Britwitch's Cottage

[Nordican]

Smiles back to her as the two part and then nods politely back to VT. Then slowly he departs for the guest room looking to enjoy a good night's rest.

 

[VampiricTouch]

"Have a good night Nordic." Her fingers ripple in a wave.

Her head leans against Ms Witch's shoulder when she returns.

 

[Britwitch]

Smiles and leans her own head so it rests lightly on top of her guest's.

"So...we're all alone. Up to a point anyway."

A quiet giggle.

"And I am glad you came calling, been hoping you would..."

 

[VampiricTouch]

"You've a quiet little place here. It's nice that way. I wonder why I never stopped in before...."

She giggles as well at Ms Witch's comment,"Yes, alone... Quite the suspension of disbelief."

 

[Britwitch]

"It is a little off the beaten track...and lately I've barely had time to visit here myself, let alone entertain visitors..."

A quiet sigh and a gentle shrug.

"Matters not, you're here now..."

A downward glance towards her mug.

"Can I get you anything else? More tea? Something to nibble?"

 

[VampiricTouch]

A sideways glance at her host. "I'm quite okay actually." The glance turns suggestive as she sets down the half empty mug, "I could use something to nibble. Perhaps you?"

 

[Britwitch]

The suggestive glance is met with a playful smile, my own empty mug being set aside leaving my hands free. For whatever needs may arise. For now one hand settles on pushing a strand of hair back from her pretty face.

"Well I do like to meet the wishes and desires of my guests as best I can...I don't think I could, or would want, to refuse you anything, especially on your first visit..."

 

[VampiricTouch]

She captures that one hand, the strand of hair it was preoccupied with lost from her fingertips. Her lips press to the inset of Ms Witch's wrist. Her gaze holding the Witch.

"You... are too good of a host." Lips travel to fingertips. A kiss held ever so briefly before lips part to steal a finger into her mouth. Teeth graze skin. The sensation of a bite that disappears all too quickly.

 

[Britwitch]

I feel my breath hitch ever so slightly, the warmth of lips over my pulse point. Unable to look anywhere but at the eyes before my face. Eyes only dipping to watch where those lips are headed next. A slow exhale as they kiss fingertips and then a soft gasp at the nip of teeth that I'm not sure actually happened, it was so fleeting. The hand she holds doesn't try to move away, but my thumb does shift, stroking across her bottom lip carefully.

"Soft..."

I murmur, my eyes raising from the inviting curve of her lips to hers.

"...and tempting..."

Another pass of my thumb across the lower lip as I feel myself leaning a little closer. Damn but they're tempting.

 

[VampiricTouch]

"What.... spell." She breathes and closes the distance between them. A tentative meeting. Hesitant. Uncertain. All conveyed in the brush of lips against lips.

Courage surges as her hand releases the Witch's to trace down her silken hairline, to cup her cheek, to pull her closer. Adventurous. Her tongue takes the initiative to taste the Witch. A fleeting thing between light kisses. Lips never really leave, only part to breathe before the caress returns. A moment to share her lips, share her taste, share her breath.

"What spell... "She breaks their connection, her voice a breathless whisper, "What spell have you cast over me...?"

 

[Britwitch]

Her lips are warm and soft and tender. Our mouths meet lightly, barely even a kiss at first. I know I am holding my breath, wanting to press forward to kiss her, properly kiss her.

She kisses me first and my restraint melts away. Her hand trails around my face and my drops to her shoulder, thumb slowly massaging the flesh as it dips down her upper arm.

A quiet sigh, a touch of tongues, fleeting but powerful. I feel my hips twitch somewhere beneath me.

"A spell...?" My words are as breathy as hers. "No spell...at least, not yet..." My eyes glint as I lean forward to taste her again. Sweet and delicious. Lips hungry, barely held in check. Leaving her mouth to kiss her jaw, her neck but then always moving back to her mouth. My hand resting near her waist now, fingers stroking back and forth.

 

[VampiricTouch]

There's desire there. Lust embodied in the lips that return to her own. Decadent. A sinful temptation. One that she returns in kind.

Her breath catches as lips touch her jaw. Her hand trails up from the Witch's cheek to twine through her hair. A gentle pull and lips meet again. An impatient meeting, the brief respite only honing the edge of their want.

"Ohhhh....." A soft moan escapes her control when the Witch's lips press the thrumming pulse of her neck. Her fingers curl to drag nails through scalp. Brief. and the tension releases as lips return once more.

Her other hand finds its way about the Witch's back. Her lips turn fierce and a soft growl emanates from her throat as the graze of nails against skin herald her hand's descent down the Witch's spine.

The bite of nails vanish, smoothed out into the warm press of her hand against the small of her back. Her palm slid firmly back up, this time against her side. Letting the curves of the Witch guide her path. The eventual path to cup the side of a heavy breast.

 

[Britwitch]

The line between sweet and sinful blurs to the point of almost vanishing entirely. Her mouth, her lips, are so very sweet and with an edge of caution, her hand tugging my hair, urging my mouth back to hers whenever it leaves is different altogether. I hear myself groan as our lips collide once again. My back arches, moving me closer.

She growls, at least I think it was her and not me, and her hand moves. The kiss is deepening, breathing becoming something I have to remember to do, very aware of her hand, of the drag of nails that arches my back further still, of the warmth of her palm as it glides up my side to rest against my breast. The generous swell seems larger with such a delicate hand beside it holding it gently.

My hands move now, wanting to feel, to touch, to hold. The one at her waist shifts it's path down over her hip to run along her thigh, heading for her knee along the outside edge before slowly starting to move back towards her body, this time the path is closer to her centre. My other hand takes a similar path to hers. Running from trim waist up towards chest, palm seeking and finding a soft peak, thumb trailing not so idly across it's centre. Locating it's target and circling slowly and lightly over her clothing, small revolutions with one purpose in mind. To make her as fidgety as she's making me.

 

[VampiricTouch]

She shifts beneath the Witch's caress. A squirm that she hasn't quite held into check to escape her control under the Witch's spell.

Muscle tense under the passage of her knowing hand, then release. A subtle pacing to her seduction. Like a spider spinning it's web and drawing her prey closer. Small revolutions binding her here. To this place. A willing victim to the Witch's siren.

She too manages her own on this dance floor of flesh. Her palm closes over breast to give a firm squeeze, skin spilling over the small fingers that grip then release. Her thumb following the curve of her breast inwards towards the pointed peak she's searching for. A rolling caress that taunts the skin over fabric. Clockwise, like the clock hand that's ticking. Towards the time when reality must make it's call.

Lips separate now. A painful parting as she draws a breath to speak. "I... I can't finish this... I won't have the time to..." She looks back at the real world that calls. "To give you what you so deserve..."

She stands and steps back. Her hands draw slowly away from the Witch. Reluctant. "You wouldn't have a spell to release me from this curse... for next time? For now I must bid you adieu..."

She leans down her lips brush the Witch's forehead, then dips lower to touch her lips... before she fades away into the ether.

 

[Britwitch]

Breathing is more difficult than I remember. So is sitting still and not leaping onto the gorgeous creature in front of me.
Back curls, pushing breast into squeezing hand. My own hand massaging the breast nestled within it's palm, thumb circumnavigating her nipple again and again. Our hands mirrors of each other.

The kiss stops and I can feel her emotion change. Need tempered with something else. I know she will leave soon, as is the way of things at times but I decide in that moment that this is merely an introduction. Something to be continued.

"I know..."

I smile, lifting her hand to my lips to kiss the palm.

"You're free to come and go as you please, no curses for you lovely...just a hope that you'll return...a need..."

My eyes flutter closed as her lips brush my forehead and then my own lips and then...she's gone.

With a sigh I flop back against the couch, my smile wide and eyes bright. I run a finger tip across my lips, where hers just were, a soft giggle leaving them as my other hand finds the nipple already missing her touch.

"Now..."

I muse softly with a miscieivous grin.

"...how to tempt her back again..."

 

[Nordican]

Slowly Nordican wakes up and moves from the guest room. Wearing only his trousers and a simple white undershirt he enters back out into the house. Looking around he spots Brit laid out on the couch and no sign of VT.

He puts on a small sly smile as he moves forward. "It would appear I may have missed something interesting." He said though seeing the beautiful witch laid out like that, he couldn't help but feel a bit aroused in early hour for him. Slowly he moved forward to stand by the couch.

 

[Britwitch]

I look at the sound of feet on the floor and smile a little shyly as my other guest reappears. I don't sit up, I don't move, I stay where I am. It's comfortable and the small smile that curves his lips is...intriguing.

"Interesting?" I think for a moment. "I suppose to an onlooker it would have been very interesting but don't worry...interesting things happen in these woods all the time!"

"Did you rest well?"

 

[Nordican]

Nordican nods and then settles down near her feet and gazes across Brit. "Yes, perhaps too good. I fear I may have missed an entire day but it appeared to be a slow day for others in my thread as well. It leaves me with someone of an itch if you will."

He said with a sly grin growing a bit wider recalling that she had noted that interesting things happened here all the time.

Leaning towards her slightly he ran a rough hand gently back and forth over her leg as his blue eyes looked over the witch. "Perhaps you'll allow me the opportunity to thank you for your hospitality." He said as he continued to run his fingers slowly across her skin.

 

[Britwitch]

"There is no such thing as too much rest, especially when it's good..." I feel my cheeks colour slightly as he mentions an itch. It's true, with VT's sudden departure I feel slightly 'in need' myself.

I glance down to see a large hand settle on my leg, stroking along the flesh just beneath the hem of my sundress.

"It would be rude to turn down thanks...although...don't feel obliged...you only need to do, well, what you want..."

 

[Nordican]

Seeing the little flush he nods slowly and his hand runs up a little further under the hem of the dress. His fingers slide to her hip while the rest of his body moves. Shifting he leans his body over hers and presses his left hand onto the couch near her head to support him as he leans down slowly.

"Of course. No obligation..." He said and then leaned down slowly pressing just his nose down onto her neck while his right hand rubs against her smooth flesh more as he lays above her on the couch. The last couple of days had been quite tiresome at times and here with the beautiful woman well it was very easy to focus on baser wants.

 

[Britwitch]

My hips shift a little as his hand travels higher. Feeling my skin prickle and tingle beneath his palm. I watch as he moves, leaning over me, suddenly aware of his height and the breadth of his shoulders. Up close, this close, he seems taller, stronger, than before. Perhaps I hadn't noticed, perhaps the slightly vulnerability of my position alters my perspective.

His breath is hot as it glances across my neck and makes goosebumps dance across my skin. The tip of my tongue wets my lips as my own fingers curl slightly into the couch's upholstery beneath me.

I'm curious, a little apprehensive. Wondering how his hands will feel against other places, and his lips. Wondering if I'll get to find out.

 

[Nordican]

Slowly his nose pulls back from her skin and he just catches the flash of a tongue. A small smile emerges and his hand underneath her sundress gives a little squeeze as legs rest on the couch.

The glint of desire is obvious on in his blue eyes and he leans forward slowly letting the bristles on his jaw and cheeks tickle the witch before he leans forward the last few inches between him and her. His lips are a bit coarse, as is the skin of his hands but the kiss is no less gentle if a smidge assertive, a warrior's movement in a battlefield much more pleasurable in his mind. His eyes closed slowly as he let the kiss linger and then slowly let his right hand pull away to move towards her chest covered up by the lacy sundress.

 

[Britwitch]

His movements are smooth, confident. Exciting.

The kiss is soft but strong, my lips part, inviting without words for the kiss to deepen. For the chance to taste him properly. I breathe in deeply through my nose, he smells like fresh air and dirt. Masculine energy rolls off of him in waves, time and again.

I feel my breath hitch for a second as I realise his hand is moving, towards the more than generous swells of my chest. My tongue snakes between my lips to stroke his, to lazily dance.

 

[Nordican]

His chest fluctuates in a eager breath when he feels the lips he's kissing. Below the surface he just catches the yearning for more. Before he can do much else though he smiles as her tongue slides out licking him across his mouth and his eyes narrow into a lustier stage and he leans in again opening his mouth and letting his own tongue meet it's match. He rubs and presses as the space between lips vanishes.

His right hand slowly crested on of her breast obscured beneath the sundress. Fingers pressed and rubbed over the swell and his body shifts forward some rising against hers as the two enjoy one anther's taste and feel on the couch in her room.

The second kiss last longer but the hidden intrigue of tongues is where his focus falls. A dance of tongues is no dance of blades. He reminds himself and slows his speed and the force behind the muscle as he enjoyed the witch's lips.

 

[Britwitch]

My back arches as hand drifts low enough to rest upon my breast, strong fingers investigating it's size, it's shape. Feeling it's weight. I smile against his mouth, wanting to feel the heat of his hand on my skin, feel those fingers against the peak that even now is firming and tingling beneath the fabric of the dress and pressing insistently upwards. Crying out for his attentions.

And all the while his lips, his tongue, his mouth and mine meld seamlessly. The kiss leaves me breathless and yet I can't bring myself to pull away to snatch the air I need. Even when the kiss slows the need, the desire, still burns hotly beneath the surface. My fingers uncurl from the upholstery and my arms rise to curl gently around his neck. Drawing him slightly closer.