Britwitch's Cottage

[Nordican]

The hand on her breast rubs a bit harder and he slowly pulls back his lips allowing them both some air as a warm smile crosses his features. The arms holding him close feel very welcoming and he can't wait to taste more of her flesh as his hair falls around his ears while she holds him.

His fingers sought to move past the enticing fabric of her dress and find the smooth warm skin hidden beneath. he leans up a bit from her chest his fingers reach to unlace some of the items keeping her sundress sealed from him. Then once a suitable entrance is made his finger rubs slowly in between her cleavage scouting out the curve and the leaner frame of ribs below. Then as fingers moved up he found the peak jutting out against the fabric. Leaning down his lips pressed slowly against the inside of her neck as a two fingers explore the nub of a nipple as he stiffens in growing excitement.

 

[Britwitch]

A quiet growl as his hand gropes and fondles through my clothes, the touch borders on the possessive, on the forceful but it feels so very good. Soon fabric gives way to his hand and soon I can feel the heat of his palm upon my skin. My body undulates slowly beneath his, pushing my torso up towards his hand, pushing my breasts higher.
A sigh, low and soft, as lips connect with my neck and fingers locate my nipple. The tender bud stiffening, tingling, delicate flesh crinkling at his touch.

My fingers move higher, curling into his hair, toying with it. Tugging gently as my nipple sends thrill after thrill through my body.

I can feel pressure, heat, building between us. Can sense he is as needy, as wanting, as I. Wondering who will give into it first.

 

[Nordican]

Feeling the nub of her nipple lock up against his fingers merely fuels him on more. Feeling her body press back up to him he felt her want, her own desires while her fingers worked to fan the flames of his passion. Rough skinned fingers move as gently as they'd dare over her nipple and the flesh of her ample curve while he feels shaft pressing against the inside of his pants against the couch below them as his feet rest.

Leaning up his mouth finds her lips in a simple short kiss and then he gives her a nipple a little pull before his left hand begins to loosen up more of the sundress. Little by little the witch's upper body is revealed to him and his lips lean in and kiss the inside of her other breast not wanting to deny it attention of it's own.

 

[Britwitch]

"Oh my..."
Teeth catch on my lower lip as fingers and hands peel away the fabric that kept my curves and endowments hidden only moments ago. Every kiss, every touch, sparks more desires, more heat within me.

One hand leaves his hair to drag down his back. Nails pulling on his shirt, pulling down, trying to eradicate the space between his body and mine.

Soon both breasts are bare, swells of soft flesh openly on display, nipples stiffening further, begging for attention. The dress rests beneath them, residual tension in the laces that held it closed pushing them slightly together, almost offering them to his fingers, his mouth. To him.

 

[Nordican]

He loves her little almost gasp of a statement. With a sly smile likely not seen much when directing warriors or building castles he leans up and presses his lips back onto hers. The heat in the kiss is intense while his fingers still pull and rub over the first nipple he'd found.

His body is now flush with her's save where his chest rises up to allow his hands freedom to roam. Shifting forward just an inch he feels his crouch area just began to meet hers causing his stiffness to rub up against her while his fingers wonder. His left hand caresses her breast completely or as much as he can. Fingers knead, grope gently and occasionally release before they slowly grab hold again while his lips explore the witch's once more while a small pleasant moan emerges from him.

 

[Britwitch]

Each pull to my nipple makes my lips part that little bit wider, when his mouth returns mine is hungry to return the kisses he presses against it. Fingers dig a little deeper against his back. My body is apparently unable to lay still. Wriggling subtly beneath him, my own movements helping my dress slip lower down my torso, drifting down to bunch around my waist.

During the kiss I feel something nudging between my parted thighs, making my lips curve slightly in a smile of expectation, of excitement.

His moan reaches my ear, slightly muffled by our mouths, and sends a ripple of fresh excitement to trip down my spine. I kiss a little fiercer, my teeth latching onto his lower lip playfully for a moment.

 

[Nordican]

His lips pulled back just slightly enjoying the playful little grab with her teeth. Blue eyes are unable to hide their building anticipation when she wiggles beneath him and he feels her rub against his crotch a little more. He feels the demand within him for freedom, to take the witch right there but he is enjoying their play too much to rush things.

There is a little chuckle as he leans more and lets his tongue play across her lips as she holds his lip and then he kisses her again while his left hand rubs against the smooth flesh of her stomach. For a moment he pauses near the bunched up remnant of her sundress and then his fingers explore lower, beneath the wrinkled fabric to investigate what lies beneath.

His right hand moves along her breast and up her shoulder and collar before finally coming to her neck. Their he rubs the flesh slowly and sensually as his tongue reaches into her inviting mouth while he continues to rub his body against hers on the couch.

 

[Britwitch]

His hand glides without obstruction beneath my dress, finding the thin cotton panties that cover my sex, already clinging slightly to the delicate folds beneath, fabric growing damper with each passing minute.

My back arches, pushing my front higher, against his. My teeth catching on my own bottom lip as his other hand rises to my neck, strong fingers massaging slowly, before my lips reopen to let his tongue push between them.

Hips roll up against his investigating hand,

"Please..." the word is softly spoken, but desperately. "Anything...I'd do anything...just please..."

 

[Nordican]

He gave her a little small grin as she bit her lip when his hand reached her cotton panties. Slowly his fingers reached further as her hips moved up, inviting his fingers even more. Smoothly but with a firm press he let his fingers rub over the slightly damp fabric for a moment as he heard her breathy moans.

Slowly his other hand moves down from her neck to pull the rest of the sundress free. Her body now exposed save for the small article between her legs seems to almost shiver in excitement. Rising up from his work for a moment he quickly pulls off the dark pants of his outfit leaving only a pair of light colored shorts that do little to contain himself. Hearing her want, her desire slowly he removes his left hand from her growing dampness and tugs away the material till his shaft bends forward and free.

Then his body rests back on hers again. His muscular chest presses against her smooth swells letting her nipples tickle and drag over his skin while his right hand caresses her cheek as his left hand slowly unties her cotton panties.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Stealthy like a ninja... no a rabbit ninja! He crept into the cottage and left something for her on the dining room table with a note written and signed. Then he was gone.

Dear Brit,

Thank you for your unflagging sweetness and kindness. Both to the community, and to Cait and myself. Know that you are appreciated, and we are all lucky to have you here. Love and best wishes.

FD, and Cait.

 

[Britwitch]

In these Northern woods the summer is remarkably fleeting.
August has not yet run it's course and yet already here and there are signs of autumn being on the way.
The odd deciduous tree starting to look less green and more golden. Mornings are noticably crisper and the nights gradually grow darker. All of these are subtle changes. But they are changes nonetheless.

I head through the trees, cloak needed for the first time in months. Long dark fabric hanging and swaying from my shoulders as I head up the path to the front door.

Opening it my eyes light up at the sight of a gift upon the table. I don't even stop to remove my cloak, so eager am I to read the note and discover who has been visiting.

A smile, warm and wide and genuine. They are such a lovely couple.
The flowers are beautiful and the bear adorable. I fondle a fluffy ear before starting the fire and thinking of getting some candles out.

It is oddly dark this evening, think there is rain on the way.

 

[Britwitch]

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[Britwitch]

The trees are golden now. Bronze and crimson. The patches of green are limited and dark in hue, pine and spruce remaining verdant while autumn paints the rest of the woods.

There's a mist this morning too. It really feels like the seasons have changed. Spider's webs glisten and there is a bite in the air.

Definitely time for a fire to dance in the fireplace and hot chocolate to be made.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

A little note slipped into the post

You've applied for a position at Miss Vivi's School. Further information is needed, in order to ascertain which class you will teach.

Your urgent attention to this matter would be wonderful.
Thank you,
Yours sincerely,
Miss Vivi

 

[Britwitch]

Fingers pick up the note from where it falls and a smile curves lips, a split second before an embarassed flush covers my cheeks.
How could I forget to mention the position I was applying for.

Well that'll have cost me the job, surely.

Pulling on something professional, I head off for the school. To present myself.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

There isn't even a glance behind him as he pulls her along, the pull of her behind him and the feeling of her hair around his fist all the indication he needs that she's still there. His previous visits allow him to go without pause, remembering the way there with ease, and he makes quick work of pulling her down the path and to the small cottage.

No hesitation at the front stairs, pulling her quickly through the door and pushing it closed behind them with an absent kick of the foot, and he whirs around on her then. His free hand lifts, finding her neck, the curve between thumb and forefinger across her throat and pushing her back against the wood of the door. He follows close, his body against hers as her back meets the door, his voice still low.

"No way out now, little Witch."

 

[Britwitch]

Trees in their autumn splendour are barely recognisable as he hauls her through the woods towards her home. A blur of golden hues flashes by as she fights not to stumble over exposed roots and stones on the hurried journey, her eyes fixed on the path ahead.

All too soon they are inside. The door closed. Her body pressed tight against by the pressure of his.

His hand is firm against her throat, holding her in place despite her squirming.

"S-so it would seem..."

An audible swallow is heard as her back rubs against the solid wood of the door. Hands hang, for the moment, by her sides, palms back against the door as if trying to hold it will somehow protect from whatever lies ahead. Something she knows is an utterly foolish thought.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Mmhmm."

He nods slightly, almost as if he hardly noticed that she replied, and his eyes drop, descend, traveling down her body and then quickly back up. Fingers flex, a slight squeeze on her throat, and then his lips move near to her ear, a whisper brushing across her ear.

"Don't move a muscle."

And then, he is gone, releasing her, moving away, the cool of the air replacing the heat of his body against her as he turns, walks. He moves into her kitchen, hmmmm-ing to himself as he looks through drawers and rattles dishes and silverware.

"Ah ha."

He turns back to the Witch, a glint of light flashing off the silver blade of a chef's knife. His eyes shift to her across the distance, and he holds it up between them.

"Found it."

 

[Britwitch]

Eyes widen as grip tightens on her throat. Then a whispered instruction and he moves away. She sags slightly with a fleeting sense of relief but she doesn't move from where he leaves her. The idea of running is pointless. The door is behind her and other than clambering through a window or trying to shinny up the ladder to her loft bedroom, there was simply no where to go.
No way out.

Every clatter and clang that comes from the kitchen makes her wince. Imagination in over drive as to what he might be looking for.

The glint of the blade when he turns back towards her is more than enough to hold her in place, as if the difference in their heights and his greater strength were not enough. She shrinks back against the door slightly, hands rising defensively before her.

"Please...just please don't hurt me..."

The words come instinctively. Somehow she suspects hurting her isn't exactly what he had in mind.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His head shakes, just slightly, at her words, but there is no answer from his lips. He remains unmoving, watching her for a few moments, letting her mind unspool all manner of terrible things that may happen to her.

He waits. A breath between them. Another. Another. Letting the silence hang in the air.

And then he's moving, swift steps that swallow up the space between them, spit it back out behind him quickly. His empty hand is back on her throat, tighter than before, shutting off some small measure of her air. The hand holding the knife moves fluidly, lifting it to her, the dull edge dimpling her chest, the sharp tip descending between her breasts, and then he swipes the dull edge down her chest, quickly through any resistance her clothing might offer to slice it quickly in half, exposing her suddenly to him.

 

[Britwitch]

He pauses. She holds her breath. He had said not to move. And yet she had raised her hands. Was that it? Was it game over?

A split second and he's back before her. Hand tight on her throat, just the wrong side of uncomfortable, just that little bit too tight. Reminding her of her position, of his.

There's barely a sound as her clothing is ruined by the blade. Fabric splitting like warm butter as the knife travels swiftly downwards. In fact the only sound to be heard is her involuntary gasp as his arm moves. Eyes wince for a second before the reality sets in.

Material flutters uselessly to her sides. Baring her stomach from the waist up and cloth only just hangs over the generous swells of her chest, threatening to slip to the side at any moment and reveal the peaks in their entirety. It's a tiny measure of modesty but one she clings to tightly. Cheeks starting to glow as she knows it is a measure that will not remain for long. All too soon, soft flesh with tips that are stiffening by the second will be on show. Will be revealed. Vulnerable.

Eyes stay on his, on his face, watching for some sign of what might follow.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

A smile finds his lips, but it is a strange kind of smile, not of humor or joy, but instead at pleasure of the predicament of the one before him. It is a feral kind of smile, a wolf looking at his prey, realizing he's trapped it with nowhere to go.

His eyes remain on her face as the blunt edge leaves her, and he reaches up and across his arm, the point of the blade in his right hand slipping under the left half of her clothing that remains. The flat of the blade is cold against her skin as it slides along her shoulder, the tip reappearing out the arm of shirt, and another slice quickly shreds her clothing further.

A rotation of the wrist, his arm moving back across, and thrice-shredded fabric flutters to the ground around their feet. His eyes move over her then, his gaze openly drifting across her breasts, along bared skin, and then the flat cold steel of the blade taps once, twice, three times on the peak of her nipple that grows harder in the cool air.

"Well well... it seems you're enjoying yourself, little Witch."

 

[Britwitch]

More movement, more silent slashes and the remnants of her shirt are soon on the floor at her feet. Pale skin, dusted with freckles particularly heavily across her shoulders and arms, is now on show. From the indentation near her collarbone to the well of her navel. Large, heavy, breasts rising and falling steadily as shaky breath after shaky breath is drawn in through her mouth.

Cheeks are hot now. Pink and glowing as she watches his eyes travel over the new view before him.

Her eyes drop as knife bounces against the tip of hardened flesh. Hardening it further and forcing her to bite back on a whine.

The small buds soon standing proudly towards him, surrounded by puckered and tingling flesh. Almost crying out for attention.

She doesn't reply to his words. Not trusting her voice to stay level enough for her to deny his statement. Unsure she'd manage convincing enough words either.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

A low chuckle slips across his lips as he waits for an answer, and receives none. Flexing fingers for a split-second, the width of a heartbeat, and then he releases her neck entirely, his gaze lingering for a moment on the red on her light skin, showing where his hand just left. His hand drops from her throat directly to the same nipple he'd tapped with the knife, catching it between thumb and forefinger and pinching tightly, pulling it, lifting the heavy swell of her breast.

It is quick, the peak released only a second later, and he moves on. Knees bend, his attention drops, and the knife follows. His arm is across his body, the point of the knife slipping under her remaining clothes by her left hip, and another quick slice severs more threads with little resistance. Fingers curl into the flayed waist by the same hip, a quick grip and pull, and he watches these ruined clothes quickly join the others, her body exposed entirely to him now.

 

[Britwitch]

The pressure leaves her neck but the relief at it's departure is fleeting.

She hisses through clenched teeth as fingers drop to cruelly hold her nipple, lifting it, pulling it, for a split second sending a bolt through her body. Making her back arch to try and alleviate the pressure on the sensitive bud. Hips twitching ever so slightly in response.

Then the breast is dropped and his body sinks. A few more movements, a sharp pull and she is naked. Backed up against her own front door and without a stitch of clothing remaining. From freckled shoulders to narrow waist to rounded hips, every inch is on show. Revealed to him and his eyes.

Hands instinctively move from her sides to try and cover the apex of her thighs, currently at his eye level. Crossing at the wrists to try and cover the smooth flesh of her sex.