Britwitch's Hallowe'en Party 2012

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

-A slow grin-

"It? That's the best you got? I've been called much worse than that. Now as to my prize..."

-The silk was tugged, a playful glint in his eyes-

"You get to make me breakfast, after all it is almost 9 am!"

-Still holding onto the silk he danced out of reach... oh he was going to get slapped for that, he just knew it!-

 

[Britwitch]

He bent down, his face before mine, filling my vision with his features.

"No no. No more hiding. I found you. Now... I take you."

I shiver but it's not from the night air, that's for certain. Tongue tip wets lips and fingers twist at the edge of the netted skirt that froths around my thighs.

"...F-fair's fair, I suppose..."

 

[BeautifulDream]

Her eyes narrowed on him and the tug of silk, causing it to tighten slightly around her neck. "Breakfast?" She chuckled softly, glancing quickly at Brit, she got the bad end of the deal. But seriously? He demanded breakfast from her. She didn't do breakfast, if she was she was poisoning it.. She stood slowly, her arms folding over her chest, her voice firm. "No."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His attention was stolen, for a fleeting instant, by the movement to his side and he couldn't help but to chuckle. His eyes shifted back to the Witch, and he nodded once in agreement, a swirl of his finger curling more and more of her hair around it.

"Fair indeed. Now..."

He grinned again, a mischievous and wicked little gleam in his eye as he nodded his head in the direction of the now-standing Dream.

"...say goodbye to your friend."

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

"No? Are you sure that is a wise decision?"

-He didn't appear mad, he seemed quite unruffled actually. The only change was his body language relaxed, and he perked a brow-

 

[BeautifulDream]

She nodded slowly, her arms remaining cross, her face straight. "No." she repeated, her body leaning backwards to the cave wall. "No. No. No."

 

[Britwitch]

Slowly, I stand, being careful not to move too quickly and cause the hair about his finger to be pulled as a result. I turn my head, looking apologetically towards Dream.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted...sorry about the earring, without it, I doubt they'd have found us as quickly as they did..."

My eyes move back to his, glancing over FD's on the way, and my voice falters slightly as I add.

"Bye Dream..."

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Slowly, I stand, being careful not to move too quickly and cause the hair about his finger to be pulled as a result. I turn my head, looking apologetically towards Dream.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted...sorry about the earring, without it, I doubt they'd have found us as quickly as they did..."

My eyes move back to his, glancing over FD's on the way, and my voice falters slightly as I add.

"Bye Dream..."

-Grins at Witch and Scuttle-

"Have fun you two."

-Turns back toward Dream with a slow grin. Arms crossed eh? How perfect. It was lightning quick, the silk was wrapped around her torso, binding arms to chest. Then he gave a grin and a firm tug-

"let us go talk about the answer no..."

-A snap of fingers and they were gone-

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His eyes slide, casting a quick glance in Dream's direction, a slight and almost imperceptible shake of the head following.

Perhaps not clever girl.

He gives a quick, satisfied nod to the Witch, and pauses just long enough to shift his attention to the man with a hold of Dream's silk.

"Feel free to come along with your... breakfast chef... if you'd like."

The last words are spoken to him still, but his eyes are on the Witch as he says it.

"We won't be hard to find."

His hand lashes forward then, kinking the hair curled around his finger and grabbing hold of yet more. Turning, much as he had when he dashed for the cave only moments earlier, he drags the Witch off, deeper into the maze, closer to the center... further into the darkness of the night.

 

[yeishia]

*Her words intrigue, tantalize. The future is always an alluring subject. A shiver racks my body as her tongue traces over my palm. Not a shiver born of fear, but of of a different kind of thrilling tingle.

I lean in, enrapt as those rose red lips wrap around my digit, sucking slowly along it's length. I find myself leaning slowly closer, lips close enough that she can feel my breathing increasing apace, softly tickling against her skin with each exhale. A kiss is only moments in the future.....thrice blessed indeed.*

It is inevitable .....

My lips softly touch hers my small tongue savoring our taste as it travels the circle of our union as if sealing us as one being.

She tastes Devine, we taste divine, saliva mingling with delicious abandon.

This first kiss IS the prelude in and of itself... something to be savored. As our bodies press closer the sensation is as if we have shed our clothing, flesh pressed to naked flesh, heat to heat. A single heart is beating hard and fast, someone is moaning; the sounds an intoxicating meld of want and need.

My tongue touches hers and the dance begins; a sultry tango of exploration...capture and release.

I am a woman possessed on this All Hallows' Eve.

A woman who knows what she wants...it transcends sex, transcends gender.

A primal fire has been lit and I would have it burn brightly.

I would have it consume the both of us this night.....

 

[Britwitch]

"Feel free to come along with your... breakfast chef... if you'd like."

A nervous intake of breath.

"We won't be hard to find."

A gasp and a twist of back, trying to lessen the sting as hair is pulled sharply. It's in vain because in the next moment we're moving, quickly, determinedly. Deeper into the twists and turns of the maze.

I struggle to keep up, the boots of my Hallowe'en costume are barely suitable for walking outside on uneven ground never mind being hauled rather unceremoniously through a maze in the dark. Hands reach out at times to try and steady myself on the way. All the while, my heart thudding ominously in my chest.

Wondering idly if he knows where we're going. And what exactly will happen when we get there.

 

[BeautifulDream]

She glanced toward Brit. "It's okay, it was bound to happen." She felt sorry for the Witch, Then the silk wrapped around her, her arms trapped against her chest. Shit. She felt bad for herself as her eyes went to FD, a nervous, small laugh coming from her lips. "Umm... can I change my answer?"

Too late....

A snap and they were gone.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He has no real clue where he's going, taking corners and turns at junctions on spur-of-the-moment decisions. But, he suspects the combination of the darkness and being pulled along will mean she has little to no idea where she's being taken, and he is more than okay with her losing her bearings.

And then, just as suddenly as he began pulling her, he stops. It is a corridor in the maze like any other, dimly lit and straight, allowing anyone passing by at either end to at least make out their shapes, if not full details. He moves her, pushes her back against one side of the path, his hand finally untangling from her hair. It slips down, against her throat and then up, his palm under her chin, thumb and fingers on her cheeks, framing her mouth, tipping her head back and exposing her throat.

The tip of his nose presses against the side of her neck, a little cool on her skin, and he drags it up towards her ear, inhaling deeply as he does, pulling in her scent.

"Mmm..." His breath is warm against her, voice low in her ear. "No more running, or things become... unpleasant. Yes?"

 

[Britwitch]

I made this maze. Designed it. And yet I am completely lost. Whether its that it's dark or that I'm far more scared than I want to admit is not clear to me. But by the time we come to something of an abrupt stop, I have no idea where we are in relation to the way out or in relation to anywhere else for that matter.

The side, the wall, is soon at my back. His hand at my throat, holding my face, positioning it to his liking. His fingers oddly warm inspite of the evening air.

I can feel my breathing growing increasingly shallow, my fingers clutching into my skirts. His nose drags up my neck, tickling almost and I shiver again.

"No...no more running...no need for unpleasantness..."

My reply is quick, insistent. Bordering on being a plea.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Mmhmm... very good."

Teeth nip quickly at her earlobe, and then he pushes away, cool air replacing his hand and the caress of his breath. A couple short backwards steps, and then the opposite wall is at his back, his body leaning almost casually against it. His eyes consider her in the darkness, moving from head to toe and back.

His eyes are on hers, whether she chooses to meet his gaze or not, when he says simply, "You wear too much, little Witch. Undress for me."

 

[Britwitch]

"Mmhmm... very good."

A chance to snatch something close to a normal breath as he steps back, steps away. My eyes watch cautiously as he settles himself against the other wall.

"You wear too much, little Witch. Undress for me."

No more running. I promised. And I don't fancy finding out what 'unpleasantness' means, not out here.

Fingers rise and they start to remove the costume that is apparently too much. First the hat is taken from upon my hair and dropped onto the grass at my feet. Next comes the dress, sleeves peeled down arms and are soon fluttering to the ground. A slight hesitation before fingers tug on the shoulder straps that hold the upper part of the dress in place, pulling them down shoulders until the fabric sags and all too soon I'm naked from the waist up.

Full breasts now bare and nipples painfully stiffened by the air. Skin puckering around the base of each proud tip.

Cheeks flush a little, feeling hotter than usual in the cold, as thumbs hook into the netted skirting and began to push it down over my hips.

A licking of lips as the dress joins the rest of the costume on the floor and all that remains are my stockings, underwear and boots.

 

[BeautifulDream]

She whistled softly, kneeling down to pick up the shoes she tossed away earlier. Slipping them on her feet she snapped her fingers and found her in the house. She made the breakfast for FD and, satisfied, he went to go sleep. But of course not before making the promise of actual punishment later for her "no."

Sleep was something she should be doing, but it wasn't going to happen. Not when the Red Bull still made her energetic. With a small frown, hoping the Witchy One was alright in the hands of Scuttles, she plopped down on the couch debating what to do with her time.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He watches hungrily, not making the slightest attempt to hide the fact as his eyes follow each piece of the costume as it's removed, then flicker to the newly exposed part of her. The process is repeated for each piece of costume, his gaze lingering for an extra moment on full breasts and hard nipples, and it is his turn to lick his own lips.

When she stops, his brows raise and he inclines his head towards her lower half, his eyes lifting back to hers.

"All of it."

 

[Britwitch]

"All of it."

Bending at the waist, the boots are removed. Then stocking peeled down each leg. Barefoot in the grass I can't look at him as I nudge my underwear over my hips and let it drop down around my ankles.

Leaving me naked.

His prize.

Ready for the taking.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Very good."

He stayed against the wall across from her, letting his gaze drift along newly exposed flesh, naked hips, bare thighs, and the juncture nestled between them. His eyes left her then, head turning as he looked first up one direction of the path, then up the other, and then at last he moves.

The distance between them is erased quickly, his body against hers suddenly, feeling her heat in the cool air. One hand finds her throat again, tilting her chin up, his lips brushing against her neck. The other finds that junction, fingers moving over her mound, light touches hinting at more, and then giving her a little of it, a single digit slipping between lips, teasing against her.

 

[Britwitch]

"Very good."

I can see him looking over what is now on display. Cheeks glowing more warmly as each moment passes.
Then he's in front of me, against me.
Pushing me back, hand at my throat exposing it for his mouth while his other drifts lower. Pressing between thighs to torment. To stroke and tantalise.

There is a quiet sound from me as his finger pushes between delicate folds, making my hips twitch ever so slightly. Fingers, with no skirt to twist into any longer, reach back to brace slightly against the wall.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Brows arch slightly, though with his closeness he's sure she can't see this. His lips brush, travel slowly up her neck to hover near her ear, his voice low, quiet, but not a whisper.

"Hm? What was that I heard?"

His fingers between her thighs move, fingertips finding her clit and teasing it in slow, tight little circles for only the span of a breath, and then moving away again, light and slow strokes against her once more.

 

[BeautifulDream]

She sat for a moment, still thinking. She needed a cupcake, that's what she needed. She moved to the goodie table, picking on that looked like a mummy up. Her fingers pulling away the paper wrapper. She was about to take a bite when her thoughts turned to Brit... all alone out there at the hands of Scuttle. She should really go check on her.

But that puts her in his hands too.

Hmm...

She took her bite, trying to plan a way to save Brit. Well, considering of course Brit actually needs saving. Another thought... it's Scuttle. Yeah, she needed saving. Chewing slowly, she picked up another cupcake with the same hand then turned on her heels to the front door. She did need a plan before she could do anything, but maybe one will come while she walked. First she had to get through this dreadfully huge maze!!

With another bite, she lifted the skirt of her black dress up with her free hand and started walking.

 

[Britwitch]

"Hm? What was that I heard?"

"N-nothing..."

Even if he didn't know full well what the sound had been, as I'm sure he did, the whimper that left my lips as soon as his fingers began to dance gently on my clit would have left him in little doubt as to what he'd heard.

"...just a...a sigh..."

My voice is slightly tight, not much more than a whisper. And not particularly convincing. To either of us.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Oh?" His voice is still low, the question punctuated by a quiet chuckle, and his fingers return without warning to her clit.

"I think you can be louder than that... can't you, little Witch?"

His fingers don't pull away, this time, moving in slow, small circles against her.