The Witchwood

[Niamh]

Aradia

Down in the kitchen with Meghan, Aradia sat shivering on a three-legged stool before the hearth. Nearby, several maids were busily occupied with peeling apples and kneading dough, yawning all the while. The cook, giving orders for the day's meals, was smartly cuffing a boy in the corner with a wooden spoon.

No one took any notice of old Meghan as she brought forth some dried flowers from her old basket and began to methodically grind them in a mortar. The witchiness of the old woman was well-known, and everyone in the castle was wary of her. No one really knew how it was that she was allowed to come and go as she pleased, unchallenged by anyone. But no one would have dared offer her the least resistance.

"Drink this, my innocent lamb," Meghan crooned, filling a cup with boiling water from the kettle and adding a pinch of the ground flowers she had prepared.

Aradia grimaced at the bitterness of the brew, but obediently sipped it anyway.

"Every night now, I see him," she murmured. Meghan bent her head to hear. "I see him, but actually I don't. His face is never visible. All I really know about him is that he commands me to him. And that he...will never let me leave him again."

"The magic of the darkness is not something to be taken lightly," said Meghan gravely. "But nor are we completely without our own defense. Come what may, my dearest lady, you must not ever leave the confines of the garden. You must never heed the call of the woods."

"But how am I to deny him?" Aradia asked weakly. "When he calls to me it is like a voice that comes from my own heart."

Meghan straightened and wiped her grimy hands on her skirt. The nails were black from digging in the earth.
"I will prepare every charm against this evil that I may," she said firmly. "And from now on you must never sleep alone. Every night, guards must be assigned to watch within your room. And if necessary, they must be given the command to bind you to your very bed."

Aradia looked up at the old woman. "Bind me? And guards in my very room as I sleep? Do you really think that necessary? I have my women, after all. I have Elspeth, who has watched over me faithfully night after night without complaint."

At this the old woman snorted. "Aye, and what has she to complain of, I might ask? The comforts of a luxurious apartment and the whole rank and file of the royal guard ready to plug her hole at the least crook of her finger!"

Aradia blushed to a furious scarlet. "I cannot think such things of my Elspeth. She is a maiden pure, as I am."

"You are a foolish child indeed, to believe a faery tale like that one," said Meghan. "She is even now in the linen room, I would warrant, with that great hulking stallion Hamish."

"If she is," said Aradia demurely, "they must be fetching fresh sheets for my bed."

"Rolling in them, is more likely," said Meghan. "Still, Hamish is a strong man, and a loyal one. I will give him the charge of watching over you this night. Not alone, you understand. But his will be the foremost station, just beside your bed."

Aradia blushed and hung her head.

"If you must do this thing to save me from the evil in the witchwood, then of course I will endure it."

Meghan patted the princess's cheek. "Aye, my poppet. Trust in old Meghan. She will let no harm come to thee."

 

[Seumas]

watching the pool to watch as all falls into place

Meghan does her work well. Her desire to protect the girl is admirable but utlimately futile. I turned from the pool to pick my little friend up and scratch him between the ears.

"Yess...isn't that right my furry friend", I say to the white rabbit as I set him on the path to Aradia's garden.
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...The white rabbit scurries into the garden looking about and sees the princess. He moves closer with caution.

Moving closer the rabbit raises up on his hind legs looking as one who has found a friend.
but scurries off back toward the wood when Aradia reaches to pet him.

 

[Niamh]

Aradia

OOC The magician is impatient, I see. *smiles* Well, he has been patient a long while. This post properly belongs before the last post by Seumas. I had to move the Princess out of the kitchen for his post to make sense.

IC:


While Meghan tottered out to deliver her orders to the Captain of the Guard, Aradia opened the door of the kitchen and stepped out into the light of day.

She drew the lambswool shawl more closely around her shoulders and shivered. The dawn was clear and cold. Her hands closed around the steaming cup of tea Meghan had brewed for her, and she lifted her chin to let her gentle brown eyes survey the garden.

This was not a formal garden, like the one where guests of the king were received. This was only a modest walled plot where roots and rampions and herbs shared space with tall poles wound with beans. There were hives along one boundary, but it was too cold for the bees to be out. Only larks sang, carrying their greetings to the other birds, still asleep in their nests. It was peaceful. Aradia smiled and took another sip.

It was then that she saw the white rabbit, burrowing into the garden from the other side of the wall.

Aradia smiled, and her eyes crinkled with delight.

"Hungry, are you? Well let me just show you where the carrots grow."

And she approached the small wild beast very slowly, as she had learned to do. But however close she came, the rabbit stayed out of her reach. He walked right past the carrots. Past the cabbages and the parsnips. Aradia had knelt to offer him a dandelion flower which she had plucked from the grass. But though he came near, and sniffed at it, clearly tempted by its sweet milk, again he turned, and walked back to the wall.

Aradia wrinkled her brows and rose, setting her cup down on the earth.

"Silly thing," she said, laughing softly. "I'll never hurt you, you know. And you shall not so easily escape me, for I will follow you until I catch you. And then I will feed you until you are too fat to run so fast again."

The rabbit listened to her, sitting up on its hind legs. Gravely, it washed one ear.

And Aradia stepped closer, but again he ran away.

 

[Lyonhart42]

Elspeth

Elspeth Lies waiting in the linen room; her simple handmaids dress and underclothes tosed to the side. Her compact form streached out upon the stacks of freash sheets. Back arching upwards, the perfect spheres of her breasts pointing skyward, defieing the ground to to draw them back down agein. Her lugsurius blond hair frameing her fine faceial features and ever so light blue eyes.

Her left hand is moveing gently, strokeing the light hair of her sex. The light from the door glistens off the moisture of her slit. Her throught leting out a soft moan, leaveing little doubt of what Hamish may have heard...

Her voice bairly a wisper she speaks "I've kept myself ready for you, why don't you join me"

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

He had, in fact, not heard any sort of sound, but when he opened the door to the sight of Elspeth's wet sex, and heard her moan, he hardened immidiately. His thick shaft threatening quite obviously to tear the stitching out of his breaches.

"Tis nae a question of whether or not I would join ye woman." He spoke quietly, but gruffly as he entered and closed the door, setting the lamp the night shift gaurds always carried on a table beside it, casting much light through the room.

He stripped himself naked and his masive cock stood straight out, by a foot or more, from his body.

"Tis a question a can ya handle it when ah Do join ye?" He grinned lecherously at her.

 

[Lyonhart42]

Elspeth

Looking upward at Hamish in awe, from her position he appears more an exaggerated monument to manhood then the real thing.

Gasps in awe, she speaks,

"I shall strive to live up to the challenge"

Grinning again, Elspeth allows herself to slide off the stack of linen. Coming to a rest on her knees at Hamish’s feet. Reaching out she eagerly begins to free him from his Uniform.

"Lets get this thing out of here before it tears it's way free"

Finally achieving her goal, she loosens the drawstring, allowing his pants to fall to the floor. She grasps his cock with both hands her jaw straining as she takes him into her mouth. Hoping the extra moisture of her saliva will make things easier for her later, she swallows of much of him as she can, knowing there's no way she can handle his entire length. Her throat is acheing from his thickness, her head swimming from the need to breathe; She starts back up, gasping for breath as he slips from her soft lips. She licks the tip with her tongue. Breathing heavily, Elspeth looks into His eyes.

"Well, I seem to have met my match, let me have it..."

 

[Niamh]

OOC: Fortune Smiles Upon Us

I am very happy to announce that we will very soon be seeing two new and very promising writers in our thread. Both are new to Literotica, but not at all new to writing and roleplaying. Please welcome StarChylde and Sigurd, who will post their descriptions in our sister thread, Casting Call for The Witchwood

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

When he felt her mouth go over his cock he groaned, nobody had been able to do even that before. Or at least weren't willing to try. The fact that Elspeth did try, was a very good sign.

"I'm nae in a rush woman, take ye time." He chuckles.

He watched her, kneeling between his legs, hands around his shaft and smiled.

 

[StarChylde]

OOC - I do hope that I can live up to the expectations that someone may or may not have for my writing as a part of this thread...

Ivy:

*Ivy shook her head slightly as the boy scurried off rubbing at his head where her thick wooden spoon had landed a smart blow. Good enough lad, but needed to get to his feet a bit more quickly when the day was dawning and there were meals to get ready... Then again, there were always meals to get ready, or to plan for, here. *

You there! *She called in a commanding tone to one of the girls peeling apples... A girl that should have already finished the small pile of apples she was working on, but seemed to be more engrossed in gossiping than peeling.* Finish that lot and go fetch some honey for the breads! And hurry with ye!

*She'd worked hard for all she got in life, and wasn't about to have it all ruined just because her help was a little sleepy, or lazy, or busy with their own affairs! After another moment of supervising, she tuned and stalked off, seeming for all the world to be in the sort of mood that would bode no good for anyone that made even the slightest mistake today. With her back turned to all the others in the kitchen, she smiled to herself.*

 

[Niamh]

Aradia

At the gateway to the garden, Aradia paused. She turned and looked back over her shoulder towards the castle kitchen, expecting to see old Meghan or the guardsman Hamish at any moment.

The rabbit, sensing her indecision, paused. It crept out from behind the trunk of a tree and began to wriggle its nose in a most endearing manner, as though to say What are you scared of, silly? You're so big and I'm so small, and yet I do not fear the Witchwood.

And indeed it was the Witchwood that loomed just beyond the garden walls. Dark and mysterious, its trees laden with berries as red as drops of blood. Aradia leaned against the garden wall and gathered her shawl closely around herself. The stones were cold. And colder still was the voice that seemed to call out from the centre of the trees.

You may hide and you may run
but never again will you see the sun.
Mine is the darkness that will swallow you whole.
Whatever your struggles I will have your soul.

The rabbit twitched its ears and nibbled at a fallen rowanberry.

Aradia shuddered, but some power she could give no name to overcame her will to run away.

She stepped out of the garden into the cursed wood.

 

[Seumas]

Angus

((OOC))Switching to 3rd person as 1st wasn't working

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IC

Angus never ceased to be amazed at how easy it is at times. The dreams had always been a useful tool. Aside from taunting them with the futility of resistance, it makes them assume he will move against them at night. From that point on it is just a matter of drawing them into the wood during the day.

There were days that he cursed himself. One of the problems with being ageless is that the humans around him are not. All of the girls he desired had submitted...and had come to love him.Unfortunately, they were human..and they grew old and died.

But the girl Aradia. There was something different about her...could she be elven as well...even part elven would give her more longevity. Could she be the one that he would not have to bury? Of course he had yet to take her...but that was just a matter of time.

And as the white rabbit emerged into the clearing...he knew the time was at hand.

He unfolded the entire six-and-a-half feet of his body from the rock he was seated on and smiled warmly as Aradia emerged right behind the rabbit.

"Welcome to my wood, Little One. I am Angus, your host."

He noticed the look of apprehension. It was to be expected given the dreams. He approached her knowing that that she was too unsure to move. Torn between self-preservation and being polite.

"Please, don't be afraid. You are a welcome guest...very welcome indeed."

At that point he reached out with a speed she had never seen before and grasped her wrist tightly.

"So welcome, in fact, that I do not envision you ever leaving"

 

[Sigurd]

Khent

As the night falls over the ruins, the knight appears from behind the pillar. His black mail gleams in the moonlight as he moves closer to the gowned lady standing within the debris of the fallen temple.

The knight says nothing as he moves closer, eying hungrily the girl, taking in her soft features visible beneath the gown. He widens his eyes as the moonlight reveals her perk nipples, puckered from the brisk cold unyielding wind. The rumbling of an approaching storm shakes the foundations of the weakened structure as her long hair whirls around her fear filled eyes searching desperately for deliverance from the accursed place. The breathing of the knight is staggered as desire consumes him.

Lunging forward he wraps his muscular arms around her, she begins to struggle, but the iron grip of the knight holds her firm. Reaching behind him he grabs hold of a piece of chain. The girl’s flailing arms strike his helmet, sending it careening off the cliff to the anger waters below. With a quick motion of the chain, he binds her wrists.

She attempts to scream, but the sound is muffled as his gauntleted hand closes over her mouth. Leaning forward the man, traces his tongue over her neck. The sweet taste of fear and helplessness, further fuels his hunger for her. Gripping her hair he tosses back her head. Tracing his tongue down her neck. He grins as he feels her body responding to his touch. Lacking either the strength to struggle or giving in to her kindling fire she ceases to resist him for a time as his hands close over her breasts. The now falling rain causes her gown to cling to her curvaceous body adding stimulation to his seduction. His cold hands of steel close roughly over the soft flesh, causing a moan to escape from her lips as the sensation of cold steel and rain mingled with her hot flesh. Encouraged by this, the knight continued his torturous motions.

Closing his fingers over the engorged buds as his mouth closed over her neck. As desire completely began to consume him, he clasped her gown tightly, ripping it from her body. His eyes glowed at the sight of the flowing cloth descending to the sea. Tossing his gauntlets to the ground, his began to explore her soft body with his rough battle-worn hands, indulging in every inch. He held her hair firmly back as his fingers began to work into her already moist folds. The girl’s breathing staggered as her body betrayed her, weakening her further as she began to collapse to the ground.

The man growled, lifting her over his shoulder as he carried her toward a thin stone pillar, next to the foundation of a temple. Using his massive strength he lifted her high above him, slipping her arms over the pillar as the chain bonded her against it. She shuddered for a moment as her bare back pressed against the ancient stone. Loosening his mail, the knight revealed his own body to the elements. His hardened cock loomed before her, in longing to quench its intense arousal. The knight leaned forward, his dark black eyes pierced deep into her soul. “Now, you will feel what it is for darkness to consume light.”

The girl stared at him blankly but spoke not a word. The man traced his finger down her breast as he lowered himself between her legs. The rain began to fall harder as his tongue moved painfully slow over her waiting folds. Flicking his tongue, he began to part the flesh as he delved into her. The girl grinded her hips against his face as he began to lap up her sweet ambrosia, her moaning intensified as the tip of his tongue fold her pearl. Faintly the sound of the chain could be heard as she moved her body, which further added to his already frantic arousal. He consumed her sexually for what seemed to be hours, her head tossing back and forth as her moans became screams that at times could have torn asunder the angry sky. He felt her legs close around him, cupping out all other sounds but her screams and the lapping of his tongue. Tighter and tighter he felt the constriction to the point where his own breath was taken from him. As she reached her climax, her sweet nectar covered his face, she shuddered uncontrollably as he continued to lick her delicious cream . The shuddering slowed as well as her rapid breathing, leaning her head back she bathed her sweat streaked cheeks with the rain.

The man rose and stared at her sternly. “You think it is respite that you shall now have, but I am not yet done my dear. No, far from it. I will have you as long as I wish it.” He walked closer to her, grasping her head leaning it forward as her lips opened to receive his hardened cock. Feeling her hot mouth consume her he leaned his head back, gripping her head tighter “Suck it now, taste the darkness which you will have within you!” Taking control of her head, the man slipped his member slowly into her mouth first shallow, then deeper. The girl closed her eyes as she began to savor the taste of his blade. He felt her tongue trace the underside of his erect pole, stimulating him as she took in his full length. Each time she leaned forward the sound of the hefty chain was heard and this bring the knight to the edge several times. As her mouth continued to constrict tightly over his pulsing cock he knew that his time was close. Drawing his cock from her mouth he gripped it tightly stroking it harder at harder before her. Within her eyes he could see her heightened desire for his cum.

She traced her lips with her tongue as she awaited the approaching stream. “Give me your darkness, in my mouth, I await it milord. Make me yours!” Her sultry voice brought him to release his load, the white fire flowed over her face as she closed her eyes to take in the succulent liquid. Taking a step back from the girl, the knight looked down to her. “Tell me Aradia,, who am I?” The girl looked up and spoke “You are the master of my bonds, you are the great knight…”

“KHENT!!!!”

The voice changed abruptly to that of what could only be described as the approximate sound of a strangled toad.

“Damn it!” The knight fell from his bed. Shaking his head groggily he retorted

“Yes Mother, I’ll be right there!”

Damn hag has been ruining my dreams since puberty, what the hell is her problem, just because she fantasizes about dead sorcerers why shouldn’t I be able to have my own UNINTERRUPTED fantasies

Throwing on his armor muttering continually about his vile mother, Khent made his way to her scrying room.

Kneeling in from of her he listened to yet another of the old crone’s cawing.


"So, it is to happen again.."

The haggard old crone paced back and forth within her tower as she peered out of her small window toward the Witchwood.

"You will not have her, no, not this one Elf!

"Khent, the time has come!"

The knight remained knelt before her as he listened to her words. Clenching his fist, he recalled in his mind how many times he heard of the victims of the forbidding witchwood.

"Yes mother, what is it that you would have of me?"

The old woman walked toward the man, as a toothy grin emerged upon her face.

"Khent, my son. You have become a fine young man, the King favors you as one of his finest. But, yours and Aradia's fate are intertwined. I cannot tell you how, but it is your destiny to follow her to the witchwood."

Khent bit his tongue to cut off the bitter words he so very much wanted to say to her. "You old bat! What kind of prophecy is that? Do I get Aradia, or don't I? Damn Relic, tell me!!"

If only he could say that. But he had seen how the woman dealt with those that spoke up to her. Taking one quick look down to the base of the tower and the over abundance of frogs and snakes laid testament to that.

"I will endevour to live up to your expectations mother."

The crone walked back to her window and did not speak again, which was always his signal to depart.

As Khent left the tower he clenched his fists and began muttering in curses all the way back through the swamp to his steed.

"Well, I guess this is my destiny."

Sighing to himself, he began to think about the dreams, the compromised positions that he had envisioned Aradia in. Thinking about Aradia always brought discomfort to his codpiece and this was no exception

Arriving early in the morning, Khent was escorted to the guesthouse of the King’s Castle. Looking across toward the castle, Khent could make out the outline of the Princess’ room, easily recognizing it after having accidentally almost falling into it during a night of excessive drinking in the feast hall.

He could not help but look questioningly about at the various maidens who seemed to devour him with hungry eyes with every glance.

"Quite an interesting spectacle, yes indeed, quite interesting." As the night falls over the ruins, the knight appears from behind the pillar. His black mail gleams in the moonlight as he moves closer to the gowned lady standing within the debris of the fallen temple.

The knight says nothing as he moves closer, eying hungrily the girl, taking in her soft features visible beneath the gown. He widens his eyes as the moonlight reveals her perk nipples, puckered from the brisk cold unyielding wind. The rumbling of an approaching storm shakes the foundations of the weakened structure as her long hair whirls around her fear filled eyes searching desperately for deliverance from the accursed place. The breathing of the knight is staggered as desire consumes him.

Lunging forward he wraps his muscular arms around her, she begins to struggle, but the iron grip of the knight holds her firm. Reaching behind him he grabs hold of a piece of chain. The girl’s flailing arms strike his helmet, sending it careening off the cliff to the anger waters below. With a quick motion of the chain, he binds her wrists.

She attempts to scream, but the sound is muffled as his gauntleted hand closes over her mouth. Leaning forward the man, traces his tongue over her neck. The sweet taste of fear and helplessness, further fuels his hunger for her. Gripping her hair he tosses back her head. Tracing his tongue down her neck. He grins as he feels her body responding to his touch. Lacking either the strength to struggle or giving in to her kindling fire she ceases to resist him for a time as his hands close over her breasts. The now falling rain causes her gown to cling to her curvaceous body adding stimulation to his seduction. His cold hands of steel close roughly over the soft flesh, causing a moan to escape from her lips as the sensation of cold steel and rain mingled with her hot flesh. Encouraged by this, the knight continued his torturous motions.

Closing his fingers over the engorged buds as his mouth closed over her neck. As desire completely began to consume him, he clasped her gown tightly, ripping it from her body. His eyes glowed at the sight of the flowing cloth descending to the sea. Tossing his gauntlets to the ground, his began to explore her soft body with his rough battle-worn hands, indulging in every inch. He held her hair firmly back as his fingers began to work into her already moist folds. The girl’s breathing staggered as her body betrayed her, weakening her further as she began to collapse to the ground.

The man growled, lifting her over his shoulder as he carried her toward a thin stone pillar, next to the foundation of a temple. Using his massive strength he lifted her high above him, slipping her arms over the pillar as the chain bonded her against it. She shuddered for a moment as her bare back pressed against the ancient stone. Loosening his mail, the knight revealed his own body to the elements. His hardened cock loomed before her, in longing to quench its intense arousal. The knight leaned forward, his dark black eyes pierced deep into her soul. “Now, you will feel what it is for darkness to consume light.”

The girl stared at him blankly but spoke not a word. The man traced his finger down her breast as he lowered himself between her legs. The rain began to fall harder as his tongue moved painfully slow over her waiting folds. Flicking his tongue, he began to part the flesh as he delved into her. The girl grinded her hips against his face as he began to lap up her sweet ambrosia, her moaning intensified as the tip of his tongue fold her pearl. Faintly the sound of the chain could be heard as she moved her body, which further added to his already frantic arousal. He consumed her sexually for what seemed to be hours, her head tossing back and forth as her moans became screams that at times could have torn asunder the angry sky. He felt her legs close around him, cupping out all other sounds but her screams and the lapping of his tongue. Tighter and tighter he felt the constriction to the point where his own breath was taken from him. As she reached her climax, her sweet nectar covered his face, she shuddered uncontrollably as he continued to lick her delicious cream . The shuddering slowed as well as her rapid breathing, leaning her head back she bathed her sweat streaked cheeks with the rain.

The man rose and stared at her sternly. “You think it is respite that you shall now have, but I am not yet done my dear. No, far from it. I will have you as long as I wish it.” He walked closer to her, grasping her head leaning it forward as her lips opened to receive his hardened cock. Feeling her hot mouth consume her he leaned his head back, gripping her head tighter “Suck it now, taste the darkness which you will have within you!” Taking control of her head, the man slipped his member slowly into her mouth first shallow, then deeper. The girl closed her eyes as she began to savor the taste of his blade. He felt her tongue trace the underside of his erect pole, stimulating him as she took in his full length. Each time she leaned forward the sound of the hefty chain was heard and this bring the knight to the edge several times. As her mouth continued to constrict tightly over his pulsing cock he knew that his time was close. Drawing his cock from her mouth he gripped it tightly stroking it harder at harder before her. Within her eyes he could see her heightened desire for his cum.

She traced her lips with her tongue as she awaited the approaching stream. “Give me your darkness, in my mouth, I await it milord. Make me yours!” Her sultry voice brought him to release his load, the white fire flowed over her face as she closed her eyes to take in the succulent liquid. Taking a step back from the girl, the knight looked down to her. “Tell me Aradia,, who am I?” The girl looked up and spoke “You are the master of my bonds, you are the great knight…”

“KHENT!!!!”

The voice changed abruptly to that of what could only be described as the approximate sound of a strangled toad.

“Damn it!” The knight fell from his bed. Shaking his head groggily he retorted

“Yes Mother, I’ll be right there!”

Damn hag has been ruining my dreams since puberty, what the hell is her problem, just because she fantasizes about dead sorcerers why shouldn’t I be able to have my own UNINTERRUPTED fantasies

Throwing on his armor muttering continually about his vile mother, Khent made his way to her scrying room.

Kneeling in from of her he listened to yet another of the old crone’s cawing.


"So, it is to happen again.."

The haggard old crone paced back and forth within her tower as she peered out of her small window toward the Witchwood.

"You will not have her, no, not this one Elf!

"Khent, the time has come!"

The knight remained knelt before her as he listened to her words. Clenching his fist, he recalled in his mind how many times he heard of the victims of the forbidding witchwood.

"Yes mother, what is it that you would have of me?"

The old woman walked toward the man, as a toothy grin emerged upon her face.

"Khent, my son. You have become a fine young man, the King favors you as one of his finest. But, yours and Aradia's fate are intertwined. I cannot tell you how, but it is your destiny to follow her to the witchwood."

Khent bit his tongue to cut off the bitter words he so very much wanted to say to her. "You old bat! What kind of prophecy is that? Do I get Aradia, or don't I? Damn Relic, tell me!!"

If only he could say that. But he had seen how the woman dealt with those that spoke up to her. Taking one quick look down to the base of the tower and the over abundance of frogs and snakes laid testament to that.

"I will endevour to live up to your expectations mother."

The crone walked back to her window and did not speak again, which was always his signal to depart.

As Khent left the tower he clenched his fists and began muttering in curses all the way back through the swamp to his steed.

"Well, I guess this is my destiny."

Sighing to himself, he began to think about the dreams, the compromised positions that he had envisioned Aradia in. Thinking about Aradia always brought discomfort to his codpiece and this was no exception

Arriving early in the morning, Khent was escorted to the guesthouse of the King’s Castle. Looking across toward the castle, Khent could make out the outline of the Princess’ room, easily recognizing it after having accidentally almost falling into it during a night of excessive drinking in the feast hall.

He could not help but look questioningly about at the various maidens who seemed to devour him with hungry eyes with every glance.

"Quite an interesting spectacle, yes indeed, quite interesting."

 

[Niamh]

Aradia

She was in mid-step when he suddenly loomed up before her. The rabbit skittered away and she lifted her head to see him for the first time in the bright light of day.

She looked down in confusion, and took a step back.

"I am not your guest," she stammered. "I do not know you, but you must let me pass unharmed."

She made as if to go, and his next words transfixed her with their boldness.

So welcome, in fact, that I do not envision you ever leaving.

His hand on her wrist shocked her. Her heart began to hammer like the heart of a captive bird.

And now she heard in her head all of the warnings of old Meghan, all of the stories she had heard since babyhood of the evil witchwood and its even more evil lord. Angus, he had called himself. She knew that was not the all of it. She had never seen his face before, but the prickling of her skin told her she was in the presence of the intruder from her dream. And now she flushed blood-red, remembering those dreams; remembering what they had done to her body. The Dark Lord of the Wood. She stiffened and sought for her courage.

Aradia pulled back from him hard, but her hand did not slip from his grasp.

"I will not enter your kingdom," she said, and tossed her head. The sunlight made of her hair an aureole of drifting flame. "Let me pass, for I will have none of you."

And then...her wrist slid free of his hand as easily as it might have pulled free of water.

She looked up at him in surprise.

His face was black as stormcloud and his eyes blazed.

"You have about you a magick unseen -- some talisman -- some protection!"

And her wonder deepened, for she remembered of a sudden the acorn on a cotton thread that old Meghan had hung around her neck. Could that have truly broken the hold of the elven lord? But old Meghan had said it would do her no good if once she stepped within the circle of trees. What could have come to her aid?

She did not wait to puzzle it out. With a little cry, she turned on her heel and ran as fast as feet could go beyond the witchwood and all the way home.

 

[Seumas]

withdrawn

 

[Lyonhart42]

Elspeth

OOC: Sorry its been a fue, I was in a bad car accident and while I was unhurt it freaked me out and I was kind of shocky for a while.

IC: Having given up on takeing his enormus size into her mouth, Elspeth gently runs her tounge down the under side of Hamish's penis. Reaching the base, she starts back up allong the top. Reaching the head, she licks around it agein. Her jaw achs as she trys to take just that much inside her mouth. She sucks powerfuly, her teath ever so lightly scrapeing him as she slowly works him in and out.

Good enouth, that should make things a little easyer. she thinks Can't let on, but he was almost TOO much last time

Working her way back off him, she rises, siting her well formed butucks on the stack of linen.

Lieing back, her legs spread, "Let me have it" she says, the sound of determination in her voice "I know you were being gentle last time, don't"

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

OOC: Glad to hear you're alright.

IC: He smiled, so she didn't want him to hold back? Alright, but if she got hurt that was her business. He moved ont op of her, and pressed his now wet cock into the opening of her dripping pussy.

Feeling resistance to his girth he pushes into her hard. His hands moving up to fondle her breasts.

When he finally slipped in, he was ready to go, and he started thrusting in and out quickly, not holding back. He would pull out so that only the tip of his massive cock remained inside her, and then slam back in, as far as he could go. Heedless of any pain he was causing her.

 

[Lyonhart42]

Elspeth

Feeling him enter her, fast and hard, penetrating her deeply. More deeply then any of the less epically endowed men in her past, reaching the very gates of her womb, and pounding on them like a battering ram. Gasping she lets out a moan of please and pain, only increasing in its volume as Hamish establishes a brutal, pounding pace. Thus forcing him to cover her mouth if he doesn't want the entire Castile to know what’s happening, but the determined look in her eyes always any fears he may have that she wishes him to stop. If she were thinking so clearly, she would be wondering how she ever lived without the intensity of his splittingly thick shaft, her climax coming upon her within mere moments of her entry.

Recovering some of her sense after her initial orgasm, she raises her head, watching in amazement as his godlike cock forces its way into her with every thrust. Amazed at his strength, amazed at his endurance, any lesser man would never have been able to hold a pace like this, but mostly she is amazed at the wonder of him, the glory of his chest, the wonder of his...

Unable to resist it she grasps his ass with one hand feeling the muscles underneath as they move, the source of the power she feels. Slowly she runs her other hand down his chest, feeling every line in it, his hair gently tickling her, a perfect contrast to the harshness of his raging cock. Reaching his pelvis her hand runs along the line between his groin and chest, slowly working its way around to finally rest on his other buttocks.

Bracing herself, she begins rising to meet him half way, there pelvises pounding together with every mutual thrust...

 

[Sigurd]

"WHAT?!"

Khent stood in shock as the assembly of castle staff told him of the disappearance of the princess.

"You idiots! Are you not supposed to be protecting her?! I come here to find that one of the guards is "preoccupied" in the linen closet and now I find that Aradia is gone."

Khent's face was red with rage. In the back of his mind he wished that his gaze could melt those standing before him.

"I am going to the witchwood...Alone! For your sake she had better be out picking flowers or something else suited to her station."

Khent stormed out of the hall and after a short mad gallop he found himself at the entrance of the woods.

"The gods themselves must surely damn this place."

Khent felt the immediate instinct to draw his sword as if the trees themselves were eminating evil. Yet within his mind he knew that somewhere within the gnarled roots and forbidden paths of the Witchwood, he would find Aradia.

And so, with blade drawn he began to make his way into the dreaded woods, where even the most innocent sound sent tingles down his spine.

"Does this place ever end?"

After what seemed like hours of trudging through marshes and mud and battling with creatures that were as powerful in form and strength as in stench. Khent found himself at the foot of an old ruined temple. As Khent began to climb the stairs, he felt his strength ebbing and thoughts began flowing into his head.

Was Aradia here?
Did the Dark Elven Lord find her first
Why do I suddenly feel so aroused

The last question that Khent asked himself was regarding the strange familiarity that he seemed to feel with the ruins.

As he continued to ponder these questions he heard a sound of hurried footsteps. crawling down from the stairs he ran toward the source. As he reached the path he caught a glimpse of long fiery hair whisk past.

Could it be?!

Making an attempt to reach the ears of the running figure he called out

"ARADIA!!!"

Feeling his strength begin to leave him he collapsed to his knee. Again he tried, but his voice was too weak to produce a sound

Suddenly, from the underbrush a strange hairy beast emerged and began heading toward the escaping girl. Summoning the last bit of his strength, Khent drew a slender axe from his belt and threw it into the back of the creature. The creature fell with a blood-curdling howl it its death throes.

Dragging himself to the foot of the temple, Khent collapsed against the aged wall, as exhaustion took hold of him, he was still able to make out the escaping woman that he felt must be Aradia, though as delusional as he was currently it could have been his own mother and he would not have known the difference.

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

Truthfully he was rather suprised, sure he was expecting cries, but he was certain they would be more from pain than pleasure. He covered her mouth with one of his large hands as he continued to pound away inside her.

Her orgasm added more lubrication to her stretched pussy, allowing him to move eaiser, so he wouldn't expend as much energy and he'd be able to go for longer without tiring.

Next thing he knew, she had her hands on his ass and was actually THRUSTING into him. The woman was certainly full of suprises.

Undoubtably, wet slapping sounds could be heard even out into the hall as his pelvis struck hers with incredible force. Though still some time away, he could feel his climax approaching, and to her credit, it was closer than it normally would have been. After all, he normally didn't bury himself to the hilt in the wenches he beds.

 

[GageWilliams]

The Dark Prince - Rektfield

The Dark Prince Rektfield stood tall and watched the girl run from him. Beneath his visor his face twisted into a cruel smile. He had watched as the cook had given the girl her magic acorn, and he had heard as she had explained how it's power would fade inside the Witchwood, but it was easy to see now that the girl had paid no mind. In her youthful ignorance, she had decided that she could face down the evils of this place, and now she would go back to her castle feeling as if she had. She had bested him,...

She had not seen the smile beginning to spread on his face when he saw her pull back and he had released her smooth wrist. She had not seen him nearly want to laugh when he spoke his rehearsed lines... "You have about you a magick unseen -- some talisman -- some protection!" He chuckled now, thinking about how she would return to her home and tell them all how she had bested the Black Prince of the Forest and that they were all safe from him now.
He was so nearly content that he noticed the newcomer to his black and twisted forest nearly too late. The Knight was coming in after the girl, he mused. From deep in the forest he found a pursuer for the girl. A large tusked boar, only slightly morphed now by the evil within, running after the girl, well in sight of the knight, only a boy really, who planned to play hero. The boar slowed as the knight fell to his knees and flung his axe, killing it as intended.
"Yes," thought Rektfield, "They'll go back tonight with thoughts of victory over evil in this forest, but really the seige of evil is just beginning. Wait until they wake tomorrow to find their magick spraying cook wench comatose... And wait until they go to sleep tonight, and find the princess again wracked with dreams of me and all the pleasure that I can bring to her." As these thoughts ran through his mind, he smiled broader than he ever had before and with a burst of black oily smoke, he was gone.

 

[Niamh]

Aradia

"Nay, it makes no sense at all, my poppet," Meghan said, holding the acorn talisman in her hand. "The charm of a hedgewitch cannot overcome the least magick of the Dark Lord of the Wood."

Aradia was huddled, shaking, by the hearth, another bowl of herbal brew between her hands. Her cheek was grazed and muddied. Her long red hair was tangled, and the hem of her gown in tatters.

"But he told me it was so, Meghan. He told me he could not approach me while I was so protected."

Meghan scratched her chin. "There is some unseen mystery at work beneath all of this, my chick. I shall have to consult with my sister. She sent her boy, Khent, to the castle today. I will ask him to take her a message."

Suddenly the quiet was shattered by the babble of voices just outside. Meghan rose from her chair and opened the door.

"What's amiss?"

"The Princess Aradia," said Owain, the Captain of the Guard. "I have just been brought word that she left the castle and wandered alone towards the wood."

Aradia appeared in the doorway, standing next to old Meghan. Her cheeks were flushed, and she hung her head in embarrassment. "So I did, good Owain, and sorry I am for your trouble. But as you can see, I am quite safe."

"But the knight," a female voice piped up. A ruddy-faced girl with a broom came forward and jerked her chin in the direction of the Witchwood. "A young knight went off to find you. Did you not see him in the Wood?"

Aradia stared blankly at the girl, and then looked up at Meghan. "I saw no one."

"By the hounds of Annwn!" exclaimed the old woman. "It could only be Khent, my sister's son. O Lady, this is dire news indeed. "

"I shall get a band together and search the Wood," said Owain. Though his voice was steady, the look in his eyes was one of pure fear. None of the castle folk ever wandered the Witchwood. "Where is Hamish? I will need his sword at my side."

Meghan narrowed her eyes. "I warrant I can find him for you, Captain. Come you with me."

They set off in the direction of the linen room.

 

[Lyonhart42]

Elspeth

Elspeth, bucking upward with all her might into his powerful thrusts, him meeting her with the force of a charger at the tilts, his lace piercing her to the core, and almost beyond, try’s her hardest to keep up with his punishing pace, but being no warrior herself her endurance is not as great as that of her partner.

Gods this is intense, the best I've had, but how much longer can he keep this up. If he doesn't tie soon I'll surely...ughhh

All her thoughts are lost as a second orgasm passes through her, more intense then the first, longer, and somewhere she finds the strength to continue...

 

[Vagrant]

Hamish

He could feel the walls of her pussy squeeze down on his cock as she came again. He was breathing heavily now, almost there. He looked down between their bodies to see where they were joined. His shaft filling her to capacity and maybe beyond. As he moved back and thrust forward over and over he could see the wetness glistening on his pole in the lamplight.

He grunted on every thrust now, feeling his orgasm churning in his balls, getting ready to explode forth into her waiting channel.

But he figured he should make sure where she wanted it, before it was too late. "Where do ye want it wench? Are ye ready fer a babe or no?"

 

[Lyonhart42]

Elspeth

Gasping, her orgasms have become a constant, stretching out to unto infinity, her mind clouded with pleasure.

What is it he's saying, something important?

"Where do ye want it wench? Are ye ready fer a babe or no?"

Still slamming herself up to him, still fucking, and his wonderfully large dick has become her horizon, the end of her world, she cannot see beyond it. One thought penetrates the haze

He wants to know something, what do his words mean, this must be important to interrupt perfection

Suddenly realization dawns, she knows what he wants

"IN" she screams "don't you dare pull out, you fiend"

 

[StarChylde]

*There was little for Ivy to do for the moment, so she left the confines of the kitchens, but never far, to a secret room, one she'd found long ago and prepared for her own pleasure. There wasn't much in that room, but she didn't need much to make her happy, at times. A table, a chair, and several strange "toys" of various sizes for her amusement. Lifting her skirts high and settling into the chair, she took up one of the larger of these toys, a good 10 inches long, and slowly worked it into herself, pumping it in and out slowly...*

Mmm... would tha this were ye, Guard Hamish.... t`will be soon enough, I'll have ye... Whate'er it takes, I'll have ye...

*She half muttered to herself in a low almost purr of a voice, licking her lips to moisten them a bit as she pushed the artificial shaft (nevermind what it was made of, that wasn't important at all, just that it did its job) into her, rotating it to push the somewhat uneven surface against her walls a bit more firmly. She was soon moaning softly, pressing her hips up every time she pressed the object as deep as she could without losing her grip on it with strong, sure fingers.....*

.... no matter what, and I'll show ye `ow a real woman can take ye...

*She smiled at that thought, her inner muscles tightening around the toy she pumped into herself at an almost furious pace. She moaned, the pleasured sound coming from somewhere between the deepest regions of her throat and her chest. This was going to be one of the good ones.*