Melting The Ice-Witch
Saving The Princess, part 1
CONTENT NOTE: Possession DubCon
I’m climbing the icy crags overlooking our winter encampment when I spot the falcon. I don’t like the look of it, it looks like a messenger falcon. For starters, there’s no falcons way up North here. For seconds, it’s poking at my mind with a distinct “Hey, I’m a messenger falcon from your royal bloodline, let me give you a message dangit” feeling. I fume as I scale the last rocky outcropping. I escaped out here to get away from all the royal politics and backstabbing, and for six years I had. I thought I was finally free.
The wind at the top snatches at the flowing red locks of my hair that came loose during the climb and whips them wildly. I plant my heels so my slight frame isn’t buffeted about, re-restrain my hair, and then extend a slender arm for the falcon to land on. It comes down immediately, with a feeling of “Well, took you long enough!” as it lands. I hold out my other hand for the message. The falcon bends its head down and vomits directly into it.
Magic messenger falcon vomit, of course. What comes out of its mouth is a tightly rolled square of vellum, perfectly clean. Only someone of my bloodline would get this message rather than actual falcon vomit, which is the whole point.
I whip the vellum out to full length with a flick of my wrist. The Vadran Ink sparkles in the sunlight as I read it.
‘Dearest Kalia,’
It’s my younger sister’s handwriting. She’d always made fun of how sloppy my handwriting was, while hers was so prim and proper. But she wanted to be princess, and I didn’t, so why would I practice neat handwriting? We fought sometimes, and not always just pillow-fights, but when I told her I was escaping six years ago she helped me steal a proper stallion in the middle of the night by acting as a distraction. She’s the only thing I miss from back home.
‘Our parents are giving me to King Volterath, of Parthinia. His army is at our gates, and it’s either that or we all burn.’
My breath caught in my throat. Even all the way up here, I had heard of Volterath the Cruel.
‘He is vile. His last two wives are never seen now, not even the servants know where they are! Word is I’ll be kept in a tower six months to ensure I’m not with child. Then he will breed me, over and over, until I bear him a son, to unite our two kingdoms. After that, I don’t know. Probably more breeding, with just this one gross, smelly man. No parties, no friends, no seeing the outside world or anyone else ever again. Just sewing and birthing.
He’s coming. I don’t have anywhere else to turn. No magic, no champion. Help me, please help me. I’ll wither and die in that prison.’
I crumple the letter in my fist, my blood boiling. This will not stand. My blade will sing again.
I thrust aside the massive hide covering the entrance to the Great Tent and stride in. The men gathered around the central fire peer at me, but say nothing. As the mate of the chieftain, it is my right.
(How did I get to become the mate of the chieftain, at my age? It’s a great story, but it’s a long one! Ask me some other time.)
On the far side of the fire, Dornath rises to his feet. His broad, bare chest glistens with sweat in the heat of the Great Tent. He rolls back thickly muscled shoulders, his spine cracking loudly as he stands. My womanhood awakens, a tingle igniting there and running up my spine like fire. My breasts rise as I inhale sharply, but I know there isn’t time for fun right now. My sister needs me.
Dornath’s dark, brooding eyes meet mine.
“What is wrong?” he asks with concern. He knows that I wouldn’t interrupt this conclave if it wasn’t urgent. This is why I love this man.
“I need the Avistrum herb, the hawk’s tears, and your council. My sister is in danger.” The language of the north is still a little awkward in my mouth, it’s so formal! I’ve gotten better over the years though. I slip out of my furs as I’m speaking, the tent’s too warm for them.
Dornath nods. “Give us the tent,” he orders. “Ulfgar, bring the materials.”
I spend the next few minutes explaining the situation, and he strokes his beard thinking as I talk. It’s starting to streak white at the corners of his chin, and it makes him even hotter. When I’m done I give him a quick kiss and squeeze his butt. I’m not made of stone.
“You’ve done the right thing,” he says. “Are you prepared?”
I nod, and as if on cue Ulfgar returns with a satchel of herbs and a tiny vial of liquid. Dornath pulls away from me with great effort, then takes the herbs and circles the fire slowly, tossing pinches in with every step. I inhale their smoke as they burn, and summon up my bloodline’s magic.
Dornath begins to chant, slow and low, and Ulfgar joins in. I feel power bubbling in my chest. As I inhale deeper, filling myself with herb smoke, my head swims, leaving my body. My vision lengthens, the walls of the tent draw further and further away, until I’m swaying in a great valley of distant, curving hides.
I uncork the vial and drop two hawk’s tears in each eye. The world spirals away and my sight flies across the world–far, far, over forests, past mountains, across fields and roads and villages, until it comes to the sprawling capital of Parthinia. Parthinia, not Silbathi! My sister is already there??
I look and see my little sister, even more fragile and dainty that I remembered. She approaches a palace, escorted by a dozen guards. They take her into a side entrance, they march her down stairs, under the ground, then down a very long passage. Finally they reach a hidden spiral staircase with no other entrance or exits, just up and and up into a room at the top of tower. A giant room, lavishly furnished, the finest prison in the land. And the last room she’ll ever see. The door is a foot thick and reinforced with iron. Magics overlay every inch of the place.
“It’s bad,” I slur into the Great Tent, sure that my mate can hear me, even though I can’t hear my own voice. I relay everything I see, until the herb overtakes me entirely and I fall into soft darkness.
I wake up in our hearth tent, bundled up in our clan’s best furs, with Dornath holding me closely. One hand of his gently kneads my breasts, and I snuggle into him.
“Kalia,” he begins, when he sees I’m awake, “The situation is dire. As the chieftain of the North Clans, I cannot go with you,” Instantly my heart freezes solid in my chest. “If the chieftain is caught disrupting a royal marriage our tribe will be thrown into a bloody war over the affairs of southerners which don’t concern us.”
I go rigid, chest tight, barely drawing breath. This can’t be happening.
“I will go with you as a clanless man – Dornath the Mate of Kalia, not Dornath The Chieftain of the North Clans. Tomorrow I give the crown to my brother Valtan, he will rule well and keep our people strong. Then we will rescue your sister together.”
A sob of relief breaks from my mouth. I can’t believe I doubted, even for a second. He’s the best man in the world. I turn into his arms and crush myself into him, tiny tears leaking from my eyes. My tits, always too large for comfort, smush against his barrel chest the way I love. He’s so solid! I wrap my arms up and around him, as far as I can, feeling his muscles under my hands. I want to take him right there, this flood of relief is a huge turn-on. I start to grind on him just a bit, expressing my joy with my body.
“Not now, woman,” he says, amusement in his voice. “We have many preparations to make. You realize we cannot do this on our own, yes?”
I haven’t had a moment’s time to think, but now that he’s drawn my attention to it, he’s right. Even for adventurers like us, this is no ordinary jail-break. We need powerful magic. We’ll need the blessing of a god, willing to make this a full Divine Quest. Out here there’s only one way to get that.
I look into his eyes and I can see he’s thinking what I’m thinking. “We need the Ice Witch,” we say in unison.
Deep in her ice cave, three valleys over and high up in the even-darker peaks of the Cold Summit, the Ice Witch’s closed eyes jerk as she mutters. She’s coming out of a trance that’s lasted half the day, because our request was so outlandish she said she had to commune with the gods. We had stayed silent the whole time, fiddling about the first chamber of her extensive cave dwelling and fighting down the temptation to peek deeper into her abode. A fire burns unnaturally bright in a hearth hewn from the rock wall, but it can’t seem to push away all the shadows of this place. They grow from heaps of herbs, bundles of bark, pillars of pots, and many shelves of sorcerous supplies. The whole cave brims with dark power, and doesn’t leave much room for pacing about or even sitting comfortably. We make do with a couple stools she pulled from under a narrow table, and watch as she twitches in the only chair in the place.
Suddenly she inhales sharply, drawing a deep breath. Her chest swells, and her already impressive mounds seem to grow even greater. Even under the thick furs she wears in her ice cave you can see this lady is absolutely stacked, and me and Dornath are both entranced by her. Her eyes flutter open as she exhales, and we look up to her severe face. She looks back with pupils still completely dilated. With another deep breath she rises and paces in a tight circle for many long minutes. Just brooding. She’s an imposing presence, almost a full head taller than me, though still shorter than Dornath. When I open my mouth to ask a question she raises a finger abruptly in warning. I stay quiet as she broods further.
Finally she turns to us, the dazed trance look replaced with skepticism and a bit of annoyance.
“No war, you say?” Despite being a witch she’s not that old, her voice doesn’t waver or creak. It’s just a bit hoarse from disuse. She taps her fingers on one of the flagons of mead we brought, as a gift. “A sister saved, a kingdom united, but with no armies marching, and only the blood of evil men spilled?”
We nod. Me, hopefully. Dornath, grimly.
“Well.” The Ice Witch shakes her head. “You ask for much. Most of the gods say you are ridiculous children, and laugh at you. All but one. The Queen of Fairies can give you the path you seek. A quest, magic powers, and guidance.”
I squeeze Dornath’s hand excitedly.
“But she wants much from me in return. Far more than I can give. Unless…”
She trails off. I hold my breath, but she just keeps not saying anything. Maybe this is a game? Are we supposed to say something?
“Unless what?” I finally say.
“I am old,” she says. She doesn’t look that old, maybe a few lines on her face, sure. But she has thick curves to match her giant tits, with wide mommy hips. I’d bet you could chew on her thighs for days. I put her in her late forties maybe, but she’s been in this cave since at least Dornath’s great-grandfather was a kid, and she’s always looked just like this. The only clue to her deep age is her pure-white hair – thick, slightly wavy and draping all the way down to her lower back. “I can be convinced to part with a lot, for delicacies I haven’t indulged in far too many decades.”
Dornath nods, prepared as always.
“What do you ask us?” he says. Very poetic, I like him for many reasons.
“The Three Gifts of Flesh,” the Ice Witch grins.
All in all, it turns out that’s actually not too bad. When we get back to the tribe there’s some confusion among the elders as to what exactly the Three Gifts of Flesh are, so we play it safe and go for the good stuff in each case. Weeks later we’re climbing back up to her cave, loaded down with more gifts.
“The flesh of the Nofkey Bear,” Dornath says, presenting her with over a thousand pounds of frozen meat. Me and him had spent days in the icy wilderness tracking that massive, six-legged monstrosity. Just the two of us, we spent long hours under the deep sky, talking, finding each other, interweaving our souls. Every night we edged each other in our snug tent. When we finally brought down the snarling mass of muscle and fur with bows and spears and a hidden chasm, our blood singing, we fucked like animals on top of that steaming body. Dornath roared like the Nofkey when he finally pounded his cum into me.
There is no finer meat in the north. The Ice Witch nods happily.
“The head of your greatest foe,” I say, tossing the head of Tizinki the Warlock at her feet. It only took a few days to recruit an adventuring party, but nearly two weeks to venture into Tiziniki’s domain and slay the bastard. The five of us saved a village along the way, and lost a companion to the Zrekles, and found a shared strength between us all that will hold forever. The traditional after-quest orgy was the best I’ve ever had, and I’m still glowing days later.
The Ice Witch spits at Tiziniki’s head, and gives us an approving nod.
“And the last?” she asks, her eyes glittering with anticipation.
“And at last, an eighty-four gallon puncheon of Silbathi oil, blessed by the Patriarch himself.” This had been the easiest one. We already had the messenger falcon here to place the order, and I got a deal since I was of royal blood. The puncheon had been delivered while me and Dornath were securing the first two gifts. Now it sits beside a very comfortable looking pile of furs near the hearth, with a ‘thanks for your business’ note on it.
The Ice Witch taps her foot expectantly. “And…?”
Uh oh. I exchange a worried glance with Dornath.
“And… we hope you find it very soothing?” Dornath tries.
“How, exactly, do you think it’s supposed to soothe me?” The ice witch asks, her brows drawing down in annoyance.
“It’s a massage oil,” I say, like she doesn’t know. “It makes you all tingly and relaxed and warm and happy. It’s like magic, because it is actually partially magic. Ultimate relief, we say!” Boy, I sounded like a bad pitchman there.
“Are you trying to insult me?” the witch asks, her lips drawing tight. “Or are you really this dumb?”
“Umm….”
“What do YOU use the oil for, when you get some?” she says.
And then it all makes sense. When we get the oil I rub it all over Dornath’s hard, chiseled body, until he looks as wet outside as I feel inside, and then I ride him until I can’t see straight and my head explodes.
“The third gift of flesh is us!” I exclaim.
“Indeed,” she confirms. “Both of you. Carnally.”
“One moment,” Dornath says, then turns away and pulls me with him. He leans in very close and peers into my eyes. “Kalia. This witch is a blessing and a curse. She is ageless, and there is always a catch with her gifts. If you don’t have doubts about this, you should. She may be evil. She’s certainly at least partly evil. We can walk away from this and find some other witch or wizard to invoke the gods for a quest-blessing.”
“You don’t know that,” I say. “This is nothing, and we’re very good at sex. Together we can bang all the evil out of her, at least for one night.”
“You’d fuck a crazy, ancient Ice Witch with me?”
I put my hand into his and squeeze it tight. “I’m here for you Dornath,” I say. “And I’m extremely slutty.”
“I do really love that about you,” he says, nodding.
“And I’m extremely bi,” I add.
“I really love that part too,” he agrees.
“So let’s show this witch how the Chieftain of the North Clans fucks. For the good of my sister, and all the southern kingdoms.”
Dornath takes my chin in his hand and leans down to kiss me deeply. Then he turns us both back to the Ice Witch.
“We accept,” he says. The Ice Witch laughs, a deep throaty laughter of elder delight. She hasn’t waited up, her flowing winter dress is already pooled around her feet and she stands entirely naked, with only the barest wisps of pubic hair. Her breasts are huge, I repress an urge to dash over and start squishing them immediately.
(continued)
“Good,” she says, and brings us over to the pile of furs by the giant cask of oil. “Kneel,” she says, directed at me, as she turns her attention to Dornath. He locks eyes with her as she slips her hands inside his shirt and pushes her palms against his bulging pecs. She runs her hands across and over his shoulders, kneading his thick musculature as she pushes his shirt back and off. I drop to my knees obediently and begin to work at undoing his many belts. I know what I’m here for. She steps in and rubs her body against him, grinding her bare crotch on his thigh. Her skin is smooth and milk white and flawless, and I want lick her up. Her hips bulge lavishly.
I glance up and see her dipping one hand into the oil. See her spreading it over my man’s chest and arms. She trails her fingers across every chiseled line of his physique. He kisses her forehead as she outlines his abs. He runs a hand down her smooth side and rests it on her supple hip, inches from my face. I kiss his hand as I work, kiss her hip beside it, lick her flesh between his fingers. The last belt comes free and his pants drop with a clunk. His enormous erection breaks free, unleashed and aimed directly for my devouring mouth.
“Yesssss,” the witch hisses, and twines one hand into my hair.
I part my lips and move to take his cock-head delicately, but the Witch is having none of it. With a gleeful cackle she shoves hard on the back of my head, forcing his dick into the back of my mouth. My muffled yelp is cut off by his dick, and I feel him swell at the aborted sound.
“That’s a good girl,” the witch says. She grips my hair tight and forces my head forward and back roughly, using my mouth like a sex toy to fuck my man with. My pussy goes hot and liquid, dampening my panties. Never has a woman used me like this, like my throat is an object. Dornath loves this, I feel him getting rock hard, thrusting when she pulls.
“Let’s give him a nice view,” the witch says. She releases my hair and moves to stand behind. She places both hands on my shoulders as I continue to bob my head vigorously on Dornath’s cock. She says two quick, impossible words and my clothes somehow fall off, fall through me, until they’re in a pile under me. The heat of the fireplace warms my skin on one side as my freshly-bare skin tickles in the air. I’m naked between them, and I pull back to catch my breath. The witch reaches down to stroke Dornath’s cock slowly.
“A very nice view,” she murmurs, then settles in behind me. She rests her chin on the top of my head and sets her massive left boob on my left shoulder and her massive right boob on my right shoulder. Each one is twice the size of my head, they’re almost as big as sacks of grain, bulging round orbs pressed against my face. My ears are completely muffled, but I can hear her words through her chest pressed against the back of my head.
“Look up at him, throat-slut,” she orders. His dick glistens with my saliva, like a battering ram ready for my tonsils. His abs climb like a ladder to heaven, and when I gaze past them I see his eyes burning with passion. He isn’t looking at me, he’s looking above me, eyes locked with the hot-ass witch, trembling to fuck. She leans forward, forcing my head to him, feeding his cock into my mouth again, steadily, endlessly.
“Do it,” she says to him, her hands are pushing on either side of her tits to keep them pushed around my head like overstuffed pillows. “Titty-fuck me, using her warm mouth.” I moan deeply around his dick, my pussy throbbing. He rocks back and forth into my throat, as my head is held firm against the witch’s chest. He looks adoringly at her billowing tits and my pouting, sucking mouth. I can’t stand it anymore, I drop my hands to my pussy and start to rub. Heat spreads from my sex, sending jolts of pleasure with each touch.
Dornath places both hands on the back of the witch’s head, burying his fingers in her hair, and leans over to kiss her deeply. I see his tongue push into her mouth as he thrusts back and forth into mine. I moan again and do what I can to swallow the head of his cock. I want every bit of him. I love being buried in tits with cock down my throat. He fucks harder.
“Good,” the witch says a moment later, when he finally breaks her kiss. “It’s time.” She pulls back and takes me with her. Dornath’s cock pulls all the way out of my throat as we go. She pushes me onto my back on the furs and straddles my face, facing towards my feet. I haven’t even had time to adjust before she’s pulling my legs up and open, spreading me for Dornath. I’m already wet with desire, and parted from playing with myself.
“Please…” I beg. The witch lowers herself, pushing her pussy onto my mouth. But Dornath doesn’t need to be told twice. I feel the head of his cock at my entrance and a moment later he’s slipped into me. I gasp into the witch as his giant dick pushes me open. The witch grinds down into me and my hands fly up to grab her hips. I flick out my tongue to lick her slit and taste her juices. Dornath pushes deeper, parting my pussy walls bit by bit, and I groan into the witch’s sex. I lash out with my tongue, licking her, probing her folds, slurping her up. I can’t believe how wet she is, I’m gulping down her salty juice. Dornath pulls back slightly, teasing me with emptiness, then pushes forward more, opening me deeper. I wrap my arms more over the witch’s hips and pull myself into her, grateful, lapping and sucking at her clit.
“Fuuuuuck yessss,” she says, rocking into my mouth. Dornath slides his dick in and out of my body, inching ever deeper into my core, and I squeeze with my cunt at each imploring probe. It feels so good to be filled. I pour that back into the witch with my lips and mouth, nibbling her labia and running the tip of my tongue across her clit.
I feel oil splatter my tummy and my tits. Delicate feminine hands rub my body as Dornath works his dick ever deeper. The witch fondles my breasts, cupping and squeezing them. Dornath slides a thumb over my clit and sends lighting racing up my body as he thrusts once into his deepest reach yet. The witch pinches my nipples playfully, tugging back and forth as I lap at her clit. I feel more oil dropped on me and spread across my skin. Down my sides, down to body to where Dornath is plowing his cock into me, over my thighs and even onto the upturned part of my ass. My skin tingles and vibrates where the oil touches. I hear the witch murmur more words. I feel compelled to thrust my tongue into her tunnel, see how far I can taste her, drink the darkest depths she has. Dornath buries his dick to the hilt, pushed up all the way against me. There is so much dick inside me, pushing my insides out of the way. It feels so good, I can’t imagine anything but cock in me and pussy drowning me, it’s all I am.
The witch lifts herself off my face. I blink up at her and I see she’s completely slathered in oil too. It almost glows with inner luminosity in the firelight. Two long strings of it slide down her belly and drip from her pussy, raining oil and witch-juice all over my face. I crane my neck up to bask in it.
I look to Dornath and see him glowing with oil-sheen too. He looks almost feverish. I feel almost feverish. His dick throbs inside me, rooting out the held-back sanctum. My mouth gapes open, I’m lost to the sensations of his fuck.
Then I’m face-to-face with the witch. She’s braced on her hands above me, doggy-style, with her ass arched up–presenting her sopping wet pussy to Dornath.
“My turn,” she purrs.
I almost cry as Dornath withdraws every inch of his penis from my body in a single slow motion. The witch blows me a kiss, and a second later she rocks forward as he thrusts into her. He isn’t taking his time with her like he did me, but it’s fine, her pussy is absolutely soaking. Her face contorts into shocked awe with his overbearing penetration.
She’s barely recovered before another hard thrust rocks her body. Her heavy breasts lay on mine, almost engulfing them, and they bound with the impact. More oil slides from them and onto my chest. Her eyes pop again.
“Holy gods!” she yelps, and squeaks when he smashes into her again. Her hands clutch at the furs, and she pushes back to get her bearing. I laugh, my head spinning, and bring one hand up to fondle her pussy while Dornath begins his pounding. I look into her eyes to watch the alternating disbelief and lust as his dick slams in and out. Something shines within her. My fingers find her clit and begin to tease and rub between his surges. Her essence drips over me, pools onto me, and seeps into me.
“Oh it’s so gooooood,” she says, as her eyes roll back. She arches up and throws her head back and for minutes I get to watch her getting rocked, breasts surging with hit after hit, gasps escaping her mouth. She glows, and I think I can see… no, I can feel some essence being driven out of her, squeezed out from her cunt around the edges of Dornath’s dick. Everywhere our skin touches tingles, and some boundary starts to melt.
“Wait,” the witch pants, “not yet.” She peers down at me. Her hair is rocked forward and over her face with another thrust, her tits rebound, and her eyes… are they glowing? Is that just the fire? But in the shadow of her hair, it can’t be…
She smiles crookedly. She places one hand between my breasts, and another over my throat. “Fuck her,” she commands.
I feel Dornath’s dick rest heavy on my pussy, a solid mass of lust, and for the briefest second I’m unsure. Then he pushes into me again and the sensation of being stretched and filled overwhelms me. I arch my back and my legs spread on their own, taking him, taking him all.
Something comes with him, a presence that is ineffable and hungry. I’m so overwhelmed by his cock barreling into me that I barely notice.
“Both of us,” the witch breathes. She pushes herself flat onto me, her face side-by-side with mine, tits-on-tits, stomach-to-stomach, pussy-to-pussy. He pulls out of me and thrusts back into her, then pulls out of her and slams into me, back and forth. Our bodies rock back and forth in alternation as he pumps us with dick. The repeated pause between fucks gives my pussy just enough time to tingle with recovery before I’m split open again.
The presence works its way into my body through my pussy, pushed deeper into me with each thrust of his beautiful cock. It begins to swell within me, pushing me aside. The sex overpowers me, I’m being stuff so full already that this just feels like a furthering of that. I welcome it, I want to be more full. But I start to realize it’s not filling me, it’s displacing me. I’m being driven into a corner of myself.
I try to say something but only moans come out. My body wracks with another thrust. I reach out, I wrap my arms around the witch, holding on to her for help. Our skin shivers with prickles where it touches. She moans into me as Dornath rams into her. I think I feel something leaving her as he pulls out, and then he pounds it into me. I’m pushed further away from myself, losing touch with my surroundings.
I realize with dawning horror that the witch is entering me, supplanting my consciousness with her own. I’m squashed flatter as she grows. Dornath isn’t even fucking me anymore, he’s just fucking two different pussies that both belong to the witch. I gasp, drowning in my own body. My cunt is plundered, taken from me by this woman I cling to while I’m forced to watch.
My husband violates me, over and over, unknowingly. His cock plunges back and forth with increasing fervor, not realizing he’s crushing me with each sloppy penetration. The pleasure still drives through me, but it is coming at a distance, and riding on waves of panic. The witch feels his ardor in both our bodies and I can feel her luxuriating in it, bathing herself in the sensations of two bodies being reamed out. His cock digs deep now, he buries himself to the root each time. I scream inside, I’m staring out of a strange body that used to be mine, I don’t want this, this isn’t how it was supposed to be.
The witch loves my fear. I can feel her excitement, the quickening of her pulse in both bodies. Forcing herself into me, taking my cunt to fuck as she pleases, it gets her off. The witch moans with both our bodies. She writhes against herself, using my flesh. Dornath bucks inside her/us. The witch grabs my hair and starts to cum with my body. Even in my prison I can feel waves of orgasm pulsing through me, driving consciousness across endless shoals of pleasure. The witch is fucked out of her mind, briefly, and as my pussy spasms I grab control.
I squeeze tight on Dornath’s dick, grabbing him with my slut-warrior super-toned kegels. He pauses, noticing something is wrong, my signal cutting through the noise. I can’t control much of my body, but while the witch is incapacitated with cumming, my pussy is mine again. I squeeze out a quick message in the silent code we developed for stealth operations.
Danger. Lost. Help.
Dornath keeps grinding his dick into my body, but tilts it back and forth to tap out a reply.
Stop?
I search myself. No, if he stops now I’ll be stuck in a tiny corner of myself, and the witch will own my body forever. I need to purge her from myself.
No. I squeeze back. Switch.
“Time to flip,” Dornath says, in a tone that won’t accept a no. He grabs the witch by one leg and flips her over onto her back. She gasps and briefly tries to resist, but he mounts her and sinks his dick into her pussy to pin her to the floor. She moans and arches up into him, her oil-slick tits glistening in the firelight. He roots around in her insides for a moment, grunting, then pushes her down. With his other hand he fingers my pussy, keeping the witch twitching in my body as well, and allowing me to communicate with him. I squeeze out our code again.
Water. Out. In
I hope he understands. I look up through the tunnel of my eyes, unable to move my body, and catch his gaze. He sees me. There is a flash of understanding between us. He nods.
“I hope you don’t think you’re done cumming,” he says. Ostensibly he’s talking to me, but he’s saying it for the witch’s benefit. He leans, grabs me by the calves, and hauls me up onto the witch’s body. The witch assists, pretending she’s me, moving me eagerly so I’m laying over her. I’m on my back as well, my head nestled between her giant tits again, but this time we’re laying down and spread open. Dornath puts two fingers inside me and begins to rub up against the mound behind my clit. He slides his dick in and out of the witch’s cunt at the same time.
It’s still distant and violating, still the witch forcing sex into my body. But it’s less terrifying now, because now my husband is my ally, and we’re working together. He delves into the witch’s wet tunnel over and over, she tightens under me with each advance, gasping each time. He strokes my insides exactly the way I love, dragging ever-deeper pleasure from my body. It comes from deep inside, a bubbling spring of lust and passion that the witch hasn’t found with her soul-invasion. An eros force she hasn’t corrupted. He rubs inside me, probing and pulling, in time with his plunges into the witch’s sopping cunt. Both our bodies grunt in unison now, her breasts rising around my face when we both inhale, the witch losing her ability to us separate.
I feel my deeper orgasm growing, rising from inside. “Yesssss” escapes from my lips, and I think it’s me that’s saying it now, but I’m losing my focus as the sex power swells. My body sings, my pussy starts to quiver around his fingers. Below me the witch is pounded into the furs over and over. Her tits shake and judder on either side of my face. My breath catches in my throat, as hot wetness engorges my cunt. It fills me from inside, pushing back on the invasive witch-presense, gushing up from my core. “Oh godddddd,” I moan, pleasure shooting through me, “Do it, doooo iiiiiittttt…”
Dornath slides his fingers from me and pulls his dick from the witch, then drives the head of his dick past my pussy lips, through my quivering entrance, and forces my walls wide apart by his deep plunge into the deepest recess of my body. I scream in rapture as lighting strikes my clit, his body rubbing hard against it, his dick opening the last part of me. My orgasm forces the pent up squirt from my pussy, shooting around the sides of his dick in gouts, dragging the witch’s presence with it. A flood of euphoria surges out of me in hot liquid form, flushing out every drop of evil with it. Dornath withdraws from me in a smooth sweep, allowing my geyser of squirt-cum to spray up and back, showing my tits and tummy, cascading down my toned flesh. It keeps coming, drenching my body, even getting some on my chin and lips. Dornath’s chest and abs are covered in it too.
Water. Out.
But also In.
“Now, now!” I say, in control of my body again. Dornath knows exactly what I mean. He shoves his dick back into the witch. As my cum ripples off my body, much of it gutters down between my legs and over her pussy.
“No!” the witch screeches, but it’s two-on-one now, and she’s weak with cum-sluttery. I lean back and pin her chest with my weight. Dornath grabs one of her legs in each hand, under the knee, and spreads her wide open. He pumps his dick back and forth into her, forcing my mingled squirt and juices up into her cunt over and over. She struggles, but it only makes her tits jiggle more for his gaze, and causes tightening and clamping over his dick for his pleasure. He laughs and plunges faster. I angle my body left and right, using my hands to wipe more of the cum from my body and onto her pussy, to be caught and fucked into her by his dick.
“Stop!” The witch screams, but it’s too late. My princess’s spirit is crusading into her now, to clear out her evil. Dornath keeps driving it in faster, wracking the witch’s body with every-stronger quakes. She starts to breathe sharp and fast, her legs start to tremble uncontrollably.
“Oh… oh I’m going to cum…” she says headily, the words torn from her between poundings. I flip around, straddling her hips, to look her in the eyes. They glow with fire, a lust-magic fever inside them. “Fuck it’s so gooood…” she says. I grab her nipples and pull. “Damn you…” she moans, as her eyes roll back into her head.
Then a deep groan rises from inside her, from the bottom of her cunt.
“Now, Dornath!” I say, and he groans too as he unleashes his orgasm into her. His dick pounds frantically into her as he forces one hot jet of cum after another up into her womb. Her groan grows to an ecstatic scream and I see something evil forced up out of her throat. She’s rocking back and forth on his cock, body rigid, cumming in wave after wave of euphoria, each one pushing this evil presence further out.
I see it isn’t quite enough. I take her face in my hands and cover her mouth with mine. I run my tongue against hers, I lick the inside of her teeth, the roof of her mouth. I swallow her mouth, drive my tongue as deep into her throat as I can, feeling her spasming underneath me and Dornath, coming still, a hot sun of passion inside her driving out every last wisp of evil still clinging on. I suck them from her throat, reaching into her with the love I have for Dornath, meeting his spirit with my spirit inside the witch’s core. I take the lingering bits of evil into my mouth and crush them between my teeth. I mash my lips against the witch’s, kissing her, letting her finally feel freedom. My hands cup her chin. I can feel the tears of joy streaming from her cheeks.
I slowly embrace her, continue to kiss her as Dornath fucks the last bits of our anti-corrupting cum into her. She’s shaking, but now it’s with joyful weeping rather than orgasm.
“Thank you,” she whispers. Dornath releases her legs and gently pulls his softening member from her. He wraps both of us in his giant arms, and we shift to a softer, cuddlier position. “I’ve lived with that evil shard for so long. I thought it was a part of me. I didn’t know I could be free of it.”
“You’ve watched over our clan for many generations,” Dornath says. “We owe you much, and I am honored we could be of service.”
“No one should have to live with that,” I say. “I wish we’d known earlier.”
The witch smiles through her tears and cuddles us back fiercely.
“I am eternally grateful. If you need any other boon in the future, you will always have whatever I can give.”
“Are still able to do witchery without that evil shard?” Dornath asks, concern in his voice.
The witch laughs slightly, and sniffles. “Oh yes. Even more so, in fact. It seems that it was a parasite, eating away not just at my joy, but also at my magic. I thought it made me wiser, but all it did was worsen the world. I am glad it is destroyed.”
Me and Dornath squeeze her and lay kisses on either side of her face.
“You’ll never have to worry about that again. If something ever starts to take hold just send word, and we will purge it right out,” I promise her. She laughs again, and strokes our hair.
“I might ask for a visit now and then regardless. But first, you have a quest you were very keen on?”
“Yes,” says Dornath, and I nod. “All the conditions are fulfilled.”
“Indeed,” the witch agrees. “Let’s stay here just a bit longer, and then I’ll brew us some chocolate yak’s milk and fill you in on all the things you need to do. You are in for quite a journey if you’re going to pull this off…”
We stayed before the fire for quite some time, and drank chocolate, and ultimately we stayed the night. Because she was right, the quest she had for us would take us far and we would need to prepare. Preparations that could begin the next day. Tonight was for the three of us.
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I've only skimmed through this and I can't believe it. Shocked. Abashed. How improper.
This is the inferior threesome!
omg that was AMAZING. more please?!?! 🥺