Nota bene: the chapter features mature content!
"Will you ascend the throne after your mother?"
"Yes."
I've noticed when she doesn't like a topic, she usually answers briefly.
"What he said to me... was true," I move my hand away and put it back on my laps. "I'm not beautiful as witches here... And nobody wants me; I understood that long ago. I'm not very sociable, and I'm constantly shy. It is clear that you’ll get tired of me, anyone would. It's already incredible that someone special like you is interested in me." I am squeezing my knees, realizing that I said more than I wanted.
Silence. Hebe is giving me a surprised look; she even tilts her head a little, "You know," says the witch. "I never properly thanked you for being my fearless knight, who stood up for the honor of her lady - aka me," her voice becomes playful and resolute. She was speaking to me like when we were in the dark reflection, and she wandered with her lips and tongue over my electrified body.
She lifts my chin, forcing me to look at her.
"In gratitude for your brave deed, I allow you to do with me what you want. I submit. Order me around... mmm?"
I'm looking dumbfounded at her, not understanding how we got here.
"Come on, I am giving you carte blanche."
"I-I would like to get to the izba."
"Here it is," the witch points at the bushes of wild raspberries that are behind the fallen tree we are sitting on. "Don't tell me that you got lost like a baby in the woods! Okay, okay, don't pout. It must be leshy** who was misleading you. Don't mind him." She shakes her fist at something shaggy in the bushes. The creature wiggles its stick-like ears (really ears like sticks!) and disappears into the foliage. "Usually he is harmless; maybe he was bored and wanted to play a little. If he really wanted to perish you, he would have taken you into the thicket where maras or volkolaks dwell, instead he was just walking you around the hut."
"But how he did it!? I didn't let this damn house out of sight! Did he take me to portals? "Sleeves"?"
"Nah, it’s a mirror magic. These forest spirits are good at it. You were actually looking at the house, but you saw the reflection of some trees or dense bushes a mile from here; you turned, thinking that the hut was in a different direction. It made you walk in circles. If you go with your eyes closed... Never mind! Let's go, I'll take you to the house. Your wish is my command, your grace." she gallantly offers me her hand.
***
She is leading me to the house owned by the infamous forester. It's like everything out of a dream: her cool hand in mine, crunchy branches under our feet, plaintive creak of old trees.
Hebe is the first to enter the house. She sits on the bed by the window, spreading her arms out to the sides, slightly resting her palms on a soft feather bed.
"Order me around," she smiles, looking at me and my confusion. "Do with me as you will... Relax, girl, I will not change my mind."
I‘m awkwardly hopping on one leg, trying to take off my wellingtons, and then, listening to each floorboard groaning under my bare feet, I hesitantly approach Hebe and gently place my hands on her shoulders. Unable to withstand the piercing and painful coldness of her marble irises, I close my eyes and decisively kiss the witch on her lips.
I can feel her smiling as she kisses me back and opens her mouth running her sharp tongue over my lower lip. The girl hugs me and drags me along, and for the second time I am on her. A sudden moan escapes my lips as she presses me tighter and deepens the kiss. I finally give up and part my lips. Her tongue instantly slips into my mouth, meeting mine. Hebe, of course, leads, and I just succumb to the caresses of her tongue, instinctively repeating her languid movements.
It seems to me that I am dissolving in her, merging with her body. My soft moans are breaking the silence of the room; all fears and events of the past days fade away. There is only her tender tongue and soft lips. Therefore, I do not immediately understand when her thin fingers slip into my panties. I break the kiss, freezing.
"Should I stop?" says her red and plump after long kisses lips.
I shake my head.
"Okay," she whispers in my ear and gently moves her fingers over my clitoris.
Unable to cope with new sensations, I am fidgeting on her, moaning quietly. She is moving her fingertips up and down, then she is teasing it in circular motions. I am still holding her shoulders, and I squeeze them tighter when the witch, running her tongue over my ear, taking the lobe with her lips. I'm so aroused that a couple more of her movements make my body tremble while I am biting the blanket over her shoulder, holding back my loud cry.
Hebe is gently touching me under my panties, and I am softly sobbing and flinching after orgasm. I could not even imagine that it could be so good and this is just after simple caresses of her fingers.
"You had a chance to command me, but you’ve missed it," and with these words, the witch throws me off her and presses me with the weight of her body to the bed. She yanks my T-shirt up and starts kissing my bare breasts.
"Heeebe..." I’m moaning her name when she takes my hard nipple into her mouth and roughly squeezes the other breast.
Time ceases to exist. It's hard for me to say how long she sweetly torments my nipples. She’s sucking them, lightly touching them, running the tip of her tongue around. I am sobbing, sliding my legs and hands over the satin featherbed.
The witch just sits on my hips, but gradually she started smoothly moving her beautiful buns. It excites and arouses me again, resulting in a good pain in my belly and crotch. The witch removes her lips from my nipple with a smacking sound and sinks her body lower, settling between my legs. Hebe parted them forcefully and roughly, furiously pulling my pants and panties down to the middle of my thighs. Her bright tong quickly licks the index and middle fingers.
"Ahh, that wasn't necessary. You are all juicy," she whispers breathily, making me shiver all over.
She swiftly tugs down all my clothes to the ankles with her free hand, bends my knees a little, and opens my legs, stretching the muscles. The movements are more intense than the first time: using her thumb she is massaging my clitoris, then her fingers are running over the lips. The witch is teasing at my very entrance, but she is not sinking her fingers inside.
It seems to me again that I can hear my own moans from the side, as if it were not me at all, but some other young woman who is squirming on a blue featherbed, as if this could not happen to me...
I'm all wet. And this is clear not only how it feels, but also by the sounds when the witch touches me between my legs. I get a little scared, because I'm not sure if I want her to go further, although my whole body asks for more. As if hearing my thoughts, Hebe lightly presses me with her index and middle fingers, ready to dip them deeper. In response to her actions, I wince and breath in air through my teeth.
"Do not be afraid," she says and kisses me on the lips, caressing me with her fingers without penetration. I start to calm down, catching the wave of pleasure again.
"Look at me," the witch orders, and I obey, looking at her with a dim gaze through my fluffy eyelashes. Hebe's cherry mouth is slightly open, and her snake-lines are gliding madly over her skin, as if echoing the rhythm of her insatiable fingers. "What a good girl," the witch whispers, making me come for the second time.
A half-groan, a half-cry escapes from my mouth; I arch in my back, spasmodically squeezing my toes, grabbing and rumpling the blanket with my fingers. When I come to my senses a little, my gaze is focused on her. Hebe is still holding her hand between my legs. Knowing full well that I am looking at her, she slowly lifts her hand: a thin thread of my juice is stretching from my crotch to her index and middle fingers. The witch slowly puts her fingers into her mouth and licks them:
"Mmmm... How delicious you are," she purrs, savoring the very tips.
If I could, I would come for the third time.
Instead of it comes the shame, and I quietly pull my shirt over my breasts, covering it with my hands and turning my head away from her. Meanwhile, Hebe helps me with my panties and pants. She gently lifts my bun, and her touch forces me to shiver again.
There's something that I've been afraid to ask, but I need to know, "But what about you?"
"It's as good as done," Hebe laughs and stares intently me. I am embarrassedly crossing my arms over my breasts, as if a long-sleeved T-shirt is not enough to cover me. "Hah, don't talk nonsense, I see from your frightened face that you can’t do anything... o-or you can?" She slyly looks at my really frightened and confused expression; my lips and cheeks are glowing like Damask rose. "Of course not! That is why I didn’t penetrate or force you. All this bother with you, virgins!
The last words touch a raw nerve; real life and the realization of why Hebe needs me are walking hand in hand into my mind. She holds my wrists, dominantly leaning over me, and I turn my head away from her, trying to turn on my side, but her grip is as strong as that of the strega.
"I don’t understand one thing," the witch keeps talking to me, not noticing the change in my mood and my pitiful fidgeting under her, "why you haven’t been taken before? Yet, even so, I would have forced you to be mine."
These words make my heart miss a bit. I dare to look at the girl.
The witch slowly licks her lips, "Truth be told, I never tire of your face when you have orgasms."
*W. Blake
** a tutelary deity of the forests in Slavic mythology.
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