IN WHICH SHE  HELPS THE MILITARY, TAKES A BATH, AND MASTURBATES WITH HELP FROM A TINY MAN! GOT YOUR LUBE READY? TELL EVERYONE TO FUCK OFF FOR A WHILE, FOR YOU'RE GOING TO VISIT...

THE WYTCH HOUSE vol. 1

I love my house. Vials line walls. Toes, eyes, tails. I stuffed shelves with tomes. They're esoteric...they're mostly like stories you quietly, slowly digest, then terrifying magick blasts out of you.

The wood became green-grey. I know not how it happened. My dwelling, as a result, now blends into the surrounding forest. Cobwebs develop in corners, but I clean them. A witch leaves spiders alone...usually. I try to maintain an equilibrium with the creatures of the forest. Or beings, if you like. But they can share someone else's house. A girl needs boundaries. I only kill animals for food, or if they salivate after me. Beside, spiders are kinder than you imagine.

I only wear a black gown. Not gnarly, but it tells onlookers I don't give a damn. Sometimes I wear sandals. But I prefer my bare feet.

I poured a few things into my huge iron cauldron, and it grumpily bubbled.

Someone knocked.

Slowly I stood up and carefully walked to the door. I tensely opened it, and defensively shielded myself behind it. Someone cleared their throat. They said they were army. "Eastern Campaign". I wonder. "Come innnn," I purred, confidently setting the proper tone of voice for this mysterious business. He said he was a soldier, which I decided was true because he apparently hadn't shaved in a long time, and had lots of cuts. He sat at the table without my bidding. My crystal ball glowed. Smiling, I casually shut the door...onlookers might assume we were about to do something tawdry.

I pranced "mystically" to my green wooden chair. I looked down my nose at him, despite my comparable smallness and vulnerability. He went on about the war, which was interesting, but neither a witch, nor witchcraft had a stake in the outcome. I couldn't help but feel bad for his troubles, but I wanted him to get to the point. I felt an urge to do something today. I wondered what it was while he explained. It didn't matter what he said. He stopped. I danced my fingers around the crystal ball. He saw a vision. I didn't care what it was. But it scared him. He tried to flee. He grabbed the doorknob. "Stop!" I commanded. "When a vision is seen, the crawling void grows yet hungry... The ink-covered tongues of--" He stomped over, slapped coins on the table, and exited.

I crossed my legs, ladylike, folded my arms. And snorted out a bit of laughter.

The urge returned. I went outside. My coven is picky how you keep your domain. I can only decide aesthetics. I must keep a gargoyle in the front. I could tell my gargoyle was looking at me. But not with its eyes. I exhaled, opened my mossy fence which groaned protest, and stole into the foggy forest depths. I heard cooing birdsong and hooting owls, and in time came to my warm, stony pool. I dropped my gown from my shoulders. It laid around my feet. I gently toed off it off. I lightly ran my hands down the tiny hairs of my body. I shivered. Growing curious, I caressed my face, like a cat, and noticed my nipples had become acute on my heavy, voluminous breasts, if you don't mind me saying. I tugged one of those nipples with my thumb and forefinger, which was really too much at once, and I flinched...still felt good, though. A lusty sensation flowed through me...and for fun, I experimented with fingering my belly button, which caused the sensation to flood to my pussy. I made slow circles in the water with my big toe, and I watched ripples run across the surface. Balancing myself on my palms, I gradually sent my legs into the depths, and sat in solitude with water up to my collarbone. I thoughtfully weighed my breasts and casually observed the water ebb. I dragged my fingers across my belly, arms, and legs, and began to realize I was closing in on what I needed. But this was a prelude.

I went home and shut the door. Knocking. I jumped. The soldier? I nervously opened the door. A small man stood there. The size of my foot. A pointed hat was in his hands. "Why...you're short, aren't you?" His smallness made his seriousness ridiculous. He bowed.

"I'm from the coven."

I childishly bit my lip. "I thought covens were girls-only," I said. "What do you want? Here on big business? Do you need an oracle?"

He entered. I shrugged. "Come in."

He jumped up on the table, and efficiently magicked up a little stool. He scribbled in his notebook, and as he kept writing, writing, and writing, I became increasingly curious.

"A report. You're not in trouble, but you have an appointment. How do you want it?"

How do I like what? What was he talking about?

"Your massage. Consider it maintenance."

I anxiously sat forward with my chin in my hand. Hmm, okay. He pocketed his book. I had to admit I could use a...massage. That soldier's reading. I was distracted because I was horny.

"Madam?"

"Well...I don't know you."

"I don't know YOU. This is a job. I'm going to make you cum. I'll go slow. I'll torture you. You'll orgasm. You'll orgasm again. You'll like it. Think I'm new? Right. We'll start the usual way...I am an expert."

I found myself getting on my bed and leaning on some pillows. He quickly glided his warm tongue along the innermost sole curve. He pecked light kisses on my little toes. A gold ring tightly encricled the middle one. I spurted giggles, and my big toe lurched back, so he ruthlessly tried to devour it. It well deserved a solid suck, and his tongue shoved and muscled it around. I was mersmerized. I sat up and pulled off my gown. He punched at my lower back, which loosened up as he performed.

"Lay down."

He got on my stomach. He lightly stroked my belly...gently walking over me. I was a giant queen. He gently rested his face on my nave; his warmth steadily communicated with me. My breathing immediately deepend, and he methodically sucked the slowest of kisses on my thick abdomen. I laid back sluggishly and submitted to erotic horror.

He strode up me and sucked an erect nipple, and my hand was having its way with my vagina. I--felt--fog infiltrate the house. It rolled around and between my parts. I gave myself up to one whimpering orgasm after the next.

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I put my gown on. So, that was the problem. I was horny. I curtsied at the little warlock. He bowed. He was cute.