the witch's house

I have fun in my house. One of my walls is lined with vials, pickled parts of things, eyes of newt, toe of that, tail of this. All my other shelves are overfull with various tomes. They're less "scientific" in terms of magick--they're more like stories that you digest and then magick flows out of you. The wood took to itself a subtle green color. I was never sure how that happened, but it causes my house to blend into its surroundings. I do my best to keep cobwebs out of the corners of my house, but a witch never kills spiders, especially not this witch. I live in a perfect equilibrium with the creatures of the forest, although I don't rule out killing other animals, but only for my food, or if they're trying to make me their food. Spiders aren't as bad as people make them out to be--they just can't share my house. A girl has to set boundaries  It suits me to wear a simple black gown. Not gnarly, but something that lets people know I don't give a damn. I might wear simple shoes or sandals sometimes, but I tend to go barefoot.

I poured a few things into my cauldron, which began to gently bubble. Somone knocked on my door. I opened it up, careful to position myself behind it like kind of a shield, and listened for a response. Somoneone cleared their throat. They said they were part of the army in the eastern campaign. "Come on," I purred, which is the right tone of voice for this business. It was indeed a soldier. From the looks of it he hadn't shaved in a long time, had a lot of cuts, and generally looked bedraggled. As if he knew the drill, he sat at the table with my crystal ball. I shut the door in such a way that anyone looking from outside might think we were about to do something naughty. In a way, we were. I carried myself in a very "mystical" way. I sat down across from him, and kind of looked down my nose at him, despite that compared to my front door, I was a tiny thing, and compared to this hardened killer, I was a ragdoll.

He told me at length about the war. It was actually interesting from one point of view, but neither a witch, nor the practice of witchcraft had any stake in the matter. I felt bad for his trials and tribulations, but I wanted him to get to the point. I felt like there was something else I needed to do today, but I wasn't sure what. I twirled my hands around my crystal ball once he'd finish explaining things, and he saw a vision. I'm not privy to what my clients's visions are, although I could find out if I wanted to. In this case, I didn't care. Whatever he saw must've spooked him because he abruptly got up from his chair and left. That's what he tried to do anyway, but when he grabbed the doorknob I said "Stop! When a vision is seen, the void grows hungry..." He stomped over, slapped a few shabby coins on the table, and left. I exhaled deeply, crossed my legs very ladylike, folded my hands in my lap, and snorted a scoff as I made what must've been a weird smile.

I decided to take a bath. I went outside and looked around. My coven is very specific about how you should keep your domain, so I never had to make decisions, other than aesthetic ones. They recommend keeping a gargoyle outside. As I stepped out the door, I could tell it was looking at me, although not with its eyes, and I knew everything was safe. I opened my iron fence and stole away deep into the forest. Although you could hear birds singing lazily from far away, and not much else other than owls, the animals were saying hello to me. The fog was quite thick and had a bit of green to it. Pea soup. I came to my favorite stream, disrobed, and submerged myself in the lukewarm, onrushing water. Powerful witches become rulers of their domain. I figured it might please me to rule my own forest some day.

I went back to my house, letting the gods of the wind dry me off, and shut the door. I was surprised when I heard someone knocking. The war must be going poorly indeed if I'm receiving two desperate people today. "Why you're a short fellow, aren't you? What can I do for you, little man?" I know that sounds condescending, but I couldn't get over how cute he looked. He wasn't much bigger than my foot. He seemed very serious, which was ridiculous considering how small he was. Just what did he hope to accomplish, being so small? He bowed like a proper gentleman and said, "I am a warlock from the coven." I searched my mind. Warlock? I thought covens were a girls-only affair. Okay, let's see where this goes. I peered out my door down at him. "And what is your business here? Surely, you know you fair share of oracles." "I do indeed," he snorted. "I am here on official business." Please, stop. I did a bad job of concealing my laughter this time, but I held the door open for him. "Come in, come in!"

He jumped up on the table and magicked a chair and sat down. I decided I'd just start laughing out loud now because I couldn't take it anymore. He started scribbling in his little notebook, not reacting to my laughter at all. As he kept writing, writing, and writing, and after my tittering subsided I finally asked what he was doing. "A report. You're not in trouble, my dear, but we do have something to take care of." He put his book away and looked me dead in the face. "Consider it maintenance." I sat leaned forward with my chin in my hand. Okay.

"Now. How do you like it?" How do I like it? I furrowed my brow. What was he talking about? "How do you want me to fuck you?" Ah. I had to admit I'd been, uh, horny. That's what was distracting me. When that soldier was talking to me, I was distracted by my tit. I was rubbing my tit in a circular motion. I drifted into a sea of fantasy. Yes, the warlock knew exactly what I wanted. The coven was so good to me. I owed them a lot, really. "Madam! I don't wish to rush you, but you seem to be--" I snapped out of it. "It's kind of embarrassing. What can you do?"

"Anything," he said. "Go sit on the bed." Blushing, I did so. "Right," said he. "Well start the usual way. Trust me, madam, I am an expert." At once he went to work on my foot. Despite his small frame he was able to massage it expertly. I'd been walking around a lot today, so yes, this seemed to undo something within me. I reached back and untied my hair and let it fall about my shoulders. He saw this. "Madam, you have a wonderful bushel of hair." Yes, a bushel. I like that. Soft, buoyant, and voluminous, like a bushel. He worked my toes and the areas between my toes. "Up, up" he said. I lifted my other leg in front of him. I watched him work, impressed. I tilted my head and watched, mesmerized. "And now," he announced, "I'm going to fuck every part of you." He went up between my legs and was doing things to my inner thigh. I slowly laid back on the bed and let it happen. He moved to my other thigh and massaged, kneaded, and cajoled.

He went under me and rubbed my lower back, which fell loose like my hair when I untied it. He emerged and stood on top of my knee. "Now let's get those clothes off." I pulled my gown up over me and threw it on the ground. He was naked too now, and had grown a bit. He was using his mouth and tongue to work around and below my navel. Especially below my navel. I was hard before, but I was getting ready to burst now. His tongue went into my belly button, and ice ran up my spine. In spite of myself I was rubbing the back of my neck with my eyes closed. I was chewing my bottom lip. After working on my stomach he walked up to my breasts and kneaded them one by one. He suckled my nipples, too.

He made his way to my pussy and sucked my clit. He was about to take my vagina ona journey. I was in an erotic miasma, free of everything. It was like the fog of the forest had infiltrated my house, and rolled around and between my body parts, and all I could do was listlessly give myself up to it. I was bedazzled, high on it, drunk on it. Like the crystal ball on my table, my clit had become his crystal ball, and he seemed to see visions into my sexual fantasies.

"You're going to feel a slight orgasm" I heard him say distantly. I knew he said it, but I couldn't care, didn't care. This erotic surgery. He was just big enough to fit into my vagina, and in he went, and he seemed to be swimming inside of it. Like the soldier said before there is indeed a war going on, and it was not in the east--it was in my south.

I orgasmed so hard I thought my house would explode and all the gentle creatures of the forest would go with it.

After I recovered I donned my gown, and knew that was it--that was the distraction, the problem. That's what I needed to do today. I bowed deeply to my little helper. He bowed in return. He'd dressed back up in full warlock regalia. I was spent, but I could still smile at how cute he was. I opened the door for him, and off he went, mounted on a spider.