Heart and Mind

"I mean every word, and I suppose I can take these actions as a yes then."

Klara snorted, standing up from the water and rolling her neck.

"After all the things you said to me earlier today, and then you go off again like this. Maybe you did mean what you said...ladies, I'm calling dibs here. Let's see if he's really got it in him."

Grace nodded, slipping back into the water as the rest of the girls dispersed, keeping a rough semi circle around you and watching intently. Even Caitlyn was awake now, Aibell still lazily playing with her chest. Klara stood in front of you, just out of reach of your hands as she looked down at you with burning eyes. She was quite different than the others now that you looked at her, slender and almost waifish. You could see her ribs under her skin, the curve of her hips contrasting against her small waist. Klara had to be the closest to your height, not radically shorter or taller like most of the others.

The Witch strode forward, moving her hands in strange ways that made your eyes water while non-words muttered under her breath invaded your ears. You could feel yourself responding to whatever magic she was weaving, your body prickling with heat that felt as if it could boil the water around you. The woman took quick steps through the water, wrapping her arms around your neck and sitting in your lap. Without conscious thought your hands moved to her hips, taking in the pale white body in front of you.

It was the first time you had really taken a moment to look at her closely, committing every detail to memory as you looked. Her breasts were barely a handful, more slight protrusions on her chest with dark pink nipples on them that pointed out into the air. You could feel things moving under her skin, twisting and coiling through her flesh in the rabid movements of an animal crazed with hunger. You clenched your hands slightly, feeling out the curve of her hips before running your fingers over the soft skin of her runners legs.

You were so spellbound you didn't notice the Witch lean forward, the chin length hair that seemed to shine white in the light tickling your cheek. She whispered softly, her voice repeated thousands of times in different pitches and tones echoing in your head.

"Clara would hate what I have become...I hate what I've become. I hate remembering, and I hate being, but if you're so intent on filling that void in my heart Henry, I won't say no to you. How could I, all those honeyed words you throw out willy nilly without thinking about the pain of love it causes..."

You stared into her eyes, watching the kaleidoscope of shifting colors that bled and pulsed into the whites. It was like losing yourself in the night sky, always something more to see, shooting stars of different hues sparkling through eyes watered with tears. Slowly, the two of you leaned in towards each other not as separate people, but two as one lost in the same hell.

You expected a rabid kiss like the other girls, frantic and wanton with lust, not the broken and sad touching of a woman far past happiness. Her lips were not as plush as Caitlyn's or Medjine's, nor as big as some of the other girls, but they were soft, pink and welcoming. You could feel wetness slide down her cheeks as she drew herself in closer, the burning heat of her slit trapping your erection against your stomach. Passion was the only fitting descriptor, Klara pouring out her sadness through her body as she gently kissed and kissed again. Your heart ached for her, the gentle sobs that shook her shoulders sliding her water slicked skin under your fingertips.

You tried to hug her closer, pull the woman into your grip and never let go. Every moment you had seen her in combat flashed through your mind's eye, the spattering of gore on the wet earth she had become, the crazed laughing and murderous rage that always seemed to be mixed with insanity. Klara wanted to die, to fade away like she thought she should have so long ago, but in this moment, she was alive.

Her tongue gently probed against yours, and you mentally noted it was bifurcated down the middle. Strange, but...she was still just Klara.

"Your Klara, if you'd have something as shattered as me..."

You heard her voice in your head, the kissing stopped with the woman having leaned her forehead against yours.

"Interesting isn't...speaking to you like this. I hope you won't mind Henry, but I put a spell on you. I'm not losing you to the choking trees and corpse logged muds. This way...I'll always be with you."

Tentatively, you spoke out as she was to you, echoing your thoughts in your own head.

"Strange for sure, but there ain't nothing wrong with strange. In fact, sometimes the oddest things are the most beautiful."

Klara snorted, slowly rocking her hips side to side up and down as she pressed her womanhood against you. Even through the water, you could feel the slickness of her arousal, the legs resting on your hips beribboned with strands of slippery lubricant.

"Always have to make it into a compliment Henry...I like that about you. You make me feel, and that's what also scares me. So...do we give these girls a show, or just act like nobody is here? Personally, I think we should show Hemlock how this is done. I hate being sad."

"I say you let me make you feel happy. We can put on a show by acting like no one is here, just us two."

Klara chuckled, slightly digging her nails into your shoulder as she bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

"You always know just what to say to make a girl feel like she's a princess and a slut at the same time. Have it your way sweetheart."

With her voice still cooing and echoing in your ears, Klara dug her nails into your shoulders deeper and lifted her body upwards. Water ran off of her in rivulets, glistening on her pale skin as you looked down at her. She was completely smooth everywhere you noticed, not a speck of hair on her body other than the slicked down sex hair on her head. You couldn't help yourself from running two fingers over her labia, smooth skin split perfectly down the middle by the furnace of her body that leaked out onto your fingertips. It could best be described as puffy, inviting, not a hint or sign of anything other than a bright pink line betwixt her pale skin.

Klara shuddered, looking down at you with a wild smile that split her face with jagged teeth. Her speech echoed in your brain, now chaotic and full of breath.

"Mmmf...touch me like that and I might just fall apart all over you. Literally too..."

Klara grabbed the wrist of your probing hand, moving it away as she hovered the flower of her body over the twitching head of your erection just peeking over the water's surface. In one incredibly slick and hot movement she threw her weight downwards, shaking her hips from side to side with every inch more that she took until she pressed her weight down all the way to your tightening balls. Her hands clenched together at the base of your neck, her skin shuddering and rising as the things inside her body moved and writhed frantically. Klara's hair hung limply on either side of her head as she looked at the ceiling, her mouth open and drooling from either corner by her ears.

Slowly, slow enough to somehow hear the bones in her body moving, Klara raised herself up with an arch of her back, limply rolling her head upwards to look you in the eyes. Once again you lost yourself in the strange colors and movements, but her voice was clear in your head.

"You're in for a ride cowboy..."

You felt her legs moving under the water's surface, her feet pressing against the stone on either side of your waist for leverage. Using her legs and arms against you, Klara rose up almost painfully slow on your length, her insides coiling almost tighter than you could believe in an absolutely manic insanity that felt more like a whirlpool than the movement of muscles. You were left near comatose from pleasure, only the tip of your erection still inside of the tight wetness that seemed to be somehow kissing and sucking at the same time. Deliberately, forcefully, and with a maddening cackle in your head Klara threw herself downwards to the base once more.

You felt the tip of your cock puncture something, a sudden tight ring around the tip that coiled so tightly you nearly lost feeling. Klara's tongue slid past her lips, licking along the bright white teeth that split her jawline in two.

"Oooohhh Henry...You're fucking my womb you asshole...tell me...what's it feel like to get a blowjob while I milk out every single drop into my little kitty?"

All of a sudden the sensation changed radically, a long bifurcated muscle licking at the pre-cum on the tip of your spasming erection before slowly sliding down your length. It seemed to savor every section of skin, lazily flicking from side to side before actually moving outside of her hole and coiling around your balls.

The sensations changed again, mixing and shifting as Klara began to repeat her insanity inducing slow movements. She'd slowly drag herself upwards, keeping only the tip within the confines of her body not just by movement, but the suction of what felt like a mouth. Her second tongue remained coiled around your testicles, greedily flicking against the base of your erection. In your frazzled state, you could only marvel at how beautifully mad her body was. The pale skin that hugged at her bones, shifting and sliding over her muscle like a coat driven by the eels in her body, the way your hands perfectly gripped her hips, or the ever so slight bounce and circles her nipples lazily traced in the air.

"Feeling mad yet Half-Tongue, feeling like you're going to break in two? A touch of crazy slithering up at the base of your brain? That's all me sweetheart, just give in to it. I promise you'll like it."

You tried to form a response in your head, clouded as it was, but all you could manage out was a growl as you grabbed her hips and yanked her downwards. Klara cackled, out loud this time as you once more pressed into her womb. Her voice seemed to shimmer in the air as she laughed, one of her eyes actually turning sideways in its socket to look in the direction of Grace and Hemlock. You glanced over with her, seeing Grace and Hemlock staring intently. All of the girls were actually, leaning forward with hungry eyes.

They didn't matter, right here and now, Klara was what was important to you. You wrapped your left hand around the small of her back, placing it on her opposite hip as you pulled her against your chest and dug your right hand into her hair. Her nipples pressed against your skin, hard enough to be noticeable even in your dazed mind, the water coating the two of you warm and slippery.

The Witches hands tightened around your neck, the eyes of insanity staring you down as she bounced slowly while shaking side to side at the hips. You slid your hand from her hip, taking a handful of her modest but toned rear and helping her along in her movements. Her laugh started slowly, quietly in your head, ramping up in volume as the two of you quickened the combined pace to a crescendo only those who had seen the abyss could know. It slithered through your brain like white noise, a moaning laugh that was repeated for all to hear as her skin split in nearly twenty different places into laughing maws of gnashing teeth and flickering tongues.

By now, the milking motion of coiling muscles the suction of the mouth in her womb had driven you to the edge, the tongue wrapped over your testicles clenching and un-clenching in time with the spasms of your erection that were growing in frequency. With the shattering of breaking bones Klara's ribcage snapped open a full ninety degrees to the side, the slick red meat of her insides opening wide like a cabinet. It was both revolting and interesting to watch her lungs and heart pumping, hundreds of gray eels slithering through her muscles and skin with gore slicked teeth.

"Look down baby, take a look at what you're doing to my insides...literally."

Klara giggled her mad laugh, her spinal column bending in front of your eyes as she laid back in the water while you pounded away at her. Following along with what she said, you looked down, staring at her entire reproductive system. Her womb bulged with every thrust, the tip of your cock visible beneath the muscle as you greedily fucked harder into her. It was...maddening. Something in you broke, giving in to the cackling pleading in your mind that begged for more in tears while laughing about it.

You stood, your cock still driving in and out of her writhing womb, tongues visible inside it that licked and stroked along the tip of your length. Klara laughed harder as you lifted her from the water, suspending herself in the air with her arms outstretched and legs wrapped tightly around your hips. You noted how much more fitting this position would be with a table under her, but Klara mentally chided you.

"Don't get underestimating my strength darling, you can fuck me any way you want and I can make it work. Feel how much tighter I got now that you're holding me up in the air? I bet you didn't even know you came right into my womb while you stood up...tsk tsk tsk, you wouldn't be going mad now would you Henry?"

Klara finished her sentence off with a crazed laugh, outside your mind instead of inside this time. Almost drunk on madness, you looked down, and noticed that you had in fact finished in her. You could still feel your length spasming, her womb distending in size as you emptied more of your seed into her. Thick strands of Klara's arousal, and what felt like drool mixed with your cum and spattered against her thighs as you pistoned into her harder. The milky white mixture landed on the surface of the water in droplets, the signs of your passionate insanity clear for all to see.

"Oh god Henry...make me forget...fill me up and just write me a new life. Your wife, mother of your kids...whatever you want...just make me forget.."

Her voice cracked with despair for a moment, and a lightning bolt of sadness struck your heart. You slowed your pace, bending forward to place a hand against her back and lift her up face to face with you. Klara placed her arms around your neck again, her face rapidly switching between sobbing and laughing almost too fast to keep track of. The voice in your head spoke in a multitude of tones, some words drenched in tears and others spoken between wheezing breathes of giggling.

"I'm sorry Henry...I get so emotional when I'm cumming my brains out. I've had eight so far. You're doing good...I'm sorry for making you think you aren't darling."

The mouths on her body placed frantic kisses against whatever skin your body they could reach, the one inside of her womb gently kissing the tip of your manhood with every thrust deeper. Klara nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck, your hands now using her ass to bounce her up and down. With her face split ear to ear, Klara kissed the skin of your neck, her bifurcated tongue lazily licking against you as her teeth tickled into your shoulder. Each time you bounced her up and down she grunted out a girlish moan into your ear, pleading with you for more as her hot breath tickled against your skin.

"Oh god baby, that's it. I can do whatever you want, you can make me whatever you want...just don't leave me alone in the dark. I'm scared of what I am Henry, so love me harder, enough for both of us."

You lifted your right hand off of her ass, wrapping your fingers into her hair and pulling her lips against yours again. Klara moaned into your mouth, wrapping her arms around your torso and pulling herself closer while she used her legs currently locked around your waist to bounce herself. You felt the orgasm coming this time, the urge to paint her insides white driving you. Something in your mind wanted it slow however, your hand on her rear slowing the frenetic movements of lust to an almost glacial pace as you savored every strange licking and twisting motion of her womanhood. Klara pulled away, strands of saliva hanging between your lips as she blinked those colorful crazy eyes. Instead of in your mind, she whispered the words she spoke out to you in the open air, nearly crying as she did so.

"You're so good to me Henry. Even for what I am, let me help you along sweetheart, let me be good for you."

Wrapping her legs tighter around your waist, you followed her motions and grabbed onto her hips with both hands. The Witch leaned back, enough that you could no longer feel her heart beating against yours but not near as extreme an angle as before. Slowly she traced her fingers over the tops of your hands, moving them along her skin as you still slowly pushed inside of her. A thin line appeared on her skin from neck to navel, and Klara pushed her hands inside of her stomach cavity. You shuddered when you felt her hands wrap around the outside of her pussy, the Witch stroking her own spasming muscles up and down along your length in opposite to the pace you were thrusting.

"That's my Henry...a little touch of madness to make it better. Let me help you along, I can wring every drop out into me with my hands while you feel good."

Her hands tightened inside of her body, her fingers wrapping tighter around the soft sleeve of silk that her pussy made around your cock enough for you to feel each individual digit. She twisted them in opposite directions, moving her entire tunnel up and down along your length as she did. Her body was open just enough for you to see everything, the distention of her womb as Klara dragged the tongue studded inside downwards to fit along the tip of your erection.

You came hard, the combination of every maddening feeling culminating into one. The coiling of her muscles, the internal tongues licking along your length and the one coiled around your testicles jerking every so slightly while she used her hands to move it all together. Your legs shook as you emptied inside her again, and Klara cooed out softly as her womb distended again. Her movements got even slower, enough to feel like the touch of some sort of demon intent on killing you with pleasure. Her own orgasm mixed with yours, driven to new heights by the movement of her hands. She threw her face forward into your neck, ragged breathing mixed with tears of joy as she body rocked against yours.

"Oh...oh my...oh my god Henry. I can feel every drop, I can taste them. Do you love me? Do you love me sweetheart?! Say you love me like you were going to! My heart is all yours!"

You nodded, pressing your forehead against the top of her frazzled hair and whispering the words she begged for in her ears. Klara shook even harder, another orgasm driving through her body and sending you over the edge again. So quickly after your last one, your legs gave out with the weight of it all. Water rushed up around you as you fell to your knees, Klara bouncing so hard that you felt something tear. She shuddered, throwing her face against your shoulder and biting down to hold back the scream of pleasure.

"Oh god you just came inside me. I mean inside inside...oh you're painting all of my organs with your seed Henry...god that's so hot..."

She giggled softly, the two of you entwined in that manner for some time as you rode out the chain of climaxes that tore through the Witches form. You could feel the cum you had shot into her chest cavity dripping down, running along the sides of her walls. Klara leaned back, pulling open her chest again for you to see what you had done. Her insides were a mix of red and white, your cum having sprayed along most of her organs, at least any that hadn't filled her womb to the brim.

The woman's eyes were half lidded, the color that seemed to shatter the whites of her eyes now dripping out from her tear ducts in rainbow trails.

"I said my heart was yours, would you like to see how much I meant it? I think you've got one more in you Henry, let me make it special..."

You nodded, still hard and twitching inside of her though the tongue that milked out every drop from your balls had retracted back into her womb, swishing side to side in your seed along the tip of your cock. Klara slowly lifted herself, and you felt her womb pressing your length out with tight muscles. You could hear the wet pop sound that your cock made as Klara moved higher, the tongues that coated the inside of her walls licking softly, almost sadly at the fact you wouldn't be in her.

The water was bracing, the hot spring somehow cold against your skin compared to the burning heat of her insides, but Klara kissed against your neck.

"It won't last long baby, I said I was giving my heart to you and I meant it."

Klara sat on your thighs, your cock still standing stiff between the two of you. She looked down at it, near salivating with her lust/love filled eyes streaking their colorful tears down her face. With the sound of tearing flesh, Klara reached into her chest, wrapping around something inside. With a yank, the Witch of Ouroboros pulled her still beating heart outside her body, a mess of veins still attached at the top.

"Gonna back out cowboy, or do you got a little bit of the crazy in you?"

Mentally, all you could do was grin at her. Knowing Klara, this meant everything to her in her fucked up way, and you had meant everything you'd said since the moment you met. With that being all the confirmation she needed, the Witch stuck her thumbs inside one of the major veins, prying it open. You noticed that strangely, there wasn't a drop of blood in her heart, nor had there been when she opened her chest. Truly the Witches were beyond logic, and Klara exemplified that more than any other.

"This artery opening I'm spreading is my superior vena cava, I think that's what the book called it. You'll always be in my heart Henry...but this time you'll be in my atrium."

Eyes bloomed along her skin, just as fractured with colors as her real ones, her mouth splitting wide in a grin as she pulled her heart around the tip of your cock. Immediately, you could feel the muscle beating around you rapidly. Klara moaned softly under her breath, shielding what was happening from the view of the others with her body.

"You make my heart race Henry, can you feel it? I know you can...look at how fast you make it go wrapped around that beautiful rod that I hope knocked me up. Cum again for me okay? In my special place that will beat only for you..."

Her whispers were inside your mind and out as she slowly dragged the beating organ along your erection, spitting inside of it to make it all the slicker. It was strange, insane, and wonderful all at the same time. Her hands squeezed tightly over her heart as she leaned down, her tongue sliding inside of another entrance to the muscle and licking along the tip of your cock trapped inside the atrium of her heart. Klara squeezed and twisted her hands, the bifurcated tongue wrapping around the head of your length and moving in opposite directions. She moaned out your name with every action, breathless and weak as she orgasmed over and over harder each time. Her milky white thighs were pressed together, her back arched over as the muscles of her body vibrated and clenched.

You could feel her snaking tongue exit the hole you entered in, licking along your length. Running your fingers through her soft hair, all you could bring to mind in your head was her smiling face, giggling not with insanity but happiness and love. Klara shuddered again as the mental barrage of romance hit her, tears falling freely spreading out their rainbow into the waters of the spring.

You came hard, harder than you ever had in your life, the thick ropes filling her frantically beating soul that wrapped and squeezed around you tighter than any hug. The Witch no longer hid her moans, crying out in ecstasy and joy as she withdrew her tongue and buried her face against your chest. Shaking, weak, her hands still moving lazily, Klara placed her heart back within her body, a dopey lovestruck look on her face. Unable to muster even a giggle, she sighed, curling up against you with weak and shaky movements.

"I never expected to be accepted again after I became this. I never expected to live again before I died...and wandering like a corpse all that time squandered that second chance. Maybe...maybe living with you wouldn't be so bad...if these are the memories I will hold until my grave I'll keep them tight just like I will you. You can say it now Henry...I want to hear it."

You ran your fingers through her soft hair, marveling at the world of color that spreading around you. You could feel her heart beating in her chest, the eels crawling through her skin, and the split smile face pressed against you. Klara might be insane, broken, terrifying even, but you felt the way you did all the same.

"I love you Klara."

She giggled, less like someone mad with sorrow and like a schoolgirl being confessed to.

"I love you too Henry."