The Witch and Her Past Catchup

I was grinding more herbs when the cottage door burst open and a huge man stormed in. As he thundered towards me my hand wrapped around a rolling pin but he was quick and before I could raise it, his leg pinned me to the wall and he held my arms out to the side forcefully.

'How did you get in here, my protections are up, humans cannot see through the veils?' I whispered buying time to work out who.. and what.. he is.

He told me he wasn't human with a smirk and that there were soldiers behind him demanding the blood of the witch, whom he presumed was me. I dropped the rolling pin and his eyes followed it to the floor as it narrowly missed his foot. His arms moved both of mine above my head so he could pin me with one hand and the other searched my sleeves for the pocketed dagger he seemed to know I kept there. I wriggled and fought him which he found amusing and then I saw the stone around his neck. I saw it light up and purple fire race around the tracks of the runes engraved into it. He had powers far greater than mine and he had cast his own protections, I could not do him any serious harm.

His face registered my realisation as he found and removed my dagger. Still holding my arms above me he smiled and said, 'I think I should make sure you have no other weapons upon you' and he sliced the laces of the front of my dress. Shocked, I looked down and watched the sides come open further and further, aided by the tip of the dagger baring more and more of me. I dug my nails into his wrist, fought like an alley cat and stamped on his foot. He laughed at me and then stared into my eyes. His grey eyes bore into me, he held my gaze and told me it was a bit late to be shy now, he'd already seen all I had.

He'd seen the games I'd played swimming naked around the bathing soldiers in the river. He'd seen me brush against them hidden in my protective veil, letting them feel my sexual tension and arousing them but they don't know why. These soldiers had now been sent to capture me and no doubt they'd want to teach me a lesson on the way back to the King.

I didn't need to be scared of mortal men but it crossed my mind I should probably be more scared of this.. whatever he was. I didn't feel fear though, none, it was confusing to me.

He lifted me up by my neck, pressed me firmly against the wooden log walls, both of our long dark hair began swirling in the air, dancing in the magical purple light erupting from his amulet. My dress bared almost all of my body and his eyes took in every inch. He ran the tip of my dagger from my collarbone down to my navel and then back up to a nipple. The cold blade flicked at it several times and he moaned at my squirming as it blatantly hardened.

He used the blade to hook his purple blazing amulet and brought it to my nipple. It crackled and lightning strands jumped from it to my nipple. The lightning pierced my nipple and ran strands of burning purple up to the skin above and drew a rune underneath my flesh which flashed like a fiery thread. As it burned into me, I screamed in pain and terror of what this was doing to me.

Over my curses we heard the horses, lots of them and shouts of angry men. He broke the connection, leaving this light flickering in my skin. He put me down and strode to the window.

'They're mortals, we'll be safe as long as the veil holds' As I stepped towards the window, I had to confess that I'd not dealt with that many people before over such a big area as the cottage. He told me his powers amplified mine so we would be ok.

'I sent my horse off to the west so hopefully they find the hoof prints and think it's you. This lot always have some double back or a follow on group in case people hide so we'll need to stay veiled a few days.'

'They're stopping!' I exclaimed as I noticed the horses pull up before the woodland started. They circled around. Their commander started pointing all around and it was clear they were reluctant to ride into the deep woods at this late hour of the day. My reputation was clearly known to them. Everyone dismounted and preparations were made to set up camp.

'Now we leave!' I said and turned to start gathering my belongings.

He reached and grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him.

'No!' He snapped, 'We stay, there is no point moving away from them and be looking over our shoulder all the time. We stay, we wait for them to brave up tomorrow and pass by. Do you need anything to keep the veil?'

I thought he was crazy, move while we have hours to get ahead. I berated myself, why was I thinking 'we'. He didn't even know me never mind own me! I don't need to listen to him. It's my veil saving us and it will move with me. I don't need him. He'd clearly been watching me a while but why? I guessed if he wanted to kill me he would have done so already but I didn't need or want him. I tried to pull away,

'Let me be! I'm going! You can follow if you need protection but you aren't going to trap me here'

He laughed and held my arm even tighter. He shook me a few times and I realised my dress was still open and he was watching my breasts bounce. I used my free arm to try to pull my dress closed. He pulled out a chair and sat himself down. He pulled me to him, standing in front of him between his knees. He was tall so his head was still at my neck even as he sat. He held both of my arms behind my back and spun me around. I swear it came from thin air but he suddenly had rope and he tied my wrists together at the base of my back. He slid my dress off my shoulders and down to my elbows and his fingers traced the runes, marks and ancient words inked onto my back as he let my dress fall to the floor.

'You have some stories etched here my witch, we have been through many lives.' He whispered slowly. He turned me around to face him, his hands still tracing my inks across my belly. 'Now where were we before we were rudely interrupted? Oh yes, checking you for weapons!'

'What do you mean by we? Why do you need to, aren't you protected from me?' I asked

He smiled. 'So nice that you care, you cannot kill me with your spells, poisons or knives but they may make me feel a little off my best for a while and I think I prefer my health intact'

I was so close to him, I couldn't help but take a proper look at him. His grey eyes were just starting to show some flecks of purple light as the dusk turned to night around us. So he had the fire in his body too?

His long straight hair was thick and shiny, his shoulders were broad and he felt muscle bound and powerful under his heavy grey shirt and sturdy leather armour. I was furious with myself for wondering what he looked like out of those clothes. I felt his hand sliding up the back of my thigh and I looked up at the ceiling hoping my face couldn't betray how good that felt. His other hand moved up my other leg and stopped at the strap around my thigh. He found my other dagger and a pouch of herbs. He removed them and kicked them away.

'Look at me witch' he growled. I refused and counted nails in my roof to avoid him. Both hands cupped my bare ass and I felt my legs part slightly which made him laugh. 'Look at me witch!' He growled again. I remained looking at the ceiling.

'I should warn you witch,' he whispered, 'that disobedient brats excite me!' And he turned me to my side and bent me over his knee. I shrieked from shock and felt his other leg lock both of mine to him. He held me down with his huge hand across my back and I had no time to think before his hand spanked my ass over and over. I squealed and my ass burned. I couldn't wriggle or fight and knew the sting was bright red. He stood me up facing him and smiled at my dishevelled fury. He wrapped his ankles around mine again pinning me still and he moved my legs apart. His hand gently moved my hair back off my face and chest. I glared at him, too furious to speak. His finger trailed down my torso and stopped at my lower belly.

'No no no!' I blushed, 'Don't you touch me!'

His hand continued down my body, teasing me a little as he barely touched my skin as he moved past my throbbing pussy and clawed into my inner thigh. He slid upwards and pushed his middle and forefinger slowly inside me. His thumb slid up towards my clit and my knees went weak.

'Did you say not to touch you here my witch? I do believe your body recognises me and is welcoming me back!' His fingers slid slowly inside and out of me, going deeper each time.

I couldn't deny my body had betrayed me totally.. wait.. 'Welcome you back? What do you mean? I don't know you!'

One hand fucking me slowly, the other cupped my breast and his finger pinched my nipple. Purple sparks flew between us and my head whirled with pictures. I saw us, in so many visions, so many places and so many lifetimes. We'd been monarchs and warriors, sailors, slaves and farmers, we'd fought wars and brought up children. We'd lived long lives and short ones but we'd lived every life together and together as lovers. Our magic had been different in some lives but we'd had it for all eternity.

As the vision faded and my mind came back to this world, I found his thumb on my clit and his mouth on my nipple. My magic dissolved the rope binding my hands as I realised it had been my choice to submit to this being and I gripped his shoulders as my body exploded in orgasm on his hand.

'Don't stop witch, keep going!' He removed his fingers from me and laughed as I almost cried. He lifted me and stood up. He moved to the table and laid me on it, spreading my legs wide. I bucked beneath him and moaned so loudly as his mouth blew on my clit and his tongue went to work. My back arched and my hands gripped the edges of the table and I lost myself immediately in his incredible mouth actions. Harder and faster, slower and gentler, biting, sucking and licking he teased and tormented me through one orgasm after another, using his fingers inside me far too infrequently! When my clit couldn't take any more, it winced in pain and I pushed him off, I sat up and reached for his clothes eagerly. 'Oh how I have missed you Witch, and your insatiable needs'

'Fuck me, fuck me right now!' I pleaded pitifully. He shook his head and smiled.

'No no no, isn't that what you said? We have all night and a few days, let's see if you have any patience in this life!' He murmured as he led me to my wash bowl and dipped the cloth in the water and started to wash me gently from head to toe. While he worked he told me that his magic made him remember all our history as we reincarnated every time and he had to seek me out. I hadn't remembered him at all in any of our new lives until he'd reignited the flame and then it started to come back to me over a few days.

He wrapped a robe around me and asked if we had any food as he was starving. I laughed and realised I was too. We checked on the soldiers and found them pitching tents, posting sentries and lighting camp fires. I checked the veil and found it strong. He mused it was a good job it held sound too considering how loud I'd been. We gathered food and wine, wiped the table and laid our plates.

He took off his outer armour and I couldn't help but notice how strong he really was. As we ate he told me snippets of things from our previous lives. He nearly always caught me teasing and tormenting men, like I was warming up for him. I'd been fond of knives hidden about my person in almost every life. I had been a disobedient brat in most of my lives and I'd had to agree that did feel very natural to me.

It did cross my mind this could all be a spell, his trickery to bed me but I found myself remembering things that I couldn't make up and hadn't seen in my visions. I felt as one with him and like our souls have known each other for all eternity.

We took our wine goblets back to the window and he stood behind me as we watched the fires and candles flicker in the fields at the edge of the woods.

'So what do you think they are doing?' I asked.

He wrapped an arm tight around me and pulled me back against him. He breathed in the smell of my hair and ran his goblet down my arm. He told me his thoughts with a soft and gentle voice.

'I suspect they are spooked by the woods and the dark. You have lived here a decade and your mischief and magic does linger in the trees. They can feel it, they've heard the stories of soldiers who have been seduced by the mermaid murderess. They have been told of evil spirits who have pulled poor innocent souls into the forest floor and buried them alive. They will wait til daylight to venture in here. They will hunt for you because they are forced to but they will move on.'

Confused and frustrated and surprisingly horny, I tried to face him but he held me still.

'I don't understand why we just stay here, aren't you nervous about the veil failing? Why are you here? I have to wonder if this light you have infected me with is a spell to trick me for some reason, if your story is part of your hypnosis to trap me here, those visions a hallucination to confuse me, before you hand me over to them in the morning!'

'Hand you over? I have waited years for you to be ready for us. We have a lot of catching up to do and a lot of fucking! Do you want a swim, you usually go around this time?'

'With them out there?' I asked astounded, was he crazy?

'You keep the house veiled, I can keep us veiled, we can walk amongst them and see what we learn and then go for a swim, they won't see us' He took my hand and we walked into their camp. It felt dangerous and exciting to be wandering amongst them, the cold air touching my skin as my robe was open. We listened to some soldiers chatter, mostly about their families and how much they didn't want to go into the woods. We moved towards the Commanders tent and I couldn't resist kicking over a few cups along the way. It amused me how spooked the soldiers were so I put out their fire with a small water spell too. Their faces! In the Commander's tent we learned they planned to enter the forest at dawn and had an array of charms and protections they thought would keep them safe.

We went on through the camp to the lake. The moon reflecting beautifully in the almost still water was enchanting and we found a spot to enter the water with ease. He took off his clothes and had to close my mouth as I stared at his amazing body. He tapped my robe and explained he needed to hide our clothes as his veil would only cover us once we went in.

The cold water made us both shiver as we tiptoed into the lake. He stopped me as the water neared the top of my thighs and stepped in front of me. He spread my legs slightly and dipped his hand into the cold water. He rubbed my nipples and smiled as they hardened. He pushed his fingers into my pussy, spreading the lips and gently teasing my clit as he walked backwards pulling me with him and waited for my gasp as the cold water reached the top of my thighs.

'Oh how I have missed those noises you make!'

He pushed me over and started swimming towards a small rock island in the middle of the lake. I followed him and we swam to the other side of the rock where he pressed my body against it and pressed himself against me. He lifted me up so I was balanced on the rock and sucked really hard on my nipple, his groans and thrill not held back.

His hands roamed impatiently all over me, pinching and squeezing. His big fingers reached my pussy and pinched at my clit before eagerly rubbing in the wetness that was mine.

He lifted me up and tossed one of my legs over his shoulder and hungrily ate at my pussy with his whole mouth! He wasn't looking to satisfy me at all, just make me as excited as he was. He stopped and dropped my leg down hastily. He pressed himself hard against me and with equal lack of courtesy he rammed his hard cock inside me and fucked me like our lives depended on it.

My body responded to his urgency equally and I pushed against him encouraging him deeper. As I got closer to climax I noticed a purple glow and lines of purple fire extended from around my nipple, spreading out all over my body. His body was the same and we were both glowing, fucking entities in a cold lake at night. The purple lines were setting all my nerves on fire and my body shook.

He knew what was about to happen and in moments he withdrew from me, turned me around slamming my body roughly against the rock and his hands parted my ass cheeks for his cock to ram into!

I screamed and the purple fire extended from my body and encircled us both as he hammered into me, he slapped my ass and forced his hand between me and the rock viciously pounding my clit knowing it would have my ass beg for him to release in me. As he began to spurt he lifted me off the rock and we fell back into the water, me laying on top of him staring at the moon as my body shook and exploded on his fingers, now buried deep in my cunt. He held me tight, still torturing my clit and we floated in the purple water around us. I had to punch his hand to stop and he turned us vertical in the water and brought our mouths together for longest deepest kiss in history. I didn't think he was going to stop but eventually he took a breathe and let me!

'Missed you my Queen!' He uttered still groping my body.

I raised an eyebrow, 'That's what you do to a Queen?'

'That's one of the things... the many things, shall we go fuck in front of the soldiers now? On the Commanders bed? When he's in it! Or back to the cottage and I can tie you up in front of the fireplace and flog your body to orgasm, then kiss every inch of you until you cum again, and then you can ride my cock until you either split in two or you make me cum so hard and fill you up so much you drip my cum for days?'

I look at him astounded! Who the hell was he?