Hell Hath No Fury Like a Witch Scorned
Natalie eagerly brushed back a stray black lock, she couldn't help but smile as the spell took effect, the waters in the silver fountain clearing as her spell worked its... well, magic. Natalie knew she should feel guilty, and she did! She was spying on Élise! Her loving, doting girlfriend of two years.
But her curiosity was becoming far too much. Élise had told her she would be out for the day. Heading into the town and seeing to a few errands. Natalie had noticed that Élise had seemed nervous and even maybe a little flustered, and Natalie's birthday was coming up...
Natalie wanted to know what Élise would get her.
Could anyone blame her for casting the spell?
Seconds ticked by, and, slowly, the water cleared. Revealing the tall, firm outline of Élise... and someone else...
The water cleared more and what Natalie saw broke her heart.
Natalie couldn't believe what she was seeing. But the crystal clear water of her seeing fountain could hold no lie. Everything was revealed to her.
Provided she had the right sacrifice.
Everything.
Including her girlfriend, Élise, kissing the town blacksmith, her childhood friend.
No, it was not just kissing. What Natalie was seeing in the depths of her scrying pool went far and well beyond a simple kiss. A kiss Natalie could have handled, it would have hurt, certainly, but Natalie was sure the two of them could have handled it, they could have talked!
What Natalie saw was her Élise, her love, attack the tall blond blacksmith with a passion that the redhead had only ever shown her.
Natalie could feel her bitter tears pooling in the corner of her eyes as the once immaculate polished and burnished bronze plate, dulled grey, then blackened before collapsing into a pile ash.
It had been a gift, a gift from Élise. A gift given not more than a year ago for her nineteenth birthday. They had made love the night, she could still picture it, still taste it. Natalie could still feel the heat of Élise's body above her, her long red heair cascading down her back, her full breasts heaving in exertion, the sweetness of her dripping sex on her tongue as she explored her lover...
Now all Natalie could feel, as she watched her lover pin the blacksmith to the wall, her long, strong leg wrapping around his, her fingers gripping into his unkempt locks, was pain. All Natalie could taste was bitterness as it welled in the back of her throat.
A sob escaped her mouth.
The dam broke.
And Natalie cried. Pain and anguish overwhelmed her as she kicked what once had been a priceless gift, now nothing more than a pile of bitter ash, scattering it across the floor.
It all made sense now.
Élise had been spending so much time with him. Visiting this Martel, every week. Élise had told her it was a surprise. A gift. Her birthday was coming up and Élise had told her that she had ordered something special for Natalie from him.
How naive could she have been?
Élise was always seeing him. She never went to any other of the towns' blacksmiths. No. It was always to Martel.
She had sworn to her that Martel was just a friend. That nothing had ever happened, or would ever happen between them.
Élise told Natalie that she loved her. Only her.
Natalie had believed her. She had believed her Élise even up to when she cast the spell of scrying.
Anger, fueled by betrayal and a lover scorned, soon burned through the anguish.
"That bitch!" Natalie screamed, kicking the priceless fountain, shattering the image of Élise and her second lover.
This would not stand, Natalie would not tolerate this.
She would get her revenge.
Her silver eyes darted across the room. Plans were formed and dismissed in a rapid succession. They were all too lenient, too nice. They wouldn't punish her. Not enough. Not nearly enough. Élise had torn a hole in Natalie's heart; she wanted that treacherous bitch to suffer as much as she was suffering right now.
Her eyes roamed over her collection of spells, artifacts and various magical devices, but she didn't want to kill Élise. She still loved her, this anger was born from love. But she still wanted revenge.
Only... how?
Natalie pulled her bright red cloak tight around her, as she rocked back and forth. How...
Then her eyes settled on the large cauldron in the corner of the room and a single thought slowly bloomed into a plan.
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Élise grunted as Martel thrusted into her, feeling her walls stretch as he settled into an easy pace. Gasps and moans escaped from her throat, her hands clawing at the floor as Martel pushed deep into her.
"Ugh... You are... so tight." Martel grunted as he leaned close to her ear. "So beautiful."
Élise couldn't help but moan as he hammered on, plunging deeper into her needy sex. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her into him, setting the rhythm of their love making.
"Yes Martel... More, more, more!" She chanted as she rocked backward to meet him, thrust for thrust. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuuck me."
She loved this. The feeling of Martel's cock as he thrust as deeply as he could into her. The feeling of his weight bearing down on her and the warmth of his body heat. The fear that any moment a customer could walk into his shop and see the two of them rutting like wild animals.
It was almost too much for her to handle.
She felt Martel let go of her hips, his hand reaching down and grabbing at her breasts. His fingers rolling and teasing her sensitive nipples. Pulling at them as he continued to thrust into her, sinking his beautiful cock deep within the molten core within her.
She moaned as she felt his teeth rack down her neck, leaving small little bites in her tender flesh.
"Maaaaartel..." Élise moaned as she felt her orgasm shudder through her.
A moment later she felt Martel pick up speed, pushing faster and harder, thrusting deeper.
"Élise..." Martel panted quietly as he buried himself deep into Élise's dripping, needy pussy and she felt the warmth erupt from his cock.
They stayed like that for a few silent moments, panting and trying to catch their breath.
"Élise..." Martel whispered as he traced his fingers down her arm, catching her lips in kiss. "Gods... You are so beautiful."
Élise laughed as returned the kiss, "So are you."
The two laughed and Martel pulled his softening member from her folds. She gasped and let out a sigh. She wanted to bask in his warmth for a little while longer, but knew she needed to go.
Natalie...
Natalie was going to be waiting for her.
She cringed internally, guilt weighing down on her like a heavy cloak. Taking away her breath for several moments before she was able to push the thought of her sweet little girlfriend from her mind.
"I will never know what you see in me." Martel smiled as he handed back her clothes. "I mean... You're Élise the Red. You could have your pick of the town... and you settled for me."
Another blow of guilt.
"Martel," she said patiently as she patted him on the shoulder, "I've never met a man quite like you. You're kind, determined, and after everything, you've always gotten back on your feet."
She kissed him again, gently. "And you're the...one of the few who've seen past the warrior, the Invincible Girl, to see me... and who I am."
Not all of you
, a malevolent whisper cut vindictively through her thoughts.
He wasn't the only one, Natalie saw you for you. Though neither of them know your true colours, harlot.
Élise shook her head and buried the voice and the guilt that shot through her.
"Right."
Martel smiled, but Élise could see he didn't fully believe her. Or in himself.
She gave him another small kiss. "I'm sorry Martel but I need to go... Will my order be ready for next week?"
Martel ran his hands through his hair as he looked over to where the piece lay, half finished, but Élise could make out the outline of a rose, the finished stem was made from silver and the flower was delicate gold, but looked still to be half opened and still not fully in bloom.
"I hope so... It depends if I can get the rest of the gold in by the end of this week." Martel sighed, but quirked his mouth up in a half smile. "Even then I'll work through the night to make sure it's ready."
Élise laughed, "You don't have to work yourself to death for me. I still have some time."
He shrugged. "You're the customer."
But then he paused, hesitant uncertainty in his face. "Uh... who is it for? I've never seen you wear a flower before... let alone any sort of jewelry like this."
Élise froze. How did she answer that? He didn't know about Natalie, and if he did he would never talk to her again! Let alone want to see her.
Élise panicked. She couldn't lose him... Or her for that matter.
Martel must have seen the look of panic crossing her face. "Look I'm sorry. It's not my business. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
But she did!
He already had asked her the question. If she didn't answer he might grow suspicious, he might have questions that she couldn't answer.
Questions she didn't want to answer.
Her love was split in two... and she knew that soon she would have to choose one over the other. Or risk losing both.
And that terrified her.
"Oh sorry!" Élise quickly apologised, "no, no, it's not a secret... its uh... its going to be a tournament prize!"
Martel's eyes lit up, "A tournament prize? You are entering one of my craft as a prize?"
Élise nodded, as she chased the line as though she was drowning at sea.
