(fetish, cosplay, faun, chastity, non-consensual) Bewitched
By ChangeYourPassword
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of the '
Island Paradise, The Beginning'
for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures encountered on the island.
Read the previous chapters of Faun, first.
As they did whenever they could, Willow and Liam drove up to a small convention of fantasy fans, mostly a D&D, Potter and Lord of the Rings community, up in Irvine. Of course, Willow and her man fit right in.
The smaller gatherings could be fun, less crowded, more intimate, nothing like the massive San Diego Comic-Con. And they were another opportunity for Willow to hang with, and show off her unique body to people who would appreciate her.
The two of them were walking along with the crowd when he spotted the witch, standing off to one side. And the sight of her blew him away. She was a cross between Maleficent and Miss America. Breathtakingly and darkly beautiful; dressed in black leather, lace and satin. Her costume looked part goth and part dominatrix. He was both intimidated by her, and drawn to her.
But Willow, apparently just as fascinated as he was, beat him to her. She pushed through the intervening crowd, and he was left following in her wake.
"Hello. You must be Willow," the beguiling witch said as they approached.
Willow, surprised, stopped dead in front of the woman. "How do you know me? We've never met. I would have remembered."
"Oh, I've heard a lot about you. I was hoping to see you here. I'm Alexandrea. And I'm very pleased to meet you."
For a moment, Willow didn't know what to say. There was something inexplicably attractive and absorbing about the woman that mesmerized her - and befuddled her at the same time.
Finally, under the witch's stare she simply mumbled, "you're beautiful."
Alexandrea chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver down Liam's spine. She even sounded like a witch from some movie. He was surprised that Willow had actually broken character. It was something that she never did at events, where she always followed her own rules against speaking like a human.
"I do pride myself in being a witch of the highest order." Alexandrea said, smiling. And even her smile was daunting.
"I think you're beautiful as well. I wish to speak to you. Find out more about you, and your wonderful body," she added.
Liam standing behind his wife, continued to admire the woman's looks, body and costume...
Like his wife, he was having trouble with how absolutely, fantastic she appeared. Her costume was, stunning, fearsome and sexy as well. She did belong in a movie, but not a Disney children's flick. A show where the evil witch was powerful, beautiful and erotic.
Her perfect face was heavily made up in goth-like blacks and whites, with pale skin and black lipstick. Her eyes were an unnatural bright blue that demanded his attention. It was unsettling, but he had difficulty looking away.
The most striking feature of her outfit was her elaborately decorated leather corset. It held her stiffly, gave her a tiny waist and covered her sizeable breasts perfectly, while displaying a lot of enticing cleavage.
Her skirt was long and draped all the way to the floor. But it was split wide in the front all the way up, almost to her crotch, and it displayed lovely long legs, clad in sheer black stockings that ended in high-heeled boots.
She wore no blouse, but her shoulders and arms were covered by a black lace cape that fastened at her throat, but otherwise hung open. It allowed the clear view of her breasts and her corset.
But, beyond her looks, the woman; the witch, frightened him, unlike any other woman he'd ever met. She looked so much like a true witch, that he firmly believed that she was one.
And she also looked like a dominatrix from Pornhub.
While he stared, Willow began introducing herself, and him, and then began explaining the particulars of her body. She'd never shared that information with anyone before. She surprised herself, by confessing to so much, so quickly and openly, but she continued on, anyway.
Liam, like a confused boy, stood back as the two women, the witch and the faun, talked. He too was shocked with how Willow was providing such intimate details in response to the witch's questions.
After perhaps ten minutes of questions and answers, Alexandrea turned to him. "Run along Liam, we'll be fine," she said, waving him off imperiously.
Snapping out of his trance, he hesitantly looked at his wife, who smiled and nodded. "I'll be fine," she whispered.
He did need to use the bathroom, and he could use a Coke, so he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss before he turned, without saying a word, and headed off.
He took his time, and wandered the booths for longer than he had intended. He didn't really want to confront the witch again. To him, she seemed as much a real witch as Willow was a real woodland creature. He laughed at himself for thinking that she might actually be capable of casting a spell and turning him into a toad.
When he did return, better than an hour later, he had a difficult time finding his unique wife. She usually stood out in any crowd. He finally spotted her, still with the witch, over in a quiet corner.
When he walked up, neither Willow, nor Alexandrea acknowledged his arrival, they just continued talking; discussing Willow's hooves and their effect on her mobility.
He stood silently, until finally, the witch acknowledged his presence. "Oh, you're back," she said, seemingly not pleased by his return.
He looked questioningly at his Willow, but she remained standing, looking intently at her new friend, entranced.
He'd never seen her like that. And it amplified his nervousness.
Before he could form a meaningful query, another fantasy witch stepped toward him. Surprised, he took an uncertain step back, she had been standing, mostly hidden behind Alexandrea, and he hadn't noticed her until now.
"Liam, this is my companion, Isadora, she likes men." Alexandrea said, casually.
Isadora then stepped up directly in front of him, commanding his attention.
Like her friend, she was severely beautiful and dressed the part - very similar to Alexandrea, but her costume was half-black and half red, and she was smaller in stature - not as imposing. And he noticed, almost subconsciously, her breasts were smaller.
She was, though, almost as intimidating, as her partner. He noticed that Isadora had striking green eyes that were just as eerily mesmerizing as Alexandrea's. They must be contacts, he thought, but damn! they were amazing.
