Circled by seawater drying on the ground I throw the incense into the fire. The spicy scent drives me forward whispering, "I want, I need..." I can't even finish the thought, the feeling that is untouchable, undeniable. Soon it just becomes a chant, "I want, I need." Loosing myself to the beat of the words, the dance of the flames, I see them change forming a mountain. No, a piece of my mind goes, a volcano with a glowing top. Out pours a great blackness and then suddenly the flames have wings. Such brightness makes my eyes water so that I must close them, but the endless chant goes on. There is a large gust that blows the fire towards me and I yelp in surprise, the heat blazing by my body.
My eyes flash open, the fire is as it should be, the stones still keeping it in. Looking at it wondering how it could flow towards me in this cave with the entrance far behind me. "You called me witch," I nearly jumped out of my skin at the deep voice at my back. I turned and saw a man near the edge of the circle. His skin was as black as obsidian where the white linen wasn't covering it, with almost as much shine. Though it was his eyes that enthralled me, I had never seen eyes that were so golden, like a lost treasure suddenly found.
He turned his eyes to glance around the cave, only then did I notice he had enough muscles to bring a flash of fear with the heat that consumed my cheeks. Foolishly I said, "I'm no witch! And I am an adult not so little."
Glancing back with a raised eyebrow "Is that not why you called me to a small cave trapping me in your circle, and in this form. You called with your incense, your chant, your spell."
Shaking my head I looked back to the fire recalling the shop I've never noticed before today, stuck between two tight buildings. I entered on a whim not knowing what I might find but with no trepidations. A woman, old enough to be called a crone if unkind, was at the counter. Beckoning she called me over, "I can see you have a need little maiden, and I can help you with your wants." Uncertain I didn't know what to say but reading my face she continued. "I know it's hard to see clearly, but I can give you help to set you on your path." Taking my hand she moves around the shop, I follow unthinkingly. Pulling down a few jars, she looks them over and back at me before replacing them and moving on. I hear her murmuring under her breath, "This one?... no not needed... not right either."
Finally in a corner behind several boxes she pulls out a small clay jar. Taking the cover off she hands it to me, the scent is spicy, cloying yet... erotic. She brightens at my reaction, "First you will take this to a private spot, not to be disturbed: the caves might be a suitable place. Take seawater with you and use it to draw a circle large as you can in the space. Start a fire in the middle and when it is hot and high throw this incense in it and say your need. You will understand the need and receive it."
Nodding while repeating the instructions so I could repeat them later, I hardly noticed her leading me out. Only when I was halfway home did I realize how strange it all seemed. Even though, I found myself compelled to follow the instructions bringing myself back to the present. "See you called, I answered." He was just behind me now, so close I could feel the heat of him at my back as strongly as the fire before me. "'I want, I need.' You have me now."
"The lady she told me I would know, but I had no idea that it would call you. How did it call you?" I could feel a different heat filling my body starting low in my center. He was so close that his breath was stirring on my neck, toying with my blond hair. "Who are you?"
He chuckled, "A young witch then, one that wants, I am me and you are you. There is a need you have so here I am to serve you." He glides from behind me back into view.
The firelight licks against his dark skin, the light linen pants almost see through with the fineness of the weave. As he moves it is with such grace as though he just wills his body from spot to spot. But it's he eyes that pierce that seem to look past my shell into my soul. "What do I need help with, she said I would know?"
He gives a hardy laugh and I tense at the unexpected noise, "You already know little witch," his nostrils flared, "I can smell your need."
Blushing harder then ever I could hardly comprehend what was before me. Somehow I brought this man into the cave for a need within myself, a beautiful man who was having a powerful effect on me. "Yes you are understanding now, I can see it in your eyes little witch. I can make your wants and needs come to fruition. I haven't had witch in many years but since you are so little I will be very gentle."
I was shocked in place by his words, so curt in assumption that I would give myself to him. My brain warred against my body that wanted to know what his skin felt like, and what lay beneath his fine pants. Stepping forward broke me from my spell, "Wait, who said I wanted you?"
"Your soul called out and captured me, I am here at your behest." He cocked his head to the side, "I cannot hurt you, as you have bound me. Let me serve you wonders that you couldn't put into words." His hand rose towards my face and I braced myself as to not flinch at his touch. However as soon as his hand cupped my chin and cheek I knew I could not struggle against my body any longer. His skin sizzled against mine, leaving a warm print where he touched. Taking it as the confirmation that it was he stepped before me, bringing his height down to my lips and gently kissing. A burst of need sped though my body opening my lips in a sigh of pleasure, he took advantage and deepened his kiss. I felt his hands moving me closer pressing me into his hard and hot body; I rubbed against him.
Releasing my lips he pulled back slightly, "You bloom so beautifully, little witch, but so many clothes in between." Looking at me for conformation I give a little nod and he starts to unbutton. His hands blazing over my revealed skin until all my clothes are littered on the ground and I stand naked before him. I can feel his golden eyes raking over my nudity but I am not shy as I should be. I feel empowered that I had his full admirations and clearly an effect on his body with his tenting pants.
"Now it is you who needs to become naked," I'm surprised at the crassness that fell from my mouth. Feeling assertive I moved to remove his pants, permitting my hands graze his muscled behind, letting it pool at his feet. Seeing my first eager male member entrances me. I wrap my hands around it and I can't get over the silky hardness about it, gently I run my hand down and I hear him hiss. I raise an eyebrow at his reaction. Emboldened I grip tighter and pull up while my other hand runs over the two draping orbs just below, a small amount of liquid came from the tip.
"Too good, if I didn't know better little witch..." he stopped talking when I kneeled down and licked the end. The bead of dew was salty and sweet, addicting, with my hand still around it I placed the end in my mouth and sucked around it. I felt his hands tangle in my hair not pushing or pulling but allowing me to test and tease. His breathing got ragged and a deep groan rumbled through his chest, he panted with a little panic edging his voice, "I will spill, stop...don't stop..." With a roar he stiffened, I felt his hot seed coat my tongue before swallowing it all.
