The Witch & the Mortal

Slowly the Witch moved behind him...his eyes closed...she could feel his body tense in protest as she moved completely away from him...she spoke softly..barely above a whisper.."Did you think, sweet one..that I was through with you yet?"

She moved behind him, his strong hard body still submerged to the chest in the warm waters of the underground pool..she knelt behind him..gently urging him forward..sliding in behind him...she began to caress his body..her hands running through his hair..down his neck...across his shoulders...her soft lips parted, and the incantations began...but this time..she did not allow him to hear them..she wanted only his body to know of the things to come.

She bid his eyes to open and they did...she gave his voice to him fully..allowing him to speak freely as her hands slowly stroked down his arms..his back leaning against her full breasts..her nipples erect from just the touch of his brushing skin hers.

How much more could he take? he wasn't sure, but the more she touched him, the more She teased him, as much as he hated to admit it, the more he liked it. How beautiful She was, the soft sweet smile, eyes blue as the bluest sky. Looking into her eyes, he could hardly find his voice. "I want you, I desire you, so very desperately." He knew he must be almost growling the words at Her, if only he could just take control.

He looked directly at Her, almost glaring, daring her to turn him loose, to release his body. "Release my body, and I will show you my own power, my wicked little witch." He was about to tell her so much more...he went to open his mouth..NOTHING! A low dangerous growl was all he could manage.

She couldn't help but smile, even though his words shot bolts of electricity through her body. She had to silence him, she had no choice. She whispered softly into his ear..."You see sweet one..I will have my way with you...look at yourself darling..you only speak ..because I allow it, you only see, because I have seen fit to bid your eyes to open."

Her voice cooing softly as her hands slid between his arms and his sides..gently stroking the soft flesh there....her hands in the water...her fingers began to make slow swirling motions as they touched his stomach...the water began to turn around his erection..almost as if it were a mouth itself..rising up and down the length of him...warm and soothing...yet she could see him throbbing...the water just below the thick tip that stood out of the water.

Gently taking his ear lobe between her lips...her warm breath sliding over his skin..she kissed his neck..nibbling at the soft flesh. She decided to tease him more...sliding the side of her face over his..she began to whisper.."Look sweet one..water itself grants my requests...it touches you so intimately...caressing you...does it not feel good?"

This could not be happening, the water, the water was...swirling around his raging hard on. He couldn't believe it, he just stared, unable to take his eyes off this..water that was suddenly, but very surely, coming to a life of it's own. The words she spoke, so sure and confident. His mind racing with the thoughts, the wishes, that it was She herself, who surrounded him, riding the length, the thickness that seemed to be growing larger than he ever thought possible.

He could see himself, throbbing inside the Woman..water..whatever this creature was, and it only seemed to make his lust rise even more. If only, he could will himself to move, to turn and grab the warm body behind him."Imagine how it would feel if that were me...straddling you once more...riding up and down the length of you." As she spoke the words, the water seemed to do just what she was describing...the soft chants once more began..and the water rose higher and higher."Mmmmmmmm watch my love."

The water almost seemed to take shape as it rose above him...he could see his erection through the water..she purred softly into his ear."Watch the water darling..watch it take form."..as she spoke the words, the water seemed to take a female form..the nose, cheeks, and lips of a beautiful face, she had perfectly formed, firm breasts, her nipples the color of the deep sea. "Feel her sweet one..feel her body surround you.....it's incredible isn't it? how real she feels, how warm and moist she is inside."

She stroked his chest..feeling his heart slamming...her warm breath in his ear..the Witch began to purr softly..."She likes you sweet one..she loves how thick and hard you are." She could feel his body tense...his eyes trying to focus..the thoughts in his mind..wondering if this was actually happening...or if it was just a thought planted by the Witch's incantation..but she knew his body was taking over...he no longer cared if it was real or not...

The water surrounding him...stroking his thickness made her heart race..moist warmth running to her core...she knew he could feel it..his body positioned between her legs..she slowly began to brush her soft mound into him as the water seemingly slid up and down the length of him...his body screaming for satisfaction..for release that she would not allow him..not yet.

The deep groans coming from his throat exciting her even more as she moved against him..caressing his chest as the Woman of the Water rode him..his breathing becoming heavier and heavier.."I wonder sweet one..how badly you would love to turn around," ..she purred..." I'm right behind you..I know you can feel my heat...my moist core begging for you to come inside..slow and deep."

She could hear his body screaming..but knew that he could not reach release..for she held his body, his mind, his very soul should she choose, captive, he would only receive his ultimate release, inside her herself. Her long nails scraping up and down his chest...making sure she raked just hard enough to redden his skin as she drug them across his nipples.

His skin was so hot, he was almost certain he would cause the water to steam, to boil even. Never in all his years, had he been taken like this, but then again, never before in his life, had he met his match. He would never admit it, he was much to proud, much to masculine to admit that any woman could bring him to this point. However, deep down, he knew without a doubt, that he had never met a woman, not like this one.

A Witch that he had provoked, even after her warnings, which even now, he knew he would never have heeded. The Woman of the Water ran her liquid hands down his chest as she moved back and forth, up and down. Her liquid core becoming warmer and warmer with each movement..soft mists of steam began to come from her perfect, clear blue body.

He wanted to explode, to watch his hot juices gush into her watery core, he didn't know what was happening to him, but he loved it, he felt so alive, more alive than ever before. Surely, this time, the Witch would allow him..some type of release, even though he wanted it to be inside Her, herself, he was afraid he would literally explode if he didn't release the heat that spread through his entire body.

"You see, sweet mortal..you are mine..to do with as I please...pleasure and sweet torture you will find in my arms..I will play with you for as long as I wish..bring you so close to release that you will feel it building, even as she of the water rides you my sweet, you will only feel her around you..but you will not find release." And with a wave of her hand and her soft chant..the water slowly descended, until it was nothing more than the small swirl of water the Witch created it from.

Slowly she slid her body around his...sliding down until she lay next to him...she whispered softly..."Turn to me sweet one." And as he turned towards her..she caught his gaze and held it, and found with ease what she was looking for...lust..pure and simple mind altering lust..she smiled and draped her leg over his waist pulling herself close to him..his throbbing erection sliding between her soft thighs..she loosened her control on his arm slightly, and they instantly went around her waist..pulling her closer...she stopped him just short of crushing her too him, though the thought of feeling her body being crushed against him was exciting.

The water splashed when she released him, he had been straining, and when he felt that slightest give in her control, he took advantage of it, quickly. She felt so soft, so warm pressed so tightly against him. He had wanted to grab her and roll, giving him the advantage of being on top of her, the thought of being between her legs making every inch of him ache.

He groaned when She only allowed him to pull Her to him, but at least it was something, just to have the Witch this close to him, he could feel her skin, smell her hair, she smelled like..God, he couldn't even describe it, he tried to think, of something that would even come close.

She could feel him throbbing against her thighs..and adjusted herself slightly..allowing his thick head to penetrate her moist core..she looked into his eyes and she moaned at the wonderful feeling of him even this slightly inside her...and the fire in his eyes turned into an inferno of heat and wanting...slowly she swayed her hips back and forth in the water..taking just the tip of him in and out of her slowly...torturing him with sweet agony.

She smiled softly and spoke with a whisper.."Tell me sweet mortal..how much you desire me." He wasn't sure if She had allowed him more movement, of if it was the strength of his desire for Her that allowed him to lift his head, and at this point, he didn't care. He only wanted to tell Her one thing, at least for now. He breathed her scent deeply, almost burying his face in her hair. His voice deep and a little horse.

"I desire you, more than the mortals throughout history have desired their most beautiful Goddesses, little Witch." He parted his lips, bending down to her sweet face and just before he covered her mouth with his..he found something, that must be close to the sweet smell of her."And you smell...like Heaven in the spring."

He wasn't sure how he was doing it, but he was moving, but gently, slowly. He realized that through his desire, his animal lust, something else..something ...deeper..started to open inside him. The the animal in him wanted to ravish her, make her see that he was, without a doubt, a very powerful man. However, that little feeling..

..somewhere deep inside..wanted to make love to her, slow and lasting, with long, deep strokes that would make her writhe beneath him..but only in the most gentle way.

Though he loved being possessed by Her, his every move controlled by Her, he realized, that he wanted, above all else, funny as it sounded, to protect Her, even from himself, if need be

She wasn't sure if she had loosened her grip of him on accident, or purposely when his head moved above hers..all she knew was that the feel of his mouth against hers..his tongue sliding slowly between her lips, invading her mouth, gliding along her own tongue, made the slip worth while, accident, or not.

She returned the same passion, the same heated desire that coursed through him when she kissed him back, teasing his tongue with hers..coaxing it further into her mouth. He made her feel alive, every part of her, and then she realized, almost to late, that he was slowly rolling towards her, gently pushing her onto her back

Her eyes flew open, and she took hold of him once more. Slowly she pulled her mouth from his. She had to smile, even though she was a little irritated with herself for allowing such a slip, he was stronger than she thought, which she actually liked.

She pushed back against him, putting him back where he was. She heard his body scream when she removed his tip from inside her, though she couldn't swear to it, she thought she heard her own as well. "Tsk tsk, such a brave move, sweet one." She sat up, laying her hands on his chest, stilling him, silencing him. "What am I going to do with you?" A wicked smile crossed her thoroughly kissed lips, mischief danced in her eyes. "I have a wonderful idea, my sweet lusty mortal."

She stood, the water gliding down her soft body. He could do nothing but look at her, as she bent down, and reached for his hands, his body effortlessly raising from the water to stand in front of her, towering over her. "Come with me, my sweet mortal, I think we need to get you dried." She ran her hand down his chest.

"We wouldn't want you to catch a chill, sweet one,..but then again..I do have a wonderful way to warm you up." He knew that smile by now, but he didn't know whether to worry, or be happy, he decided to just be happy, nothing he could do about it anyway, She wasn't about to release him..he just wondered..what she would do to him next.

To be continued