This is the story of Charlotte, a witch with no other social experiences than with other witches. Those other witches are usually old and not very social themselves, so Charlotte has a lot to learn.
A young and confident witch learns about men and the many possible ways to interact with them that she has missed in her current 30 years. Welcome to this medieval world with fairy courts, castles, witches, evil wizards and warlocks. Things will start to get really kinky as the shape changing fairies enter the scene too.
Do not copy this work or parts of it to other sites than Literotica. Many thanks to Linda62953 to help me to present this story better.
Chapter 1: Housebuilding
Charlotte finally found a proper footpath after days of walking through the mountains. A few times she had to backtrack her steps when she encountered a steep drop or a cliff with an impossible to pass wild water stream underneath it.
She had been reluctant to leave a lot of useful tools at her aunts house, still her backpack was slowing her down more than she liked.
At least this path was clearly from a shepherd moving sheep to and from different mountain meadows. She was sure to find a village this way and that motivated her. There was not much food left in her pack and travel would be slower if she had to find something edible every day.
She could only see forested mountain slopes, but under her the deep cut valley had widened and could soon allow space for people to plough and produce enough food for a village.
In the mountains, the best walkways are higher on the slopes, but those are also often washed away in the spring.
Charlotte's newfound path turned downhill. That meant that the trees would soon totally block her sight. Normally this was a bad move, but her long experience of living in the mountains told her that it was all right. She had a few hours of light to go, and the thought of sleeping inside instead of on the cold rocky ground was promising.
Moving downhill on a muddy path was much different from the stones higher on the mountain. She liked this change a lot and was moving quite a bit faster. In an hours time, she was almost at the bottom of the valley and even saw some grass through the trees below.
Minutes later she had walked out of the trees onto a field of grass blinking against the low shining sun. Finally, she could orient herself again and her sight found a few buildings lower in the valley. That should be Upper Roding, one of the villages in the deeper valleys of the mountains.
On a lower mountain slope, but higher than the village was the local castle. It didn't look imposing from this relatively high viewpoint, but from the village that would be different.
The air in the valley was a lot warmer, than higher in the mountains; still nothing like a summer afternoon. She already liked it. She started to walk further down into the valley.
Somewhat later the stream in this valley turned close to the left slope opposing the one she just scaled. Blank rocks were visible between the trees and a moment later she saw a small lake, and she heard the sound of splashing water. A small brook from the other slope ended in a waterfall splashing invitingly into the lake. Immediately she felt that this would be her favourite spot.
Her Aunt Isabel had always been strict about washing every day. By now Charlotte was used to cold water every morning, but a waterfall was much better than a brook or a tub that first had to be filled. It was a labour she could live easily without.
When talking about washing was the only time Charlotte had heard Isabel mentioning other people than witches. "Many people don't wash themselves for weeks. Not only do they stink, but it is also very bad for their health. No wonder most of them wither away before their sixtieth birthday."
That was quite a statement because Isabel herself was proud of her age, which was twice as high. Her 120 years were more than a regular human could hope to reach, but witches seem to age a lot slower than other people. Charlotte was young with her 30 years but for normal folks that was already a respectable age.
But Isabel had been a thorough tutor and would not let Charlotte into the world unless she had learned all about plants and herbs. Every fungus has its use, and when you learn to differentiate between them there are hundreds of different types. It had taken many years, and many tours through the mountains before Charlotte could earn the title 'witch'.
Charlotte was delighted that her mother Bianca told her to move to Upper Roding as a place to practice her craft. Bianca knew the place from earlier and had even found someone willing to build a house for her near by. Speaking of a house, Charlotte could hear something hammering on wood.
Under the lake, the valley had broadened giving room for a larger meadow. To the upper side of it someone had recently built a house.
A man was sitting on the roof fastening the last small planks that were used as tiles to keep the rain out. It looked like heavy work because he had put down his shirt and Charlotte saw his muscles moving across his bare shoulders. Quickly Charlotte walked to the house hailing the man when she was close.
"Hello, could you possibly be Dan Parker?"
The man turned slowly around to keep his balance. "No sorry, my name is Bryan Wells. Dan is my master carpenter." He had a pleasant face with blonde hair and quite a stubble but no real beard.
At the sound of talking, the door of the house opened and a slightly older man stepped outside smiling brightly. "Welcome Charlotte Cartwright, you have arrived at exactly the right moment. Your house is almost finished and should be water tight when Bryan finishes his job today."
Dan was a big man who should be able to lift wooden beams easily. He had dark hair with a hint of grey streaks through it, together with a short and neatly trimmed beard.
"That would be wonderful. Thank you Dan and Bryan." Charlotte already felt at home here, even before she entered her new home and with two totally unknown men around. She had felt anxious before about living near people other than the few witches she knew, but that feeling had washed away instantly.
"Come in, I'll give you a tour through your new home," said Dan while stepping aside from the door. Charlotte took the invitation head on and strolled inside. Dan was a lot bigger than Charlotte with arms twice the size of hers. She had done physical chores for almost all her life but she felt tiny when walking past the carpenter.
"Just leave your goods in the front room. This is built to leave muddy shoes and wet clothes here." Charlotte saw a small bench where she sat down to unfasten her shoes and was relieved to walk without them. She immediately missed her soft leather sandals she left at Isabel's house. Bare footed, she stood up to step further into her house.
Dan had seen her looking at her feet. "You have thick skin on your feet, you should not fear splinters. There is a woollen carpet made by my wife inside. She wanted to do her part too, it took nearly all winter to create, more time than it took us to build the rest of this house."
Charlotte needed no more encouragement, and she opened the next door and stepped into an almost fully furnished living room. "This is too much Dan, you have gone through great pains to build me this home."
