The Hunter and his Witch.

Erotic Short Fiction

She’s ready, she knows if she takes him now she will have the magic of the Hunters moon and All Hallows Eve and she will have his power, but she’s so hungry. She can feel him near her, calling to her and she craves him. Ceridwen has berated her often for her greedy needs and birched her plenty for it but she doesn’t care and she never learns her lesson. Ceridwen has high plans for her, Rowan has lust for her Hunter. Her lust will always win.

She’s just a few small hours away from their Hunters moon. If she can have him tonight she can take his power and live off him forever. It will be their third calling. The circle will be complete. She wants what she wants and she is taking it, Ceridwen be damned.

He’s watching her from the big house, he knows she can feel his eyes on her, stripping her naked, fucking her in his mind. She knows what he wants, what he craves, he’s exhausted with this dance but he has to slake his desire and he can only do it with her. His need weakens him, he roars as he ignores her call, she must not reach him before the moon rises to its fullest. Just a few short hours and then she will be his to command, her power will be his and he will bind her to him forever. Just a little longer …

Rowanne woke from her dream, shaken and disturbed by the vivid imagery she had seen. She checked her watch, not quite midnight. She thought she had been asleep for hours, it had only been two!
She shook herself and pushed the remnants of the dream away as she slid out of bed and headed for the ancient shower in an annex off her room, she refused to call it an en-suite! This damned place was eating into her mind. Only she would be stupid enough to take a 5 day break in the middle of nowhere in the Welsh mountains on Halloween. She should have known her boss had given her the booby prize, obviously no one else had wanted to come and stay at this god forsaken place. The oppressive silence around the Retreat was really getting to her, it fired her mind with all sorts of fanciful ideas. A shower would wash all the unease away and settle her for the night.

Stepping under the steady stream of hot water she allowed her fingers to stroke and sooth her overheated skin. Rowanne reached behind her and her hand connected to a huge bar of soap, a small giggle escaped her as she wrapped her fingers around its girth, only in a place like this would she find a bar of soap shaped like a phallic symbol, it was huge! Her lips lifted in a sensual smile as she began to work the soap penis into a lather. As she got lost in the sensations she was creating, her imagination began to replay her dream. Images of those two beautiful flame haired wild creatures flashed through her mind, tearing at each other with primal lust, snarling and snapping as the bloodlust and hunger took over and claimed them.

She smoothed the head of the soap over her mound in long slow strokes, it slid between her pussy’s folds and she moaned quietly as she allowed it to slip and slide along her clit back to her aching pussy. She gave in to her own carnal need, this was a huge phallic rod, far be it from her to leave it to go to waste. She slid it inside her and she was instantly reminded just how long it had been since she had had a man between her thighs. She felt for the woman in her dream. She knew that hunger and she knew there was little chance of her satisfying her own needs nevermind the needs of her flame haired Witch. Obviously this was where her dream had come from. She needed to get laid. That’s all this was about. Nothing more than a hot horny dream.

She continued to smooth the penis shaped soap between her thighs, riding the shaft and withdrawing it all the way to the tip before plunging it back inside her and groaning as she squeezed against its huge girth. She allowed her mind to recall the Hunter from her dream. His physique was common to that of his Clan. Flame haired with emerald green eyes that pierced your soul, his rugged features were carved by the elements of his wild country, with the height and breadth of a mountain man, broad shouldered, tapered waist, tight hips, powerful thighs. Strong muscular arms that could wrap themselves around her in a vice and cover her body in bands of solid warm flesh as he drove into her, impaling her with his huge cock, pounding into her, filling every inch of space inside her hot wet pussy. She keened and wailed as she thought about his thick solid flesh piercing her tender softness and stretching it beyond its limits. She imagined the exquisite pain and she groaned loudly, in her mind, her fingers tearing at the skin on his back as he drove deeper and harder with each thrust. His mouth spilling dark words of depraved lust into her ears, filling her mind with images of his cock impaling every hole…

Rowanne screamed as her orgasm ripped through her and dragged her from the insides of her mind. The phallic soap buried deep inside her pussy was gripped tightly by her contracting muscles and she rode it out supporting herself against the tiled walls of the antiquated shower room. Before she had time to recover, the shower curtain was pulled back and the man from inside her own mind stood before her, reaching for her, his powerful naked body filling her senses with his earthy scent. His work worn hands scuffed the tender flesh of her breasts as he squeezed them, he spoke huskily to her in his lilting welsh accent, ‘ye called me from the forest woman with your keening and wailing. I could hear your lustful cry all away over by the north side of the cave. Open yourself up for me.’

Rowanne blinked, fuck … he was real… the soap slid from her body and shattered as it hit the floor of the shower. She opened her mouth to scream but was too late, he covered her mouth with his and swallowed her cries as he stepped inside the shower and lifted her bodily against him, he turned her and pressed her back against the tiles as he gripped her ass hard until her legs lifted and wrapped around his hips. He thrust up once and buried himself inside her so deeply she grunted against his mouth, wanting to scream at his invasion of her most tender of places, not wanting him to stop as he filled her and stretched her beyond her limit as her body responded powerfully to his heat. He held her ass easily with one hand as he withdrew his huge member all the way to the tip and then plunged it back inside her deeper and deeper each time until she was sure he would split her in two.

She tightened her legs around his hips and he broke the kiss and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so he could see the passion in her rich brown eyes, they were pools of dark lust locking with his own primal gaze, his voice when it came was low and raw, loaded with heat and primal lust, ‘Scream for me woman, I am Gyan and you will never forget the feel of me buried inside you. I will take every hole, fill you with my seed, pull you from your dreams and fuck you raw until you are mine.’

Rowanne cried out a guttural wail as he ploughed into her over and over again, she rode his shaft until she exploded in a mass of sensations, her climax was swift and all consuming and she was the consumed, he followed her swiftly, groaning loudly with his own powerful climax, his heat searing her insides until she was on fire for him and her orgasm began building again. He withdrew from her and lifted them both from the shower, he carried her to the bed and dropped them both down on the soft surface. Turning her away from him he lifted her leg and exposed her soaked and swollen pussy to his probing cock and he filled her as he watched them join and then part over and over. His big hand came around to the front and his fingers probed her clit, rubbing it with rough fingers, plucking it, grazing its sensitive surface with his fingernail. Rowanne felt herself pulled under the thick blanket of her desire as her mind released and blanked, her body convulsed hard around his thick pumping shaft and she howled as her orgasm ripped through every layer of her being.

‘Oh yeah, ye will ride me for life after tonight woman, I promise ye.’ His words filled her empty mind with hot searing images of his ownership of her and she whimpered and keened as she rode the waves of her climax. He held himself away from her as he surged and spilled ropes of his thick cream into her and watched as it leaked from her swollen pussy.

She lay panting on her side then rolled to her stomach to raise herself up. He followed her and rose above her, raising her hips to his groin as his fingers parted her cheeks, she bucked as the realisation hit her he meant every hole and he would take it.

‘Gyan… please… not there… you’re too big’ she pleaded with him but he was caught up in his dark lust and swatted her cheeks hard with his hand. ‘I’ll make ye ready Rowan, have some faith in me woman, but ye have to be mine tonight, we cannot wait any longer.’

His words branded her as he pushed a finger inside her tight hole and she bucked hard against the rough intrusion of her virgin ass. As she begged him, he pressed home a second finger, then a third until she was groaning and riding back onto his fingers as he withdrew, her pleading turned to growling and she demanded he fuck her hard until she came screaming.

He rose up behind her and she felt the wide tip of his huge cock probe her opening. He slid into her a little at a time until she grunted and pushed back and he slid his full length inside her. She pushed herself up on all fours and snarled at him ‘Fuck me Gyan!’

He growled low in his throat and began the long hard ride he had promised her, he positioned himself over her, swamping her with his huge body as his thick cock claimed her virgin ass deep and hard and fast until they were locked so tightly together she didn’t know where he ended and she began. He filled her, over and over until her climax broke over her, she felt her whole being become sensation, hot, searing, tearing at her, breaking her mind with its power and she wailed and he growled and boar down on her, biting her shoulder as he claimed his own release. He pumped and thrust and shot his seed deep inside her, she cried out as he continued to throb and pulse and fill her, then fill her again. He roared as the last of his seed escaped his body and burned through hers.

Slowly, finally spent, he withdrew from her and pulled her round to him. He claimed her mouth with his and his tongue probed her deeply. She mewled against his lips, he broke for air and they came up gasping.

Rowanne pushed against his chest hard and he released her, she sat up and moved to the far side of the bed. She pointed an angry shaking finger at him as he lay there smiling a wolf’s smile at her. ‘Who the hell are you and how did you get in here?’ She demanded.

‘You invited me in Rowan, you called to me. I heard you plain as day. We are meant to do this dance on the ‘morrow, as Ceridwen bade, but we know I’m weak willed where your flesh is concerned.’ He grinned at her and his huge hand reached out and snagged her ankle, he tugged once and pulled her back across to him.

She pushed against his chest again, panic rising in her, he sounded like he was quoting her Hunter from her dream! This was madness!

‘No, I’m not her! I’m not your Rowan. I don’t belong here, I’m just…’

His brow furrowed in a heavy frown as he placed a finger over her lips. ‘Hush Rowan, we are one away from me having ye forever. I can’t do this dance forevermore. I need ye with me.’

Rowanne felt fear course through her, she was trapped inside her own nightmare! Willing herself to wake up, she tried to take control of her own dream. Water would wake her up. She played along with him, hoping she was saying the right thing. This was all too surreal! ‘We need to shower and bathe you before we can complete the ritual Gyan.’ She muttered against his mouth as she sucked his lip and nibbled against it.

He roared and lifted her, carrying her back to the shower he blasted them both with hot water. He held her against him and rubbed soap into her hair, her skin, everywhere, as he cleansed both of them. He pushed her down to her knees in front of him and she folded easily. Her head was filled with the scent of lavender and roses and she wondered where it was coming from! Wake up Rowanne, she chanted inside her mind, Wake up! A little voice in the corner of her mind willed itself on her, ‘Just this last time Rowanne, take him once more and then we can wake up.’

Rowanne sighed heavily as she drew his engorged throbbing tip into her mouth and slid him inside her once again.

Her dream Witch Rowan watched from the corner of the shower room in silence. Gyan’s lips curled back in a snarl as Rowanne worked his cock with her mouth, soon she would make him come and he could have his Rowan, he fucked her mouth harder, as his thoughts drove him to reach for his release.

He laughed at his flame haired Witch as she slid from her corner of the room and melted into the woman he held by the hair as he continued to fuck her mouth. He was almost home, he was bringing her a young and nubile body for her to live inside. One more ritual and she could be with her Hunter again. He shot his hot semen down Rowanne’s throat, filling her mouth, gagging her as she swallows each load he delivered to her.

‘Look at me woman…’ he growled low and ragged, and he saw the glittering green eyes of his Rowan gaze back at him, laughing as she lathed his cock with her hot greedy tongue.

The rituals had all been completed and they had their prize.

© Gemma Strong 2020