More Than Magic

Ok! This one has been very long in the making. It’s based off a Brad Neely video, oddly enough. Please leave comments! I need the criticism to improve. Hope you enjoy!

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I ran like a man possessed through the bog, hopping through the sucking mud as fast as I could manage. The hounds barked relentlessly as they pursued my scent. I prayed the muck and stench of the swamp would hide me until they looked elsewhere.

The barking stayed in the distance as I trekked deeper into the swamp. I only dared to stop when I could hardly hear their tireless howling. I settled behind a half sunken tree and breathed a sigh of relief. I wiped the sweat off my brow, carelessly spreading mud over my forehead in the process.

I looked about my surroundings to consider my next move. Nothing but swamp and sinking trees could be seen at first glance. I had to do a double take at the outline of a hut of logs standing on struts above the swamp. I almost rubbed mud into my eyes in case it was the rumored gas purported to make people see strange things in swamps like these.

It was really there, as if risen from the muck.

Seeing nor hearing any signs of habitance, I trudged through the mud looking for a way up to the door. After circling the building I found a short ladder connected to the platform I had to jump to reach. I pulled myself up onto the crude wooden platform, unsure how someone built such a thing in a swamp, considering the wood appeared identical to the trees towering above.

The windows were shuttered, and no light seeped through the gaps between logs. I looked around one last time before pushing the simple board door open.

It creaked open, revealing nothing but darkness and musty air. I stepped into the room, my eyes accustoming to the low light and recognizing the shapes of vials and decanters on the shelves and tables lining the space. I felt my way forward, looking for a candle or torch to illuminate the strange cabin.

My mud caked boots crunched loudly over the floor as I crossed the room, spotting the stark white of a candlestick. I struck a match and fell to the floor before I saw the wick take flame. My pack cushioned my fall though my head bounced off the floor with a painful thud.

My limbs were paralyzed, my arms stuck by my sides, despite my mind screaming at every muscle to obey and scramble to my feet. Fear torched my senses, I could not control my body.

Then there was laughter.

Cackling, rather. The impish voice filled the room while I lie there, immobile and terrified.

It grew closer, ending in a hiss before a long figure stood above me. It was a woman, despite having skin akin to an unripe olive, clad in a long gray measure of cloth. Her jet black hair hung off her shoulders in ringlets, outlining her face in an oval silhouette.

Her eyes bore down at me menacingly, the smile on her face more predator than personable. I stared at her, trying desperately to shout at her, beg for her to release my body. No words came, only a twitch of my lip.

She recognized the effect of whatever she did to me and laughed at me once more.

“Thought you could get the jump on old Brenda, eh?” she taunted as she stepped over my living corpse.

“You know better now! Now that it’s too late and I’m going to dissolve your bones into -“

She stopped. A look of pity crossed her handsome face, the look of terror on my own breaking her threat.

“Oh, you’re not after me. You’d know Brenda’s a kidder.”

She peeked through the window toward the way I fled.

“Those dogs are after you, then. One runaway to another, I’ll cut you loose.”

She crouched down beside me, her dress riding up a bit to reveal the flesh of her thighs. She caressed my temples for a moment and then carefully let a drop of spit fall onto my forehead.

Besides revolted and confused, I started to feel tingly, starting at my head and working down my body until ceasing at my toes. Slowly control returned to me and I wriggled my arms and legs until I regained familiarity.

The woman watched with a grin on her face from a chair at one of her tables. She encouraged me until I finally pushed myself back onto my feet.

Out of breath, I shouted at her, “Who are you? What did you do to me?”

“I’m Brenda Wise. I presumed you knew and were after that bounty on me.”

She said it as if it was a fun game she played with whoever it was that was indeed after her.

“You have a bounty?” I asked.

“I do,” she smiled. “I’m a witch. How I froze your body. They’ve been after me for decades, though none have returned to the King to report what they’ve discovered of me.”

I blinked at her.

“A witch?” I said dumbly.

She nodded.

“Did you melt their bones into…”

“I did,” she said, in a voice that made me wonder if she was kidding after all. “But you’re in a different sort of trouble. Why are they after you?”

I sighed, loathe to recall the events that led to my arrest and subsequent breakout bahçelievler escort and pursuit by constables.

“I’d rather not go into it, ma’am. But we share guilt in our charges,” I said.

She looked me up and down, finally shrugging.

“So be it, then. I won’t ask for your name, either. You can stay here for now.”

I was hesitant to accept her offer of refuge after what she did to me but I didn’t have anywhere else to go. She watched me look around her home, a multitude of potions, mortars and pestles, cauldrons and cages covering every inch of available surface space. The only thing resembling normalcy was a small bed in the corner.

“Don’t fear. We don’t have to share the bed if you don’t wish to,” she said.

I looked at her and the cackling returned.

I couldn’t help but smile at her, she was cute, despite her strange pigmentation.

“Thank you, Brenda. A floor suits me just fine. I’ll be on my way after things have died down a bit.”

I set my pack down beside her bed and started to retrieve my bed roll. The Witch stood and snapped her fingers, the candle reacting accordingly by becoming brighter. She made a sound of disapproval and pointed to the doorway.

“You won’t be going anywhere without cleaning your mess, I must insist!”

I looked to where she was pointing and saw the scrapes of mud caked in footprints, obviously originating from my boots.

“Oh, of course ma’am. My apologies. Do you have a bucket and a rag?” I asked.

She shook her head and made a pouring motion, the pot she gestured toward filling with water at her command.

My mouth hung open in awe until she passed me a rag. As I got to work cleaning my mess, she began on our dinner, plopping numerous ingredients into a steaming cauldron under her fireplace. Despite her unorthodox ways, a delicious smell filled the cabin, a welcome change from the natural stink of the swamp outside.

Once I finished, I set my boots by the door and lay my sodden coat by my roll, looking forward to bedding down on a nice wooden floor for a change.

I sat against my pack and watched her work. Her hips rocked to and fro a song I could not hear but nonetheless appreciated for allowing her to reveal the generous sway under her command. Her bottom was just as generous, filling her dress out beautifully. I had not realized just how tall she was until she brought me my share of the stew, having to bend down and allowing her breasts to fall against her dress.

I thanked her and dug in, grateful for the first hot meal in days. She took her own sitting cross legged on the bed. I forced myself to avert my eyes from gazing between her thighs, and the delicious stew made it easier.

“Where would the closest town be, Brenda?” I asked amid our meal.

She swallowed and thought.

“Turnley should be an hour north of here. I passed through it before settling here.”

“I had heard they burnt Turnley down years ago to stop the spread of disease. How long ago was that?” I asked.

She looked at me surprised before returning to the stew.

“I have been here for quite a while, it seems, then.”

It was quiet for some time as we ate. I finished and set the bowl aside, returning to glancing about her lair.

“What have you been doing here all these years?” I asked, thinking it prudent to change the subject.

She looked around as well, a sad smile crossing her face.

“Experiments. Mastery of my magic. Being hunted gives you plenty of time to think and introspect, as I’m sure you know.”

I nodded and asked her what kind of experiments she ran.

The smile lost its forlorn edge as it widened her lips.

“Oh, transfiguration, mostly. Turning things into other things,” she said, gathering our bowls and dumping them into a different cauldron. “Frogs into fleece, Moss into metal. Things like that.”

She lay back down onto her bed and placed her arms under her head. I took her example and lie down on my bed roll, placing my hands over my stomach in praise of its filling.

“What’s it like being alone out here?”

It was quiet for a spell until she answered.

“I forget, until I realize it. The magic takes my mind off it most the time, but sometimes I think about what it’d be like to live without it. Live with other people, do what they do. And then I work on a new spell or potion, and I forget again.”

I’m not sure what I expected to hear after asking such a question, but it was not the sad truth she realized.

“How did you become a witch?” I asked, hoping to steer the conversation onto lighter fare.

“Oh, it only takes practice,” she said moving to the edge of her bed to look at me. “Anyone can become a witch, or wizard. Superstition and the King dissuade most from even considering it, of course.”

“I had no idea,” I said, looking into her eyes.

Her eyebrows furrowed and a look of mischief took her.

“What do you think about witches?” she florya escort asked.

“I hadn’t given them much thought before. Been too busy with my relations with the King’s men. You seem alright, besides that paralysis you put me through.”

She giggled like a little girl and I wasn’t sure if I missed the cackling or not.

“I hadn’t used that spell in quite a while. I’m glad I still got it.”

“I apologize for breaking in, Brenda. I needed to get away from the hounds.”

She bat her lashes and waved a hand dismissively.

“You don’t have to apologize. No harm was done aside from my floors,” she said in mock annoyance. “I usually do whatever I like to the hunters before I kill them. But you’re only a fugitive as I.”

“What do you do with them? Torture them?”

She smiled wide but revealed nothing to me.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re completely safe here, I promise I will treat you as nothing other than a guest. Now, get some sleep.”

She snapped twice and the light dimmed until the candle was finally extinguished, leaving us in darkness. The sound of her breathing punctuated the silence.

“Goodnight, Brenda.”

The sweet cackling.

“Goodnight!”

Sleep took me faster than I would have preferred in a strange new place, but I had been running through strange new places for days without sleep. I dreamt of running into the Witch in a city, back when we both could be seen in public. Our shoulders collided as we passed on the narrow sidewalk, gravely upsetting her. I quickly apologized and made to continue on my way but her furious crow pierced the air as I turned my back to her. I whirled around but found the world around me shooting up high above me.

The Witch approached me, her cackling a distorted, haunting version of what came out of her cute mouth, anything but cute in the nightmare. I attempted to shout at her like I had when I was paralyzed, though I could move, I found the only sounds I could produce were squawks and chirps. I had been turned into a chicken!

Her claw-like hands shot out for my neck, her sharp nails piercing my throat without any effort expended in tearing it out. The world turned to darkness and the pain ceased. I was awake.

I rolled onto my feet, ready to pounce on the Witch.

She was still asleep. It was just a nightmare. Her chest rose and fell gently, sound asleep in the early morning. I sighed, realizing I’d been made paranoid by my time a man pursued. I looked over Brenda’s body, realizing how lonely I had been as well. I wondered if she really meant her offer of sharing her bed.

I shook my head. I should show more respect to my savior for harboring me despite the danger she eluded every day she hid in the swamp.

But, I could not ignore she was beautiful, in her own way. Her features were wholly unique, painted by brushstrokes of an artisan god. I found I could not take my eyes off of her when we spoke, always finding something I had not noticed previously, yet never seeing everything she had been blessed with.

My eyes moved down her body, taking in the delicious curves at her waist and the flare of her hips. Her thick legs stretched on forever, covered by sheer black stockings she must have put on in the night. I chastised myself for violating her trust and was about to sit back down against my pack but movement caught my eye. I stared at her thighs, suspicious of what magic she might be using to trick me. I bent closer to try and catch it.

The material at the apex of her thighs rose for a breath and then returned to lay flat. I blinked.

Surely not…

My curiosity won out, I had to know. I lifted the front of her dress up over her legs, revealing inch after inch of pale green skin underneath her tights. I stopped at the top of her thighs, praying for it to be nothing after all.

The dress rose. I held my breath. I pulled it over her stomach, revealing a stiff, albeit relatively small penis sticking straight up underneath her tights. It was very smooth and hairless, as well as her pubic area.

She shifted in her sleep, rolling over to reveal her shapely butt, filling out the stockings. I backed away In disbelief.

Was there an end to what oddities Brenda had in store? Were all witches so incredible? Did they all have cocks?

I slid down the wall, unsure what I should do next. I knew I didn’t mind enough to put my freedom in jeopardy and flee her shelter, but I didn’t know if I could trust her. Yet, I could not deny that I still found her beautiful, especially when she was sleeping so peacefully.

I spent the morning looking at all her different containers and herbs until she woke up. She yelped, realizing her ass was exposed. I hoped she wouldn’t consider the possibility of me seeing her penis. I pretended to continue looking at a bright white plant in a vial while she made herself decent.

“Sorry about that. I must’ve rolled over strange in my sleep,” she said.

“I averted my eyes bayrampaşa escort once I saw green,” I said, turning around to find her much closer than I had anticipated.

She grinned, enjoying the effect she had on me.

“You are dirty, aren’t you. I should have offered you a bath last night,” she said, wiping a finger over the dried mud on my forehead.

I almost backed away at her touch, afraid of what it might bring.

She noticed, though I did my best to act nonchalant.

“What, do you not like baths?” she said, crossing her arms.

I held my arms out before me, saying, “I do, sorry. I’ve just been on the run for too long. Where’s your tub?”

Her expression softened and turned mischievous. A large cauldron slid under me from behind, toppling me into its bowl.

Her cackling filled the room, adorable compared to the nightmare rendition I had endured the night before. She fanned her fingers out before her, using her other hand to mime peeling each finger.

“Brenda! Stop! I’m sorry!” I cried.

She cocked her head to the side as she finished the spell.

“Sorry for what? I’m giving you a bath.”

After she said that my clothes flew off my body, sent into the walls around us leaving me completely nude before her though the cauldron concealed the majority of my body.

She giggled and made the pouring motion above me, materializing steaming hot water in a miniature waterfall into the cauldron. I screamed as the cauldron filled to the brim in hot water.

“Relax! Enjoy the clean water, it’s the only cauldron full for miles in this swamp,” she teased.

I hoisted my upper body over the edge and allowed my lower body to acclimate to the temperature while the Witch laughed. She dipped a finger in and then a rag before using it to wash my face.

“Would you like me to wash you?” she asked playfully.

I was tempted but only took the rag from her and began to wash myself.

“No, thank you, Brenda. I can wash myself.”

Her eyes fell and she seemed to shake herself out of whatever came over her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s been so long since… Don’t mind me, please,” she laughed awkwardly and busied herself writing at her desk while I washed.

I felt a twang of regret if only for her feelings but enjoyed my bath nonetheless.

I told her I was finished, unsure what she was to do with the water. She turned in her chair and snapped her fingers, the water dissipating at her command. I looked around for any sign of the water but she really did seemingly remove it from existence.

I climbed out of the tub and attempted to locate my clothing strewn about the place. Brenda’s look of surprise shifted to amusement, allowing me to prepare for the towel springing onto me from above like a net to take me not entirely by surprise.

My head and torso were all the towel covered, letting my penis swing between my legs uncovered as I stumbled into the wall. Brenda cackled as she ran for me, locking me into a hug and sending our combined mass onto my bedroll.

I lost my breath to the impact and tried to wrestle my arms out from under Brenda’s hold but the towel kept me imprisoned. She let go of me and straddled my waist, just above my groin. I threw the towel aside and tried to crawl away but Brenda held me down, crawling over my body to kiss me.

She pushed her lips hard against mine, working her tongue past my defenses and into my mouth. Her hands ran over my chest as she assaulted me. I could not coordinate an escape with all that was happening and even worse – I was starting to enjoy it. I felt myself giving in, either my desire or her power eroded my will. I fought against her tongue less and less and no longer struggled to get free.

To her audible pleasure, I stopped fighting her and sucked her tongue hard, pressing my lips messily against hers. She groaned into my mouth, relishing my reciprocation of her advance. Her surprisingly floral smell filled my nostrils and clouded my mind, driving me onwards into our kiss and over her body.

Her hands buried themselves in my hair as mine traveled down her back. She started to grind her body into mine in response, pressing her breasts and groin into me. I couldn’t be sure if I could feel her penis but mine was hardening, lodging itself against her ass.

She growled and broke the kiss, turning around to run her hand over my balls and gently up my shaft. My chest began to warm intensely as I watched Brenda working my shaft up and down while she ground into me. The reality of what was happening was beginning to overwhelm me.

I started to lift Brenda off of me but she stood up on her own and laid over me to take the head of my penis into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over the head along her downward plunge, taking me deep into her throat for an excruciating moment before releasing me with a pop.

She looked up at me briefly with a wide smile before returning to her task, licking down the length of my cock to finish at my balls, only to begin again the opposite way. A moan escaped my lips at the sensation, encouraging her to begin sucking again.

She reached between her legs, doing something with her hand I could not see. I knew she had to be pleasuring her own penis. The thought consumed me as she sucked me, drowning out any pleasure I felt until I could stand it no longer.