A promise given

“So we are in agreement?” The witch spoke, having not yet moved from her position on top of Lucan. Her arms were crossed over her chest, revealing a view barely covered by the sheer black dress she wore. Lucan, now sitting up with his arms behind him, tried his best not to look.

“We are agreed. You will come with me to meet my commander and if any trouble should befall you, I am cursed to experience the exact same thing.” The word ‘cursed’ scared him slightly, but the way the witch had explained it to him seemed so logical. In all fairness, Lucan’s head hurt mightily and he was rather glad to have been able to strike a bargain at all. He was certain as well that none wished to harm the woodland witch, one look at her was enough to drain all the fight out of a man. The two of them had shaken on the promise and the witch had said some words in a language Lucan did not understand, still he wasn’t sure if the deal was now done? “Is there anything else before we go? And before we do, might I know your name? I’d rather not call you witch the whole time we’re traveling.”

The witch of the woods seemed to see the sense in that and slightly readjusted her position on Lucan’s lap, sending a pang of excitement surging through his body which the blush on his cheeks barely concealed. “My name is Althaea and there is one more thing…” The smile Althaea wore was a wicked one, though Lucan was too caught up in her name and how nice it sounded… “Lay back down Lucan, we have to seal the deal.” Softly Althaea laid her hands back on his shoulders and began pushing Lucan’s back to the ground.

“How will we do that?” He asked, a little confused.

“Not to worry handsome, I’m sure you’ll enjoy the process…”

As of yet Lucan remained uncertain if what he had experienced had, in fact, been one long dream, what came next had him almost convinced that he must’ve made it all up within his mind. Althaea had crawled closer to him on hands and knees, leant back over him and stared into his eyes. As one of her hands traveled down his chest and stomach, reaching for the growing bulge inside his pants, her lips parted and met with his. A small, soft kiss quickly turned into a passionate one, as Lucan decided to let go of his inhibitions and began running his hands up Althaea’s sides. He grabbed a handful of her red hair and kissed her back, feeling her tongue slip into his mouth as her fingers gripped his cock. A moan slipped out from behind his teeth and a devilish smile grew large on Althaea’s face.

“Looks like someone is excited…” She whispered in his ear, kissing down his neck. Lucan wrapped his large hands around Althaea’s waist, feeling how she fit perfectly in the palms of his hands. Whatever kind of mischievous tricks the witch had planned for him, he did not much care, right now all his mind could focus on was how good she was making him feel. Though as Althaea kept fondling the outside of his pants, planting kisses on his neck and the areas of his chest not covered by his brown tunic, still Lucan felt as though it was all taking far too long. He was, after all, a kind man, but not a patient one. So as the woodland witch moved upwards to kiss his lips again, Lucan sat up straight. With ease he picked the witch up off his lap, pressed her in his arm and turned around. Althaea squealed in surprise, clearly not used to someone taking charge. Softly Lucan placed her on her back and now leaned over her himself. Looming over her his stature cast a shadow on her entire body. Lucan stared at her with lust filled eyes and with one swift motion rid himself of his belt and tunic.

“Take off your dress, please” he grumbled, not forgetting to remain polite. Althaea simply giggled, staring up at Lucan’s barrel chest and the muscles in his large shoulders. She decided not to argue and with a sudden haste began struggling out her knee length dress. Lucan helped it slide over her head and revealed her nakedness beneath the fabric. The sight was glorious. Her breast would’ve been more than a handful to any other man, Lucan could cup them in his palms easily. As he did he felt the softness of her skin and rejoiced in the sounds Althaea made as he felt the curves of her gorgeous body. Lucan leant down, returning the favor and kissing Althaea’s neck. She ran a hand through his hair and pushed his head down lower. Lucan understood quickly what she meant and traveled his lips down to her breasts, taking each into his mouth one by one and teasing her nipples. The way she squirmed at his touch sent pangs of electricity throughout his body, his cock throbbed continuously against the fabric of his pants, as Lucan kept moving lower.

Althaea, still with her hand in his chestnut hair, tried to regain some sense of control and pushed Lucan’s head between her legs. “Taste me Lucan and pledge yourself to me.” Her words were muddled by the silkiness of her thighs, pressed against both his ears as Lucan dove down and began ravaging Althaea’s pussy. A small patch of her hair tickled his nose and the smell of her was out of this world, Lucan seemed drunk on her taste. With smooth, rhythmic motions he began to tongue her pussy, letting her hands lead him in the right direction, as Althaea began moaning in earnest. Lucan moved a hand up to her chest and squeezed one of her breasts, which the witch responded to by gyrating her hips in pleasure. Quickly it seemed as if Althaea was beginning to reach the point of no return, as Lucan kept up his efforts and sucked on her swollen clit with abandon. “P-please don’t s-stop!” She moaned, grinding her hips against his tongue, pulling on his hair, her eyes closed. There was nothing in the known world that could’ve stopped Lucan at that point from continuing, so he kept pleasuring as best he could. It appeared more than enough. As her back curved and her grip on his hair loosened, Althaea’s high-pitched moans ceased for a few seconds, just for them to return louder still, joined by grunts of ecstasy and heavy breathing. Lucan felt her pussy gush and drank her juices as they dripped down his chin. He refused to relent and kept eating Althaea out until she had to beg him for mercy. Mercy he finally gave her, but not before kissing her inner thighs, her stomach, chest, neck and lips once more.

Sweat trickled down Althaea’s forehead, Lucan’s reddish beard was wet with her juices and a big dumb smile was painted on his face. He lay on his side next to her, with Althaea spread out, doing her very best to try and catch her breath once more. “Consider me pledged.” Lucan joked, eliciting a small giggle from the witch. She turned over to him, looking him in the eyes and running her fingers softly along his cheek.

“Almost, handsome. But there’s one final step…”