Harold and the Witch

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Harold had heard a lot about the building in front of him. Many men had entered the house, and supposedly none had come back. The place looked like any other house in his village, the only difference being that he had to march out into the forest to get there. Every step of the way, he swore he could feel eyes on him, and not just those of the wildlife, but those of something supernatural. Although he was scared, Harold knew he didn’t have a choice. Not if he wanted to cure his affliction.

He knocked on the door, which was met with silence. Again, he looked around, seeing the yellow eyes of some creature in the distance. Whatever the creature was, its gaze did not falter, as if it wanted Harold to know he was being watched. The house might have been a mystery, but Harold had a sense that it was the only safe place inside the forest he had foolishly wandered into. As he reached to knock on the door again, only for it to be opened. In front of him was the woman he was here to meet, but she was not the woman he was expecting.

Her round face was pristinely youthful, yet her body flaunted womanly curves. Her black dress displayed ample cleavage of the woman’s sizable breasts. Her skin was pale, contrasting her raven-black hair and jasper eyes. Most would say she’s stunning, and Harold did so with a befuddled look on his face.

“Hello young man.” The woman said.

“H-hey. Are you Gwen?”

“The mad witch herself.”

Gwen let out a cackle, which caused Harold to freeze. The reaction only made Gwen more gleeful.

“Come inside, less you catch a cold.”

“R-right.”

Harold followed Gwen inside, instantly feeling like he had just sat down in front of a fireplace. The room seemed to radiate light, but he could find no source for it. Not that he was complaining. The warmth was a welcome change from the night air he’d spent the last hour or so in.

The room was atypical for a normal house, telling Harold he was in the right place. In the middle of the room was a cauldron, which had logs underneath waiting to be lit. The wall behind it were bottles of all sorts of ingredients that Gwen used to make the sort of cures Harold sought. There were no chairs for guests to sit down, so instead, Harold and Gwen remained standing.

“So, what brings you to my humble abode?”

“I uh… I have a problem.”

Gwen raised an eyebrow. “Well, what is it?”

“It’s… embarrassing if I’m honest.”

“So is hiding it from me, dear boy.”

“Well I uhh… I can’t get erect, if you catch my drift.”

“You look very erect right now, Harold.” Gwen said, observing how rigid the nervous wreck in front of her is.

“H-how did you know my name?”

“I know many things. After all, I have many eyes and ears, dear boy.”

A black cat rubbed against Harold’s leg. The cat looked at him with the same yellow eyes that had been observing him outside. He had no idea how the creature had gotten inside, or how he hadn’t noticed it. The thought unnerved him, which again brought

“Now now Whiskey, leave our quest alone. He has quite the embarrassing problem.”

Harold smiled as the cat strutted to a nearby door, which opened all on its own. He took a deep breath to compose himself before he spoke.

“Sorry Gwen.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’ve been quite amusing so far.”

“Right. So uh… You do understand my problem, right?”

“I do, but we need not do anything drastic yet, dear boy.”

Gwen walked closer to Harold, who said, “Uhh… What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, I think you’re just bored, Harold. You need a little spark in your love life. Something that wife of yours is unable to give you.”

Gwen ran her hand down Harold’s chest. As much as he hated to admit it, feeling the touch of a woman other than his wife’s sent his heart racing. It might have been the wrong thing to do, but it felt all too right. Gwen seemed to be able to read his mind, smiling as her finger drifted lower.

“My my, you spend all day out in the sun, working that field. Does your wife tend to you?”

“Well she makes me-“

Gwen’s hand raced up to grab Harold’s chin, forcing him to look her in the eyes. “Dear boy, you know what I mean.”

“Yes Gwen.”

“That’s Miss Gwen to you.”

“Yes Miss Gwen.”

“Now, does she probably tend to you?”

“N-no Miss Gwen.”

“Do you think that could be the problem?”

“Maybe… Miss Gwen.”

Gwen ran her hand down Harold’s body once more, which had been shaped by rigorous work. “I think I’m already close to a cure, dear boy.”

Harold remained silent, as he hated the fact that Gwen was right. Deep down, he had been lusting for the sort of intimate touch Gwen was giving him. The witch’s hands moved underneath Harold’s pants. She kneaded his flaccid member before leaning forward, her breasts pressing against his chest. He felt her breath on her neck before she kissed his neck. She made sure to suck on his neck, eager to leave a mark as a reminder of their tryst. Until that moment, Harold had never even considered being unfaithful, but now the thought made his heart pound like a war drum. His cock followed, growing stiff and strong in Gwen’s hand.

“I-I think you’ve cured me, Miss Gwen.”

Gwen’s lips parted with his neck. “Let’s have a look.”

With a swift tug, Gwen pulled Harold’s pants down to his ankles. His erection sprang free, standing proud. For a moment, Harold looked down, amazed that he was seemingly cured. That is until that feeling was replaced with guilt. Guilt that he had been so close to betraying his once beloved wife.

“I think I need to go now. Thank you.”

“But we’ve only gotten started. Now that I’ve treated you, I need my payment.”

“P-payment?”

“Oh dear boy, nothing is free in this world.”

Harold knew exactly what Gwen expected of him, so he asked the only question on his mind. “Will this remain between the two of us, Miss Gwen?”

“Only if you keep quiet about it.”

Unable to contain himself, Harold pushed Gwen against the wall and pressed his lips against hers. His tongue drove deep inside her mouth and began wrestling around. As he made out with his new concubine, his surroundings transformed into a bedroom. Before Harold had realised what had happened, Gwen pushed him down onto what felt like the softest mattress ever made.

“That’s better, isn’t it, dear boy?”

“Y-yeah…” Harold said as he sat up.

With a snap of her fingers, Gwen makes her clothes disappear. Harold’s eyes go wide upon seeing Gwen in all her naked glory. Every curve of hers seemed to have been sculpted to arouse a man, from her child-bearing hips to her plump, teardrop breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Delighted in showing off, Gwen turned around, giving him a view of her plump rump.

“Like what you see, dear boy?”

“Y-yes Miss Gwen. You’re incredible.”

“Do you know how many men have seen me naked?”

“No Miss Gwen. Thank you for showing me.”

“Mhmm. You’re very respectful, dear boy.”

Gwen faced Harold once more before crawling onto the bed. She pushed her chest out, brushing her breasts against Harold’s newfound erection. With a devious sparkle in her jasper eyes, Gwen continued forward. Once she was face to face with Harold, she pushed down on him and sat upright.

Without further ado, she slinked down Harold’s hardness. The two gasp in unison, with Harold indulging in the walls of her wetness, which hugged his cock like a long-lost lover. Gwen took a moment to indulge in the filling sensation before she put her hands on Harold’s chest. Now ready, Gwen rocked her hips back and forth, using Harold’s cock to her own ends. Not that he minded. In fact, it felt incredible.

“You like how that feels, dear boy?”

“I-it feels amazing, Miss Gwen.”

Gwen’s smile grew. “That’s it dear boy. Indulge in this carnal delight.”

Like a good boy, Harold did exactly as he was told. He watched as Gwen bounced on his cock. His ears listened to the passionate moans that flowed from her mouth. His eyes were glued to her breasts, which bounced up and down with every motion she made. Soon enough, his hands reached out to squeeze her breasts, which were as soft as he had imagined them to be.

“That’s it, dear boy. Feel my body.”

Deciding that merely touching her wasn’t enough, Harold sat up and pressed his face into her breasts. In response, Gwen cackled with glee before wrapping her arms around his body. She held him tightly as she began to move faster, racing towards climactic bliss. Every motion she made brought her closer and closer to the inevitable until it eventually became all too much for her. Her body spasmed against Harold’s, who held her tightly as she indulged in the magical sensation.

When Gwen calmed down, she leaned into Harold’s ear and whispered, “I think it’s time for you to do some work, dear boy.”

“Of course, Miss Gwen.”

Harold put Gwen on her back before sitting up. As soon as he was ready, Harold got to work. He started slowly to set a steady rhythm. After all, it had been way too long since he had been intimate with a woman. Gwen didn’t seem to mind, purring with pleasure as her lover picked up the pace. Harold watched Gwen’s eyes go wide as he plowed her with ever-increasing vigor.

“That’s it, dear boy. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”

Harold did just as he was told, thrusting with as much vigor as he could muster. His efforts soon made Gwen tremble in anticipation of her second orgasm of the night. Eager to please, Harold maintained the pace and watched as that tremble turned into a full-blown spasm. This time, he joined Gwen in orgasmic bliss, planting his seed deep inside of her.

Now well and truly spent, Harold laid down next to Gwen, who said, “Well done, dear boy… I think you’re truly cured.”

“Yeah… I think so too.”

“You'd better stay the night. After all, you’re in no shape to walk back home.”

“Tell you the truth, I don’t want to leave Miss Gwen.”

Gwen smiled. “That’s what they all say, dear boy.”