Wake up

After a while, whether after a few minutes or infnite aeons I couldn´t quite decide yet, the world, or at least something like it, curdled and coagulated back into something solid. Though my ears were still ringing and the very edges of my vision were still a throbbing blur of colours and shapes, I seemed to have recovered my senses. I was lying spread-eagled on my back. I closed my eyes again, trying to recollect the last scattered fragments of my mind. I sighed, feeling something sliding slowly up and down my cock. Not aggressively or particularly forcefully, just up and down, up and down my shaft, squeezing it gently. Wait a minute...

I darted up, or at least tried to, for my hands and feet were firmly bound. I realized that I had been tied to the large dinner-table. The surface underneath was rough and hard, despite being covered my some sort of cloth. The sensation of the surface against my skin told me that I was completely naked.

Looking down, I saw Solmina, sitting on the edge of the table. She too was naked, except for the talismans around her neck. One hand was stroking my cock, occasionally stopping at the base to play with my balls or to run her fingers through my pubes, the other hand absentmindedly toying with a lock of her hair.

For a moment I was stunned by just how unexpectedly beautiful she was. In the candlelight her skin glowed like ivory, its pallor stark against the dark red of her long, flowing hair. Her body, now unobscured by layers of cloth and fur was slender and graceful. Her breasts were small and pert with puffy rose-petal pink nipples. Though she was very skinny, her hips were wide and curvy, her buttocks and thighs deliciously soft and smooth. In the dim light of the cabin, she appeared as a creature of light and shadow, dark hair, dark eyes and the dark triangle of pubic hair contrasted against the milky glow of her flawless skin. She noticed my movement and turned to look down at me with her deep, indigo eyes. A faint, wry smile played across her lips.

"Oh hey, you´re back." she said matter-of-factly, hand still fondling my nuts "Just in time. I was worried I´d dosed you too high. That stuff´s powerful on an empty stomach... Well, the circle´s done, candles are lit, I prepared the herbs and the wax figure so we´re about ready to get started."

"Started? With what? Why am I tied down and why did you poison me?!" I demanded to know.

"I didn´t poison you." Solmina answered, "I **** you."

"That´s not better!" I returned, voice embarassingly squeaky with mounting panic. "Anyway, what do you mean we can get started?! And what are you planning on doing with my penis?!"

"Oh, don´t worry about it, I´m not going to chop it off or anything. Just wait and see." Solmina reached out and grabbed a large bottle made of crude green glass. "I´m doing a spell, a ritual. There´s something weird going on with the forest and I want to know what it is. And for that I just need -" she continued, struggling to pull out the stopper, "- I just need some male spiritual essence. Good, thick stuff, preferably from someone who knows magic."

She uncorked the bottle and let a generous stream of oil pour out onto the palm of her hand. The room was filled with a pleasant piney fragrance. Rubbing her hands together, she moved in closer, turning her attention to my straining prick, standing straight up, pointing at the ceiling like a nine-inch, veiny totem-pole. She slathered the oil over my shaft and balls until they glistened wetly in the candlelight. The oil was warm and I could feel a tingling, aching heat spread through my lower body. Wrapping her hands around my shaft, she began to work its throbbing length.

Her hands were skillful, gliding up and down the slippery pole, alternating speed and grip. "I could´ve gotten it from the lads down in the valley I s´pose..." she continued placidly, "but I´d need about a bucketful of their watery stuff and there´s no way it´d keep its magical charge long enough to bring it back up here... Anyway, the women would complain again. That bloody priest already wants to have me set on fire..."

Her hands slid around the thick shaft, gently twisting it between her soft palms. She stroked my balls, massaging them, smiling with satisfaction at how full and plump they were and how heavy they weighed in her hands. Humming a little tune, she used both her hands to rub across the glans, working the most sensitive part of my cock. At this almost painfully intense sensation of her slippery palms squeezing around my cockhead, I couldn´t help but gasp and my hips bucked upwards, moving by themselves to try and fuck the warm, wet pussy of this strange witch-maiden´s oil-slick hands.

"Hmhm, feels good, does it?" Solmina giggled, taking her hands off my straining cock. I moaned helplessly, precum bubbling out of my piss-slit in hot tears of frustration as my balls twitched and contracted, **** but unable to unload. "But we can´t have you cumming ju~ust yet. I need you to shoot out a nice big, juicy batch, so you´ll have to wait until your balls are at max pressure..."

The sensation was incredible. This backwater burrow-witch was as skillful with her hands as any of the fabled masseuse-priestesses of the distant Spice-Isles. Each time I felt myself about to cum, she slowed her tempo, milking my prick for precum, while leaving the main course to brew and boil in my frustrated testicles. Her face was close enough to my prick that I could just faintly feel her breath caressing my balls. Her expression was still one of deadpan concentration, but there was a telltale blush to her cheeks and intensity to her blue eyes.

Clearing my still somewhat addled mind, I assessed the situation. This witch had trapped me and was seeking to extract my semen for some nefarious ritual of, no doubt unsafe, wild magic. Spells involving rituals requiring an offering of physicalized magical essence are powerful and dangerous to all involved if performed incorrectly. Wonderful as the sensation of her hands sliding up and down my veiny rod, milking and squeezing it between her hot little palms, may be, I couldn´t well just let her do this to me - ME, an established Mage of the Citadel of Thracis!

I had to do something...