Witch Stories – part 8
Posted by admin on Aug 20th, 2010 in Erotic Serial Stories, Witch Stories | 3 commentsMiles wanted to do something especially nice for Rowena’s big day. He had made several trips throughout the country searching for the perfect gift. He entered the courtyard of a temple where there were several robust and randy young men aligned for viewing. The auction was to take place within the hour and one was expected to examine the merchandise prior to purchasing. He walked among the skews of the ungifted slaves and drew up close to a tall, well-muscled man with golden skin and hair. His eyes were dark and contrasted uniquely with his fair hair. He raised the man’s skirts to ensure his endowment was strong and well built. His heart raced in excitement as he thought that this one would be the supreme gift for his Rowena.
During the auction he bid his lots and won the golden boy by a high estimate for he was well appreciated among the bidders. He packed up his belongings with his new gift and made his way back to his homeland where Rowena waited eagerly for her present. They covered the distance within the week and were upon the castle grounds. As they entered the palace, Miles gave a pretty and petite servant girl orders. The Gift was to be immediately bathed, all his body hair removed and oiled in the finest of essences before being presented to the Royal Lady.
The servant girl walked The Gift to the cleaning pool and began to remove his clothing. His chest was broad and rippled with the strength of hardened muscles. She quickly removed her tunic and stepped into the clear water with him to begin his ablutions. Her hands, soaped and lathered, scrubbed every inch of his flesh. After, she continued to complete the orders of his shaving. The only hair that remained was his glorious, golden mane and aristocratic eyebrows. The Gift found his dick hard and eagerly pressing against the servant girl’s abdomen.
“We must be rid of this. The Royal Lady can’t have you spilling too quickly,” she reprimanded him as she pulled him from the bath and led him to a chaise lounge beside the cleaning waters. She then poured various oils into her hands and stroked them into his skin. She worked the oil down over his powerful back and between the cheeks of his ass. He stifled a groan as she delicately entered the tight sheath, expanding it and coating the hole in scented lubrications.
“Roll over, Gift,” she commanded and he rolled over to lie on his back on the velvet chaise. His cock stood strong, long, promising and magnificent in its full erection. She poured more of the silky oil into her hands and proceeded to message it into his chest, down his arms and legs, making his skin glow in the candlelight.
“Now, let’s take care of this problem,” she said breathlessly as she began to stroke his cock with her well lubricated hands. She lowered her mouth between his legs and began to feast upon his clean shaven balls as her velvety palms twisted, pulled and tormented his throbbing dick. The Gift began to thrust his hips in a frenzied rhythm. Her mouth sucked and fondled as her hands stroked and pulled. His cock was tightening, reaching out and she continued to pump it mercilessly. Removing her mouth from his balls, she rose up to whisper, “Cum for me. Oh, yes, there you are,” and with that she lowered her lips to finish his secretion. She took him deep in her throat, using her hands on his waist to drive him deeper and faster. He cried out as his seed filled her mouth and he watched as she drank in all that he had given her.
She rose from between his legs as she licked her lips and instructed him, “Rest now. They will call upon you soon and you will need all of your strength. The Royal Lady is a much demanding lover and hard to please.” The Gift quickly fell to sleep on the plush chaise.
He awoke to the soft murmurings of a gentle voice, “It is time. You must awaken now.” He rose refreshed and well rested. The servant girl stood before him with a basin and brush. She brushed his teeth, oiled down his skin again, and detangled his long golden tresses.
“They await you. Please hurry,” she urged him and led him into the Master’s Chambers. When he entered the Master was standing with his hands covering the Royal Lady’s eyes. Once The Gift stood directly before the Royal Lady, he removed his hands. The woman that stood before him was breathtakingly beautiful. She wore a see-thru gown that shimmered in an iridescent material. She had full, creamy breasts and her legs stretched down long and lean beneath her. The Gift grew eager for her approval. Her eyes widened as she looked to the Master, “Oh Master, he is beautiful.”
“This is The Gift and I hope he brings you much pleasure.” She strode gracefully toward him and touched him curiously.
“He is well muscled and endowed,” she breathed in awe. The Master threw back his head and laughed.
“Oh Master, you picked the best ever. Come with me Pet,” she said to The Gift as she took his hand and led him to a large round bed.
“Will you be joining us Master?” she asked Miles. The Master shook his head and spoke authoritatively to The Gift.
“Remove her gown and stroke her breasts.”
The Gift raised the hem of her gown above her head, removed it and let it float to the floor. He stared at the beautiful twin mounds laid out before him like a banquet. He began softly, shyly grazing his fingertips across her tightened nipples. She arched her back to allow him better access.
“Don’t be afraid, Gift. You’ll know what to do.” Miles smiled as he watched Rowena’s skin grow flush. He found a chair in the corner and sat down to enjoy the show.
The Gift heard the Master’s voice and found some comfort. The beautiful woman was intimidating, but he wanted to please them both. His confidence rose and his hands became stronger. He started at her shoulders and slowly propelled his palms over her skin. He paused when he reached her breasts and massaged them gently. He continued, caressing her soft belly and curvy hips. Rowena’s eyes were closed and her face was reflecting the firelight in the room. Her skin was glowing like gold and The Gift could feel his cock grow even harder as he touched her.
Her hips lead into her endlessly long legs. They were sleek and muscular from horseback riding and he ran his palms down their entire length in open appreciation. When he grasped her delicate feet her eyes slowly opened and she stared at him with a smoky gaze. Her legs opened and her eyes told him what to do.
Starting at her arch, he ran his touch along the inner part of her leg, all the way up past her knee and to the apex at her thighs. Her breath released in a sigh and Miles adjusted himself in the chair as he felt his own erection beginning to strain against his pants. The Gift was arousing her shamelessly and Miles was pleased.
The Gift rapidly flicked his tongue over her already engorged clit and lost himself in the sounds that came from her full, parted lips. He breathed in her heady scent and buried his face deeper. Her hips were pressing against his mouth and he could feel her grasp his head firmly as she entangled her hands in his hair to urge him on. With eagerness, he lapped at her inflamed nub and then plunged his tongue into her fragrant, moist folds. He could taste her and felt her becoming wetter with each stroke of his tongue.
“I want you,” she demanded and pushed him up. Before he could think, she got onto her hands and knees, facing Miles in the corner, and presented herself to her Gift. She was wet and yawning for his entrance and he complied. He pounded into her moist sheath and found her deliciously warm and tight. Across from her Miles had his cock in his hand and was stroking himself slowly, enjoying watching her pussy being fucked. Rowena locked eyes with The Master as they observed each other’s pleasure.
The Gift was caught off-guard by her hot tunnel. She felt so good and he didn’t want to spill too soon. He knew if he pleased her he would be allowed to stay as her slave. He took a deep breath and kept his thrusts slow and deliberate. She kept her eyes on Miles but rocked her hips demandingly to quicken his pace.
“Faster,” she ordered over her shoulder. He gritted his teeth and rammed his length into her.
“Oh yes, that’s it!” Her body wiggled and her breath came fast and hard. He was slamming into her ass and the rhythm their bodies made brought The Gift higher in his voracity. His hands were on her hips but he found himself wanting to touch her more.
“May the Gift have permission to touch you, my lady?” His hands itched to feel the weight of her breast in his palm.
“Yes!” she cried in her ecstasy. “Grab my tits! Now!”
The Gift readily obeyed. They were soft but heavy and he gratefully massaged and played with them as he continued his onslaught. Miles watched the Gift leaning over Rowena’s body. She was bucking under him but never broke eye contact. He continued to stroke himself absentmindedly but could feel the pressure inside building to the point of no return. He stood up, walked to the bed and stood in front of Rowena. She looked up at him and used one hand to pull the ties at the front. She released the engorged length and, without hesitation, swallowed all she could.
Miles pumped her face as the Gift pumped her pussy. Rowena moaned and quivered with the feeling of those two massive organs inside her. Her orgasm was building quickly and she increased her movements in her eagerness for them to come together. The Gift watched his Master’s cock moving in and out of his mistress’s mouth and felt his own surge. He wasn’t going to be able to hold on any longer.
“Does my lady’s Gift have permission to spill inside her?” The Gift’s voice was gentle yet pleading. The Master was also close and so he answered for her.
“You have permission. We need to fill your Mistress… Now!” Miles came hard. The Gift began to jerk and moan as his orgasm slowly took control. Rowena could feel her Gift pulsating within her and Miles was jetting stream after stream to the back of her throat. She gathered a mouthful of his cum and let some slide erotically from the side of her mouth. With one last twitch Miles pulled out of her mouth so she could swallow. He loved to watch her face as it slid down her throat. He knew she would be quick to follow after she finally emptied her mouth of his essence. He watched her carefully.
“I want you to cum on your gift, Rowena.” He knelt down so they were face to face and mashed his mouth to hers.
“Yes, Master.” She jammed her tongue into his mouth and exploded. A cry rang out deep from within her chest and she pressed back on her Gift. Miles was kissing her and there were hands everywhere.
The Gift was grimacing, trying to maintain his hard-on for his Mistress. Her sweet cunt was pulling and milking him and he could feel her juices mixing with his. He felt proud that he had pleased his owners and gently pulled out of her when the Master motioned to him. Her satiated body slowly fell to the bed and she rolled onto her back.
“Thank you, Miles. Gift, you may go now. The servant girl should be waiting for you and she’ll take you to your quarters.” The Gift got off the bed and walked to the door on shaky legs. The servant girl was in the hallway and led him to his new home.
Inside the room Miles was removing the rest of his clothes. He had gotten some of what he wanted but Rowena’s naked body was driving him crazy. He crawled into bed to continue celebrating Rowena’s big day.
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oooo Delicious! Now I wish I’d read the other ones first! Will have to go back and do that now!
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