(This was inspired from an /r/dirtywritingprompts post by /u/TheWebExplorer)
She was bored, nothing to do, no humans to torment currently. It was dull, she’d left the city for some much needed R&R, witchcraft didn’t necessitate being amongst nature but it helped to recharge the supernatural batteries so to speak. Her eyes fell upon a broom gathering dust in the corner, maybe a ride through the forest could get her out of this funk! Hilda rose up, brushing off her short grey skirt, dust was everywhere in the abandoned cabin she’d ‘appropriated’ for her vacation. Grabbing the broom she swiftly went outside, blinking at the bright sunlight illuminating the dense forest surrounding the cabin. She looked around, chewing on the end of her dark green braid as she wondered how to go about this. She’d never actually USED a broom before, her mother had taught her teleportation charms instead as a child, chiding her for wanting to learn but never explaining why not.
“Okay, it doesn’t sound hard, can’t be casting constantly or anything since you gotta focus on steering and all that..” She muttered, laying her pointed hat on a rock by the door. Straddling her broom like a toy horse and feeling quite foolish for it, the warm wood nestling pleasantly against her pussy, no panties, she hadn’t really thought about it but it felt, right. “This is so weird but…” a deep breath “I’m just gonna go for it!!” Another deep breath and she focused, feeling the magic begin to flow almost instinctually as her eyes began to glow and a incomprehensible incantation flowed from her lips.
Suddenly her broom seemed to come to life, pressing roughly between her legs and lifting her airborne. Quickly she ascended above the treetops, feeling a delicious warmth in her core as the wind and turbulence caused her to rub against the smooth wood. “This is…amazing!” She gasped, breathless and awestruck by the sight of the forest growing small below her as she rode through the air. The small arousal she felt was growing as she pressed herself harder against the wood, her pussy lips spreading and allowing her broom full access to grind against her clitoris. No wonder she hadn’t been allowed to learn to ride she realized, her face burning red. Overcome with pleasure she began to grind hard against the broom, her wetness slickening the wood and easing the friction, her loud moans of ecstasy whipped away by the fierce winds.
Lost in her pleasure Hilda stopped paying attention, one hand leaving her broom to slide up her shirt and toy with her nipples, each growing hard with the chill of wind and arousal. Her orgasm was building when her ride became unstable, bucking back and forth through the rough winds before throwing her off entirely. The sensation of falling and orgasm came at once, a rush of blind pleasure and terror and she plummeted to the earth. She started to cast an incantation to slow her fall but before she could an unseen force stopped her fall and brought her to the ground.
“A lovely gift the winds have brought me, a witch? You look…Delicious” a deep growling voice spoke in her head and outloud all at once, shaking her to the core. “You wanted into the den of an old god my dear, what could possess you to be so careless?” The voice chuckled, sounding aroused or hungry she wasn’t sure but the effect on her was a potent mix of terror and desire.
“I’m sorry!!! I didn’t mean to intrude on powerful one, I got…lost, riding my broom..” Her face bloomed red with embarrassment as he came into view, a tall dark haired man with large curling rams horns, nude save for a loin cloth that did nothing to hide his arousal.
“Oh? I thought I could smell lust, well then maybe you can make up for this trasgression” He smirked and waved a hand, bringing her inches away from him, still frozen and unable to cover herself as his clawed hand rose up and ripped through her shirt like it was tissue, exposing her breasts to the cool evening air, her nipples hard with arousal and pierced with silver bars, tipped with blue gems. “So lovely, yes I think you’ll do much better as a toy than a meal” He laughed and released his hold, causing her to fall to her knees on the soft mossy forest floor.
“I-I would not make a very good…” she gulped, trying to fight the urge to run, it would just make things infinitely worse. “T-toy sire, sir, lord god” She stumbled over her words, unsure of how to address a god of the forest.
“I’ll be the judge of that my lovely..” He chuckled and grabbed her chin, forcing her green eyes to meet with his own, cold black and empty like the void of space. “You will submit to me, willing or not I do not care” The cold confidence of his voice leaving no room for argument. She trembled as he removed his loin cloth, revealing a cock larger than she had ever seen before, thick and throbbing with arousal. Awestruck, she reached up to touch it but was brushed away.
“No, your mouth” He instructed bruskly, and she felt his hand slide to the back of her head, fingers weaving tightly through her half undone braid, pulling her closer until her lips brushed the head of his cock. Tears welled in her eyes as she opened her mouth, tasting his flesh and was shocked to find she enjoyed the taste. She took him into her mouth as far as she could, gagging softly as he hit the back of her throat but hardly having taken it all in.
“Gooooood, good!” He groaned in pleasure, thrusting his hips and forcing himself farther down Hilda’s throat until she could no longer breathe, tears streaming down her face. All throughout the rough treatment she could feel her arousal growing, could she be truly be enjoying this or was it some strange magic of the gods? As her desire grew she began to suck his cock lustily, no longer needing him to guide her motions though his grip never loosened. After what felt like a delicious century he grabbed her head with both hands and forced himself down her throat until her lips touched his pelvis, pumping her full of his cum and with it an ancient magic that brought her to the edge of orgasm and eager to serve him.
“See now, you did well my pet” He chuckled breathlessly as he looked down upon what would be his newest priestess, none ever left after a taste of what pleasures he could bestow. Hilda swallowed his cum eagerly, not spilling a drop of his seed.
“Yes my Lord, thank you for your blessing” She bowed reverently as he released her from his grip, her hair brushing the forest floor, all thoughts of home lost, she only wished to serve her God.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c85zwm/boredom_mf_oral_noncon
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