Fantastic Women And Where To Find Them

He stepped over the great roots of impossibly large trees. The cool mist of the wood was nice on his face, but it was dampening his clothes. Nothing to be worried about he was sure, if the rumors were true then he would be supping with a beautiful woman soon. He was following the stories of a witch residing in a forest the locals called the Bigwood. True to its name the forest was populated with large tall trees.

The townsfolk were scared of the witch, who he had on good authority was a curvy creature with pretty red hair. She didn’t sound all that scary to him, but then again he was a part of that wise class of men called pleasure seekers. They weren’t all exclusively men mind you, but the overwhelming majority were. Men who had seen fit to travel the world in search of women of all shapes and stripes. He still bedded the odd tavern girl here and there, or shared the hay with a farmers daughter, but to him the greatest women were those that seemed wickedly dangerous. Just the other month he had been to the town of Shoreten, where he had a tryst with a mermaid. That was a dangerous encounter, the mermaid drained him dry of his seed and nearly his soul, he was lucky to get out alive, unlike some [poor fools](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10lk80a/mermaid_cove/).

He was hoping to make it to the supposed location of the witch’s hut by the end of the day, but fate had different plans. The sun fell, and soon the moon grew into opaque clarity. It was no matter, he would start a fire, and rest up for the erotic bliss that awaited him.

It was later, when his fire was was heating up some protein rich rations of his, that he heard the eerily beautiful singing of the which. Expert pleasure seeker that he was, he knew this didn’t necessarily mean that the lovely witch was nearby. Still it couldn’t hurt to check.

He strapped up his boots and made for the location of beautiful singing. He tried to be quiet, and stepped lightly. It helped that that the forest floor was damp. He was sure that he was headed in the right direction when he noticed the singing growing louder. When the singing seemed to echo over the entire forest he knew the witch had to be nearby. He was only half right though. There, dancing in the middle of the forest was the witch in astral projected form.

Witches often liked to put up protective wards, which were made by dancing in the perimeters of their domain. That the witch was able to ward her territory through astral projection spoke of her power. She was a pink hued phantom, moving slowly as if through water. Behind her trailed a pink translucent sash.

The pleasure seeker was enamored, by the light show, and by the witch. She had a large, healthy frame, with heavy breasts, and plump thighs. When she raised a leg mid pirouette there could also be seen an inviting entrance into her body, a mound of plump lower lips. They matched the alluring soft pink set on her beautiful face. She was a fertility goddess in human form. She danced her enchanting dance before spying the pleasure seeker.

Witches were often psychic, and so when her eyes locked with the pleasure seeker she smiled. The prospect of his body was not an unpleasant notion. Her warding dance was finished, but she continued to move her body in slow sensual motions. She danced, moving closer and closer to the pleasure seeker, all the while running her hands over her body, displaying the elastic spring of her supple form. When she finished her approach she ran a hand along the pleasure seeker, and smiled. The he could almost feel her caress. The translucent form of the witch stopped her sensual movements to plant a kiss on his lips. He could just barely feel the warm wet kiss when she vanished. he smiled, and returned to his camp, planning to set off at first light.

The next day was much the same as the first, but the mist felt more pleasant, and even the dampness collecting in his clothes seemed oddly refreshing. The trek over troublesome, though not inhospitable terrain, passed quickly too. He was idly imagining his tryst with the witch of Bigwood.

He heard the sound of crashing water before he saw the witch’s hut. It was built near a waterfall, and warm orange light surrounded it, with a trail of bioluminescent mushrooms acting as an outer path. He followed the glowing trail, and knocked on the door.

In person, the witch had moon white skin, and hair the color of blood. She wore a thin black dress that invited one to imagine the puffy pink nipples beneath. She was wickedly beautiful, the way dark magic tended to be.

“You’re dirty.” she said, giving him a smile that dripped with double entendre.

“You’re wicked.” he replied.

“You need a bath.”

“Won’t you join me?” she smiled.

She led him by the hand through her witch’s abode. Her home had nothing out of the ordinary, for a witch. The largest room was dedicated to housing alchemical ingredients, with a dedicated mixing station, complete with cauldron, as well as mortar and pestle. They exited to a pool, filled by the crashing waterfall. She had grown a fence around the area, a thick hedge that bloomed luminescent flowers, they gave off the warm light he had seen outside. She dipped a finger into the pool, and it began to bubble and steam with heat. She winked.

“Get in.”

“Yes, mam!” he said, stripping his clothes and jumping in. When on the road, pleasure seeking or no, one always missed the opulence of a hot bath.

The witch soon joined him, letting her thin black dress drop to her feet, revealing her voluptuous form. She walked into the bath and straddled him, though not taking in his length. She let her heavy breasts rest on his chest.

“You’re covered in dirt.” she said, beginning to scrub him with a foamy sponge.

“I’ve been traveling through the woods for three days. One develops a healthy coat of dirty in that time.”

“Three days in the Bigwood.” she clicked her tongue a few times. “Don’t you know? They say a wicked witch lives in this wood.” She leaned in to whisper into his ear, pressing her heavy bust into him. “They say she defiles men.”

“I was really very hoping she would.” the witch smiled, and reach below the water to grip his stiffening length.

“Oh?” She gave him a firm squeeze before letting go and returning to washing. Her eyes took on a hot pink glow.

“Like what you see?” she was reading his mind, and he made sure to think vile disgusting thoughts.

“I do.” She said, handing him the sponge, and turning her back to him. “I have had a long day as well. Would you care to help me clean up?” he would.

Back still turned, she settled into him, pressing her curvy body into his. He began to gently scrub the witch, appreciating her full figure as he did so. He wondered how much of it was natural, and how much of it was a gift granted to her by dark patrons.

“My breasts are sufficiently clean I think.” she said, turning her head to smile at him. His only reply was to smile as well.

He made sure to wash her thighs, and down her legs. She drifted away from him, presenting her feet to be cleaned.

“You must get awfully lonely out here.” he asked.

“Not overly, much.” when he had finished scrubbing her feet, she brought them to his crotch, where she began to play with his length using only her toes. “I get the occasional magic fearing peasants, searching for remedies to this or that.” she flashed him a smug grin, continuing to stroke him with her foot. “I once had monk visit me, who had come from a male only temple somewhere in a nearby mountain. He was cured of his ailment the moment he saw me, care to take a guess what it was?”

“I’m sure it wasn’t syphilis.”

“Indeed. He had never seen a woman, and came upon seeing me. He had sought me out as a magic healer, hoping to rid himself of some ‘ceaseless swelling in his nethers’.” he laughed.

“No, you can’t be serious. That can’t be real.”

“I am, and it was.” they shared a laugh. The witch never stopped stroking him. Her enthusiasm alone was enough to start bringing him to the edge of orgasm. She increased the speed, she could tell his body was already wanting to release, and when it was about to, she gingerly pressed his cock back with her foot, the pressure was welcome. He let out a small moan, and ejaculated into the warm rushing waters. “So easily satisfied” she said, never letting the smug grin leave her face.

“As you are eager to satisfy.”

“Well aren’t you bold. Who are you any way bold man, watching naked witches in moonlight, coming into their huts to seduce them.”

“Seduce you have I?” now it was his turn to be smug.

She rushed at him, gliding over the water to wrap her arms around him.

“You have. I’m a poor innocent witch being seduced by a stranger.” she cooed, bringing her lips close to his. “You know I didn’t just put up a warding circle to be cute, there are real dangers out there in this wood. You must have had to fight off any number of things to get here, so tell me, who are you?”

“Nathan, of Gravehome, a pleasure seeker. But you knew that already didn’t you? You can read my mind.” she kissed him, parting his lips with her tongue.

“Nathan, of Gravehome. I like it, and yes I knew, but I wanted to hear how you styled yourself. You did so very modestly, Mr. Gravehome.” she kissed him again, this time biting his lower lip. “Modestly indeed for someone who has been to so many corners of the world.”

“I live life in the moment. What’s past is prologue.” This time he kissed her, and let his arms travel downward to hold her by her substantial buttocks. “This moment in particular is quite beautiful.”

“Flatterer, and adventurer.” she squealed.

“And who might I have the pleasure of pleasing tonight?”

“The witch Katarina, a hag of some years. I hope that does not bother you.”

“It does not, and I wouldn’t call you a hag.”

“What would you call me?”

“The goddess of the Bigwood.” she wrapped her legs around him.

“I might just have to drain your cock for all its worth for saying that. I haven’t had a mortal man in decades, and I’m starved for the simple pleasure.” Her eyes took on a hot pink glow once again, and he felt his body reinvigorated.

She stared deeply into his eyes, the swirling pink glow hypnotizing him. His spent length became rigid once more. She rode him without taking him in, sliding her fat puffy lips up and down his length while he stared, almost catatonic, into her eyes.

“Do you desire me?”

“yes”

“More than anything else in your life before?”

“yes…” the movements of her hips became manic, and she continued to tease his cock with her soft, hot entrance.

She let go her hypnotic gaze, and his senses returned to him, only to be stripped away by pleasure once again. She moved her hips up and down on him, faster and faster. His body reacted in kind, growing hotter, more desperate to be inside her. She rode him, teasing him, denying him the true bliss of her body, even as his cock grew increasingly desperate with hot throbbing. He came once more, harder this time. A moan escaping his lips, and a panting witch still riding him.

A mortal man, he grew soft, his body tired. She would not allow it though, and the hot pink glow returned to her eyes.
“we have only just begun.” she said, smiling, almost laughing.

He stared deeply into her hypnotic gaze, and was filled with an overwhelming energy. Reinvigorated his body came back to life, and he felt himself grow hard once more, stiffer this time, and already throbbing to the point of climax. She brought a hand down to his cock, squeezing it while staring deeply into his eyes.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“I do” he whimpered

She fulfilled his wish, and he felt himself spread her open. Her needy hole was hot with wanting, and tight with desire. It wrapped around him, and practically pushed him out with its strong grip, even as she came down on him. They both began to breathe heavily, their passionate love making pushing their bodies to the limit. That’s what it was, love making, the witch’s magic suffusing his mind with dark magics so that he could only think of her.

The water splashed over his shoulders every time she brought herself down on him, and once again he was starting to feel the coalescing of electricity in his nerves. They were spring loaded, waiting to fire. They didn’t have to wait long. She picked up the pace again, panting heavily, her breathe hot with lust, steaming in the cold night air. She was moaning like a lunatic, her body running away with her sanity in the anticipation of orgasm. She held him tight as she came, burying his body in her supple heavy breasts.

He lapped eagerly at her breasts, suckling their plump roundness, moaning as he fired into her. He filled her with his hot cum, feeling the wicked energy of desire leave him as it did. He panted, dropping hot breaths onto her bare chest, staring at her puffy pink nipples. He looked up at her.

“More. I need more.” she was still panting, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Her eyes took on their hypnotic pink glow, and he felt his body come to life once more. He was weary now, and he didn’t know how he managed to stand up with her body still wrapped around his.

He fucked her standing up, somehow finding the strength to hold her in the air, and thrust into her. Looking into her glowing crazed eyes he found greater strength, and began to relentlessly slap his hips into hers.
“Yes…” she moaned. “fuck me.”

Lost in the swirl of her of glowing pink eyes, he fell into the same pit of mad lust.

“I’m going to fill you up.” he said. “I’m going to empty myself into you.”

“Yes! please!” she moaned.

He brought her down on his hips once more, and let his throbbing cock rest inside her, pumping her with his seed, and the witch seemed to become drunk with his cum. Her head rolling back, hanging on his shoulders.

He sat them both down at the waters edge. He lay down on the wide brim of the pool, trying to catch his breath.

“It’s okay.” she said. “Just let me do all the work.”

He met her gaze, and once again his body, though not he, was reinvigorated. It was madness, his body was drained to completion but the witch filled his body with her insatiable lust.

True to her word though, she took him in on her own, and he gave no protest. He lay there, still panting, thanking whatever force in the universe had allowed him to make it here.

The witch straddled him in reverse, rolling her back to fuck him. The sheer ecstasy of it all was too much, and he found that though he lay still, he could never cease his heavy breathing.

“Is this what you had in mind when you came to my hut today mortal?” she said, turning back to look at him, flashing him her mad look of lust.

The pleasure seeker couldn’t speak, the sight of her rolling back left him speechless. She was a beautiful curvaceous creature, with a dimple on the small of her back. He gave in wholly then, resting his hand on her sweet supple ass, as she rode him. He was lost in her body, in the warm embrace of her silken walls. When she came she dropped on him to the base, the strong walls of her pussy gripping him so hard he couldn’t imagine how he managed to still fill her with his cum. He was surprised to find that he still had so much to fill her with, but this time he was officially spent.

The witch too was spent, having cried out in rapturous pleasure for all the wood to hear.

“Thank you mortal, it has been ages since I’ve felt so truly relaxed.”

“You are wicked indeed. It has been ages since I have felt myself this close to death. May the grim reaper take me into her supple bosom.”

“That she might.”

With a wave of her hand they were teleported from the bath, dried and on her simple bed. She held him tightly, and he rested his weary body on her soft figure, breathing in the scent of her body.

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The next day, they rested, the witch taking great care of the weary mortal. The day after next, they fucked themselves over the edge of lunacy once again.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10qywrf/fantastic_women_and_where_to_find_them