HAPPY HEXENACHT WITCHES

A special little story for all of you on this special night! May your flight be stead and your demons be super into cuddling. See in you in the skies! 

CONTAINS :
Exophilia/Teratophilia
Drug use/Alcohol
Dub-con
Flogging
Oral
Fingering
Pegging

There was a dire scent on the wind. Something that made the hairs on her arm stand attention. The advent of spring well past, but there was a delicate chill in the air that ruffled her clothing. It carried a soft cackling through the field, as subtle as a mouse's footsteps. She looked up into the thick blanket of gray clouds that hung over head, illuminated by the full moon that hid behind them.

Taking one last look around to make sure there was no one snooping about, she pulled the bobby pins and hair bands from her head. Her hair fell around her neck in long frizzy curls, the smell of the dry shampoo lingering. She kicked off her work flats and began to slither from her clothing like a snake leaving its own skin behind. She popped her bra loose undoing the clasp and letting it fall off her shoulders. Her fingers touch the discolored indentations under the fat of her chest reminding her of where the wire had pushed in all day long. She pulled down her underwear over the pouch of her belly letting it come off her hips and kicking it over to where the rest of her clothing lay. The cool breeze felt good on her bare skin and she opened her arms for a moment to embrace it.

The cackling was starting to grow.

She took the stang from the ground and caressed it fondly, feeling the places where she had drawn the old runes into the wood. She hunted among her old leather bag until she found the small plastic bottle that had once held conditioner. She popped it open and a rich musky scent snapped into the air. The oil pooled up in her hands and she began to stroke the wooden stang fondly, paying careful attention to every last nook and cranny ensuring that the oil was thoroughly soaked. She could already feel the instrument warming in her touch. She clasped the prongs between her fingers, whispering the old words.The stang begin to hum softly and she smiled, praising it. 

Shadows begin to fly overhead, leaving paths in the grass as if an animal was skittering about in the night. A wild, shrieking laughter followed them and she straddled the instrument closing her eyes and lifting her feet off the ground.

Over the hedge and rising swiftly through the trees she joined them in flight. Women holding their branches, their brooms, their stangs and even their old garden hoes. Women young and free, their faces still new and fresh with plump cheeks and bright eyes. Women aged and wrinkled, yet unbound and unfettered by maladies and the march of time. A few men dotted the throng as they rose through the thick overcast sky and into the clear, crisp night. In the far-off distance there was a mountain range that could just be seen by the naked eye. That was their destination, and already they were beginning to see fires along its craggy face.

As they neared the mountain, she saw figures made of shadow and shades darting in among them. Their eyes has no soul to them, but their smiles were alive with laughter and mischief. The more experienced among them waved back and lift at their hands invitingly. Some of the younger ones, first timers or perhaps only on their second slight for far more nervous. She remembered the first time she joined in the festivities. That nervousness would not last long.

Began their descent towards the bonfires, she watched the shapes become form and the form become flesh as willed by the raw power that hung in the air. Others had already gathered. Among the flickering fire she could see the faces of old gods whose names had long been given up from the prayers of humanity. The folk had come as well, and there were times she had to admit she could not distinguish them from the demons who had risen to play tonight. In the mix of things that hardly mattered. She'd have both and in many ways they were not dissimilar from one another.

The moment her feet touched the ground a cup was pressed to her hand. She gulped down the contents without reservation and felt the honey sweet taste run down her throat filling her with courage and strength. Suddenly the night was bright and she could see who all had come. She laughed and her voice was full of pride. The hand took her own and she was swept into the dance. 

One by one they touched down and one by one they were given partners who tossed them back and forth around the fire. A touch meant nothing but a kiss was an invitation to something more. She had but to return it to be pulled away from the group and find what she had sought. But in the cacophony of drums and panpipes she longed only to fling her body about with a frenzied passion. Not yet her insides told her. Not until the heat had begun to scald. It was best to hold off until she found a partner that would suit her.

They always chose strange faces when they took flesh. She marveled at the eyes as green as an emerald and the tongues forked like a serpent. She ran her fingers over cheeks covered in dense silk and fur and horns that brushed up against the back of her neck with rough texture. Fingers explored the curve of her waistline and the dip of her belly towards her hips but never further. Never until she permitted it. There were old rules to this and no one would dare ignore them. 

It's strange dance she could see others finding a partner for the night. The banker's wife smiled up at a shaggy faced romantic who kissed the inside of her arms and touched her drooping breasts with soft fondness. She kissed its chin and it lifted her up, settling her down onto a thick and twisted prick. The woman gasped with delight and go around herself onto it, uncaring that they were seen by dozens. A young man was pulled into the embrace of a creature whose skin glittered like fish scales and his mouth open to reveal row after row of pointed teeth. A woman whose belly was swollen in pregnancy embrace not one not two but three suitors with a kiss and laughed as they fell on her with ravenous delight. The smell of fire and sex clouded judgement. The taste of wine dulled dignity. And yet power flowed through them all.

The touch of claws dug into her hips and she looked down to see the points of them pressing against her flesh. 

"Such a discerning witch." Said a smooth voice in her ears. "Will you not indulge with us tonight?"

"I will when I find someone worthy of my time and attention." She responded, head held high. "But you may dance with me, for now." 

"Who could ask for more?" He took her and turned her, letting her see him with clarity. His lips were firm and his teeth were even, but his eyes glowed like hellfire, and his hair was thick as pitch. 

They began to spin about the circle. He danced with such grace that the sharp point of his cloven hooves did not leave tracks in the dirt. As the music thudded about them, his voice was clear as a bell. He spoke to her of promises and bargains. He spoke to her of old deals and how well he had kept them. She found it charming how impressed he was with himself. She found it amusing how impressed he expected her to be. She found his hands to be gentle and his smile to be clever.

She smiled. Oh yes. He would do nicely. She kissed him till his whiskers ticked her throat, and tugged at his arms, leading him off into the woods. 

"Where to now? Will you not lie with me for all to see?" His cocked head was full of interest, but he let her guide him away from the bonfire. Over fallen logs and through brush,he followed her, till they came to a clearing where they could be along. "Many a witch would be proud for a pledge such as mine."

"And many a witch has, I'll bet." She turned and pushed him to the tree. Her body caressed along his and she pushed her fingers down his thighs. Her kisses held him till her hands could search through the fur of his body to find what she was after. "But you'll find me a bit more difficult to please."

"They all say such things." The deep growl of his voice made her heart beat faster. "Then they meet me." But he did not resist her touch. He pushed his hips up into the palm of her hands and chromed softly. His clawed fists were the size of our entire head and yet he touched her hair and brushed it back with gentle strokes.

The thought of a challenge only heightened her resolution. Demon. Daemon. Denizen. Fiend. Imp. Call them what you wish. She had come here with a goal in mind, and she refused to be intimidated out of it. She stroked him patiently, one hand stoking the barrel while the other wound a finger around the slit. She took great pleasure out of watching his muscles tense at her work. 

"You came here for a fetch, did you not?" He groaned out, the glow of his eyes flaring. "Pledge to me and I will let you play with this whenever you wish."

"Let me think about it." She entreated, laughing to herself. Oh it was a very fine prick! Stiff and knotted, and the balls hung fat in her hands. But she had bigger plans in mind. She fondled his sac and knelt down, licking along the head with well planned flicks of her tongue. Even with her plan clearly in mind, she couldn't help but appreciate the ridges bumping up along the underside. Creatures like this chose their form, and clearly he had done so with the pleasure of his partner in mind.

A hot pant came from above. His hips flexed, but she did not let him thrust into her mouth. "Pledge to me!" He growled stiffly. "And I will give my push to you, letting my power increase your own."

"How generous." She said trying not to let her smile show through or her voice become too condescending. "But I'm still thinking. You ought to know better than to rush a witch." His teeth bared. Not an anger but rather in the frustration of being denied what he wanted. Still, no pledge to be extracted by force. She had to come to him willingly or not at all. Old rules and all that.

She collected his prick in her lips. He tasted of salt and sweat and heat. But she worked him over and her jaw or fingers snaked back between his thighs and found the whorled pucked surrounded by dense fur. She caressed it slowly, eyeing him for resistance before pushing a finger within.

The bleat of surprise echoed, but he did not cry to halt her! He opened his mouth, breathing hot and heavy as his need began to drip onto her tongue. "You tricky devil!"

"Should I take that as a compliment?"

"Why not? I meant it to be one!" He laughed, claws gouging out chunks of bark as he fought to restrain himself. "Pledge, witch. Pledge to me! We will make for such a pairing as to set hearts afire."

“I don’t need hearts to keep me happy. I already have one of my very own.” She cooed, working the finger in deep. He was soft inside, and she enjoyed watching this powerful creature whimper at her behest. Her tongue slipped along his shaft eagerly, and she pushed herself to focus on her end goals. He was quickly becoming eager, and that would lead to him becoming irrational. She only needed to be patient. 

“If you came for no purpose but to flirt and fuck, I am happy to oblige! But I’d ask you to tell me now!”

“Oh no. I came for a pledge.” She leaned back, lapping at the precum he’d left on her. “But I will have it by my will and no other.”

The demon stared at her before he began to chuckle deep in his gut. “Sweet witch. Silly witch. That is not how this works.”

“It is for me.” She snuck her hand under the brush where she had squirreled away something for just such an occasion. She drew it forth, and some small, capricious part of her relished the look on his face. “Do you like it?” She brushed her fingers through the bound rods, admiring how neat they looked. “I made it especially for this.”

“Who taught you, witch?” He asked, eyes not moving from the birch rods. 

“Does that really matter? What matters is that I have come for a pledge. And I mean to have one from you.” She stood and touched his belly with the rods, gliding them up over him till they left pink marks across his exposed skin. “But I call myself a fair woman. A bargain perhaps?”

His pride was more pricked than he was, for he looked at her with dissatisfaction. “Name your terms.”

“I may use my tools on you tonight. If I may make you spill before the sun rises, you will pledge to me, and bind yourself to my will as I see fit, and owe allegiance to no witch nor devil but me.” She could see his cock twitching with anticipation of her promised sex, and though it was the strange thing born of a deon’s perversion, she was confident in her ability to master it’s owner.

“And should I make you quiver with lust’s sweet fulfillment? If I should make you cry out?”

“Then I will fulfill the bargain dictated by tradition. I will pledge my soul to you when my earthly time passes, and serve you in Hell as you have served me in life.” She could not enter into this without making the deal a fair one. Otherwise he would see no advantage to agreeing. “If these terms do not suit you…”

“And leave with everyone knowing I could not make a witch bow and cry out for pleasure?” His hiss was like a goose protecting it’s clutch. “I agree to your terms. I give you credit for being such a daring thing. When I win, I promise to treat you sweetly, my dear lady.”

“Turn for me.” She said, not rising to the bait. Her hands shook, but she could not let him see. She had to project the confidence she did not feel, or it would only bolster his ego. A dark laughter bubbled into the air, and the demon spun about, offering his backside to her. She chewed her lip, her thighs wet as she walked forward. Self control meant denying herself for just a bit longer in favor of winning a greater game. Besides, he had only seen the birch branches. He did not know she had oiled them properly. He did not know she had another toy hidden under the rocks, swaddled in velvet to keep it safe. 

She felt her composure renew when the first strike made him bark in surprise. Birch was known to harm his kind and deter them, but clearly he had no expected it to hurt this much! “What is wrong? Surely a little witch like me could not possible hurt such a big demon as you?” His glower cast itself on her, but he said nothing, allowing another lash to make it’s mark on him. One after another, she refused to hold back. She moved her rod across his back till she saw him holding the tree with desperation. His legs were spread open, revealing himself to be achingly erect. She moved forward, hesitating in her blows, and pushed two fingers up to his hole. His gasp offered permission, but the rise of his hips told her this was wanted. She pushed them in, and began to search for her prize.

“Demons are not so very far off from men, I think.” She cooed, grabbing his hair in her other hand and pulling it enough to control him. He was taller than she, and stronger by far. He could escape or stop her with a mere flick of the wrist. But he did not. “Let us see how similar you are.” She moved in deeper, dragging her fingers along the top of his hole until his muscle clenched down. “Ah. Very similar, it would seem.”

“Cheeky wretch.” He groaned, but his hips were starting to move. “Do you think you are the first clever woman to know where such secrets are?”

“Oh no. Not by far. But that doesn’t mean I don’t do this extremely well.” She crooked her touch into the demon, and he moaned so sweetly she almost crooned for him. Slow motions caressed him, and she felt the hole start to loosen up for her.

“I thought you were determined to whip obedience from me!” He whined, a sweet song to her ears.

“Don’t you prefer this way? I do.” She teased, dragging her fingers from him. “But if you like the fogging more, I am happy to accommodate.” She had judged him too proud to admit his pleasure, and she had been right. Back and forth she did this to him. She struck across his back and shoulders until he was panting, then pressed his insides as he held back his whimpers of need from her. It was not until his furs were soft with sweat that she knew she was winning. She petted the back of his mantle and kissed his ears fondly. “You are doing so well. I am so pleased with you. I think you deserve a treat.”

“Your sweet cunt on my tongue would be treat enough for me, witch.” He answered, but there was exhaustion in his voice. His glowing eyes had narrowed into slits, and he licked his lips hungrily. “Or perhaps you could let your thighs open and I will bury myself between them to  you howl from joy.”

“Later. Maybe. If you behave.” She took his cock again in her hand and thrilled at his meek whimper! He could posture all he wished, but she could tell his close he was. Even beneath the flesh seeming of this body, there was pulsing in his prick. His thighs shook and there was a hunger there which would need sated. “Or perhaps, you could tell me your name.”

“Aha!” He growled, snapping his head back to her. “OH you little beast you! Do you think I would let it be so easy?”

But she would not be frightened. Not now that she could see him for what he was. “Of course not. But if you want to cry stop…” She let herself trail off, and the demon’s growl shook the trees and ground around them. She caressed his cock, making long, slow strokes until she could tell he had begun to calm to her touch once more. “Then do as you are told, and whisper your name to me.”

“No.”

“Very well.” She began to strike him in time with her strokes, and the poor thing quivered. Slowly she began to whisper promises of her own. Promises of a spoiled demon sleeping at his witch’s side, being called to her service in pleasure and power equally. Tales of fetch’s who came to adore their witch’s with such fervor that their lives were prolonged and they dwelt on earth for hundreds of years. 

“Temptress!” Yet he pushed back into her grip. 

“Your name.”

“Witch!

“Name.” She insisted, and he fell silent save for the whimpers of pleasure. She pulled back from him, digging out her tool from under the rock. She undid the velvet and took the toy from the plastic pouch she had kept it safe guarded in.

“What are you doing back there?” He demanded, only to feel the hard push of a fine toy up against himself. “Ah. I see.” His eyelashes fluttered at her. “If this is what you wished for, you might have simply asked.”

“If you are willing to submit, I might show you many things.” She reassured him. “I had this custom made. Quite a pretty penny.”

“You spoil me.”

“I could.” She promised, tickling the back of his ears as she pushed the fat head of the toy into him. The demon grunted softly, but their bodies were far more willing to be accommodating. Slowly the cock moved within, and the demon lifted it’s head with a deep howl of pleasure. “It has been some time since I have allowed for such things.”

“Glad to know you find it so enjoyable. You’ll be doing it frequently with me.” She took hold of his mane and yanked it back, causing the bold demon to yelp! “Your name.”

“No! Damn you insistent woman!” 

She arched her hips and began a long, steady thrust into his body. His hips were warm, and the hole spread happily for her penetration. The darling creature made such beautiful sounds as she took him. As the creature rocked back onto her touch, she teased him, pulling the cock from his body to rub it between his plump cheeks. “Name.”

“AH! By all the unholy depths no!”

She pushed it back in, letting the bulge of the toy rest at his pink hole. “Name!”

“Oh by all the…” He began to object.

She took her advantage while she still had it. The roll of her hips took him by surprise, and she saw a long tongue appear at his jaw. “Your name.” She said in his ear, far softer and more entreating. “Such a small thing to offer for what I give in return. Hum?” she picked up the pace, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Don’t you like this?” He did not speak, but grit his teeth and spread his thighs in offering. “I knew you would. I like it to. You are such a lovely thing.” She lifted herself up, trying to her her hips at just the right angle and push him to the very edge. “A name is all I ask.”

“I have not even been allowed to try you!” He gasped, long tears of wood peeling from the tree.

“You don’t need to. Give me a name and you will have me often. But only at my command.” She plunged in deep, watching the fat bulge at the base grind deep into the demon’s pretty hole. The stretch was impressive, but more so the yowl he let escape! She had never heard something so desperate for orgasm before! Her own thighs wet slippery with lust, and she thought for certain the demon could sense it by now. Or perhaps his own lust was keeping him so bewildered he was mistaking himself. “Your name.”

“No! No! No!”

“Your name.” She said sweetly, and lifted herself off of him. “Or I shall pull out.”

His noises paused. “Don’t.”

“You know what I want.” She tucked a hand between his thighs and squeezed his balls, laughing softly at the trickling from his prick. His head turned to look at her for sympathy and he found none. She didn’t come to leave empty handed.

“VVexian.” He muttered, his yelp carrying over the trees as she gave a rough thrust. “VVexian! I swear!”

“Let’s test that then, shall we?” She was no fool either. Unlike the folk, demons could lie easily and would do so at the slightest notion. “VVexian, you will cum for me. Now.” There was no hesitation, but he made a great deal of fuss to orgasm at her command. His roar was something truly monstrous, and smoke belched from his nostrils as his cum shot out in copious amounts against the tree. She took hold of his prick, guiding the stream where he could see himself being made meek by her command. She did not pause in her taking of him. She wanted to cement the reality of his predicament to him so he would never doubt it. Even when the last glossy shot of cum arched from the demon’s body, she did not cease. “Now, VVexian, I want you to yield to me. I demand your pledge as the winner of our little wager.”

“May I be allowed to take a breath, my mistress?” He pleaded, hotly panting from all she had done to him.

“No. You may not.” She smacked his ass with the birch rods and he sobbed out helplessly. “Now.”

The demon lifted his head and scrambled for her hand amid the unceasing pounding he was being submitted to. He kissed her fingers and licked between them. “I pledge my trough to you! I swear by the stones the Morningstar fell to and the hellfire that burns eternal! I pledge my loyalty and service to you, till you free me or I am cast from the mortal plain! I pledge it! I pledge it! I pledge it!”

She grabbed him and kissed the back of his neck. “And I pledge to treat you well and keep you fed. I pledge to not mistreat you, but to discipline you well. I pledge to be a fine witch if you will be a fine demon. I pledge it.” She promised, and tugged the toy from his body. She admired the delicate gape she had left behind, not to mention the rest of the poor blithely fucked creature. She tucked her toys away, and a pair of clawed hands landed on her shoulders.

“Do I get to have my fill of you now, my mistress? Or will we leave Hexenacht without a demon having done his duty to his witch?”

She giggled and looked up at him, caressing his horns and nodding as she kissed him. “Very well. Between my thighs, fiend. And do not rise until I give permission.”