VENTI - The Witch's Sunflower: Prologue II

Another ongoing Venti story; the Witch's Sunflower! Our protagonist Aubin continues their journey when they discover a similarly curious soul...

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Aubin’s first days as Ruth’s apprentice went about as eventful as they were when he first started. Ruth remained flirty while keeping him busy, whether with chores and lessons or just keeping her satisfied.

That evening, he found himself sent to market with Ruth’s shopping list. The trip there was easy enough, as was the shopping, but he still struggled to remember all the landmarks that lead to the witch’s house. It wasn’t long before he was completely lost, though he was slower to realize the fact. He went on walking with his backpack full of Ruth’s deliveries until he was deeper in the woods. The trees grew thicker there, casting more shadows and making the woods significantly darker. All the while, Aubin couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

The bard was stuck trying to figure out which way was north when there came an inhuman hiss. He turned around just as a black spider the size of a bear came charging at him. Aubin’s panicked recoiling seemed to be all that kept him from being tagged by its fangs, but its ramming body still knocked him to the ground. His pack and lute were knocked off him in the tumble, leaving him completely unarmed against the monstrous arachnid.

Aubin was lucky that he still had his magic. He rolled onto his back and threw out his hand, sending a radiant burst of light into the spider’s many eyes. It made a disoriented chittering noise as it staggered back, stunned long enough for Aubin to hurry back to his feet. The bard was ready to run as the spider was still getting its bearings, but he saw its head turn to his pack and scuttled towards that as the promise of easier prey.

Finding himself thinking of his teacher first, Aubin ran for the backpack instead of his life.

“No! Stop!” he pleaded. He was about to grab for the backpack when the spider turned to him, blindly biting and sinking one of its fangs into his shoulder.

Aubin only felt the sting for a moment before his shoulder went numb. His legs quickly followed their lead and he wasn’t ready to find out if the rest of his body was about to do the same. He threw his arms around the side of the spider’s head, hanging from it as it thrashed to try and get another bite out of him. It couldn’t get him with its fangs but the surprisingly strong monster swung itself bodily, flinging him to the ground once again.

By the time Aubin got his bearings back, the creature was already towering over it. Its lower body started to spray some thick webbing over his lower body, scuttling slowly upward as it started to tangle up his entire body. Aubin realized he was lucky enough to have landed by his lute, grabbing it and plucking out a quick tune. He was bound up to the waist when he finished the rushed song, but his final note shot out an amplified version of his light spell. Rather than simply stunning the creature, the spider was simply blown away by his magical music. It landed flat on its back fumbling blindly with its many legs as it was left completely vulnerable.

Aubin was too constricted to take advantage of its weakened state, but there was someone else to capitalize instead. A streak of red swept down from the treetops, swinging a pair of fancy-looking circular blades. A whirling sweep of the weapons sliced off its legs and head while their wielder still landed gracefully on her feet. 

The curvy, tan-skinned woman wore next to nothing, and what she did wear was made of nearly translucent red silks. A red veil crossed her face, framed by her shoulder-length black hair. Aubin stared at her as she walked towards him, leaving the bard absolutely stunned. 

Even if he weren’t surprised by her appearance, the paralyzing poison and binding spiderwebs still kept him from moving very much.

“I must say,” the mysterious woman commented as she sheathed one of her blades. “I’m impressed by your loyalty to Miss Bellflower.”

“You know Ruth?” Aubin asked, immediately curious about his mysterious mentor.

“Of course. I am Esha, and Ruth and I are old friends from our adventuring days. She had asked me to come and watch over you while you went on your errands.”

The woman knelt down and sliced neatly through the webbing around his legs.

“You may be dedicated to her, but I can’t say I approve of you risking your life over her delivery.”

“I know. I just… well, thank you for the rescue,” Aubin trailed off. 

“Don’t thank me yet,” Esha added as she took a glass vial from inside her cleavage. “How are your legs feeling?”

Aubin tried to sit up, just to find them still numb. Esha nodded knowingly and popped open her bottle. The young bard recognized its scent and color as an Allcure, a standard but very effective healing potion. He felt the feeling come back to his legs and his few scrapes and scratches heal over. He stood back up, but Esha raised an eyebrow. 

Aubin followed her gaze and saw that he was sporting an erection that showed right through his pants. He blushed as he adjusted his lute to block his bulge with the body of his instrument.

While he tried to awkwardly cover it up, Esha just stepped towards him.

“It’s a side effect of the poison,” she explained as she casually pushed aside his lute. “Part of the paralyzing agent. The potion should have fixed that by now.”

She clicked her tongue impatiently as she knelt down in front of the bard.

“Well I’m not going to bring you back to her in this disgraceful state,” Esha tutted.

Before Aubin could even consider objecting, Esha pulled down his pants and took a firm hold of the young bard’s stiff cock. Aubin gasped as the warrior woman stroked him with a steady and impatient gaze to match her rapid pace.

“Stubborn thing,” she mused to herself, whether she was talking about Aubin’s dick or the poison. She jerked off his empowered shaft before starting to lick and kiss at the tip, eying him to gauge his reaction. The bard’s hearty moan was all the assurance she needed that she was properly turning him on. She confidently slid her face forward, properly sucking off the panting young man.

Her steady work paid off at last as he came on the fighter’s face. His warm and thick cum shot across her cheek, trickling down to the corner of her mouth. She licked up a droplet as she looked down at Aubin’s cock. He was still plenty hard.

“This is taking too long,” Esha decided. Aubin feared what that might mean, but Esha surprised him as she walked away. The tan-colored warrior reached a nearby tree and bent over, bracing her hands against its steady trunk. She pushed aside the lower half of her outfit, revealing her thick ass and round ass.

“Go ahead. Whatever it takes to get this over with.”

Aubin swallowed hard, but she stared back at him expectantly. He finally approached Esha from behind and rested his hands on her ass cheeks. He parted them with a gentle push before he stuck his warmed-up cock into her asshole.

“Seriously?” Esha asked, giving him a dirty look over her shoulder.

“We just met and you go right for the back door? The nerve of youths these days…”

Despite her impatient tone, the bent over woman had an eager quiver to her voice. She was surprised but not upset. She even seemed to be enjoying herself as Aubin kept ramming his hips against her ass cheeks.

Despite her scolding, Aubin kept thrusting inside her. The strong milf and her cushy behind made for easy pleasure, so he didn’t have to work for long to get his rocks off. He gasped as he squeezed her buns together, cumming inside her ass. His dick twitched with each spurt of his warm cream shot into her bowels, but he also felt himself finally going limper with every shot. It had finally done the trick.

“About time,” Esha dismissed as he pulled himself out of her. She squatted down and took out a spare cloth to clean up his mess.

“At least you didn’t leave too much behind. You could use that kind of discipline in your actual craft. Then you might not get into this kind of trouble in the first place.”

“I know,” Aubin admitted. He pulled his pants back up before he gave her a respectful bow.

“Thank you again.”

Esha just nodded. As the bard finished cleaning up, she went over to his pack and gave it a cursory glance. 

“Well thank goodness nothing was damaged in the struggle,” Esha noted.

“Why? Was there something important in there?” Aubin had to assume a witch would have all sorts of uses for common items.

“Not especially,” Esha dismissed. “But Ruth would have taken the cost of any damaged goods out of your own pocket.

Aubin’s face froze in a look of shock. Thank goodness indeed!

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The two of them returned to Ruth’s cottage together where the old witch smiled at them fondly.

“So you two met up after all,” Ruth noted cheerily. “You didn’t have any trouble out there, did you?"

Aubin was about to speak up when Esha put a hand on his shoulder.

“Nothing of interest,” she summed up, seeing herself inside the cottage. Aubin hesitated but simply nodded before hurrying in after her with his pack of supplies.

He helped Ruth unpack and restock the kitchen while Esha made herself comfortable in the living room. With the task done, Ruth soon set him to chopping up some vegetables for dinner. She would check on his work now and then, which seemed to always involve pushing her breasts against his arm or back.

“Just checking in on you,” Ruth chuckled innocently despite her coy smile. “I hope you didn’t mind traveling back with an escort today.”

“Not at all,” Aubin admitted. “Esha’s a very kind lady.”

“And easy on the eyes, no? I bet you couldn’t keep your eyes off her, now could you?”

Aubin caught himself blushing and stuttering. Ruth chuckled to herself again, and he could even hear Esha herself laughing from the living room.