A Magical Moment

Circe closed her eyes and sat cross-legged, listening to the sounds of the forest around her. It appeared as though the witch was going to meditate. Daevon watched her, leaning back on one arm as though a protective lover and not a potential captor. He saw her stillness and her connection with the nature around her and he realised, in that moment, that whatever witch was inside of this woman had eluded him for good. He surrendered to the urges within him, accepting his fate with bittersweet joy.

Daevon rose quietly and moved to kneel behind Circe, enfolding his strong arms around her slim waist. He kissed her neck and he whispered into her ear, his lips running along the sensitive part of her earlobe:

"I want you."

Circe's eyes remained closed, but her small form pressed firmly against him, her back arched in obvious pleasure. She seemed to melt into his arms, responding to his kisses with soft moans.

"Then take me."

***

Daevon didn't hesitate once he heard her invitation. His strong hands pulled her dress off, tossing it aside with reckless abandon. His own tunic came next, his scarred, muscular chest pressing against her naked back. He held her from behind, kissing along her slim neck and delicate shoulders hungrily, his hands roaming her breasts and thighs, caressing and holding her close to him greedily.

"I've never done this before." Daevon admitted, his hands caressing Circe's breasts with tender wonder. Self-pleasure was one thing, but a flesh and blood woman left him with only his instincts to go by. The way her warm body felt against him was absolutely intoxicating. He pressed his cock against her, rubbing it against her ass through his breeches, desperate for relief.

"I shall guide you, my eager stallion." Circe smiled between moans, running her pert rear in small circles over his crotch. She turned to face him, a smile on her rosy lips as she pressed her fingers against his chest to lower him to the blanket. Circe wasted no time in sliding his breeches off, a hungry look in her eyes.

"I'll acquaint you with all sorts of pleasure," Circe promised as she dipped her head, her lips sliding against his cock tip which was straining for her warmth. Circe stroked up Daevon's thighs, her hypnotising eyes holding his gaze as her mouth and hands went to work taming his beast. His hands found her freshly combed hair and entwined themselves in it, pulling her down onto his fat cock, making her gasp for air as his tip found her throat. His hips bucked of their own accord, fucking her mouth and making her gag. Only then did he slow down slightly, filled with pride: his cock was too big for her mouth to take properly. He mouthed an apology but Circe waved it off: a man's passion could be a powerful thing and she knew that he wouldn't be able to resist the warmth of her mouth easily.

Circe's tongue swirled in hypnotizing patterns, sucking all of his precome into her hungry mouth. She seemed so eager to taste and pleasure him, her hot mouth enveloping his cock while her tongue licked every drop of precome from his thick, flared tip. Her hands caressed his heavy balls and teased the base of his shaft. Her breasts pressed against his thighs as he entwined his fingers in her hair once more, shoving his cock as deep down her throat as it would go. He felt the muscles of her throat flexing around him as her pink lips parted wide to accept his length as best she could. He enjoyed watching her struggle to take his cock, her sea green eyes widening in surprise at the second intrusion into her throat. He released her hair, allowing her to come up for breath as he stroked her cheek comfortingly.

"Your mouth is an absolute delight, Circe." Daevon groaned happily. Circe smiled up at him to show him there were no hard feelings before turning her attention back to his manhood.

Daevon gasped as her dark head bobbed up and down, overwhelmed by the sensations of her hands, mouth and tongue. It was not long before he exploded in her mouth without warning, flooding her mouth with his seed as he groaned and thrust gently into her. His hands found her hair again and he held her there until his cock had stopped pulsing in her mouth. He watched her swallow every drop like a woman dying of thirst and then carefully lick his cock clean so not a drop of his seed remained on him. When she surfaced, he kissed her deeply, not caring one whit about the taste of her mouth. He rolled over and pinned her down to the blanket, a challenging look in his eyes.

"Let me please you the same way, Circe. Show me how to make you see stars with my mouth." He urged her, ready to plunge his mouth against her soft wetness. Circe smiled and spread her legs, revealing a welcoming pink slit already soaked with her own juices. It was the most beautiful sight that Daevon had ever seen: a woman's flower, slick with the juices of her own desire, spread for him and him alone.

"Play with my pearl, firmly but gently. Lick me from hole to pearl, explore me to gain your knowledge. I know you will do wonderfully." Circe smiled as Daevon lowered his head to her hot pussy to lap at her hungrily, groaning as he realised how addictive her taste was. Daevon wanted her taste all to himself, he found himself voracious for it.

Daevon's callused hands forced her legs further apart as his broad tongue licked her exactly as she'd asked him, starting with her exquisite hole and sliding up to the small pink pearl near the top of her pussy. Nothing in his training could have prepared him for this experience: he was drunk with lust and pleasure and wanted the woman in his arms to feel the same. He groaned and rubbed his face against her like a bear with honeycomb, her sweetness was all his and he wanted to devour it.

Daevon's golden head dipped down once again into Circe's soaking pussy as he pulled her ever closer with his muscular arms. She was sweeter than the finest wines and more satisfying than any meal he'd ever known. The way her soft lips parted for his tongue aroused him deeply. Circe seemed to enjoy it as well, her back was arched and her head was thrown to the side as she panted lustfully. Her hips twisted in a figure eight motion as his tongue plundered her wetness.

"Do you like that, Circe?" Daevon asked darkly, knowing she was a slave to her desires at the minute. He kissed and licked her slit, watching her writhe underneath him, a soft keening noise escaping her lips. She moved her hips against his face, wanting to keep rhythm with his licking, her fingers finding his golden locks and pulling him closer to her.

"Please," she panted. "I'm so close."

Circe begging for the pleasure that he was giving her was intoxicating. In the moment she was as senseless as a bitch in heat and it made him lust for her even more strongly. He clamped his strong arms around her thighs to stop her from squirming and he licked her mercilessly, not stopping until he heard her scream of delight and felt the gush of juices against his face, which he swallowed eagerly. He surfaced once more, pinning her body to the blanket protectively and he kissed her deeply, stifling the moans she was making with his hungry mouth.

"That was incredible," Circe panted as she looked up at Daevon, her eyes wide with surprise.

"I didn't think they taught you boys that in the academy." She laughed, gasping as he caught one of her nipples in his mouth and growled playfully. His weight on top of her was comforting, she could tell that his attitude had shifted beyond her being a dangerous heretic.

"Perhaps not, but I want to learn it here, with you." Daevon said earnestly, stroking some of the hair from Circe's face as he kissed her, his tongue probing her welcoming mouth. His hands roamed her body with the possessiveness of an owner, exploring the hills and valleys of her curvaceous form. "I want to learn all of it, how to please you without compare."

"And you will, but first, a nap. You'll want the rest to build your strength. Once we wake I will teach the deepest pleasure." Circe vowed, kissing Daevon deeply, stroking the golden hair that had fallen over his broad, scarred chest. Daevon nodded at her sound logic and pulled their discarded clothes over Circe like a blanket. He sheltered her protectively in his arms and allowed her to drift to sleep, cuddled close as he kissed her languidly.

Daevon hadn't even realised that he too had drifted off to sleep until he awoke with a start next to a naked woman in an unfamiliar surrounding. Guilt crept into his heart: he had failed his mission and the witch had managed to seduce him. Still, the memory of her mouth around his cock was enough to make his cock firm once more. He knew he was in trouble with his order: he had might as well take the final pleasure with the pretty young witch he had devoured only hours earlier, one sin did not outweigh another, after all.

The late afternoon night cast a reddish glow over their skin as Daevon kissed Circe to wake her. His hands roamed freely over her body as his cock stiffened against her plump rear. He wanted to flip her over and mate her there and then like he'd seen the dogs in the courtyard do, but he was a man, a gentleman at that and he would do things properly. There would be time to fuck her like a bitch in heat later.

"Good afternoon, Circe," he whispered in her ear, nibbling her earlobe as he pinched her nipple. Circe moaned and smiled, her pretty eyes opening to regard Daevon affectionately. She yawned and stretched, cuddling against him for warmth.

***

"My, we are eager, aren't we?" She purred, kissing along Daevon's scarred collarbone, licking him kittenishly with her small pink tongue. Daevon smirked and flexed his muscles as he moved his hand to part her legs. He watched as a drop of wetness slid from her pussy to her tight ass and groaned pleasurably.

"A taste of your sweetness was simply not enough. I'm afraid that I'll need to sample it once more, at the barest minimum." Daevon said with mock solemnity. Circe laughed and pushed her pert breasts at his face, allowing him to lick and suck them hungrily as he got on top of her, pressing his powerful body against her smooth one. His cock surged as his mouth attended to her nipples, licking them tenderly.

Circe allowed him to worship her form with his mouth, her fingers running through his long, golden hair languidly. He sucked on her nipples hungrily, exploring her soft wet hole with deft fingers that slowly made their way inside of her, stretching her. His touch was making her ache for his powerful cock to impale her and fuck her ruthlessly. His fingers were gentle and curious, probing her holes with equal interest as he looked deeply into her eyes.

"Do you like that?" Daevon asked, pushing his finger against the tightness of her ass, a wicked smile on his face. Circe let out a low laugh and kissed him.

"Yes and furthermore I'm enjoying your curiosity," she purred in his ear. Her body was beginning to ache from the heightened state of arousal she was in but she wanted to satisfy his curiosity as well as his lust. Daevon smiled at her, kissing her deeply as his fingers teased both of her holes, spreading them gently but firmly. He promised himself that one day he would master both of them.

Daevon felt Circe's hand grasp his cock firmly and lead it to the softness of her slit. He groaned in pleasure, his hips instinctually thrust forward, his tip sliding between her soft pussy lips. He stroked his cock ever deeper inside her with each thrust, moaning at the tightness and heat of her pussy. He could feel her opening up for him as he fucked her, her juices lubricating his fat cock to allow him to hilt himself inside her.

"How does that feel?" He panted as he drove his wide length inside of her over and over. Circe's fingers roamed over his chest, scratching gently as he fucked her hot, wet hole. Circe arched her back, gasping with delight as his cock stretched her pussy wide.

"I love it!" Circe mewled, her thighs trembling as she felt herself almost split open by his passion. Daevon felt her pussy squeeze him even tighter and he smirked down at her, watching the way she surrendered to his passion as he fucked her deep and powerfully, using her hips to pull her onto his massive girth, impaling her repeatedly to her delight.

Daevon pressed Circe to the ground, fucking her deep, his cock hilting inside her over and over as he grunted in pleasure. All he could think about was filling her with his seed, fucking her until she had to crawl instead of walking and then fucking her some more for good measure. He growled and kissed her deeply as she wrapped her legs around him, responding passionately to his lovemaking.

"Take it, take me inside you," he urged her, whispering in her ear as they clung to each other. He could feel his cock being milked by her silky insides and it was making him dizzy with lust. She was so hot and tight, he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

Circe seemed to understand his predicament and she kissed him deeply, looking him in the eyes. Daevon was on the verge of coming and she knew that the desperation written on his face could be remedied in only one way.

"Fill me up. Fill me with your seed," she urged him with a lusty smile on her face. Daevon's body couldn't wait to obey her invitation and he began to come powerfully inside of her, spurting rope after rope of his hot seed into her as he let out a ferocious roar. He collapsed on top of her, spent but happy. He kissed her deeply, pumping gently within her as though to seal his hot seed within her.

After a moment of rest, they dressed once more, collecting their things. Daevon felt a tenderness and connection to the witch now, something not so easily dismissed. As they walked back to her cottage in the fading light of day, he thought about what he might tell his superiors to keep them well away from Circe. He also though what he might tell his superiors in order to steal time away and visit Circe once more.

Once back at the cottage, Circe helped him back into his armour, kissing him softly as she did. He held her close as they said their goodbyes, kissing her deeply.

"Next time I return, I'm claiming you in that bed," Daevon said with a grin, already looking forward to his next visit with the witch. Circe smiled back with that same mysterious look on her face as before, kissing him deeply.

"Now, now, you know better than to promise something to a witch unless you truly intend to keep your word."

"You know I will, Lady Circe," Daevon said softly, ignoring her full admission of being a witch as he stroked her cheek tenderly.

"I never doubted it," Circe replied with a tender smile, kissing the palm of his hand before tucking a small wax sigil into his armour. "This will keep you safe... until we meet again."