Mischief on Market Day

Trisha looked at the parchment in front of her, humming as she taped her quill repeatedly against it. It was a simple list of staples that she and Penny would need to make it through the rest of the week, including a mix of food, medicinal herbs, necessities, and a few miscellaneous magical supplies for a couple of spells that she intended to attempt.

It seemed like it was mostly ready for the journey to the market with nothing else really coming to mind. Though she knew that at least one or two things would materialize right after she got back home. They always did and they always would.

"How goes the list?" Penny asked.

Trisha looked at her partner, offering a thin smile. "I think it's mostly ready."

Penny came over and peered over her shoulder, humming to herself as she read it. Clearly, there was something missing as she flicked her fingers and used her magic to gently pluck the quill from Trisha's fingers. She then scribbled down a couple more items that Trisha immediately realized that she had completely forgotten about.

"T-thank you," Trisha murmured, shaking her head. "You saved me from another trip to the market."

Penny smirked and gave her a little kiss on the cheek. "My pleasure, dear."

She stepped back and made her way over their cottage's little ice chest, opening it and pulling out a bright red apple.

Trisha couldn't help but stare at her as she moved, loving the way that her partner looked first thing in the morning. Though the intelligent part of her brain reminded her that she liked the way Penny looked at all times of the day.

Penny was a little shorter than Trisha with a more full-bodied figure compared to the latter's thin stature. Her hair was curly and black, matching her chocolate complexion. It nicely contrasted Trisha's pale skin and frizzy bright red hair, which was in desperate need of brushing.

"So, today's the big day," Trisha quipped.

Penny allowed herself a knowing little smile, taking a bite out from her apple. "Oh yeah? And what day are you talking about?"

Trisha bit her lip and felt a little heat enter her cheeks. "I think we both know what today is, dear."

Penny pondered it for a moment and got a knowing little smile. Though she still played daft, merely shrugging her shoulders. "I have no idea what you're talking about, babe."

Trisha whined.

Thankfully, it seemed that Penny would bestow a little hint of mercy upon her. "Oh right, the day where we test the limits of this town's public indecency laws by fooling around with magic!" She snorted and shook her head. "Silly me, how could I possibly forget about that?"

"It's a mystery," Trisha grumbled under her breath.

There was a mischievous little twinkle in Penny's eye as she snapped her fingers, coating her digits in a nice film of magic. Their presence was soon felt underneath of Trisha's garb as these invisible little fingers groped at her hen. They fondled at it, cupping it and giving it a series of tender little strokes. It was just enough stimulation to tease her without actually pressing into the realm of downright pleasure.

Trisha instinctively sucked in a breath, feeling her cheeks warm.

"I wouldn't be such a brat if I were you," Penny warned.

"Y-yes, Mistress," Trisha whispered.

"You belong to me," Penny went on, turning to face her and still holding onto that cocksure little smile of hers. Though it wasn't mischievous anymore, instead being commanding in nature. "And I will do what I want with you, do you understand me?"

Trisha nodded quickly, feeling those fingers embolden with their motions. She didn't trust herself to speak, knowing that her voice would likely only betray her with a moan.

Thankfully, Penny showed her a little hint of mercy, dispelling her cantrip. In an instant, those fingers faded away and melted back into the ether.

"Good witch," Penny purred, dipping forwards and giving her a little kiss upon the lips. "Now shall we head to the market?"

Trisha drew in a breath, trying her best to regain even a hint of composure. It took a moment but slowly rationality returned to her.

She picked up her list and gave it a once over. In total, there were less than twenty items upon it. It would hopefully be a shopping trip that could be completed in only a couple of vendors, hopefully only taking thirty minutes at most.

Though thirty minutes was...

She glanced at Penny and could see a wolfish little twinkle lingering in her beloved Mistress' gaze.

Thirty minutes was a lot of time to be at her mercy.

Trisha folded the list and placed it within the breast pocket of her shirt. Her outfit for the day was a simple long-sleeved blouse and a flowing skirt that would hopefully hide the worst of her depravity.

Meanwhile, Penny had gone for a pair of trousers and a simple blouse. Both of which had a very earthy quality to them.

Their outfits were simple and not overly ornate, the stylings of a pair of county witches without any of the fineries that city living would've afforded them.

Penny made her way towards the door and Trisha followed, feeling a little courage return to her. After all, a part of her was excited to see what sort of devilish things her Mistress had planned for her.

"Have you been practicing your long-range communication spells?" Penny asked.

Trisha nodded. "I have."

Together the two of them stepped outside. It was a nice summer day, warm but not hot. This was the perfect kind of weather for a day at the market.

They walked away from their humble abode and stepped onto a cobblestone path which led away from the edge of town and towards the cluster of buildings in the centre.

"Then your safeword is going to be Primrose," Penny instructed, offering a playful little smile. "Say that and I'll leave you alone to finish your shopping in peace."

"Primrose," Trisha repeated, nodding along.

"I also won't start messing with you until you've successfully said it to me via that spell," Penny explained. "I trust your spellcasting but this specific spell is new to you and I don't want any problematic accidents to crop up."

Trisha smirked. "Is someone getting soft?"

"I mean when it comes to you, I always feel soft," Penny teased, leaning over and giving her a little peck on the cheek. "It aggrieves me that you sometimes enjoy it when I get mean with you."

"Aggrieves you?" Trisha snorted. "You don't seem particularly aggrieved, darling."

"I am very aggrieved," Penny replied.

The landscape started to grow a little more urban. This wasn't a city by any stretch but still a sizeable village with a few stone structures built up near the market square. People were milling about and many were also heading to the markets themselves. Days like these were always busy and Trisha could already see the crowds forming on the horizon.

There were a few familiar faces and Trisha waved to them, happy to see that they waved back. Not many towns were fond of witches but this one was apparently different.

Another part of her felt an excitement at the number of people who seemed to be loitering around. There were so many and none of them could possibly be aware of what was going to happen. How could that not tickle at those perverted little parts of her brain, filling her with an excited energy.

Though there was also a certain amount of guilt involved, that little angel on her shoulder scolding her for violating so many people's consent. Yet, Trisha managed to shove aside such thoughts, at least for now.

What they didn't know couldn't possibly hurt them and it would be extremely unlikely that they would figure out what was going on. All she needed to do was ensure that her composure stayed firm and unwavering throughout the ordeal.

That should be easy, right?

"And we're here," Penny said, snapping Trisha back to the moment.

They were at the edge of the central square and the markets were already bustling. The whole space was filled with vendors and carts, selling all manner of goods and services. It was crowded with such a crash of bodies looking to get their weekly shopping done and dusted.

Penny smirked and folded her hands behind her back. "I think I'm going to go check out the bookstore and see if they have some tomes that I've been looking for."

This was news to Trisha but she soon realized that this was going to be her Mistress' cover for why she wasn't by her side.

"Meet you back here in thirty minutes?" Trisha said.

Penny nodded. "Should be more than enough time." Her lips upturned slightly, gaining a hint of predatory glee. "Best of luck to you with your shopping, dear. Make sure to call upon me if there's anything that you need, okay?"

And with that she wandered off, waving as she headed in the direction of the bookstore.

This left Trisha alone, feeling that excited little nucleus still festering away inside of her, growing with every passing second. She bit her lips and could feel a warmth within her loins, her pleasure such a tempting little objective.

"You are going to be the end of me," Trisha whispered under her breath.

With that she headed into the market, taking a look at her shopping list as she merged into the crash of bodies. It would seem that her first visit would be to an herb vendor to pick up a few medicinal roots that they couldn't grow quickly enough within their own garden.

It was difficult to navigate through the crowd but she slowly managed to make her way towards a familiar elven vendor who was on the horizon. He was handsome and tall with a slender figure and skin that was as beautiful as the night sky. And his cart was just as elegant, decorated in bead work with so many different herbs and spices on display.

Though before Trisha approached, she paused and held a hand to her chest, tenting her brow as she concentrated. Magic materialized from her fingers and she searched throughout the surrounding area for a familiar magical signature. Her experience with this spell was lacking but thankfully it was easy enough to spot her Mistress in a town as devoid of magic as this one.

It took a lot of concentration but Trisha managed to latch onto it, letting out a sigh of relief as she finally linked herself and her beloved together.

"Oh hey," Penny's voice called, filling her mind. "You actually managed to pull it off."

"I told you that I could," Trish replied though no actual words were spoken from between her lips. It was merely a message relayed between minds. "You don't have any faith in me, do you?"

"I never said that," Penny teased.

Trisha rolled her eyes. "Primrose."

There was a snort and the connection fizzled out.

That was Trisha's cue to continue with shopping as she approached the elf, flashing a cheery smile.

"Well, if it isn't my favourite customer," the elf said, offering such a cocksure grin.

Trisha smirked and rolled her eyes. "You say that to all the pretty girls, Lee."

Lee chuckled. "Only the pretty girls that I like." He motioned to his cart. "Let me guess, you're looking for some char root, amber leaf, and..." He tapped a finger against his chin, deep in thought. "Why do I always forget the last one?"

Trisha could feel something envelope her hen and she let out a little gasp as she realized that it was now out in the open. Though as she looked down, she realized that it was not exposed in the middle of the market.

What the...

Then it clicked as Trisha realized that it was a portal spell and one targeted from quite some range. Penny was a gifted witch if nothing else.

So, while she was exposed, she was hopefully exposed somewhere far away from prying eyes. The thought about how removed her anatomy was from her body filled her with an intense sense of vertigo, so she decided not to think too much more about it.

"Licorice roots," Trisha said, trying to still her breathing.

Lee smirked. "You go through quite a bit of that, don't you?"

"It's a fairly common medicinal herb for the kind of..." Trisha began.

She tensed as she felt delicate little fingers grasping at her still soft pride. They danced across her flesh and so tenderly stroked it. It didn't take them long to get a reaction from her as she could already feel herself harden, emboldened by the daring sinfulness of what was about to happen.

A thin gasp escaped her lips as a single finger touched down upon the side of her foreskin, rubbing the tip of her hen through it.

Trisha steadying herself and drew in a breath, desperate to settle her nerves. "It's very common for the kind of medicine that me and Penny practice."

"I know a fair number of witches who use it actually," Lee said, snorting. "Must be a pretty versatile root."

He lifted a brow, obviously picking up on something being amiss. Though he kept such thoughts to himself as he went about readying a few bags. He knew the quantities they would want by heart and in turn Trisha had the payment ready in the form of silver and copper. Thankfully, this vendor was one of the more predictable ones that they utilized.

Though her hand shook as she felt her hen fully harden in some far-off realm.

Penny drew her foreskin back and exposed her sensitive head to the air of whatever place she decided to do this in. It must've been somewhere outside, considering the chilled quality of the air, maybe a park or a nearby piece of wilderness.

Trisha shivered as a single finger touched her head, rolling around it and dancing across that sensitive little bundle of nerves.

A faint moan escaped her lips and her face warmed a degree as she realized that she was audible.

Thankfully, Lee had seemingly not noticed as he finished with the last of his bags. In the end, he produced two small pouches of the first two herbs and a sizeable one of the third.

Trisha handed over her coins and the used bags from their prior transaction. This bought the deal to an end and she drifted back into the massive crowd of people, saying her goodbyes. It was difficult to walk straight, her cheeks flushed and posture more than a little rigid.

She soon felt something warm and wet envelop the tip of her erection and it took her only a moment to realize that it was Penny's soft lips and equally gentle tongue rolling around the tip of her shaft. It was teasing her, a holding motion meant to torment with no hope of relief.

And it worked like a charm as she shivered and went bolt still, whimpering as she frantically looked around. A few people gave her wary looks but they didn't seem to think much of it as they merely went on with their days.

Trisha reached into her breast pocket with a shaky hand and grabbed the folded note that was contained within. She attempted to call upon her magic and strike off the items that she'd just bought but she struggled in this endeavour. It took a couple attempts but soon three shaky lines crossed out the first three items. Suddenly, twenty felt like an impossible obstacle to overcome.

Though she wasn't ready to admit defeat quite yet. The next few items on her list led her through the crowd and towards a fabric vendor with a tall cart that was made of such expensive wood, painted in the finest of lavender.

Though movement proved so difficult as she felt Penny's lips start to slowly bob along her shaft. They drew back and forth with the tongue between them being so dutiful in its tight little circles. Penny was skilled in many things and giving head just happened to be one of them.

Still, Trisha wasn't about to give up as she pushed ahead, calling upon her willpower to put one foot in front of the other. She gritted her teeth and stifled a groan that came bubbling forth from the back of her throat.

There was a pale dwarf at the fabric cart with a mighty beard and stocky build. He was dressed in fine garments that told Trisha that he called the nearby city home. Trisha didn't recognize him but the fabric vendors were always different, with a new one always seeming to arrive for market day.

Still, he seemed polite as he offered a professional-looking smile. "You look like a woman who could use some silk."

Trisha forced her own smile in exchange, trying to stay composed as that mouth around her hen moved at such a steady pace, unrelenting in its endeavours.

"Maybe not silk," she said, shivering as Penny focused once more upon the tip. "I... I'm looking for about a yard of fresh cotton, five yards of coarse wool, and three spools of a hemp thread if at all possible."

"A woman who knows what she wants," the merchant said. "I can respect that."

How had he not noticed her cracking composure? It almost felt obvious at this point. Though she supposed a normal person wouldn't think that a young witch like herself would get up to such mischief in public.

"Are you looking for coloured or plain fabrics today?" the merchant asked.

Trisha was about to respond but was cut off as those pesky lips bobbed just a little lower than she was prepared for, forcing her entire length between them. She shivered and couldn't help but squeak, feeling her cheeks burn with such embarrassment.

The merchant perked up and lifted a brow, studying her for a moment as he rubbed at his beard. "Is everything okay, ma'am?"

"P-perfectly fine," Trisha stuttered.

She sighed in relief as Penny drew back, giving her a moment to collect her thoughts and steady her composure. Still, she wasn't out of the fire just yet as she still felt her cock twitch in the open air. She knew this wasn't just a second's rest but a proper break to stop her from cumming too soon and ending their fun.

After all, she wasn't ignorant of the fire that was kindling in her belly, nor was she completely oblivious to the fact that she was precariously balancing on the edge. She had always been an eager little toy and her Mistress knew just how to play with her so perfectly, denying her an easy climax.

"Well, if you're certain," the merchant said, focusing on his work once again.

Trisha let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding but this relief seemed a little premature as Penny's hand started to casually stroke at her erection, gliding back and forth along it, nice and slow. She balled her hands into fists and gritted her teeth together, trying everything to deny the temptation of embarrassing herself once again.

"How much will this cost?" she asked, impressed that she still managed to keep her voice steady.

The merchant hummed. "Two silver pieces?"

"How about a silver and fifty copper?" Trisha offered. She rarely haggled with locals but she knew that the merchants of the city could afford slimmer margins.

The merchant hummed. "One silver and eighty copper."

"A silver and..." Trisha's eyes widened as Penny took the tip of her hen back between her lips and suckled so firmly upon it, focusing her entire attention on these nerves. "Actually, a silver and eighty copper is perfectly fine, thank you!"

The merchant looked a little surprised but was only too happy to take Trisha's money as she handed it over. Penny would kick her ass later but that was a problem for her to worry about when they were back home.

If she made it back home.

At this point, it was a challenge to even take the yards of cloth and store them away safely in her bag. She had no idea how she was going to get the rest of her shopping done when her brain was as fuzzy as it was. All she could honestly think about was getting off and it seemed that Penny had a similar idea.

Her girlfriend was moving so quickly across her shaft, dutiful slurping and lapping away. It was hard to focus on anything else except for the bead of growing tension that was nestled between her legs, just waiting for an opportunity to burst.

She carefully drew the note out of her breast pocket, not trusting herself to summon a pen to dot out the items that she'd just bought. Instead, she noted that the next merchant was for food, the second last person that she needed to see before she could head out and end this game.