The Letter

Chase sat on the couch abandoned by his parents. They sat with him.

Bridgitte looked up at him. "Will you answer me now? Why are you called Chase?"

He looked at her for a long time. Who was she? His father had called her a witch and looked like he might attack her. That was ridiculous. She couldn't be more than ten years old.

"My parents gave me the name Cha O Ha after I started spending time with the animals. It was the same name Crazy Horse had. I came up with Chase. It saves on explaining the meaning."

"And your sister chooses Kelly to avoid explaining De o Ha Ko. It is understandable as they both are famous, although yours is not Iroquois." Sienna touched his arm again. She liked doing that, and it felt pleasing. Usually he wouldn't let someone touch him so often.

Kelly had returned, she sat next to Chase. "You would choose a different name as well if you were named after a plant," she said. "It is a great honor, but try explaining that to a white family who just want to ride in a boat."

Bridgitte kept staring at her. They looked awkward all sitting on the couch when there were plenty of comfortable chairs nearby. "Can they actually summon the Kanontsistóntie's?" she asked. The legendary disembodied heads were not warriors, they were a terrifying premonition of death.

"No. They wouldn't hurt you anyway, would they?" Kelly asked the girl with a look of disdain.

"No. You are not my enemy, Kelly. We are sisters, the three of us." Sienna wrapped her arms around Bridgitte, as if to protect her.

Chase understood. On the surface, he was surrounded by corn, beans, and squash. The joke ended there. The three plants enhanced each other when grown together and came to be known as the "Spirit of the Iroquoi". The three together on his couch meant he was in the presence of the most powerful force in his culture.

"So I'm surrounded by supper. Is that why you just let yourselves in?" Chase asked. "I imagine my parents were surprised when they walked in and you were just sitting there."

Sienna gave him a look that was pure ice. "We were a distraction while you two tried to conceal your crime. With an unbearable stench, I might add."

He noticed it was gone. They were all sitting on the same couch. That wouldn't have been easy if he had reeked of the fish oil. One of them had simply made it vanish.

"Crime?"

Sienna answered, "Don't you see how evil the Monster is? Would you summon it on yourselves? Incest is a crime against nature. Just as killing the bear is. Just as driving a truck that spews deadly toxins in the air is. We aren't judging you, so why do you continue to judge others in the most vicious and brutal way possible? The Wendigo has nearly sapped your cult's spirit. Don't you see that? That has always been its purpose."

"Nothing happened!" Kelly yelled. The three of them looked at each other, then gave a short laugh. Sienna touched his arm again.

"I think you understand, Chase. I want to thank you for standing up to your father. You are very brave."

The touches were more than kindness. There was something more to them. He was really starting to notice her. Her face was beautiful. A mother's face, but a MILF if there ever was one.

He forced himself to focus on the situation. He looked down at Bridgitte. "What is your story, Miss ten year old that acts like a wise old seer?"

"I'm just a child who watched her stepfather get ripped apart by a bear. That ages you, don't you think?"

Ouch. That one hurt. Sienna admonished her with a squeeze of her shoulder. "Bridgitte can be precocious," she said, "can't we dear?"

The look said, "Reveal no more," not, "Be nicer." Chase let it go.

Kelly intervened. "We have to convince them to stop. I can't lose my parents and friends."

"We can, but they must ultimately make the choice. Bridgitte will explain. I have been absorbing someone's fish oil and must shower before it starts to release. Chase, will you join me?"

The matter of fact way she stated it made him stutter. "You..you.."

She simply took his hand and walked him up the stairs.

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This was like Millisandre in Game of Thrones. A totally hot woman older than him was matter of factly seducing him. A woman who had powers. A woman who spoke of terrors in the night. A woman who had great boobs. If she broke out leeches, or asked him to give his seed to birth a shadow demon, he would have really been concerned. He was more worried that she was looking for a third husband.

She had removed her blouse and bra as if he wasn't even in the room. Then she dropped her skirt and panties. As she reached up to put her hair in a scrunchy, he realized she did look like the actress that played Millissandre, Carice Van Hooten. Perhaps a bit younger, but certainly as shapely.

"Will you just stare or will you join me?" she asked, lowering herself in the water. It looked steaming.

He shrugged, and started taking off his clothes.

"Not exactly an eager response," she said. "I'll try not to be insulted. I do hope you know I brought you up here to finish what you and your sister started, and then some. It should feel a whole lot better with me."

"Why is that?"

"Because of what we share. It makes our blood run hot. That is why this water isn't scalding my skin."

He stepped in. She was starting to grow on him. Maybe it was her voice, or maybe it was the warmth coming from her. He was starting to grow on her as well. "We haven't ever done anything, like my sister said."

"Have you done it with anyone?" She looked at him like Millissandre looked at fire.

"Sort of."

She gave him an expression that was comical. "You will have to explain that to me. Slide in behind me, first. My shoulders and back could use a rub from those strong looking hands."

He used the soap and started massaging her shoulders first. "This is actually what my sister and I were doing. She needed relaxation. It was her first ritual."

"Were you as hard as you are now?"

He didn't want to say that he had been harder, so he just mumbled, "sort of."

She laughed. "That's twice now. You are an amazing young man. You sort of get hard, and you sort of lose your virginity. What have you done that doesn't need explanation?"

He didn't trust this woman. What was she after? "You said you needed to talk with me. What about?"

She reached up and took hold of his hands. Then she turned to face him. Her breasts were just at the surface of the water, covered in streams of the soap he had been using. He was getting a little harder. She noticed. "Is your cock the only part of you that wants to play? I have given you no reason to mistrust me. I came here tonight to try and save your tribe."

"By cursing them? How does that save them?"

She sighed, and turned again to lie back on him. "If you must talk, at least rub my shoulders better. I will teach you, if you allow it."

"My sister enjoys it."

"Your sister is more delicate. You and I are one with nature. More like animals. Our fur is thicker, if you will."

"You like it rough."

"Sort of."

That made him snicker.

"Chase, please understand. You may think I am an old woman, but I am not much older than your sister. We can't all be milk and honey looking. She is a beautiful woman."

"That is what you wanted to say?"

"You are being impetuous. No, that isn't. I am just trying to explain that I am almost as new at this as she is. Last night was her first ritual. I have never seen one."

"Then how did you summon the most powerful letter of all?"

"I didn't. That is what I need to tell you. Your cult did."

"That is a lie."

"I'm sorry Chase, it is true. Only the inner circle knew. What do you know of how your cult ended up here?"

"I'll not say."

She reached back and flicked the tip of his cock. "Enough of the petulant teenager!" she said. "I'll tell you then, although it may differ from the lies you have heard."

"Who's to say you aren't lying?"

"Fine, now I will reveal one of the reasons we are in this tub together. I want to fuck you. I will fuck you. You want to fuck me, but you dont trust me. Yet you will fuck me. Your cock has already decided."

"That makes no sense."

"No? You are hard as a rock now. The whole time you've acted like a kid, your cock has been getting harder and harder. It might be the only part of you that has any sense." She turned towards him again. She grabbed and slowly started stroking his cock. Then she started rubbing it on her pussy. Working it around, she kept rotating. I would like to put you in me, and have you shut up for five minutes so I can finish explaining what is going on. Deal?"

"You have a strange sense of foreplay."

"At least I have one."

She put the tip just inside. "Deal." He said. She was right. There was a connection between them. A warmth and excitement. He had lied. He had actually been with a number of women. None had ever made him feel like this.

She started working him in slowly. "I'll talk while I can," she said. "This feels really good. Your ancestors fled here after they conjured the most powerful letter on a settlement back East. They were nearly destroyed. They didn't get tricked, they just didn't understand evil. Nature is not evil, but the Monster is. It is Chaos. It is Terror. It cannot be controlled forever. When the night arrived for it to devour the settlement, it devoured everything in its path. Most of your tribe were killed. If we do not stop this, it will happen again. They may be completely wiped out, yourself included."

She was telling the truth. He could sense it. She was also making him feel really good. She was working up and down steadily.

"It can't be stopped, as far as I know." He slid down a bit so he could arch deeper inside her.

"If that were the case, the demon centuries ago would have just kept going. It can't be killed. Once summoned, a demon can only be banished. This one will not be easy." She was starting to sound more breathless, and was trembling as she spoke. Her large breasts were slapping against the water as she bounced.

The feeling in his cock was intense. The warmth was spreading throughout his body. He reached up and started squeezing her breasts. They were soft and were making him get very close. "Who can banish it?" he asked. He also was nearly breathless.

"An extremely powerful Shaman. Or a Witcher." She was nearly speaking to the ceiling. She had her head tossed back and was beginning to moan.

He was getting extremely aroused. None of the characters in Game of Thrones wanted to fuck Millissandre except the old guy Stannis. The young guys didn't know what they were missing.

Wait, if she knew an actual witcher, he might meet someone that looked like the actress Anya Chalotra. That would be even more intense. "A Witcher?" He asked. "Like Geralt of Rivia?"

Maybe Henry Cavell was a turn on for her. She sounded like she was about to cum. "Who the hell is Geralt of Rivia?" She nearly screamed the last part. She had reached underneath him and was pulling him in tightly. She started grinding her pelvis against him as she came.

He couldn't hold off. Arching deep inside her, his cock erupted in a mind crunching blast of cum. She kept grinding and pulling him in. He exploded again. She was locking him in tightly. Her legs were powerful.

That is when he saw the beast in her. She looked down and their eyes locked together. He felt the beast in him. It had already been released, which is why the orgasm felt so good. Now it was as if they were one, and the orgasm reached new heights. She started writhing from her belly to her chest. He squeezed her breasts hard and shot the most intense blast yet. They kept going as if it would not stop. His cock kept blasting while her moans filled the room.

They finally started to slow. She growled. It was cute in her feminine voice, but savage all the same. He let go of her breasts. He thought she would collapse on top of him, but she kept pulling him in. "Stay hard if you can. We aren't done."

He didn't have a problem at all. His cock refused to go down. Once he had his breath back, he asked, "What do you mean by a Witcher?"

"They have a video game here about one. Bridgitte plays it."

He laughed, thrusting his cock deep in her again. "That would be Geralt of Rivia. You let her play that?"

"Why not? Because it shows boobs? We aren't as prude as you Americans where I am from."

"The game is extremely violent as well, however." He adjusted himself inside her. She had started working up and down again. He noticed a few strands of his load on the water's surface. She saw it as well.

"It's just cum. Probably more of mine than yours. As for Bridgitte, she loves the costumes. Apparently you can use a variety of different outfits. They are more animal furs than anything. And she loves some witch named Phillipa. Says she can turn into an owl."

He laughed again. This time he went in and out a bit and continued to do so. She stopped him with a gentle hand on his chest. "Let me set the pace." She did. It felt wonderful.

"So Geralt of Rivia, are there real people like him?" he asked.

"No. He was created, according to Bridgitte. Real Witchers are born with their abilities. I'm not sure I should even use that term anymore. The game has become very popular, yet the two are very different."

"What do real Witchers do?"

"Kill Monsters."

He laughed hard, pushing himself very deep inside her. She gave a slight moan. "That is what the guy does in the video game too. In fact, that line is used in a number of videos to describe him."

"He uses swords. We need magic. White magic. A Shaman can do it as well." She was starting to rock back and forth. After his cock was driven deep into her, she didn't let it go. "Love me, Chase. Love me now."

That was just the way Yennifer said it for round two at Aretuza in the Witcher novels. It turned him on incredibly. The animal returned. Neither of them spoke. She writhed and rocked and grinded. He thrust up with each if her grinds. It wasn't about achieving climax, it was about the magic they were feeling. They could go on forever. Yet, this was not like an animal. Only a human could feel pleasure like this.

She reached back and hit the drain. As the water drained, he could feel more of her warmth. She lay atop him, her large breasts pressing into his chest. Taking him by the hair, she started kissing him deeply. He reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling himself deeper and deeper inside her.

She jerked back and moaned so loud it sounded like screaming. He wasn't going to last. Without the water in the tub he could see all of her on top of him. She had removed her panties facing away from him. Her bush was red! It was insane. He started to cum. She had already begun. When he started thrusting into her and shot cum, her pussy grabbed hold and squeezed for more. She was in a wild dance with her upper body, her breasts bouncing faster and faster.

She finally pressed down with her body so hard he felt his tailbone jam into the porcelain floor of the tub. The pain was meaningless. He was blasting a huge load of cum into her when it happened. She completely stopped breathing, and literally shook the tub with the trembling of her hips. She had her arm wrapped around his head and neck and kept going. Her hips were quivering and almost spinning.

"Fuck!" she yelled and started to breath. She started moving up and down slightly, then slowed to a halt. He held her ass tight. He had never been so hard in his life. What just happened between them didn't seem possible.

He would never be able to watch Game of Thrones the same way again.

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Kelly acted like nothing had happened. She had to have heard them. Perhaps she was just glad he was focusing on someone else. Bridgitte was asleep on her shoulder.

"She tells me she is a real Witcher," smirked Kelly, "but not like Geralt or Ciri, like Yennifer."

"She uses magic?" asked Chase.

Sienna sat next to her and took her in her lap. "No, she is far too young. She may actually never come to know its power."

Chase and Kelly looked at her with the same question on their minds.

'You two have been sheltered," she said, "from the changes happening in the world. Magic is fading. The myths and monsters of the past are just legends now. Only pockets remain, like the one here. The Wendigo you saw summoned was small and weak compared to those in ancient times. They used to be over three stories tall."

Chase was impressed. "How do you know all this?" he asked. "You said you are new to this."

She smiled. "The library. I have a photographic memory and get bored easily. I started with Dickens."

"Who's he?" Chase asked. She rolled her eyes. "I'm joking. Let's get to the part where we stop this thing from killing my parents."

"It is not just your parents, it is everyone here, including you." She was serious.

He hesitated. "Aren't I too young?"

"You haven't been listening. The Monster is evil. It will turn to chaos. Every man, woman and child in its path will die."

"But that doesn't happen," said Kelly. "It just kills it's target then disappears."

"It used to. It still does for the single targets, most of the time. A few times it broke through the magic. The forces of evil should never have been used as a punishment. That is why your tribe must stop. You are the last of your kind. Everyone else has moved on."

"If Bridgitte is too young, then how do we stop it? Do you know a Shaman?" Chase looked desperate.

She touched his arm again. He really was starting to like it. "Try to relax, both of you. We still have two days. My father's flight still has eight hours left."

They both looked at her. She just smiled and stroked Bridgitte's hair. "Where do you think she got it from?"

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The house was surrounded. It looked like the angry mob from the Frankenstein movies. Chase had been woken by a brick thrown by his Father through his own house's window. "Bring the witches out now, Chase. Don't disrespect me a second time."

"Chase, no!" He pulled from Kelly's grasp and walked out the door. He immediately was mobbed.

"Bring him to me," said the voice of the elder. He wasn't a white haired old man, he was a fat, unkempt drunk who Chase felt brought shame to the whole tribe.

Chase struggled free, giving as good as he got. "You don't need a mob, Elder, I will come."

The Elder signaled to another tribesman and Chase was shot in the leg. He buckled.

"Kelly, let the older witch know that she has 30 seconds to come out or the next bullet hits his spine." It was his Father speaking. His own Father!

Sienna was out the door. Bridgitte was with her. "This is all very dramatic, she said, but unnecessary. I am not the threat you have made me out to be."

"Then explain this." His father held up the powerful letter. A stir rose in the crowd.

"Will you murder me and my child? Will you cripple your own son? What will that do to stop your own destruction? Take a close look at that note. Does that parchment look familiar? Where is the letter that was intended for me?"

"I have it." Chase's mother touched her son's head. He was in pain, but she showed no remorse for what had happened to him. "Would you like it?"

"Yes, actually." The crowd gasped. Kelly had emerged, and rushed to Chase's side. She looked with disbelief at Sienna.

Chase's mother gave her the letter, with a smile. Sienna then reached towards his Father. "May I have that one too?"

Chase cried, "No Sienna. Do not die for our foolish ways. Let the Monster devour us."

His Father cuffed him hard, then handed the letter to Sienna. "You are a foolish witch. Take this boy and leave our reservation. He is no son of mine."

"No, he will remain and die like the rest of you. Your tribe's screams will mark the end of this Monster and its evil." She was terrifying looking. Chase was feeling her rage within himself. Despite the pain, he stood up.