The Witch’s Plan (1/5)

PART 1: THE LUMBERJACK

Thornton wiped the sweat off his brow and stepped out of the sun into the shade of a tall pine. He patted the bark of its thick trunk and made a mental note to fell this one tomorrow. Having just chopped down two huge wagons-full of trees from the forest today, which also required each tree being hewn into thirds or fourths just to fit, he thought it was a good time to call it a day. Besides, the sun was now angled directly into his eyes, which meant only about an hour of decent sunlight left to get home by. 

“Okay Babe, it’s quitting time. Why don’t you wander down to the stream for a few while I strap down the rest of the logs?” Thornton unhitched Babe and gave his big, silvery ox a pat on the rump. The large ox didn’t hesitate to begin trundling down the hill toward the sound of running water.

The tall, muscular man walked to the back of the wagon to finish securing the rest of his load, when he saw that a large log from the top of the stack had managed to slide completely off. 

“Oh, no you don’t,” Thornton admonished the log at his feet. “You still have to come back with me.”

Although the log was three feet taller than the lumberjack, and nearly as wide, Thornton spread his feet, squatted down, and scooped the log up in his arms. With a grunt, he heaved upward to stand fully with the log pointed toward the bed of the wagon. This certainly wasn’t the lightest log of the day, but it wasn’t about to stop him from flinging it back on the other logs and strapping it tightly down. He liked working alone, and it was his strength, and of course Babe’s, that kept this possible. 

The sound of crunching leaves to his left stopped Thornton with his hands still on the logs. It was usually fairly quiet this far off the main road, and Babe was down the hill to his right. Prepared to ward off another bear this fall if he had to, Thornton squared his shoulders and turned to face the noise.

It was a woman. She was standing up the hill, twenty feet away, wearing a dark green cloak over a long, black dress. She held her hands up as if worried she startled the massive man and was possibly concerned for her safety. 

“Lady, what are you doing out here?” Thornton boomed up at her before she could speak. “You aren’t going to find any mushrooms or anything this way.”

“Oh! Oh, no sir, I’m sure you’re right… It’s just that I’m lost! I was traveling to the next town and when I stopped for a moment my horse got spooked. I tried to find him but…” The woman in green put her face in her hands and appeared to break down into tears. 

Thornton strode up the hill to meet her, his long legs taking very few steps to span the distance. The woman looked shyly up at him when he came near, her lower lip trembling and dark eyes glistening. He noticed that she had midnight black hair. She was also young, and very beautiful. The women in the neighboring towns were just pretty enough to satisfy his nightly desires, but this was a woman of only his wildest fantasies. 

His urge to problem-solve suddenly became a more primal urge. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to tear off her cloak and dress on the spot. Instead, he fought his immediate instincts. Maybe he could make the most of her unfortunate situation… for the both of them, of course. He gently cupped her chin and brought it upward. There was a fleeting glint in her eyes. What was that? But then again, maybe it was just the waning sunlight on her tears.   

“Honey, if you want a lift, you don’t got to look any further,” he said, in what he felt was his sexiest voice.

For the first time, a smile broke out on her face. 

“Really, you would do that for me?” She was looking directly up into his eyes now. He caught a flash of green in her dark brown eyes that caused his stomach to tighten and his loins to stir. 

“Sure, darlin’.” He took his hand away from her face and sought out one of hers. “But, unfortunately, the sun is almost down and I have to get my wagon home before then. We’d need to go by my place first. Then I can get my horse and take you wherever you wanna go.”

“That would be so wonderful! And here I thought all was lost.” Her smile was like sunshine on a rainy day. 

The woman, whose name he would never know, squeezed his hand and walked back with him the short distance toward his wagon.

“I know you said you needed to get back soon, but I would honestly like to thank you first for being so willing to help, kind sir.”

“Not a problem -” Thornton started to say, when he looked back at her and saw that she was already tugging at the second button of her dress, revealing a bit of nice cleavage. “Oh, shit… I mean… You’re saying…?”

“I know that’s what you were thinking of when you got me to your home, yes?” she said with a smirk. “I just honestly feel so grateful that I don’t know if I can wait…” Her hair fell in front of her shoulders as she looked down, as though embarrassed of her own lust. She looked up part way to meet his eyes, blushing but grinning.

Thornton paused briefly while his mind debated between the actual need to navigate the forest roads in daylight and his surging increase in need to ravage her delicate body right then and there. 

“Well, honey, if that’s what you want, I am more than happy to help you there, too,” he said, struggling to keep his voice slow and even. “But I also have a nice big bed at home we could use when we got there…”

“It’s just - I sort of have always fantasized about being ravaged by a big, strong, man in the forest. This place and your strong arms excite me so.” The woman now wore a small but hopeful smile that lit up her sparkling eyes. 

She fantasized about this? He couldn’t pass this lucky coincidence up. Maybe he could satisfy her fantasies in the next few minutes and still make it home before dusk, where he could then continue satisfying his own the rest of the night with her in his bed. Besides, if he continued trying to push his point, he might lose out on this opportunity altogether. 

“You like my arms, eh?” The lumberjack’s voice was a low growl, his deep bedroom voice that the ladies always loved. “What if I picked you up and ravaged you on my wagon here?” Thornton stepped toward the dark haired beauty and gently placed his hands on her hips. Even though she had specifically said the word “ravaged” herself, he was aware that he could appear intimidating and wanted to avoid scaring her off. 

Far from being intimidated, this seemed to light a fire inside the woman. She gripped his arms with her small hands, digging her nails into his triceps in her excitement. “Yes, take me, please!”

Thornton needed no further encouragement. In one swift motion, he easily lifted her small body and turned to plunk her on the edge of his wooden wagon bed. The plank on top was wide enough to make her a decent seat and was perfectly at hip height for him. Wrapping one of his thick arms behind her back as a support, the tall man reached under the hem of her long dress and slid his other hand expertly up her inner thigh. 

It worked like magic. Long, dark, and wavy locks tumbled behind the woman as she tilted her head back and let out a sigh of delight. Thornton’s large fingers made their way to the warm, soft place right between her thighs. When his fingertips met her soft, fleshy skin, he realized she wasn’t wearing any undergarments whatsoever. This was unexpected, but very exciting, and he wasn’t about to question it.

The gorgeous woman moaned as he spread her lips with a large but deft finger, running the ridges of his calloused skin along her silky, and noticeably wet, vaginal opening, all the way up to her clitoris. He teased her hard little button for just a moment, making sure she was really ready for him, and then pushed her dress up past her knees. 

He wanted to make a good first impression, but he couldn’t afford to waste too much time. He was also sure this wouldn’t be the last time he’d fuck her tonight. With one hand, he undid his belt and pulled out his sizable member. The lumberjack was already erect and solid as an oak tree, and he noticed that the woman was staring at it hungrily. He stopped for a minute to stroke it for her, wondering if she’d like to put it in her mouth… but then again, maybe later back at home. 

Thornton directed the tip of his penis into the space between her thighs. He rubbed it in circles over the wet and warm opening, lubricating it and teasing her just a little more.

“Hey, sexy. Why don’t you fuck me with that big thing. I know you want to.”

His eyes flicked up toward hers. She winked at him, still wearing a very tantalizing, very devilish look on her face.

He returned the look with his own seductive expression, one he felt he had perfected. With a beastly grunt, he shoved his cock deep into the woman’s slippery cavity. 

Thornton immediately felt a wave of pleasure run through his body. He wrapped both of his tree-trunk arms around her and began to fuck her hard, as was requested - not that he could have helped himself if he tried. In moments, his mind was completely blanketed in bliss.

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The witch had been watching him for long enough to know that this was by far the strongest man she had ever seen in person. Any non-magical man, of course. He chopped down trees with amazing speed and then tossed around their trunks as if they were sticks. This is likely why he worked without a partner, and it made it all the more convenient for Alaya. 

She had also found it almost ridiculously easy to convince this young man that a gorgeous woman would just pop out of nowhere and throw herself at him. The witch hadn’t even had to use any spells of persuasion or change her appearance to suit his fancy, so either he really was dense or there were a lot more hot damsels in distress running around the forest than she knew of. 

Regardless, he was now right where she wanted him. Which was to say, balls deep inside her and quite oblivious to anything else. The lumberjack had finally started fucking her after playing his little warm-up game, thinking he was getting her more excited, but Alaya had been more than ready since the moment she laid eyes on him. 

The tall, bearded, and divinely muscular man thrusting between her spread thighs dug his fingers into her back and ass, both for keeping her upon the edge of the wagon and for slamming her hips toward his. His cock was hot and hard inside her, and every thrust delivered delicious tingling sensations throughout her body. Alaya ran her delicate fingertips over the curvature of the man’s deltoids and down the backs of his thick triceps. She allowed herself a guilty moment to simply enjoy everything she was feeling without a goal in mind. 

But then it was time to focus. It was crucial that she orgasm. Actually, his orgasm was crucial as well, but she would need to come first, to avoid breaking the spell her burly partner was under. The spell, of course, was no magic of her own, but what she jokingly referred to as “dick sick.” The male inability to focus on anything but his own penis during sex. Once he came, the possibility of her also attaining orgasm became slim. 

Fortunately for Alaya, this forest stud seemed like he could go for a while when he wanted to. Unfortunately, it sounded like he had made a mental mission to score and get home quickly, and his thrusts were picking up speed. She ultimately decided it would be worthwhile to trade a bit of magic for the end goal. 

Alaya shoved one of her hands down between her legs and reached for the base of her partner’s thick cock, wrapping her index finger and thumb loosely around it. She rotated her wrist twice to the right as if sealing a jar. It was only a simple pantomime spell, but now it would be much harder for him to come before she wanted him to.

“Your hands feel good, baby, how about we finish here and head back to my place where you give me some more of that?” The deep, rumbling voice was right next to her ear, followed by another grunt as the lumberjack shoved himself deep inside her again.

“Yes, let’s finish here,” Alaya purred softly into the lumberjack’s ear. “I can hardly wait.” The witch intertwined her hands around the man’s thick neck. “But it’s your turn to sit, I want to ride you.”

“You want me to sit?” Her partner mumbled into her ear, not pausing for a second. He seemed to be concentrating on something other than her words. 

“Please. Can you sit on the seat of the wagon? I think I can get off if I am on top,” she pleaded in her sweetest voice. 

“Honey, we can do whatever you like back at my place, but right now, daddy’s in charge.” The lumberjack’s tone changed from placating to brusque, as he picked up his pace and increased his hold around her waist. He was clearly on a mission to get his business done as soon as possible. 

Fine. She could handle difficult. She hated to use her magic if she could help it, because it sapped her energy like a slow leak, and she liked to keep every drop possible just in case. But it was clear this woodsman was going to need a prod to follow her directions. 

Alaya ran her hands through the man’s thick and messy locks, working her fingertips through to plant on the sides of his scalp. She pulled his head next to hers while he thrusted deep inside her, and pushed forth a little of her magic. 

“Sit, now,” she commanded softly into his ear. 

The man jerked to a stop, mid thrust. The movement was awkward because his momentum should have continued carrying him forward but the magic caused him pause quickly. It appeared that he noticed, because he looked down, confused, at his hips, and then back up at the witch, his eyes narrowed. The sudden motion must have been enough to shake her light spell.

Ah well, do something wrong the first time, pay twice the next. This time, Alaya did what she should have done at the beginning, knowing that the strong man’s dense skull would likely not have received as much of her magic as she’d intended. 

In a second, the woodsman was laying on the ground, face up in the leaves. He wore a look of shock and horror on his face to have been so violently and forcefully shoved by a tiny woman who moments ago was completely helpless and at his mercy. 

“What in the -”

In the next second, Alaya had leapt down on top of him like a cat upon her prey, pinning him to the ground using her short term gravity-manipulating spell. She quickly reached into a pocket in the folds of her dress and pulled out two glass vials. One full of everbane, and one of salt crystals. Dropping the salt vial to the side, she popped the lid off the everbane with her thumb, and then shoved it under his nose, causing him to breathe it in. 

The large man’s eyes rolled back and a dopey grin curled at his lips. Finally, he would now succumb fully to the sensations of sex and stop obsessing over getting home before dark. 

“Now, I can finally get what I want,” she purred down at him, a sinister glint in her eye. Alaya dug her claws into his chest and positioned her dripping pussy above his massive cock. Before she could begin to stretch herself back around his girth, the man had grabbed her hips with both hands and shoved her down his length with a grunt. Alaya gasped at the unexpected shock of pain and pleasure. Suddenly, he was insatiable, driving himself up toward her at a rate and rhythm she couldn’t control. It felt to her that she was riding a bucking stud.

Fortunately for the witch, her pantomime spell seemed to be holding, for now. She honed in on which sensations she liked, searching for the entryway to orgasm. Every couple thrusts, the lumberjack’s rod found her G-spot. She repositioned to make it every thrust now, his head rubbing the increasingly sensitive area over and over. Wetness now leaked from her onto his body, heat building inside of her. She was getting closer, but needed something to get her over the edge. 

As she was contemplating how to get him to slow down so she could properly grind her clit on his body rather than simply bouncing on him, she noticed that the pantomime spell seemed to be wearing thin. The lumberjack’s breath was becoming shorter and his low grunts began to gradually elevate in octave. 

Shit. He cannot come first. She thought, rapidly flipping through ideas in her head as to what to do to stop it before. If she used another pantomime this late, on top of the first, it could risk sealing him off too long. And, while the everbane was still working, could cause him to continue trying to fuck her long after dark, but she needed his cum sooner than later. She knew she could not afford to use any more of her internal magic on another mind trick, it would take too much out of her, and she was already running dreadfully low. Finally, with possible seconds to go, she settled on a diversion manipulation.  

With the minimal magical energy required from her and another small vial from her pouch, it was extremely simple. But it was possible it would not have the desired effect - she would just have to try it and hope. The witch placed a drop from the vial on her finger and gently smeared it under his nose. He breathed the scent in and paused.

It was essence of crushed forest moss and elderberries. She kept it mostly because it reminded her of her home growing up, and she hoped it would do something like that for him. Ideally, between this and her small magic of suggestion, he would momentarily be distracted by non-sexual thoughts. The burly man’s eyes glazed over with a distant look for a moment, and she took this to mean it was working. Seizing the opportunity, Alaya began to grind once again on the giant cock.

The burning sensation between her thighs intensified as she resumed a steady pace of her own. She supported herself with her hands on the giant boulder-like shoulders and drove her wanting clit into the space above his cock, covered with curly hair. The stimulation it was providing her nub along with the intensity of the internal friction was about to finally send her over the edge. 

She rarely squirted, but apparently the built-up tension and the pressure of an exceptionally girthy dick inside her could be one way to cause this. Around the same time Alaya’s vision began to blur, it started to feel like it was raining upward, every thrust down upon him causing splashing of warm droplets all over herself and her lumberjack’s stomach. She felt herself contracting repeatedly on him, harder than she had ever come on a cock in her life. The orgasmic experience was absolutely exquisite. 

Alaya was shaking… but she still was not done coming. She felt that she was pulling power from him with every vaginal contraction, vigor and energy flowing from his body to hers. It now radiated from her fingers and toes, an electrical current under her skin. After feeling a final jolt run through her body, Alaya fell forward onto the broad chest of the lumberjack. She could rest a moment. 

But only a moment… she still had one more task. 

The big man’s bearded face wore a vague smile. With her help, he had remained quite hard, but was currently in no state to come. However, the witch needed his cum, and quickly. Despite no fear of the night, every moment was crucial and there was no time to let him daydream. 

Let’s change that smell for you, bring you back to me…

Alaya was covered in her own juices, which gave her the idea. She slid herself off of his cock and rose to her feet, stepping up toward his head, laying on a bed of dry leaves. She knelt with her knees on either side of his head, her dress pulled up so she could see where she sat, and planted her wet lower lips directly over his nose and mouth. The raven-haired beauty rocked there for a moment, savoring the tingling sensations it gave her. She felt him moan into her pussy. 

Suddenly, the lumberjack grabbed the pretty witch’s ass and pulled her in. He seemed driven wild by her scent and was beginning to lick at her wet folds and search for her opening with his tongue. 

Ugh, this was starting to make her excited again… but she had a mission to accomplish. Somewhat reluctantly, and with some difficulty, she forced his giant hands away from her hips, and got her feet under her again. His face was now slick with her wetness and wore a look of animalistic lust. His cock stood pointing harder than ever toward the sky. 

Alaya dove toward the throbbing organ. She swiftly wrapped both hands around the shaft, as best she could, and shoved the head into her open mouth. Her dark locks fell around her face, a curtain about the lewd scene the two created. The witch always seemed to have a knack for fellatio, and she used this to her advantage, sucking and pulling the man rapidly toward orgasm. He was still slick with her fluids, making it easy for her hands to slide along him, as if an extension of her mouth and throat, which alone were no match for his girth and length. 

The sound of deep grunts and shortened breath had returned. Leaves crunched as the lumberjack dug his boots into the ground and he gripped the earth with massive hands. 

Salty and warm. The cum had hit the back of her throat without warning and almost shot out her nose. Alaya gagged and accidentally swallowed the first spurts, which concerned her as she still needed a couple drops for her vial. 

She needn’t have worried, he seemed to have quite a lot to spare, seeing that he was still leaking and lightly convulsing as she slid him out of her mouth. Alaya cast about in the leaves for the vial she had set aside. There - the rock salt. She popped the cork off the top, swiped a white drop off the head of his gradually softening penis and slid her fingertip over the top of the glass vial, then replaced the cork. Once the cum was inside the container, the salt seemed to glow for a moment, and then the salt and cum were one. Supercharged salt, she thought with satisfaction. 

Finally, feeling revitalized and holding the first crucial ingredient in her hand, the witch stood and strode off into the dusk. 

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“Oh honey… you are so wet…” 

Thornton moaned as he felt the wetness of a sexy woman on his face, as he lay in the leaves of the forest.

Within moments, however, he realized in horror that it was not what he had imagined. The lumberjack opened his eyes to see Babe, his ox, licking him in the face. And it was already nearly dark out. 

Thornton had no idea what had happened. Did he dream of a sexy woman in the woods seducing him? He admitted to himself that he must have. No one lived around here… and besides… his memory told him she seemed to have magical powers over him… and that for some reason, his grandmother appeared at one point and offered him cookies? That absolutely did not make sense, so it had to be a dream. Perhaps he had become dehydrated… or finally overdid it with all the logs. 

Thornton tried to rise, but realized he seemed extremely tired, and weak. This was extremely weird, and concerned him very much. He took every ounce of strength to climb onto Babe’s back to let him be carried home, leaving the logs for another day. 

Still… there were some amazing sensations lingering in his body that just felt so real…