Chapter 2: A Royal and A Witch
The full moon shone down on the night sky, casting a silvery light on the land below. In the distance, a small silhouette could be seen darting through the air like a shooting star. It was a beautiful witch, perched atop her broom, soaring through the clouds. Her long, white hair streamed behind her in the wind, sparkling in the moonlight. She flew higher and higher, above the houses and trees, feeling the freedom that comes with flight.
The witch smiled to herself as she rode, enjoying the beautiful night. With each pass beneath her, the land below became more and more unrecognizable. She felt the wind and the stars, their energy coursing through her body, as she spiraled up and around.
The witch continued to fly, a free spirit in the night sky. With each passing hour, she became more and more sure of her place in the world.
Hazel was the mistress of the night, born to ride the skies. She felt powerful and unstoppable.
The witch's journey eventually came to an end as the sun began to rise in the east. She shifted her broom back to her cottage, Hazel landed onto her yard and strode inside her house.
It is what everyone says. Behind every beauty hides an imperfection.
The witch felt the power escaping from her like a wisp of smoke, as soon as the sun began to peek over the horizon. She could feel it slipping away, deeper and deeper into the shadows. With every lightening of the sky, her magic faded. Gone were the strong and vibrant spells that allowed her to create and bring forth the power of the night and its muted spirits. Now, even as she stood with hands raised, fingers splayed, the witch felt empty.
"Ughhh! I hate it when this happens."
In her place there was nothing, merely a mortal woman standing in the middle of a house in a beautiful forest, with a setting sun casting long shadows across the trees. The witch felt her throat closing, and she felt alone, nothing compared to how she felt when the evening sky glowed bright with starlight and the moon filled with unseen magic.
However, as the sun set, and the night drew close, she would feel the power in the soles of her feet. As if a door seems to open in her soul, and as the forest settled into darkness. Again she will be whole, and able to practice her craft.
Yes, Hazel's powers vanishes when the sun starts to shine and comes back when the sun starts to set.
"Now that I've turned into a mortal, it's time for an early stroll to the market." she mumbles. Hazel quickly grabbed her basket before storming out of her house.
The witch was walking now down the forest path, her long white silken hair swishing in the gentle breeze. The trees seemed to whisper and bend out of her way as she walked with graceful poise.
Suddenly, a splash of red caught the witch's eye. "What in the world?"
It was a tall, brooding figure lying on the ground, his clothes stained in a thick red. Upon closer inspection, the witch saw it wasn't just dirt—it was blood.
Her small feet carefully stepped around the figure as she examined him. He was handsome, she thought, with a strong jaw and an elegant profile.
His clothing suggested he was someone of noble status. But the heavy bruises and stab wounds on his body betrayed a cruel fate.
The witch kneeled by him and gently brushed the hair out of his face. She whispered a spell of healing, and the cuts started to close up slowly. His breaths came in shallow, slow beats, like an unheard melody wafting in the misty air.
Eventhough she's got no power during the day, she's still a witch. A healing spell won't be a big deal.
Hazel stared at the man, the witch was mesmerized. Too enchanted to leave him and too afraid to see if he would survive.
And so the morning's first light illuminated the misty, dew-kissed hillside.
The witch ferried an unconscious man in her arms, her powerful strides measured and certain. As she crossed a small stream that snaked around a cluster of oaks her shadow moved from side to side, like a crescent in the night sky even though it's daytime.
"Damn! This man is heavy!"
At last arrived at her home, the witch gently placed the man on her bed and knelt beside him. Her eyes swept across his face, fingers traced a delicate line over his forehead, murmuring a prayer of protection as she did so.
Hazel then busied herself tidying up the room and making an elixir of healing herbs to pour into a cup of moon-kissed water. As she worked, the gentle light of the rising sun shone upon her, dusting her with warmth and softness. A satisfied smile crossed her lips, knowing her labour had not been in vain.
When the elixir was prepared, she pressed it to the man's lips, her voice coaxing him to drink. Slowly, the potion began to take effect and the colour returned to his pale cheeks.
"Good," satisfied, Hazel walked towards her door. She stood there for a while, watching as the handsome man lay asleep in her bed. She let out a soft sigh, her form silhouetted against the light.
The witch quietly padded across the room and plopped down on the comfy couch, now her bed for the night. She pulled a faded quilt over herself and tucked it up around her chin.
Hazel is the Mistress of the Night. Which means, she's awake during the night and is supposed to be asleep during the day. And that's what she's about to do...sleep.
The gentle breeze blew her long hair around her shoulders as she closed her eyes and let the soothing sounds of nature drift her away. A small, contented smile played on her lips as she felt her conscious slowly fading.
Her body slowly relaxed as the sweet sleep overtook her. Her breaths softened and her eyelids grew heavy as she spiraled further and further away.
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Hazel awoke slowly from her slumber. The soft sound of the evening crickets filled her ears as she lay still in the quiet of her bedroom. As she opened her eyes, she realized that she wasn't wearing a single clothing!
Hazel felt a soft warmth on her chest and suddenly realized that a man was lying atop her, suckling her breast with pleasure.
In shock, Hazel hardly had the time to resist before she felt a tingle of pleasure wash over her body. She felt herself slowly melting into the man's embrace and returning his sweet kisses. His hands moved hungrily across her curves, slowly awakening a desire she had long forgotten.
"Wha-What are you doing---! Ugh!"
The man did not answer.
Hazel, however,"Ughhh!" moaned as the man suddenly thrust his two fingers deep within her. She could feel the heat radiating from his hands and the intensity of his intimate touches.
Her body trembled with anticipation as she felt him exploring every crevice of her being. His fingers were strong and vigorous as they moved in and around her body. The witch tried to control her emotions, but the pleasure was too overwhelming.
"Nnnnghh!" She closed her eyes and sank into the sensation, letting out a low moan as the man caressed and massaged her from within.
The witch felt the man's passion as he explored and she surrendered to his touch as she felt her tension and inhibitions diminish.
"Please! Deeper! Ughhh---nnngh!" She was in pure bliss as he explored her depths and found pleasure in her vulnerable state. The witch came undone as the man pushed harder and faster. Her moans grew louder as the sensation intensified until finally her body quivered with pleasure and ecstasy. The man withdrew his fingers from her body and she felt a sudden emptiness as her passion subsided.
But then, Hazel was taken aback when she felt the sudden pain of a man entering her body. She gasped in shock, her eyes widening in disbelief. She had wanted to show her power and knowledge to the man, but now she felt powerless and violated.
"Get off me!" She tried to push him away and shout for him to stop, but he was too strong for her. "Ughh shit!" He kept pushing further, his manhood penetrating her most intimate place - a place that was meant for her and her alone - with no mercy.
"Please, let me go! Stop! Stop!" The pain was unbearable and tears filled her eyes. She felt violated and powerless, her skin crawling with disgust. She tried to compose herself and tried to put an invisible barrier around her body, desperately trying to protect herself.
The man didn't seem to notice or care and continued to thrust against her mercilessly. The witch had to bite her lip and bear the pain until he was finally finished and had satisfied his own needs.
Eventually the pain subdued. The witch was now moaning out of pleasure, her eyes closed as the man was thrusting his body into her, faster and faster.
"Ughhh! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Ahhh shit."
His thrusts sent a wave of pleasure throughout her body that made her tremble and moan out louder. She felt the overwhelming intensity of the pleasure as his body kept thrusting against hers.
"Faster! Deeper! Ughhh nnnghhh! Ugh!"
The man kept his eyes on her, focusing on her pleasure as he steadily increased his speed. The witch's body grew more and more aroused until she couldn't take it any longer and let out a loud moan. The man responded with an even harder thrust and the pleasure became almost unbearable for her.
Just when she thought she couldn't take any more pleasure, the man increased the intensity of his thrusts until suddenly the pain that she had been feeling turned into pleasure. She felt her body become alive as the man kept thrusting and her moans grew exponentially louder.
Hazel yelped when suddenly, the man carried her and slammed her against the wall, his hands cupping her ass as he thrust himself deeper inside her. She gasped loudly as he filled her completely and began to rock against her.
His fingers dug into her body, his eyes wild with craving as they looked into one another's soul. The witch felt intoxicated with pleasure, her moans coming out louder and louder with each thrust. She clung to him as he continued pounding against her, pushing her to the peak of her pleasure.
The man let out one last grunt before he emptied himself inside her. She reveled in the sensation before collapsing against the man, her mind and body fulfilled.
Hazel slumped into the wall, content for a few moments until the man disengaged from her body. As she backed away, she let out a deep and satisfied moan, calming her rattled nerves as the afterglow of pleasure settled within her.
The witch fell into a nearby couch and lost consciousness.
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The wintry morning chill had awoken Hazel from her deep slumber. She carefully inched herself up to a sitting position. Every joint in her body ached as she stretched her arms high into the air. Her muscles were so sore – it felt as if she had been working out all night.
Hazel was shock to see that she had already been dressed. She let out a long groan before climbing into her warm and cozy bed.
She's a bit annoyed. The man did dressed her up but didn't bother to transfer her aching body to the bed.
Hazel was about to drip off to sleep but spotted a–letter above her pillow. She opened it.
My Lady,
I cannot thank you enough for taking care of me, treating my wounds, and being by my side in my time of need. I am humbled by all your care and compassion.
I am writing to tell you that I am the crown prince. The prince who was brought in unconscious and is now healing from his wounds. It is with great gratitude that I thank you for your tireless help and assistance in my recovery.
Thank you for being there when I needed you the most. I am in your debt.
Sincerely,
The Prince
"There's another letter..."
My Lady,
I recently shared a night of passionate pleasure with you that I greatly enjoyed. As I recall the experience, I feel a deep sense of regret for being so rough with you. I understand that this was not something you wanted nor expected, and for that I apologize. I am truly sorry that my actions caused you any discomfort.
Please know that I valued our time together very much and that I only wish to make your experience as pleasurable for you as it was for me.
Sincerely,
The Prince
"I..."
The witch sits in stillness, her gaze cast downwards. Her thoughts drift back to her recent escapade with the man who had pleasured her so completely. Hazel allows herself to indulge in the memory as she takes her time to savor it. Despite her years, she feels the innocence of youth radiating from her skin. Thoughts of the night before make her blush as her cheeks turn a gentle shade of pink.
"I was fucked by a PRINCE!?"
Weekly Power Status
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