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“Get on with it, then.” Evelyn spreads her legs wider, the heels of her skin-hugging boots pressed into the forest’s dirt, and uses the tree she’s braced again to push her ass further out. “Just because the townspeople don’t normally come this far doesn’t mean they never will. I’ve got chores still, too, back in the Demon Realm. I’ve only time for a quickie today, remember!”
Caleb stares down at the ass being offered to him with wide eyes. He blushes like his dick isn’t already hanging out of his pants, pointing up at the round cheeks and pretty asshole in front of him. He blushes like her soft lips weren’t just wrapped around his cock only a moment ago.
“Well?” Evelyn looks back at him with a sly, inviting smile. “Don’t tell me you’re getting shy now.”
“Hardly,” Caleb laughs. For all his years of attempted piousness, all attempts at bashfulness seem to leave him as soon as the animal-like hunger she’s put in him starts to buzz through his teeth, and being coy has never gotten him very far. He finally grabs hold of Evelyn’s ass, pulling her cheek away from her asshole so he can get a good look. His other hand goes to fist his cock, which is still wet from Evelyn’s mouth.
Evelyn pushes her ass back against his hand, swaying her hips invitingly and making her penis swing cutely between her legs in the process. Caleb wants to grab it too, maybe taste it, but getting inside her feels far more pressing at the moment. There will always be later.
Caleb swallows. “I haven’t any—”
“Oh, right. Here.” She reaches into the pocket of her tangled skirts, struggling to find it in all the twists and folds bunched up around her waist. “Is it—? Yes, there it is. Tada!” She hands Caleb a strange-looking container.
Caleb lets go of his dick to take it from her, palming the small vial. He stares at the cork, which is decorated with a strange figure of a bird, and the star-shaped golden spots which cover the opaque blue vial. He stares for what feels like a solid five seconds, just blinking in confusion at the beauty of it. All it’s meant for is oil. What’s the point of it being so— so gorgeous!
“What is this for?” he asks, his eyes stuck on the raven-like bird ornament.
“Never worry, Caleb, it’s only the same lube as ever. I just put it in a cuter container so it’s less obvious. Pretty clever, hm? It’s one of the bottles that holds hand sanitizer, but don’t worry, I cleaned it out really well first. It shouldn’t burn your poor pickle!”
Caleb has no idea what she’s talking about. Is ‘hand sanitizer’ another of her potions? A witch’s brew? “I meant the appearance. It’s quite beautiful.”
“Thank you!”
“But why?” He scratches behind his ear with a single finger. “What need are you of such an ornate container for oil?”
Evelyn laughs, dropping her face beneath her arm braced against the tree. “Not everything needs to be so brutalist all the time! Beauty and art are the joy of us all, Caleb. You’re an artist too, so you surely understand.” She turns to him with that familiar twinkle in her eye, the same one that made him fall in the first place, before he was even spellbound by the fire in her palms. The fire in her eyes got him first. “Although, you’re welcome to be brutalist with me.”
Caleb swallows. He is no longer curious about the oil’s container. He is instead quite preoccupied with trying not to grasp it so tightly in his palm that it breaks into pieces. “I couldn’t hurt you,” he lies.
She always sees right through him; Evelyn just laughs. “As long as you use that lube, I should be just fine,” she flirts. “And if I’m not, well, more fun for you, isn’t it?”
Caleb smirks. “Is it that obvious?”
“I may not be spectacular at beastkeeping, sir, but I know an animal when I see one.”
Amused, Caleb pulls the cork and pours the cool, sticky substance into his hand. It doesn’t feel great to apply directly to his dick, but he doesn’t have the patience to warm it up—and anyway, after so long of wishing for this particular piece of anatomy, he finds most stimuli quite appealing, even if not strictly pleasurable. And of course, the sooner he can get inside of Evelyn, the better, so, animal that he is, he focuses on wetting the head of his dick, then the sensitive middle, and upwards towards the base beneath his pubic hair, until it all seems slick enough to him. “Ready?”
Her eyes glued to his hand on his sex, Evelyn gives him a small moan. “You ask silly questions. You wouldn’t make me wait longer, would you?”
Caleb laughs. “I am, according to Philip, quite cruel.”
“Little ones,” Evelyn giggles. She moans again, a little noise meant seemingly entirely for herself. “How hopeful I am that I should agree with him when you have finished with me.”
Caleb scoffs, grinning, but doesn’t leave her waiting any longer. A challenge is a challenge—and after all she has given to him, he is happy to give this (and take it too). He takes a step forward, pulls the hem of his shirt up to hold in his teeth, and angles his slippery dick against her asshole. Luckily, he doesn’t need to work too hard to get the head in; Evelyn’s propensity for solitary fun means that she opens up nicely, though the size the healer gifted him with means she’s still divinely tight. Caleb bites back his moan to soak in Evelyn’s, feeling his dick twitch up against her insides at the noise.
When she braces herself further against the rough tree bark, panting, Caleb grins. He wants to tease her for being so reactive, but he just lets his shirt fall and tells her, “You have a pretty voice.”
“Thank you,” she breathes. “I don’t often hear such.”
“Then I will tell you often: I like it,” he says again, warmly. He takes his shirt off quickly, tossing it into the dirt where Evelyn’s bag is resting, and tosses the lube onto it too, careful not to hit the little red cardinal that’s returned to wooden form. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Evelyn laughs. “Please,” she breathes.
And he does. He should probably be a little more gentle, being that sound carries through the woods, but he’s pent up like he’s never been before thanks to the constant work to keep himself and his brother fed, establishing political connections so as to keep Philip literate and their home in their possession, all while keeping secrets from everyone in the settlement… It’s frustrating. Sometimes, even he is overcome with rage—a desire to wet his teeth with blood and make every pretty thing suffer for his troubles. He sates those needs with Evelyn’s soft skin, digging his nails into the give of her ass, leaning over her to taste the sweat at her neck and feel the tense muscle against his lips, his teeth… He fucks her like the animal she so desires him to be, letting the skin of a man he wears slip away into the more honest, bestial things beneath. The things she lets him be—the things the townspeople say God punishes and yet they reward with riches and status.
Caleb fucks her like it will turn his world to rights. He grabs her by her beautiful auburn hair, slips his fingers into her mouth to grasp her jaw tightly and hear her gag, and forces his cock in and out of her tight ass to hear her yip and cry like a little animal herself. There is no greater joy than to let her feel the full extent of the strange, one-time potion she had introduced him to—all 7½ inches of it. She seems to enjoy the fruits of her labor. Although, with the way she gnashes her teeth like a beast, her fangs glistening with her spit when he pulls her head back, biting down on his fingers with her sharp witch’s teeth, it’s unclear. Her sharp nails reach for his thighs, for his forearms, and do not fight him. She cries out, moaning and whimpering, but she does not scream. She takes his cock and chokes on his fingers and mewls like a wounded animal but she doesn’t fight back, not with magic nor with fists. Caleb always knew there was some sin in him that could not be escaped, but to know it takes this shape—and can be shared with a woman like Eve—is intoxicating. To know Evelyn’s insides are split apart by some part of his anatomy, some part of him which aches from the pleasure of it all, overstimulated and forever needing more, more of her, is intoxicating.
Caleb does not believe Eve capable of putting him under a witch’s spell. Not like the settlers of Gravesfield believe. Still, he is enraptured by her. He will follow her through anything, to anything, under any circumstance. No matter the cost.
This may change when his cock is no longer lost in the plushness of her body and his senses are regained again. He has found, however, that the longer the love burns inside him, the less effective the scare tactics of the church and its people become. Every time he looks into her eyes and sees his Evelyn, he becomes less and less willing to remain in the terrible life he has fought so hard to build for himself.
Caleb pulls out and growls a strange noise he did not know himself capable of. His hands fall from Evelyn and he takes one step back. “Turn around. Now.” His voice is harsh, like it is in court—or in the home.
Evelyn, her pale face ruddy with endurance, turns on shaky, deer-fawn legs, and blinks her large hooded eyes at him. “Caleb—?”
He doesn’t answer. He comes forward again, pushing her against the tree once more to hook his arms beneath her knees and hold her aloft. He feels her sex against his skin and kisses her hungrily. Until he met her, he did not even know he was starving. Now he survives between feasts, malnourished and yet impossibly full. She whines into the kiss, always far too careful with her fangs, so he bites her lips, assaults her tongue with his own, and once again enters her with the brutality she craves.
Eve groans, almost grunts, at the sudden invasion. He licks the sound up greedily.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells her through nearly-clenched teeth. His balls slap against her ass, his cock so much deeper now that he has her knees against her shoulders. He presses his nose into her cheek and fucks, letting the velvet of her core stoke that fire into a flame, burning and coiling tight in his gut. The feeling of her breath, pushed hotly through her teeth as she growls against the force of the friction, spurs him to fuck her faster, harder, and he grasps her soft, apple-round cheeks in his palms to press their foreheads together as he fills her with his cum. The feeling of it leaking down over his cock is still as incredible as the first time.
Careful not to sully his clothing, he pulls out and lets her droop a little against the tree. “Lord forgive me,” he curses. “The flames of Hell will be more than worth this.”
Evelyn pants. Her face wrinkles a bit in confusion, the way it always does when he mentions God or the church, but she makes no comment in reply. She sighs only, “Caleb, please…”
Caleb stares down at her blankly, his own mind still clouded with strange thoughts of ecstasy and victory. Then it clicks. He laughs and nods. “Shall I put my mouth on you?”
“I… I really need to be going…” Although she looks tempted.
Caleb kisses her dark, swollen lips. He wants still to taste the blood in them. He doesn’t want to keep her too long, however—what they’ve done here is unlawful, after all, and though her sounds could be mistaken for a cat in heat or a very pleasured fox, his definitely could not. So he takes his hand and cups the head of her penis loosely and strokes quickly, efficiently, as she prefers when she’s close.
And close she was: Evelyn clenches in his arms, dripping semen from her ass at the same moment it spurts from her sex over his hand and chest. She cusses something familiar in her witch language as she does, grasping him with her usually gentle hands, tossing her head as she gasps and whines. When the cum runs out, he keeps the movements, focusing further on the underside of the head until she is forced to beg him to stop.
Caleb laughs into her mouth. “How cute you are,” he teases.
“Bully,” she grumbles, looking quite pleased through her exaggerated pout. “I have to walk all the way home like this, you know.”
Caleb hums sympathetically. “And may all the men who see you along the way thank me for my fine work.”
Eve snaps her teeth at him. She can’t hide her smile. It falls quickly, however. “I wish I could stay with you. Or bring you home! I’d love to feed you and Philip both just one day’s worth of proper meals.”
Meals. Plural. Caleb thinks he’d grow ill if he ate more than once a day. His body aches for it, though, and his heart too.
Afterglow fading, Caleb keeps a smile on his face for Eve’s sake as well as his own and lets her gently down to stand on her own feet. He tries to fix her hair, thankfully practiced from years of picking twigs and bugs out of Philip’s own mane. “One day,” he says, frightened by the hope that sparks in his chest at his own words. He distracts himself from the flurry of sudden emotion by pulling on his dirtied shirt. “For now, let us focus on keeping ourselves from trouble.”
“The illusion magic should keep us safe from prying eyes, at least.” Caleb hadn’t even noticed she’d cast a spell. It must have been while she was sucking his cock earlier. He’s always very distracted when her mouth is on him. “There isn’t much magic to clean a mess like this.” She hums thoughtfully. “Although…” She digs through her pockets again, made easier with her skirts weighed down around her legs and not pushed up to her neck, and pulls out a stone. “Here. I use this to disguise myself when I want to sneak around town! Even Mother can’t recognize me with this on.” She giggles as she presses the blue stone into his hand. “Just think of how you appeared when you arrived to see me. Imagine yourself looking that way as hard as you can.”
He doesn’t need much imagination for it to work. In a strange pulse of turquoise blue light, he is fully dressed once more and free of any mess. “Oh!”
“Beware, Caleb. Your willy is still out. It just looks like it isn’t.”
“Ah!” It is a strange experience to tuck it away into his wet trousers when he cannot see his penis at all and the trousers appear both buttoned and dry. “Witchcraft is…”
“Awesome?” she guesses, grinning.
“I am awed,” he admits. And then he sighs. “This spell will last until I return home?”
“It should. The magic is in the stone itself, so don’t worry. Just don’t let anyone smell you!”
Caleb laughs through a noise of disgust.
Eve takes a deep breath, which is exhaled through a sad sigh. “Alright. Off with me. I…” She smooths her skirts. “I’ll miss you, Caleb.”
“‘Til we meet again, my love.”
Caleb watches her go, well-fucked and kiss-bitten, and wishes he could follow. To eat a meal with her family or watch her island’s sunrise are things he desires more than anything. But he must return, back to the shack he calls home, where Philip may yet wait for him. Caleb sighs. He’ll have to send Philip out to fetch water for washing clothes. He only hopes the boy doesn’t ask too many questions…