My Fucking Witch 6

She awoke with a gasp- but this time, covered by a cloth. She looked around her; a warm fire blazed in a hearth and she was shocked by the display around her.



She was on a soft bed and the wooden floor was polished to a beautiful shine. A man was sitting on a far chair, staring at her. He must be the one who captured me, she thought.

She sat up in concern but fell back dizzily. He smiled and she felt a zing through her pussy. Her body took notice of his hotness. Her unpacified pussy began to scream for cum.

She looked at the man who had captured. He was big, much like sola and digun, but there was something gracefully dangerous about the lines in his body that suggested sinewy strength and raw masculinity.

His black hair was cropped short to his skull with military precision; unlike the hairless heads of the earlier two men. He didn't possess their bulkiness and he was almost too pretty for a man. In short, he took her breath away.

"You are a prize, witch. And I brought you here to kill you. The bloodshed you are causing is enough. A lot of men has died just to possess you and the power you unleash once they fuck you. They want to plant their seed in you, have a taste of your blood and own your absolute power".

"Wait. What are you talking about? I don't even understand all this things you are spewing! Some hours ago, my biggest problem was getting a partner to the river! Now you are saying all this things. And why will you kill me?!" She screamed.

She stood up and this time, anger gave her the strength she needed. She stalked towards him. " I didn't beg for any of this! Let me go back home!" She ranted.

He just gazed at her with passive indifference. His eyes were cold. Dead cold. "Get to the other room and make sure you wash off. If you try to escape, you'd be dead in minutes." He said with dead indifference.

He looked at her in superiority and awele felt anger fill her. How dare he?! "Does someone you want to kill need a bath?!" She sputtered. "Yes." he dead panned and pointed to the door.

She felt hatred fill her at his attitude and confidence at his ability to kill her. She stomped to the door in anger and took a bath in a wild rush. The water was cold and gave her all the clarity she needed.

"I'm not going to die" she said to herself. Not if I kill him first. How to kill him? She didn't know. She searched around for a weapon but could find nothing. "What has my life become? I'm in the clutches of a mad man!"

"Will you come, out? Or do i need to get you?!" His voice suddenly reached her. God. He may come in now. She quickly wrapped the cloth around herself and stepped back into the room.

His Beauty slapped her in the face and almost broke her into pieces. She tried her best to push back the lust. How can I be this attracted to a man who plans to kill me? She wondered.

"Without a witch, the two bloodlines will come to a truce. If you are in the picture, they'd Continue to kill themselves just to own you. Your power is intoxicating and your womb is powerful.

According to history, you are destined to carry the most powerful ruler of the earth. He will be the father to a lot of powerful men who will be great rulers."

"Every clan wants to have you carry their own seed. Their own cum. Their own child. They want your bond and are willing to kill for it." He finished up with "Killing you will end the issue. No you, no issue"

Fear filled awele at the enormity of his words and the easy way he talked about it. Something suddenly occurred to her. "Did you kill my mother?" "Yes" he replied coldly with hardly a flicker.

Fear and anger filled her and she moved like lightening towards him. To do what, she didn't know too. As she clawed at him, she was hit with lust  and along her ribcage as her internal temperature began to steadily rise.

Oh no, she thought with rising panic. Not now! She looked up at him and he started when her eyes dilated and everything became hazed in red in her vision. “arrrhhhg” she gasped, bending over as a fresh stab of arousal spiralled through her.

He caught her easily and swore “You’re on fire, damn it. You’re not supposed to phase so quickly! You should’ve had at least a few days to recover. Shit, i forgot. Didn't they cum in you?"

 "Nooo.."she groaned. Her body was primed to fuck again and this time, super bad. She began rubbing herself on him even as her mind screamed "No! He killed your mother"!

She tore off the clothe covering her and was naked in seconds. She ground h er curves on him and was shocked at the way his eyes dilated and his mien changed.

Her pheromones hit him like a slap of the face. she pressed herself against him, mindless that he was her enemy and captor.

She needed to feel skin on skin or face dying a terrible death. “Touch me,” she begged, almost sobbing. The tips of her nipples were swollen and throbbing, while her breasts bounced right in his face.

Her pussy quivered as juices dribbled from her passage, slicking the way. She could sense him fighting an internal struggle, but within seconds had her on her back on the floor.

“I can’t seem to help myself,” he admitted, shocked at his own actions as he pulled off his robe.

“Fuck, this is unnatural but I want it so badly!” He groaned as she grabbed at him, wrapping her hot hands around his long, curved length.

 He penetrated her pussy and groaned at the tightness and the wetness that swallowed his cock in one thrust.

"I'm supposed to be killing you, yet I'm Fucking you!" He groaned in despair. Awele was loving it!