My Fucking Witch 8

The voice whispered huskily in her ears. And before she knew it, they were in front of a huge monstrosity of huts.


She was roughly pulled inside the house and fear engulfed her all over again. What did she do to deserve all this? Being a pawn in the hands of so many men?

"I want to sample your cunt, you witch," the sinfully delicious voice muttered. She shivered at the sound and turned to see his face.

His face was a kaleidoscope of scars. He looked extremely Gothic, yet good looking. Half his face had slashes down to his neck and the other half was sinfully gorgeous.

Right now, the other half was turned towards her and she couldn't get over his looks. He looked like a devil and an angel at the same time.

His face was all sharp angles and his brows was full and perfect on one side, while the other was singed as if a fire burnt it off.

He smiled wickedly and then frowned. That sent a shiver of fear through her. "You stink of that bastards' cum. Come take a bath." he dragged her towards an outhouse.

And he didn't bother to turn his back. As she moved to protest, he silenced her with a glance that sent shivers up her spine. This man is evil incarnate.

Awele could feel evil surrounding him and could see the souls of the people he had sucked dry. But that didn't stop his perfect looks from moving her.

She quickly took her bath and he roughly dragged her to his room. He called for a servant and a man rushed in quick.

"Get this bitch a wool cloth. She shivers and i need her cunt warm." The man rushed to do his biding and she realized how abused he was.

She looked around herself. Every where was in a state of disrepair. The wood were worn and un neat.

The man brought in a wool cloth and she hastily wrapped it around herself. The cloth was worn and moth bitten.

He advanced on her and she took several steps back. He smiled and she could feel the joy her fear gave him.

He loves the chase and loves the way she ran. Her gaze darted from one room to the next, looking for an escape but everywhere she looked, pairs of eyes peered at her from darkened alcoves and musty rooms.

There's no escape. She doesn't want to fuck this man! He is evil. I'd fight him with my last breath, she thought.

He saw her looking at around and grinned evilly. "There's no escaping me, witch. You are trapped. I'd love to assume I'm the first one to fuck and cum in you because that bastards cum cannot fertilize your egg. He's not of the bloodlines and i frankly can't fathom how he wasn't immune to you." he said speculatively.

I didn't even want to understand. All i know is that this evil being must not touch me..

My instinct screamed against it and my body crawled with disgust at the thought of of him touching me.

I seriously miss that bastard who didn't tell me his name. I'd take him a million times over this beast.

A wave of pain crashed through me at his death. Although he was frosty, he wasn't evil. This man right here is the epitome of evil and I'm not going to carry his child.

He suddenly whistled and a group of about 7 men came out. They looked extremely huge and tall. They flanked her and the beast.

"This right here are my bodyguards." he suddenly grinned. "Forgive my manners ma'am. I'm known as Adisa" and he bowed down.

He stood up and a lavicious glint roared around him. "Time to fuck." he said simply.

Her instincts roared to life and she ran. Tried to squeeze her way past the circle of men; and would have succeeded if not for the slam of lust that made her knees buckle.

They caught her and they wanted to mate with her. And the idea was beginning to appeal to her on some sick level. The arousal was clouding her logical mind.

All she could think about is the fact that a lot of men surrounded her. Her pussy began to weep for cock.

She tried so hard to fight it. But the more she did, the more the agonized pain took her.

She could feel her defense crumble and the men began to look more and more attractive to her. The scent of their masculinity wrapped around her and made her want to fuck.

They pushed her back into the circle. Adisa stalked to her and pulled out his jutting cock.

It was monstrous and thick, with a dripping bead of moisture escaping the tip, that drew her attention.

He noted her riveted attention to the bobbing length and he grinned with pride. “Like what you see?” Yes! The word screamed in her head but she simply smiled.

The fire of lust consumed her and she was ready to succumb. He pressed his mouth against hers, jabbing his tongue in as he pressed against her.

She kissed him back, dueling with his tongue without reservation, desire and lust clouding her logical mind.

He was rough in his touch but she didn’t care. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he squeezed her breasts hard enough to leave a bruise.

The nipples were reddened and aching, needing to be handled and sucked. He pinched the tips meanly and she shuddered against him.

He dipped his long finger inside her, testing her slick passage and withdrew only to pop it into his mouth, tasting her. “Sweet like honey,” he said roughly before pushing her onto the ground.

Ahe totally forgot about the other men that are present in the room. His cock stood hard and proud.

He came down with her and slapped her thighs open. Her legs fell open in desire and deep down where her senses resided, she knew she was doing the wrong thing.


There was little finesse as he mounted her and jammed his cock deep inside her.

She howled — half pleasure and half agony — as his massive body moved against hers, pumping into her heat with brutal strength.

The scent of testosterone wrapped around her and made her wetter- more vulnerable to his plundering cock.

She could feel the ridges of his fat cock as he rode her hard, biting and growling as he worked her cunt.

She whimpered, her mind rebelling even as her body craved more, and lost herself to the power to procreate.

She couldn't help herself!