My Fucking Witch Ends.

Awele didn't understand how she hated someone and yet she was enjoying the fucking he was giving her.



She wished the lust riding her could just leave and stop her from making this horrible mistake.

But she couldn't help herself. She was nothing but a pawn in the hands of the gods.

And damn, this lashing was amazing. She felt him flood her womb with his poisoned seed.

She howled as he pumped deeply into her, depositing load after load inside her until she could feel it dripping from her core to the frozen ground beneath her.

She shuddered, unable to fight her body’s need for sex during this time- no matter who it is. Pleasure knifed through her as her womb contracted.

It was sucking up all that rich thick cream inside her, drawing it past her cervix and into the safe haven of her womb.

Waves of pleasure made her scream and she cried in shame at her own depravity. She couldn't believe what she had done.

She felt the satisfaction that filled him as he pulled his sticky cock out of her and it was like a plug was pulled.

Sudden anger filled awele. Why should I have to endure all this? Just because I'm a woman? I get fought over just like a piece of possession and nobody even wants me.

Her heart pittered again at the thought of the stranger whose name she didn't know. She didn't know where the super human strength came from.

She jumped at one of the men in the circle and pulled free his knife. She ran at adisa and stabbed him straight in his heart.

The look of shock that froze his face was amusing - if she was in a good mood that is. Right now, she was out for blood.

The rest of the men ran to her and she twisted the knife deeper in his chest. Blood gurgled out of his mouth and she saw the moment that life seeped out of him.

His men seemed confused as to what to do- they were headless without their chief. They all stood motionless and Infact, no one made a move towards her.

Suddenly one of them dropped to his knees and the rest followed suit. She didn't bother to understand. She was taking this chance at escape.

She fled the huts and wrapped the tattered wool cloth tightly around her. Every where here didn't seem familiar and she just killed one of her probable baby father.

The shock of killing was still racing through her blood. Ever since her crazy journey started, this is the first time she was out in the open alone and it was very very very cold.

She suddenly felt a nudge from behind and tried to turn the knife on the person. When she saw her mum.

Confusion assailed her. "mama! You are alive! I thought you were dead!"
"God forbid my death, awele. I was delayed at the market and I saw you sleeping out here alone".

What? Sleeping? Awele looked all around her. And she realized something. She was in her mother's compound! She rubbed her hands on her eyes.

She was wearing her normal white loin cloth and she must have dozed off against the hut fence while waiting for her mother!

"Stand up and let's go in. This cold is too severe." mama said.

Awele stood up and took several steps. The ground was firm! She pinched herself and it hurt!

It was all an elaborate dream.

Her loincloth was wet with cum though.