A pair of large, hairy arms slipped under hers, drawing her back against a stomach she could wash clothes on. She took ahold of and parted those arms, leaning forward to treat herself to a renewed dose of the smell. “Not now, Nat!”
His hands returned to rest on her shoulders. “Why not? You’d be happier outside, with me, then in here, with this. You’d have to be.”
“I have to take the pot off the fire the moment it starts to bubble. If I don’t, a few seconds later it’ll turn black, and it’ll be ruined.” As she spoke, she had to turn her neck as he turned her to the side, starting to give her back a firm rub. “Then I have to gather half the ingredients again, and sit through another hour of this tomorrow.”
“Sounds gross,” he laughed. “You should just leave it.”
“Ugh!” The man could be so frustrating. On the one hand, she wasn’t sure she could explain why the potion was important in ten small words or less. On the other, his hand on her back felt really good. A full night of being hunched over books and ingredients was just melting away. Her eyes fluttered shut as she considered it. “If only you could do as much good for my eyes. Or my head.”
“Oh, I’ll do something to your head,” he replied, nudging her side with his hips.
“Agh, no!” Millie pulled away. “Right now I need to focus on-” Her eyes snapped back to the pot in her fireplace. The pot, and the bubbling, sickly reddish-black brew within.
“Aww, no!” she cried, slipping on a mitt and pulling the pot out before it had the chance to fill her hut with a far worse smell. “No, no, no, damn it all, no!” She turned on Nat, smacking at his chest in frustration. “Nathaniel Carpenter, you idiot! Look at this!”
That chest turned rock-hard, and she found her face planted against it. “You burned your brew,” he teased. “Does this mean you’re not busy?”
“Wha-?! After that, you think I’m going to-?!” Millie spluttered in frustration.
She took a deep breath, and sighed. She couldn’t get too mad at him. It wasn’t his fault he was dimmer than a firefly’s face, and he was nice enough. Or rather, he was one of four people who were willing to spend any time with the witch in the woods, and the only one with a penis. She just wished he didn’t think with it all the time.
Dawn broke in Millie’s mind, and she couldn’t help but grin. “You know what? I am still busy.”
As she began to collect the ingredients for a basic potion, the recently used pot caught her eye, and she paused with a grimace. She really couldn’t let that sit. On the other hand… “If you’d like to hurry this along,” she sang, “you could take that pot and a brush to the stream, and clean it out for me!” That would keep him occupied for at least a few minutes.
To her brew she added strained ivy leaves and powdered lizard tail, and once it began to bubble, she took it off the fire, and placed several branches from the same ivy vine to soak. The final ingredient she retrieved from its hiding place inside a jar nested in a jar of ashes: Her golden thread, a vital component to many magical creations.
The golden thread winding only a dozen or so loops around the spool as always brought her some dismay. Of all her ingredients, this was in some ways the hardest for her to get her hands on. She suddenly found herself intensely conflicted. Was this worth it? She was acting on a hunch. It might not work at all. Nat might hate it.
She scolded herself for such thought. To learn what was possible on its own made it worth it. If it didn’t work, the gold probably wouldn’t be wasted. Nat had always enjoyed some magical sexual experimentation, and would be quick to forgive so long as… well, so long as there was still sex in it for him.
Everything was ready not long after Nat’s return. Millie extracted the vines, weaving them into a braid made sturdy by the golden thread. “I’m not lifting my skirt for you today,” she explained, “but I do have something I’d like to try, if you’ll lower your pants.”
Without hesitation, the front of Nat’s pants came down, presenting his manhood to her. She knelt before him, ignoring his stupid grin or the way it started to rise as she did. Wrapping the vines behind his balls, she completed the loop over the top of the shaft, a quick spark turning it into a single, unbroken ring.
Nat stared at the ring in confusion, poking at it as Millie rose to her feet. “Come see me again tomorrow. Leave this on until then.”
With a giddy grin, Nat departed. Millie wondered what he thought was going to happen, to look so pleased about it. Maybe he didn’t feel he needed to know.
* * *
“Nothing too time-consuming, please! Nat might be along any minute.”
Sophie looked to Millie questioningly, which quickly turned to a suggestive grin. “Oh? And you’ll need me to leave when he arrives?” She stowed the potatoes away and began cracking eggs.
Sophie’s quick understanding was unsurprising, but still, Millie couldn’t help but blush in the face of her casual judgement. “It’s not like that! Well, it’s half like that. I did a bit of magic yesterday, and I need to see if it worked.”
“Magic you can’t share with a fellow ‘sinner’?” Sophie pressed playfully, stirring the eggs in the pan, adding seasonings from the rack.
“Magic I doubt you’ll want to see.”
“Ah ha. ‘Half like that,’” the milkmaid chuckled. As she finished cooking, her gaze grew distant and dreamy, her smile soft.
As she finished she served up the eggs into two plates, alongside wedges of cheese. “Well, if you ever have some ‘bewitching’ that needs to be done to a woman, you know I’m always here.”
Millie returned a smile she hoped was gracious. Sophie’s was a love that few could understand, hence the need to hide her relationship with the farmgirl Daisy at the witch’s cabin. Millie had accepted a flattering invitation from her in the past, and learned that it was no accident that it was men that drew her eye. She couldn’t help but regret this, slightly. Sophie had the sweetest heart. It was a shame to think she might have let her down.
When the knock came at the door, Sophie bounced to her feet, and was halfway to the door before Millie could rise. “I’ll get it!” she sang.
Throwing open the door, she greeted the man with a cheery, beaming “Why good morning, Nat! You know what? I think the goat would like some time grazing. I’ll take her out to the field.” She slipped out past him. “You can have the rest of my lunch, if you like! Maybe Millie’s, too, if you feed her instead.”
Then, she was gone, leaving Millie stunned at the whirlwind she’d just witnessed, blushing slightly at the innuendo which had surely gone over the man’s head. She distracted herself with another forkful of egg as Nat stepped in, closing the door behind him. “Good morning, Nat.”
“Mornin’, Millie,” he replied as he strolled around the table, passing the vacant chair to stand right beside her. “So, how about it?”
Her blush redoubled, and she tried to tell herself it was frustration with his behavior. “Have a seat. I’d like to finish eating.” Stop pointing it at my face! she mentally added.
With a grin that made an infuriating mockery of being knowing, he plopped into the chair. He simply watched her as she ate the next few bites. “Come on. You put this thing on me. What’s it do?”
“You’ll see soon enough.”
“Is it gonna make my dick twice as big?”
Millie slapped a hand over her mouth, barely controlling a laugh and the very undignified side-effect that would have come with it.
Nat leaned in. “Is it gonna charm any woman who sees it?”
She managed to swallow before he finished, and shot him a smiling glare. “No! Why would I do that?”
“Is it gonna make my dick three times as big?”
Millie slapped her fork down. “All right, I can’t take any more of this.” She rose from her seat, and moved onto his eagerly awaiting knee. He gave no comment as she pulled the front of his pants down and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. She was dying to know. “Shearsnick!”
She drew up her hand, and easily lifted his package right out of his pants.
In her surprise, she nearly dropped it again, then gave a triumphant laugh. Her excitement quickly drained again as Nat’s head rolled back, and he slumped in the chair.
“Nat?” With rising panic, she patted his chest, and leaned over him to try to get a look in his eyes. “Nat?!” Had she somehow hurt him? Severely hurt him?! How is this possible?! her mind raced. It worked! He shouldn’t have felt a thing! Is he bleeding?!
Millie’s eyes snapped frantically from the base of the dick in her hand, to its normal place at his groin, and back. There was no blood; no sign of injury of any kind. There was just Nat’s normal skin. Save for matching bald patches on either portion, he looked every bit as if he’d simply been born that way. Every sign pointed to the ring having worked as intended!
In further defiance of logic and expectations, she noticed his dick getting harder. In her panic-firm grip, its tip was creeping past the end of her palm.
She stared at it, her mind doing flips in search of an explanation. What did this say about the nature of arousal? Could she even afford to think about this right now? Could this hold the explanation?
At a loss, not knowing how or if it would help, she stuffed his disembodied member back into place. To her startlement and relief, a pleasant moan began deep in his gut, and his head rose to stare at her with a dazed, goofy grin.
Millie cried out in a mixture of excitement and relief, throwing an arm around the man’s shoulders and clutching him tight. “You’re okay!” She pulled back again, studying his eyes. It was such a normal look for him that in context it seemed surreal. “You’re okay. How- What just happened?!” She didn’t expect him to be able to explain, but she needed to hear what he’d just experienced.
“Aww, Millie, why’d you stop?” he drawled. “That was great!”
She gripped him by his shoulders, staring into his eyes, trying to convey the seriousness she felt. “What. Happened?”
Nat’s eyes rolled back dreamily, and he chuckled. “Mmmm… It felt reeeeally good. Like, everywhere felt good, and I felt… I dunno. Like a…” he mimed at hugging himself. “...like a squeeze, like… not a hug, but… I dunno. It just felt really good. Like the best thing ever!”
Like he was being squeezed, and his whole body felt good. Millie stared at him, stunned. It was pretty clear what it sounded like, but what it sounded like wasn’t possible. No man literally thought with his dick.
His arms engulfed her, drawing her in. “Hey, now. Why you look like that? It’s okay. It was good!”
He was trying to comfort her now? For this? On the other hand, maybe he was right. Seconds ago, she’d been terrified that she’d hurt him. He was fine. Clearly, she needed to calm down. His arms certainly helped with that. She relaxed, leaning into him. He’d enjoyed the experience! A laugh crept out of her, and she hoped she didn’t sound too much like she was going mad.
“Can you do it again?”
She should have expected that. It was Nat, and his penis felt good. Of course he’d want to try it again.
The thing was, that burning curiosity was rising again. The need to know. She snickered to herself. That wasn’t the only need she felt rising deep within her. The image of Nat’s dick, or Nat as his dick, sitting there in her hand, functional and aware, was unaccountably exciting. The things she could do with him like that… Her hand was back wrapped around his balls before she knew it.
“You’re sure?” Millie prodded. Witches had a reputation for taking advantage of people, and she’d be damned if she lived up to it herself. “You’re going to be helpless in my hands. Are you sure this is what you want?”
Nat chuckled, pulled her in tight, and kissed her. “If it feels like last time, I don’t care.” She couldn’t have asked for an assurance that felt more sincere.
As his hold on her eased up, Millie was glad she was still seated on his knee. She felt unsteady. Her hands shook. Was she really ready to try this again? Nat watched her expectantly. It was all too exciting! She needed to do this! “I’ll make sure it feels better!”
She laid her thumb and pinky against the ring. ”Shearsnick!
Again, Nat slumped in the chair, head lolling back. But that wasn’t Nat anymore, was it? Carefully, she drew him out of his wool enclosure.
Something about his state must have excited him, because already he was growing longer and straighter in her hands. She was struck by how he managed to look at once strange, ugly, cute, and desirable. On impulse, she tried petting him, and he twitched and bobbed in response. Of course, that’s not what he really wanted, and a twitch from between her own legs reminded her that neither did she.
On her way to her bed, she dropped her own underwear, and flipped up her skirt as she took a seat on the side of it, putting one foot up.
A few experimental insertions found her frustrated, however. How was she to hold this thing? Wrapping her hand around the base, the balls got in the way. Further up, and she lost a lot of length. Gripping around the stump-end, as if her palm were the skin it belonged on seemed best, but the motion this involved seemed too much like pulling on the dick, something she was sure she wasn’t supposed to do. If only she knew what he was feeling…
If only she knew what it felt like. The answer was right there, and even considering it gave her excited shivers.
She held Nat out in front of her. Wet nearly all over, he was as hot, big, and red as she’d ever seen him. Clearly, she’d already kept her promise that this time around would feel even better.
She couldn’t even begin to guess what it would feel like, what it would mean! Nat said it himself: If it felt good, he didn’t care. It’s not like she couldn’t remove him again just as easily.
There was no question. She had to try it!
Millie turned Nat to point away from herself, and lowered him to just forward of her womanhood. Fighting back nerves, she set him in place.
It was like a wave washing over her: First, her mind was overwhelmed, then whatever it was quickly ebbed away. She was riding the aftermath of a mind-destroyingly powerful erotic experience. Several whole minutes of the bliss of being sensitive all over. Of being handled, gripped, and inserted into the most heavenly place. It still seemed all too brief. Suddenly, she had a whole body again.
Minutes? Surely the wave had passed in less than a second. She gave her head a rough shake, trying to clear away the muddy uncertainty. It was like being on the verge of waking and dreaming, being told two contradictory stories, and not being quite sure which was true.
None of that seemed as important as the insistent feeling from her groin. She came here to fuck, and clearly, there were still good times to be had. But with whom?
As she rose to her feet, she let her skirt drape back down, cringing at the strange stimulation this caused the dip of her dick, and imagining the streak this must have caused. It could be cleaned, but why had she been so careless?
The inert form of Nat was still slumped in its chair. She strolled around it briefly, examining it from all sides. As much as she enjoyed a roll in the sheets with him, using his vacant body to relieve herself didn’t sound appealing at all.
But there was someone else around, wasn’t there? Someone who’d definitely be interested.
She needed to find Sophie.