“Not many visitors to me,” said Cosima. “None so pretty as you, virgin princess.”
“Please,” moaned Felisa, “this is not right.”
When she did not receive a reply from the witchwoman, the princess looked up.
Cosima stood proudly naked, her hands on her hips and her huge, heaving breasts thrust forward. Her wide hips and slightly fat legs brought Felisa’s eyes to the tufted brown obscenity of the woman’s vulgar hair.
Through and beneath this forbidden carpet, the princess saw the fleshy folds of Cosima’s womanhood. It was so unlike the princess’s own she had gazed up in a mirror, crowned with the faintest, silky patch of black hair. Felisa’s folds were as pink and delicate as flower petals. Cosima’s were thick and lewd and seemed to glisten with her arousal. The princess was too shocked to look away.
“You like?” asked Cosima, teasing a nipple with her fingertips and stroking her other hand over her vulva. “Years ago, when I travel, I have many lovers. Men who take me and some women I take. But no princess. Tonight I take a princess.”
“I… I thought you were supposed to help me.”
Felisa swallowed hard as she stared at the rama woman’s voluptuous body. The princess took one more step backwards and found she was trapped against the bed.
“You want me to lift curse? You must stay here, with Cosima. Become very… close.”
Cosima came closer and ran her hands over Felisa’s arms. Naked, the woman had a strange smell, as if she bathed in herbal tea. The scent was not unpleasant, though there was a hint of a forbidden musk that made Felisa’s loins throb with unexpected desire.
“Skin so perfect,” said Cosima, reaching up and cradling Felisa’s cheek. “Full lips. Clear eyes. Yes, very beautiful girl.”
The princess was a bit taller than the witchwoman and her posture was perfect from years of etiquette tutoring. Felisa did not move – could not move, it seemed – as Cosima slipped her hands under the childish gown and lifted it over Felisa’s head. The princess’s pert breasts quivered slightly with her nervous trembling. Her nipples were small and tan and set so they seemed slightly upturned on her round breasts.
“Mmmmm.” Cosima murmured and cupped and hefted Felisa’s right breast. She fondled it and plucked lightly at the princess’s sensitive nipple. “They will get bigger, like mine, once you’ve had some children. No, maybe not as big as mine.”
The rama woman pressed her fat mounds against Felisa’s. The warmth made the princess gasp and Cosima seized that moment to lean up and kiss Felisa on her mouth. Felisa had kissed suitors before. In some ways, she was greatly experienced at the act of passionately kissing a young man, as it served as substitute for the more carnal acts other girls her age might be performing. Cosima thrust her tongue into Felisa’s mouth and held the young princess tightly.
Felisa stiffened and raised her hands as if she might push Cosima away. Their mouths seemed to melt together. The rama woman was so eager with her tongue, so vulgar with her body, that it paralyzed Felisa. The princess’s hands slowly fell back down, finding Cosima’s shoulders and moving down her shapely body.
The rama woman pulled her kiss away for a moment, her full lips glistening with saliva, and she looked at Felisa with amusement.
“Mmmm ha ha ha, yes? Yes?”
No one was there. No one to judge them or stop this from happening.
“Yesssss,” moaned Felisa, unable to resist the primal call of her body.
It was all the permission the rama woman needed. She lifted Felisa up with surprising strength and hoisted the young princess onto the unmade bed. Her kiss was as hungry as before and Felisa surrendered herself to being devoured. She moaned into the open heat of Cosima’s mouth as the witchwoman’s hands caressed the youthful softness of the princess’s breasts.
“Such beautiful thing,” moaned Cosima between kisses. “Princess! Ripe nymph, pale and dark-haired, like phantom in bed. Her body…”
Cosima kissed Felisa’s neck and shoulder. Her kiss was wet and sucked hotly at Felisa’s flesh. That warm mouth moved lower and the princess gasped loudly as her breasts were kissed for the first time. Ah, the serpent of the witchwoman’s tongue! It sought a nipple and Cosima licked and then sucked. Hard pressure pulled at Felisa’s nipple as if she might give milk in her virgin state. She cried out and arched beneath the lewd witchwoman.
“I’ve never been touched like this,” moaned Felisa.
“Such a shame,” laughs Cosima. “Come, my night-haired beauty, I touch you so many ways.”
The searing heat of Cosima’s mouth began to move down Felisa’s virgin body. It was all happening too fast for the princess to even think of “no” as a possibility. It was as if she fell into each new act only to discover a new craving. She offered Cosima no resistance at all s the witchwoman’s hands lifted up the princess’s slender legs.
“Oh, gods, your mouth,” moaned Felisa. “Your lips and tongue. They feel like fire against my skin!”
“If you burn then I burn with you,” gasped Cosima.
All trace of mockery had left the witchwoman’s tone. She sighed and kissed lower and followed the course of her hands. The witch’s hot tongue teased Felisa’s navel. Cosima’s lips and breath met the silky hair upon Felisa’s pubis. The young princess sucked in a breath and arched to thrust her aching quim towards Cosima’s tongue.
“Yes, please,” moaned the princess. “I crave it!”
Cosima inhaled loudly with her nose against the princess’s fur. She made an appreciative sound that vibrated into the princess’s tummy. Her tongue lashed Felisa’s inner thigh and roamed closer to the princess’s dainty petals.
Felisa sucked in a deep breath and held it. She tensed. The moment Cosima’s tongue brushed against Felisa’s honeyed folds, the princess began to cum. She twisted her fingers into the bed and bucked her quim against Cosima’s tongue, so hot and confident upon Felisa’s teenaged cusp. The older woman lapped with languid heat. She seemed to savor each taste of the sweetness of Felisa’s youth and innocence as she took it, with delving tongue and with the maddening suck she gave the princess upon her swollen bud.
“Yes, yes, yesssss!”
The princess wailed. She rocked her hips and drove her juicy ripeness upon the thirsting tongue of the witch. Felisa’s cum flowed out in slick waves and coated the lips and chin of the older woman. The deeper her spasms of pleasure reached, the harder the witch seemed to suck. She sat up, her abdominal muscles straining and she suddenly grabbed Cosima’s head.
“Ohhh! It hurts! It feels so good it hurts!”
Almost as soon as the princess had spoken those words, Cosima thrust her fingers into the princess and claimed her tight channel. Felisa tried to speak and those fingers thrust out and back in an again, this time with a knuckle added by the witch, pushing insidiously at the princess’s clenched anus.
“AAaaahhhhh!”
Another orgasm climbed upon Felisa’s first and this one seemed to squeeze deep within her body. Her inner muscles gripped against Cosima’s thrusting fingers. She had, for the very first time in her life, some inkling of what it was to be taken by a man, for Cosima’s fingers were as long and persistent as she imagined any man could be.
It was exquisite. Felisa felted lifted to the heavens. A deep flush crossed the princess’s face and the pale roundness of her breasts heaved with each new breath. For long seconds, she hung in the throes of the pleasure the witchwoman gave her, until, moment by moment, like fog fleeing the sun, the pleasure receded.
The witchwoman crawled against Felisa and fell beside the princess onto the bed. Cosima breathed heavily and her face was almost as flushed as the princess’s. She reached between her plump thighs and touched the fur of her cunt. She moaned as her fingers squelched into the fleshy furrow of her pussy. Her lips parted in wordless pleasure and her eyes glittered in the candlelight. Felisa could not look away from the womanly beauty of the witch.
“Soon I teach you to lick me.” Cosima grunted
and thrust against her own fingers. “Woman tastes good. You taste very good.”
“What… what does it taste like?” asked Felisa.
“Come to kiss me,” said Cosima. “You taste yourself.”
Felisa nodded, her lashes fluttered coquettishly as she leaned into Cosima’s glistening lips. She fell into the gravity of her lust once more and her mouth opened to meet tongue against eager tongue. She tasted a faint sweetness to Cosima’s tongue that had not been there before. She wanted more and her tongue sought it deep in the witchwoman’s inviting mouth.
“Oh, yes,” moaned Cosima. “Yes, good girl. Good. I cum.”
The older woman pulled back from the kiss and pursed her lips. Her whole body began to shake with pleasure as she thrust her fingers into her wet, womanly folds. On a whim, Felisa kissed Cosima upon her ample breasts. She ran her teenage tongue over and against Cosima’s fat nipples. She tasted sweat and the astringent of her perfume. The princess sucked upon one of Cosima’s nipples, amazed by how much larger it was than her own, and excited by sucking and burying her face against the soft warmth of Cosima’s breast.
After the witchwoman was spent, they lay together, breathing, laughing quietly, with their legs intermingled. Cosima stroked Felisa’s hair in a motherly fashion and the princess kept her cheek against Cosima’s breast.
“I will make you no longer cursed,” murmured the witch. “I will make you happy woman.”
The storms came in the silence that followed. Rain drummed violently against the windows and roof and thunder rolled in the distant heavens. By the dying light of the candles and the distant flash of lightning, Felisa saw the witchwoman sleeping, and for the first time in many years she felt the lightness of happiness without fear of the future.
The rains had softened when Felisa awoke. The fire was almost out in the bedroom’s hearth and Cosima’s tossing and turning had pulled the heavy blanket away from the naked princess. There was a chill in the air that stiffened Felisa’s pink nipples and prickled her skin. She sat up in the bed and her head throbbed as if she had drunk too much elderberry wine. Cosima slept on her side with her back to Felisa, the blanket pulled up to reveal her pale flesh.
The princess studied the naked rama woman; the thickness of middle age to her thighs and bottom, the excess weight of children turned to a small roll of fat at her belly, and a scar on her back near her neck, as if a knife had been plunged into Cosima’s flesh. Where were the rama woman’s children? She did not seem so old that they all should be grown.
Desire lingered in Felisa’s loins, but it was no longer so focused on the witch. She began to suspect her attraction had been some sort of hex or mesmerism that waned when Cosima fell asleep.
The princess was uncomfortable in the presence of the sleeping witch. Her head was throbbing too much to allow sleep anyway. She pulled on the childish dress and underclothes given to her by the witch and scooped up the candelabra with the most candles still burning. She wandered out of the bedroom and into the dark hall. Though the worst of the storm had moved on, the occasional lightning flashed through shuttered glass and cracks in the ancient manor’s walls.
The noise of the outside was louder from the far western wing of the manor. Felisa could not explain why, but she was drawn towards this section of the house. It became clear that fire had damaged the hall. She stepped gingerly over fallen timbers and ducked around a hole in the roof that poured water down into the rotten floors below. Several rooms on one side of the hall had collapsed under the weight of decaying furniture and the princess was forced to walk along tilted floor to make her way back to a more stable section.
Common sense would have turned her back, but Felisa’s curiosity was stronger. No, she thought, it was something more than curiosity. It was as if a voice called out without words and drew her towards a closed door. That door seemed unremarkable and yet steam rose from the handle. Someone had placed a chain and heavy iron lock over the handle.
She lifted the lock and let it drop back down and thump against the door. There was no way for her to break through such a device.
The lock clicked. It fell with a thud and the serpentine chain clattered from the latch and dropped into a coil upon the floor. The door creaked open an inch and darkness invited the guttering light of Felisa’s candelabra.
Prin… cesssss…
The voice raised the hairs on the back of her neck. It seemed to call out as barely a whisper in her ear and yet from every direction at once.
“Who is there?” gasped Felisa.
Come… inside…
“Who is that? Do not toy with me?”
The voice did not answer. Felisa looked back down the perilous, waterlogged path she took through the hall. She wanted to go back to Cosima and her warm body. She wanted to take one of the rama woman’s fat nipples into her mouth and lay her head against that big, soft bosom like a child nursing from her mother.
But curiosity won again. She had to know what was beyond that locked door. She had to see it for her own eyes.
The room was dry at least although it was somehow even colder than the hallway exposed to the elements. Her breath steamed and her jaw quivered against the cold. Her damp hair dripped down the back of her gown. Her hard nipples rubbed against the thin material.
There came a sudden, icy burst of air and it snuffed out all of the candles. Felisa took a halting step backwards. By the weak light of her candles, she had seen a glimpse of furniture. There was a large bed and a trunk, perhaps a divan a bit closer. She reached out a hand and took a halting step towards the furniture.
A shapeless, blue-white glow appeared above the bed and illuminated the room in its bluish light. Felisa grew up with stories of the ghosts of lost sailors and swimmers and knew at once that this was a ghost. Spirits that haunted the living were rarely benevolent. Felisa’s teeth clicked together fearfully and she retreated from the blue glow.
Stay with meeeee…
The voice made her gasp with fear. She covered her mouth with her free hand. Steam gusted between her fingers. An unseen force tore the candelabra from Felisa’s grasp. She took another step back, fighting the urge to scream, and the door slammed shut behind her.
“Please,” she moaned. “Please, I have done nothing. I mean no—“
Unseen and icy fingers reached beneath the thin fabric of Felisa’s gown. Cold hands lifted and squeezed the pert softness of her breasts. Fingertips bulged visibly beneath the fabric and pinched at her already exquisitely erect nipples. The icy touch shot through her and became pleasure.
“Ohhhhhhhh!” she cried, looking on in fear as the fingers moved and pressed beneath her gown. The shape of cradling hands became visible. They cupped both breasts and stretched the fabric almost as if she wore a bodice molded to resemble the hands of a man.
Lips pressed icy cold against her neck. They moved to her ear.
Stayyyyyy with me...
The spirit’s whispering voce sent a new thrill of fear through her body. She tried to turn, but the hands squeezed tighter to her ample mounds. More fingers slid into the waist of her panties and slid them slowly down her trembling thighs. The soft panties dropped to her ankles and she whined with fear as those same hands stroked her ass and ran icy fingers over her mound.
“No, please,” she moaned. “I… I am a virgin.”
No more…
The words struck shame into the princess’s heart. Felisa knew them to be true. She had been taken by Cosima only hours before, giving her body to the woman’s lusty fingers as surely as if the rama witch had been a man. Her virginity was gone and with it the last shield of innocence that might repel such an attacker.
She was so focused on the hands that fondled her breasts and explored her nethers, that it took the princess several seconds to realize her feet were no longer on the floor. She was conveyed to the dusty bed by glowing tendrils and deposited on her hands and knees. Strong spectral hands suddenly gripped her wrists and pulled her arms straight out over her head.
This dropped her face to the dusty bed and left her backside raised and not at all covered by the indecent gown.
“No, please,” she whimpered against the bed. “Stop this! I cannot!”
Felisa fought against the ghostly hands that pinned her arms to the bed. More hands continued to molest her dangling breasts and spread her feet apart to further expose her womanhood and the pale roundness of her teenage ass.
The candelabra drifted past her view and two of the longer candle stumps popped free and began to drift in the air on their own. She experienced a sensation like an icy, wet tongue lapping at her quim and her anus. The candles disappeared from view and a moment later she felt them against her openings. The thicker candle pushed into her slick channel and she cried out into the bed. The second candle pushed harder against her tender divot and her anus yielded to the pressure. The candle slipped inside of her ass.
Both candles thrust in and out of the princess’s holes. The shame of what was happening was almost equal to the terrifying realization that she was being raped by a ghost. The wicks of both candles flared with new light and began to burn. As the candles fucked the helpless princess, wax began to drip down her thighs from one candle and onto her tender buttocks from the other. The hot wax seared painfully through the cold that seemed to envelop her body.
The candles fucked harder and faster. Her whimpering became louder. The flames burned brighter and the wax dripped hotter. Worst of all was the pleasure. It rose through the clouds of her terror like a wild beast appearing from the fog. She arched and thrust back against the spectral nothingness, driving the candles so deep into her pussy and ass that the flames seared the inner valley of her ass and her delicate folds. That momentary pain only further fueled her pleasure.
She came, gasping against the rumpled bed, steam gusting from her mouth in the unhallowed cold of the room.
“Yessssss!” she hissed as her pleasure summated the mountain of her fear.
My love...
The hushed voice of the ghost intruded upon her orgasm. For a moment, she saw the face of a handsome man floating above the headboard, half-formed in the ghostly energy that swirled around her. Then the pleasure and fear became too intense and the princess slumped forward and into a deep, nightmare-wracked sleep.
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