This story is part of Three Spelling Mistakes’s Flash Fiction Friday meme.
We were set the following picture as an inspiration, and some constraints!
Word Limit: 400
Bonus Words: +100 if she can kick ass.
Required Phrase: ”Hell hath no fury…”
Forbidden Word: Kryptonite
Extra Credit: Give someone a cheesy accent.
“It’s an amazing feat.” I ogled the restrained woman ignoring me. “That’s three-quarters of the town’s menfolk sleeping off their tryst with you. Plus two heart attacks.”
Her naked body glistened; the streams of light through the crypt left lines on her supple skin and bedraggled hair. She snorted defiantly at me. “Let me go!”
“You’re under a spell,” I replied, impatiently tapping the metal bars that imprisoned her, and glanced at the ropes that curbed her arms from moving. “A mischief put on an innocent woman.”
She clenched her fists as I touched her cool skin, sliding my hands through the bars and running my fingers over her hairless mound, before violating her moist crack. She groaned, pushing her hips closer to the bars, eager for me to continue.
She simpered, growling with impatience as my fingers glided over her wetness, rubbing her pearl between my fingers, and feeling a hardness form within my trousers. There was no resistance to sliding into her, massaging her G-Spot, as my thumb pressed against her lubricious button.
She panted: desperate and horny; she squealed with unrestrained zeal: two hours had elapsed since her last ravishment, and she needed more. “Maybe not,” I teased, smirking as I backed away from the cage and the frustrated woman.
“Let me go,” she screamed.
“When you answer my questions. Who did this to you?” Her eyes sparkled a violent shade of crimson, as the dungeon was consumed by a cacophony of excruciating pain and anger, before the cage burst open, and she leapt free.
I hadn’t even taken a step when my body was bundled to the ground, and her weight pressed on top of my thighs; my green “Witch Patrol” shorts were torn from my body to uncover my erection. Her eyes sizzled alarmingly, as warm hands touched my cock.
We both knew what would happen: I could not resist, no man could fight the lust of a bewitched woman. I could smell her arousal as she her soft nether lips closed over the tip of my cock; warm, tight and utterly taboo!
I wanted to kiss her firm tits inches from my face, squeeze her butt or touch her, but she pinned my hands to the ground as she leant over me, rocking her hips passionately against my waist and saturating my loins with a rousing fire. She grunted and panted as she raced towards her climax, sending waves of pleasure with every movement.
She screeched as she came: her eyes sparkled and her breasts heaved; her pussy clamped around my cock, squeezing it tightly to thunder past my point of no return.
I groaned, as waves of orgasmic ecstasy powered through my cock and a surge of cum spewed into the enchanted woman. She squealed and tightened her cunt, forcing ever more intensity from my climax, until the world went dark.
I was sated.
I was spent.
I was under her spell like everyone else.
Hell that no fury, like a nymphomaniac restrained.
I am at Eroticon 2014 this weekend, so my commenting on other Flash Fiction Friday submissions may not be as quick as usual! Photo © Jeanloup De Loupe
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