A weary, road-worn, man appeared at the edge of the forest, crackling out of the dense undergrowth to one side. Seeing the path, he paused and wondered where it would lead him. He had been finding his way through this seemingly endless forest for two days now and had thought that it was completely virgin. The wood of the trees had never felt an ax slash at their skin, and the animals appeared totally innocent to the ways of man, approaching him without fear of being slain. Confusion and frustration clouded his brain and he paused as if to get his bearings. Looking about himself, he searched for the sun in an attempt to determine which way to travel next. Yet the trees towered over him, greenly shielding any defining features of the sky above. Shaking his head, he sighed and stepped out onto the path.

Seeking only a place to rest and pass the night,  he set out along the path, hoping to perhaps find a cottage or some other dwelling place of a forest denizen.  As his steps lead him deeper into the woods, he  became aware of the slight mist that seemed to come from nowhere, yet was everywhere at once. Although he thought it strange that it had appeared so suddenly,  he was too tired from his recent wanderings to give it more than a passing thought. Peering into the thickening trees trying to get his bearings, he noticed a tall graceful willow standing alone in a glade of primordial trees. Pausing, he wondered how this lone willow came to be in such an odd place. As his eyes traced the draping branches of the willow, it began to shimmer and fade. Stopping in awe, the traveler watched as the willow slowly became a woman's body. As the tree faded and her body became solid, he let out a soft inhalation, realizing that he had been holding his breath. He recognized magic in the making and knew that this was the reason he had failed to find his way out of the forest. As the form before him solidified, he saw that the woman (was she a witch?) before him was clothed in a clinging white garment that bore a close resemblance to spider webs. Hints of her brown nipples peeked from the out of the cloth enticingly and her womanhood was delicately outlined with it. Looking closer, the traveler was able to see the fine outline of her downy nest.

As he stared in shock at the woman standing silently before him, a deep exhaustion came upon him. It fogged his brain, making his limbs grow heavy. Swiping his hand over his eyes, he closed them for a brief moment. Only moments later, he opened and found he was cushioned by the soft undergrowth. Glancing around, it was obvious that he had evidently been asleep for some time. The shadows had lengthened considerably. The traveler shook his head, trying to clear it of the recent dream of trees turning to women and stood to continue on his way. As he reached for his knapsack, he realized he was not alone and looking around, saw the willow woman gazing at him with dark eyes. Their velvet darkness suggested unfathomable depths that would draw a man in and hold him captive. Reaching out gingerly to touch her, half expecting her to vanish before his eyes, he felt the substantial firmness of flesh beneath his fingers. The wind whispered through the trees and a low husky whisper filled his ears.  He heard her voice caress his mind and place the name Kajira within.

Coming softly up against him, Kajira wrapped her arms around his neck and greedily sought his mouth. Soft lips pressed against his, the wanderer felt her hot tongue flicker across his lips before exploring the inner reaches of his mouth. Moaning softly, he pulled her to him tighter, running his hands down the sweet curve of her back. The feel of his hard cock against her pussy made her tremble, for even though she could sense the weariness within his body, she knew he would still give her a night of pleasure that was much to be desired. She felt his questing tongue begin a skilled exploration of her mouth. Just the thought of where else this mouth would touch was enough to make her start to orgasm, a mini thrill as a prelude of more to come. She could feel her cunt grow wet and start to throb, her clit hardening and aching. Stepping back from his embrace, Kajira reached up and begin to pluck individual cobwebs from her body. A pale silvery shimmer cobwebs, they sparkled with the tiny diamonds of dew, and were crocheted in mesmerizing patterns. The traveler watched as more and more of her skin became visible. First a shoulder, soft and tan, the color of sweet, creamy coffee. Next the tender curve of a rounded breast. Piece by piece, she peeled the webbing from herself. Feeling his intent gaze on her body, Kajira looked up with a smoldering glance that seemed to challenge the wanderer to battle. Thinking that her will would be as strong as her passion, he looked forward to the thrill of matching will to will, passion to passion with her. Her body, while not having the tightness of youth, was lush and full and built for the joy of loving a man. The traveler began to unstrap his sword belt in anticipation of burying his hard cock between her thighs and losing himself in her.

Tilting her head at the wanderer, Kajira stood and watched as he shed his attire. Not young, yet not old either, his body was well conditioned from all his long treks across the land. His skin, though brown was darker where his clothing had not shielded it from the kiss of the sun’s rays. His eyes were the palest of sea green, and showed evidence of mirth hidden deep within them. Deep coppery brown hair curled in rambunctious wisps around his smooth forehead and fell in cascading waves about his shoulders. Broad and well muscled, his shoulders and chest tapered to a firm belly with just a hint of a beginning softening. A fine golden line of fur trailed its way down the middle of his belly, pointing the way to his coppery nest and rapidly hardening manhood. Finally standing nude, his clothing crumpled on the forest floor, the traveler reached out for the witch once more.

Stepping back, she gave a slight wave of her hand and the forest around them faded, replaced rapidly with a cool green glade. Caught within the embrace of a clear brook, the glade ended in an exclamation point of a deep pool. A cave surrounded by tumbling wild yellow roses hid the far edges of the pool and an atmosphere of serenity permeated the air.  Beckoning with one long delicate finger for him to follow, Kajira stepped into the water.  As the wanderer followed where he was led, the witch turned once to glance at him and he saw merriment bubbling up in her eyes.  With a wicked laugh, she kicked the surface of the water, covering him in a spray of warmth. Still laughing merrily, the sorceress grabbed the wanderer's hand and pulled him deeper into the pool. The water, lapping at his groin, was the temperature of blood and sent shocks of electricity through his hard cock. The feel of the water induced images of how delicious her hot mouth would feel sliding slowly past the head of his engorged penis, deeply down to the base, there to bury itself into his hair. With another splash, Kajira brought him back to reality and he looked up just in time to see her lush ass disappear into the black depths. The sight stirred him to exquisite hardness and he could feel his balls start to tighten in anticipation of filling her sweet pussy full. Looking around, he realized that he couldn't see her anymore. Just as the warrior thought she had surely drowned, she stood before him. The water ran in sheets down her body, cascading off her breasts and light brown nipples. Aimlessly following its trail with his eyes, he saw droplets of moisture nestled in her dark bush and found that his hand was drawn to that nest of its own accord. Nuzzling close to his body, Kajira began to lick each drop of water, one by one from it. Working her way across his damp skin, she lifted his hand and took each finger into her mouth. Slowly and languorously she laved each tiny droplet from them. Then cat-like, she began to lap at his arm, weaving her tongue gently up his forearm, over his biceps, across his shoulder and across his neck. Stopping to bite and suckle his throat and ears, she moved on to his lips. There she paused for a moment of sweet agony before moving on to his other arm. The wanderer, feeling his passion rise, caught a short breath and begin to reach for her. Dancing out of his reach, she gently chided him to not touch, not yet! She was determined to make his agony last, make his passion hotter, drive his cock to an ever higher peak of desire.  Laughing, she once again began to lick him dry. Now moving over his chest, gently taking his nipples into her hot mouth and sucking till they crinkled and hardened. Her nipples responded in kind and her breath began to come in panting gasps. He wondered what would come next. Aching to feel her mouth on his swollen member, he stood quietly to see where her magic tongue would lead.  Her pussy was hot and she could feel the swell of passion in it and knew that she was wet and ready.

His hand gently cupped her pussy, feeling the heat that radiated from that mound of pleasure. This time Kajira didn't dance away and the laughter faded from her dark eyes to be replaced by the heat of desire. Beginning to rub her cunt in a lazy circle, he slid one finger between her lips and found her clit. Sliding on past this magic button, he slipped his finger in to the witch's wet box. The heat was overwhelming and seemed to rise even as he touched her. Her cunt was so tight and he could feel her pussy began to clutch at his finger, hungry to be fucked. Rising up on her toes, she allowed herself to be pulled closer and her breath began to come in hard, panting gasps. Little moans of pleasure, like the mewling of a kitten, escaped her lips and her tongue kept darting out to lick them. Her moans suggested that perhaps this play would be better suited to firmer ground. The traveler wrapped his arms around her and caught her beneath her knees. Sweeping her off her feet, he picked her up and carried her to the water's edge, there he laid her on a bed of soft green moss. The wavelets of their exit teased at her toes as he maddeningly began to kiss each breast, sucking at her nipples until they became hard pearls in his mouth. Continuing down her breasts and across her belly, he nuzzled her thighs open and greedily buried his mouth against her cunt. Unerringly his talented tongue drove itself against her clit in burning stabs and he drank heartily of her fragrance and her sweet, musky juices. Unable to do anything else, she spread her legs, giving him access to her depths. Reaching down, the witch entangled her fingers in the soft copper strands of his hair and pulling his head closer, began to ride his tongue. Moaning and begging for more of this pleasure, Kajira the witch, became the bewitched.

He continued to lick the sweet salt from between her legs, He reached up to the brown aureole and traced the circle with his index finger. Her nipples crinkled tightly and started to rise at this tease. With his left hand, he kneaded her ass, teasing the tight crevice ever so lightly with his pinkie finger. She tensed at his touch, but whimpered her pleasure indicating her desire that he continue. His pressure was mounting, but he wanted to please her first. He knew he would get his relief in due time. He licked and suckled on the clit with gentle pressure, he liked the way he could feel it throb, like it was sending an S.O.S. signal for more. He let go of her ass and with both thumbs and index fingers, he ever so lightly tweaked and rolled each of her nipples. She moaned and clenched her firm thighs tightly around his face. With a low chuckle, the wanderer finds himself thinking that she is almost his. Soon he would have her where he wanted her and then they would see who was the greater magician.  Although Kajira didn’t want the warrior's tongue to stop its magic motion, she also craved his taste in her mouth. So inching reluctantly away from his touch, she moved away from the water's edge and motioned for him to follow. Taking his hand, she pulled him back down to the ground. She purred softly, indicating her desire to taste him.  With a lazy grin in his eyes, he laid back and submitted to her touch, more than happy to oblige this witch. She had enchanted him in more than one way since her sudden appearance on the forest path. Kajira got on her knees and beginning at his feet, sucked and then bit each part of his body. Nibbling along the arch of his feet, she worked her way to the backs of his knees, then like a cat, slunk upwards along his body until she had reached his inner thighs. With long, sure strokes, she licked upwards to his tight balls and stiff cock. Gently taking his balls in her mouth she began to suckle them and playfully grasp them with her teeth. At first, he was uncomfortable at this touch, but soon realized that her mouth was as controlled as her spirit was wild and so he lay back and enjoyed the deliciousness of her mouth. Gently lifting his balls, Kajira sought that special place on a man's body that she knew would give great pleasure. First, she touched him firmly with hands, she followed this with her tongue. Sliding its firm, wet touch back and forth between the base of his testicles and his asshole, Kajira sought to drive him to the point of no return. The wanderer was gasping with pleasure and the air around their bodies was becoming warm and moist from their breathe. Finally, when he could stand it no more, he reached down and pulled her up on top of his body. Grinning, she slipped her hot, tight pussy down around the hardness of his throbbing cock and allowed him to impale her body with his weapon. As her hips began to move in slow circular motions, she sat back on her knees and fucked him hard and deep. Finally, when it appeared he could hold back his passion no longer, she slid upwards off his cock and resumed her crawl up his body. Now straddling his shoulders, she offered her pussy to him. He reached up and grasping her hips, pulled her heat to his mouth and sucked her clit until she began to tremble and scream. As wave after wave of ecstasy shook her body, the traveler tasted her sweet juices began to flow and drank deeply of her. Her tangy sweetness only made his cock that much stiffer and he felt the drops of his own juices began to form.

As he watched the passion sweep across Kajira's face, he felt his orgasm gathering at the base of his balls and knew he couldn't withstand the pressure much longer. He had need to relieve his passion into her sweet body and soon. In a husky whisper, Kajira began to call for him to enter her and the wanderer rolled the witch off his body and buried himself deeply within her. Clawing his back like a cat in heat, she pulled him closer to get all of his hard cock into her steaming twat and the waves of her climax began to break over her body. Reaching her arms over her head as if to grasp unseen bars, she arched her back and the man looked down to see her nipples crinkled and hard with the intensity of her orgasm. With one last slow, deep stroke, he began the drive over the edge to his own pleasure and his cock began to pulse as he shot his load deep in her cunt. As the witch's climax broke along with his, he reached down and taking first one, then the other of her full breasts in his mouth, he teased her nipples to exquisite hardness. He so enjoyed the response he was commanding from her body. She writhed like a snake under his touch and her passion drove all reason from her mind. Her desire for him only made him want her more. As their shuddering subsided and reality again entered their worldly, he gently disengaged himself from the witch's embrace, and scooping her up, cradled her in his lap. There she pillowed her head against his shoulder and fell soundly asleep. With her soft breasts crushed against his chest and her lovely bare ass cradled against his naked manhood, he knew it was only a matter of time until they would join again in that most satisfying dance of love. Closing his eyes, he slipped into a light doze.

Time passed as if in a dream as the wanderer and the witch dozed in the softening sunlight.  A slight stirring brought the wanderer to awareness and he realized that the witch was no longer in his lap. Blinking sleepily in the evening dusk, he realized that she was gone. Thinking that this was surely all a dream born on the wings of exhaustion, he rose and entered the pool to wash the day from his body. Hearing a soft splashing at the mouth of the cave across the pool, the wanderer swam towards it. Kajira stood in the waist high water, her back to him, her hair hanging wetly down to the curve of her full hips. Not certain whether he had entered a dream again or had just never left it, he moved behind her and pressing his body to hers, buried his nose in the back of her neck.  Turning in his arms, the witch kissed his full mouth hungrily, then dove into the depths of the pool and began slow, lazy strokes toward the back of the cavern. Entranced by her hypnotizing strokes, he followed her lead. Swimming to the back of the pool where the magically heated rock spewed forth the warm water, they found a natural shelf  where a storage of soap root waited. The wanderer reached for one of the roots and taking a nearby stone, he ground the root in the depression that had been worn in the rock from this action. Adding water to finely ground root, the traveler scooped up a handful of the frothy lather. Telling Kajira to turn her back to him, he lifted her onto a natural ledge that was there so that her feet were barely in the water.  Beginning to soap her body, he ran his soapy hands from the base of her feet and up between her legs, lingering there for a few precious moments. Traveling up her back, he again lingered lovingly at her neck and ear lobes. Massaging the suds into her long hair, his cock brushed her soft skin and panting softly with pleasure, he turned her around. Her breasts were right in front of him and the sight of them made him immediately hard again. He continued with his soaping, taking his leisure with her breasts, then continuing downward stopped at her pussy long enough to tease her. When he finally got to her feet he stepped up on the ledge and wrapping her in a damp embrace, drew her close for a long deep kiss. He led her from alcove, out of the pool and into the deepening twilight of the night. A hawk circled high above them, sounding its fierce scream and they  paused to watch the lazy circling motion of the big bird.

The dry crackle of a small branch being broken at the forest’s edge caught the witch’s attention. Listened intently, she wondered who this might be since there were few that could come so close without her prior knowledge. She and her traveler watched warily as out of the woods stepped a dark haired man. Ruggedly good looking and unshaven, he had the appearance of being something of a ranger. Tall and massively built, he carried himself with the complete self-confidence that only a man used to living in the wild could command. His clothing was scorched, the touches of metal at his waist and wrists, tarnished. As Kajira's companion watched this man coming toward them, he felt waves of distrust sweep his consciousness, but restrained himself, reasoning that this was just another wanderer like himself. As the man strode past him, he saw something that made the hair on the back of  his neck stand on end. At the base of the man's neck, sprouted tiny purple scales , not unlike those of a dragon. Kajira bid the stranger welcome and invited him to join them. The stranger took in her nude body with a raking sweep of his hard dark eyes, then passed them dismissingly over the wanderer at her side. The wanderer reached down and gathering his undergarments wrapped them self-consciously about his loins. Turning to offer his jerkin to Kajira, he saw that she was already clothed in some gossamer something made of blood red silk that somehow covered her completely but left her more naked than before. Feeling somewhat more secure now that he was clothed, the wanderer began to build a small fire in the clearing. Once the pads of dry moss crackled to a blaze, he rummaged in his wayfarer’s bag and produced kettle and pouches with which to brew a dark tea from. Curling herself at the fire’s edge the witch caught the stranger in her dark gaze, looking for all the world like a cat stalking its prey.  The stranger was bold, his eyes holding hers and then caressing her form brazenly. It was obvious that he longed to taste the sweetness of  the nipples that peeked from beneath the red silk. He had been away from a woman’s companionship far too long. This sight was tantalizing and he pulled himself back to find that she had spoken to him. Shaking her head, she repeated that he looked well worn from trail. Asking what brought him to them, the witch listened as he told them of his travels. He, like so many, had been attempting to slay the dragons, but there appeared to be much more competition for the greatest kills these days. He stated that he had been on his way to scout the next lair when he happened upon them here. The wanderer, telling of his two day struggle to find his way from the forest, thought that perhaps the stranger could aid him in finding his way back to civilization. He told the stranger that he was fairly handy with a weapon and that in exchange for directions from the forest, he would keep the man’s back at the next dragon hunt. The ranger laughed mirthlessly and indicated that perhaps they could work out something to their mutual benefit. Offering to draw a map of where the next lair was located from this glade, the stranger reached across Kajira to sketch in the ashes. As he did so his arm brushed her nipples with a sweet friction and the little mountains beneath the red silk rose even higher. When he was through sketching, he leaned back from the fire and noticed the effect his unconscious touch had produced in the witch. The wanderer had noticed as well, and the memory of seeing those creamy breasts made his leggings begin to grow uncomfortably tight. A tension filled silence fell upon the party as Kajira began to softly hum an intricate melody. As the lyrics hung in the air, both men felt themselves ensnared in a web of desire that slowly heated their blood to a burning fire.

Unable to restrain himself, the wanderer reached out with his hand and possessively began to trace circles around the little soft fullness wrapped in the silk. Not to be outdone, the stranger touched fingertips to the other breast. With a tiny enchanting smile playing about her lips, Kajira reached her long red nails out to lightly caress the bulges growing in center of each man's crotch. They were both quite firm and throbbed at her touch. She wrapped her hands around each cock on the outside of the men’s clothing and clenched her small fists around them firmly. Leaning close, both men blew warm, soft air against her neck and ears, tickling with their hot breath. Their tongues, in unison, snaked out against her skin and they nibbled at it in harmony.  Then they began a slow, ecstatic trail down her neck. Letting go of their cocks, she lay back on the soft grass and beckoned for them to join her. Following her lead, they curled their hard bodies on either side of her and resumed their teasing. The traveler ran his large hands across her breasts, brushing his palms lightly over the nipples, coaxing them to exquisite tenderness. The tall night dark stranger pressed his hand firmly against her groin. Sighing softly, Kajira spread her legs willingly and expectantly. Shrugging out of her gown, she untied the knot that held it closed about her breasts and exposed her flesh to the touch of the two men. The wanderer gently tugged the silky cloth from her body. Then copper and dark joined at her breasts and both men took her nipples in their hot mouths, sending delicious fire through them. It was as if each man knew exactly what to do for her while still managing to stay out of each other's way. The tall dark stranger reached for the inside of her thigh and when he gently touched her pussy, he found it already wet and willing. Sliding his middle finger in with ease, he began to slowly work it back and forth. The copper haired wanderer was kissing her fully on the mouth now, his tongue exploring its depths. Taking Kajira by the hand, they motioned her to get on her hands and knees. Refusing, Kajira instead rose to her knees, motioning for both of them to stand before her. She took a cock in each hand, caressing and stroking them in unison. Standing the men close together, she held their cocks side by side, one long and thick sheathed with the foreskin, one more narrow and short, cleaning shorn of excess skin. Bending her head over the ends, the witch flicked her tongue back and forth across the tips of them both, licking and sucking them both with ease.

Lavishing attention on their cocks, licking them to rock hard attention, the witch drove both men closer and closer to the ultimate culmination. When she had them completely under her spell, she pulled the traveler down onto the soft, fragrant grass. Straddling him with her silken thighs, she slid the full length of his cock into her dripping pussy. With deep pleasure, he buried himself to the hilt. Her cunt was tight and hot and clutched at him hungrily. As her lush hips started their maddening rotation, she motioned for the other man to come stand in front of her. Still not speaking a word, she reached out, grasped his erect penis and wrapped her soft rose lips around the shaft. Playfully she teased at him with her mouth. Initially with just the tip of her hot talented tongue, she lapped at his large cock, slurping it like a child kid eating ice cream. Then softly blowing on the warm dampness left by her tongue, she sent delightful cold chills over his body. Leaning forward, she inched her mouth completely around the shaft and sucked him down into her throat. Swallowing deeply, she fucked him with her mouth. Looking up, the wanderer could see the other man's rod slide in and out of the witch's sweet mouth. His own cock jerked and throbbed with pleasure at the eroticism of the sight before him. He could feel her cunt throbbing and twitching as she ground it against his long, hard organ. Her pussy was slippery with her juices and every time she drove her body down on him, he could feel her clit. Reaching down between her legs, he slipped a finger between the lips of her vagina. Seeking her clit, he found that it was swollen and hard and her body vibrated every time he made contact with that tiny button. As the waves of pleasure the two men were creating broke across her body, Kajira sucked at the stranger's cock greedily and noisily. Although her mouth was totally occupied, little whines of passion still escaped her and each sound made the man buried in her body that much more determined to bring her to orgasm. The stranger began to stroke her mouth harder and faster, the wanderer’s thrusts rhythmically keeping up the tempo. A ragged animal growl escaped the lips of the dark haired man in her mouth and his juices shot, like liquid fire, burning down the back of Kajira's throat. Swallowing deeply, she sucked every last drop from the ranger’s salty wand. Sitting back and licking her lips, she smiled a lazy smile up at the spent dragon slayer and got down to business on the traveler’s raging cock. Rolling off him, she pulled him toward her mouth to taste the flavor of their mixed juices coating his cock. The smell of their sex was the smell of passion, both salty and tangy. Not unlike a taste of the sea that she so loved. With him licked clean, and still rock hard, the wanderer teased her lips lightly with the tip of his cock. Moaning, she reached out and grasped his ass with both hands, pulled him violently into her throat. Her animal cries disturbed the birds settling in for the night in the trees. They startled, calling out in alarm as they swarmed across the darkening sky. Looking down at her face, he watched as the passion ebbed and flowed across it, making her eyes deepen to a dark velvety black with the pleasure. Knowing he was close, he slowed his stroking, listening to the low musical hum coming from her throat and feeling the delicious magic course through his veins. The vibrations sent thrills through his cock and unable to withhold his passion any longer, he poured his raging seed between her bruised lips and down her throat.

Rising with a primal smile, Kajira licks her lips and looks at the two men collapsed in utter sexual exhaustion at her feet. Their energy spent, she sings out lightly into the night. Her siren  call caresses one of them into a restless slumber. The other man rises and stretching mightily, glances down at the wanderer laying naked by the fire. Grinning wickedly, he reaches out and tenderly strokes a wayward strand of hair from the witch’s face. A faint haze begins to shimmer about his body and where once stood a man, now stands a grand purple dragon. With one last bewitching gaze around the glen, Kajira grabs the dragon’s proffered  wing, throws her leg over the his back and settles her hot womanhood against the ridge of his back. With a might beat of his leathery wings, the dragon leaves the ground and they disappear into the night sky.

Tomorrow when he awakes, the wanderer will wonder about the strange dreams of the night before. Feeling drained, he will shake off his lethargy, glance around the glen, and gather his possessions. Choosing a direction at random, he will shoulder his waypack and set off to find his way home. Sparkling in the grass where he lay, unnoticed by him, is a delicately woven cobweb with a single purple scale caught in its weavings.
 
 
 
 

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