"...And if the rains continue as they have, which the hillmen assure us they will, the harvest will spoil in the fields in a few months, and we'll be facing the winter without..." Niccolo trailed off, watching the woman using a long match to light a series of candles. Her skin shifted from copper to bronze in the torchlight, her long mass of dark hair bright with reflected fire. He moved his weight to his other leg, forcing himself to keep his eyes on the woman's face instead of the curve of her hips. "E-even were we to somehow make it through to spring with the little food stores we have set aside, if the topsoil continues to wash away there'll be nothing to sow next year's crops in."
The woman moved on to another row of candles, still not looking up at him. "And this concerns you?"
For a moment, Niccolo forgot about the fullness of the woman's lips and the heavy roundness of her breasts, bare in the stifling warmth of the room. "My king would not have sent me if he weren't genuinely apprehensive about the upcoming-"
"Not your king. You." She finally raised her gaze to his, revealing eyes with slit pupils that shrank to slivers in the light. "For it is you who have come here to beg my aid."
"At my king's behest."
She smiled. "And you were quick to volunteer, weren't you, eager to show your loyalty to the crown." Her bare feet brought her closer. "Or perhaps you were chosen, yes, selected for your honor, your bravery," her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. "Your youth and vitality. Handsome and earnest and concerned only with your devotion to your duties but," she reached out a hand to trace the outline of his erection in his pants, "certainly not immune to the charms of a woman, even a nasty little witch like myself."
Her nails were very sharp. Niccolo swallowed.
"Clever man, your king, isn't he?" She asked in his ear.
"And honest," Niccolo said, trying to keep his voice firm. "I know I've come here as a sacrifice. I'm glad to do so, if it means that the people of my kingdom won't face starvation."
"Ah." She had taken her hand in his, turning it over to trace the lines in his palm, then setting it against her breast. "Then you offer yourself to me, in exchange for the well-being of your king's subjects?"
"I have nothing else to offer." He was achingly hard, and the way the woman was pressing her body against his wasn't helping. "I would gladly give my life, and if by drinking my blood it gives you the strength to stop this deluge, I-"
"Your blood?" she laughed. "Is that what you were told I wanted?"
"W-well- no, but-"
She put a hand against the center of his chest, nails digging in, then shoved hard, sending him staggering backwards. He'd nearly regained his balance when he felt a low bench against the backs of his knees, and he sat down hard on it. She was looming over him again before he could get back to his feet. "But," she hissed, tongue flicking, "nasty little witch that I am, evil, dark creature, you thought that it would be your blood spilled upon my hearthstones this night."
She slid both hands beneath his shirt, dragging her nails over his skin. His breath caught in his throat, and in the next moment when she had both hands around his cock, his breath abruptly returned as a groan. "Quite clever, your king," she said, stroking him thorough his pants, "sending me as tempting a morsel as you. I accept your offer, and you shall return with good tidings." She smiled, taking a handful of his hair and pulling his head to one side so she could kiss his throat. "Though I must take my price from you first."
"Wh-what-" Niccolo swallowed again, eyes shut. The witch had unbuttoned his pants and eased his erection out into her grasp. "What do you want me to- ahh-"
"Hush." She was pumping his hand over his cock, her grip painfully tight. "You keep using your mouth for those silly noble ramblings when you could be putting it to much better use." She pressed her lips to his cheek, then pushed him away, laughing, when he turned his head to kiss her. "Not that, don't be stupid." She took his hands in hers again, letting him cup her breasts. He bent to take one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently, and she murmured her approval. His hands began to wander, exploring the rest of her body, but just as he'd begun to slide a hand up her thigh, she pushed him away again.
The bench wasn't nearly wide enough for the witch's liking, so to Niccolo's dismay he soon found himself on his back on the hard stone floor among bits of dried herbs and sealed glass jars. She was crouched over his chest, her warm thighs on either side of his face, her dripping wet cunt poised over him for a moment before she pressed it against his mouth.
Niccolo felt a trembling go through her as he slid his tongue inside of her, exploring each velvet-soft fold and the hard little pearl of her clit. She rocked against him, eyes closed, lips parted. He stroked his hands over her thighs and felt them clench in his grasp, mirrored by the twitch of her cunt against his tongue. Her hips bucked forward and she let out a breathy little cry of pleasure, grinding hard against him and then jerking away.
He began to sit up, but she had her hand on his chest again, pinning him down. He felt her nails on his cock as she guided him inside of her, drawing in a sharp breath when his own hips rose up to close the gap between them. He reached up to cup her breasts again, thumbing her nipples as she rode him, each movement of her hips bringing them together harder until finally she had to lean forward to brace herself against his shoulders, her sighs of pleasure hot against his skin.
Niccolo slid his hands to her neck, weaving his fingers into her thick hair and turning her head so he could kiss her. It was like putting his mouth to a furnace, burning hot against his lips and tongue, but he held her to him anyway, taking her bottom lip between his teeth.
When he finally allowed her to pull away, she pressed a kiss against his throat that turned into a bite, and his answering groan was as much of pain as pleasure. Their mouths met again a moment later, an angry battle for dominance that ended with Niccolo pushing her off of him, taking her by her shoulders and shoving her down onto back, spreading her legs and entering her again. He was rewarded with her high, desperate moan, and then another as he began to fuck her with long, slow thrusts.
He slid his hands up her body, fingers pinching and teasing her nipples until she squirmed, back arching. Then his hand was curled around the back of her neck, pulling her forward for another kiss. He was still holding her against him when she came, hips bucking hard against his. He let her go as her body began to relax, and he withdrew, still hard, leaving her panting on the floor.
He tried to get to his feet, but didn't get far; she was on him in a second, nails leaving long red trails down his thighs, and then suddenly the burning heat of her mouth was around his cock. She sucked hard, pulling back only to scrape her teeth over the head. He tangled his fingers in her hair, thrusting into her mouth. Her tongue was digging hard against the underside of his cock as he came in three long spurts, and then he felt her mouth working again as she swallowed.
Gently, Niccolo freed his hands from her hair, reaching down to tip her chin up. As she turned that strange, slitted gaze on him again, he realized that her warm skin was dry to the touch, compared to the way sweat had dampened him.
Her tongue flicked out again and she smiled at him, eyes narrowing. "Silly of you, to exhaust yourself so quickly," she said. "We'll see how spent you are when I am finally through with you."