Perverts 'R' Us

Witches, Spells and Love

By Danyealle ( M/F, Rom )

From the time they had met the passion had been there, burning hot like a molten river of lava. At the time neither could figure out why this was since they were so diametrically opposed. He was the businessman, conservative, steady, devoutly Catholic and straight-laced. On the other hand, she was the free spirit, liberal, living for the day and not worrying about the future, the modern day version of the 60's hippie. But the corker was that she was Wiccan, something his church taught was evil and devil worship. Of course he knew that was a falsehood, Wiccans didn't worship the devil nor were they evil as a matter of fact they were very peaceful as a rule. They just didn't believe in the concept of God they way most religions do and were condemned for it. Before her he would never have even considered dating someone that had a faith so opposite of his but when it came to her most of his rules and what he wanted in a woman went out the window.

They had met at a mutual friend's party. He had known Clive since high school, long before he had become a household name for the energetic, metaphoric paintings he did. She had come at the behest of her agent. The woman had felt it would be good publicity for the book she had due out in a couple months. Everybody who was anybody always came to Clive's parties. From first glance he was hooked on her.

As time went on and they saw more of each other he realized Athelia was like a drug to him, the more time he spent with her the more of her attention he craved. Any stereotypes he may have had about Wiccans went out the window with her. Up to that point he mainly thought of them much like rebellious teenagers trying to buck the system and get attention. That wasn't her at all. Quickly, he found out that she had as much faith in her religion as he did in his. The other thing that threw him for a loop was that she knew just as much about his religion as HE did! Not only that, she knew about most religions around the world. That wasn't something he expected. He had always considered himself fairly well educated and tried to date women like that.

With her he had done that in spades. Not only was she highly educated and a college professor she was much more worldly wise and better read than he has ever been. Talking with her on any subject guaranteed that he would learn something new or see something in a new light from a different perspective. Sure, they disagreed on thing, like most couples do, but it wasn't anything big nor was it anything that ever progressed into a real fight. When things began to get too heated in a discussion she would just grin, her dimples showing, and wink at him then say, "Oh Robbie! Don't make me turn you into a toad." That always made him laugh and the subject changed.

The inevitable finally happened, he asked her to marry him. From his end he couldn't imagine being without her ever again, that would be like losing a part of himself. It felt as though it was predestined for them to be together. Marriage just seemed to be the next logical step for them. Of course, this is when some problems started to surface. His family was appalled that he was going to marry a witch, reminding him of his religions teachings. But he held firm and didn't let them sway him. Eventually they grudgingly accepted the inevitable and her.

Up until this point he hadn't met her family. They lived on the opposite coast and didn't travel much. She never mentioned them much nor said much about them. He assumed that they were a lot like her, easy going and mellow. Boy was he wrong! Quickly he found out why she didn't have much contact with them; devout Christian fundamentalists they frowned on their daughters choices in what she did and the way she led her life. But her religion infuriated them to no end and for the two days they stayed they spent every opportunity they had needling her about it and badgering her to come back to the 'true' faith. It seemed that as far as they were concerned she was a Satanist. The worst was when they found out she was going to marry a Catholic. What followed was something close to World War III. A screaming match ensued when they made their disapproval known but she stuck to her guns and they gave up the fight when it became apparent that she wasn't going to give in.

To appease both families they would have a church wedding, Catholic of course. But she requested that they also have a private bonding ceremony, the Wiccan version of a wedding. Just the two of them, no one else. It was important to her so he agreed without hesitation, it was the least he could do since she had given in to his wishes.

It was the first night of their honeymoon when she performed the ritual. With just them there she bound them together forever, two bodies, one spirit. As the ceremony concluded he felt a warm, tingly feeling spread throughout his body, enveloping him with what could only be called love and for the first time he realized he had found not only his wife, best friend, life partner and love but his soul mate as well. When she finished he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, kissing her tenderly. Laying her on the bed he stripped his clothes off then kneeled down and slowly removed hers, as if unwrapping a delicate package that might break if handled too roughly. No, this wasn't the first time they had made love but her beauty and body still enthralled and excited him to no end.

There wasn't anything about her that wasn't beautiful. Raven black hair so dark it shown blue at the crown and was stick straight, falling just below her shoulders. Her soft brown eyes seemed to be both child-like and full of wisdom at the same time. Perfectly sculpted cheekbones with a nose and mouth both in perfect symmetry. Her skin was a deep brown with a healthy glow to it from her time out in the sun in her garden. She was of average size and weight, 5'8", about 140 lbs. What she also possessed was an allure that had nothing to do with her looks. It pulled you in and held you spellbound and captive to her, a kind of charisma that so few possessed. He felt like a troll compared to her even though he knew he was no slouch in the looks department. At 6'2" he was about 200 lbs of solid muscle gained from twice-weekly workouts. His eyes were a pale blue and had rugged good looks. Women, as a rule, found him attractive but he was not in her league.

Gently pushing her onto her back, he propped her legs on his shoulders and leaned his head down towards her crotch. That musky smell that all females exude when excited filled his nostrils and shot to the part of his brain that controlled his arousal like a high-powered drug filling him with wanton lust. Already the delicate lips of her pussy had flowered open, showing off the deep pink interior wet with juice. Poking out of its hood, her clit was a small pink button also beaded with moisture. Leaning forward he flicked the tip of his tongue against the little nub eliciting a soft moan from her. Sucking on it a bit he slide a finger deep into her hole and slowly moved it in and out. Reaching down, she put her hand on his head, fingers entwining in his dark blond, spiky hair. Wrapping his arms under her thighs he could feel her whole body quiver from the state of her arousal.

From the knowledge he had gleaned in their time together he knew how to bring her to the brink and stop before it overtook her. Time and again he did this until she was little more than a quivering mass of jelly on the bed, panting and moaning uncontrollably. Pulling away and settling back on his haunches he licked his lips, tasting her. Slowly he eased himself onto the bed and between her legs. With a firm grip on his cock he put it to the entrance of her hole and eased it inside. Leaning over her, his lips found hers and began to devour them as he moved slowly in and out. As the kisses became more insistent he thrust faster and harder into her, felling her hot wetness clutch him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she thrust herself onto him with wild abandonment. Gripping his shoulders tightly he could feel the fingers dig in as she grew closer and closer to the edge. Desperately he tried to keep himself from exploding before her but it was a battle he was rapidly losing.

Shouting his name, she slammed onto him, taking every inch into her soaked pussy she came. Feeling the contractions milk his already overly excited member he let himself go and filled her with his seed.

In the afterglow he held her as she dozed, thinking. Content and fulfilled he started to doze himself as the day replayed its' self in his mind, content with the thought that a new journey had just begun. His last thought before sleep finally embraced him was that life with a witch was bound to be interesting and never dull, especially if that witch was Athelia. A small smile appeared at that thought and he drifted off.