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This Witch Has Me Bewitched

After a month of questing, in the mid of summer Jinx, Cebas and Zetari had said goodbye to Veronica who said they had to deal with problems back home. Cryptic and laced with anger, Veronica’s words were clear this was vampire business. The day Zetari saw Veronica off on her boat voyage, the two girls held hands. Sadness was clearly painted on Zetari’s face, as her cheek was caressed by Veronica’s cold hand. Only love and and care shined in Veronica’s red and yellow eyes as a warm smile was followed by a psychic message assaulted Zetari’s spinning subconscious. “I will find you again. And we will embrace in each other’s arms under the moonlight. Do not give up on me sweetie. I will always hold you in my fondest memories.” Those words, laced with such love and genuine care broke the Teifling, as tears burned her face more then hells fire ever could. The two drifted miles apart, but neither left each other’s mind or hearts.

It was the mid of fall, as the party settled in a tavern of a now ghost town. Their grim work to give the goddess Hella her army had left many towns vacant of life but drowned in death. The party set up in the now abandoned tavern of the dead village. The large Drow warrior Cebas sat down with a huff as he wiped his brow of sweat as he sat his heavy weapons on the floor. His gruff voice rung with the heavy tone of exhaustion. “Alright… that’s another what- five thousand? Isn’t that enough?” Jinx, the confident second in command was busy looting the corpses of the poisoned dead, who’s body stinks of mushrooms, ash and sulfur, and pure sick as their throats melt for, the toxins. Jinx raises their head to stare at Cebas. “What’s our total? Like… 30,000? Let’s see two thousand bought Hella a good month of power… so this would buy her a year right?” Zetari, who was looting her share and shaking her head responded. “You know what they say. Jokes about murder aren’t funny, unless they are executed properly.” Zetari shoots Jinx some finger guns, which follows Jinx fighting then surrendering to her laughter as Cebas rolls his eyes. Zetari smiled and shook her head as she stood up. “Look, until Veronica gets back, I say we keep going. Wipe this country of cunts off the map. When Veronica gets back, she’ll give the final say.” Jinx gave a smug look as they said “oh your just kissing ass so you can kiss something other then her ass.” Zetari chuckled and quickly made a comment. “Hey what can I say, I love that ASSassin.” Followed by more finger guns. Zetari and Jinx were about finishing up their looting when Cebas made a silence motion. “I hear something…” he whispered with narrowing eyes. The party grabbed their gear and tip toed to the windows to see if there was any danger. Though the curtains and listing to the whistling of the wind, the party saw something they’ve never seen. A living soul after their massacre. Walking through the valley of death, was a tall hooded figure in a full robe like attire which covered their entire physique. However through the defining silence of the dead village, a single sound could be heard as the party readied their ambush. The tall hidden figured was singing a song as their cloaked figure almost glided across the dirt path like an Angel of death.

The song was distant but became clearer as it sounded like a female. “*The night… she calls me… she calls me… she sways in her velvet dress… and pulls… me closer to the dark… while… the others rest…*” the song was sung with melancholy, as if a broken record was set to play. The party was confused, except Zetari. In Zetari’s mind a flash of a memory strikes at her. The memory of a moonlit night, silk restraints, wandering and caring hands, a lustful moan and a sweet voice singing this exact song. A song Veronica had written and sung for Zetari on their month anniversary. Zetari could feel her heart stop as she immediately ran out into the road, despite her companions protest. “Veronica? Veronica!? Veronica is that you!?” Was all Zetari could think as she ran to the figure. However as she got closer to the figure, she realized it couldn’t be Veronica. This figure was too short, thin and not as well endowed as her loving Mistress. Cebas drew his weapon, as did Jinx as they took a defensive stance ready to back Zetari up. Zetari knew it wasn’t Veronica but she needed answers. So she ripped the cloak way, and revealed a horrid sight. A human woman in her late 30s, wearing only a bar and panties, her skin pale, her eyes stained with tears and a dead pan face. The most noticeable thing was her tattoos. Hundreds of tattoos laced her skin all written in a demonic old forgotten tongue. “What the fuck!?” Zetari exclaimed loudly as the party ran to her side. Confused, Cebas studied the tattoos. “Abyssal? Maybe infernal? I can’t make heads or tales of it…” the tattooed woman stopped singing and began to speak. “Z-Zetari… please… r-read…” she said in a broken monotone voice as she held out her hands and produced a pure black envelope with a red wax seal. Zetari took the envelope and tore it open and was surprised to see Veronica’s handwriting.

“My darling belovid, I write to you in apologies for being gone for so long. I know not if you can forgive me but I hope I still hold a place in your heart. I have thought of you for every night we spent apart. Your beautiful eyes and how they glow in the moonlight, your gorgeous voice that has sung such sweet and sensual music to my ears, the very scent you have and most of all your tender touch. I have moaned and preyed your name every night as my hands explore my aching desire to be with you again. My moans as prayers to any god that will bring you back to me. I have missed you so much. But this letter comes with good news my love. Follow this girl, a fraction of what I can do now. Follow her, and she will lead you and you alone to me. You will fall into my arms at long last. Sincerely and ever lovingly yours. *Veronica*.”

Zetari’s eyes widened as she shouted “she’s alive I knew it!” Over the course of 10 minutes Zetari got her belongings together and told the party she planned to leave. “When are you getting back?” Cebas asked. “Whenever she feels like bitch! Go get your girl Zet! We’ll kill this whole land so you and Veronica can watch Hella kill some gods.” Jinx gave a warm hug goodbye to wish her well on her travels. “I’ll be back soon. Stay safe Captan.” A sad but warm smile sent Zetari off. Her and the weeping girl traveled to the closest port, a previous victim of the parties quest to make Hella unstoppable. In the dead and silent port village, a single ship was docked, its flag a black background with a bloody dagger on the symbol. The crew all had similar attire of the cloaked girl. All silently crying and covered in tattoos. The crew was silent as they lead Zetari to her sleeping quarters and told her to stay there. Surly they didn’t mean the entire voyage did they? How long was this even going to last? These questions rushed through Zetari’s mind as she started to worry Veronica was in danger. Troubled but determined, she laid her belongs on a bench and sat on the bed. “Please be ok Veronica…” Zetari mumbled to herself as she felt the ship begin to sail. Zetari could feel the waves knock the ship back and forth as it set sail, the sound of ship busywork played above her as she could hear the crew walk around. However something caught Zetari off guard. The crew began singing in unison.

“*All hands… final voyage… dead men… tell of savage… all hands… the waves are cold… all hands… through night we are bold…*”

They sang all in unison, as if some sea shanty from hell. Zetari fekt her anxiety grow, especially when she looked out her cabin window and saw the horizon start to disappear in a cloud of thick fog that slowly turned everything outside in a black shadow. And the crew kept singing. Zetari was no fool, as she pulled her weapon of choice and readied a few combat spells and was prepared to fight. Her heart was pounding as the crew droned on and on with their horrid macabre melody. She was ready for a fight, but something felt off.

Eventually the singing stopped and the world faded back to vision outside, but it was different. Outside was a blood red moon on a horizon of a black sea and the ship seemed docked. The door opened and it was the woman Zetari first met, but something was different. She was smiling, seeming happy and her tattoos gave a slight faint red glow as she bowed. “The mistress is expecting you, miss Zetari.” Zetari instantly seemed confused, asking a question still in a defensive pose. “Mistress? Where are we!? What master do you serve!?” She hissed with anger and building anxiety. The woman nodded and bowed. “You are on the far shore of our masters homeland. And our mistress is addressed as Veronica Snow.”

Hearing that phrase almost calmed her instantly as she lowered her guard. “Good god Veronica… what have you been up to?” She mumbled to herself as the girl lead her off the ship. The sand was pure black and the crew were all smiling as if they were among family. Zetari was confused until she was taken back by a massive castle close to the shore of the beach her ship was docked at. The towering spirals and gothic architecture were stunning and made this feel like somewhere else entirely. Was this hell? That question had darted in and out of Zetari’s mind. She was lead along a carved stone path up to the castles main door. The door was massive with black iron braces and the smell of blood was thick and pungent around the door. The now happy cloaked knocked on the door which rung out like a church bell. Within seconds the door slowly creeped open by an unknown force. The massive doors revealed a massive room with black rose wallpaper, gold accents, a massive central staircase, beautiful dark red strained glass windows, armor sets from seven eras, and the lingering sound of violins being played. As Zetari stepped in, the smell of blood was replaced with elegant wine and the smell of roses and lavender. The doors slowly creeped closed behind her, trapping her in this gothic dream scape. “What the fresh funky hell is this…?” She couldn’t stop herself from saying such a statement while she admired the decor. Her eye went wide when she saw what art was hanged in the wall. They were all oil paintings of Veronica and Zetari, some tasteful and some a bit more lewd but all were beautifully made.

Zetari attempted to try and make some reason of this, until her eyes widened as a familiar silky voice rang in her ears. “Ah~ doth my lust and yearning deceive my poor still heart? Or has my prayers been answered and my darling love has been returned to me?” Zetari quickly spun around to face the long winding staircase where she saw her. A tall woman with pale white skin, long red nails, yellow and red eyes glowing in the shallow light and a long flowing black lace dress with long red and black hair. Veronica Snow, the sight almost made Zetari cry as she ran up to hug her tight. Zetari’s face smashed right into Veronica’s ample chest which was largely exposed by the cleavage of the dress. It was a deep comfort for Zetari as she felt Veronica hold her close and lightly pet her hair. This calming sensation of safety and the coldness of Veronica’s skin was such a familiar but deep feeling for Zetari that almost brought her to tears as Veronica spoke softly. “Oh it’s alright doll. I’m so sorry for leaving you. I’m just glad your safe and I can give my love the life she deserves.” Zetari pulls herself together as she is confused by that statement and slowly looks up at her gothic butterfly of a girlfriend. “What do you mean?” She asks with a slight sniffle as she tries not to cry. Veronica smiles warmly and kisses Zetari’s cheek. “Come with me my love. I will explain.” Veronica takes Zetari’s hand and guides her through the castle hallways, all decorated with more lavish paintings of the couple and blooming rare flowers and plants. Even more cloaked figures line the building as they act as maids and staff as their all wearing similar tattoos and red robes.

Eventually Zetari is taken into a walled in safe garden. The garden is full of beautiful rare flowers which bloom with brilliant bright colors which contrast with the darker gothic world around them. Zetari could see butterflies of bright reds and blues fly around the flowers as thick lush green vibes climb their way up the dark brick walls as it smelled like a beautiful hand crafted perfume. Zetari’s was taken back as many of the flowers being grown were flowers she had told Veronica she liked. Veronica sat Zetari down on a lush and soft patch of grass and placed a flower crown of carnations on Zetari’s head and held her hands close. “My love I should explain why I left. I had learned of a dying vampire lord who held great power and was in debt to my clan. I had learned I could inherit their power and that made me think of one thing… you.” Zetari looked surprised. She knew Veronica was wicked and power hungry, so why was she thinking of her? Veronica continued. “I am aware in our relationship I am in charge. I control when you touch, when you climax, what you are and are not allowed to say around me… but with that level of submission and trust, I must show equal care and respect. I hold you close to my heart and in our short time together I have rediscovered what love feels like. I gained the power of this vampire lord nit to become stronger. But so I could give you the life you deserve. Covered in my love and gold and living in luxury that was not fated in the cards you were dealt.”

Zetari was so taken back that tears started to finally flow. “V-Veronica what are you talking about?” Veronica smiled and caressed Zetari’s face and wiped the tears away. “I’m saying you are my forever. You are the blood I crave. You are the moon I worship. You entice and excite me like the very night itself! You are my moonlight, for without you I cannot live, nor would I wish to.” Zetari was silent as a dumb love struck smile covered her face as she leaned into the caring touch. “Thank you Veronica.”

Veronica smiled and slowly leaned closer to Zetari, and she did the same. Within seconds their lips were inches apart as Veronica could feel the hot breath on her lips. Zetari’s chest started to move up and down as her breathing got faster and heavier. “Please” Zetari begged. “Please kiss me!” Veronica smiled and gave out a wicked chuckle. “So in the moment and you still know the manners i taught you. Such a good girl for me~” the familiar dominant tone to Veronica’s voice had retuned, and it was like sweet refreshing water in a desert for Zetari. Veronica gave in with a chuckle and gave Zetari the kiss she craved. The kiss was slow at first, while Veronica gently caressed Zetari’s cheek as her other hand snaked it’s way to her hip and pulled her closer until Zetari was sitting in Veronica’s lap and held her tight. As Zetari sat in the lab of her love, being held close, having her hair stroked, she couldn’t stop a few moans escaping as the kissing went on and on. After 30 seconds, Zetari allowed her mouth to open so her and Veronica could French kiss. Feeling Veronica kiss her so passionately and with such love and building lust, Zetari began to whine and whimper and moan as her chest heaved with her quickly fading breath. Veronica took this as a sign to further her advances. Veronica on her part missed this so much. Hearing her adorable submissive girlfriend whine and moan was the only music she had wanted to hear all month. Finally hearing it was like a drug, pure ecstasy. Veronica deepened the kiss and slid her hand up Zetari’s thigh and along her pant leg. Zetari felt her being felt up and then it happened.

When Zetari and Veronica first had sex, Zetari was exposed to something new. The feeling of giving over control, the feeling of getting genuine praise and letting go. It all built into this beautiful bliss-like high. Zetari felt as if she was going lightheaded as her body and mind relaxed more and more as Veronica took control. It was lust, primal lust, but it was also love, care, respect and tender. Zetari could hear the words from that night on repeat. The same words Veronica whispered into her ear as Veronica’s long, slender and cold hands explored Zetari’s aching heat. “Good girl~ let it out, don’t hide. Your beautiful so beautiful! Let it all out. It’s ok, your safe with me. Let me see all of you. Let me hear those moans you’ve kept quiet for so long~ let me see your beauty in full shine~ good girl~ that’s it, good girl for me~” Those words would always make Zetari blush and her legs weak. And now, after so long apart, she was feeling it again. The bliss, the high, the rush of blood that went from her brain straight to between her legs. Zetari’s moans and whimpers got louder and Veronica noticed. Veronica grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled her head away from Zetari, a thin string of saliva connecting their tongues and lips. Zetari’s eyes were watery and glossy as the clear look of nonverbal begging was written all over her face. And despite Zetari trying to dive back into her obsession, Veronica’s grip on her hair kept her in place as Veronica ran a thumb over Zetari’s parted lips. Veronica smiled with a wicked grin. “Oh my oh my~” her voice was drunk off the lust and full of sensual tones. “My poor kitten has missed her mistress so much. Have you missed me, doll?” Zetari, slightly drunk off her spinning mind, simply whined and nodded her head. Veronica smiled and gently laid Zetari on her back and muttered an arcane incantation. Veronica pinned Zetari down as two ghostly hands appeared in thin air and slowly undid Zetari’s pants and her buckles. Veronica kissed Zetari deeply as Zetari’s eyes fluttered closed as her pants were loosened and pulled down past her ankles.

Zetari’s lower torso was now bare except for the very tight white panties which had a very large and growing dark wet patch around her crotch. Almost without thinking, Zetari spread her legs and Veronica noticed, as her long fingers caressed and snaked down her lovers bare thigh. Veronica moaned as she pulled away to kiss and lightly bite Zetari’s neck and began to whisper into her ear as her fingers danced around Zetari’s waist. “What do you desire my love? Muster what’s left of your sanity and will and tell me what you want. I will give you whatever you desire. Your wish is my command my darling~” Zetari’s heart was racing, her breath hot and heavy and her focus fading. “P-please!” She begged loudly and without a steady breath and through a loud whimper. “Take me Veronica! Make me remember! Make my body remember your command! Take me!” She moaned and whined, on the verge of tears out of desperation and sexual frustration. Veronica listened as her cold hand snaked it’s way underneath the waist band of Zetari’s panties, which earned a sharp loud moan from her. Veronica used her hand to gently rub between Zetari’s folds, using her thumb and palm to make slow, deep circular motions on her clit. Not enough to give significant pleasure but just enough to build the fire building in Zetari’s core. Zetari’s mouth as agape as moans and whines flowed like water as her back began to arch and her eyes finally producing tears out of pure desperation.

Veronica was drinking in every noise her beloved was making like a fine aged wine. Zetari wanted to cover her mouth, embarrassed how quickly and easily she fell apart for her gothic heart stopper. She wanted to cover her mouth so bad, but then she heard the words from that first night again. “*let it out, don’t hide. Your beautiful so beautiful! Let it all out. It’s ok, your safe with me.*” those words almost soothed Zetari and let her slip into the calmness. Veronica felt Zetari relax as her moans were let free, and thus Veronica finally slid her digits into the hot wet weak spot that Zetari craved more stimulation. Zetari let out a loud scream-like moan as she yelled “goddess yes!” Hearing that triggered something in Veronica as her eyes darkened. “Goddess? Not god? Goddess specifically? Was… was she praying to me? Does she see this pleasure as powerful as a gods power? Do I make her feel that good? Fuck… FUCK I want her to say that again!” These dominant thoughts flooded Veronica’s mind as a darker lust filled her. Like an animal who smelled blood. Blood… she needed blood, she needed Zetari. Very, very bad. Veronica let out a deep grunting moan as she whispered into Zetari’s ear. “Beg.”

Zetari’s eyes shot open as she heard the command. It sent a bolt of pleasure shooting throughout her body as if a switch was triggered. Something came over Zetari, something primal and deep rooted. A fury of pleads and moans flowed from her. “P-please! Please let me cum mistress! Please I’ll do anything! P-please let me c-cum!” These begging pleads fueled Veronica as her fingers moved at a greater speed, hitting Zetari’s most sensitive spots driving her crazy. Veronica was going without mercy and something in Zetari snapped and with a whimper and a loud scream-like moan escaped her mouth as she gripped the grass under her and shouted “PLEASE MY GODDESS MAKE ME CUM!” That one sentence drove the fire in Veronica to burn ever brighter and drove her to more intense action. Veronica removed her hand and stood back, staring at the slick liquid on her fingers with a hungry stare. Zetari laid breathless, her eyes glossy and fluttering open and shut. Veronica licked the sweet juices from her fingers and smiled. Delicious, truly better then blood.” With that, Veronica lifted Zetari’s legs and threw them over her shoulder and immediately latched her mouth over Zetari’s wet blooming flower.

The sudden feeling of one pair of lips meeting another made Zetari jump and jolt as Veronica’s tongue was long and reached every sweet spot inside Zetari. Veronica’s lapped up every drip of Zetari’s dripping honey with a vigorous hunger and quickly gaining satisfaction. Zetari was screaming her moans as her hands instinctively grabbed and gripped her lovers hair and pull her closer as she chased her high. The only things coming out of her mouth was “please”. The screamed moans filled the emptiness of the castle and the garden as Veronica loved every second. The constant new stimulus to Zetari’s aching heat made her legs shake and her toes curl as she reached her limit, and her head getting more and more fuzzy and harder to think. Zetari began screaming in between moans. “Pleas goddess- please- cum! Please goddess cum! Please cum!” As full sentences became impossible. Veronica doubled her effort and slowly but then suddenly, a wave of pleasure washed then crashed against Zetari as she twitched and shook. Zetari’s mind almost shut off as the overwhelming pleasure made her eyes roll back as her back arched. The incredible high was all she could feel. It was earthshaking.

Zetari’s eyesight faded to black slightly as she suddenly felt a lack of pleasure and instead felt close to Veronica. Veronica had started cuddling and holding Zetari very close, petting her hair and calming her down. Veronica breathed with her love and telling her to mimic her breath. “Shhhh it’s ok love. Your safe with me. Sleep, go ahead and nap. You’ve done so good my love.” Hearing her girlfriend be so comforting and calming lured Zetari into a deep sleep as her body relaxed and she fell asleep to a bliss and calmness she had missed.

Zetari’s dreams were pink and soft, a dream of candy clouds and her and Veronica being together. Her mind was still fuzzy with all the pleasure she felt so her dreams were a reflection of that. Eventually Zetari felt herself wake up, and she was not in the garden anymore. She felt soft smooth silk touching her bare skin, she felt her body was bare and under a blanket, her head rested on a soft pillow. Zetari’s eyes fluttered open as she saw she was in a massive bedroom, and laying on a huge bed with lace curtains along the bed posts. The room was dark as sunlight was creeping through the thick velvet curtains that stretch to the ceiling and hide the tall windows and conceal the coming dawn. The room smelled of aged wine, roses and the soothing smell of rain. When Zetari realized she was naked under the blanket a slight blush creeped on her quickly warming face. She jumped slightly as she heard the large dark oak doors to the bedroom open as she clutched the blanket to hide herself. However she relaxed when she saw it was Veronica, dressed in tasteful lingerie and a very see-through lace robe. Her hair was down as she was carrying a trey of food. “Good morning love. You slept like a baby.” Zetari smiled and shook her head. “God I haven’t felt that good since you left… it’s a little embarrassing but… I haven’t had sex since you left. I haven’t even touched myself so… I was pretty pent up.” Veronica smiled and sat the trey on the bedside table and sat on the side of the bed to give Zetari a kiss. “You don’t have to hide you know. I’ve seen everything and no one is allowed in here. The servants here obey me completely.” Zetari smiled and let the blanket fall, revealing her bare breasts as her nipples were hard due to the cold air in the room. Zetari took a breath as she stretched and looked to Veronica. “Thank you. I’ve missed you. But what is this place?” Veronica smiled and placed the trey of French toast and fruit juice on Zetari’s lap as she sat up to explain. “The vampire lord of this castle turned the entire population of the nearby village into his thralls. If their away from these grounds they cry and show no emotion. That’s why they seemed a little creepy when they fetched you. Well I knew the lord, from a very long time ago. He was silver poisoned but a hunter and sent for me in his finals days so I could inherit the estate and the staff. I haven’t even told you, there’s a massive library of spell scrolls. You could be the most powerful wizard in the world!” Veronica spoke like her true self, a power hungry villain with a wicked sense of humor. The true persona Zetari also fell in love with. She listened to her evil genius girlfriend rant as she ate. The French tipsy was delicious.

Zetari stopped eating for a second and looked to Veronica. “Why do all this? I still don’t understand?” Veronica composed herself and smiled as she sat next to Zetari. “Because, we can’t do this forever. Eventually the killing will grow old. The adventuring will get tiring and slowly not worth it. But us? Our love? That will never grow weak. When you tire of adventuring and killing, when you just want to settle down, we have this place. And I will finally get to give this to you properly;” Veronica smiles as she reaches into a drawer of the bed side table and pulls out a ring box and opens it. Revealing a beautiful gold and silver ring with a beautiful dark red Diamond that glows like a rainbow. On the inside of the ring is an elvish engraving that translates to “Our love will out last every empire.” Zetari’s eyes widened as she covered her mouth to cover her shock. “Is- is that-“ Zetari stumbled. Veronica nodded and smiled. “I’ve been thinking of it for a while. Your my everything Zetari. I love you, and I want to call you my wife. The question is, will you say yes?” Zetari started crying slightly out of pure joy as she immediately hugged Veronica tight and squealed with joy. “Yes! Yes a thousand times yes!!” Veronica smiled and cried as well as she held her naked bride to be. It had been a few minutes as the two girls calmed down as Zetari tried in the ring, it fit perfectly. Zetari smiled feeling complete as Veronica held her close in her arms. “I want my honeymoon to be here, I assume that’s why you got the place at all?” Zetari asked through a big smile. Veronica smiled and nodded. “Yes. The vampire lord said he’d give me the ring and the castle. And there’s enough gold in the basement to get a wedding anywhere in the world. Anything for, and I’m so glad I can finally say, my bride to be.” Zetari smiled as she felt her heart warm and beat double time. “Fiancée, I think is the word your looking for.”

The girls spent the morning in beg cuddling, planning their wedding and just feeling each other’s love. It had been a good hour before the two girls found themselves in a position where Zetari found herself being hugged as she sat in Veronica’s lap. “So, when do we head back? We’ve got a country to kill and a god to make unstoppable.” Zetari said with a smilie as she saw Veronica bite her lip as she admired her brides body as her hands rested on her hips. “Perhaps we can stay here a few days? We have a lot of time apart to make up for.” Veronica said with lust lacing her words. Zetari smiled and kissed Veronica deeply and spoke in a breathless voice. “Well my goddess, your servant is waiting~”

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