Magic Is Real
The crunching of leaves and branches underfoot breaks the silence around you. Streams of light beam onto the foliage around you and a distant chirp followed by the flapping of wings echoes softly through the trees. You can see a lone deer through the brush, head down and nosing through the leaves, when suddenly a loud crack ringing through the muted woods makes you jump. The deer slumps over slowly and you hear some rustling off to the side as a figure steps out. "Hey, I hope I didn't scare you or anything" she calls out. Making her way over to you she eyes up the fallen deer a few meters away. "No, I was just startled for a second. I didn't think there'd be anyone out here" you reply, getting a better look as she rests her rifle against a tree. She's wearing woodland camouflage most modern hunters use nowadays, and her dark blonde hair is tied up in a loose bun. It covers most of her ears, but you can see pointed tips poking through. "Do you need some help with that?" you motion to the deer carcass. "I usually end up cleaning everything myself, but if you don't mind and aren't going to puke, I could use a hand" she answers, pulling out some rope and tarp from a bag. Stringing the rope around the back hooves, you watch her throw the other end over a sturdy looking branch. Picking up the deer as best you can, you hoist it as she pulls the rope tight and ties it around the trunk. "Alright let's get started" she says, slipping a large hunting knife off her leg holster.
Half an hour later, you're stacking hunks of meat into a cooler as the pointy eared girl wipes her knife clean. A pile of organs sits against a tree, and she folds the skin over her shoulder. "Thanks for helping and not throwing up. Not a lot of people can stomach butchering an animal nowadays" she picks up all her gear while you carry the cooler.
"It's not a big deal, it was pretty interesting to learn. Where are we headed anyway, miss?..."
"Atropa, sorry. My place isn't too far from here, let me make you dinner for your help"
"Sure, I've never had venison before" you say, as your stomach growls. It's a short hike to her house, and you see a lot of tools scattered as you walk up; you even spot an anvil in the yard as you pass. Atropa drops the hide into a bin and places her rifle onto a rack.
"You can place the cooler anywhere in the kitchen, I'm just going to change real quick" she calls to you, dipping into a separate room. Taking a quick look around, you notice a lot of scrap leather and tools lying about, and an odd copy of 'Industrial Society and Its Future' on a table.
Atropa steps back out, wearing a black skirt and grey blouse and walks into the kitchen. "How do you feel about venison stew?" she asks, pulling out a leg from the cooler and cutting a slab off. You shrug, unable to decide one way or another but it sounds good enough. Slapping the meat onto a cutting board, she shows you how to remove all the sinew and silverskin, and you end up dicing the meat while she grabs some vegetables from a cupboard. After all the ingredients are diced and in the pot sauteeing, Atropa reaches for a bottle of red wine and dumps half of it into the pot, letting it come to a boil for a while before adding water and covering. Turning the heat to low, she brings out two glasses and fills them halfway with the wine. "It's going to take a little while, so we might as well drink" she smiles, handing you a glass. You raise your glass, she lightly clinks hers against it, and you both take a sip.
Another half hour and 3 more glasses of wine each passes, and you're both sitting on her couch, chatting about guns. Drinking on an empty stomach was a mistake, your head is reeling and you're starting to get sleepy but you don't want to be rude. She's feeling it a bit as well, clearly, she's leaning heavily on the arm of the couch. Setting her glass down on an end table, she sees your head drop for a second and pats her lap. "Come here..." she whispers, and the next thing you know your face is resting on her thigh, her fingers running through your hair. Closing your eyes and breathing softly, you enjoy the feeling of her hand, rubbing your head softly, then down your neck, and then down your shirt. She rubs your chest slowly before pulling her hand out and resting it on your stomach. The small massage or whatever it is, feels heavenly and you sigh quietly at her touch. Her hand makes its way down to your waist and she leans down, kissing you slowly as her fingers brush against your crotch. She unbuttons your pants, slipping in over your boxers as her tongue makes its way past your lips, and you moan softly into her mouth. Pulling you out of your boxers, her fingers wrap around your shaft, squeezing and stroking gently. Her free hand rests on your head as she breaks the kiss, sitting back up.
Your breath turns ragged as Atropa strokes you to full hardness, your dick twitching in her hand as she squeezes the base. Running a finger up the side, she rubs it across the tip, pulling up a string of precum. Rubbing it back into the head of your cock, she strokes the tip slowly as you twist and turn in her lap. "That's a good boy..." she sighs, leaning down to kiss you once again as her hand works your cock. Your eyelids flutter, chills slide down your back, and your hips jerk as you paint Atropa's hand white with your cum. Her tongue wrestles against yours as she strokes you through your orgasm, making sure you get out every drop. All you can do is lie there and let her milk you dry, and she eventually loosens her grip, sitting up to lick her hand clean. Resting in her lap, you feel her hands hold your head in place as she leans in once more, kissing you and pushing her tongue deep into your mouth. Not just her tongue makes its way in, and you feel something else running along your tongue and sliding to the back of your throat. Atropa keeps you still as she kisses you, forcing you to swallow what you realize is a mixture of her saliva and your own cum. "Good boy" she smiles, patting your cheek before tucking you back into your boxers. "I think the stew should be just about ready by now, if you're still hungry..."
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