(X) “… Clever boy.”
And pride was feeble solace beside that thick cock skewering her pussy. Marisa squeezed out a grin and a giggle – both a greater effort than they should have been, in the wake of the boy’s sudden, rough thrust. Her stomach was still fluttering. A persistent tingle behind her stiff-tipped breasts made breathing its own exercise.
“Nnh… Mm. Yeah, that’s right,” Marisa admitted, staring down Tarou’s vainglorious face. “This’s sex. You’re buck naked, and the tip of your cock is kissin’ my womb. ‘Course it’s sex at this point. And I’d not have had it another way.”
Tarou was not to be dissuaded with stark honesty alone. “Then I’m right?” he insisted. “You’re in love with me? That’s why the ‘treatment?’”
Marisa chortled – in earnest this time, and with no small damage to the boy’s expression. “Ahh, youth,” she sighed. “No, bucko, your parents did hire me, fair’n’all. I’ve not fallen for you. Tough luck. Once ya skinned those pants, though, and I saw what you were packin’ there… Knew it had to be amazin’ if that Tengu bitch chose you. Those never come so near the town without they scent somethin’ nice.”
Tarou’s mouth soured at the retroactive implications. “So, that Tengu smelled my…?”
“Youth, vigour, ki,” corrected Marisa. “Could be, if you were backed-up. ‘S why she nabbed ya… presumably, ‘nyhow.”
A dark cloud slid behind the boy’s eyes, as if the Tengu in question herself had just rejected him. A ray of hope knifed through when he addressed the witch currently riding his stiff manhood. “… And you, miss Marisa?”
Marisa shaped a wide grin. “Ah, I’m takin’ advantage of the situation, is all. I’ll purge and ward ya, no worries. It’s jus’, when I heard your side of the story, and saw that gorgeous prick of yours… I had to see how it would feel inside me.” The Ordinary Witch brushed her fingertips down the boy’s toned abdomen, up the stubble-covered base of his dick, and then around the firm nub of her clitoris. With two fingers on either side, she peeled back its loose hood; with a third, she began to flick the stiff protrusion left and right. A delicious, toe-curling judder clamped her pussy walls around Tarou’s invading cock. “Nnha, haa… Nn. Witch pussies, you see,” she told her stupefied boy-toy, “get really, really, haah, nngh… really lonely, y’know? A witch has to get screwed, nhh, nice an’ hard… at least ten times a month. Or else, hfff… else, she’ll go madder’n a fairy in a basement. An’ did you know somethin’, bucko?”
Marisa jerked her hand away from her hard, sensitive nub. Then, making a grab for one of Tarou’s knees, she leaned back, and spread her legs wide – displaying the place where his cock was sheathed balls-deep inside her.
“This pussy,” the Ordinary Witch announced, “ain’t been fucked even once this month.”
And that had been another lie. Since her latest cycle had reared its horny head, Marisa had already had sex thrice. Once, with the victim of a fairy’s prank – whom she’d quietly comforted with her pussy while his wife had been busy at the stove downstairs. Once more, with a town herbalist – to whom Marisa had delivered a shipment of love elixir, and which the man had absolutely to trial on the nearest woman (Marisa) ahead he’d even agreed to haggle. And then, a third time – with a man who had, embarrassingly, turned out to be a recent friend of her father. The ageing, jovial, somewhat portly bachelor had approached the Ordinary Witch claiming a young kitsune had laid a curse upon his lower body. Only later, afterwards Marisa had followed him home, and proven beyond the palest shade of a doubt the man hadn’t been mystically rendered impotent, had he revealed this truth. Although, since he had already come inside her twice, and been in the middle of giving her the best finger-bang of her life as he’d confessed his duplicity, the Ordinary Witch had acquiesced to three more rounds of free creampie sex in order to keep his mouth shut.
When she’d at last got home that night, for no reason but to feel safer, the Ordinary Witch would down a double dose of the contraceptive kava tonic she had used to peddle on the quiet to careless townswomen. And then, she would scribble a mental note to prepare even more in advance if… or, really, for when she let her dad’s friend play with his wayward daughter’s body again.
Marisa shuddered out of the memory of the old man egging her on with his fingers wiggling inside her cum-smeared pussy. Tarou’s hearty dick was now in their place; and, while nowhere near so nimble, the full, tight sensation of it plumping out her belly all the way up to her womb almost offset the lack of direct assault on her special spots. Marisa from before the animal spirit possession would have thought twice before turning down this kind of pleasure; Marisa of now wanted nothing less than to take the boy home and use him like an erotic chair all night long.
Under the circumstances, however, the Marisa of now would also have to settle for a course of regular impregnation sex. Tarou’s parents would not be gone forever, and walking in on a youkai hunter riding half-naked atop their son was not, the Ordinary Witch had to imagine, high up on their Tanabata wish tree. Nor was the boy himself without his own ideas.
A pleasant shiver ran up and stiffened Marisa’s back when Tarou slid his large hands from her waist to her slim thighs – hooking his thumbs under her rearranged panties along the way. Soaked in slick coconut oil, the dark, chiffon underwear – which Marisa had purchased and worn especially to get fucked in – clung to her bare skin. Tarou drew the panties completely to the side, unveiling the heart-shaped patch of blond pubic hair on Marisa’s groin.
“… Witches are so naughty,” he observed. “Aren’t they?”
“Mm. I ‘unno,” giggled Marisa. “Only know two or three. This’s more of a… a youkai extermination catch. There’s a lotta stress in the job that has to go someplace, see? An’ when we’re called to tend to knockouts like you—” Marisa walked her fingers up the boy’s firm, toned stomach. “… That can get mighty frustratin’. We’re girls, too… y’know?”
“Other… youkai hunters are like this?” asked Tarou, slowly.
Marisa flashed him a nasty look. “Want to fuck Reimu too?”
Tarou’s eyes blinked in surprise, yet the head of his cock briefly pushing up harder against Marisa’s cervix was its own, unwitting answer. “The—The Hakurei?” he stuttered out. “I—I wasn’t… I hadn’t meant—”
“Ah, ‘s fine, bucko,” cooed Marisa. “Reimu may act the devil when she’s on the job, but she’s been doin’ this after-care thingy long as me. I ‘unno if she’d screw you, less you were her type, but she loves givin’ head. Saw her blow a guy for half an hour straight once upon a time. Tell you what: you ever get bullyragged by a youkai again, ask for Reimu. Get the two of yous alone, and then show ‘er that handsome prick. You’ll be hittin’ her tonsils ‘fore your pants’re halfway down. And, who knows? Might be you’ll get lucky and get ‘er to use her tits, too.”
Tarou’s stare turned just a tad wishful. “… Miss Reimu would do that?”
“Good things come to boys who ask,” said Marisa, paraphrasing what her dad’s friend had. Casually advertising her best friend’s breasts had its own, wicked appeal; Marisa, however, had something even better in store for her client. A trip up and down her warm pussy walls, with a nice, happy finish in her fertile womb. “That’s that, though. Another time, bucko. Today, you’re screwin’ the witch. An’, I dare say, you’ve made her wait enough. Y’know,” she added with a smirk, “Reimu’d spread you across the wall if you jus’ kept ‘er caught like this without actually fucking her for so long.”
Tarou looked turned on. Then, he managed to looked contrite instead. “Um. Sorry. It’s… It feels so nice, I kind of don’t want it to end. A—And I was thinking—” the words tumbled from the boy’s tongue, it seemed, precluding his head altogether, “that, since you were way cuter than miss Reimu, that I wanted to… I’d rather it were you next time, too. And if you can’t – then I’d like to stay like this a little longer today. Please?”
Marisa smacked him on the flank – even if the compliment had made her break out in a grin. “Aw, that’s nice,” she granted; “and my pussy doesn’t want to let you go, either, but… No dice. I need this. I need to feel that cock movin’. There ain’t been a thing I needed badder than that right now. I’ll let you take me out on a date later, the full course, so why don’t we get you pumpin’ my baby room full – before your parents come back and I lose my witchin’ mind?”
Something passed behind the boy’s saucer-wide eyes, which Marisa was positive she would either come to rue… or enjoy immensely. “… So,” he said after a moment. “This is a treatment. For you.”
And it was fast proving to be the latter. “Mm. Clever boooy,” she all but purred. “That’s right. This’s a treatment, Tarou-boy. Always was. A treatment where you take that awesome cock and rub my achin’ pussy all over to make it better. An’ then, if you want… put your sticky medicine inside. As deep as you like. I promise I won’t complain. Treat me as you will.”
“Then—” Tarou began.
And then, rather startling the petite Ordinary Witch, her youthful client heaved himself up to a sit. All of a sudden, Marisa found she had been shifted from looming above the adolescent boy, to being seated in his lap, with nothing except his broad, naked chest filling out her sight. What her surprise had ruined by causing her to flinch back, it was fixed once Tarou had gripped the witch’s ample buttocks (about the only ample part of her, really), and pushed her back down his thick, oiled-up manhood. It bottomed out as smoothly as if it had never left.
That one touch of manhandling – together with the penetration – was enough to cause the Ordinary Witch to swoon. Tarou’s chest showed itself to be apt support when Marisa braced herself against it with both hands and her sweat-sheened forehead. Silently, she thanked the thankless gods of harvest for doing their devotees at least this service. It was all Marisa could do, to cover her face and try her damnedest not to breathe in the boy’s warm, pheromone-laced smell. That, she feared, would have removed all remaining shackles of self-control from her brain.
“Then,” came the boy’s voice from above, “I want to treat you in another position, miss Marisa.”
Outmatched in height by more than a head, even while seated, Marisa had to crane her neck to peer up at the boy’s ruddy, yet determined face. “… What—” she managed to say, “nnhh, oh boy… What’d you have in mind, stud?”
There was a hesitant, greedy pause. “… Like the Tengu lady.”
“Haah. Someone discovered a fetish, huh?”
“I mean… Worked for her.”
The Ordinary Witch tittered. “… Jester. Pervert.”
“I’m not jesting, miss Marisa,” insisted the boy.
“I know,” she assured him. “That’s what makes this so hot, Tarou-boy. I love an honest boy.”
And, she didn’t add, an honest boy with nice muscles a dick that made her feel this good went another mile still. It was a mile that took Marisa Kirisame, the youkai exterminator, into a realm where she weighed options she would never have under different circumstances. Atop the boy, twisting and grinding her hips, would have been her choice a few minutes before; now, Marisa had a taste for something that would leave her pussy the same sodden, semen-dripping mess… but flip the arrangement somewhat.
She considered, with not a little thrill of treachery, what Reimu would have done in her shoes.
( ) Get fucked like a bitch in heat.
( ) No way she’d miss out on getting mating-pressed under that bod.
( ) Write-in. Surprise me. Seriously.