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The Seduction of Seleste

from the world of the mating season

The Witch of Meketh

Chapter 9

"Pretty girl! Awake! Awake! Come now, you can do it!"

Seleste groaned and her head rocked back and forth. She could smell the sea, the grass, the flowers, the spicy scent of something boiling over a fire. And blood. That wasn't good. Someone was lightly slapping her face, then a withered voice shouted, "I said wake up!" and she cried out as her breast was squeezed hard.

Seleste's eyes snapped open. Her body was propped up in a wooden chair. There were no armrests, so her arms and back were bound to the back of the chair while her ankles were bound to the legs. Her broken leg was healed - and her finger too! The pain was gone entirely! What had happened and where was she? She slowly lifted her head, and as her mane fell back out of her eyes, she came face to face with an ugly old crone. She screamed.

"Yes, yes," said the old wolf, rolling her eyes. "Most of them do that when they see Tahki. Scream some more. Pretty voice, pretty girl."

Seleste sat stiff and frightened in the chair. Her nose crinkled up: the old wolf smelled of rotten cabbage and her breath of dead fish. She was bent, missing a fang, and had breasts that sagged in shriveled sacks from her chest. Her long white mane draped to her feet as she rubbed her knotted fingers and regarded Seleste. A string of drool left her mouth, and Seleste realized she was lusting!

Seleste quivered and looked away. Her eyes searched frantically for other strangers but there were none, just a crackling fire, a boiling pot on a spit, and the towering silhouette of the Meketh ruins. Broken pillars and fragmented walls loomed in the darkness that pressed upon the camp, and blank statues stood dour against the winking stairs. The ruins of Meketh - it was true! She had always thought such places were stories.

She sat there with her heart beating hard, and then she noticed them: the bodies. Naked wolves were strapped to the pillars, strapped to the statues. They were all male. And they were all dead. Some where missing limbs, others were missing their penises, and Seleste slowly began to realize what horrible concoction was boiling on the fire.

"Who are you?" Seleste demanded frantically of the old wolf. "And where's Keme!" she noticed an earthen plate with skeletal paw on it and a cold dread crept under her skin. Oh, god, had she eaten him?

The old wolf sniggered. "It makes demands of me, the nerve." She shuffled close and pinched a strand of Seleste's mane. Seleste winced and looked away as her body was squeezed and prodded. She cried out when the old wolf carefully licked her nipple. Her nipple was forced to rotate under the press of that wet tongue.

"Stop it!" Seleste wailed and twisted in the chair. It hit her for the first time that her legs had been tied in such a way that they were wide apart. The old wolf didn't hesitate to slip her fingers between Seleste's thighs. She watched with growing lust as Seleste turned beet red, then began to wriggle her hips in a pointless attempt to escape.

"Oh, but she likes it," whispered the old wolf. Her eyes watched Seleste's pink pussy with a sort of greedy fascination as she fingered her. Her withered fingers glided carefully in and out. Seleste threw her head back and moaned as she wriggled. It took her a while to realize the stranger was enjoying her angry cries, her jiggling breasts, her gyrating hips. She fell still and trembled with silent rage when the old wolf lifted her fingers to show Seleste they were wet. She sucked on her fingers slowly, and Seleste looked away.

"Tight little cunt, tight little cunt," whispered the old wolf to herself. "Tahki likes her taste, oh yes."

Seleste thought this molestation was over, but the old wolf reached down and began stroking her clit.

"P-Please . . ." Seleste whispered. She could feel herself throbbing and she wanted to die. This ugly old wolf was touching her in ways that was driving her wild. To hell with it! She bucked and struggled and screamed angrily as her clit was fondled into a climax. Her juices were staining her thighs when the old wolf suddenly stopped.

Seleste raised her head, thinking that perhaps the stranger was finished with this torture and was going away. No, the old female was kneeling carefully before Seleste. Her heart began to beat wild as she realized what the crone was preparing to do. She strained to close her thighs in a desperate attempt to save herself, but her legs had purposely been tied in such a way that they were kept apart. The old wolf laughed at her and squeezed her shapely little thighs, then her ugly face plunged.

Seleste's eyes grew round. It was the first time anyone's wet, licking mouth had ever been there. Her flat belly heaved, her wide hips twisted, her little thighs trembled as she sought to escape. But the licking and sucking was too much. Her clit responded readily to every wet thrust of the old wolf's tongue and soon enough, her little thighs were stained afresh with her juices. Her head fell back and she cried out, cried her pleasure to the night sky as her little breasts pointed to the stars. The old wolf reached up to squeeze her tit. Seleste moaned. It was coming. Oh god, no. But it happened. Her clit strained to hold back, but unable to take it any longer, she squirted against the old hag's face.

To Seleste's dismay, the hag started licking her little thighs clean in long, hard strokes. "There, there, little one," she whispered between licks, "just surrender to me and it will be easier."

Seleste sagged in the chair, feeling dismal. She had just given her passion to this bent old crone . . . ugh. She didn't bother to lift her head and slouched in the chair with her head thrown back, her breasts thrust forward, her face turned wretchedly to the side. It was then that she noticed Keme. He was tied to a chair across the fire from her in similar fashion, but he was also gagged. Oh god. He had sat there watching her getting fondled and licked! His dick was rigid after having been forced to watch her shapely little body twisting in the chair, her breasts heaving, her pink pussy straining. And even in that dismal moment, she could not help but notice the bulge of his muscles, his hard thighs, his rippling belly. And his thick cock. She could smell his sweet musk from here and was filled with the sudden urge to lick that hard phallus. Their eyes met, and she couldn't believe it when his pretty green eyes glazed over with lust. White pre-cum oozed from his cock, but his intense gaze remained fixed on her. He wanted her! It was all in his gaze, his burning need to touch her, kiss her, fuck her.

Seleste shivered and bowed her head, letting her mane fall forward to hide her face. The crone's tongue was still bathing her, and she closed her eyes as it happened, imagining it was Keme. So that's what it took? He had to see her naked body twisting and heaving before he wanted to be with her? He had thought she was beautiful, yes. But for the first time, he was thinking of doing things to her beauty. What had taken him so long? She had blossomed into adulthood with males throwing themselves at her feet every step of the way. But him? It was as if she had to wave it in his face before he even noticed enough to get hard. Even MeRorr had had his accidental hard-ons around her.

"Oh, the taste," whispered the hag hungrily. She gave Seleste a lick from clit to tit that left her trembling and weak.

Seleste closed her eyes and sobbed as her hungry little clit responded. It started to pulse and her pink nipples grew rock hard. She tried again to close her thighs but gave up and sagged in the chair. The old wolf shuffled around until she was behind Seleste, then bent over her and began fondling her breasts. Her withered paw reached slowly down. Wanting desperately to close her legs, Seleste's thighs trembled. She watched in dismay as the hag spread her pussy lips with two fingers, as if she was displaying that hot, wet place to Keme.

Sitting across the fire from this molestation, Keme's eyes went right to Seleste's pussy. She trembled as his hungry eyes took in her sex, the pink the lips - so swollen from fingering and licking - her fat little clit as it pulsed from the pleasure, and her pussy itself, gushing her juices. Her arousal was fully on display for him and he looked at her with shameless longing. The hag sniggered and squeezed Seleste's tit as she leaned down to lick her neck. Seleste shivered under that tongue. Her heart leapt when Keme's eyes burned with silent rage. He was glaring now at the hag as if he wanted to knock her head off.

"Ooo, the handsome one gets angry," whispered the crone in Seleste's ear. "Is he your mate, little one? Your lover? Has that beautiful cock slipped thick and strong in this tight little cunt? Has he been between your thighs and known the heaven of these thick lips?" She pinched Seleste's pussy lips as she spoke and her other paw smoothed lovingly over Seleste's shoulder.

Seleste blushed to be asked such things. Feeling suddenly unable to speak, she shook her head furiously and looked down. Keme hadn't touched her! Though she had wanted him to badly. She realized it was just solace: she wanted the comfort of his arms after everything that had just happened. Knowing him inside would have taken her mind far away from the pain, the anguish, the tears. Perhaps that was the reason he had never touched her: maybe he wanted sex to be more than just solace. She realized it was true when his angry eyes continued burning a hole through the apparent Tahki.

The crone laughed. She lifted her withered paws to the stars and began dancing around the fire. Watching her, Seleste realized for the first time that she was draped in many beads and bangles. Feathers were woven into her mane, bracelets of bone jangled on her skinny wrists and similar anklets slapped against her ankles. She waved her boney hips and swished her tail, her sagging breasts flapped, and her wild mane tossed.

Watching as the old wolf danced her mad dance to the stars, Seleste suddenly realized why her broken bones were healed: Tahki was a witch. Witches were wolves who possessed the sacred knowledge of village sorcerers and shamans, but rather than serve their tribes with their talents, they would run away to live in the wild - or in exile. Seleste would not be surprised if this old hag hadn't been banned from her tribe. Perhaps she'd been caught fondling young girls.

Tahki began a slow dance of seduction. Piling her filthy mane on her head, she gyrated her hips in Keme's direction until she was standing behind his chair. Keme's lip curled in disgust around his gag, and sitting opposite the fire, Seleste's heart pounded: oh, god - now the witch was going to molest Keme!

Smiling at Seleste over Keme's shoulder, Tahki reached around and began to fondle his cock in long, firm strokes. Keme scowled and closed his eyes, as if he was trying to shut her touch out. But Seleste knew he couldn't resist: for all the nausea she exuded, Tahki was very skilled in bringing pleasure to her victims. Seleste could see Keme's chest heaving as he was touched. She caressed his balls gently, then smoothed her fingers up and down his shaft. He grunted, he glared, and his muscles flexed as he strained, but eventually, his face contorted, his hips thrust forward against his binds, and he squirted. He sagged, bowing his head as if he was ashamed of himself. Tahki came around the chair, and kneeling between his thighs, she bathed him with her tongue.

Seleste sat cringing as she watched this happen. Why, oh why, didn't Keme break free of those pitiful ropes? He had moved a boulder, for god's sake! But no. He sat tied to his chair, grunting and helpless and weak as Tahki suddenly closed her mouth over his cock. He shook his head and his eyes grew wide as the crone's head went up and down in his lap. His grunts behind the gag went from angry to erotic. His head fell back as Tahki worked her lips and tongue, and his cries to the night sky were weak and helpless. He came a second time, and Seleste closed her eyes to the sounds of Tahki's gulping.

When Seleste opened her eyes again, Keme was sagging in the chair. He stared wretchedly at the stars as Tahki gently licked the cum from his soft phallus. His dick flopped dismally from every lick, and when it was clear he was not going to get hard again, Tahki stood up. Keme didn't even look at her; he just sagged there with his head thrown back. But Seleste watched intently. Because she knew whatever Tahki did next, it was probably going to involve her.

"Now Tahki will have some real fun," the witch said to herself. She went to the fire and bent over carefully. When she straightened up, she was holding a staff. A sorcerer's staff. Oh god. So she had been exiled. Exiles were the worst. Seleste could only imagine what terrible things Tahki might have done to be banned by the other sorcerers in her tribe.

Seleste thought Tahki was going to come to her, but the witch turned to Keme instead, who was now stiff and alert in his chair. Her heart pounding hard, Seleste noticed the dawn rising over the sea behind Keme. Maybe Tahki was going to kill them! Maybe now that the night was over and the sun was coming, she was going to do away with them! It seemed as if she had had her fun. All that was left now was to cook them in her pot.

Seleste watched helplessly as Tahki pointed her staff at Keme, but to her surprise, the staff only emitted a soft blue light. The light snaked over Keme's body, who watched in confusion and dismay. His ropes burst to fragments when the light touched them, as did his gag, and then he was pulled up out of his chair like a puppet. Seleste's mouth sagged open as Keme, glowing blue, was forced to walk toward her. Tahki danced along behind him, waving her staff like a puppeteer.

"And now the girl will have her way," Tahki sang, "and now the girl will have her way! The boy will fuck her blind and send the lust clean from her mind!"

What! Seleste shook her head wildly when Keme was forced to stop before her. He struggled to lift his paw, as if he was straining against whatever control the witch had over him. But his paw eventually touched her face. Seleste cried out as the blue light snaked over her. He had passed it to her and now they were both glowing. The light found her ropes and shred them as well, then her legs snapped her to her feet. Her mane whipped back, her arms lifted themselves above her head, and her eyes grew wide when Keme jerked her to him by the hip. His eyes were apologetic as his paws squeezed her ass of their own accord.

Seleste trembled angrily. They were being played with like dolls, forced to touch and kiss each other for the damn witch's amusement. Tahki laughed as Keme was forced to pull her into his embrace and kiss her. He was able to resist for a moment and dropped his forehead against hers.

"I'm - sorry," he whispered and it was even a strain to talk. The blue light forced his lips to hers again, and she moaned as his tongue filled her. He wasn't a bad kisser. She didn't even fight it, and she blushed when she realized he wasn't fighting anymore either: he was kissing her on his own.

"Stop that kissing!" the witch hissed. "Fuck her! Take her!"

Seleste cried out when Keme was forced to grab her thigh. He jerked it onto his hip, and she could feel the brush of his cock against her. Oh, god. He was hard. He was about to sink that big thing up and in. She had wanted it, she had to admit that. But not like this, not against his will, not for the amusement of the wicked old hag laughing nearby!

"We - have to - fight it --" Keme managed. "Argh!" He growled as he pulled his paws free of Seleste.

"Oh, no you don't!" snarled the witch. She pointed again with her staff, and squeezing his eyes shut, Keme was helpless to stop himself reaching again for Seleste's hips. Seleste felt her thigh snap to his hip again, and then it happened: his big cock sank up and in. She cried out and blushed when her pussy sucked him in response. He was bigger, hotter, stronger than she'd ever imagined! Her hips gyrated against him of their own accord and he thrust into her breathlessly, eagerly, his green eyes softening as he took in her face. He dragged her to the ground and kissed her, touched her in a frenzy, as his cock drove inside. Seleste hooked her feet behind his back and wriggled against him, moaning, gasping from the touch his big paws. It only took a second before her pussy was so wet, he was squishing into her. That powerful body consuming her, it was too much. Surprising them both, she kissed him hard and wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled and was kissing her back when they both realized the blue light was gone: they were fucking each other on their own.

In a sudden panic, Keme scrambled off Seleste and got to his feet. Seleste just lay there feeling disappointed. His hard, hot body on top of her had been her wet dreams come true! And he was kissing her so passionately, so hungrily only to suddenly end it all? When she looked up, she realized why: Tahki was dead. The old wolf lay sprawled on the sand like a tattered rag.

A young female stood over the dead witch's body. She was obviously a warrior. And she was gorgeous. Tall and toned with muscles, her dusky auburn fur was rough and bristly in the light of the rising sun. Big breasts, wide hips, and a teeny waist, she stood over the dead witch with a curved sword in her paw. Her tail was low behind her and her mane was pulled back in a thick tail that fell to the center of her back. Her curvy body was laced with straps containing daggers and pouches, and about her neck, she wore a small symbol. Seleste had seen those necklaces on the sun warriors that had visited her father in the summer village. Sun warriors wore necklaces that bore their names should they fall in battle. That way, their names could be inscribed on the sacred stones that dotted the wastelands.

Seleste got to her feet and read the sun wolf's necklace, silently grateful that she had at least learned to read. Ah. The female's name was Talisa. Talisa. She glared.

"I am Talisa," the stranger said. Her brown eyes watched them both in great amusement. "And you two are very busy."

Keme scratched his ears uncomfortably. "It's not what it looks like," he said gruffly. "She was forcing us to."

Seleste looked at him quickly and felt a little stung: some of that had been his own doing, surely! But he wouldn't even look at her! She looked miserably at her feet.

Talisa snorted as she regarded them. "Looked to me like that had nothing to do with magic," she said, and laughed when Keme's face darkened.

"I'd thank you for your help if I even knew who and what you were," Keme returned sharply.

Seleste watched as he bent to gather his spear and traveling pack, and her heart burned when she noticed Talisa watching too. Talisa's pretty brown eyes narrowed with lust as Keme's hard ass cheeks rose briefly to the sky. He straightened up and both females pretended they hadn't been eying him.

Talisa stuck a paw on her hip, and a strand of mane fell in her eyes as she answered, "Like I said, I am Talisa. I am a warrior of the sun village. We've been hunting down Tahki for weeks. She was a thief who stole many a valuable item from our chief. The others were pussies and gave up, so I finished the hunt alone." So saying, Talisa lifted her sword in both paws, as if she was preparing to bring it down on the dead witch.

"Wait - what are you doing!" Seleste cried out.

Talisa paused to regard Seleste, and Seleste's heart burned yet again with anger: Talisa had just realized that Seleste was no warrior but a soft simpering pushover. She smiled as if she found this highly amusing.

"What's the matter, little girl?" Talisa said. "Afraid of a little blood? I have to return with the witch's head. As proof."

Seleste's face darkened. She folded her arms, resolutely determined not to look the squeamish, delicate female. "Do whatever the hell you want," she snapped.

Talisa laughed and her eyes traced over Seleste's body. Seleste blinked her surprise: Talisa liked females too? She had never heard of such a thing - a female who liked both -- and she squirmed under Talisa's probing eyes.

Without warning, Talisa brought the sword down in one swift swing. Seleste went rigid as Tahki's blood splashed her. She tried not to, but she looked: Tahki's severed head rolled to a stop at her feet, jutting with blank white bones and seeping blood. Seleste felt her head spinning. She fainted.