Witch Blood - 11

Story by Little Red Wolf on SoFurry

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"... you just straighten yourself up in there then meet us in

the next room," Callie was saying as she backed out of the small room. "I'm

going to show Rhea where we keep things while you get yourself all pickled!" A

solid door was closed and the pair moved down the hall a distance before the

bigger of the two spoke. "Well, this is exciting," Callie bubbled. "New girl,

new client, both of you so fresh and uncertain! Oh! This is going to be the

best night ever!"

"He's just so shy," Rhea commented as she shook her head.

"How are you supposed to deal with a kid who doesn't know what he's doing?"

"Lots of men are like that," Callie told her in a slightly

less bubbly tone than normal. "Lots of bravado when around others but everyone

has a first time. I really like first timers like him ... so innocent and

uncertain. We aren't objects to him ... we're goddesses. He wants to make a woman

feel good but doesn't know his way around."

"So, you make this place sound like a sex school for the

terminally awkward," Rhea said with a smirk.

"It seems like that sometimes," Callie told her with a

smile, "but we're more than just that."

"I know," Rhea said skeptically, "you save men's souls by

drawing the beast out of them."

"Something like that," Callie admitted. "Do you still see

sex as a dirty thing?"

"No," Rhea said a little too quickly. "Well-"

"Sex is about people coming together in the most intimate

way," Callie told her without malice. "It's more fun than anything else you

might get yourself into and being good at it is the best feeling. It's a shame

so many people are so afraid of things that make you feel good. I wonder if that's

why I like it so much." Her mind seemed to wander for a bit.

"It's more than just sex, to you," Rhea said as she watched

the other woman's face. "There are some clients who are special, to you."

Callie's smile returned, but this was different from the one

she normally wore. When Callie entered a room, it was as if she brought a celebration

of life with her. This smile was the type on wore to the bedside of a sick

family member who was not expected to make it through the night. It caused Rhea

to draw her feelings in and create distance, to protect the sensitive parts of her

psyche.

"The priests tell us that emotions are the path to sin," the

plump woman told her sadly. "They'd lock us in our rooms and burn the place to

the ground, if they thought they could get away with it. When people come here,

they come with damaged souls. It's up to us to help them. It's up to us to make

them smile and let their blood burn with pleasures they never thought they

could know."

Silence returned, as the women moved into a supply room

filled with buckets, brushes, bottles, and towels. Once they were armed for

their night, Callie took them the long way around but then walked past the

bathing room without stopping.

"Uhm," Rhea began.

"He's still in the privy," Callie told her. "We need to give

him some time to purge."

Rhea wrinkled her nose at the thought but kept her mouth

shut. They went around the brothel thrice. The pace was steady but slow. Each

time around the plump woman would point to a red sign on the wall. On the final

round the sign was green.

"How does that work?" Rhea asked.

"When he pulls the chain for water, it changes," Callie

explained. "Ready?" Rhea nodded and both drew in deep breaths to center

themselves. Then Callie put on her brightest face, flung open the door, and

gave a carefree shout. "Ta-daaa!"

A squeak emerged from Liam who was kneeling on the ground

next to a bucket of water. Basic cleaning supplies were in every one of the

rooms and he had applied them to his person in liberal amounts. When he looked

up at Callie, the terror in his eyes began to recede and turned very red. "I'm

sorry!" he bleated pitifully. "I'm sorry ... I-"

"Sorry?" Callie cut him off. "You bet you're sorry! You

started without me!"

"I'm sorry!" he shouted again.

"Well I'll get over it," Callie went on teasing him, "but

it's Rhea who you should be apologizing to."

"I'm sorry!"

"She's the new girl so she'll be our voyeur for the

evening," Callie explained with an easy smile.

"I'm sooooo ... vooo ... voy-eur?" His voice squeaked off like a

spigot and his eyes grew large and round as he stared at Rhea. The boy was so

flabbergasted that Rhea felt a little embarrassed for him.

Callie drew her smile up to full blast and then set her

supplies down with a flourish. "Alright, now! Let's get this party started!"

She began humming a jaunty little tune and recaptured Liam's full attention as

she undid the various layers of her clothing. Liam watched her without

speaking, following every movement with eyes that watered like the sea.

It took a moment for Rhea to realize Callie was dancing

while she stripped. Each layer was an experience. A pink sash swooped off, and

she spun it around twice before draping it over a wall peg. One leg strutted

forward and then she thumbed two buttons which gave an audible plink. A silky-looking vest fell away

revealing bare shoulders and some of the straps which held her heavy bosom in

place.

The dance went on piece by piece. Each time she pulled

something away Liam would give a little gasp and then his pupils would expand

and contract. Then Callie would place the item safely off of the floor and then

start on the next layer. By the time she was freeing herself of her final

constraints, the suds on Liam's skin had congealed into a thick paste. The

distance between dancer and client closed by inches until her hand found his

shoulder and felt along his arm.

"You're so strong," she told him. "How did you get such big

muscles?"

"Uhm," he began as he struggled for words. "A ... farm."

"Ooohhh," she cooed, "that would explain it. All that hard work makes a boy into a strong and hearty man." Her hands dipped once into the water bucket and then

began to slide up and down his arm a few times. The motion caused the soap to

lather up again and she repeated this process until moving back along his

chest. Rhea heard his breath quicken and then Callie nearly whispered in his

ear, "Can I wash your back?"

"Hhuhh ... s-sure." When Callie moved around behind him, Rhea

could see that he was completely at attention. The plump woman smirked with

amusement but her face changed into a business-like expression as she took up a

rag and examined his skin.

She's checking him for sickness

and injury, Rhea

realized as the lesson returned to her mind. At first she only touches him in a sparing manner, in case he had something awful, but newly cleaned skin

makes every mark and blemish shine. If he has a wound, or a place he does not

wish to be touched, she'll discover it here.

Liam breathed deeply and shivered as Callie worked. In addition

to studying his body, she also washed his skin. Lines of pale and tan stood out

brightly as filth was cleaned away. A smirk of satisfaction brightened Callie's

face and she moved to the next phase. Pressing breasts into his back made him

yelp and tense. Thick arms reached around and messaged his chest.

"Hmmm," she groaned in pleasure, "you're strong all over."

She made a hungry purring noise as her hands went lower. "I wonder ... how strong?"

She slithered up and down his back, touching his legs and bottom, strategically

avoiding his most sensitive parts which bobbed and strained. Callie then pulled

away, took up a bucket of chilled water, and poured it over him. A yelp of

surprise shook him and she gave him a smile designed to calm a frightened

animal.

"You're too tense," she told him kindly. Then her face

shifted into those of an uncertain girl as her eyes stared hard at him. "Can I

... can I touch it?" Liam tried to talk but chose instead to settle for a nod.

Callie put her hands on his shoulders and led him firmly to the wall. Once his

back was pressed against it, she dragged her nails down his chest and knelt.

Liam shivered at her touch, but he did not flinch or pull

away. Rhea watched with wonder as Callie inspected him, touching him with only

the tips of her fingers and until she gripped him firmly and gave him a light

squeeze. A tiny bit of fluid leaked from the tip. Callie stared at it, dabbing

the tip with her thumb before finally giving it a taste.

"Mmmm ... you're such a healthy boy," Callie told him with a

smoldering look in her eyes. Then she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips

around him. His gasp seemed almost painful, at first, but soon he moaned like a

maiden. Callie's curls swayed as her head moved forward then back. Though he

appeared well endowed, she seemed to have no problem gathering all of him into

her. Part of Rhea's mind tried to think clinically of the process of opening

one's throat to allow passage ... but it fell out of her mind as she watched

Liam's reactions.

His face was in rapture. Dark eyes squeezed shut as he

braced himself against the wall. Fingers gripped at the wooden supports as a

rhythmic slurping sound drew his pleasure into the dangerous levels of release.

Rhea had expected Callie to control herself, not wanting to end it all so

quickly, but it did not happen. Liam grabbed two handfuls of Callie's hair and

let out a shuddering groan. Callie squeaked and then plunged forward, staying

that way for several pulsating seconds until letting herself drift away.

Liam slid to the floor, panting heavily while Callie drew

herself to her full height. All across her face were the marks of smug

satisfaction, and she licked her lips as if she had finished a meal. When she

looked over to Rhea, her smile wavered and she tilted her head to one side. "What?"

she finally asked.

"I thought you needed to take your time," Rhea said accusingly.

"Remember? Not in my eye?"

"Oh, that's just for older men, silly!" Callie giggled. "Men

start to lose their stamina, as they push thirty, but shiny first timers, like

him, will be back up and ready to go before his bath is done!" Rhea stared

blankly but then thought back to her time with Lyle. He too had been young and

... virile. "Are you ready for your soak?" Callie asked. Her charge nodded and she

pulled a long chain that hung near the large tub. A metal trough descended from

the ceiling and water gushed forth. Steam rolled out to fill the room and Rhea

could feel sweat gathering on her skin.

It really was amazing to watch, she admitted to herself. I didn't think I was that kind of girl but ...

well ... I'm kind of excited. A slight shift caused her legs to slide more

smoothly then she had expected. A sharp stab of pleasure burst through her and

she shivered. Whoa ... I guess his noises

turned me on even more than I thought!

Callie climbed into the tub and let out plenty of pleased

sounds as she settled to the bottom. "Come on in, you two, the water's great."

Rhea and Liam looked at each other, as if noticing another person in the room

for the first time. He instinctively began to cover himself and she averted her

eyes, which sent Callie into a fit of giggling that sloshed water onto the

floor. "Oh you two are just precious!

Rhea, you're not here to play with him, that's my job, but you are here to learn!" She leaned forward

and let her breasts hang over the edge of the tub. "Liam!" He jumped at the

sound of his name and looked up into her eyes. "Do you want to see Rhea naked?"

"Uh ... buh ... duh-"

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Callie said, nodding as if a

full sentence had just been uttered. "Rhea! Get out of those clothes and get in

here with me!" The words settled over Rhea like shards of hail and she froze in

place. "Come on, come on. I wanna see what's under all that linen too! I'm an

equal opportunist when it comes to this sort of thing, after all." Her smirk

turned into a leer and Rhea felt she might blackout from the humiliation.

Oh, this is silly, she berated herself. What am I, fifteen? I'm an adult! I'm a

sexual creature! I'm not some blushing maiden! She looked up at Liam and

felt the heat on her skin. Okay, so maybe

I am a blushing maiden ... but I'm also a witch, and a witch doesn't let fear and

uncertainty paralyze her into immobility!

A hot and exhilarating terror continued to flood through

Rhea's veins as she forced herself to move. Slowly, she fumbled at the buttons

of her blouse and let the outfit go slack. Liam's eyes were captured by her

presence and she bathed in the compliment of his desire. Layers of fabric

peeled away and fell to the floor, but she turned slightly away from him and

covered her breasts with one arm.

"Oh, you're pretty," Callie said in a dreamy tone. Rhea

sucked her lips together when she realized that in turning away from one person

she had faced another, but something about Callie's remark seemed to drain the

worst of her fears away. "Now come here, Rhea." She obeyed, moving to the edge of

the tub and then climbing in.

The sting of the water surprised her. It was still hot and

it took a moment for that sting to fade into something delicious. Settling her

bottom to the ledge around the tub was an endurance test but it was worth the

journey. Once there, she forgot all about the room for several seconds of

bliss.

"Those are some good noises you make," Callie told her,

breaking the spell and returning her to the room.

"What do you mean?" Rhea asked meekly.

"When you got into the tub," Callie told her, "good noises.

I mean, just look at that boy." Both women looked over to Liam who quickly

covered his mid-section but Rhea could see the tip of his manhood poking over

the top of his hands. Rhea burst out laughing. She couldn't help it. He was

just so cute. "Are you going to join us, Liam?" Callie asked as she shifted

closer to Rhea in order to make room. "You've already paid for our time. You

might as well spend it."

The words seemed to break through the worst of his terror

and soon he was taking deep breaths and moving slowly forward. He stumbled a

little while getting into the tub but eventually he made it all the way in. He

barely reacted to the heat of the water but Rhea figured he was probably hot

enough from all of his excitement.

"See?" Callie teased. "Not too bad. You virgins might

actually get somewhere before the night is done."

"I'm not a virgin!" Both Rhea and Liam blinked, realizing

the shout had come from both of them and they both sank until they were blowing

bubbles in the water. Callie's laughter caused waves along the surface and she

scooped Rhea up into another flesh-filled hug.

"Oh, I love you!" Callie shouted. "So cute!"

Rhea lost a few minutes of time, when she was released, but

Callie was chatting to Liam when she recovered. It was an odd collection of

questions, designed to draw the young man out, but she was not getting much

from him. Rhea focused through the haze of hot water and twisting emotions long

enough for her empathy to puzzle out what she was seeing.

He's losing his nerve. He got

caught up in the moment and did something disgraceful ... and now he is ashamed.

He wishes this was over.

"Liam," Rhea spoke loudly, causing Callie to blink into

silence for a critical moment, "why are you here?" A frantic panicky horror

filled Callie's features as she stared in stunned silence. "I don't just mean

here," she continued, "I mean here in town." Silence followed, but the seal

seemed to weaken and she could see the hurt in his aura. "I mean, were you

unhappy at the farm?" Silence as she drew closer. "Did you leave due to

trouble?" That's it. I've got him. I know

what happened. "Did a girl break your heart?"

Pain screwed up his face and he shuddered.

"Rhea!" Callie gasped as she tried to defuse the situation.

"That's it, isn't it?" Rhea continued, as the threads of his

path trickled into her mind. The destiny of one so untainted would have been

easy before, but she could feel the heat of the brand, and her vision remained

cloudy. I need more, she thought as she

moved over to him and placed her hands on either side of his face. Skin-to-skin

contact created a much stronger link. Energy crackled momentarily and then a

sharp stab of agony lanced through her. Rhea jerked back. The brand on her

chest glowed gold before fading to an angry red. The wind had been knocked out

of her and it took a moment before she could breathe it back in.

Images flickered but she could only glimpse the paths. A few

critical fragments remained and she clung to the pieces. Cautiously, she felt

around with her witch's senses. The brand glowed in her mind's eyes but it was only

a symbol, not a solid magical seal.

It's an inhibitor. It allows a

certain amount of energy through so that I can live but it was made by amateurs

who don't know anything about real magic.

Callie spoke her name and she saw concern in the face of the

young man. "I'm alright," Rhea said

out loud, and then she focused on Liam once more. "I'm sorry," she told him.

"I'm going to intrude on something personal. Are you ready?" He nodded once and

she drew a deep breath. "You feel you are not worthy because you are not

experienced. You feel you are weak because you are not manly enough. You feel a

lot ... and there are women who will love that about you. The women who don't

like your tender heart aren't worthy of you. Leave the vicious predators for other

vicious predators. Yours will be a woman of heart, kindness, and passion."

"How-" he started but then he hesitated.

"It's okay," she told him. "Ask."

"How do you know this?" he managed.

"It's who I am," she confessed. "I see people's weaknesses

and I help them get better." She paused. Is

it? The smile on her face was a confident one and full of good things. Yes ... yes it is. That's exactly who I am.

"But," he managed to say, "they told me I was weak. She said

..." His voice trailed off and Rhea's smile grew a little sad.

"Your heart is so full of life and light," she heard herself

say. "That light will blind those who dwell in darkness. They will rise up to

destroy you; telling you your light is weakness, but it is not. You have

something they don't understand. It's painful for them to look at you because

they hate joy."

"I ... I don't know how to be happy," he told her. "I'm so

afraid of everything. I don't know what to do."

"What do you want out

of life?" she asked him. The answer surfaced at once but he bit his tongue and

did not speak. "Liam," she spoke sternly and his whole posture straightened.

"What do you want out of life?"

"I want," he began and then he let out his breath. "I want a

loving wife who will join me on the farm." The words filled him with fire and

his voice grew passionate. "I want a house full of children, a small plot of

land, and the approval of my father. I want to be strong and courageous. I want

to know my way around a woman's body ... so that when I leave the bedroom my wife

will long for my return." Something about the words became ritual and she knew

he was quoting something important to him.

"Your wish is a worthy one," Rhea spoke as she had heard

Baba Ginger say to those who came for her wisdom and blessing. "With patience

and living, you can learn what you need to make this dream come true."

"But ... she said I was too stupid!" he nearly shouted.

"Is she the future mother of your children? Does her opinion

matter?" Rhea asked and his eyes fell to the water. "Pick a goal and move

towards it. Find a way to be near the type of women who share your dream and

you'll find one who will love you for who you are ... and not what she can make

you."

"I-" he began, but then he stopped and simply gave her a

courageous nod. Rhea smiled, and she rose out of the tub. She kept her back to

them, wrapping a towel around herself so that the brand would not show.

"Callie," Rhea said and the woman gasped.

"Y-yes?"

"Take over, please."

"Uhm ... okay."

Rhea gathered up her clothing and made her way into a side

room. There she dried, dressed, and then moved out into the hall. The world seemed

heavy and it was a struggle to return to her room. Once inside, she locked the

door and collapsed into her bed. The ache in her chest had spread through the

rest of her and she curled her whole body around it. Tears flowed and the agony

of her pain overwhelmed her.

The power of her sorrow filled her chest and the brand

flared into golden light. It suppressed the storm of her emotions and leached

away her strength. Instead of wailing she gave only a few impotent shudders. The

effort drained her will then left her a heap of loose muscles. Sleep found her

in that place and took her away.

Witch Blood 12

The world formed out of fuzzy confusion. Rhea's chest heaved and she found her fists crossed in front of her eyes. She recalled a dream of gruff witch hunters holding her under water and then sticking a thin reed into her lips to breathe through. The...

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Witch Blood - 10

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Witch Blood - 09

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