The Marks of Eros: Enchantress excerpt

Book I is very close to release, with just a few formatting tweaks before it is in a condition to be released both digitally and for print. In the meantime, here is a little teasing excerpt from a chapter that introduces an Enchantress…

Lips pressed to that soft, ripe, velvet globe, teeth piercing its fuzzy coat to sink into the silky wet cushion within. The tangy, sweet nectar trickled down her chin as its delicate taste danced along her tongue.  Nothing about the peach’s gentle squelch and floral essence, as she savoured it, announced to Samantha that this was the beginning of her torment.

As she nibbled and sucked the ripe fruit, she had no idea the Enchantress was nearby, watching and waiting as she had done daily, knowing this woman would pick from this same tree.

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Samantha woke with a start, unsure where she was, hoping to find herself back in her bedroom in the village. She sensed someone at her side, yet she couldn’t move a muscle when she tried to turn towards them.

A hand was stroking up and down her midriff. The slowly stirring woman had been stripped naked. With how warm she felt, she expected she had been caressed all over for the entire time she was in this place.

Samantha wasn’t restrained, yet she couldn’t move. She wasn’t fully awake, though her vision was returning.

Suddenly, a question drifted into Samantha’s ear like a whisper carried by the gentlest breeze.

“What of yours will I eat and never grow full?”

It was a soft female voice that soothed Samantha, who still could not muster the strength to speak.

In her periphery, she noticed high walls and the flicker of flames nearby. The candlelight meant that it took a little time before she realised that there was no roof; Samantha was gazing up at the abyss of the night sky, glittering starlight easing into her vision.

The stranger beside her, who seemed to be Samantha’s sole company in this place, asked again gently, “What of yours will I eat and never grow full?”

“Wh… Where am I?” Samantha responded, finding her voice at last.

She realised her mistake instantly and felt foolish. For years, she had been taught that Enchantresses always spoke in riddles and questions; so many warnings meant to keep her from making the mistake she had just made.

As soon as she gave that answer, the witch pressed her hand to Samantha’s lower back, massaging her before caressing her rear. She realised then that she was elevated at least three feet in the air, hovering to allow the witch full access to her body from every angle.

“Please let me go!” Samantha asked uselessly, fully aware that she’d receive no reply.

An Enchantress always posed a riddle to her prey, offering the chance for them to escape. She was free to make her victim come if a wrong answer was given. Samantha knew that the witch could use all manner of spells to sexually torment her, bringing her to an orgasm that would turn her into a slave, with her free will entirely lost to the whims of this devious witch.

Samantha knew that she had to prevent herself from coming. Maybe if she held out long enough, an Expeditioner might find them and rescue her.

The Enchantress snapped her fingers and murmured something in an ancient tongue. A warmth swiftly spread across Samantha, alerting her that a spell had just been cast upon her.

While continuing to massage her palms along her victim’s body, the witch pressed her lips to a nipple, sucking it gently. She sucked and released repeatedly, ensuring that after a few minutes, Samantha’s nipple was as stiff as it could be.

All the while, the witch’s palms caressed up and down the trapped woman’s body. One hand slid up to her cleavage before slowly descending along her front, gliding along her thighs and sweeping along her plump mound. The other hand stroked along Samantha’s upper back and down to her rear before fingers pressed up against her perineum to tease her opening, occasionally meeting the other set of fingers at this erotic intersection.

 All of this kept Samantha constantly aware of how sensitive her body was. The gentle nature of the stimulation caused her to be far more aroused than she could have expected. All thoughts of how she came to be in such captivity or how she could escape were lost to the warm desire flooding throughout her.

She knew there was little she could do now but wait. The longer the Enchantress spent teasing her this way, the better her chances of being rescued before she was made to orgasm. However, deep inside, she wanted her captor to at least bite down on her nipple or suck it harder. Anything other than this slow tease.

Still, the Enchantress did nothing other than continue to massage her body and suck intermittently on her one nipple. Each time the witch’s fingertips pressed against Samantha’s opening, those soft folds became a little wetter with every bit of pressure applied. The Enchantress seemed to make sure to sink her fingers down just a fraction more each time she caressed her mound.

“I… I… Aaa Ple…” Samantha panted out, unsure what she was trying to convey.

She was caught between two thoughts: ‘Please let me go,’ and ‘Please stop teasing me.’

At that, the witch released Samantha’s nipple with a loud ‘pop’ before leaning over and finally sucking her other nipple.

Samantha’s mouth hung open in shock as she realised that the sucking sensation had not ceased. It was as if a phantom mouth had been left in place of the Enchantress’s.

The witch smirked as Samantha started to moan, feeling two mouths suckling on her now rock-hard nipples.

Samantha wanted so much to rock her hips while the witch slid her fingers softly over her pussy lips as if tracing every outline of her womanhood. Like the rest of her body, though, she could not move an inch.

“Please… mmm… please. What do you want?” she cried out to her captor, who continued to suck without pause.

Samantha knew the answer to her question. All this witch wanted was to feed off her pleasure while turning her into a slave to help capture others, a small army of walking puppets that the witch could feed from and do her bidding.

All Samantha really wanted was a response of any kind. The silence and her own moans made the situation much more erotic. She could feel herself giving in to her desires quickly.

“I’ll do anyth- Aaaa FUCK… YES!” Samantha suddenly squealed in surprise as the witch bit and pulled on her nipple just the way she liked.

The witch finally released her nipple, though the sensation did not stop. It now felt as if two phantom mouths were constantly sucking and occasionally biting down gently on her sensitive nipples.

With a mixture of dread and desire, Samantha felt the woman move between her legs, elevating her further so that Samantha’s body was floating at the same height as the Enchantress’s head.

Samantha felt the warm breath against her wetness. At that moment, she realised that the massage-like sensations all along the back and front of her body had continued, even though the witch was no longer in position. The invisible mouths at her nipples and unseen hands caressing her every curve worked in unison to keep her burning with the need for more.

The witch took her time between the captive’s thighs, kissing and nibbling the soft flesh around her pussy. Each time her mouth threatened to press directly onto Samantha’s mound, she’d back off, returning to merely kissing along her inner thighs and down to the back of her knees, teasingly.

The duplicated sensations were maddening for the levitated woman, unable to strain against the torment or writhe in desperation.

Finally, that teasing mouth slid back to the now dripping-wet pussy before sliding a tongue up and down her slick folds.

Samantha groaned in pleasure as the tongue lapped at her sweet nectar. The Enchantress began licking as closely to her clitoris as possible without touching it, savouring how sopping wet this captive had already become.

“Mmmm… oh God. Oh God,” moaned Samantha helplessly.

All of the willpower in the world could not contain the desires of her body that these constant teases were drawing out. With her body entirely paralysed, putting up any resistance was impossible. Not only could she not even try to pull away or clamp her thighs together, but she also couldn’t contract her muscles to try to control herself a little. Instead, her entirely relaxed state meant that the sensations took their full effect on her inviting body.

Unable to feign resistance, Samantha nearly squealed in delight as the witch circled her tongue directly around her clitoris.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oooo- please… please!”

The circling continued even as the Enchantress stepped away and stood at Samantha’s side, smiling at the woman who could only open her mouth and stare wide-eyed at the stars in hopelessness.

In silence, the witch observed her captive’s expression shift from frustration to pained desperation as her clitoris was tormented by the absence of direct touch.

“Ooo, please! PLEASE! LET ME GO. I’ll … aaaa… I’ll do… anything,” exhaled Samantha.

 Her clitoris throbbed achingly while the unceasing phantom tongues continued circling each of her most sensitive peaks.

The worst of what the Enchantress had to offer was still to come; her cruellest trick had yet to be unleashed upon the poor woman.

Samantha was too consumed by the tongues and palms, too busy focused on her throbbing clitoris, to notice the witch producing a small vial.

Even if she had noticed the vial of liquid being brandished, Samantha wouldn’t have known its use. Many had not witnessed one of the rarest substances in the lands, so rare that it had not been granted a name by those other than Enchantresses. Only a witch could create it, and even for them, it was a challenge.

Samantha gasped as a bit of liquid was poured onto her pussy. Even as it dripped down her clitoris, she was disappointed that it wasn’t the firm contact that her swollen jewel needed. Suddenly, however, a sensation washed over her body. Between her legs rose a newly kindled fire of arousal that made her scream out…

Once we are on the cusp of release, I may very well post the rest of the chapter to whet your appetite.