Half the week is over! Wohoo! and that means, two things: One, we're closer to the weekend and two, it's time for some flash fiction fun!
This week's prompts were:
"...the trial cannot proceed" or
lily, dust pan, sugar coated or
a close encounter of the (fill in the blank) kind or
Parthenon, virile, slander or
"The purple-headed monster reared its angry head."
Enjoy! And as always, the links to some more great flashes are at the bottom.
The Witch's Trial
“The trial cannot proceed.”
Bertha’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. He should not be here. He could not be here. Slowly, she opened her eyes. He was here.
Theobald stood in the center of the plaza, his arms outstretched and his sandaled feet firmly planted on the ground. He wore his warrior attire- the one that spiked her desire for him every time. Even now, as she stood bound to a pole, wood and hay piled at her feet; she could not help eying him with more than an approving eye.
She loved the way the leather fitted his body, molding to every one of his muscles and showing off his toned arms and thighs. Goddess! But she did love all that skin over her. She forced herself to look away. Why was he here? She had specifically forbidden him to come.
Looking away was one thing, but she could not turn off her ears from Theobald’s booming voice and the crowd’s growing protest at the interruption of the spectacle.
“She is a witch!” the governor screamed. “You are under her spell.”
“She is no such thing and I shall prove it,” Theobald countered.
Prove it? She wondered vaguely. The town had decided that she was a witch and no one would be able to stop her from burning. The crowd needed its dose of entertainment or it’d grow unruly under the governor’s fraudulent rule.
“That is impossible.”
“There is a way.”
Bertha watched wide eye as Theobald drew the governor and a few of the minister towards him, producing a book seemingly out of nowhere he seemed to be pointing to a certain passage. The men argued loudly but their voices were swept away by the crowd’s infuriating catcalls. Finally, the governor shrugged and took a step back.
“Release the witch and take her to the town house.”
Theobald gave her a shaky smile and she shook her head, uncomprehending as two armed soldiers released her bound arms and feet. Unable to stand on her feet, the soldiers began dragging her until Theobald took her into the shelter of his arms.
“Theo?”
“Shush, precious, I’ll make it all better.”
He carried her to the townhouse, the ministers following close behind and the governor leading the strange procession.
Theo set her down in the center of the hall and the men quickly circled around them.
“Theo?” She gasped as he began to strip off his garments oblivious to the men milling around them, waiting.
What was he doing? Why was he taking off his clothes and why did her body always have to react to him as it did? Her body flushed from the moment she saw him, but now her pussy creamed and her nipples strained against her flimsy gown.
“See now, gentlemen? Do you think a witch would react to a mortal man the way Bertha is doing? Her nipples are erect, her breath shallow and I am most certain her pussy is wet.”
Bertha looked away, mortified. What was Theo playing at, exposing her in this way? Was this his way of saving her? Embarrassing her?
“And yet, she remains on the floor, her cheeks red in unending embarrassment at her predicament. I dare say your witch would rather be burning at the stake now then being here. Am I right, Bertha?”
She nodded slowly, tears prickling at the back of her eyes. Why this cruelty?
“A witch would be screaming, trying to convince you of her innocence,” Theo said while kneeling next to her. “Instead, this woman is silently praying to the goddess that she take her soon and fast.”
“She has,” he said, prying her legs open with a hard knee and sliding his fingers over her slick mound, “accepted her fate.”
A tear rolled down her cheek as Theo introduced a finger inside and she lifted her hips, the sensation of his hands on her and her predicament overwhelming her. As he placed another digit inside, she locked eyes with him and was surprised to see a fire burning in his eyes.
“I however, have not.” She cried out as Theo lifted his hands from beneath her gown, palms stretched upwards. Alarmed, the men surrounding them tried to move, but froze in place. The governor opened his mouth to protest but no words came out. His face turned white, his body rigid. Bertha looked all around her, one by one, the men turned to stone.
“Theo?”
“I’m sorry, love, but I cannot wait anymore. I need you.”
Bertha stifled a surprised moan as Theo pulled her hips towards him and plunged his cock into her. She held on to his shoulders as he furiously rutted into her. She entwined her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass. Her quiet sighs filled the large chamber, only silenced every time Theo kissed her. His fingers pinched her nipples and she raised her hips welcoming the punishing pounding of his hips against her clit in her search for release.
“Bertha.” He cried out, his fingers grazing her clit clumsily yet triggering her pleasure next to his.
They lay entwined and silent for a moment, before Theo softly kissed her lips.
“I’m sorry they confused you for the witch, love,” he whispered into the crook of her neck.
Bertha smiled. “You have a lot of explaining to do, my warrior warlock because I told you to stay away, that I could handle this—“
Theo silenced her with a kiss. “I’ll always come for you, always, my love” he said vehemently. “But for now, let’s get out of here, that spell isn’t going to last forever.”
Kissing passionately, Bertha felt her body dissolve into Theo’s while they traveled into another place and another time where they could freely practice their magic.
Bertha’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. He should not be here. He could not be here. Slowly, she opened her eyes. He was here.
Theobald stood in the center of the plaza, his arms outstretched and his sandaled feet firmly planted on the ground. He wore his warrior attire- the one that spiked her desire for him every time. Even now, as she stood bound to a pole, wood and hay piled at her feet; she could not help eying him with more than an approving eye.
She loved the way the leather fitted his body, molding to every one of his muscles and showing off his toned arms and thighs. Goddess! But she did love all that skin over her. She forced herself to look away. Why was he here? She had specifically forbidden him to come.
Looking away was one thing, but she could not turn off her ears from Theobald’s booming voice and the crowd’s growing protest at the interruption of the spectacle.
“She is a witch!” the governor screamed. “You are under her spell.”
“She is no such thing and I shall prove it,” Theobald countered.
Prove it? She wondered vaguely. The town had decided that she was a witch and no one would be able to stop her from burning. The crowd needed its dose of entertainment or it’d grow unruly under the governor’s fraudulent rule.
“That is impossible.”
“There is a way.”
Bertha watched wide eye as Theobald drew the governor and a few of the minister towards him, producing a book seemingly out of nowhere he seemed to be pointing to a certain passage. The men argued loudly but their voices were swept away by the crowd’s infuriating catcalls. Finally, the governor shrugged and took a step back.
“Release the witch and take her to the town house.”
Theobald gave her a shaky smile and she shook her head, uncomprehending as two armed soldiers released her bound arms and feet. Unable to stand on her feet, the soldiers began dragging her until Theobald took her into the shelter of his arms.
“Theo?”
“Shush, precious, I’ll make it all better.”
He carried her to the townhouse, the ministers following close behind and the governor leading the strange procession.
Theo set her down in the center of the hall and the men quickly circled around them.
“Theo?” She gasped as he began to strip off his garments oblivious to the men milling around them, waiting.
What was he doing? Why was he taking off his clothes and why did her body always have to react to him as it did? Her body flushed from the moment she saw him, but now her pussy creamed and her nipples strained against her flimsy gown.
“See now, gentlemen? Do you think a witch would react to a mortal man the way Bertha is doing? Her nipples are erect, her breath shallow and I am most certain her pussy is wet.”
Bertha looked away, mortified. What was Theo playing at, exposing her in this way? Was this his way of saving her? Embarrassing her?
“And yet, she remains on the floor, her cheeks red in unending embarrassment at her predicament. I dare say your witch would rather be burning at the stake now then being here. Am I right, Bertha?”
She nodded slowly, tears prickling at the back of her eyes. Why this cruelty?
“A witch would be screaming, trying to convince you of her innocence,” Theo said while kneeling next to her. “Instead, this woman is silently praying to the goddess that she take her soon and fast.”
“She has,” he said, prying her legs open with a hard knee and sliding his fingers over her slick mound, “accepted her fate.”
A tear rolled down her cheek as Theo introduced a finger inside and she lifted her hips, the sensation of his hands on her and her predicament overwhelming her. As he placed another digit inside, she locked eyes with him and was surprised to see a fire burning in his eyes.
“I however, have not.” She cried out as Theo lifted his hands from beneath her gown, palms stretched upwards. Alarmed, the men surrounding them tried to move, but froze in place. The governor opened his mouth to protest but no words came out. His face turned white, his body rigid. Bertha looked all around her, one by one, the men turned to stone.
“Theo?”
“I’m sorry, love, but I cannot wait anymore. I need you.”
Bertha stifled a surprised moan as Theo pulled her hips towards him and plunged his cock into her. She held on to his shoulders as he furiously rutted into her. She entwined her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass. Her quiet sighs filled the large chamber, only silenced every time Theo kissed her. His fingers pinched her nipples and she raised her hips welcoming the punishing pounding of his hips against her clit in her search for release.
“Bertha.” He cried out, his fingers grazing her clit clumsily yet triggering her pleasure next to his.
They lay entwined and silent for a moment, before Theo softly kissed her lips.
“I’m sorry they confused you for the witch, love,” he whispered into the crook of her neck.
Bertha smiled. “You have a lot of explaining to do, my warrior warlock because I told you to stay away, that I could handle this—“
Theo silenced her with a kiss. “I’ll always come for you, always, my love” he said vehemently. “But for now, let’s get out of here, that spell isn’t going to last forever.”
Kissing passionately, Bertha felt her body dissolve into Theo’s while they traveled into another place and another time where they could freely practice their magic.
More Flash? Read on ahead:
Mmm, leather. Very hot!
ReplyDeleteOooh, very hot! I like it!
ReplyDeleteI was wondering where the hell this was going... and I certainly didn't think it would be where it went.
ReplyDeletelovely story and, yes, hot :)
Everything about this story was delightful, the setting, the period, the character names, and the oh-so-deliciously unexpected twist at the end. Bravo!
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