Return of the Hellcat

Return of the Hellcat

The Sorceress woke, she’d slept the years away under a pile of skins, waiting for the world to become a better place. Her stomach was empty, she was hungry, but her first burning need was the need to Orgasm, she was horny.

She stretched languidly, like a cat, and slid her hand onto her breast. Her nipple rose to meet the touch. It was large and hard above the firm suppleness of her soft, heavy breast. She kneaded and alternated to stroking the flesh with feather soft fingertips, making goose pimples rise on her skin. Her fingers trailed up her breast bone and onto her mouth, tracing the line of her lips. She sucked on her finger, her tongue flicked over the fingertip, wetting it, and she used it to anoint her nipples. The cool air of the cave wafted over the moisture, making the sensitive buds harder as she took them between her fingers and rolled them. The tingle in her lower belly turned into an urgent stab of lust.

She moved her hand down her rib cage and across her stomach. Her fingers slithered, snakelike, through the pubic hair. She stopped a moment to stroke the soft, downy nest, pulling at the hairs and circling her fingers around the roots. Her breathing was ragged and her body urged her on.

Her index finger moved onto her clitoris, gliding smoothly over it. She moaned, and thrust her pelvis forward as the sweet sensation of her touch sent rods of lightening coursing through her body, but she didn't stop.

She pushed her fingers forward, through the swollen labia, and into the streaming ravine. This time her moan was deep and guttural, as she eased two fingers slowly inside. Her wetness engulfed them, the warm, viscous fluid clinging, until her fingers were coated. She slid them along the ribbed inside wall of her vagina. The wet, suction noise urging her on to greater speed as a dribble of her juice rolled onto the base of her fingertips and trickled thickly into the palm of her hand.

Her pelvic muscles squeezed so strongly that her fingers involuntarily crossed inside her. She was bucking, moving her hips hard in time with her fingers, panting as her hand moved faster and faster within her. She pulled her soaking fingers from her snatch, the muscles were reluctant to let them go and held on tight as she forced them loose.

Her hand came free, and her fingers dripped the sweet cream onto her clit, as her vagina sweated out more of the cloying moisture. Her fingers glided swiftly over her clit, teasing and tantalizing, until the swollen bud appeared from beneath it's hooded cowl. Her fingers, soft and gentle, circled again and again over her clit as she felt the orgasm rising in her loins. She arched her back, thrusting her pubic bone into her flicking fingers and the first wave of her orgasm pounded through her.

With a fluid movement she thrust her fingers down between her vaginal lips and rammed them hard into herself, gripping them fiercely, as her head fell back and she panted and moaned in the ecstasy of Orgasm. She wilted onto her skins, her muscles relaxed, and she stretched out her legs, her fingers still deeply engorged in her body, and she purred, sated for the time being. Sliding her wet fingers from her gash, she and smiled as the smell of her sex reinforced itself with her movement.

She put the fingers to her mouth, and moistened her thirsty lips with them, before sinking each one onto her tongue to suck the cum from her fingers. ‘That will do for the time being,’ she thought as she uncoiled her body from the makeshift bed. Tonight she would go on a man hunt.

The Dark Sorceress spent what was left of the day eating, bathing. She prepared herself for leaving the confines of the cave when the moon was high in the night sky. Moving within the labyrinth of dark caves she lit the torches set into the walls and she soaked in the hot spring dominating the center of one of the smallest caves.

She’d put the oils and kernels of exotic fruit and flowers, into her bath, and later, as she rose from the steaming water she rubbed bitter orange and lanolin oil into her body, making it glisten in the soft torchlight. On her way out, she lit the huge Bonfire in her central cave.

Dressed in fresh animal skins she walked barefoot onto the hillside. Her movement was stealthy yet with a natural grace. She was the Dark Sorceress, the Hellcat under Goddess, sent to prowl the earth from Asgard, home of the Gods. She was ageless, immortal and beautiful. Standing on the hillside overlooking the town below, she cast a spell of Deliverance and hunkered down on her haunches to wait.

The man was walking home after a game of rugby and a couple pints with the lads. For no reason, he felt compelled to climb Edison Hill. He had to get home. The missus would crucify him if he was late in and he had to be up for work the next day. But the pull of a magnetic force greater than his will made the impulse impossible to resist.

She was waiting for him as he rounded the summit of the hill. He was out of breath and in a light trance due to the effects of the spell. It would soon wear off, but, for now, he had to be biddable and easily maneuvered. As she moved to greet him she cast a Feel Good spell over him.

‘What the fuck? He said, startled as she passed a thick leather collar round his neck and as bizarre as it was, he felt no urge to run. He couldn't take his eyes off the woman. She was tall and slim with black hair that rolled effortlessly down her back to sit on her waist. Her eyes were shaped like almonds with vertical, feline pupils. They were vivid green and as he looked into them, he felt compelled to follow her as she led him back to her cave.

The spell was wearing off when she manacled him to the cave wall. The wrist and ankle straps were made from thick leather and he put up a fight. But she’d done this many times and they never fought for long. Soon he would be begging her to continue.

She stripped him and moved around the cave, padding, feline, stretching and arching her back, allowing her hair to glide, around her head. She cast her skins, moving, catlike until she stood naked in front of him.

She stoked the fading fire and hunkered, squatting before the flame, back erect, legs bent, graceful but with an animal’s poise. He was transfixed. Rising, she walked towards him and the firelight flickered, casting orange flame tattoos all over her naked body.

Sliding up close but not letting her body touch his, she took his angular jaw in the palm of her hand and levelled his face to look at her. Her pupils were dilated and he smelled her exotic scent. As he breathed, his nostrils inhaled the ripening smell of her sex. The fear was leaving him and he felt the first electrodes of pulsing excitement. He felt the blood flowing into his limp penis, feeding it, growing it.

She smiled and his cock twitched when he saw the look of lust. She drew a long fingernail along his jaw and down to his throat, pressing so that he swallowed, not quite sure whether it was pleasure or pain. Not quite caring. Her nail drew a line to his chest, down his hard torso and onto the softer flesh of his stomach. Her talon stopped just above his pubic bone. She looked into his eyes, raised her eyebrow in a question and gestured to her hand. Should she continue? He rasped out a breath and moaned his cock rock hard and straining to reach the object of its torment. His mouth was dry, his fear, though reduced, was still a wary beast within him. His flesh was crawling and yet his traitorous penis was aching, bigger and harder than it ever had before. His numbing fear only enhanced his excitement. A thin scratch ran vertically down his chest, opened and bleeding as it charted the line of her progress.

She took his ragged breath as confirmation that he wanted her to continue. The poor sod was so confused and horny that he didn't know what he wanted. Her feline eyes flashed, the pupils contracted vertically and dilated out to their former almond slit. She took her hand away from his body and used her tongue to scrape along his chest. She lapped at the trickling ooze of bright, capillary bleeding. He held his breath, not daring to move as she looked him in the eye and bent her head forward. Her hair fell onto his chest and he gasped at its touch.

She kissed him once, hard on the mouth. Her lips were supple but her kiss was hungry and demanding. He responded and strained at the wrist manacles, God, how he wanted to touch her. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, parting his lips and moving to intertwine with his. He moaned, louder this time, more sure of himself as she pulled away. The kiss was too brief but as she moved her mouth over his lips, she took one between her teeth and bit down on it. He whimpered, and then, ashamed, decided that it didn't hurt that much.

She moved from his face and, before he could draw breath, she’d dropped to kneel in front of him. She was on all fours in the sweet sawdust that littered the floor of the cave. Feral and wild, her long hair dusted the floor and she looked up at him from under her eyes. It reminded him of pictures of lost children raised to adulthood by wolves. It was the sexiest sight he’d ever seen and he longed for her touch. She was animal and sensual, feral and seductive.

‘Please,’ he moaned and stuck his pelvis towards her. She smiled, her gaze leaving his and she looked at his stretched and swollen cock. Her head moved towards it and he sighed in anticipation. He felt her warm breath on his glans and trembled. She opened her mouth and, teasing him to the point that his cock jerked hard against nothing, she dropped low to the floor licked and kissed at his ankles.

‘Bitch,’ he groaned. His dick glistened with pre-cum and his balls ached with the need to shoot their load into her. She hadn’t even touched him yet and he could feel the spunk boiling inside him. He didn’t know whether she was going to suck his cock or bite the bastard off, and at that moment he didn’t care as long as that mouth circled his throbbing end.

She trailed her mouth up to his calf and bit him hard. He yelped in agony and tried to kick her. She hissed but then kissed tenderly at the red area already showing the white, raised formation of the teeth marks. She kissed the back of his knees and he trembled. Her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, teasing him and she licked slowly, languidly up his inner thigh. ‘Yes, Oh baby, suck me. Please suck me.’ With the missus it was a case of grabbing her by the hair and ramming her head onto his cock, but here he was like a horny school kid begging a woman to suck him off.

She looked into his eyes and dropped down to his ankles. He wished he had a hand free to force the whore’s mouth onto his cock. He’d had enough of her games now and he wanted to ram his meat into her mouth hard and fast and cream her throat until she gagged.

This time she licked in a fluid, slick movement from his ankle to his knee and up his inner thigh. She paused for the briefest denomination of time before plunging her mouth over his shaft. He half moaned half screamed at the suddenness. She sucked him, moaning and making guttural grunts as she moved up and down his cock. She moved on him faster, deeper, sucking harder with every stroke. His head was swimming; sex had never felt like this. He ground his pelvis into her face. The veins in his cock were swollen to bursting point and his shaft was throbbing with an intensity that he had never known. She probed her tongue into his sensitive jap eye, flicking around the head of his cock all the time making little mewling sounds, urging him on, ravaging him with her warm, wet, mouth. His balls contracted painfully and he needed to come.

She felt it, too, gave a regretful moan and with a last French kiss with his cock, she pulled away from him. Standing, she embraced him. He thrust forward trying to enter her, needing to enter her. He felt her flexing every muscle in her body and he was awed by her strength.

Taking her left leg, she put it on his shoulder. Her body was stretched in a splits position vertically along his body. Her wet snatch moulded itself to his belly and she ground into him taking a second to enjoy the pleasure it sent through her body. She hooked her leg and then did the same with her right leg so that she was sitting on his breast bone. He stood against the wall with her legs hooked behind his neck while she lowered herself down. Her back was flat against his torso. Placing her hands on his thighs she turned herself inside out, in the crab position. Her mouth was again level with his cock, but this time her cunt was inches from his face. She smelled of weird flowers and stuff, but over all that was the overriding smell of her clean sex. He looked down onto her, her lips were swollen and pouting, juices flowing thickly and trickling down to disappear in the cleft of her backside. She ground towards him.

He didn't need inviting to dine more than once. His lips secured themselves around her clitoris and he darted his tongue fast around the protruding nub of her clit. She squirmed voicing her pleasure and he was reminded of a cat.

He flashed the tip of his tongue over and over her most sensitive place, her responses sending shock waves of electricity coursing through his body. He shuddered as he felt her weight bearing down on his shoulders. She ground her snatch into his face as he buried his head between her legs and slurped through her labia, sliding his tongue into her gaping, wet opening.

She humped his face, using his nose like a dildo against her clit and writhing so aggressively that he had to hold her still to be able to stay inside her. His tongue was stretched and he felt that heaven was a warm, wet, pussy, in a firelight cave.

She took his cock in her mouth and in this position her airway was wide open. He bulged deep in her throat and she held him up to the hilt, her lips were touching his balls and she was having no difficulty keeping him there. He shuddered. No woman had come anywhere close to taking all of him into her mouth. He rode her throat and far from objecting, she matched him thrust for thrust until she felt him getting close. Then, slipping him out of her, she licked his shaft, slowing him down, easing him off. He still went hard on her and within another few seconds she was coming. He drank down everything that she had to give him while she bucked and writhed and squirmed on his face.

The animal in her was loosed upon him. Pulling herself free she unclasped his manacles and stood before him. She kissed him deeply, softer than before but with a greater urgency. His cock was searching her out, looking for her wetness. Without warning she snaked a foot around his calf and used it to trip him and bring him roughly to the floor. He fell on his back and was still winded when she straddled him. She was resplendent above him, her snatch, inches from his straining shaft.

She dropped impaling herself on him. They both let out a shriek of pent up lust and emotion and she held him there not allowing him to move, not wanting him to come the second that he was inside her. They stayed, locked in aggressive eye contact. This was animal lust, no love, no feelings, just pure, raw, sex. When he thought he couldn’t stand it, she moved, riding him slowly at first, deep, long movements. He thrust his pelvis into her. His pubic bone was grinding into her clit with each stroke. She moved along his length, taking it right to the very tip and then sliding back down onto him. Every stroke increased in pace until she was riding him deep and fast. She fell forward, her hair cascaded onto his face and she offered him her breast. He took it eagerly into his mouth and sucked, biting and nibbling on the nipple that was hard and rippled, in his mouth.

He thrust into her and they moved faster and faster, sweat trickling down their backs, each making their own noise of lust. This time there was no stopping him as he came. It pumped into her in a thick, steady torrent. His body shuddered and his buttocks clenched as the orgasm ripped through him. She lifted herself upright and his penis drove deeper into her. She flung her head back and her hair fell onto his thighs adding a new texture and tickling sensation to his orgasm. She writhed on him and came with a groan and a lashing of her hair. Her muscles tensed on his cock and she squeezed every last drop of spunk from him before she moved forward again, cat-like and elegant. Her kiss was soft and with persuasive ease, she sucked the breath from him as a cat takes the sweet breath of a baby. He couldn't breathe. He was suffocating in ecstasy. Just when he couldn’t hang on to the threads of consciousness, the Hellcat released her hold on his mouth. She was finished with the man and bored of him now.

Before he left she cast a spell of Disorientation on him. Although he would carry the memories of the night with him like a dream, he would never be able to find her cave.

The Dark Sorceress stepped into her hot spring to cleanse herself. Tomorrow night was but a day’s turn away.