Never Piss Off a Witch

--o-8-o--

Timos and his father were working in the garden when Timos happened upon the flower. "Ooh!" he remarked audibly and his father rose up from his stooped position.

"What is it, my son?" Dinal asked. He was a remarkable bull-sized man with powerful shoulders, big hands, massive chest, huge biceps, slim waist and strong legs, and a work-rugged, handsomely masculine face you would expect to talk in hard mean words, but his tone was as gentle as a dove's cooing note. "You found something?" he said because his son was holding an object.

"Look, daddy!" Timos had his father's wavy brown hair and clean brown eyes, and his body was a miniature unmuscled version of his father's, he was only six years old to his father's twenty-seven. "Pretty flower!" he chirped. He sniffed the purple-and-blue-petaled bloom with his tiny nose and added "Smells nice!"

"Yes, it is pretty," Dinal agreed indulgently. He looked about and saw the other flowers like it here and there around the garden, they would have to be pulled out at any rate. "There are other flowers in the garden. Why don't you pick a bundle of them and take them in for your mother to put on the table?" Timos was yet young and could be allowed to gather these flower-weeds and his mother would like the plants more for her son's joy than the beauty of the plants. He bent down and resumed his work, he got next to one and the aroma of the flower struck him. It DID smell wonderfully pleasant. He smiled and plucked the flower and put it in a small hole in his shirt front, so he could continue to smell it while he continued his work.

"EEEEEEYUUUUUUGGGGG!" came a screech from indoors from his wife, Battina, and Dinal turned toward the house to see the flowers being thrown from the house over his son's screeches of dismay. "That is the most disgusting stench I have ever smelled in my life!" Battina yelled.

Dinal raced toward his house. He loved his wife, but to yell like that at their son was not to be borne. He got inside to see his woman standing over their cowering child with her hand upraised, she had struck Timos! "Cease this immediately!" he roared, an anger rising in him unlike anything he had ever felt before as he strode toward her.

He caught her hand as she moved to strike the boy again, Timos was weeping in pain and fear. "Woman, what is wrong with you?"

Battina turned toward him, and her face was a rictus of rage. "This little fiend brought in these disgusting-smelling weeds and put them on the table! He's a disgraceful child and has to be punished for this...."

Dinal caught her hand and she then saw the flower in his shirt. Dinal explained, "He brought the flowers in as a gift, and they are not foul-smelling at all. He liked their smell and so do I."

"You like them, too? Are you both mad? I...I can't stand that smell and this house now reeks of it! I'm leaving for my mother's house for the rest of the day and you can just clean out this house of those...weeds while I'm gone!" With no more words or preparations, she raced out the door to her parent's home, presumably, nearly a half-mile away.

Dinal went to his son, who was sobbing on the floor. "She didn't like my flowers," he sobbed. "She said they were horrible and so was I! I said I loved the way they smell and she said she doesn't love me anymore for loving them!" He clung to his father and the flower, crushed between them, bathed them with a sudden gust of its soft, loving, intensively benevolent fragrance, it was so calming and restful a scent and...so loving.

Timos' tears stopped and he looked up into Dinal's face, his eyes reddened but shining, his face so beautiful, it was glowing, they glowed with love and trust and innocence and kindness and a total lack of guile or deception... Dinal felt a rush of love for this boy in his arms and he reached his face down to kiss his son's lips.

He intended a demure father's kiss, but it didn't turn out that way. When their lips met, Dinal felt a fire flash into his loins like an inferno and he clutched his son's young body tighter and he kissed more fervently. His son reacted in the way of a lover, holding him the same way and returning his kiss with vigor and enthusiasm. Wordless, he took the child into the bedroom he shared normally with his wife, kept scrupulously neat and organized and deposited the small form on the bed.

Timos watched as his father fought off his clothes, revealing his powerful, muscled, sweaty body. His little eyes were eager as he viewed this and he said, "You look so big and strong and handsome, Daddy!"

"And you, Son, are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. I don't know why I crave you so much, but I do, I want to make love to you, Son, mad, crazy love, and I have to do it right now."

"Yes, Daddy, yes, I want you the same way!" Timos cried. "I love you so much, make love to me like you make love to Mommy!"

"Yes, just like I do Mommy," said Dinal. "Now, take off all your clothes for me."

"Sure!" Timos began to race to do what his daddy did, he was barefoot and wore only a light shirt and pants so he had less to take off, so he was naked at the same time that his father pulled off his undershorts and revealed his pounding, pulsing pecker, a nine-inch uncut prong that was guaranteed to satisfy the lust of any lustful lady or lecherous lad. Timos was definitely the latter, for he looked at the proud prod and licked his lips. "Can I suck it for you first, Daddy?"

Dinal remained, despite his carnal urges, the indulgent father. "Of course you can, my son," he replied and stepped up to the edge of the bed. Timos slid over and sat on the side of the bed and his hungry mouth dove for the turgid tool that was aimed at his face, his magic-altered state gave him the knowledge to do such things as work up his saliva, avoid letting his teeth get in the way and other things a novice would need, he took the dong like a professional cock-sucker would, and he slid down over four inches on the first try.

Dinal gasped, threw back his head, and moaned, "UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Timos didn't hesitate, his brain was addled by the power of the witches' magically altered flowers and he bobbed back and forth and Dinal was soon greasy with the child's slobber, and he groaned in his need and his desire.

"Ahhhhhhhh, uhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, enough, Timos, enough!" he gasped, "I want to fuck you now."

"Okay," Timos was more than ready to be impaled by his father's magnificent member, and he lay back on the bed, his little virginal ass dimpled and puckered at the thought of that huge honker puncturing it momentarily.

Dinal crawled onto the bed and walked on his knees to get between his son's legs. Timos spread them wide and Dinal leaned down to lie atop his son, holding his upper body aloft with his hands on either side of the boy's head and Timos clamped his heels onto his father's thighs. Dinal aimed his hefty horse-cock at his son's small dimple and he pressed the glans up against the tiny tender tuckerhole and gently pushed at it.

The witch's magic gave the boy a talent he would not have had otherwise and Timos' little hole opened for his father's prong and he pushed into easily, moving slowly but not stopping until he had the small body completely impaled, his nine inches inside his son to the shaft's very base, the fur-coated balls caressing the soft pale buttocks. "Guh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Dinal shuddered as he felt the soft, warm bowels coating his shaft thoroughly without an effort. "This is, is, is, impossible!" he moaned. "So easy, so smooth, so-o-o-o-o-o...." He stopped questioning what was going on and began to move his body, swiftly speeding up as he found his way unimpeded by the usual difficulties of plugging a virginal ass for the first time. His son should have been screaming in pain at this treatment, but Timos was only gasping and moaning in glee as his dad rammed his young ass with gusto.

"Me, me, let me do it now, Daddy!" Timos gasped out. Dinal in his passion-fogged state, took a moment to understand, then holding his son tight, he rolled them both over, leaving his cock still imbedded deep in his son's ass, but his son on top of him. Timos rose up to sit straddle on his well-muscled dad, now lying supine beneath him and he began to bounce up and down with happy delirious joy on his father's rod, driving the hot pole in and out of his ass with the same high rate of speed his father had employed on fucking him.

Dinal just clutched his son's thighs with his hands and moaned as he was ridden, his passion was boiling hot and heavy. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, AHHH, AHHH, AHHH, AHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHHH, AH, I'M COMING, COMING, AH-AH-AH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"OH, DADDY, DADDY, OH-OH-OH-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Timos orgasmed in his little-boy joy at the same instant, thrashing and convulsing atop his father's body as he lay down and quivered, shivered and shook like a mad thing.

Dinal spewed his jizz up into his son's intestines in a powerful climax, the most intense one he had ever felt, like the first one he'd had only without all the guilt and discomfort and uncertainty thrown in, he felt FREE! "AHHH-HUH, AHHHH-HUH, AH-HUH, AH-HUH, AH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he finished with his spurting and moaning at the same time.

"OHHHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHH, OHH, OH, OH, OH, ohhh, ohhh, ohh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Timos was slower to quit quivering, as small aftershocks of climax assailed his body for a while, his father's cock still impaling him.

Dinal held his son atop himself without disengaging, he felt in his body that they were not yet done with their passion, withdrawing wouldn't be necessary, they would be ready to go again before that would happen.

He was right.

--o-8-o--

Ximor the blacksmith was laboring on a set of six horseshoes for a hexogriff (a six-legged hippogriff with four horse hooves and two semi-hooves that had claws at the end in front, which required skill to craft) when a neighborhood boy who loved to watch him work came in. "I got you something!" the boy called as he entered.

"What is it, Gadin?" Ximor asked, his strong arms continuing to hammer on the clawshoe. He would spend more time on these two shoes than any six horseshoes. Ximor was a powerful man, one has to be strong to be a good blacksmith and Ximor was one of the best, the reason he had been selected by the Duke of the Realm to craft these shoes for him. No commoner could afford to stable a hexogriff, their appetite for meat was immense. He didn't look up yet.

"New flowers, all blue and purple, see, I brought you some!" Gadin exclaimed.

Ximor rested the clawshoe back in the furnace at a point where it would remain red hot but not melt out of its form and turned to look at the boy holding his flowers.

Ximor had a huge chest barrel of pectorals and latissimus dorsals and his biceps were melon-sized as they had to wield a hammer which was a miniature sledgehammer all day long over and over and man-handle large beasts often unwilling to be shod even though they would find their walking more comfortable afterwards, and his body showed his laborious, though remunerative, job in his build, his black hair on his head and chest was visible as he forebore from wearing a shirt in the heat of his furnace that never went out entirely, and his forge apron did not conceal his arms and shoulders or back. The muscles could be easily seen by any who came by. His face and visible flesh were grimy from the coals of the furnace and his labor, coal dust flared up and dusted him rather heavily as the day went on.

Gadin was a very pretty boy as they go, eight years of age, he had pale blond hair and shining blue eyes and his skin was as fair as any human's skin can be without being diseased, and he was a healthy boy for all his delicacy of looks, he was often climbing trees and running at the games and his skin didn't tan, it burned and peeled, so he often kept on his shirt like now. Ximor was so large that Gadin, a good-sized boy, came only up to his breast.

Ximor beheld the bouquet of flowers that Gadin had brought in and the flowers were indeed fascinating to him, odd in that he never cared for such things on the whole. He walked over and the boy raised them to him and he leaned down and inhaled their beatific fragrance deeply and their power overcame him.

Imitating him, Gadin did the same, and he sighed, and looked up at Ximor with his eyes shining in a deep appreciation. "You are a magnificent man, Ximor. So powerful and strong, and a very masculine being, I wish I could be like you in every way."

"You are a beautiful boy, Gadin, and I long to hold you in my lap as my own son if I had one, but say you will let me hold you for a while and I will show you the love I hold for you in my heart," Ximor breathed huskily, his chest rising and falling like the bellows he used to increase the heat of his furnace to melt the iron of his craft.

"Ximor, I would...I would."

"Gadin, my dear boy, my dear, dear boy!"

Pulling the tie at his waist, Ximor lifted off the heavy apron he wore to protect his body from the sparks his forge could throw his way as he worked. His forearms had several small scars from the sparks that flew that way, though those were fewer and smaller. He dropped the apron to the ground and stepped over it toward Gadin. Gadin, for his part, knelt where he was and his hands reached up to work the waistband of Ximor's trousers. Zippers were unknown, but flies were not and the buttons of the trousers were large and the trousers were loose-fitting, to undo the buttons for the boy was an easy task compared to the tighter garb of our current lives. Once he did that, the cock was easy enough to access, for Ximor had not wrapped himself a loincloth, they were heavy things and uncomfortable in the heat of the forge. Ximor's prong was dry and clean, for the heat had kept his crotch from getting sweaty as so many men suffer from the confines of their cotton underwear being so close about their loins.

Like Timor, Gadin's prowess at sucking cock was unparalleled and expert, and Ximor groaned and moaned in the oral assault on his organ. His brawny, muscled body seethed in his need and his power contained to avoid any injury to this boy, the delicate but delicious boy.

Gadin reached up to play with his nuts, teasing and tickling them as he slurped assiduously and sensuously on the prong, the moist noises reached the hexogriff in the stall nearby awaiting its shoeing, and it snuffle-chirped as its nature dictated, its paws biting at the soil and raking it with the claws as it scraped along the loose dirt it had separated. This caused a few earthworms to be disturbed and they showed themselves and the head dipped down to eat them and it licked its chops and whinny-squawked for more, more!

"Uhhhh, uhhhh, more, more!" Ximor gasped. "I have never felt as charged as this, I must release soon, too soon, Gadin, my lucious, luxurious lad, I wish to make more love to you than this and deeper, but not here and now, let me release and I shall repay you this evening if you can come by!"

Gadin grunted his agreement, and he sped up his oral attack, and Ximor lurched into orgasm, crying out, "UHHHH, UHHHH, UHHHHH, UHHHHH, UH-UH-UH-UH-UHHH-UHHH-UHHHHH-UHHHH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ximor unleashed his long pent-up load of jizz, as a single man he had not released his seed in some time, the pleasures of masturbation had little appeal for him, weary as he was from his day's labors and he did it rarely, but a lad's lips milking at him was labor-free and he carried himself to ecstasy without a pang or twinge in his body. "HUH-UH, HUH-UH, HUH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UHHHHHH!" Ximor finished and was done, Gadin had held on manfully and gulped down every last drop of the succulent seed of his loins, and relished it utterly from the blissful look on his face.

Ximor sighed, his passion eased and he picked up the boy, the purple and blue blooms all around them and he kissed the boy tenderly, getting his clean clothing quite soiled with the coal dust and soot, but neither cared as they expressed their love and appreciation of each other.

Gadin left soon after, promising to return that night after supper, and Ximor resumed his labor, his heart light and the soft perfume of the flowers permeating his establishment. Their fragrance, once emitted, would linger in the air of this valley for entire days, and there were many more such flowers by now, more were blooming every day. It took longer if they didn't land in plowed land like Dinal's garden, but they all bloomed.

--o-8-o--

Within a week's time, all women of every age had fled the village entirely, the smell of the flowers were anathema to them, and they could not bear it. To the men and boys of the village, the fragrance had the opposite effect, there was a tendency to collect the blossoms for their indoors and transplant the plants into their lawns and around their village. The seeds the flowers produced upon blooming were also quick to take seed and bloom in their own turn, within two months' time, the entire village nearly bulged with the blue-and-purple blossoms in every yard and every garden and seeds aplenty were reserved for future planting by the now-eager menfolk of the village. Every man and boy were now its adherents, all of them passionately making love to the men in their life and sometimes even to the most casual of visitors.

The ornate carriage arrived near sundown about this time mentioned, the Duke of the duchy which included this valley among others, the Duke had arrived to retrieve his now-shod hexogriff. Duke Fonardin was twenty-three years old (his father, the former Duke, had recently died), regally handsome and muscled lightly but sleekly, with his light brown hair the color of ready-to-harvest wheat, wavy and cleanly kept and styled, and his eyes of emerald green, wearing his garments of light blue and gold which were the ducal colors, and he surveyed with a light distaste the inn. Rather lowbrow for his sensitive palate for such things, but on the road, one must be prepared to rough it to some degree. He was accompanied by a coachman and two footmen and those went with the carriage to the nearby stable to see that the horses and coach were placed properly and to secure their own quarters.

"Welcome, my Lord," bowed the innkeeper, Mydant, who had seen other nobility come and go. "Our poor quarters are at your command, but your coming was expected and the best of our rooms has been reserved for your use and the sheets are the finest we possess. I have also assigned my son Vedant to stay with you and see to your personal needs."

"I have few of those, save that my journey was long and I am weary," the Duke said with a wave of his silk handkerchief with the ducal arms embroidered on it. "If you will show me to my room and have a hot bath arranged for me, I shall retire right after, I think. My needs will only require me to remain a single night."

"Certainly, my Lord," the innkeeper said briskly. "Vedant, come, come, show His Lordship the Duke to the room you will share this night." To the Duke, he said, "My servants will bring you your bath shortly, after you are ready for it."

Vedant was an adorably alert and quite cute little tumblebug of a seven-year-old boy with black hair and deep black eyes, charmingly adorable, the Duke had to admit to himself and he shook his head as he thought that. That was a thought you gave about a woman, not a boy! And he hadn't seen a one since entering this valley and this village of the ridiculous name of Umph. Someone hadn't wanted to bother with a proper name, he guessed.

A bath when he was ready for it, he was ready now! He began to get undressed soon as he entered the room, and he took off his cloak and his shirt and turned to see Vedant nearby and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I am here to serve you, my Lord," Vedant said. "See, I have brought you some of our flowers, they are unique to this valley and their fragrance is so lovely, won't you smell them?" He brought the flowers over without being bidden.

Well, children of Vedant's age had to be allowed a few errors in their service, they would learn in time, the boy held the flowers up to the Duke and said, "Here, please, smell them and see, see!"

"Ahhh, very well," the Duke said and leaned slightly to inhale the flowers...and was lost. His whole world was brighter and lighter and the charming, lovely, loveable boy was here, was smiling at him genially, how could he resist. In a daze, he said, "And may I ask just how you are to serve me in this room?"

"Why, any way you want me, my Lord," Vedant said and brazenly touched the Duke's groin which had surged to life. "You have needs and you want me, don't you? Am I not pleasing to you?"

"You are...very pleasing," Duke Fonardin breathed. "And I am glad you are here to serve me this night."

Vedant grinned and he pulled at the waist of his tunic, a knee-length garment that was all he wore, and it gaped wide and he lifted it over his head and was naked in very little time. "I am ready when you are, my Lord."

Duke Fonardin gasped as he hustled off the remainder of his clothing to be nude, and then he held out his hand and let Vedant lead him to the bed. Vedant urged him to get in first and lie back, he did. The young boy crawled up to the Duke's masculine tool, which was standing a proud nine inches tall and uncut, like a lighthouse in the harbor formed by his legs. The boy sailed up the bay formed by the slim thighs and fetched up against the balls which made the rocks on which the lighthouse stood.

There at the dock, he cast out the anchor line of his young tongue, lapping up the perineal trail agilely to ascend the tower to the crest. Once there, he consumed the mushroom shaped head covered by the foreskin just barely with a fractional bit of foreskin above it, and the precome there was a delicious bonus he got for his travel.

Duke Fonardin moaned and gasped as the young lad nursed his dong like a baby nurses its bottle only in a deeper, much more intimate way. The suction the boy applied was far in excess of any pleasure he had orally received from the prostitutes he had frequented before he ascended to the duchy. Now his life was so circumscribed that he didn't dare patronize such places, though he could send out a retainer to acquire such for him, and that left him vulnerable to any amount of blackmail to an untrustworthy servant. He should have cultivated such sooner among his father's staff, but how could he know this would happen so quickly, his father had died at a mere forty-one years of age!

No matter, he thought, he had this boy with him now, and perhaps he could persuade the innkeeper to let him take the boy as a page for his manor. Yes, that would be the way to go, oh, Goddesses, the boy is using his tongue as well as his lips, he is licking my cock while he sucks it!

His body quivered and his passion was building steadily toward climax and he would have been content with this from a seven-year-old boy when Vedant surprised him. Releasing the duke's prong, he got to his feet quickly, straddled the man's waist and squatted down, expertly spearing himself in the ass by the now-drool-laden poophole-poker, and he sank down onto the base of the nine-inch pecker on the first trip down!

"AAHHHHH-AHHHHHHHH!" Duke Fonardin's body rose up from the bed in his ecstasy at the feel of this instant penetration, he lifted the boy bodily off the bed just with his shoulders and heels on the bed itself, and he sank back down, jarring himself and the boy atop him but the boy held on and the cock remained inside his body balls-deep.

Vedant began to bound up and down on the hard cock but the Duke quickly countered this act, he pulled the boy bodily to his chest and rolled them over and now he was on top and he began to fuck the boy hard and fast, and Vedant only moaned and gasped and writhed in his arms in passion.

"Oh, oh, oh, my Lord, you are so good, so good and so deep, so deep, you pierce me all the way through!"

"And you have pierced my heart, now that I have found you I don't want to ever lose you!" panted the Duke. "Say that you will leave this valley and come to live with me and I will dress you richly as I am and give you all your heart desires!"

"I cannot, but say you will stay here in this village and I will be overjoyed to grace your bed at night, and my needs are simple, as long as I can help my father's business."

"Hah, hah, hah, hah, what is your, hah, hah, hah, father's business," the Duke panted as he screwed the soft butt unceasingly.

"He is the innkeeper, the man you met," Vedant said. "He would not want me to leave him, he is also my lover, but I can keep more than one man happy, I am certain!"

The Duke was too caught up in his lust to argue, he said, "We shall leave this to tomorrow, hah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, for I am near my finish! AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!"

"UH-UH-UH-UH-UH, fill me full, my Lord, and we shall see what tomorrow brings!" the boy wailed in his own joyous climax. "UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Vedant cried out in his passion and he shook and shivered in the Duke's embrace.

"AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHHHHHH, HAH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the Duke answered in his turn. "AH-AHHHH AH-AHHHHH, AH-HAHHHHH, AH-AHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHH, AHHH, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, hahh, hooh, hah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The Duke fell down upon Vedant and the boy gave a grunt of expelled breath and the Duke hastily lifted his weight up again, rested on his elbows. "Ohhhh, that was magnificent, I have never been so passionate as I was with you."

"It's the flowers, my Lord, they increase your joy in bed and give you great prowess. That is why we grow them so much, you saw them everywhere in our valley."

"That I did," the Duke rolled off. "Well, let me have that bath and then we will go to bed, though I think I shall have another round in me before we sleep. I intend to enjoy at least this night."

--o-8-o--

And so it was that the witch's revenge was wreaked upon the village of Umph, for no women could ever bear to enter their valley and a man, once he came there, had no desire to ever leave. The flowers were unable to thrive outside their valley, but that did not matter to the people of Umph, the population thrived despite their desire to remain in their small village, and a young man would venture forth long enough to find a woman to have a child with and, if it was a boy, bring the boy back a few years later to live and love with him. So they remain there still.

And so the third rule of the people remains proven, and one more moral of this story remains.

If someone ever invites you on a trip that they promise will add a little "Umph" to your life, you may find yourself making a life-changing decision from what happens on that trip!

THE END
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