As I'd stepped between the trees, the sun seemed to sink lower much faster than I'd anticipated. What had seemed like a risky shortcut soon seemed like a fatal mistake. People talked about these woods for a reason. People went missing, few were ever seen again. Those that resurfaced were naked, babbling about dark shapes in the trees and horrors beyond human perception.

A cold wind blew through the foliage, what had been a mild evening turned into a frigid night. I pulled my cloak close. For a second, I could swear I caught a faint, sweet voice.

This way, my sweet.

It wasn't much further now, I thought. Best not let superstition delay me. The stories were stories and nothing more. Just.. which way did I come?

Briar and thorns seemed to surround me. I turned, desperate to get my bearings, and all routes but one seemed to shut off. A faint light burned deep in the forest. Whether this was safety, or doom, I didn't know. But I was my only choice.

The smell of woodsmoke began to tickle my nostrils, overpowering the scent of moss and damp leaves, and before long, I glimpsed a cottage with a thatched roof and a cobblestone chimney that seemed to rise above even the forest canopy.

A dark oaken door rose above me, with a brass knocker. I looked around. The woods didn't seem so sinister from here, but despite that, I was eager for shelter. I'd almost forgotten the danger.

Rap. Rap. Rap.

There was a long, ominous pause. Then the door swung open with a creak.

You stood a few inches taller than me, your raven hair falling in loose curls over your shoulders and resting on your red velvet cloak. Your green eyes seemed to twinkle like jewels as you looked me up and down. A long nail, painted to match your cloak, reached out and plucked a leaf out of my fair hair.

"You took your time. Are you going to come in, or catch your death out there?" you purred in a rich alto.

This felt wrong. But of course, I had nowhere else to go. That, and I was drawn to you somehow. I stepped across the threshold into the warmth of the fire.

The cottage was brightly lit and spacious. More spacious, come to think of it, than really seemed possible from outside. Strange-smelling herbs hung from the ceiling to dry above the crackling fire, and a bottle and two glasses had already been set out. The door closed behind me and I stood, nervously, at the threshold.

"Don't be afraid, little one. We're not quite as nasty as people say, you know? If we're treated right, that is." you said, beckoning me closer with a crooked finger. Again, I was drawn forward.

"W...who do you mean? Who are you?" I finally managed to speak in a quavering voice.

A grin broke out on your crimson lips. "Come now, Sweetie. Don't be coy. I'm a witch." You spoke, pausing for a moment to watch my eyes widen in shock. The stories were true.

"And if you're a good boy.. you'll be so very glad we met. Are you going to be a good boy?"

My body seemed to nod before my head had a chance to react.

"Good. Have you ever laid with a woman before?" you asked, your smile growing devilish.

"I..I..."

"You're not at church now, Sweetie.. Do you touch yourself?"

"N..no.. and.. n..no.. T..that's the devil trying to-"

"Oh hush now, silly boy" you snorted derisively, pouring us the wine you'd set aside. "They've filled your head with so much nonsense in that foolish town of yours. Disrobe for me!"

The last sentence was said as if giving an order to a mischievous dog, and, again, I found myself complying before I had a chance to think. No woman had seen me in a state of undress before, but somehow, I couldn't move my hands to cover myself.

"Oh, Sweetie.. you'll do nicely. I knew I chose well." You cooed approvingly.

Suddenly, your own robe fell off, and your pale, milky skin was all revealed. I'd only imagined what a beautiful woman looked like in moments of shame before. Your large, firm breasts stood proudly out of your chest, dark nipples poking out firmly. Your broad hips curved deliciously. Your thick, long cock hung down between your legs.

Yet again, my eyes widened.

"I know, Sweetie, that tends to shock boys. But trust me, you're gonna love my cock. Kneel for me."

My knees buckled.

"I'm going to show you all the pleasures of Sodom and Gomorrah, sweet thing. Open wide. You've got a lot to learn.."

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