Hill House Hottie: Enchanted Encounters

My buddies told me about the old house on the hill had a witch living there and they told me she likes young guys

I hesitated at the front door of the old Victorian house at the top of the hill. My buddies had been ribbing me for weeks about coming here. They claimed an old witch lived inside and that she had a taste for young guys like me. Not one to back down from a dare, I finally worked up the courage to climb the steps and see for myself. I raised my hand to knock but the door creaked open before I could. Swallowing hard, I crossed the threshold into the dim interior. The door swung shut behind me with an ominous thud. "Come in," a raspy voice called from the shadows. "I've been expecting you." I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the low light. In the parlor, a figure rose from a wingback chair. She was older but striking, with piercing eyes and raven hair. A smile curved her lips as she took me in. "So you're the brave one," she purred, sauntering closer. Her spicy perfume filled my nostrils. "The others didn't have the nerve to come see old Martha. But I think you'll do nicely." I shivered as she trailed a sharp nail down my cheek. "Don't worry, I won't bite...much," she whispered. "Now take off your clothes. I want to see what I'm working with."

Her hungry gaze raked over me as I fumbled with my shirt buttons. The spicy scent of her perfume was overwhelming in the close room. "Slowly," she commanded, her voice dripping with dark promise. "Let me savor every inch of you." My pulse raced as I shrugged off the shirt, then kicked off my shoes. Her eyes gleamed as I unbuttoned my pants. I hesitated, suddenly very aware of the soft velvet couch behind me. Martha stepped closer, her hips swaying. "Don't stop now," she purred, running a hand over my bare chest. "Show me everything." I swallowed hard and slid the pants down, my face burning. She circled me slowly, drinking me in like a thirsty woman. "Mmm, lovely," she breathed in my ear. "You'll do very nicely indeed."

Her fingers trailed down my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Mmm, lovely," she breathed again, her warm breath tickling my neck. The spicy scent of her perfume enveloped me as she pressed against my back. Martha's hands slid around to grip my hips firmly. "Such nice, tight muscles," she purred approvingly, giving my ass a squeeze. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you in." I shivered at the dark promise in her voice, my cock twitching in response. She chuckled knowingly as she felt me react. "Already eager, are we?" Martha murmured, nipping at my earlobe. "My, my...this will be fun." Her nails raked lightly down my chest as she stepped back to admire me again. I swallowed hard, feeling exposed and excited under her hungry gaze. I could see the heat in her eyes, the flush on her cheeks. "Get on the couch," she commanded, nodding towards the plush velvet. "I want to taste you." I obeyed, lying back as she crawled on top of me, her raven hair spilling around us like a curtain. Her lips claimed mine in a deep, spicy kiss that left me breathless.

Martha's kiss deepened, her tongue teasing mine as she settled against me. I groaned into her mouth, my hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. She hummed in approval, rocking her hips against my hardness. Breaking the kiss, she sat back to look at me, her eyes heavy with lust. "Eager little thing, aren't you?" she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest. "I'm going to enjoy this so much." I shivered at the dark promise in her voice, my cock twitching in anticipation. She chuckled knowingly at my reaction before leaning down to swirl her tongue around one of my nipples. I gasped, arching up into the warm, wet sensation. Martha kissed her way down my stomach, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin. She paused to swirl her tongue around my navel before continuing lower. I held my breath in anticipation as she reached the juncture of my thighs. "Someone's ready for me," she murmured, licking her lips as she took in the sight of my erect cock. "Let's see what you taste like, shall we?" I groaned, my head falling back against the pillow as she lowered her mouth to take me between her lips. The warm, wet heat was almost overwhelming as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive head before taking me deeper.

Martha's lips slid up and down my shaft with delicious friction, her tongue swirling around the head on each upward stroke. She hummed softly, sending vibrations through my sensitive flesh as she took me deep into the wet heat of her mouth. I buried my hands in her silky hair, my hips bucking up instinctively. Martha pulled back with a wicked chuckle, her lips glistening. "Eager for more, are we?" she teased, giving my cock a firm squeeze that made me gasp. "Don't worry, I'm just getting started..." She lowered her mouth to my balls, sucking and licking each one as I squirmed beneath her. The sensation was almost too much to bear. When she released them with a soft pop, I felt her breath hot on my inner thigh before she nipped at the sensitive skin there. Martha kissed her way back up my body, her raven hair trailing over my overheated skin. She captured my mouth in a deep, filthy kiss and I could taste myself on her tongue. I reached down to hike up her skirt, desperate to feel her wet heat against me.

I tugged at the flimsy fabric of her panties, sliding them down her thighs. Martha broke the kiss with a gasp, lifting her hips to help me remove the last barrier between us. Her bare skin was silky and hot against my own as she settled back onto me. Reaching between our bodies, Martha gripped my cock, guiding it to her slick entrance. I held my breath, every nerve ending on fire with anticipation. Slowly, torturously, she sank down, enveloping me in her tight, wet heat inch by delicious inch. I groaned raggedly, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as she fully impaled herself. Martha let out a pleasured whimper, her walls clenching around me almost painfully. For a long moment we stayed frozen like that, savoring the intense sensation of joining. Then with a wicked little smile, Martha began to move, rolling her hips in a way that had me seeing stars. I met her rhythm, thrusting up to meet each undulation. The feel of her tight sheath gripping me, the slap of skin on skin, the little hitch in her breath every time I bottomed out inside her - it was driving me wild. Leaning down, Martha nipped and sucked at the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, marking me. I cried out, my hips snapping up hard. The room filled with the heady scent of sex and the erotic symphony of our coupling - ragged breathing, filthy words of encouragement, the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh.

Martha rode me harder, her breath coming in short gasps as she took me deeper with each downward glide. My hands slid up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. She moaned my name like a curse as I pinched and rolled them, the slight sting making her inner walls flutter around my cock. I could feel the pressure building low in my belly, coiling tighter with every filthy slap of our bodies coming together. Martha's nails raked down my chest, leaving red marks in their wake as she used me for leverage to fuck herself on my cock. The room was filled with the heady scent of our arousal and the erotic sounds of skin on skin. Her pace became erratic, her inner muscles fluttering around me in a way that had me seeing stars. I knew she was close. Reaching between us, I rubbed my thumb against her clit in firm circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. Martha threw her head back with a sharp cry, her walls clenching and rippling around me as she came undone with a shudder. The feel of her pulsing around me, the erotic sight of her abandon, it was enough to send me tumbling over the edge right behind her. I buried myself deep and came with a ragged groan, spilling myself inside her pulsing heat as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. We stayed locked together like that, chests heaving and limbs trembling, as we floated back down to earth in a haze of satisfied afterglow.

I blinked, my vision swimming as the haze of post-orgasmic bliss slowly cleared. To my shock, I was no longer tangled in the sheets with Martha. Instead, I found myself enclosed within the cold, unyielding bars of a large bird cage. My heart hammered against my ribs as I stumbled to my feet, fingers curling around the metal. Across the room, Martha stood fully dressed, a cruel smirk playing on her ruby-red lips. "Did you really think I'd let you go so easily?" she purred, circling the cage with a predatory gleam in her eyes. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the sudden shift. Had the intense pleasure somehow triggered this strange turn of events? I rattled the bars in frustration, but they held firm. Martha laughed, a low, wicked sound that sent a shiver down my spine despite my confusion. "You're mine now," she whispered, pressing a manicured finger against the cage. "And I'm not done playing with you yet." The promise in her voice was both terrifying and thrilling, leaving me wondering what twisted games she had in store.

Martha's eyes gleamed with dark amusement as she watched me struggle against the bars. "Settle down, pet," she cooed, trailing a finger along the cage. "You'll only tire yourself out." Her words sent a strange thrill through me, despite my confusion. I swallowed hard, trying to make sense of the situation. One moment I was lost in the throes of passion, the next I found myself caged like an animal. Yet, there was something undeniably alluring about being at her mercy. "What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice hoarse. Martha's smirk widened. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I want." She turned and sauntered towards a table, picking up a wicked-looking riding crop. My breath hitched as she swished it through the air. "I'm going to break you, bit by bit, until you're begging for my touch." The first strike of the crop against my bare skin made me yelp, the sting blooming into a dull ache. Martha tsked, circling the cage. "Be a good boy and take your punishment," she purred, landing another blow across my shoulder. Pleasure and pain intertwined, making my head spin. I found myself arching into the strikes, craving more of her cruel attention. Martha laughed, a triumphant sound. "Already learning your place, are we?" She dropped the crop and reached for the cage door. "But we've only just begun." Unlocking it with a click, she stepped inside, her eyes filled with dark promises.

Martha's fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back as she leaned in close. Her lips brushed my ear, her breath hot against my skin. "You've been a very bad boy," she murmured, her voice dripping with faux reproach. "And bad boys need to be punished." I shivered at her words, my body responding in spite of myself. Martha chuckled, the sound low and wicked. Her free hand slid down my chest, nails raking lightly over my skin. "But perhaps," she purred, "you can convince me you've learned your lesson." Her grip on my hair tightened and she forced me to my knees before her. I looked up at her, my breath catching in my throat. Martha's eyes glittered with dark amusement as she loomed over me. "Beg for it," she commanded, her voice soft but firm. "Beg for my forgiveness." Swallowing hard, I did as I was told, my words tumbling out in a rush. "Please, Martha," I whispered, my voice hoarse with a mix of fear and desire. "I'm sorry, I'll be good, I promise. Please, just...just touch me." For a long moment, she said nothing, just gazed down at me with that maddening smirk. Then, slowly, she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. My mouth went dry as I drank in the sight of her perfect breasts straining against the fabric. "Since you asked so nicely," Martha purred, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. She reached out and stroked a finger along my jawline. "I suppose I can't resist such a pretty please." She pushed me back against the cage bars and climbed into my lap, her thighs gripping my hips. Leaning down, she nipped at my neck, her teeth scraping over my pulse point. I groaned, my hands coming up to grip her waist, pulling her closer. Martha laughed again, low and wicked, and began to rock her hips against mine in a slow, teasing rhythm. "That's it," she murmured, her lips brushing my ear with each word. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride."

Martha’s smirk twisted into something sharper as she whispered, *"Not quite."* Her fingers left my jaw to trace the edge of the zipper on her skirt, pulling it down with agonizing slowness until the fabric parted, revealing the slick glint of her soaked panties. *"But who’s to say you won’t become more?"* The words sent a jolt through me—animal, human, the line blurred. I hissed in frustration as my knees buckled under the weight of what she implied, what I already feared. Martha laughed, the sound rich and knowing, as she pulled a small vial from her purse, uncapped it, and brought it to my lips. *"Taste,"* she commanded, tilting it just enough for the liquid to drip onto my tongue. Sharp, coppery, then sweet—like sugar and something darker, something *alive*. My vision blurred again, but this time it wasn’t pleasure. It was the low, primal growl rising in my chest before I could stop it. Martha’s fingernails dug into my scalp, her grip unyielding. *"Good kitty,"* she crooned, the tone dripping with victory. My hands flexed, claws pricking against the bars as she leaned back, letting her fingers test the shift in my posture, the new way her body pulsed under my touch. The change was already there—my spine arched, my back curving unnaturally as the transformation spread. My bones cracked, reshaping, and the world narrowed to teeth, fur, and Martha’s dark, delighted laugh. *"Now you’ll stay just where I want you."* Her thighs parted in anticipation. *"Purr for me."*

The bars groaned under my weight as my legs twisted, fur sprouting along sinew in thick, dark waves. Claws split through my fingers, the sharp pain lost in the animal ecstasy rushing through me. Martha’s panties were inches from my face now—not just an offer, but a command. I snapped my jaws, tongue flicking out to taste her, the scent of arousal thick in the air. She giggled, fingers threading through my fur as I trembled against the metal. *"Such a greedy little thing."* The fabric bunched in my mouth, stretching thin, the wet heat of her core pressed against my muzzle. My tail thrashed, knocking over a discarded toy, the clatter of plastic against concrete drowning my protests. Martha’s laugh turned into a breathy moan as I nipped at the lace, not to hurt, but to *mark*. *"Oh, you’ve always been mine."* She tugged my fur harder, forcing me to lick her thighs—the sound of my tongue like a wet, desperate gasp against her skin. The ache between my legs grew, my hips bucking involuntarily, claws scoring her thighs through the silk of her stockings. *"Perfect."* Her free hand dipped under her bra, fingers pinching a nipple hard enough to make me whine. *"But we’re not done yet."* The vial reappeared, this time uncapped fully—but she tilted it toward *her* lips, smiling as I strained after it, teeth bared. *"Drink."*

The liquid hit her tongue first, the way she tilted the vial deliberate, teasing. Her throat convulsed, Adam’s apple bobbing as she swallowed, face twisting in something that wasn’t quite pleasure—not yet. *"Mmm, such a good boy."* The taste of it lingered on her lips, metallic with a deeper edge, the way my mouth had filled with it moments before. Her fingers left my fur to clutch at the bars, knuckles white as she leaned forward again, this time straddling my body with purpose. *"Here,"* she breathed, pressing the vial back to my snout. The scent was different now, tangled with *her*—sweeter, headier. I tried to fight it, but my jaw split wider, tongue flicking out to lap at the rim, desperate. Martha giggled, pushing it deeper, the liquid spilling over my lips, down my throat. The growl in my chest turned into a throaty purr, my spine stiffening as the second dose hit. Her hand moved between her legs, fingers already slick. *"Watch me, pet."* The panties were gone now, the wet heat of her exposed, glistening slit pressing against my face. I could only whine in protest, claws digging into her bare thighs as she rubbed herself against me, the slow drag of her body sending pulses of animal need through my own. *"I want you to learn how to please me properly,"* she murmured, trailing her nails along the bars, her other hand still working her clit with deliberate strokes. My cock strained against the bars, trapped and throbbing as I caught the musk of her arousal, the way her breath hitched when I nuzzled her center. *"But I think I’ll start by showing you. Open wide."* She pressed the vial to my lips again, this time squeezing it gently. The liquid dripped over my tongue, bitter and hot—then she slid one finger into my mouth, the taste of her own fingers mixing with the elixir. My instincts took over; I sucked her in deeper, tongue swirling around the digit, claws raking down her inner thigh. Martha gasped, her hips rolling against my face as she fucked her fingers into my mouth. *"God, yes—just like that."* The ache between my legs intensified, my cock pressing painfully against the metal. *"You’re mine now,"* she whispered, her voice rough. *"And I’m going to use you."* Another finger slipped in, two now, and I whined, head tilting back as she forced them down my throat, the mix of taste and transformation making my vision swim. *"Swallow well, pet."* Her fingers fucked my mouth, the rhythm of her hips mirroring the way she’d ride me—if only I was still human. The thought sent a fresh wave of fur through my limbs, my body convulsing as the transformation completed itself in waves. Claws. Teeth. The low, desperate groan that tore from my chest now belonged to her, and she laughed again, the sound dark with satisfaction. *"Good. Now let’s see what you *really* can do."* She tugged my fur, dragging me closer to where her body dripped with arousal—*my* arousal now too—and my tongue lashed out in desperate obedience, tasting her for the first time as a beast. She moaned, low and filthy, as I devoured her. *"Purr for me."*

The slick heat of Martha’s slick pressed into my muzzle, her fingers still tangled in my fur, guiding me deeper. My tongue flickered, rough and insistent, tracing the swollen folds of her cunt with a desperate ache that hadn’t been human before. *"Ohhh—fuck, yes,"* she hissed, her voice thick with something between a command and a plea. The elixir still burned in my veins, but it was different now—sharper, more *alive*, the way her arousal pulsed against my face. I whined again, claws flexing, digging into the softness of her thighs like she’d ordered, the sound vibrating through her body. *"Greedy,"* she whispered, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each press of her slit against my tongue sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through *her*—and by extension, me. The change wasn’t just physical. Everything felt amplified—her scent, the taste of her fingers when they pressed back into my mouth, the way my own need coiled tighter with every lap of my tongue. I could feel the way her body responded beneath me, the way her breath hitched, her thighs trembling as she ground herself against my muzzle. *"Stay here,"* she murmured, fingers leaving my fur to grip the bars instead. *"I’m keeping you right where I want you."* Her cunt clenched around my tongue, the muscles tight and demanding, and I purred in response, the vibration humming through my throat as I tried to lick her deeper. Martha’s free hand reached between my legs, fingers slipping over the bars to cup my heavy cock, the rough metal digging into her skin as she stroked me. *"Good boy,"* she praised, her voice rough with something darker, something possessive. *"Now purr for me while I come."* The taste of her—salt and something sweet, the metallic tang of the elixir still clinging—overflowed onto my tongue as she gasped, her body shuddering and tight. I whined, claws pricking her thighs, and she laughed again, the sound soft and triumphant. *"That’s right."* She leaned forward, lips brushing my ear, the words a low, filthy promise. *"You stay."*