The Hunter and The Hex

Chapter 5

》Rune《

I couldn't get the rapidly cycling images out of my head. The sight of her on her hands and knees, the maroon lace of her skimpy panties the only barrier between my eyes and her tight little c*nt. I wanted to bury my face between those perfect creamy thighs and feel them wrap around me as I devoured her whole. The view of her on her knees looking up at me nearly had me coming undone in my pants like a teenage boy; the idea of those plush lips locked around my throbbing c*ck sent a deep aching need straight to my groin.

My thoughts shifted again to the image of a raven haired beauty, laid out on a bed of pillows. Wrists bound above her head by her lover's hand, eyes closed in pure bliss as her lover drove himself into her depths his other hand gripping her ass while lifting her hips up into him to gain more access. But unlike the woman the man's eyes were open his head turned staring straight back at me with a taunting face of smug satisfaction. A gilded inscription nestled in the tangle of sheets The Lovers had me scoffing to myself.

I may end up having to f*ck the witch if I couldn't figure out which piece of jewelry she had enchanted for her disguise without undressing her but lovers we would never be. The idea of what lie beneath her porcelain facade sent a shudder through my body and cleared my head of anymore explicit thoughts. I glanced down at the ring I had stolen straight from her casting finger and frowned.

It looked old, very old, the band thicker than most modern made female rings but the craftsmanship was exquisite. I had expected her guise to fall as soon as I had removed it, instead she had blushed like some innocent waif continuing her ruse. I turned it over and peered at the inside of the band to find a dainty inscription so faded over time nearly illegible.

"ma sorcière bien-aimée"

I stuffed the ring back in my pocket and pulled out my phone googling a translation and laughed "My beloved witch." I shook my head, she was definitely not human, even if I hadn't caught her in the act yet she was a witch for sure in my mind. Now I just needed to determine how guilty she was.

》Marinette 《

For the 2nd time that day I stood in my closet picking an outfit. This time opting for a two toned romper of olive green linen shorts and a crocheted black halter style bodice married together by a braided black belt. I threw my black lace shawl around my shoulders and slipped my feet into simple black sandals. This time I put my clutch into a larger black shoulder bag and took off for my shop.

It was well after noon when I arrived and I smiled sheepishly as I unlocked the doors and let myself and a few customers who had been waiting inside. "Sorry you guys, I ended up wearing my breakfast and had to go home to change." The three women all nodded sympathetically as they headed for the soaps and lotions. I sat my purse down behind the counter and frowned down at my bare hand.

When did I take my ancestor's ring off? Must be in the bathroom at home; I rationalized as I filled the electric kettle from the sink in the tiny kitchenette in the back. I came back up front putting it on the counter next to my novelty "Witch's Brew" mug and turned it on. I went about my normal afternoon dusting the merchandise, crafting new bath oils, and drinking tea.

Customers came in and out, some buying, some browsing and as evening descended and the majority of the shops closed the constant influx of people slowed until it was just me for a while. I quickly snatched up a silver athame from my altar and stepped out from around the counter as my intuition came on high alert.

"I know it was you, you stupid bitch." Kevin Anderson exclaimed as he burst through the shop's door. My eyes narrowed at him, " You aren't welcome in here Kevin. Get out before I put you out." My heart hammered in my chest as he sneered at me, closing the gap between us. I stood my ground as he got in my face, his breath of whiskey and mint fanning over my lips; like a couple of tic tacs could mask a fifth of jack.

I swallowed back my fear as he grabbed my throat squeezing as he spoke "you think you're so powerful, I know it's you who hexed me and I'm not the only one!" His seething voice took on a tone I did not like the sound of, the creep was more confident than just his usual hot air this evening. "Last warning rodent… out before I put you out. Any bad luck that's following you is your own doing. Stop being such a f*****g creep and maybe the universe won't see fit to treat you as such." I leveled my blade at his throat forcing him to step back and release me.

He laughed and headed back to the door shoving over a display full of loose tumbled gemstones sending them scattering all over the floor. I gritted my teeth, my fists clenching, knuckles going white around the handle of my knife. He smirked and stopped at the door. "Yours is coming witch… mark my words you've messed with the wrong man, you may have devil powers but I've got friends." And then he was gone.