The Letter

Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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October was always so stark and bleak in the area where Chase lived. The small lake in Wyoming drew people from all around, but he had to laugh at their misery. The lake was in a high wind area. It blew every day. On a good day the water was only choppy enough to make water skiing a challenge. On the bad days semi trucks had their loads in their trailers lost as they were blown over.

Chase always had to laugh at the white man. He had no choice but to live here. The white man wiped the dirt from his teeth and took pictures near the water, showing them back home and claiming he had a good time. Chase made a living showing the fools where wildlife might be on the local trails. His sister rented out her boat and drove it for the water skiers. What she really was renting was her ass. Always in cutoffs, she drew away from the other boat drivers with ease. They were used to it and they got along well.

They were all from the nearby reservation. There they could escape the wind and the white man. There they could dance to the old magic. There they could give tribute to the Iroquois heritage they shared. They were not native to the area. The Cheyenne and Arapahoe had been herded into this hellish area. Chase’s ancestors had come from far to the east. They infiltrated the local tribes and set up a secret cult within. No one paid them any mind. They were welcome so long as they brought in the white man’s coin.

An annoying child was tugging at his arm. “Chase, why are you called Chase?” The girl had curly hair and spoke with a Russian accent. He ignored her.

She persisted. He had walked this trail so many times, he could do it in his sleep. Why was this creature waking him up? He had warned them to stay quiet, or they might arouse the interest of bears. Was this Kake et Yakokwe not going to be silenced?

The bear made her scream. The bear screamed back. The girl’s mother grabbed her and screamed. His entire group froze. They didn’t run in all directions. They had listened. He had a chance.

“No one move!” he commanded. He stood between the group and the bear. It postured. Good, it wasn’t hungry. He stared it down. The beast was smaller. A young adult. It was simply curious.

A loud pop filled the air. Some fool had brought a gun! The bullet hit the bear in the gut with a thud.

Now his group ran in all directions, screaming. The bear chased after the gunman, who kept firing. One, two, three shots more. The bear was upon him. Chase was frozen in awe. There was nothing he could do to save the man. The bear ripped into him with his claws and nearly pulled the arm that had been firing the gun from his body. It hung by a few stringy bits of flesh.

The bear bit deep into the man’s neck and ended his screams. Ripping with his teeth, it bit clean through. The man’s head and body were limp on the ground. The bear stomped on the body, barking and yowling. Then the bear urinated on it.

Chase could only admire how easily the beast had destroyed the human. He noticed from the corner of his eye that the little girl was doing the same. She stood slightly hidden behind a tree. She wasn’t frozen in fear, but in awe.

The bear paid her no mind and approached Chase. He stood his ground. They reached an understanding as they stared at each other. “Run,” he told the bear, “They will hunt you and destroy you for this.” The bear left.

——————-

The little girl’s name was Bridgitte. She was in shock. She had seen a bear maul her father to death. Her mother, Sienna, had seen it as well. There was nothing they could do, but they didn’t scream and run. Their Slavic background and being in a foreign country made them probably a bit more stoic than most. More so than the rest of the crowd, who had survived with a few scrapes and bruises.

That didn’t stop the crowd from demanding Chase be fired, arrested, even burned at the stake for taking them on a trail “infested” with bears. That part didn’t bother him. What concerned him more was what would happen when dozens of park rangers started hunting the bear. It wouldn’t be hard to find. The land had a sparse forest and the bear was bleeding. Why had the father shot him? Did they not have bears where he was from? Did he not know it would just anger it?

His sister arrived. Kelly looked concerned. He knew why. Surprisingly, the little girl looked up at her and said, “I’m sorry, your brother told us to be quiet.” Her mother still stared straight ahead.

Kelly kneeled down. “I’m sorry about what happened to your father. How did you know Chase is my brother?”

“You look like him.”

Chase looked away from Kelly. If he saw her face, he would laugh. She was perhaps a bit vain. To suggest she looked like her scraggly brother had to be an insult. She was beautiful.

Kelly motioned him away. He went with her around the corner. The police station was starting to thin out. Once it was obvious the Native American guide wasn’t going to be punished for their own ignorance, they lost interest in sticking around.

“I’m concerned about the mother,” stated Kelly. “You know it will land on her.”

“Too bad it couldn’t have been the father. What kind of fool starts shooting at a bear with a pistol?” He looked at the girl, and noticed her mother was missing.

“The kind of fool who is concerned about his wife and daughter.” She was behind them. Soft feet, thought Chase.

“I’m sorry,” he said. ” I didn’t realize you were there.”

“You had that bear in some sort of trance. Were you saving us? Willing it away? If so, my husband was a fool,” she said. “Answer me honestly. What did you mean by ‘it will fall on me’?”

Kelly gave him an unnecessary look. He noticed the girl had approached. He knelt down. “I’m sorry about your father too,” he said. “It is not your fault, your father’s, or the bears. All three of you did what is in your nature.”

He stood up and turned to the mother. “What happens with her is what falls on you. You are all she has left.”

“That isn’t true. He was her stepfather. Her real father still lives. She also has two older siblings.”

Chase tried to remember her name, and where she said she was from. He thought she had looked older. Her daughter was maybe ten at the most, and was safe. Her siblings may not be. Certainly her real father wasn’t.

Kelly beat him to the punch. “That is good to hear, Ms..?”

“Smith.”

“My name is Kelly. Your daughter is correct. I am Chase’s sister. Are her siblings going to be OK?”

“They will laugh. They couldn’t stand the man. Please forgive me. If you will not answer my question honestly, then we must go. Come, Bridgitte.” She took the girl by the hand and headed over to the police desk.

Chase turned and headed out of the station. Kelly followed. They knew better to say anything to each other until they were in the confines of their own home.

——————

“They will hunt down the bear to make an example of it.”

“Yes. I am sorry, Elder, I had no idea the white man would be so foolish.”

“You did the right thing, boy. You may go.”

“But-”

“You may go.”

Chase left the town hall. He was only 18. He was not old enough to participate yet. Kelly had just turned 25. This was her first ritual.

He returned home. The sky was gloomy tonight. He knew it meant the rangers had found the bear. It wouldn’t suffer.

The mother would. He knew her name wasn’t “Mrs. Smith”. The Russians all said that. It had to do with their mistrust of Americans. He was the same way towards the white man. Chase was not his real name. Nor was Kelly his sister’s.

His family was all at the ritual. He decided to wait on the porch. The wind was too strong. He knew it would get stronger.

From his bedroom window he could see the sky change. At first it started to brighten, as if the sun was about to rise. Then it blackened and purple gusts tore through the air. Lightning crashed and crackled.

He saw it. Or was it a trick of the eye? It always came and went that fast. He had seen it many times before, however. It was massive, standing well above the treetops. Most of his people were terrified of it. Legends still brought chills to their spine.

That was why the ritual was developed. The Wendigo had to be appeased.

He was not sure why he wasn’t as frightened. As long as he could remember he had been fascinated by it. He opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out his drawings. Nothing he saw tonight would add to them, so he didn’t start a new one. He pulled out his favorite.

The Wendigo was a giant skeletal demon. Some thought it was a tree. Some thought it a beast. It was neither. It was vengeance. Until humans had arrived on this earth, nature was in balance. His people learned to fear the Wendigo, and respect nature.

The white man had lost so many to the Wendigo’s vengeance they didn’t even know what was causing it. They didn’t see themselves as part of nature. They saw nature as something to be controlled.

“Nothing new to add?”

He turned with a start. Kelly was good. Soft feet as well. “Nothing,” he said.

“It is the mother,” she said.

“That isn’t surprising.”

“Don’t you care?”

He looked at her. “Why would I? Her husband began the whole thing.”

“Her daughter actually did. Now she will be alone with an abusive father.”

“That is what the Wendigo does, isn’t it?”

She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. “All of 18 and just as cold as the other men, huh? Don’t try to tell me you didn’t wonder how her mother knew you were talking to the bear. She couldn’t take her eyes off of you. She has nice breasts, you know.”

“Ewww, she is old! She says she has three children.”

“She lied. There is more to her than meets the eye. This isn’t just simple distrust of Americans.”

“She is still old.”

“Well, I see you have gotten choosy. I guess I don’t have to worry about you staring at this anymore!” She wiggled her ass as she headed out of the room.

“I didn’t mean you! She just, I don’t know, has to be at least 40.”

Kelly peeked her head around the doorway. “Try 28. I guess that means I’m too old for you as well. Too bad. I’ll miss listening to you masturbate while you peek in on me in the bath.”

“I never!” He tried not to yell too loud. His parents had to be asleep. He was also lying. He had the hottest sister on the reservation. It was tough to resist.

She came in the doorway, giggling. “Prove it,” she said. “Come scrub my back. Don’t get excited. I am your sister, after all.”

“Oh come on, you know you won’t let me in.”

“We used to take baths together all the time. Even when they started coming in.” She stuck out her tits. “But no, you had to scream the first time I bled a little.”

“So did you!”

“Come on,” she said seriously. “I want to talk. I’m exhausted and a bath will feel good.”

“If Mom and Dad catch us together in there, we are dead.”

“They won’t.” She looked concerned. “They were chosen to deliver the letter.”

He looked at her. They both were concerned now.

——————-

The letter had to be accepted willingly. It couldn’t be reverse pickpocketed or simply mailed. It could be partially concealed, but not completely. A bookmark in a book was a common disguise.

The Iroquois only risked the Wendigo if they couldn’t pass the letter. The white man was too trusting. Just say the envelope had money in it, and they took it greedily. Chase and Kelly weren’t so sure about the Russian Lady, however.

Whoever had possession of the letter in three nights at midnight would be destroyed by the Wendigo. Eaten, literally. To be eaten by a bear would be a blessing in comparison.

“We have to make sure she accepts it,” said Chase.

“Then she passes it on,” replied Kelly.

“Who cares after they get rid of it?”

“You do,” she turned and looked at him, covering her breasts. He had seen her back, and her ass briefly as she climbed in. That was enough to get him aroused. She wasn’t doing a very good job of covering her breasts. He became hard.

“Oh stop,” he said. “We discussed this. I admitted she wasn’t that bad looking. I don’t care about a person’s well being based on their looks, however.”

“I would hug you, but you already have a boner.” She snickered. “It’s getting late. We better get out of here. If they deliver the letter, they will be home soon.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but they heard their parents pull up in the drive. “Oh shit!” She shrieked and hopped out, gathering her clothes quickly. He was treated to great views of her body, especially her tits bouncing everywhere. She just got to her room before they opened the door. He lay back and admired his erection, now fully hard.

“Chase? Kelly? Can you come down here? We need to talk to you.”

They were in big trouble. There was no way his parents wouldn’t notice they both smelled like her silly lavender soap. They knew someone was in the bathroom. The light could be seen from the drive. He had to get to something smelly in his room and hope they didn’t notice. He also covered the tub in bleach after draining it. His Mom would say something about him actually cleaning, but better than explaining taking a bath in his sister’s bath soap. He found fish oil, and overdid it. Everyone pinched their nose when he came downstairs.

The girl and her mother were there. “You smell,” said the troublesome little brat.

“Chase, what have you gotten into?” asked his mother. Kelly was burying her smile in her hands. “Sorry, I spilled a bottle. I had just taken a bath, too.”

“And you will take another,” she said. “Sit over there. Our guests don’t need to smell you.”

“Ms. Fitzpatrick didn’t accept anything from us. Apparently, they have similar rituals in Latvia, and many other countries. She also could understand what you said to the bear.” His Dad looked at him. A knowing look.

“Fitzpatrick?” They may never know this woman’s real name.

She smiled at him. That changed everything. She was very pretty when she smiled. “I really am Irish,” she said. “Your father was just as evasive as you were, but I was honest with him once he fessed up. My name is Sienna. This is Bridgitte.”

“How do you know what I said to the bear?” He tried not to sound threatening, but failed.

“My English is pretty good, even with your accent,” she said. “Oh wait, was that Iroquois? I guess it sounded all the same to the bear.”

He had offended her. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to be rude. Not many understand my abilities. Not even I. They just happen.”

“Then you should learn more about them. I may even be able to help you.” She smiled again. “I’ve been a speaker for some time. There are many of us throughout the world. It was through us that the monster knew of injustice.”

“Monster?”

“We do not call it a Wendigo. They have many names throughout the world, but they are demons. Do not think of them as some spiritual warriors of justice. They are evil. To be marked by one is to suffer a terrible fate.”

“A well deserved one,” he snapped.

She looked affronted again. She looked out the window at his truck. “Do you drive that?” she asked.

He knew where this was going. “Yes.”

She got up and sat next to him. “Chase,” she said, then gagged. “My God, I’m sorry. You really do smell bad.”

He thought she would get up and move back to the other side of the room. She just put her hand on his arm. He thought he would recoil, but she had a surprising feel to her. A pleasantness that came from deep within. “You have so much passion, but you are not the Monster. Let it do its job. Then let it go.”

“If I do that, my parents are dead.”

His Mom laughed. “No, Chase. We will be fine. We found the loudest of your critics and passed the letter to him.”

“The fat one who smoked the smelly cigars?” They laughed. Sienna did not. She got up and returned to her previous seat.

“I have seen the Monster now. When I first moved to Latvia after getting married, I heard of it. My first husband didn’t understand. He thought the stories were only legends. My second husband had never heard of them. Don’t smirk, his death was only yesterday. If you are smirking because I am only 28 and looking for my third husband, you should know I find your fish oil cologne quite appealing.”

Kelly roared, laughing. No one else did. She quieted quickly.

Sienna continued. “I believe I’ve ended up here for a reason. There are no places I know of that practice the ritual anymore. Except here. None of the Iroquois back East even practice it. Why here?”

No one said anything. She looked at each of them individually. The last one she looked at was his father.

“Then I must warn you. You will be exposed.”

“Do not threaten me, woman!” His father rose.

Chase rose as well. Oddly, he faced his father.

Sienna raised her hands as in surrender, “Please, you misunderstand me. It is not from me that this threat comes. It comes from within. It is the very nature of the magic itself. It is ancient, and evil. More importantly, it has failed. The very nature from whence it comes is being destroyed.” She reached up a hand to silence Chase. “It is being destroyed at a rate that can no longer be stopped. An alternative must be found. The Wendigo, the Monster, was never a successful deterrent. You don’t terrify people into good behavior, you cultivate it.”

She looked around. She had convinced no one.

“Then I better take my leave.” She got up. His mother held out her purse and coat.

“Nice try.”

The letter was sticking out slightly from one of the coat pockets. Sienna let everything fall to the floor, grabbed Bridgitte, and left.

———————-

“You said you gave it to the fat man!” He was pulling his hair. Kelly was doing the same.

“She didn’t know we hadn’t. How did she know?” His Mom was pulling her hair.

“Didn’t she follow you home?”

“No. She wasn’t at the hotel. She left us this note explaining who she was and why she couldn’t accept the letter.” His Dad wasn’t pulling his hair. He should have been.

Chase noticed the strange markings on the back of the note. He started trembling. “Dad?”

His Dad was now trembling too. He looked at the markings and turned ghostly white. “She has cursed us all.” He pulled out his golden flip lighter and tried to burn the letter as a demonstration. It wouldn’t burn.

“What is going on?” asked Kelly.

“You’ve been given a choice,” came the voice of the young girl, Bridgitte. They hadn’t left. “Your cult will stop, or it will be destroyed by the ancient evil it continues to summon.”

“Begone witch!” his Father threatened. He advanced towards her. Chase intervened and stepped between them. He didn’t know it at the time, but it was the most important step in his life, and the most frightening.

His father was a cold man. He never showed emotion. It was how the men from his tribe all acted. Chase was learning to do the same. It was difficult. “I’m sorry father. I can’t let you hurt her.”

His father did not speak, but his eyes were cold as the night. Chase knew he had hurt him. He was now a failure as a son. His father turned and walked away, refusing to even look at him.

Sienna touched his arm. “You are brave,” she said. “Please be calm. We must speak.”

His father and mother got up and left. Just like that. No one said a thing. He heard their car drive away. “How did you get here?” he asked Sienna. When he turned to look at her, he was captured by her eyes. They were silver. Not the greyish blue some women have, and not some shiny chrome like a synthetic in a video game, but silver. To look in her eyes was like looking at something pure, something free of the earth’s taint.

“Our car is outside. Please everyone, sit, we don’t have much time.”

Kelly was thinking. She looked at each of them, then turned and headed up the stairs to her room. As she did, she muttered, “Kanontsistóntie’s.”

Chase sat on the couch abandoned by his parents. They sat with him.

Bridgitte looked up at him. “Will you answer me now? Why are you called Chase?”

He looked at her for a long time. Who was she? His father had called her a witch and looked like he might attack her. That was ridiculous. She couldn’t be more than ten years old.

“My parents gave me the name Cha O Ha after I started spending time with the animals. It was the same name Crazy Horse had. I came up with Chase. It saves on explaining the meaning.”

“And your sister chooses Kelly to avoid explaining De o Ha Ko. It is understandable as they both are famous, although yours is not Iroquois.” Sienna touched his arm again. She liked doing that, and it felt pleasing. Usually he wouldn’t let someone touch him so often.

Kelly had returned, she sat next to Chase. “You would choose a different name as well if you were named after a plant,” she said. “It is a great honor, but try explaining that to a white family who just want to ride in a boat.”

Bridgitte kept staring at her. They looked awkward all sitting on the couch when there were plenty of comfortable chairs nearby. “Can they actually summon the Kanontsistóntie’s?” she asked. The legendary disembodied heads were not warriors, they were a terrifying premonition of death.

“No. They wouldn’t hurt you anyway, would they?” Kelly asked the girl with a look of disdain.

“No. You are not my enemy, Kelly. We are sisters, the three of us.” Sienna wrapped her arms around Bridgitte, as if to protect her.

Chase understood. On the surface, he was surrounded by corn, beans, and squash. The joke ended there. The three plants enhanced each other when grown together and came to be known as the “Spirit of the Iroquoi”. The three together on his couch meant he was in the presence of the most powerful force in his culture.

“So I’m surrounded by supper. Is that why you just let yourselves in?” Chase asked. “I imagine my parents were surprised when they walked in and you were just sitting there.”

Sienna gave him a look that was pure ice. “We were a distraction while you two tried to conceal your crime. With an unbearable stench, I might add.”

He noticed it was gone. They were all sitting on the same couch. That wouldn’t have been easy if he had reeked of the fish oil. One of them had simply made it vanish.

“Crime?”

Sienna answered, “Don’t you see how evil the Monster is? Would you summon it on yourselves? Incest is a crime against nature. Just as killing the bear is. Just as driving a truck that spews deadly toxins in the air is. We aren’t judging you, so why do you continue to judge others in the most vicious and brutal way possible? The Wendigo has nearly sapped your cult’s spirit. Don’t you see that? That has always been its purpose.”

“Nothing happened!” Kelly yelled. The three of them looked at each other, then gave a short laugh. Sienna touched his arm again.

“I think you understand, Chase. I want to thank you for standing up to your father. You are very brave.”

The touches were more than kindness. There was something more to them. He was really starting to notice her. Her face was beautiful. A mother’s face, but a MILF if there ever was one.

He forced himself to focus on the situation. He looked down at Bridgitte. “What is your story, Miss ten year old that acts like a wise old seer?”

“I’m just a child who watched her stepfather get ripped apart by a bear. That ages you, don’t you think?”

Ouch. That one hurt. Sienna admonished her with a squeeze of her shoulder. “Bridgitte can be precocious,” she said, “can’t we dear?”

The look said, “Reveal no more,” not, “Be nicer.” Chase let it go.

Kelly intervened. “We have to convince them to stop. I can’t lose my parents and friends.”

“We can, but they must ultimately make the choice. Bridgitte will explain. I have been absorbing someone’s fish oil and must shower before it starts to release. Chase, will you join me?”

The matter of fact way she stated it made him stutter. “You..you..”

She simply took his hand and walked him up the stairs.

—————

This was like Millisandre in Game of Thrones. A totally hot woman older than him was matter of factly seducing him. A woman who had powers. A woman who spoke of terrors in the night. A woman who had great boobs. If she broke out leeches, or asked him to give his seed to birth a shadow demon, he would have really been concerned. He was more worried that she was looking for a third husband.

She had removed her blouse and bra as if he wasn’t even in the room. Then she dropped her skirt and panties. As she reached up to put her hair in a scrunchy, he realized she did look like the actress that played Millissandre, Carice Van Hooten. Perhaps a bit younger, but certainly as shapely.

“Will you just stare or will you join me?” she asked, lowering herself in the water. It looked steaming.

He shrugged, and started taking off his clothes.

“Not exactly an eager response,” she said. “I’ll try not to be insulted. I do hope you know I brought you up here to finish what you and your sister started, and then some. It should feel a whole lot better with me.”

“Why is that?”

“Because of what we share. It makes our blood run hot. That is why this water isn’t scalding my skin.”

He stepped in. She was starting to grow on him. Maybe it was her voice, or maybe it was the warmth coming from her. He was starting to grow on her as well. “We haven’t ever done anything, like my sister said.”

“Have you done it with anyone?” She looked at him like Millissandre looked at fire.

“Sort of.”

She gave him an expression that was comical. “You will have to explain that to me. Slide in behind me, first. My shoulders and back could use a rub from those strong looking hands.”

He used the soap and started massaging her shoulders first. “This is actually what my sister and I were doing. She needed relaxation. It was her first ritual.”

“Were you as hard as you are now?”

He didn’t want to say that he had been harder, so he just mumbled, “sort of.”

She laughed. “That’s twice now. You are an amazing young man. You sort of get hard, and you sort of lose your virginity. What have you done that doesn’t need explanation?”

He didn’t trust this woman. What was she after? “You said you needed to talk with me. What about?”

She reached up and took hold of his hands. Then she turned to face him. Her breasts were just at the surface of the water, covered in streams of the soap he had been using. He was getting a little harder. She noticed. “Is your cock the only part of you that wants to play? I have given you no reason to mistrust me. I came here tonight to try and save your tribe.”

“By cursing them? How does that save them?”

She sighed, and turned again to lie back on him. “If you must talk, at least rub my shoulders better. I will teach you, if you allow it.”

“My sister enjoys it.”

“Your sister is more delicate. You and I are one with nature. More like animals. Our fur is thicker, if you will.”

“You like it rough.”

“Sort of.”

That made him snicker.

“Chase, please understand. You may think I am an old woman, but I am not much older than your sister. We can’t all be milk and honey looking. She is a beautiful woman.”

“That is what you wanted to say?”

“You are being impetuous. No, that isn’t. I am just trying to explain that I am almost as new at this as she is. Last night was her first ritual. I have never seen one.”

“Then how did you summon the most powerful letter of all?”

“I didn’t. That is what I need to tell you. Your cult did.”

“That is a lie.”

“I’m sorry Chase, it is true. Only the inner circle knew. What do you know of how your cult ended up here?”

“I’ll not say.”

She reached back and flicked the tip of his cock. “Enough of the petulant teenager!” she said. “I’ll tell you then, although it may differ from the lies you have heard.”

“Who’s to say you aren’t lying?”

“Fine, now I will reveal one of the reasons we are in this tub together. I want to fuck you. I will fuck you. You want to fuck me, but you dont trust me. Yet you will fuck me. Your cock has already decided.”

“That makes no sense.”

“No? You are hard as a rock now. The whole time you’ve acted like a kid, your cock has been getting harder and harder. It might be the only part of you that has any sense.” She turned towards him again. She grabbed and slowly started stroking his cock. Then she started rubbing it on her pussy. Working it around, she kept rotating. I would like to put you in me, and have you shut up for five minutes so I can finish explaining what is going on. Deal?”

“You have a strange sense of foreplay.”

“At least I have one.”

She put the tip just inside. “Deal.” He said. She was right. There was a connection between them. A warmth and excitement. He had lied. He had actually been with a number of women. None had ever made him feel like this.

She started working him in slowly. “I’ll talk while I can,” she said. “This feels really good. Your ancestors fled here after they conjured the most powerful letter on a settlement back East. They were nearly destroyed. They didn’t get tricked, they just didn’t understand evil. Nature is not evil, but the Monster is. It is Chaos. It is Terror. It cannot be controlled forever. When the night arrived for it to devour the settlement, it devoured everything in its path. Most of your tribe were killed. If we do not stop this, it will happen again. They may be completely wiped out, yourself included.”

She was telling the truth. He could sense it. She was also making him feel really good. She was working up and down steadily.

“It can’t be stopped, as far as I know.” He slid down a bit so he could arch deeper inside her.

“If that were the case, the demon centuries ago would have just kept going. It can’t be killed. Once summoned, a demon can only be banished. This one will not be easy.” She was starting to sound more breathless, and was trembling as she spoke. Her large breasts were slapping against the water as she bounced.

The feeling in his cock was intense. The warmth was spreading throughout his body. He reached up and started squeezing her breasts. They were soft and were making him get very close. “Who can banish it?” he asked. He also was nearly breathless.

“An extremely powerful Shaman. Or a Witcher.” She was nearly speaking to the ceiling. She had her head tossed back and was beginning to moan.

He was getting extremely aroused. None of the characters in Game of Thrones wanted to fuck Millissandre except the old guy Stannis. The young guys didn’t know what they were missing.

Wait, if she knew an actual witcher, he might meet someone that looked like the actress Anya Chalotra. That would be even more intense. “A Witcher?” He asked. “Like Geralt of Rivia?”

Maybe Henry Cavell was a turn on for her. She sounded like she was about to cum. “Who the hell is Geralt of Rivia?” She nearly screamed the last part. She had reached underneath him and was pulling him in tightly. She started grinding her pelvis against him as she came.

He couldn’t hold off. Arching deep inside her, his cock erupted in a mind crunching blast of cum. She kept grinding and pulling him in. He exploded again. She was locking him in tightly. Her legs were powerful.

That is when he saw the beast in her. She looked down and their eyes locked together. He felt the beast in him. It had already been released, which is why the orgasm felt so good. Now it was as if they were one, and the orgasm reached new heights. She started writhing from her belly to her chest. He squeezed her breasts hard and shot the most intense blast yet. They kept going as if it would not stop. His cock kept blasting while her moans filled the room.

They finally started to slow. She growled. It was cute in her feminine voice, but savage all the same. He let go of her breasts. He thought she would collapse on top of him, but she kept pulling him in. “Stay hard if you can. We aren’t done.”

He didn’t have a problem at all. His cock refused to go down. Once he had his breath back, he asked, “What do you mean by a Witcher?”

“They have a video game here about one. Bridgitte plays it.”

He laughed, thrusting his cock deep in her again. “That would be Geralt of Rivia. You let her play that?”

“Why not? Because it shows boobs? We aren’t as prude as you Americans where I am from.”

“The game is extremely violent as well, however.” He adjusted himself inside her. She had started working up and down again. He noticed a few strands of his load on the water’s surface. She saw it as well.

“It’s just cum. Probably more of mine than yours. As for Bridgitte, she loves the costumes. Apparently you can use a variety of different outfits. They are more animal furs than anything. And she loves some witch named Phillipa. Says she can turn into an owl.”

He laughed again. This time he went in and out a bit and continued to do so. She stopped him with a gentle hand on his chest. “Let me set the pace.” She did. It felt wonderful.

“So Geralt of Rivia, are there real people like him?” he asked.

“No. He was created, according to Bridgitte. Real Witchers are born with their abilities. I’m not sure I should even use that term anymore. The game has become very popular, yet the two are very different.”

“What do real Witchers do?”

“Kill Monsters.”

He laughed hard, pushing himself very deep inside her. She gave a slight moan. “That is what the guy does in the video game too. In fact, that line is used in a number of videos to describe him.”

“He uses swords. We need magic. White magic. A Shaman can do it as well.” She was starting to rock back and forth. After his cock was driven deep into her, she didn’t let it go. “Love me, Chase. Love me now.”

That was just the way Yennifer said it for round two at Aretuza in the Witcher novels. It turned him on incredibly. The animal returned. Neither of them spoke. She writhed and rocked and grinded. He thrust up with each if her grinds. It wasn’t about achieving climax, it was about the magic they were feeling. They could go on forever. Yet, this was not like an animal. Only a human could feel pleasure like this.

She reached back and hit the drain. As the water drained, he could feel more of her warmth. She lay atop him, her large breasts pressing into his chest. Taking him by the hair, she started kissing him deeply. He reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling himself deeper and deeper inside her.

She jerked back and moaned so loud it sounded like screaming. He wasn’t going to last. Without the water in the tub he could see all of her on top of him. She had removed her panties facing away from him. Her bush was red! It was insane. He started to cum. She had already begun. When he started thrusting into her and shot cum, her pussy grabbed hold and squeezed for more. She was in a wild dance with her upper body, her breasts bouncing faster and faster.

She finally pressed down with her body so hard he felt his tailbone jam into the porcelain floor of the tub. The pain was meaningless. He was blasting a huge load of cum into her when it happened. She completely stopped breathing, and literally shook the tub with the trembling of her hips. She had her arm wrapped around his head and neck and kept going. Her hips were quivering and almost spinning.

“Fuck!” she yelled and started to breath. She started moving up and down slightly, then slowed to a halt. He held her ass tight. He had never been so hard in his life. What just happened between them didn’t seem possible.

He would never be able to watch Game of Thrones the same way again.

——————-

Kelly acted like nothing had happened. She had to have heard them. Perhaps she was just glad he was focusing on someone else. Bridgitte was asleep on her shoulder.

“She tells me she is a real Witcher,” smirked Kelly, “but not like Geralt or Ciri, like Yennifer.”

“She uses magic?” asked Chase.

Sienna sat next to her and took her in her lap. “No, she is far too young. She may actually never come to know its power.”

Chase and Kelly looked at her with the same question on their minds.

‘You two have been sheltered,” she said, “from the changes happening in the world. Magic is fading. The myths and monsters of the past are just legends now. Only pockets remain, like the one here. The Wendigo you saw summoned was small and weak compared to those in ancient times. They used to be over three stories tall.”

Chase was impressed. “How do you know all this?” he asked. “You said you are new to this.”

She smiled. “The library. I have a photographic memory and get bored easily. I started with Dickens.”

“Who’s he?” Chase asked. She rolled her eyes. “I’m joking. Let’s get to the part where we stop this thing from killing my parents.”

“It is not just your parents, it is everyone here, including you.” She was serious.

He hesitated. “Aren’t I too young?”

“You haven’t been listening. The Monster is evil. It will turn to chaos. Every man, woman and child in its path will die.”

“But that doesn’t happen,” said Kelly. “It just kills it’s target then disappears.”

“It used to. It still does for the single targets, most of the time. A few times it broke through the magic. The forces of evil should never have been used as a punishment. That is why your tribe must stop. You are the last of your kind. Everyone else has moved on.”

“If Bridgitte is too young, then how do we stop it? Do you know a Shaman?” Chase looked desperate.

She touched his arm again. He really was starting to like it. “Try to relax, both of you. We still have two days. My father’s flight still has eight hours left.”

They both looked at her. She just smiled and stroked Bridgitte’s hair. “Where do you think she got it from?”

——————–

The house was surrounded. It looked like the angry mob from the Frankenstein movies. Chase had been woken by a brick thrown by his Father through his own house’s window. “Bring the witches out now, Chase. Don’t disrespect me a second time.”

“Chase, no!” He pulled from Kelly’s grasp and walked out the door. He immediately was mobbed.

“Bring him to me,” said the voice of the elder. He wasn’t a white haired old man, he was a fat, unkempt drunk who Chase felt brought shame to the whole tribe.

Chase struggled free, giving as good as he got. “You don’t need a mob, Elder, I will come.”

The Elder signaled to another tribesman and Chase was shot in the leg. He buckled.

“Kelly, let the older witch know that she has 30 seconds to come out or the next bullet hits his spine.” It was his Father speaking. His own Father!

Sienna was out the door. Bridgitte was with her. “This is all very dramatic, she said, but unnecessary. I am not the threat you have made me out to be.”

“Then explain this.” His father held up the powerful letter. A stir rose in the crowd.

“Will you murder me and my child? Will you cripple your own son? What will that do to stop your own destruction? Take a close look at that note. Does that parchment look familiar? Where is the letter that was intended for me?”

“I have it.” Chase’s mother touched her son’s head. He was in pain, but she showed no remorse for what had happened to him. “Would you like it?”

“Yes, actually.” The crowd gasped. Kelly had emerged, and rushed to Chase’s side. She looked with disbelief at Sienna.

Chase’s mother gave her the letter, with a smile. Sienna then reached towards his Father. “May I have that one too?”

Chase cried, “No Sienna. Do not die for our foolish ways. Let the Monster devour us.”

His Father cuffed him hard, then handed the letter to Sienna. “You are a foolish witch. Take this boy and leave our reservation. He is no son of mine.”

“No, he will remain and die like the rest of you. Your tribe’s screams will mark the end of this Monster and its evil.” She was terrifying looking. Chase was feeling her rage within himself. Despite the pain, he stood up.