Atreus stepped outside and closed the door behind him. He didn’t get it, but he wasn’t surprised. Grown ups always seemed to want to be alone. And his father never seemed to want him around. He liked the witch though, so he was disappointed when she agreed with his father’s blunt suggestion to wait out here in the garden.
He kicked a pebble as it wandered the beautiful grounds, looking around at the exotic plants and the trees enclosing the area. It was an incredible place. He could feel the magic in the air. His aimless stroll brought him to the window, sneaking up to peer back inside the house. He saw the tall raven haired woman with his father. They appeared to be talking. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, they were whispering. His dad was an inch taller than her. He could tell because they were standing very closer together. He looked mad. But then he always looks like that. The boy couldn’t see the woman’s face, but could hear her breathing. It sounded like she was coughing?
The rumbling from the giant turtle that hid the house snapped Atreus’s attention away from the adults. He left his peeking spot and ran up to the massive head of the creature to say hello again. His father will call him back when they are ready to leave, once he’d finished talking to the witch he assumed.
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It turned out Kratos and the witch didn’t have much to talk about. The woman wanted to express her thanks and so offered to give the two of them a mark that will hide them from “those who would make their journey difficult”. But she also made another offer, specifically for Kratos alone. He was able to gleam what she was offering without going into details in front of the boy. Normally he wouldn’t refused the offer, but he decided he could use the opportunity to relieve some stress. He ordered Atreus to wait outside and not to return until he called. The boy wasn’t happy but he followed his direction. That left the former God of War alone with the Witch of the Woods so she could express her thanks for his help with the boar.
They wasted no time getting to it. They didn’t waste time with foreplay either as Kratos backed the woman into a wooden pillar and removed her pants. She effortlessly unhooked the straps of his belt and within moments they were standing close enough to feel the other’s breath. They didn’t vocalize terms or details, the eyes conveying enough for them to understand. This was a practical, primal thing. There would be no need for words, or intimacy. So there was no need to speak as the witch pulled out Kratos’s penis, as he lifted her leg over his hip and thrust his manhood into her woman hood. She gasped from the intrusion, realizing it had been a while since she did this. He grunted. He couldn’t say the same. Their eyes met and without a word they began.
Having sex standing up wasn’t the most comfortable. Having sex in silence was even more uncomfortable. But neither of them wanted to draw the boys attention from outside. The restricted their noise to heavy breathing and stifled moans and grunts. Kratos was not gentle as he took hold of the witch’s hips and thrust into her. She clung to the support beam behind her, feeling it bend from the force an inch or two. One of her arms instinctively went to hook around his broad neck, but the man slapped it away immediately. No intimacy. She was fine with that, arching her spine rocking against him. She kept her gaze on him as she subtly bit her bottom lip. She’d heard the stories about the ghost of Sparta but she assumed the tales of his sexual prowess were exaggerated.
She came to think otherwise when he paused to yank her over to a nearby table, throwing her over it presenting her ass to him. She offered minimal resistance as he took her hips and entered her from behind, grunting as he cock penetrated her sex and began fucking her roughly. She made no remarks, didn’t ask of this was how he treated all his women. She’d been treated worse and right now was just happy to be getting some. She dug her nails into the wood and braced her body, riding the cock as it thrust into her good and hard. She pushed back to get more leverage, looking over her shoulder at him to see his stern expression, lost in concentration. She felt his hands drift over her body, up her back to her shoulders, taking hold to pound her even harder. She moaned softly, getting her first orgasm in a long time. It felt good to feel satisfied. But she didn’t want it to be over.
Luckily for her, it wasn’t. He adjusted his grip and kept going, rocking his hips against her. She felt his balls slap her ass through the fabric, heavy and strong. She slipped a hand under her body to trace a rune along her abdomen, muttering a spell to prevent pregnancy. That was the last complication she needed. The man pushed her down against the table, his palm on her back fucking her from above. She moaned and he grunted, but it wasn’t a comfortable position.
So they changed. He grabbed her arm and flipped her over, throwing her onto her back so he could access her cunt better. She looked up at him silently as he took hold of her legs, aligning his cock and shoving himself back in. She grabbed his waist and pulled him deeper, arching her back seeking more. His hands reached down to grope her body, palming her breasts briefly before one hand clamped around her throat, the other on her hips. She felt his squeeze but not enough to choke her. Just enough to pin her down so he could pound her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling his close, keeping him deep enough to make her body buzz with anticipation. She climaxed for the second time and it felt better than the first.
Kratos had yet to satisfy himself. The witch looked up at him and got the sense he was holding back. He was rough with her, fucking her hard, but he wasn’t putting his all into it. She waited until her orgasm passed before pulling her legs up, using her feet to push him out of her and onto the floor. He grunted as he landed, a glare shooting up at her as she climbed off the table. She held his gaze, stalking forward to crouch over him stroking his cock slowly. She was meant to be thanking him. She can’t do that unless he was satisfied with this arrangement. She removed much of her clothing, stripping down to a few strips of fabric, her breasts and pussy on display, before lowering down onto his lap, slipping his penis back into her womanhood. Kratos watched her as she began to bounce and rock, her pussy WIP swallowing his cock massaging it slowly. She presented her chest to him, swaying gently making her breasts bounce. She wanted to make it hard for him to hold back. She felt the blood rush to his groin, his cock stiffening inside her. It worked.
His hands found her breasts, massaging them roughly before moving to her hips. She sighed, her palms against his toned abs as she bounced on his lap. He felt good inside her. He’d feel better if he let out all the tension he was carrying in those large balls he had. She worked him over, encouraging him to release his stress. But he didn’t, continuing to hove her hips as she rode him.
She suddenly remembered why he and his son were out here. An idea formed. She removed his hands and turned around, facing away from him. She put his cock back in and continued to rock, her knees up with her feet planted either side. Her plan proved correct as his hands returned, taking hold of her thrusting up into her cunt. She moaned as he increased his pace, pounding her more heavily. Her back curved backwards enjoying her, her hands slipping from underneath her as his arms wrapped around to squeeze her breasts. She heard a faint moan from the man, a hint of pleasure as he fucked her body into another orgasm. This time she didn’t cum alone as he finally burst his nut inside her pussy. They both sighed in relief, the witch collapsing against his heaving chest.
They lay there for only a moment, catching their breath from the exercise. When the moment passed the woman climbed off of Kratos’s chest, casting only a single glance at him as he stared silently up at the ceiling. She didn’t talk about it. Didn’t address how she knew he was thinking of someone else as he had sex with her. That’s why she turned away, so he wouldn’t have to look at her face. So he could picture someone else’s. She didn’t mind, or care. She paid her thanks, that was enough. The go to their feet and put their clothes back on. Kratos waited until they were dressed before calling Atreus back into the house. The boy arrived and found nothing amiss. The witch pointed them on their path and bid them farewell, promising the boy he could visit as often as he’d like. She gave Kratos a simple nod, which he returned as they left to continue their journey.
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