VENTI: The Witch's Sunflower - Prologue (Patreon)

Hi! Here's our next release for MILF May; a little vignette featuring Ruth Bellflower and her new apprentice. On an alternate stage, Ruth spends her days as a witch in a place known as the Bellflower House. What does she get up to? Let's find out...!

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Aubin looked at the comfortable-looking cottage, still playing his trusty lute. The young man didn’t see much of a choice when he accepted the job offer. He was a bard in training, and he dressed the part in his festive yellow vest and floppy hat over his short brown hair. While talented at his craft, he didn’t have the notoriety to make a living on that alone. With the money being tight, he didn’t have the time to work on his bardic magic either.

Many people knew about the Bellflower house. It was home to the local witch, which explained why it was such a fair distance away from the nearest village. People didn’t tend to trust witches or their powers, so they tended to live out of the way.

The gray-haired witch herself was in her yard to meet him. Ruth had left her want-ad on the bounty board looking for an apprentice, and Aubin was hoping to find both money and practice in the mystic arts in his new position.

Despite her obvious age, Ruth Bellflower was an attractively shapely woman. She wore a purple-blue dress with a wide-brimmed witch’s hat lined with some ribbon and a few matching flowers. She leaned over her fence, leaving her big, soft breasts to hang over the border of her home. Her braided hair hung over her shoulder, resting on her lightly freckled chest.

“What a lovely tune,” Ruth praised as she smiled at her guest.

“Thank you, miss. I’m here for the job.” Aubin couldn’t help but stare at the lovely woman that everyone called a witch.

“I imagined so when I heard you coming.”

The witch stood back upright and waved him towards her house.

“Come inside then. I can show you around and give you all the details.”

The inside of her house was just as comfy and tastefully decorated. Well-made wooden furniture was largely covered by thick cushions while many tables held bowls of herbs and berries beside bottles of all shapes, makes and sizes. Hanging or potted plants were here and there, providing the source for some of her materials within arm’s reach.

“Now I wanted to be clear that while you’ll be a witch’s apprentice, it won’t all be magic and potions. You’ll also serve as my servant, delivery boy, and if it comes down to it, my bodyguard.”

Ruth chuckled and waved an assuring hand. “Believe me, though. For all the talk, not many people go bothering a witch. I’d really just rather not do all this walking at my age. More important than all that, I could really just use some company.”

She gestured to the cozy house as Aubin went between admiring it and her.

“It’s a cozy place, but that just makes me want to share it more and more. But by the look of you, you seem more than fit for the job.”

“I won’t disappoint you, ma’am,” Aubin insisted readily. Ruth giggled and smiled at him.

“I’m glad to hear it. Because there’s nothing that leads to disaster quicker than failing to listen to a witch~!”

Ruth turned away from him, giving him a view of the open back of her robe and her curvy behind. She swung her hips as she stepped away, bumping into the table next to her and knocking a blue potion bottle onto the floor.

“Now be a dear and mop that up, would you?” she asked in a charming but impish voice.

While Aubin found the mop and got to work, Ruth poured herself some tea from a wood burning stove. She seemed to ignore him as she looked out the window at the sunny day, sipping her tea as Aubin kept sneaking glances at her unsuspecting figure. Apart from some extra lines or mild wrinkles, Ruth was absolutely stunning from behind. Her tanned skin, thick hips, slim waist, and breasts he could see while standing behind her kept it hard to keep his eyes off her and on his work. He shook his head as he kept cleaning the colorful mess, wondering what he’d got himself into.

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By the time Aubin had finished cleaning up, Ruth was watching the sun starting to set. She set her teacup back down on the table and turned to her new apprentice.

“It looks like it’s time for my bath. Would you be a dear and prepare it for me?”

“Er… yes, ma’m. Where’s the…?”

Ruth pointed calmly towards one of the doors. Aubin entered it and breathed a sigh as he pumped the water into her tub and started the small heater beneath it. By the time he was about ready to call her in, Ruth entered the room completely naked. The shameless witch wore nothing but her smile as she rested a hand on her tanned and curvy hip.

“Were you ready for me yet?” she asked patiently. Aubin nodded and stepped aside to let her slip into the bath.

With Ruth’s prompting, the bard sat beside the tub on a low stool. He scrubbed down her back and arms for her as she soaked comfortably, glad to have the tub between them to hide his erection. It didn’t seem to help for long.

“I’m sure you had a long journey to get here,” Ruth reminded him. “Why not join me in the tub?”

Aubin held his breath for a moment but he remembered what she’d said about disappointing a witch. He decided to go with the safer of his urges and started to remove his shirt. Ruth watched him with interest, leaning her arms over the edge of the tub rather than trying to stop him. Under her watchful eye, Aubin finally stripped down and joined her in the tub. He sat between her legs 

with his back to her as Ruth took the soap and started to rub down his chest.

“No point in cleaning up my messes if you’re just as dirty yourself,” Ruth chuckled in his ear. Aubin started to lean back and let her work, tensely watching as her hands roamed down his body. The warm and soaped up hand ended up softly wrapping around his cock, soaping it off as it peaked above the surface of the water.

“You really are such a dirty boy, aren’t you?” she asked him softly. The moaning bard laid back against her wet and pillowy chest.

“I hope you didn’t think you were being sneaky by peeking at me back there,” Ruth cooed as she tugged his cock. Aubin felt like he was melting in her grasp, his heavy breathing mixing with the sound of her stroking hand splashing against the water.

“Doesn’t that feel nice? Much better than hiding it from me, right?”

Aubin just nodded as he leaned his head on her shoulder. Ruth took it as an invitation to press her lips to his, capturing his moans within her mouth as she kissed and jerked him off. The young bard gasped softly as his nervous erection finally relaxed and shot his load across her fingers. His creamy load vanished into the soap and Ruth gently dipped her hand into the water to clean it off.

“I thought you’d enjoy that,” she mused as she gently lifted him from her lap. With a few last scrubs she stepped back out of the bath, taking a towel from the nearby rack and wrapping it around herself.

“Take your time in cleaning yourself up,” Ruth advised him as she held the towel onto her chest. “I’ll be waiting in my bedroom when you’re done. Next door down the hall.”

Ruth winked to him and stepped out the door without another word, her thick ass shaking out from the cracks in the towel’s veil.

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Aubin couldn’t follow fast enough. He scrubbed himself down quickly and hurried after her, finding Ruth laying on her bed in some silky white lingerie. She was already watching the door, waiting for him as she crooked a finger to invite him over. Aubin quickly abandoned his own towel as he joined her, kissing the lovely witch once again. She cupped his cheek to hold him in their embrace as she grabbed and lightly tossed him onto the bed. She immediately mounted him, letting her huge breasts press into his chest as she kissed him more passionately.

Aubin did his best to kiss her back, but it was clear that she was still in charge. Ruth’s snug-fitting panties ground against his erection, nestling it against her pussy through its thin veil. That soon proved to not be enough for her as she peeled the crotch of her panties aside, sliding him smoothly inside her wet and bath-warmed pussy.

It was the witch’s turn to moan along with him as she rode his cock, arching her back to sit upright on his lap. Aubin groped and rubbed her breasts as he helped hold her steady. He eagerly started to peel off the top half of her lingerie, exposing her breasts to bounce around untamed as the witch rode him cowgirl style. Her pale hair danced around on her shoulders as she panted and gasped, her smile lighting up from her usual bemused grin.

“That’s it! That’s my good loyal apprentice!” she purred heartily. 

Ruth shut her eyes and sighed as the bard came inside her mature pussy and her hands squeezed the pillows beside his head. With a knowing gleam to her eyes, she slid off of Aubin and turned herself around. She braced herself on all fours, sliding her panties down her curvy hips to offer him her still needy pussy.

Aubin had only just orgasmed, but he couldn’t help but pounce on Ruth at her offer. He humped her cushy ass eagerly as she moaned and grunted in response. The bard guided his thrusts based on the volume and intensity of her moans until he was ramming against the witch’s clit. Her voice finally broke into a high and musical cry of delight as she arched her back, dragging her breasts across the bed sheets as the two of them shared orgasms that mixed their pleasure inside her.

“Mmm, I knew I’d made the right choice with you,” Ruth sighed as Aubin finally pulled out of her. She curled up next to him, running her fingers through his hair affectionately.

“That was incredible,” Aubin panted.

“Consider it a little extra lesson,” Ruth chuckled at the witless young apprentice. “You can sleep here for the night. I’ll ready your room tomorrow when I give you a proper tour of the place.”

She looked thoughtful for a moment as he started dozing off. “You know, as my apprentice, you’d also be in position to inherit my little setup here. My children didn’t want anything to do with my practice, so the potions, the cottage… it would all be yours when I retire, if you wanted it.”

“I’ll uh… sleep on it,” the weary bard decided. “But I’ll do my best.”

Ruth chuckled once more and kissed him goodnight.

“Sleep tight then, dear.”

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When Aubin woke up, Ruth was already out of bed. She called for him sweetly from the kitchen so he hurried to get dressed. He came back down in his usual bardic attire as she passed him a slip of paper.

“There you are, sleepyhead. Come now. We’re fresh out of food and I’m fixing brunch. Would you mind getting the groceries?”

Aubin nodded as he took his list of orders from her. “Of course. I’ll be right back with your things.”

Ruth kissed him on the cheek and smiled.

“Know you will. Be safe, dear.”

Aubin smiled back and hurried out the door, ready to start the next chapter of his life.