Hazel f/mc Spicy (Patreon)

I woke to a crash. At first, I assumed the wisps were at it again. They had been fighting with each other lately and had been knocking over the fence and ceramic pots outside during their scuffles. But, when it sounded again, I realized it was not only coming from inside the house, but was accompanied by muffled little sounds of irritated distress.  Getting out of bed, I went to investigate, blasted back into my room the second I opened the door. A wave of heat engulfed me. Humid and oppressive. Instead of the air smelling of smoke it smelled of fresh bread and basil.

“Oh,” the little squeak came. “Stop it. This is absolutely not what we spoke of.”

I frowned, squinting through the heat soaked haze, only to find Hazel standing in the kitchen, her skirts hiked up and her corset and blouse discarded. She stood in a small scrap of fabric, tied around her breasts, her hair high off her neck as a sheen of sweat coated her skin.

“Hazel?” I asked.

Turning, she looked at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “The wisps have broken the temperature regulators,” she said. “And try as I might, they are refusing to put it back or even try to fix it.”

Several wisps flitted around the top of the room, circling up above in the vines, cackling.  I could already feel the sweat soak my shirt.  There was only one small window that was in the kitchen. The only way to let in a nice breeze from outside.  It was doing nothing to battle the heat.

“What do they want?” I asked. Because wisps always wanted something.

“To be obstinate.” Hazel was glaring up at one wisp in particular.  It was unlike her to become irritated, though I supposed anyone would in this heat.

Walking towards her, I looked around. Bags of flour and sugar were out on the counter, along with some cracked eggs. “Are you baking?”

She looked at me. “I didn’t know what else to do!” she cried. “I just wanted to make such an irritating situation into something good.”

I rolled my lips into my mouth, trying not to smile. Even during this, she was trying to make the best of it all.  “Okay,” I stated slowly. “But do you really think pumpkin bread is the way to go when trying to battle a magical heat?”

“I am hoping if I feed them, they will calm down and listen. No one is at their best when they are hangry.”

I felt the laughter bubble in my chest. The idea itself was so ridiculous that it just may have worked.  “Alright,” I told her, tucking up my own skirts, “how can I help?”

“Mix that batter. I’m going to make a sugar icing.”

I went over to the large mixing bowl, picking it up and trying to get the thick batter inside to incorporate together. Looking at Hazel out the corner of my eye, I watched as she poured powdered sugar into a bowl, shaking the bag and being engulfed in a cloud of white smoke when it all dropped in at once.  The sugar granules stuck to her sweaty skin, coating her in a fine layer of sticky sweetness that suddenly had my mouth watering. I watched as she wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, her chest rising and falling in the heat.  My mouth watered. Suddenly, the batter didn’t seem all that important. Getting my hands on her and licking the sugar from her breasts felt far more urgent than pumpkin bread.

Dropping the bowl on the counter, I went towards her, wrapping my arms around her from behind. She startled but then leaned back into me, tipping her head so she could look over her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” she asked concerned. “Did the wisps bite you again?”

“No,” I said with a slow shake of my head. My hand began to trail downwards, over the swell of her breast, the curve of her belly, and down to the meat of her thigh. Hazel’s breath hitched at the feel as she widened her legs, my fingers gathering fists fulls of fabric as I pulled her skirt up even more.

“I’m supposed to be baking,” she panted.

“You look delicious.”

I could feel her body shudder, her eyes tipping downwards in embarrassment. It didn’t matter if I complimented her every day for the rest of her life. I didn’t think she’d ever get used to such attention and Ioved seeing the peach tinge to her cheeks each time a blush washed over her body.

Slipping my hand between her legs, I felt the perspiration that gathered between her thighs. As my fingers walked upwards, I felt the damp curls and the puffy slick of her lips.  I looked at her in surprise.

“It’s hot,” she protested.

“Then we better get the rest of this off.”

She twisted in my arms, her eyes black and hungry.  “You first.” She shimmied my skirts down my thighs, pushing me until my back was hitting the counter.  I hopped up as she nudged me, while also reaching for her bands. Her breast bounced full and free, her dark nipples turned upwards. My hand slipped through the spilled sugar on the counter and as I widened my legs, I reached out to knead her breast, tweaking each nipple and watching them turn puffy and raw. Hazel groaned wantonly at me, spreading my thighs and dragging her thumb across my clit.

Leaning down, I licked at her skin, laving at her chest and capturing one pert nipple between my teeth. She tasted of soft spun sugar and fresh herbs. The taste made my mouth water as I ached for more.

Pushing me back she bent a little, pulling me to the edge of the counter. Without preamble, she buried her head between my thighs, licking my slit and moaning loudly within the folds of my pussy. I tipped my head back, trying to gain purchase on the counter as she dove in like a woman starving.  I felt her gather some of the spilled sugar on her fingers, coating me in it before diving back in and licking me clean.

“Hazel,” I moaned.

She looked up at me, lips wet with both my juices and confections. Her tongue darted out for more of the taste, a filthy sound escaping her.  “Get down here.”

I hopped off the counter, following her down to the floor as she hiked up her own skirt and dragged me across her lap. I felt the heat pool deep in my belly as I spied the swollen bud she kept hidden away.  Locking my hips against hers, I began grinding down, dragging myself across her and watching as she squirmed beneath me.  Hazel was vocal during sex. Her cries echoing through the kitchen as she lost herself in ecstasy. I watched the way she writhed, her breasts bouncing with each move as she gripped my hips tight, bringing me down harder and harder against her.

I felt my own pleasure building. Our bodies gliding together with the heat of the kitchen, our thighs coated with our abandoned attempt at baking.

“Kiss me,” she whimpered.

I leaned down, locking my lips with hers, feeling the way she began to lick lewdly against the roof of my mouth, her tongue battling with my own.  She began gasping into my kiss. Short little stuttered gasps that reached higher and higher as her hips hiccuped against me. I could feel my clit rub against her own. Her heavy and swollen cunt dripping as her knees came up to bracket me and lock my weight against her.  She came with a shout, her body arching off the floor and the wisps up above bursting into light before raining down on us like absent stars. I followed soon after, clutching her close as I felt my core tighten and my body quiver. My orgasm rocked through me, seizing me in its grip as I spiraled higher and higher before free-falling off the precipice of an unknown cliff. I screamed into Hazels neck, my hips bucking helplessly against hers as I continue to cum.

Afterward, when I could breathe again, she held me. Her fingers petted down the knobs of my spine as she hummed magic through the air, wrapping the two of us in a rocking comfort. Something soothing ran across me and she murmured incantations against my skin and for a while, I let myself float in her embrace, safe and warm as the heat lulled us halfway to sleep.

I lifted myself slightly off of her before I could completely pass out, looking down to see her brown skin marred with sugar and flour. I laughed a bit, knowing I was in much a similar situation. “We are a mess.”

“I like you messy,” she grinned.

The oven beeped at us loudly and Hazel’s eyes went wide. “Oh! The croissants are ready.”

“You made croissants?” I asked as she rolled from beneath me. Naked, she padded over to the oven, opening it up and taking out a tray of flaky and buttery looking rolls.

“I did. I was going to make several things. I didn’t know what the wisps would like best.” My juices mingled with her own, shining on the insides of her thighs.  She stood before me with her baked goods, naked and bitten raw with passion.  Yet her smile was the sweetest thing I think I had ever tasted.

“You’re perfect,” I told her.

She bit her lips, ducking her head a little in a blush. “So are you,” she whispered. “I think you might be the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Standing, I came over, making sure not to touch the hot tray. I captured her lips in mine once more, this time, slowly kissing her.  When I pulled away, I watched her eyes flutter as she took in a deep sigh.

“Would you like to bake naked with me today?” she asked.

I laughed lowly, running my fingers down her side. “I would love nothing more.”