My Warlock savior

Moving On (E)

(NSFW had sex scene warning)

We had to leave town, there was no saying if the puritans were hunting us down, or how close another threat may be. Clearly the laying low and running a humble business was just not good enough. Though it had occurred to me in our travels. Maybe there were others. Maybe I would be able to find a coven to take us in, help protect us, but where?

We traveled long and wide, we avoided using any roads and survived off the land. It was easy enough. Many times I had stopped to consider just building another modest cabin for us. In the middle of nowhere, but I was afraid they would find us. We pushed on, he would hold my hand sometimes. Honestly, being in the wilderness, didn't dampen our sex either. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. Against the tree, in the grass, under some berry bushes one time. I truly didn't mind our new life of travel, he made the best of it.

About a year had passed of this.

Speaking of against a tree, He had become rather frisky on our travels, even though I had pleasured him just that morning. Either way, my pants were around my ankles, his weren't on at all, and I was balls deep, with an added finger or two. I teased him, he smiled and moaned, his head lulling back against the soft bark of the tree. I lifted him up to the tip, letting go of him to allow gravity to do its part of the deed. He let out a yelp, but just then I heard a shift of sounds.

"Went that-away!" I moved my hand over his mouth, my urgency told him I wasn't joking. My little warlock was on top of more than just me, but also the situation. He held up his hands doing a gesture of a mild camouflage spell. I love him so much, always a step ahead. I leaned my head closer to the conversation a few rows of trees away.

"Couldn't have gotten far, them witches!" Another voice dripped with an uneducated slur. I was immediately positive that they couldn't have been talking about Circe or myself. We hadn't seen a soul for the last few weeks. And that meant, more of our kind were near.

I peeked out, with Circe's spell, it was unlikely they would see me. They had a similar dress pattern to the puritans, likely they were along the same traditions, but I wondered how likely it was the same group? They always seemed to find a way back into our lives. They ran off in a direction, I whispered another spell, blowing into the wind to follow them.

"They are gone..." I gestured, removing my hand from his mouth. His face read moderately worried, almost as if we both forgot that there was a 9 inch dick inside him. "It will be okay. They aren't after us..." It may have been an accident, but he squeezed tightly, my dick throbbing, and all my sexual tension rose back to the top. I lifted him, his face twisting back into a gasp.

"Now, where we were?" I smiled deviously as I let his body slide down with gravity.

"Don't hold back." And with that, I resumed pounding my man, until he became cream filled.

We had allowed the sun to set fully before tracking down the hunters. Most of that hour was Circe cleaning out. I helped of course, but made us both sticky in the process, because I have no self control now. I activated my tracking spell following a faint glow of purple. I stayed close, ready to cup my hand around the floating flame at any given moment. They made some distance before the flame sputtered out. I sighed, looking into the dark forest, but could see nothing more than the moon above. I snapped my fingers, a small flame on my finger tip as I looked over to Circe.

"We lost the trail." I gestured, but he didn't look at me, his eyes were set afar. He pointed, it was faint, I seem to have looked passed it all together. I smiled at him with a nod and we made for the small fire in the distance.

We crept up, staying a distance. The fire was modest, there were about five people, but I wondered if there were more around.

"Do you see any auras?" I gestured, from a tree away. We looked over, it was much easier for an adult, trained witch or warlock to suppress their aura. Making this much more difficult. I sucked in deeply. "Follow my lead." I gestured before stepping out.

"Hello over there." All five people jumped, Circe joined me.

"Who goes? Stay where you are!" A woman yelled, their scare seemed like they had something to hide.

"We come in peace, we are lost travelers." I could see Circe hold back his smile. It was mostly true, we just didn't have a destination really. We took a few steps forward being surrounded in front by them.

"Where do you come?" One of the men stepped up, they didn't have any kind of weapon on them, just as Circe and I. At least nothing more then a knife for skinning, who needs a weapon when you are a powerful warlock?

"Long and far, we have been looking for a town for a short slumber." They shifted eyes between each other. Circe looking up to me, this would freak them out for sure, but it needed to be done.

"I see green, pink, grey, orange, and yellow auras." He gestured, their heads snapping over. Leave it to Circe to see any spell.

"What demon posses thee?!" One of the other scowled, but Circle gave an innocent smile.

"Circe was punished by some Puritans as a child." I gestured now so that he could follow along, showing them his ears. "He can see that we are the same." Some seemed alarmed, but others more tense.

"Same what?" The woman from earlier spoke, but as if she was trying to keep face.

"I think you know what." Birch snapped his fingers for a flame. They all exchanged a look as he put the fire away.

"We were bein hunted." I shook my head.

"We followed them, but they don't seem to be near any longer. May we join camp, at least for the night?

"Well, If you must..." It was settled but tense. We shared our findings of berries and water, and they shared some of their meat. It was interesting talking to experienced witches and warlocks after all this time. Their knowledge, specialties. Maybe joining a coven wouldn't be a bad idea... Circe and I still hung a short distance away, using the same fire for warmth.

"You sleep, I will keep watch." It had been a while since we needed to do a watch, but I wasn't taking chances. Especially with their whispers and stares. I wasn't convinced they could be trusted. Circe curled up at my side, using his bag as a pillow. Most of the others had also bedded down, but the woman stayed awake. She must have been their watch. I avoided her look, until she moved within the few feet of me.

"What brings you into a nomad life?" She asked, her voice must softer now. Her hair was grey and frizzed, most of her teeth were missing when she smiled.

"I ran an apothecary, two actually. I burned the first one down after rescuing Circe. I was only sixteen then. Then the trials started and they claimed Circe here was a warlock. We ran, they burned down our home, but we escaped. Been running ever since." The woman nodded along.

"We 'eard about trials. We were near, but avoided the area. Never knew there might be some of us there..." I nodded.

"What can we do?" I shrugged.

"We are currently under fire for witchcraft with the locals, we're running..." She turned more towards me. "But now we don't have to..." I allowed my guard to drop, just enough. It's shameful I know. She lifted her hand, blowing dust into my face. I tried to move in time, counter the spell, but my body dropped to the ground.