Chapter 13

Penelope pulls her last leg over the edge of the grave, breathing hard from the exertion of the climb. She climbs to her feet, brushing off the dirt from her dress. With a smile on her face, she starts walking back toward the castle.

We’re leaving him uncovered?

“Why not?” the witch says with a shrug. “Maybe he’ll get lucky again. It would be a shame to let a dick like that go to waste.”

You would say something like that, wouldn’t you?

“You see? It wasn’t so bad?”

It could have been worse. I hope your heading toward the creek before we go back to the castle.

“Nope, we don’t have time,” Penelope says, humming to herself. “We have a quest to do. Plus we don’t need Neks to come back for seconds and find us gone.”

I guess you got a point.

The witch continues on through the small opening and back into the cell with Faart. The little goblin is knocked out cold, snoring away like a storm over the open sea. “Well, here goes nothing,” she whispers, sticking the key into the lock. With a click the door pops open. She pushes it open a bit more and then cautiously steps out. The coast is clear. There is no sign of Neks anywhere. She makes a beeline toward the metal door. She takes one more glance around before sticking the key. It too pops open.

We’re two for two.

Penelope smiles, opens the door and steps in. The room is simple and small. With four walls set in the shape of a square there is only room for a small pallet of hay and a small window along the back wall. And standing at that window with his back toward the door has to be Geubert the discarded prince. “Hello,” the witch calls out meekly. “Geubert?”

The man visibly sighs. All he is wearing are plain, brown pants that are all ragged and torn. From behind he looks massive, like an ogre in human form. He is muscular and brutish looking with scars all over his back and arms. His brown hair is long enough to cover his neck to dangle down his back a little.

Tell him the knight sent us.

“I was sent by Anfroy,” the girl continues. “He said that I could help you escape. So the ... um ... door is open. And since I helped, I wonder if you can do me a favor and tell me about the companion to this book.” She pulls her copy out and holds it in the air toward the man.

Geubert sigh heavily one more time before finally turning around. The shock of the man’s face makes the witch stumble back just slightly. He is truly muscular and brutish; the scars covering his chest and face make that apparent. He looks like he was in a fire at one time and his upper body was badly burned. To add to that brutishness, she is not prepared for what comes next.

Abruptly she is hanging in front of him, helpless. He has taken her by the wrist and lifted her high in the air before him. His gaze moves hungrily over her firm chest and then down toward her pussy. He looks at her as if he is able to see past the clothing to view what is beneath. She is already wet from her last encounter with Anfroy and in a way this is making her even wetter.

This is not good. Wait a minute... is this turning you on?

When the man drops her, she crumples in surprise. “Um ... you’re free?”

Is that an offer?

Geubert takes as one, because before the witch even knows it, those ragged and torn pants are off of him and he is standing totally naked in front of her. Aside from the scaring, the bottom half of his body matches the top, meaning he is well-proportioned with rigid muscles. It is the sort of body most women would drool over, but one opposite of what Penelope would. Her gaze is pulled even lower and she gasps.

The thing looks terrifyingly large. The shaft is thick and twisted, full of veins and scars. Whatever fire affected his upper half and the portions of his lower half must have partially affected his cock. But that is something that is easy to overcome because the girl’s mind is already drifting to thoughts of what it would feel like inside her, while Hazel is thinking something else entirely.

Well, we can forget about how he looks because we’ve fucked some ugly things recently. But I don’t want that thing in me.

The scarred man grabs the young witch’s legs and pulls them apart, not violently but with overwhelming power.

We don’t have a choice. Quick, fight back. Put up a struggle. Don’t just lie here.

Penelope finds herself lying on her back with her legs spread wide and her cunt gaping. And she is panting for breath. All she can do is stare upward at the man full of muscle looming over her, her chest rising and falling with her breaths. She hears the cat’s words, but deep down she doesn’t want to listen to them. She wants this just as much as Geuber does, if not more. Geuber shifts his hips and drops his member down onto her belly. It stretches up startlingly far, but the girl doesn’t have long to stare. He slides it down over her outer cunt lips, collecting the pool of juices and remnants of Anfroy’s cum. She moans and squirms, but it is not to fight back or get away.

I can’t believe you. We shouldn’t have come back in here. This place is a castle of nightmares. Oh what are we to do?

He pulls back and then the tip of his erection thrusts inside her. Penelope throws her head back and wails as long and loud as Hazel in her head does. Even with all that lubrication down there, Geuber has to work to get himself inside her. It slides in bit by bit, opening her up more and more until she feels like it must be in her chest. She cannot believe that something so enormous could possibly be inside her, yet the overwhelming girth is undeniable. Even if she listened to Hazel and struggled and fought, she would have been completely helpless while the thick monster of a cock penetrates her so deeply.