Art thou a witch?
Hey, this is a really short story I made about a witch hunter getting his confession. This is my first real attempt at writing sex so please, be merciful, constructive criticism is welcomed.
It was dark, cold, and the chair was hard. Joel's back cramped horribly, the red fox slowly opened his eyes; a large, blackish figure sat in a wooden chair that was just like Joel's, it was directly in front of him. The fox shook his head and blinked his eyes rapidly in hopes of curing their blurriness. Slowly, the figure began to become clear; it was a muscled, male gray wolf. He had one leg crossed comfortably over the other, he wore a doublet that was plain black and breeches that bore the same color. Stockings covered his legs and black leather covered his feet, his eyes were intently staring at a strange book he held in his hand.
Without looking away from his book, the young wolf said: "This is the malleus maleficarum, I'm sure you've heard of it,"
Joel was suddenly aware of a dimly lit fireplace. just as the wolf said 'malleus maleficarum' did the fire deliver a loud pop. They seemed to be in a cabin.
The fox's voice squeaked horribly as he forced it to sound.
"I-I. . . what is this?"
"Isn't it obvious?" The wolf said still focusing on the book. "I am a witch hunter, you were accused of being a witch. I'm here to get a confession. How about you save me the trouble and admit what sins you have committed so I can get paid?"
"I'm no witch!" the fox growled.
The wolf smiled, he finally put the book down, revealing his deep blue eyes to the skinny fox's green ones.
"I love the hard way, thank you. My name is Victor Morrison, proudly from Norfolk. You are Joel Abernathy of York,"
"Y-you can't, torture is illegal in England!"
"Yes my dear, it is," The wolf brought his paw to Joel's cheek, he gently caressed it.
"This is what I love best about your kind, foxes are so soft, I could use you as a pillow,"
The hunter's voice was a soft and strangely calming whisper, he sounded deceptively sweet; that's what terrified Joel even more.
"What I do isn't legally considered torture, many find enjoyment in it... last chance before we start. Art thou a witch?"
"N-n-no!"
Victor slowly rose from his seat, eyes full of a fierce evil that if Joel didn't know any better, he would have thought those be the very eyes of the devil himself.
The fox only now realized he was completely naked, he tried in vain to free his arms from the rope that held them to the chair's back. What happened next was something Joel did not expect; his member suddenly felt the warm touch of his tormentor, Joel making something between a moan and a yelp.
"You are a virgin, aren't you?"
"What?" gasped the fox.
"I admit my skill is good, but I've never seen someone grow so quickly," Victor chuckled.
Joel's erection had grown to nearly full size in under fifteen seconds, he desperately repressed any moans or signs of pleasure as best he could, he was failing.
"This is how you plan on breaking me? Giving me a free wank," Joel tried his best to keep his voice calm, even as he suppressed himself from giving in to the dog's touch.
"The wank is free, yes. But the climax costs a confession."
Pre-cum culminated into a small bubble that Victor suddenly licked off the tip, Joel failed to imprison the loud gasp that replied to said action. Victor kneeled in front of the fox, he lovingly massaged his inner thighs; bringing his nose close to Joel's penis, he eagerly took in the fox's scent. It smelled sweet, like fruit. He dragged his warm tongue over the base of his cock, licking with the same ferocity as a feral cleaning itself.
Joel uncontrollably squirmed his legs as much as the ropes would allow him, not through resistance, but a pleasure that to him was only comparable to what heaven must feel like. He panted and huffed horribly, this went on for a minute before Joel remembered that he was supposed to hate this.
"S-stop," He moaned.
The wolf did as the fox asked, sitting back on his chair with a smile on his face, and a speck of pre on his left cheek.
"Art thou a witch?"
"No!"
WIthout warning, Victor immediately shot towards his prisoner; he wasted no time in kneeling once again in front of Joel; he grasped his member so hard it caused him to whimper. With little ceremony, Victor pumped the fox, starting slowly but quickly it grew into a crescendo of moaning and panting. Joel was close, the overwhelming pleasure, a great heat covering him. He uncontrollably humped into the witch hunter's paw, just a bit longer and he would cum.
That cum was not to be as the jacking was abruptly ended. He let out a frustrated growl as his tormentor took a seat once again.
"Art thou a witch?"
The feeling that had graced his loins so wonderfully slowly died a death that the fox would describe in the moment as 'a tragedy that seconds only the death of Christ himself '
"I... am... no... witch!" Joel took a deep breath in between every word.
"You know my friend, I'm usually far more patient with my work. I dare say that hunting is a game of cats and half-dead mice, finding the mice is easy, getting to them before someone else is the hard part. I fear I must push things along a bit faster so as I can earn my bread and jam."
Victor stood up, knocking his chair over in the process. He practically jogged to a table on the other side of the room, he gleefully picked a lit candle up and practically giggled as he skipped back into the fox's direct sight.
"Art thou a witch?" The wolf whispered as he positioned his face directly in front of Joel's, the white stick candle being held over his bollocks.
Before he could even hope to respond, Victor tipped the near overflowing candle over, a bit of wax falling from its home.
Joel's wail was almost unhuman, the wax landed squarely on his sack; he thrashed and cried despite the pain quickly leaving.
"Art thou a witch?"
When Joel responded only in crying, Victor slowly began to tip the candle over again, the liquid wax flowing to the holder's side, just one more centimeter and the fox's balls would burn like the fires of hell.
"I wonder what your orbs would look like... in a new coat of paint," The Witch hunter chuckled as he tipped the candle ever closer.
"Wait!" Cried the fox.
"I-I'm a. . . witch!" Joel completely broke down, tears washing his face and snot slowly dripping from his nose.
Victor blow out his candle and gently sat back down on his chair, he set the device down next to him and crossed one leg over the other.
"I am your confessor, tell me your sins,"
"M-my imps s-s-sink ships!"
"How did the devil come to you?"
"H-he came to me at night, he was a tall dark haired gentleman, a much finer man than you! He laid with me in my bedchamber,"
"Well my dear friend, you've won your reward, don't claim I am unmerciful."
Joel flinched as the wolf suddenly sprang at him once again, fully enveloping his still hard member into his strong maw. Victor spared little time as he used his experienced tongue to dance along the cock as his head quickly bobbed up and down. Joel's shaked and moaned, squirmed and panted, It took only ten seconds before the rapidly humping fox felt release. All the pent of frustration of the past hour draining out of him in the form of white.
"I'm gonna miss you, Joel Abernathy, you were quite fun to deal with... maybe I'll take you as a servant instead of sending you to the gallows.