Unwritten

TITLE: Unwritten
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Velvet/Gwendolyn
NOTE: You know, I can remember a time when I made it a point of finishing a game before writing fic for it. Whatever happened to that?


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Gwendolyn delayed opening her eyes for as long as she could. After all, she was less than eager to see the husband her father had punished her with. Still, the problem with delaying the inevitable is that it cannot go on forever.

The banished valkyrie opened her eyes and felt her heart rise when she beheld the beauty looking down at her. But more than the love the spell was even now forcing on her, Gwendolyn felt genuinely confused.

"Is this some sort of cruel joke?" she asked.

"No," Velvet replied.

Gwendolyn sat up and regarded the forest witch. She couldn't help but notice how her manner of dress was somewhat minimal or how attractive her mostly visible body was. But that was the spell making her notice that. It wasn't really her, of course.

"Then would you mind explaining what is going on?" Gwendolyn asked, tearing her eyes away.

"I'm merely returning a favour," Velvet replied. "You did save my life, so I felt I owed you at least something."

"Will you lift this spell on me?" Gwendolyn asked, trying not to sneak glances at the witch.

"No, I am not that powerful. My intention is merely to let the love curse focus on me."

"Why? We are sisters."

There was a brief, bitter laugh. "As far as I am concerned, Odin is not my father. But that is irrelevant. I cannot stop the fact that one day you will be little more than a caged bird. However, I can at least spare you the humiliation of having to love your captor."

Gwendolyn turned to look at the scarlet witch and instantly realised her mistake. She doubted she would be able look away from her fair face a second time. Still, it needed to be said.

"Thank you."

Velvet nodded and rose, affording the banished valkyrie an even better view of her shapely body. "I shall leave you now," she announced, "before the spell can bloom too much."

Before the witch could move, Gwendolyn reached out and grabbed her arm. "Wait," she said. "At least allow me to give you a... a proper thanks."

Velvet gave her a curious look, then pulled free. "Is that you saying that or is it the spell?"

Gwendolyn blinked. "I... I cannot truly say," she replied. "I know the desire in my heart to be mostly artificial, but I cannot tell if it is fully so. Perhaps your kindness is making some of it genuine."

Velvet smiled. "Don't be so quick to judge me kind," she said. "So, are you saying you actually want to give yourself to me?"

"It... yes," Gwendolyn replied. "If nothing else it would spare me the shame of having my arranged husband as my first lover."

"Is that so?" the forest witch said. "Let me test that resolve."

Gwendolyn waited for Velvet to explain herself further, but soon noticed there was no need. The seductive witch's small skirt began to bulge and soon the tip of her manhood pushed past the hem and into view. The banished valkyrie stared at it, feeling her body grow warmer with every passing second. She could feel the spell whispering inside her heart, telling her to spread her legs and accept her sister's seed so that she might carry her child as a dutiful wife should. But that pitiful whisper was nothing compared to the shouting in her mind.

"Well?" said Velvet. "I know the spell's hold on you is not yet powerful enough that a proud valkyrie like yourself would simply let me take you like a man would. Not unless you would want that as well, that is."

Gwendolyn slid off the bed an onto her knees. The movement was not as graceful as she had hoped, but the simple fact was that she wasn't used to wearing dresses and the large black one she had been forced to wear restricted her. Still, she had ended up where she had wanted to be: with Velvet's new manhood right in front of her face. She looked up with a smile and rather enjoyed the stunned look on the witch's face.

"I was certain you'd refuse," the forest witch whispered.

"Then, you don't want me to show my gratitude for making me love you rather than some strange man?"

Velvet regarded her quietly for a while. "Fine. I shall accept your gratitude."

Gwendolyn lowered her eyes and was strangely pleased to note Velvet's shaft was not as flaccid as it had been moments ago. She reached up and let few fingers stroke its hardening length. In truth she wasn't at all certain how she could go about pleasing the forest witch, though the sound of her breathing becoming more deliberate suggested she was along the right lines. Of course, the way her manhood began to rise as she continued to tease it told her much as well.

Soon Velvet's member was engorged enough for her to wrap her delicate fingers around it. The forest witch gasped as her hand closed around it and Gwendolyn imagined she could feel its heat flowing into her palm and up her arm before spreading through the rest of her already warm body. She started moving her hand up and down along the length and could't help but feel a little surprised as it seemed to grow more rigid still. As Velvet's manhood began pointing skyward, Gwendolyn saw something seemingly shimmering on the witch's purple tip. She leaned in and lapped it up. She was glad to find it didn't taste at all well, though the sound of Velvet's aroused as her tongue had brushed against made her far gladder still.

Now was the time. Now that she had made her wife fully erect, she should lie down on bed on her back and let her wife fill her womb with her seed.

Gwendolyn ignored the impulses the spell was trying to force on her and kissed Velvet's manhood instead. Then, to the beautiful music of the witch's moans, she let her lips slide down the purple tip so her tongue could dance around it. She travelled further down Velvet's member, filling her mouth with its heat and, she hoped, the witch's body with pleasure.

Hearing Velvet's breathing deteriorate into panting and her moans becoming ever louder and more frequent, Gwendolyn felt her hope turn to pleased certainty. Moving her hand down to grip the base of the forest witch's manhood, Gwendolyn let her mouth slide down until her lips met her fingers. Her tongue jumped and played along the shaft, nearly coating it in saliva. The banished valkyrie began moving back and forth, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked her sister's shaft.

Even occupied as she was with Velvet's member, Gwendolyn became aware that the seductive witch's body had begun to tremble as though something inside her was boiling and was about to burst. Sensing this, she tried to increase her efforts even though she wasn't entirely sure how she could. She sucked harder, let her tongue swirle around her member even more eagerly and allowed her lips to slide up and the length of her shaft ever faster.

The forest witch shrieked with pleasure and Gwendolyn suddenly found her tongue covered with her seed as her twitching manhood climaxed into her mouth. Though she did not care for the taste, she happily drank Velvet's semen as a depraved proof of the pleasure she gave the young woman and in twisted defiance to what the spell wanted her to do. In some strange way, right now, with the forest witch's beautiful cries filling her ears, Gwendolyn wouldn't have traded a single sip of Velvet's seed for all the mead in the world.

Velvet's lustful cries faded and with a strange feeling of regret Gwendolyn was almost certain was completely hers the banished valkyrie let the witch's manhood out of her mouth. For a brief moment a strand of saliva and semen connected her tongue to the forest witch's purple tip, but it soon snapped and left a brief trace of the sinful mixture on her lips and chin.

Gwendolyn felt Velvet take her hand and let her pull her up onto her feet.

"Do you always show such gratitude to those who do you only a minor favour?" the witch asked with a smile.

"You know I do not," Gwendolyn replied.

"How are you feeling?"

Gwendolyn asked. "Quite well. Why do you ask?"

"If you do not think sleep is going to claim you again for a while yet, perhaps you will permit me to please you in return."

Gwendolyn lowered her gaze to see Velvet gripping her sticky, shiny and still hard manhood. The spell in her heart sang and as she thought about, Gwendolyn found herself beginning to agree. Of course, the spell was trying to make her see the forest witch as her wife, ignorant of the fact that had not been the intention. If she allowed Velvet to please her the way the witch seemed to intent there was indeed a chance she would bear her child. But it would be Velvet's child instead of her intended husband's as part of her punishment.

"I... would not object to sharing more of my body with you," Gwendolyn said. "Provided you manage to undo my dress before the sleeping spell takes hold of me again."

Velvet snapped her fingers. Gwendolyn's heavy dress fell neatly to the ground together with everything else she was wearing.

"I do hope that was not a challenge," the forest witch said.

"That is quite a surprising talent," the naked valkyrie remarked.

"But useful sometimes."

Velvet snapped her fingers again. This time her red hood along with what little else she wore fell to the ground. The naked witch then stepped out of the little circle of clothes and towards Gwendolyn so that pushed softly against each other. The naked valkyrie suddenly found her breathing becoming laboured when she felt the witch's bare skin and her body filled with a heat she had not imagined possible.

"Shall we?" the witch whispered.

Gwendolyn wrestled for control of herself. She would not be led. It was important to her she did not let Velvet allow complete control. She'd wonder if it was truly her and not the spell.

She took Velvet's hand and guided her onto the bed and on her back. Then she stradled her and let her moist womanhood brush against Velvet's rigid member as it lay on the witch's bare stomach. Gwendolyn felt a shiver of pleasure run through her body at that simple touch. She raised herself, took hold of Velvet's shaft and raised it, carefully aiming it at herself. Then she took a deep breath and slowly lowered herself again.

A guttural groan filled the air, mxing her voice with Velvet's, when Gwendolyn allowed the forest witch further and further inside. A tiny, breathless shriek escaped from her lips when Velvet was fully inside her and felt her manhood hot against her inner walls. The feeling was not unpleasant, but took some getting used to. She moved carefully as though trying to find how her body could most comfortably experience the intrusion. She could not stop the aroused gasps spilling from her lips as Velvet's manhood rubbed against her walls, or perhaps her womanhood stroked her member, and indeed didn't want to. She'd enjoyed the sounds of Velvet's lust and didn't want to withhold her own from the forest witch.

Gwendolyn came to rest for a moment when she finally felt as comfortable as she was going to be with Velvet so deep inside of her. She felt Velvet's hand coming to rest lightly on her hips and looked at her beautiful face and the unspoken question in her dark eyes. The valkyrie raised herself in response, then lowered herself again, though this time not completely. Velvet's eyes clouded with lust and Gwendolyn would not have been surprised if she shared that look. With every stroke, with every curious bounce of her body, the valkyrie felt the discomfort melt away under the heat of her ever-growing arousal.

Gwendolyn barely noticed how her body quickened its pace, how she slid up and down Velvet's shaft ever faster, and failed to hear her lustful moans (though those of Velvet were once again keen in her ears). Her senses were rapidly becoming overwhelmed by the pleasure rippling through her. It drowned the artificial desire in her heart and filled her mind with glorious fire. She rode Velvet furiously, triumphantly, driven ever onward by the sound of their naked bodies colliding and, as always, the burning music of Velvet's pleasure.

Part of Gwendolyn, that part of her that had not yet descended into rapturous animal lust, wanted this moment to last forever and felt that not even eternity would have enough time to fully enjoy Velvet and the blaze within her. But she knew she couldn't even if there was enough time. No body could possibly hold such intense fire for very long. It needed... release.

The valkyrie suddenly became sharply aware of her body. She could feel every drop of sweat on her naked skin, the effort of her lungs as they struggled for another ragged breath that would doubtlessly turn into a moan, every movement of her breasts as they helplessly bounced along with the rest of her constantly rising and falling body, every inch of her inner walls as they rubbed against Velvet's manhood.

The moment of clarity didn't last and Gwendolyn soon found herself a spirit of pure pleasure. She soared as she came, feeling herself lifted up to the heavens and higher as her climax washed through her. The only indication she had left that she was still a creature of the flesh was the sound of Velvet's pleasured groans and the feeling of her womb accepting her sister's seed, which only served to lift her ever higher into bliss.

Eventually, Gwendolyn found her way back to earth and her tired, panting body. She collapsed, falling off of Velvet's body and onto her back. She felt drained and her eyelids were heavy.

"Just in time."

Velvet's voice seemed to come from a long way away.

"Mmm?" Gwendolyn managed.

"The sleep spell is claiming you again," Velvet whispered. "In truth, I'm surprised you managed this long."

"Mmm," Gwendolyn said. Then, "Dress."

"I'll make sure you're clothed and cleaned up, don't worry," the witch's voice breathed.

"Good," the valkyrie mumbled as she fell deeper into darkness.

"I shouldn't have done this," said someone somewhere far away. "I just..."

... just wanted to spare you humiliation...

... or give you a chance for genuine love if he were a kind man...

... but now...

... perhaps...

... we...

Gwendolyn slept.