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Belladonna... I will offer my blue and transparent skin tomorrow out of love.
Beneath the flower of spring, my body is dyed with timid redness in her arms. Belladonna.
Beautiful woman. Belladonna.
Woman in love.
The footsteps of grief, do not yet resonate.
Belladonna.
Jotaro was walking since the very beginning of the morning. He was exhausted. His legs were on fire, wobbling, his large hands full of scratches, the tiny bag he carried on his back empty of any food or water, his tongue felt like a swollen desert, his scarcely opened eyes were burning from weariness, pollen and sun, and his brain was rotting. The strong man of the dawn became a living dead hardly standing on his foot ; but he kept walking through the limitless plains, the verdant valleys, along the bluest lakes, the harsh forest and the arduous slopes of the mountain. His whole body crying for rest, claiming the sweet embrace of the tender grass or even from the more and more welcoming dead leaves and dusty ground. But he wasn't there for that. He had a mission. And Jotaro wasn't a man who could easily forget missions. So there he was, almost tripping at every step, with not even enough energy to cough anymore, towards his ultimate aim.
In a ink night already well advanced, a man collapsed a few meters from a deep-looking cave. Few minutes passed, and the distant light of a torch soon recovered the huge body lying down on the harden floor.
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Jotaro opened an eye, and then closed it. A deep inspiration informed him of the luscious scent of plants saturating the atmosphere, a weak move from his fingers that he was currently on a soft, silky material, and his blurred audition the presence of distant tissue frictions and low humming. Tiredness heavily burdened his limbs and mind, but he still managed to think silence was the best solution for the moment. Where was he ? Did he succeded ?
Sounds of steps approched, and Jotaro stiffened ; it stopped right next to him, and Jotaro suddenly felt a thumb airily tracing his jawline.
« My, my, I know you're awake. Open your mouth, please. »
He wanted to gasp, to jerk off this finger, to ask questions, but his frame was too drained for him to react properly.
The voice purred again, its smooth fingers now brushing his lips.
« Open. »
Jotaro only shuddered ; hissing, he slightly opened his lips, and a burning, viscous, liquid arrived on his tongue. He coughed.
« Swallow. It will help you recover. »
« …. »
He reluctantly gulped and it chuckled, lowering its extremities to the corners of his mouth to negligently wipe out some resting swill. It was soggy and weird to swallow, sticking to Jotaro's throat and making him struggle to breath. He coughed and coughed until an icy liquid forced his lips ; water.
« Stop being such a crybaby, you're visibly a full-grown man. »
The voice seemed amused, but not Jotaro. He opened with difficulty his eyes, only to see through his bleary vision a face just above him. A slender, delicate face, surrended by flaming hair finishing into a long side bang ; but the most remarkable sight was those eyes, animated by a piercing amethyste color and a shadow Jotaro couldn't penetrate. Their wide mouth twitched and they had an amiable smile.
« Are you feeling any better ? I found you so weak, I was afraid you would die without even succeding to meet me, » they said while expiring an easy laugh. Jotaro frowned, and let out a husky grumble.
« Are you the witch ? »
Their smile faltered a bit before they had a wider smile, a smirk.
« Yes, I am the « witch ». »
Jotaro quickly made without thinking the sign of the cross, and they backed up a little before laughing.They turned their back and got away from the plump bed the tall man was lying on, allowing Jotaro to spot the flamboyant, lush green cloak they were covered with. A strong green tone ; color of power, but also of the devil, used to tell Father Pucci to Jotaro.
« So, what do you want, dear ? » Their tone was a silky, honeyed purr. Jotaro was drowning in it. Witch. Servant of the devil ; do not lower your barriers, or they will ravish you from God.
« I doubt you came from so far in the land, from Morioh, only to greet me. » Jotaro saw them picking up a red fluffy flower from a vine running on the stone wall, and then remove a few petals to shove them between their flawless, thin lips. They began to chew.
« How do you know where do I come from ? » Jotaro’s voice wasn’t as nice as the red-headed witch ; he was so on edge that it made them chuckle again.
« You had a nicely scribbled map in your bag indicating how to find the witch, and I don't know anyone else in the region nicknamed « witch ». »
They came back near him and sat besides him before aplying a fresh, wet plant-scented tissue on his forehead.
« It will calm the fever and help you relax. »
They then drew their face right near Jotaro’s one, allowing him to observe even more the fineness of their face, the pallor of their smooth looking skin, highlited by crimson short hair, this long side lock, and ruby cherry-like earrings. They approached their face even closer and pursed their mouth into a kiss, letting scarlet drops escape the boundaries of their lips. Eyes wide openened, Jotaro abrutly withdrew and made an another sign of the cross.
« Out, you damned woman ! » he snarled, ready to push out the witch off him ; but they only raised an eyebrow, cupped Jotaro’s face with their slender hands and placed their lips on his.
Belladonna... I will offer my blue and transparent skin tomorrow out of love.
Beneath the flower of spring, my body is dyed with timid redness in her arms. Belladonna.
Beautiful woman. Belladonna.
Woman in love.
The footsteps of grief, do not yet resonate.
Belladonna.
Jotaro closed his mouth as hard as he could -but the witch lovingly kissed it, permitting few droplets to crash on Jotaro lips. He finally reacted and abruptly punched the other in the ribs and the back ; they got up, annoyed.
« What are you doing ?! » he barked, « I know this flower, you perverted bitch ! It’s poison ! »
« My, you’re so vulgar. No, it’s medecine. Poison is medecine and this is what cure you, Jotaro. »
« Are you trying to kill me you wh- »
They suddenly slaped with an unexpected strenght the taller man beneath them. Jotaro gasped in reflex and they bent down, locking their lips together again. They didn’t let him close his mouth this time and shoved their tongue inside , and Jotaro felt a bitter but mild juice pervading his throat. He angrily tried to clench his teeth on the invader, but quickly began to feel slugglish, feeble ; the hands clawing the green cloak started to weaken before flabbily falling to his sides. The witch stood up a little to place themselves above him, comfortably sitting on Jotaro’s abdomen, and took him in his arms before kissing him again.
They first only nibbled the bottom lip, making groan the raven-haired peasant, then slowly licked the outraged blushing skin. The cladded green being left the mouth to sultrily embrace the soft cheeks, and arrived to the left ear took in mouth an earlobe, sucking and playing with it. Jotaro was fidgeting, breathing heavily.
« You should feel good right now, don’t you ? » they whispered, in a tone that appeared very provocative to Jotaro. « It’s the medecine. »
They then applied again their lips to his, soft and wet intoxicating lips, and Jotaro closed his eyes and coyly pressed their mouths together.
Jotaro moaned and bucked his hips ; it was hot, slippery, tight, one of the best thing he has ever lived .
Belladonna... I will offer my blue and transparent skin tomorrow out of love.
Beneath the flower of spring, my body is dyed with timid redness in her arms. Belladonna.
Beautiful woman. Belladonna.
Woman in love.
The footsteps of grief, do not yet resonate.
Belladonna.