![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kiramaru7Title: Flying High Again
Author: kira
Table: Autumn: Images (Holiday Prompts)
Prompt: Image 11; a trippy picture of pumpkins and fairy lights in a tree
Fandom: Original
Characters: Alice
Word count: 994
Rating: PG 13 for nudity & drug use
Summary: Alice finds an old book with an interesting story about women who could fly…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Please also note that this was also written for Holiday Prompts Autumn: Images table. This is also written for Madrona Project and is based on Flying-a Halloween tale of R’kanseeli Witches and Broomsticks…lol by n0t_again, which can be found here: https://madrona-project.dreamwidth.org/71035.html#cutid1
For n0t-chan… whose fic inspired this…
Alice browsed the shelves of the old bookseller’s shop, looking for something good to read. Just when she had given up hope of finding anything, she spotted something interesting. She reached for an old leather bound book, pulling it off the shelf. The flaking gold lettering formed words in some unknown language. She opened the book, carefully turning the handmade paper pages. Someone had made notes in the margins in Common, much to her delight. Alice took a minute to read some of them and found out that the book had belonged to a woman from the Ulpash Mountains. The author of the notes called her R’kanseeli.
She read more of the notes and was intrigued by what she had read. There was something about a sacred women’s ceremony where they could fly after either ingesting some sort of witch’s brew or rubbing it on themselves. She cursed softly to herself, being unable to read the story as she had no idea how to read the ancient language. Who knew if the person scribbling notes in the margin had translated things correctly? Closing the book, she thought about putting it back on the shelf, but decided to get it anyways. Taking the book with her, Alice found the bookseller and bought the book.
Alice hurried home. There, she made herself a pot of tea and sat down to study the book. She carefully turned the page and noticed someone with a neat, flowing script had taken over the translation. From what this note-taker had said, the women in the village stripped naked during a religious ceremony honoring the moon. The wise woman of that village, or was it the healer, Alice was not sure and neither was the person taking notes in the margins, had made some sort of potion or witches brew and they smeared it on the handle of a broom. The women then straddled the brooms and just like magic, they were able to fly! Alice wondered what was in it that allowed the women to do that. And as if the note-taker was reading her mind, the secret formula was hastily written down in the back of the book.
She read over the ingredients and was amazed to find out that they were readily available this time of year. So Alice spent the next few days procuring what she needed. She waited for the evening of All Hallow’s Eve, as it was a magical time of year, and gathering the dried herbs she had bought, Alice sat there with the book, trying hard to figure out how to make a R’kanseeli witch’s brew.
Alice decided to figure out her own concoction based on what little information she found in the old book. She sent her housekeeper home to visit her family so that she could be alone and undisturbed. Besides, she would have died a thousand deaths, if the old woman knew what she was about to do. Taking an old pot from the shelf near the stove, Alice got to work making her witch’s brew. She threw a little bit of this and little bit of that into a pot of boiling water. Alice mixed the brew and instantly regretted it as the potion stank. She let simmer for a while, before removing it from the stove.
She let the concoction cool, while getting up the courage to try it. When it was cool enough, Alice stuck her fingers in it and yelped in surprise. The gooey substance was cold at first, before it quickly heated up to the point where her fingertips felt all tingly. Wiping her fingers on a rag, Alice thumbed through her book. From what she gathered, it was supposed to feel like that. She wondered if she should bother with using a broom, but decided against it when visions of her old housekeeper flying around the kitchen danced in her head. Shrugging, she quickly undressed.
Alice felt somewhat foolish, standing there naked, but before she could change her mind about the whole thing, she stuck her hand in the pot. She squatted awkwardly, and taking a deep breath, Alice rubbed the substance on her most intimate of parts. She shivered. It felt both hot and cold, and oh, so good! As tempting as it was to rub more of it on herself, Alice settled for simply touching herself. She moaned softly as the magic took effect.
With a squeal of delight, she ran around the kitchen, pausing every so often to squeeze her thighs together. She even sat down a few times and rubbed her bottom on the chair. It was so heavenly, like she could sail amongst the stars.
Alice ran to the back door, and flinging it open, she stepped out into the cool night air. She squealed and screeched, and danced naked by the light of the moon. She ran to the tree where her housekeeper’s son had hung some fairy lights, which were bits of broken and polished colored glass, and paper pumpkins, and lay down beneath it. The fairy lights glowed eerily, like some stars had fallen out of the sky to land in the tree. Alice touched herself all over, trying to quench the fire within that the witch’s brew had lit. While she had rubbed her sex before, it was always in the dead of night and in the privacy of her own room. The potion, however, had unlocked the wanton in her and she had no more shame than the whores on the docks.
She pleasured herself as the night wore on, until she finally fell asleep. She woke an hour or two later, when the first rays of the sun began to brighten the night sky and chased away the darkness. Alice was shocked to find herself naked in the back garden and she hurried inside, before the neighbors woke up and got to see a side of her they were not meant to see.
Author: kira
Table: Autumn: Images (Holiday Prompts)
Prompt: Image 11; a trippy picture of pumpkins and fairy lights in a tree
Fandom: Original
Characters: Alice
Word count: 994
Rating: PG 13 for nudity & drug use
Summary: Alice finds an old book with an interesting story about women who could fly…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Please also note that this was also written for Holiday Prompts Autumn: Images table. This is also written for Madrona Project and is based on Flying-a Halloween tale of R’kanseeli Witches and Broomsticks…lol by n0t_again, which can be found here: https://madrona-project.dreamwidth.org/71035.html#cutid1
For n0t-chan… whose fic inspired this…
Alice browsed the shelves of the old bookseller’s shop, looking for something good to read. Just when she had given up hope of finding anything, she spotted something interesting. She reached for an old leather bound book, pulling it off the shelf. The flaking gold lettering formed words in some unknown language. She opened the book, carefully turning the handmade paper pages. Someone had made notes in the margins in Common, much to her delight. Alice took a minute to read some of them and found out that the book had belonged to a woman from the Ulpash Mountains. The author of the notes called her R’kanseeli.
She read more of the notes and was intrigued by what she had read. There was something about a sacred women’s ceremony where they could fly after either ingesting some sort of witch’s brew or rubbing it on themselves. She cursed softly to herself, being unable to read the story as she had no idea how to read the ancient language. Who knew if the person scribbling notes in the margin had translated things correctly? Closing the book, she thought about putting it back on the shelf, but decided to get it anyways. Taking the book with her, Alice found the bookseller and bought the book.
Alice hurried home. There, she made herself a pot of tea and sat down to study the book. She carefully turned the page and noticed someone with a neat, flowing script had taken over the translation. From what this note-taker had said, the women in the village stripped naked during a religious ceremony honoring the moon. The wise woman of that village, or was it the healer, Alice was not sure and neither was the person taking notes in the margins, had made some sort of potion or witches brew and they smeared it on the handle of a broom. The women then straddled the brooms and just like magic, they were able to fly! Alice wondered what was in it that allowed the women to do that. And as if the note-taker was reading her mind, the secret formula was hastily written down in the back of the book.
She read over the ingredients and was amazed to find out that they were readily available this time of year. So Alice spent the next few days procuring what she needed. She waited for the evening of All Hallow’s Eve, as it was a magical time of year, and gathering the dried herbs she had bought, Alice sat there with the book, trying hard to figure out how to make a R’kanseeli witch’s brew.
Alice decided to figure out her own concoction based on what little information she found in the old book. She sent her housekeeper home to visit her family so that she could be alone and undisturbed. Besides, she would have died a thousand deaths, if the old woman knew what she was about to do. Taking an old pot from the shelf near the stove, Alice got to work making her witch’s brew. She threw a little bit of this and little bit of that into a pot of boiling water. Alice mixed the brew and instantly regretted it as the potion stank. She let simmer for a while, before removing it from the stove.
She let the concoction cool, while getting up the courage to try it. When it was cool enough, Alice stuck her fingers in it and yelped in surprise. The gooey substance was cold at first, before it quickly heated up to the point where her fingertips felt all tingly. Wiping her fingers on a rag, Alice thumbed through her book. From what she gathered, it was supposed to feel like that. She wondered if she should bother with using a broom, but decided against it when visions of her old housekeeper flying around the kitchen danced in her head. Shrugging, she quickly undressed.
Alice felt somewhat foolish, standing there naked, but before she could change her mind about the whole thing, she stuck her hand in the pot. She squatted awkwardly, and taking a deep breath, Alice rubbed the substance on her most intimate of parts. She shivered. It felt both hot and cold, and oh, so good! As tempting as it was to rub more of it on herself, Alice settled for simply touching herself. She moaned softly as the magic took effect.
With a squeal of delight, she ran around the kitchen, pausing every so often to squeeze her thighs together. She even sat down a few times and rubbed her bottom on the chair. It was so heavenly, like she could sail amongst the stars.
Alice ran to the back door, and flinging it open, she stepped out into the cool night air. She squealed and screeched, and danced naked by the light of the moon. She ran to the tree where her housekeeper’s son had hung some fairy lights, which were bits of broken and polished colored glass, and paper pumpkins, and lay down beneath it. The fairy lights glowed eerily, like some stars had fallen out of the sky to land in the tree. Alice touched herself all over, trying to quench the fire within that the witch’s brew had lit. While she had rubbed her sex before, it was always in the dead of night and in the privacy of her own room. The potion, however, had unlocked the wanton in her and she had no more shame than the whores on the docks.
She pleasured herself as the night wore on, until she finally fell asleep. She woke an hour or two later, when the first rays of the sun began to brighten the night sky and chased away the darkness. Alice was shocked to find herself naked in the back garden and she hurried inside, before the neighbors woke up and got to see a side of her they were not meant to see.
