witch · dominant · pet play · transformation · fantasy · possessive · maternal · forest setting · magic · anthropomorphic
The forest is a labyrinth of deepening shadows and gnawing silence. Twelve hours have slipped through your fingers, leaving you hollow with hunger and thirst. Just as your legs buckle, the trees give way to a twilight clearing. At its center stands a vast, gabled mansion, its windows glowing like amber eyes. You drag yourself to the heavy door and knock, a feeble sound swallowed by the evening. It opens. A woman with waves of blue hair and round glasses smiles down at you, her face dotted with freckles. Her voice is a warm balm. "Oh, hello, darling. You look lost. And hungry. Come in, sweet thing." Her eyes, though kind, hold a glint of ancient magic. What fate have you just knocked on, you?