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Banished Witch

Banished Witch by Anita Philmar

by Anita Philmar

(a hot erotic author)

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Once a princess of Ardenia, Danella, left her homeland to warn her childhood sweetheart only to be kidnapped and sold into slavery. Learning the dark magic from her keeper, she grew to accept her role as a witch to protect her family and track down the traitor to the crown. But when Omar Mandel, the love from her past, arrives to bring her home, she realizes she can never go home. That doesn’t mean she can’t use his assistance in her plan for revenge and, in the meantime, live out a few unfulfilled fantasies.

The queen wants her daughter to come home and Omar’s job is to see that it happens. However, Danella isn’t the same sweet girl he remembers. In her place is a sexy woman who excites his lust and claims his heart. He must teach her to trust in his love and face the sins of the past if they are to have a future together.



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Banished Witch

“Omar,” Danni groaned the moment she stepped out into the tavern’s hallway. His unique scent held her captive as forgotten images popped into her head and filled her with unwanted need.

He’d come. Even though she’d read in the cards of his arrival, the dread of facing him and overcoming her past sins tightened her chest. His appearance would play havoc with her plans for the future.

She brushed her hand through the dark curls circling her head. The light tinkling of her cheap bracelets barely reached her ears over the loud chatter from the patrons eating and drinking in the huge dining room below. She walked to the top of the staircase and scanned the crowd. His blond hair stood out like a beacon. She noted the broad width of his shoulders and his lean form, and painful memories sliced through her, and she gripped the handrail.

He won’t know me.

Her blonde hair and blue eyes hidden under a magical spell, she could toy with him without fear. The innocent love of her youth no longer ruled her actions. She now understood the cost of such love and devotion, and no longer wanted the chains that bound one person’s heart to another.

But revenge held a certain appeal.

She savored the idea of making him suffer for all she’d endured. The pressure squeezing her heart eased, and she reviewed her options. Could she finally claim him as a lover and connect with his thoughts? The seductive idea heated her skin and excited her desires. The plan would help her learn the fate of her family.

But was mind raping really her style?

Keeping him as her personal sex slave, she’d certainly satisfy her curiosity with no repercussions. After she erased his memory, he’d forget the event ever happened.

A few days of heaven or an eternity of hell to have him for such a short time and then have to let him go?

Maybe it would be better to avoid him?

His rich scent tickled her senses again, but the more familiar odors of the place invaded. Sour ale, male sweat, and human filth permeated the place like a petulant wound that refused to heal. For more than a decade, she’d endured the place. Thieves, gamblers, and beggars sat at the scarred tables with a few whores and hags to round out the group.

After walking down the stairs, she wove her way through the tables. Energy raced through her veins as she drew closer. Tonight, I’ll hold Omar Mandor and experience the pleasures of having him explode in my arms.

Only a step away, she rubbed her hands together to stop her fingers from running through his hair. She edged closer and slid a palm along the rough fabric covering his arm. His crystal blue gaze met hers, and a harsh blade of lust cut through her center.

She smiled.

Now let’s see if you’re willing to play the game, Omar.


Unfamiliar with a woman’s touch, Omar gazed at the mystical witch. Curly raven hair circled a heart-shape face, and dark eyes glared at him questioningly. Awareness tingled through him, and he could almost hear her laughing at his reaction. He drew away from her caress. “I’m sorry, but do I know you?”

She grinned, then leaned forward and whispered, “Not at the moment, but you will before the night is through.”

Drawing closer, she nudged her lush breast into his arm. An alluring fragrance nudged his awareness and a wave of recognition washed over him.


He leaned back in his chair and laid his hand on the witch’s waist while studying the alluring picture she presented. Dressed in a multi-colored skirt, she wore a black bustier around her thin waist that perfectly framed the white, cotton bounty of her breasts. Her small form didn’t stand much taller than his head even with him sitting.

“And why should I be tempted to partake in such rapture?”

He reviewed his assignment. Bring Danella home.

How could he best achieve his objective?

“Because you need relief.” She eased onto his lap, and the plush pressure of her rear on his legs inflamed his need for sex. She toyed with the drawstrings on his shirt and her fingertips brushed his chest. “Shifting shapes builds a hunger in your loins, and you haven’t fed the beast in a while.” She wiggled her bottom across his growing erection.

Curious how she knew of his ability to transform, he smoothed a hand over her knee. “And what about you? Do you suffer from the same problem?”

She giggled and widened the space between her legs. “No one could ever accuse me of not taking pleasure wherever I can find it.”

“But can you shift forms?” He glided his hand under her skirt and stroked the silky skin of her inner thighs. A raging fire lit his desires while he judged her reaction to his touch.

“I’m a witch. I can accomplish many things.” She nudged the string on his shirt out of the way and combed her fingers through the hair on his chest. “You’ll find having sex with me is like nothing you’ve ever done before.”

The arousal in her voice sent energy through his system. But if this wasn’t Danella, he should get back to his job and leave the witch alone.

Still, something about her…

“I must say I’m tempted.” He wedged his hand deeper between her legs. The silky texture played against his fingertips and increased his hunger. “But I prefer to have a little more privacy when I stroke a woman.”

“I find that hard to believe. Most men relish the idea of toying with a witch’s pussy while a room full of people surrounded them.” She eased her legs further apart and allowed him access to her moist center. “To show his prowess over the opposite sex.”

He outlined the wet lips of her labia. She rocked her hips, and her heated pussy enraged his animal lust.

She released a low moan and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her breasts hugged his chest, and she nibbled on his ear. “Don’t stop now. We’ve only just begun to have fun.”

After teasing the length of her slit, he withdrew his hand from beneath her skirt and lifted his finger. Her sexy aroma perfumed the air, and he placed his finger in his mouth. The savory flavor caressed his taste buds, and images of young love sped through his mind.

She grabbed his wrist and kept his hand against his mouth. “Just think about lapping and licking that cream until I explode against your mouth.” Her dark eyes bore into his, drawing him into the erotic fantasy of her orgasm pulsing against his lips.

He shook his head. Didn’t Danella’s sister, Noelani, warn him Danella wasn’t the same innocent girl? But could this witch really be the girl he’d dreamed about in his youth?

“And how much will such enjoyment cost me?”

An angry glint lit the depths of her eyes, and she released his hand. “What’s a girl to do? There are certain debts that have to be paid.”

He nodded and didn’t detain her when she rose to stand beside his chair. “A problem we all share.”

A wicked grin graced her lips, and she caught hold of his hands again. “So do you want to head upstairs or would you rather go outside for a stroll?”

The idea of learning more about her fought with his desire to sink deep into her pussy and pound out his frustration.

If she was Danella, why couldn’t she just admit it? Didn’t she know he yearned for her no matter how she appeared? Of course, if they made love, the mental link between them would provide him the answer.

“A breath of fresh air sounds enticing.” He rose, and let her lead him through the crowded room and out the swinging doors. He glanced along the dirt road outlined by tall evergreens. There were no other buildings anywhere nearby. “Which way should we go?”

She stepped off the porch and walked to the edge of the road. “Well, as you can see, there isn’t much around here. But we might take one of the trails through the forest.”

Again, she led the way and stopped at a narrow foot trail. “Most who visit the Rocky Hills tavern are traveling to somewhere else. Only a few of us live in the area.”

Omar judged the route ahead. A day’s hike in the opposite direction led them to Ardenia, their home, and the place where he wanted to return Danella. “So you don’t rent a permanent room at the tavern?”

“Oh, I have a room. I just don’t spend all my time there.” Danella pivoted on her heels, sauntered forward, and laid her hands on his chest. “I can take you to my cabin if you want, but it’s rather a long way.”

He studied her expression. Why did she suddenly trust him enough to allow him into her private lair? “Can we reach it before dark?”

She slid her arms around his neck and snuggled closer. “We can if you transform into one of your other forms.”

The soft cushion of her breasts hit his chest, and her seductive heat caressed his thigh. He clasped his hands over her waist, and the blood rushing from his head to his groin left only one thought on his mind. Was this a trap?

“Are you transforming, too?” He held her close and squashed her attempts to wiggle free.

“Yes, but we don’t have time to dawdle. Night is almost upon us, and I need to undress.” She stepped out of his arms and back a few paces, laying her hands on the string holding her bustier together. “I discovered a hiding place near here where I stash my clothes.”

He followed the quick action of her fingers as she loosened her clothes. His blood raced through his veins in anticipation of viewing her luscious breasts. “And what animal do you usually change into?”

She tugged her blouse from the waistband of her skirt. “It varies. If I’m in a hurry, I usually chose a hawk or falcon and take to the sky. Otherwise, I might choose a coyote or jaguar so I can prowl a little on the way.”

When she dropped her shirt to the ground, he marveled at the creamy white swell of her breasts. The rosy tips drawn in tight peaks spoke not only of her arousal but the cool air surrounding them.

He automatically reached for her, but she avoided his touch by stepping back, then shoved her skirt down her legs. After shedding the multi-colored fabric, she wore only a pair of black, lace-up boots. “If you want to make it to my cabin before the light disappears, you better remove your clothes, too.”

The sight of her exquisite body held him prisoner. Full plump breasts lead to a narrow waist then widened into the round curve of her hips. The light bush between her legs revealed her natural blonde hair color. He smiled and grabbed her around the waist. “And what if I can’t wait until then to claim you?”

A sly grin kissed her lips before a tiny pop broke the silence between them. The smooth texture of her skin changed into the soft caress of feathers as she shrank. The tantalizing aroma of her transformation filled his loins with a barbaric thirst for sex.

A loud call pulled his gaze skyward as a hawk soared above his head. Words filtered through his head. Do you know the hawk’s waltz?

He recalled the mating rituals performed above the trees and envisioned the joy of flying.

After a small hop, he flapped his wings and raced after her. With their destination unknown to him, she quickly outdistanced him. He sped through the air and slowly closed the gap between them. Yes.

The wind rushing over his feathers fought to cool his carnivorous hunger, but the brief teasing fragrance of her lust continued to feed his desire. The sun, escaping the pursuit of the night beast, fell below the horizon. Red, yellow, and purple lights filled the evening sky.

Why flee? he called.

Her answer stroked his thoughts. Oh, but if you can’t catch me, what kind of pleasure could you really give me?

Inflamed by her words and the fire burning through his loins, he soared higher and charted the circles she drew beneath his flight’s course.

Marking her position, he took a steep dive through the center of her path and then moved in a sharp angle upwards. He repeated the maneuver several times, coming closer and closer to her until his wing brushed hers. On his climb back to the heavens, he grabbed her talons.

Interlock in a spiraling fall, her hoarse raspy cry echoed around him. The ache in his cock intensified. How much longer would she make him wait?

Seeing the ground rising up at an incredible rate, he released his grip and pumped his wings to rocket back into the endless abyss above.

A screech followed his ascent.

No more games, he echoed back.

After leveling off, he glanced at the ground. Her hawk form contorted and transformed into her human shape.
Don’t keep me waiting. She walked toward a log cabin nestled among the trees and disappeared inside.


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