Dangerous Magic (13 page)

The comment was insulting. She'd thought of nothing else, but she didn't say so. Lark wished the kind of magic that common folk often ascribed to witches - the power of flight, teleportation and invisibility - were real. Then the two of them could just disappear and start over somewhere else. Then again, if she were that powerful, she wouldn't need Colin.

"I love you."

She looked up. He was looking down at her, and now he was kneeling down as he uttered the words again. "I love you."

"Men spank the women they love?"

"I spank you because I love you," he replied. "How can I keep you safe when you're determined to be so headstrong, Lark. Do you know why I happened to be at your house tonight?"

She shook her head. "I've been watching Lester and his mother all day. I could tell by the way they were talking closely that they were plotting something. I went to tell the magistrate today and he told me he was going to help you escape. Lark, I urged him not to, but he knows you're wrongly convicted. But at the same time he fears the church man." He sighed. "I tried to talk him out of it and thought I'd succeeded. I followed the Pratts here tonight. And then I saw you. Had you not been here I'd have confronted them both. I'd have beaten a confession out of Lester if that's what it would have taken. Now everything's changed."

Lark put her face in her hands. He was right. Anything the Pratts had done would be balanced against her escape. And with Gertrude injured, she'd play her role of poor, frail, pious victim of a witch's enchantments to her benefit.

"What are we going to do?" she asked.

"We're going to get married," he said.

"You don't have to," she said.

"I want to," he replied.

"I want a husband," Lark replied. "If you can be a husband, perhaps. But all I've known is a man who acts like he's my father."

"Sometimes that's what a woman needs," he said, and took her hand and raised her to standing. Having someone warm her bum reminds her that her man's stronger. But I can be tender, too. Here....let me show you."

He tipped her chin up and kissed her then. Lark did not resist, and opened her mouth to his questing tongue. Colin was gentle as his mouth moved to her neck. His hands pushed her chemise over her shoulder, baring her beautiful breasts. He cupped them with his hands and moved his mouth down to encircle first one nipple and then the other in a wet kiss. Lark forgot all about the pain in her bottom and threw her head back, allowing the sensations his touch generated to sweep over her.

No, they weren't married and what they were about to do would be considered a sin in the eyes of the church. But everything she was doing - her very life - as being labeled a sin. Why not sin for love?

Colin undid her skirt and pushed it and the chemise down to the floor. He stood back and looked at her in the lamplight. She was beautiful, her pale skin glowing. Her legs were well-muscled and shapely and her hair hung like a luxuriant auburn mantle. She took his hand and turned to lead him to the bed. Her hair swung as she walked and he could see how he'd marred her white bottom with handprints. His handprints. He felt himself grow hard with the need to possess her.

She sat down and pulled Colin with her, pushing his shirt off as she lay under him. Her small hands roamed his wide, smooth chest. Her fingers traced the muscle. She kissed him again and then let her tongue travel down his neck in a straight line almost to his belly button.

Colin had tumbled a virgin here and there before, and had never seen a woman quite like Lark. She lacked the reticence and modesty of the others he'd been with. She was open and curious, staring at his body in the warm glow when he stood to undress. She smiled at him when he was finally naked. Her hand reached out and encircled the shaft of his veiny cock. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on the head of it. He groaned.

"By the gods, woman," he said. "You're going to set me on fire before I even have a chance to have you."

She smiled and laid back, holding her arms out to him.

Lark laid back and spread her thighs. Again he was struck by the complete openness and ease with which she presented her body. His eyes were drawn to the auburn tuft of fleece between her legs. He leaned over her, gently lowering his body. He could feel her heart pounding when he lowered his head to her breast, but whether it was from apprehension or excitement he could not say.

Colin moved to her breasts again, lingering more on each nipple now as he teased first one rosy peak and then another until they were firm in his mouth. His fingers traveled down between her legs and she opened herself to him. She was wet already. His mouth found hers. He could wait no more. He pushed into her, slowly at first and then quickly. She breathed her response and then moaned as they began to move together. Colin locked his eyes with her green ones and now he understood why anyone would think she was a witch, even if they did not know. Her eyes held him as surely as her arms did. He was completely and hopelessly enchanted by everything about her.

Lark wrapped her legs around him. Her calves and thighs were strong from years of walking in the woods around the cottage. She squeezed him rhythmically with her legs and her pussy until he could contain himself no more. He cried out with her as they climaxed together.

Afterwards he looked into her eyes.

"I will never let you go," he said.

"I know," she replied with a knowing smile.

They lay together for as long as they dared. But they knew time would not stand still. They had to make a decision about what to do next.

Colin was pulling on his pants when he walked to the window. Lark saw him look out, concerned.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Nothing, I...."

But then the door flew open. Men with torches burst in, and behind them was Reverend Fervor.

Lark pulled the blanket up to her neck and glared at him. He glared back, his face filled with rage.

"Harlot!" he cried. "Jezebel! WHORE!"

Colin strode over to the minister, who ducked behind the other men.

"Seize him! This man is to be incarcerated for fortification, and aiding a criminal in escape!"

The men approached Colin, but he stepped up to the first one.

"You want to be the one who lays hands on me, Rufus?" he asked. "You want to arrest me on the word of a stranger? Me, who helped you dig the grave you thought would be necessary last winter to bury your son until Lark here pulled him through his illness?"

He turned to the next man. "What about you, William? You want to answer to this man? Do you think the....good reverend here will be around to help you bring in your crop next year when you're too drunk to do it?"

The men looked down. He turned to the last man, who was looking apprehensively from Colin to the others. "And you, Fred. You're the only man I've ever known who could face down a bear to protect his family. Remember that spring when you drove that large one away from your door while your wife and children cried from fear inside? And yet you stand here in fear and do this man's bidding? And for what? To harm a woman who's never done anything but good for this community."

Rufus lowered his rope.

"He's right. It's not our place."

Fervor pushed through the pack of men and turned. He raised his Bible. "You would heed the word of the devil? He speaks through that witch and her consort. You see them, having laid here together! You would defend a whore?"

"They'd defend their own wives, and I know at least one of them were no more virginal than Lark at the time of their marriage." Colin smiled at the men. "Which one of you wants to cast the first stone?"

Fervor's pale face grew red with anger. More men had showed up, but none moved to arrest the pair. The magistrate was the last one to the house. He pushed through the growing crowd and walked up to Reverend Fervor.

"Gertrude Pratt is not well," he said. "She's taken with a fever and is in great pain." He looked at Lark. "She requests her help."

All eyes were on Lark, and she could see they were all thinking the same thing. Reverend Fervor would not even have come to the village on is quest had not the Pratt's brought hem to their doorstep.

"You lie!" the Reverend said. "That godly woman would never.."

"That godly woman's son let it slip that she broke her hip falling into a hole in Lark's yard," the magistrate said. "It was a hole they were digging. If it's the truth you seek, Reverend, there are other secrets here that need exploring. But for now, a woman is in dire pain and needs help." He turned to Lark. "You don't have to, but the physician has done all he can."

"Of course I'll help," she said. "But first everyone must leave so I can dress."

The men filed out respectfully, except for Fervor. Colin approached him until they were eye level. "You're not in God's house now, you're in mine. And there are two ways out the door. You can walk or you can be thrown."

The reverend's face was dark as he turned and left. Lark smiled and stood, picking up her shed clothes from the floor.

"It's all but over," she said. "I can feel it."

"You trust her?" Colin asked.

"Oh heaven's no," Lark replied. "But I trust the goodness in most people, and we've seen it tonight, thanks to you."

She walked over and kissed Colin on the lips. "You never told me you could perform miracles."

Lark took his hand. "If this goes well, you won't have to marry me."

"I'd like to see you stop me," he laughed.

She turned and they journeyed out of his hut. By the morning, Gertrude Pratt's fever would have broken, but not before she confessed everything in front of the magistrate and Reverend Fervor. The men would have escorted the Reverend out of town with a stern warning that they considered it their Christian duty to protect all the villagers so long as they were good people and good neighbors.

By the time Spring rolled around, Lark's belly was swelling along with the buds on the tree. She and Colin were married by the stream near her cottage under a rose bower. Everyone attended except for the Pratts. But that was just fine with them. And when their son was born just before Summer's end, his birth was celebrated by all.

The End

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