Hansel and the Witches Brother Chapter 3

The sunlight that woke Hansel was wrong somehow. It should have been coming from the far side of the room, not shining directly on him. And he never remembered his bed being this large, or soft.

Suddenly he came to, remembering the events of the previous afternoon. He sat up in bed, stared out the window to see sunlight casting down through the trees and moisture on the panes. He had been asleep all afternoon, night and it was now the next morning.

It was then that he realized he was naked under the sheets. Looking around, he didn't see his clothing; all that met him was a clatter of pots from the next room. He slowly crawled out of bed and moved toward the doorway, peering around to find its source.

The first thing Hanzel saw was the man's enormous ass. He was naked, bending over to stir a pot that was hanging in front of the fireplace. He must have sensed Hanzel staring, calling out, "Like what you see?"

Hanzel's face reddened. "Um, where are my clothes?"

"Hanging up next to mine in the sun." the man straighten up and turned. Hanzel couldn't help but drink in the sight of the man. His enorumous torso covered in a soft layer of dark hair. As he walked over to him, Hanzel took a step back, feeling suddenly self-conscious. But as the man wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close against his belly, all of Hanzel's doubts melted away. He felt safe in this strangers arms, safer than he has felt in a long, long time.

"Moring little rabbit. How are you feeling?"

Hanzel's heart fluttered at the man's touch, "I feel... good," he murmured, his voice soft as he looked up into the man's eyes. "But I don't even know your name."

The man chuckled, his grip on Hanzel tightening for a moment before he released him. "My name is Nikolai," he said, his voice low and smooth. "And you, my little rabbit, are welcome to stay here as long as you like."

Hanzel's heart skipped a beat at the implication in Nikolai's words, but he couldn't deny the appeal of the offer. What was left for him in his village besides stares and muttering?

"I think I'd like that." Hanzel replied, "I do have some things I'd need to take from my place in the village, but I'd very much like to leave that life behind."

"Behind, you say?" Nikolai reached down and squeezed Hanzel's ass. Hanzel cried out.

"Now," Nikoli returned to stirring the pot. " Head out to the well and give yourself a quick scrub over. I'll have these oats ready when you're done. Hope you like lots of honey and butter."

The village center is a large oak tree surrounded by a small market. From afar it was like a woodcutter's dream. Quaint, thatched houses, a stone well and small gardens surrounding it. A steady stream of villagers walk about about on business, but Hanzel's eyes were fixed on his own home. It was a small, rundown cottage on the outskirts of the village, where he'd lived alone since his parents' passing. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as he gazed upon it, knowing that he was leaving it all behind.

Taking a deep breath, Hanzel made his way towards his home, moving past the usual stares and whispers of the villagers. As he reached his doorstep, he paused for a moment to take one last look, before pushing open the door.

The inside of Hanzel's home was bare and spartan. Half the room was set up with his racks for making leather.The other half was made up of a small bed and a wooden chest that held his few possessions. However, there was one item in particular that he had to take with him. It was a small, wooden carving of a rabbit that his father had made for him when he was young. He quickly located the carving and placed it in a small satchel along with a few other things and clothes.

As he prepared to leave, he was startled by a loud knock on the door. He hesitated for a moment before opening it, only to find the village priest standing on the other side.

Upon seeing his thin frame in those brown robes,Hanzel felt his blood boil. Years of bullying from villagers and this man did nothing but bless the marriages of his abusers while preaching love.

"Good day, Hanzel," the priest said, his voice laced with his usual distain and suspicion. "It was past along to me that no one saw you return from the forest last night.I saw it as part of my holy duties to make sure that no harm has come to you."

"I'm fine, Father," Hanzel said, his voice low and hesitant. "I tracked a family of deer for quite a ways into the forest, and had to spend the night."

"I see," the priest said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the bag over his shoulder. "And where are you off to in such a hurry?"

Hanzel hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. He decided on half truth. "I finally got a huge buck, and it was too big for me to carry back myself. I'm headed back to it to skin and smoke the meat."

"You spend too much time in those wicked woods, Hanzel."The priest spat the words with venom, his eyes flashing with disapproval. "It's no place for a good Christian like yourself. You should be spending more time in the church, praying for your sinful ways."

Hanzel adjusted the bag on his back and walked out the door, purposely bumping the priests shoulder as he did so. "Tell my sister thanks for actually pretending to care about me."

The priest was not done. Hanzel walked back through the village with him at his heels, never letting up on his rant about God. Heads turned to monitor their progress.

"You must tend to your immortal soul, least it should burn for all eternity in the everlasting fire. Mark my words, thanks to your sister you survived one of the devils whores when you were a lad, but you continue to risk everything by returning time and time again to those woods."

Nikolai strolled out from the edge of the woods to meet Hanzel. The priest stopped in mid-sentence at the sight of him, but regained his composure quickly. "And who might you be, sir?" the priest asked, his tone now polite.

"I am Nikolai," he said, his voice low and confident. "And I am simply a traveler passing through."

The priest nodded, eyeing Nikolai with suspicion before turning back to Hanzel. "Remember my words, Hanzel. You can never escape the eyes of God."

Hanzel simply nodded, eager to be away from the priest's presence. He and Nikolai walked away, leaving the village and the priest behind.

"Is he always like that?" Nikolai asked, his tone curious.

Hanzel shook his head. "No, he's usually worse. He's always thought I was tainted ever since surviving the witch, since I ate so much of her food."

Nikolai chuckled. "Lets get home little rabbit."

They strolled at a leisuly pace through the woods, slow enough to chat. Hanzel found himself doing a lot of the talking, but he had never really had someone who listened to him so well. Eventually, they came to a small stream and found a boulder to stop and rest. Nikolai brought out a flask of wine and bread and cheese. Hanzel's eyes lit up at the sight of the food. He reached for a piece of cheese, savoring the rich flavor as it melted in his mouth.

"Where did you learn to make cheese like this?" Hanzel asked, his curiosity piqued.

Nikolai grinned. "Magic," and winked at him.

Hanzel took another bite of the cheese, "So you are like your sister, you're a wizard?"

"Yes, little rabbit. Except I'm not interested being cooped up in castle libraries waiting for a king to complain about every boil or wart on his royal dick." he raised a hand and a bee appeared and landed on his thumb. "I much prefer to be around these little guys." The bee took off, and they both followed it's flight until it disappeared into the green light of the woods.

Nikolai took a swig from the wineskin. "How are you feeling, little rabbit?"

Hanzel adjusted his shirt, "I'm good, ready to go?"

"In a bit, There's something I want to do first." Nikolai moved his hand to hanzels leg, and squeezed softly. instanly, Hanzel found a lump growing in his trousers.

Nikolai smiled knowingly, his fingers traveling higher and higher. Hanzel bit his lip as he felt Nikolai's breath on his neck. His fingers danced across his chest, feeling every curve and every muscle. Hanzel shivered as he felt his lips press into his neck, and then to his ear.

"I think I've waited long enough," Nikolai said, his mouth now near Hanzel's ear. His voice was low, but urgent.

"What are you talking about? It's only been a day," Hanzel replied, feeling confused.

"A whole day? Really?" Nikolai feigned surprise, and then leaned in closer. "We should have done it in front of the priest."

Hanzel felt his cock grow even harder. He found himself moving his hips upward.

"In a few minutes, little rabbit," Nikolai said, his voice husky and lusty, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "A few minutes."

And with that, Nikolai grabbed Hanzel's chin and brought his lips down on his in a deep kiss. Hanzel could taste the sweet wine on his lips as his tongue probed harder and deeper into his mouth. Hanzel felt a hand at his knee and opened his legs for him.

Nikolai moved closer, his hand wriggling its way into Hanzel's pants, until he found his cock. His large fingers delicately pulled down his trousers, and he felt Nikolai's finger slide inside. He gasped as he sent his hand under his shirt and felt his chest. His fingers found one of his nipples and he rolled it between his fingers.

Hanzel's moans were getting louder as Nikolai's fingers moved further and further down his body. His mouth and lips were all over his neck, his tongue licking into his ear. His hand was now up to his nipple, playing with it as he gripped his cock tight.

Hanzel's moans were low, coming from deep within his throat. He felt Nikolai's fingers leave him and the sound of Nikolai's pants coming down. His lips found his again, as Nikoai lay Hanzel down on the boulder. He raised his head and saw that Nikolai's cock was long, thick and pointing towards him.

"Are you scared, little rabbit?" Nikolai said, his voice low in Hanzel's ear. Hanzel nodded, his own cock now throbbing with excitement.

He moaned as he felt Nikolai's cock press into his ass. Still loose from yesterday, Hanzel could feel himself relax and ready for it. He felt Nikolai rub his cock along his ass, and he moaned, needing it. He wanted it so much, and Nikolai was needing it too. Leaning down, he used his bodyweight to press it in.

"Ah yes, little rabbit, feel this," Nikolai's voice was in his ear, as he pushed further and further inside of him.

"Yes, yes," Hanzel moaned, loudly.

"Yes, you want it all, don't you, little rabbit?"

"Yes, all of it, please," Hanzel gasped, feeling his cock throb.

Yielding to his needs, Hanzel tensed his muscles and watched as his cock slid deep inside of him. He bit his lip, trying to remain quiet. Nikolai pulled out almost completely and then rammed back in.

"Ah, yes," Nikolai moaned, his voice husky and deep. His lips were on Hanzel's ear again, this time licking in a circle, his tongue flicking in and out. Hanzel moaned as he felt Nikolai's heat inside of him. His fingers gripped his own cock and he stroked it fiercely. His hips were thrusting back and forth uncontrollably, his cock throbbing in his hand.

Their groans filled the forest, and both could not hold out for long. Soon, Hanzel moaned and came onto his belly, a small streak of white. Nikolai moaned deeply, and with a last few thrusts, shoved himself hard against Hanzel. He could feel Nikolai twich inside of him and a growing warm pressure. Slowly, Nikolai pulled himself out.

They both stripped themselves down to nothing, and washed themselves as best they could in the shin-high stream.

"Sex is...something else." Hanzel spoke without thinking, to which Nikolai roared with laughter.

"Oh, is that all it is?" Nikolai tied his pants back on, "Let the poets know there is a new phrase to describe such an experience."

Hanzel laughed. Dressed, they continued on their journey. As the sun began to set, the white frosted rooftop appeared through the trees. As they approached, Hanzel saw that three brown patches of color he assumed were trees or bushes began to take shape.

"Nikolai?"

"There's no need for worry." Nikolai replied, and he stepped boldly out from the trees to face the three bears that were sniffing at their gingerbread house.