The Trial of a Witch
October 13, 1685, New York
Obadiah and Elsbeth hit it off right away. He did not ask anything about her history or inquire why she was in New York. The witch did not believe in miracles or blessings, but if she did, she would have counted his lack of curiosity as such.
He was a man of few words which was fine with Elsbeth. Rather, Obadiah was a man of action—repeated actions all involving his magnificent cock. All that he requested was that Elsbeth avail herself to him regularly. She had no problem with that as long as she did not have to reveal her true nature to the human. Some secrets were better not shared. And the witch had plenty.
“Elsbeth.” He slapped her bare ass and pulled the bed covers over them. “Come wit’ me to Falls Creek.”
She rested her head against his broad chest. “And, what is this Falls Creek you speak of?”
“Tis whither I calleth home.” Obadiah spoke in a far-off tone as he ran a finger down her spine, sending delightful shivers through her. “I would like it if thee came wi’ me.”
“And how far hence is thy home?” Honestly, she had not considered what her next move would be. Elsbeth was comfortable with the man. If he wanted her to come with him, she would go, but he would have to earn the privilege.
“T’will take the group a day and a half to reach the settlement.”
Elsbeth sat up, clutching the sheet to her full breasts. “Group? Thee hath said nothing about a group.”
“I am to lead the latest pilgrims to Falls Creek. They came in on the Dixon.”
“Damn!” Going with Obadiah meant traveling with those puritanical zealots again. It was something Elsbeth would rather not endure, but she enjoyed his company too much to refuse.
“What is the matter?”
She smiled sweetly and lied, “I be a fool. I am so delighted that thou hast asked me to travel with thee that I bit mine own tongue.”
The human stared into her starling-blue eyes before grinning. “I take that as a yes?”
“Yes, Obadiah. I shalt go with thee.”
Life was surprisingly good—but boring—in the settlement. Obadiah provided Elsbeth with a small cabin on the island and took care of all of her needs. In exchange, Elsbeth was expected to perform certain chores—primarily cooking, sewing, spinning, and tending to the children of the villagers as needed. Attending church services and lessons were other requirements of life in the village.
The married women thought that hard work was imperative for someone like Elsbeth. It would train her in the way to go when she found a husband. What they did not realize was that their spouses were sneaking glimpses at the single female. The widowers in the settlement constantly propositioned Elsbeth to meet them behind a building. For once, she did not partake in such randy offers. The witch, finally happy, simply smiled sweetly and refused them all.
Obadiah was the only man Elsbeth allowed to touch her. She was completely oblivious to her actions, which was to be her ultimate downfall. She had forgotten the one thing Dame Mother had warned against—never giving thine heart to a man. The witch was content with her life and Obadiah. Never once did she complain when the man claimed he could not see her during the day.
“My days art filled with church business,” Obadiah said late one evening—the only time he came to the cabin. “It would only bore thee. Besides, I would much rather bed thee by the light of the moon.”
Elsbeth smiled broadly like a young maiden. “I have had mine fill of church. The endless sermons on Sundays are bad enough.”
The woman despised the boisterous clergy and boring lessons, which she found comical. It was more than any witch should have to endure. She had no desire to spend more of her time listening to church affairs.
“But I would like to see more of thee,” Elsbeth said as she tangled her fingers in his chest hair. “Perhaps when thy are done with business?”
Obadiah caressed her smooth cheek. Undoubtedly, her beauty astounded him. He might even have wondered about how she managed to stay so youthful. Recently, the man had noticed a new spattering of gray hairs upon his head.
“This is for the best, Elsbeth. People would sully thy reputation. Single women art not—”
“I know. I know,” she said with a hint of disappointment. One of the many lessons Elsbeth had received warned against single women frolicking with men before marriage.
Obadiah suddenly had an idea—something that would keep Elsbeth in his bed for a wee bit longer. “As soon as I come into mine inheritance, I shalt marry thee. I shalt build thee a worthy home too and get thee off thine island.”
Her heart swelled. Obadiah spoke the words she had waited so long to hear. He made her happy, and he loved her. With that assurance, Elsbeth continued to take care of the man.
When Obadiah arrived on her doorstep, she always had a late supper prepared for him. After he ate, Elsbeth would lie with him. When they were both sated, they would lay side by side in the light of the moon for about an hour before he had to leave. It was the same routine each and every night.
Elsbeth was content.
Until she was not.
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