I am the witch in the wheat, my enchantment woven through moonlight and surrender. The silvery glow bathes my pale skin, highlighting the curves of my body as I sway amidst the swaying golden stalks. Strands of wheat caress my thighs, entwining like a lover’s touch. Fireflies dance around me, embers of a subtle magic that stirs the air.
My white dress flows like a river of moonbeams, the fabric thin enough to reveal the shadows between my breasts and the triangle of darkness between my thighs. The material seems to shimmer with an inner light, as if my very essence is infused within the cloth. With each step, the fabric clings to my form, outlining the contours of my body in a sensual display.
A lost traveler stumbles into my field, his footsteps faltering as he’s drawn in by the allure of the night. His eyes lock onto mine, and I see the first stirrings of desire and confusion. With a whispered incantation, I summon the essence of the wheat, the soft rustling now a hypnotic rhythm that echoes through the air. The scent of damp earth and ripening grain wafts around him, filling his senses and clouding his mind.
I beckon him closer, my fingers trailing through the wheat as I glide towards him. The stems part like a whispering crowd, revealing my approach. The fireflies surge ahead, their glow illuminating my face as I smile, revealing teeth sharp with intent. The traveler’s breath hitches, and he takes a step forward, then another, until he’s standing before me, ensnared in the spell of the wheat and my enchantment.
My hands reach out, and he surrenders to their touch, his eyes fluttering closed as a shiver runs through him. I guide him down into the soft earth, the wheat cushioning our forms as I straddle his hips. The moon peeks through the leaves above, bathing us in an ethereal glow.
I lean down, my lips brushing his ear as I whisper, “In the light of the moon, in the fields of my wheat, you are mine to claim. Tomorrow, they’ll only find footprints leading deeper into my field—never back out.” With that promise, I claim him as my own, our bodies entwining in a dance as ancient as the earth itself.