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Great Power Comes in Many Witches - Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2023-12-28 22:00:02 +0000 UTCAnd here's chapter five! This will be the last chapter for the week, but expect several new chapters on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday of next week, as well as an update to WWDtS and LiFS. Enjoy!
A second after the High Lord finally vanished from the head table, I moved. Everyone was distracted, witches slumped on the ground and wizards breathing heavily and trying to regain their composure. I wouldn’t get a better chance than this.
The red-head was lying on her side so I had to bend over in my seat to reach her “I am Severin Victus, and I am your new coven lord,” I whispered harshly in the young witch’s ear.
She visibly stiffened, and I could almost feel her confusion warring with her training. This was not what she’d been told was supposed to happen, and yet here was a wizard declaring himself to be her new lord, just like she knew was supposed to happen. This wasn’t the time or the place, nor was I the wizard that she’d been told a scant few days ago would be her master, but she knew the words and had been taught time and time again that it was her duty, her fate, to submit.
The wizard beside me hadn’t even noticed what was happening when her training clearly won out. “This humble witch is honored by your attention. I am unbound, untouched, and untainted. This one is called Grace. It would be this worthless one’s privilege to serve, oh coven lord.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, but it did the trick. I could feel the ancient compact stir around us, and I was certain that others in the room could too, though hopefully it would be some time before they realized what precisely was happening.
“Then come. I take you into my service. May you serve me forever in body and mind. May your strength become my strength. May you live as I live and die as I die.” There. It was only a matter of time now. As long as we exchanged the rest of the words and I fucked her properly within the next few hours she was mine, and this way no one else could attempt to bind her for at least a few more hours past that. In fact, I could already see the nascent bond forming between us, just as one had formed between Daphne and me the moment we’d begun the ritual.
Before the witch, Grace apparently, could do or say anything, I continued. “Do not move, speak, or give any indication of what is happening,” I hissed. “After dinner is over, lose the idiot and come to 27B-89. Nod once if you understand.”
She did so and I quickly pulled away, straightening in my seat as though nothing had happened. Having been hit particularly hard by the High Lord’s presence, the idiot didn’t seem to have noticed anything, and while there were a number of people looking around the room with keen eyes, no one was looking directly at me. Not yet at least. I was very thankful the ancient compact’s attention was so diffuse––even to my senses the person it was focusing on could have been any number of people in the back-left quarter of the room.
The next hour passed almost glacially, each minute dragging on and on. Almost as soon as the High Lord had finished, a legion of feline beastkin and pink-skinned lilin flooded into the room carrying silver trays laden with food and drink. They all wore matching brown collars and ankle cuffs connected by a chain just long enough to allow them short, hobbled steps and little more.
Hors d'oeuvres came first, one tiny slice of toasted bread piled high with an elaborate spread of stuff. I didn’t recognize any of it, though I suspected the little balls were caviar and the white stuff might have been some kind of fancy cheese? I didn’t really know, nor particularly care. It came on a positively gigantic square plate and tasted amazing.
Next was soup. My oversized plate was taken away and replaced by a small bowl of cold, bright-orange pureed soup. This time, a second beastkin stopped beside me and silently gestured down towards Daphne. When I gave her permission, she poured a thin layer of the same soup into Daphne’s bowl from a big pitcher, then bowed and hurried away.
Once again, I had no idea what it was, but it tasted good. Daphne also seemed to like it, though I made sure to wave over another of the servants to fill her cup with water just in case.
Two more courses––more delicious bread, this time layered with slices of cured meat, and then a salad with tomatoes, onions, and cucumbers––and nearly thirty minutes later, they finally brought out what I assumed to be the main course.
I was served an artfully positioned roast rib––lamb probably––surrounded by tiny pieces of different vegetables arranged in a half-moon. Daphne got a bowl full of brown sludge that looked about as appetizing as a dog turd, but was probably packed with all the nutrients and vitamins a young witch needed. Judging from the look on her face as she dug in, she was both very familiar with her meal and it tasted just as bad as it looked.
By that point, at least a few people had clearly identified me as the source of the earlier disturbance, but no one had said anything to me yet. Our seats were all distributed a fair-distance apart along the very long, very wide table, making conversation rather difficult. I had exchanged a bare handful of words with the wizard across from me, and that was about it.
Next came dessert in the form of something I finally did recognize. The small slice of cheesecake was the best I’d ever had and came with a single, perfect strawberry perched delicately on top of a whipped–cream rose. Daphne got another glass of water to wash down her slop and a silent apology from me.
My skin felt prickly and raw, untamed energy coursing through my veins as the ancient compact continued to buzz around me like a swarm of bees. Every passing moment left me more and more on edge and I could feel the compact’s impatience like a hot iron held mere millimeters away from my neck. It had been nearly an hour since I’d invoked its power, and yet neither I nor Grace had done anything to finish the deal, and it clearly didn’t like that.
From the look of it, Grace had it even worse. She had grown increasingly twitchy throughout dinner and had barely managed to finish her own bowl of sludge. I could see her head begin to turn towards me every few seconds, then snap back towards the ground.
Finally, when I was just about ready to simply grab the redhead beside me and fuck her right here on the table regardless of the consequences, the last course came out and people began to rise from their seats and start to leave the great hall. I palmed the penny-sized macaroon on my plate and stood up, giving Grace a sharp look as Daphne hurriedly rose to her feet as well. Hopefully ‘her’ wizard wouldn’t linger––I didn’t want to put this off any longer than we had to.
In the end, it turned out that I needn't have worried. Despite leaving the great hall after I had, the redhead was actually waiting for me outside my room when Daphne and I finally made it up. Either she knew some manner of shortcut or she’d sprinted the entire way. Possibly both.
She knelt silently by my door, the collar she’d been wearing before conspicuously absent and her eyes blazing with need. “Good work,” I praised, pressing my palm against the center of the door to open it. “Let’s get you taken care of properly. I can’t believe someone invited to attend Aglakok could be so stupid, though I don’t know what that says about you seeing as you were the most compatible witch for an idiot like him.” I mumbled the last part, but Grace clearly heard me anyway.
“I don’t know, sir. I’m sorry sir.”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, I’m sure I’ll figure out something to do with you.” I patted her head, then leaned down to slap her shapely ass. I was rather curious about what exactly had happened between them that had resulted in her unbound status, but that could wait. The ancient compact’s presence had grown into a looming weight and delaying even a moment longer seemed like a bad idea.“Now up! On the bed.”
Grace eagerly clambered up onto my bed, then lay down on her back and kicked her legs up beside her head, holding them in place with her arms, presenting both her soaking wet slit and puckered rosebud all at once. Daphne didn’t need to be told what to do. She quickly got to work, efficiently stripping me out of my school uniform.
I cleared my throat. “Right, where were we?” I breathed in, letting the magic of the compact flow through me and guide my words. “Then come.” I said solemnly. “I take you into my service. May you serve me forever in body and mind. May your strength become my strength. May you live as I live and die as I die.”
Grace slumped back slightly as the magic’s attention shifted to her. “So you say and so it shall be,” she hurriedly finished, nearly stumbling over the words, but only nearly. “May this witch be of service to you forevermore.”
Soundless thunder boomed in my ears and Grace flinched back before quickly resuming her earlier position. Daphne didn’t seem to have heard anything, briskly removing the last of my clothing until I was left standing naked in front of my bed, my cock rock-hard as I considered my options.
Pussy or ass, pussy or ass. It was a hard question. Grace’s pussy was quite different from Daphne’s. Where Daphne had plump, meaty outer lips that hid the precious flower between them from view, Grace barely had any outer lips to speak of, leaving her slit fully exposed and on display.
Well, variety was the spice of life, right? Daphne had explicitly asked that I avoid going ass to mouth with her and I cared about my first witch far more than I did this random girl that had all but fallen into my lap.
I took a step forward and spent a few moments rubbing my cock up and down Grace’s slit, each brush against her prominent clitoris drawing whimpering moans from her lips. She was rather loud, louder than Daphne at least, and I hadn’t even started fucking her yet!
Once I had gathered what felt like a sufficient amount of lubrication––which wasn’t hard given just how wet she already was––I guided my cock down and pressed the tip firmly against her waiting anus. Grace stiffened slightly, then pushed back against me, seemingly doing her best to force herself down my shaft.
I smiled, wrapped my hands around her slender waist, my fingers nearly touching over her belly button, and without any further warning slammed my hips forward, burying nearly three inches of my throbbing shaft in a single thrust.
Grace cried out, her voice echoing loudly off the bare stone walls of my room. I didn’t bother giving her any time to acclimate, instead only adjusting my grip slightly as I pushed even deeper into her hot, tight ass.
She felt amazing around me, her inside gripping and squeezing my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Her ass felt slightly different than Daphne's had. There was the obvious of course, Grace had a slimmer, lither build than Daphne, with a smaller ass and breasts to match. Perhaps it was simply a difference in lubrication, but I decided that Daphne’s ass had felt better.
Grace was certainly much louder than Daphne had been, her moans and cries filling the room with an endless cacophony. I didn’t dislike it per se, it was satisfying to elect such a reaction from the gorgeous witch beneath me, but well, my ears had certainly preferred Daphne’s more subdued moans.
It took some time, but eventually I developed a good rhythm, pulling nearly fully free of Grace’s greedy, clinging asshole before slamming all the way back in with a single hard thrust. Each thrust shook Grace’s entire body, making her medium-sized breasts bounce alluringly and drawing yet another echoing cry of pleasure from her throat.
I didn’t last much longer after that. My hips slapped loudly against Grace’s buttocks as I bottomed out inside her and my hands slid up her smooth belly to maul at her breasts as I flooded her ass with my first load of the night.
My climax and attention to her breasts pushed Grace over the edge as well, her legs thrashing in the air and her cunt convulsing as she cried out as yet another orgasm washed over her. I waited a moment, then pulled out with a soft pop, a trickle of sticky white cum starting to leak out from Grace’s weakly gaping anus.
My legs were starting to get tired from all the walking and standing I’d done today, so for the next part I hopped up on my bed beside Grace and gave her pale, flushed breasts a slap to get her attention. “No time for that now, you still have work to do,” I told her firmly.
Grace whined pitifully, but mostly complied, rolling over onto her belly and resting her face on my bare thigh. “Up!” I commanded more sharply this time. She looked rather cute like that, particularly with her ass sticking up in the air and her pale, freckled face flushed until each tiny dot stood out sharply against the pink background of her skin, but that wasn’t enough of a reason to go easy on her. “If I don’t feel your lips wrapped around my cock in ten seconds you’ll be lucky to get fucked again by the end of the year!”
That certainly got her moving. She wiggled around, getting her knees up under her and then sat up slightly. Bracing one arm down on the bed beside her, she skillfully wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and got to work.
Once again, her skills were unimpressive compared to my precious Daphne. I'd really lucked out––well, it wasn’t really luck that had brought her to me, was it––when I’d gotten such a wonderful witch as my first bond. However the show she was putting on was really something.
She bobbed and licked, her big, round green eyes peering up at me through a curtain of fiery-red bangs. I’d been wrong before, she was unbelievably cute like this, particularly with the way she was wiggling her perky backside with every movement, making my cock twitch and throb inside her hot mouth.
Once she was done lavishing the first few inches of my cock with attention, she used her free hand to brush her long hair back behind one ear and then smoothly deepthroated my entire length in a single stroke.
I instantly had to reassess my hasty conclusion about her blowjob skills. Her small mouth had really been holding her back, only fitting half of what Daphne could manage. Now though, the advantages of her tiny, tight throat were really starting to shine. I could visibly see my cock distending her neck as she expertly bobbed up and down my length.
I leaned back, groaning loudly as I braced myself on my arms to stop myself from simply collapsing back onto my bedsheets. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Daphne kneeling on a mat off to one side of the room, her eyes glued to the point where my cock had vanished down Grace’s throat and her hands twitching as she barely resisted the urge to play with herself.
I was not surprised when less than five minutes later I felt my second climax approaching. “I’m close,” I grunted, more interested in seeing what Grace was going to do than slamming her head down on my cock and simply flooding her belly. Through it all I had been keeping an eye on the countless threads of mana growing all along Grace’s body and the binding seemed completely on track despite our earlier delay, so I didn’t think it was going to be a problem.
Grace nodded once in acknowledgement without pausing for a single moment. She shifted slightly and the hand she had been using to hold herself up shifted to gently play with my sack even as she intensified her other efforts. Her tongue slurped loudly up and down my shaft and her throat felt like it was milking my cock as she swallowed every last inch of it until her button nose was rubbing against my pelvis.
My cock swelled, stretching her tiny throat out to the limit. She pulled back smoothly just in time to catch the first spurt of hot cum in her waiting mouth, her other hand already there to start pumping my spit-slicked shaft. Her soft hands felt amazing around me, her slender fingers unable to wrap fully around my girth but making a valiant effort of it nonetheless.
The second spurt filled her mouth and then she withdrew fully to let the rest of my climax paint her face and waiting breasts white. Only once I was fully spent did she move back, resting her butt on her heels as she proudly showed off the ropes of cum decorating her perky breasts and leaving her pale skin even whiter than before.
I could admit that it was a rather excellent view, and, judging from the way Daphne was eyeing Grace like a piece of meat, I was rather looking forward to watching my first witch lick every inch of her body clean.
For that to happen however, I needed to finish this, and with the weight of the ancient compact pressing down on me I needed no more encouragement to keep things moving. Sitting up, I grabbed Grace around the waist like I’d been holding her as I fucked her ass and bodily lifted her off the bed. Grace squeaked as I deposited her in my lap, my shaft pressed between our bodies and extending up to her belly button.
If not for the thick layer of cum covering her lips and filling her mouth, I probably would have kissed her. As it was, I simply lifted her up once again, and this time set her down directly on my shaft.
I held her in place for a single moment and then Grace’s already wide, expressive eyes widened even further as I let go. Her own weight took her virginity, driving three inches of cock into her well-lubricated fuckhole before the girth of my shaft was too much and stopped her descent.
Grace threw her head back and cried out again, her body convulsing as her strongest orgasm of the night washed over her. She had clearly been on a hair-trigger already, and the energy of the ancient compact filling her body left her even more sensitive than a witch usually was.
Retaking my firm grip around her belly, I smoothly slid her body up until she was once more resting just above the tip of my cock and once again let go. This time she managed an entire extra inch before the incredible clenching her pussy was doing around my shaft slowed her body to a stop.
I repeated the move three more times, each pushing her into her next orgasm before the previous one had even fully passed. However, after the third time it seemed like I’d reached the limit of how much cock she could take with just her bodyweight.
The next time I fully withdrew from her quivering pussy, I did not let gravity do all the work. Our hips slammed together as I forcefully dragged her all the way down my shaft, more than doubling my depth in a single motion. Grace’s moans and cries became a cacophony, filling the air with the sounds of her pleasure. The volume was enough to make my ears kind of hurt––I saw many gags in Grace’s future when I wasn’t making use of her throat––but I ignored it, instead focusing on the nearly complete coating of invisible threads of mana wrapping tightly around her body.
I fucked her hard and fast, her breasts bouncing in sync to my thrusts and her head lolling bonelessly as she rode out orgasm after orgasm. After a minute, I shifted our positions, pushing Grace down flat on the bed beneath me with her legs wrapped around my waist as I pounded her into the bed.
Her intended wizard was really missing out. Whatever the future held for the both of us, his loss was my gain and I intended to use the fine cunt beneath me to its fullest potential. As I filled her cunt with cum and slowly pulled out, my cock finally growing limp after all the hard work it had put in today, I sighed in satisfaction as I felt the bond between us snap fully into place.
I shakily climbed off the bed and stretched. Grace was completely out of it on the bed, her loud moans and cries falling silent as sleep took her into its warm embrace. There was now a second flame burning merrily where this morning only a single tiny spark had been present. My dark spot of energy was joined by the brilliant purple of Daphne’s soul and Grace’s blazing red.
Daphne stepped up beside me and I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her tightly in against my side. “One step closer…” I said softly.
“A big step,” Daphne agreed. I caught her eyes flickering between my cock and the cum covering Grace’s chest and leaking out from her red and swollen cunt. Then she took a deep breath and sighed heavily. “I’m glad you got to her first. It's a tragedy what would have happened to her.”
I raised an eyebrow, but now really wasn’t the time to interrogate her. I felt utterly exhausted, my magic utterly spent like a wrung-out towel from binding two witches in the span of a single day. It was typically recommended to avoid more than one binding every three days, though that usually wasn’t a problem just because both witches and coven slots were often the limiting factor, but I had decided that the risks were worth the payout. I was pretty sure that as long as I got plenty of sleep, I would be completely fine by morning.
“You’ll have to tell me about that later,” I said instead. Pushing her towards the bed, I pecked her on the top of the head. “Go, she’s all yours. I’m going to brush my teeth and head to sleep. Wake me up at seven.”
I was out the minute my head touched a pillow less than ten minutes later. My only regret was that I didn’t get to watch the full show of Daphne cleaning Grace’s body with her tongue, her eyes alight with hunger, but that was no problem. I could just recreate the scene as many times as I’d like in the future. They were both mine after all. All mine. The last thing I saw before sleep claimed me was the warm, soothing twinkle of their souls shining deep within my own.
Thank you to Ανόητος Ονειροκρίτης and Magabeast_pro01 for beta reading this story.
Comments
ElricFlairgold
I have to suspect that Grace's wizard was a mundane who didn't mentally adapt fast enough more then just being an idiot, but I guess I'll find out eventually. Though if he was holding on to 'but rape is bad' issues, this really wasn't the time to do it even if he was mundane born and the witches here certainly don't seem to be begrudging the binding. Even if that is due to their upbringing. So if that was the case then idiocy still certainly was involved, thus the use of 'just' in just being an idiot.
Colin Love
Have to say I’m looking forward to this one. I’ve been enjoying WWDtS it’s well written, intricate with compelling characters. Well crafted deeply engaging stories with good sex I’ve found a bit rare in the more imaginative genres. I have high hopes after reading so far. WWDtS takes it self seriously while having fun going through some dark topics with a hard edge. I can see similarities I like coming into play while a divergence character opens the way up for a different yet enjoyable path. Looking forward to seeing where things go from here.
