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Witches continuation - commission
🕑 Added 2025-07-15 15:00:15 +0000 UTCAmber kicked off her shoes, latching the creaking wooden door behind her. She huffed as she grabbed a candle from her desk. Despite the evening sun still creeping through her window, she lit it, before returning it to its place.
That day had been a flop. She traveled over an hour to visit a well recommended witch, only to be told she didn’t have the potion she desired. How hard was it to make a stupid potion? Amber opened her dresser. She began to remove her top, when she heard a creak of wood.
She quickly twirled around, eyeing her empty room. She slowly turned back towards the dresser, yet her eyes trailed behind her head, hesitant to dismiss the sound. Her home was an old, single room cabin. It was probably the wind, or the aging logs shifting under their own weight.
Amber removed her top. She tossed it into a bin, before beginning the same process with her skirt. Amber's eyes continued to trace the room. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. She hurried to her window and pulled the shades closed, obscuring the view into a plain beige sheet, lit softly aglow by the setting sun.
She returned to her dresser, quickly kicking off her skirt and tossing it in the bin.
Crreeeak
Amber shot around, eyeing the loud nothing once again.
“Is someone there?” No response. Amber ridiculed herself, feeling heat in her cheeks from talking to the empty room. Amber slipped down her panties, but before they could pass her knees–
“Acck!” Amber grunted, as glowing ropes encircled her body. They retracted through glowing portals, nearly squeezing her breath away as they zigged across her body, tightening like a starving python. “What the–!” Amber’s eyes frantically searched the room for an explanation. As if on queue, a blurry figure began materializing before her: The witch.
She had a purple, skin-tight attire that left little of her curves to the imagination. She had long matching gloves and boots, stretching up her arms and thighs, leaving the only strips of revealed skin at her shoulders and butt, along with her nearly exposed chest, barely covered by the triangle peaks of her outfit. She had flowing locks of deep red hair, topped with a massive purple witch's cap.
“You!” Amber shouted, recognizing her even before her invisibility had fully faded. “Did you follow me home? What the hell!?”
“I did.” The witch’s voice was smooth as honey, completely unfazed by Amber’s aggressive demeanor. “I decided I wasn’t happy with how you treated me today, and came for an apology.”
“Seriously?” Amber burst out laughing. “Why would I apologize to the most overrated witch in the kingdom? You didn’t even have something as simple as a love potion! And I bet the potions you do have are just as disappointing. You’re clearly a hack, looking for some validation.”
Amber laughed again, pushing her air of confidence through. But as she shifted in her binds, their strength became abundantly clear. Would a hack really be able to make such strong conjurations?
“I see.” The witch smiled. The witch summoned a glistening portal, reaching inside and pulling out a small vial. She walked up to the girl, grabbing her cheeks without warning, firmly squeezing to hold her mouth open. “I wanted to give you a chance to apologize, but this works out just as well.”
She poured the vial into Amber’s mouth. Amber squirmed in place, but the glowing ropes and the witch's hand held her firmly in place.
“What the hell was that!?” Amber coughed.
“Just returning the favor.” Amber felt a burning tingle radiate out from her core. Her hands instinctively strained towards it, but they were bound motionless along her sides. Amber's vision faded for a moment, nearly passing out. But as quickly it came, it faded away. She opened her eyes, freezing as her mind tried to process what she saw.
“What the fuck!? Why do I have a dick!?”
“Still think my potions are disappointing?” The witch burst into laughter.
Amber couldn’t peel her eyes from between her legs. She had a cock. Her stomach twisted in fear, but her new appendage was already growing for attention. Amber’s face began to flush as she watched it twitch, growing with each pulse until it was throbbing rock hard.
“Aww, looks like you like your new form.” The witch laughed again. “Well lucky for you, my potions are permanent unless given a counteracting potion, so you’ll have quite a bit of time to enjoy it!”
“Permanent?!” Amber’s stomach quivered. She didn’t want a cock! So why was she starting to leak?
The witch watched as a small bead of precum leaked from her victim’s tip.
“Looks like you’re already ready to cum. Don’t worry, that is exactly the plan.” The witch held out a single finger. Its tip began to glow as she began writing in the air, leaving streaks of glowing runes floating in her wake. “It takes an extreme amount of cum in order to fashion a proper love potion. So much so that they can be difficult to acquire, hence why I was out of stock today. But you’ll be helping out with that from now on. Afterall, not having such a basic potion is an embarrassment. Isn’t that what you said?”
Amber strained against the glowing ropes as the witch approached. She tried to twist out of the way, but she was powerless as the witch rested a finger against the tip of her now throbbing cock. The glowing runes twirled down the witch's hand, spiraling across her cock before affixing themselves into a glowing halo encircling her balls.
A moan slipped out of Amber’s lips as pleasure began boiling in her like an overflowing cauldron. Her eyes rolled back as she thrashed against her binds. Her new cock convulsed as ecstasy coursed through her, and ropes of cum erupted from it.
Amber’s body went limp, suspended from her glowing prison as she moaned with pleasure. It was like nothing she had experienced before. The sensation of cumming through a cock was entirely different, and it was heavenly. She bit her lip as her orgasm slowly began to fade, savoring each and every moment of it.
Without warning, she felt her body clench again. She groaned as her cock throbbed, erupting cum again without so much as a moment's rest.
“Fffuu…” Amber’s head rolled back. It felt just as intoxicating. Her toes gripped into her wooden floor as rope after rope escaped her. Her entire body tingled with pleasure. She was barely able to open her eyes to notice the witch was holding a glass vial at the tip of her cock, collecting her copious amounts of cum with a grin, before sealing it in with a cork.
“Mmfff!” Amber moaned as another orgasm began. This time, the pleasure was almost overwhelming. Each orgasm was pure pleasure, but they were building on each other. Back to back to back. And with each orgasm beginning before the previous was fully finished, she felt her sensitivity slowly heightening. The intensity slowly creeping up.
“That’s enough for now.” The witch stored the cum filled vial back within her portal. Amber sighed. Finally. She was actually beginning to get a bit–
Amber’s core clenched as her body erupted into another orgasm. Her body tried to curl under the pleasure, but her magical binds kept her upright, squirming with pleasure.
“Y-you said e-enough.” Amber could barely string her words together, her voice faltering with each spurt of pleasure leaking from her cock. “S-top themmm!” With no vial, ropes of cum began splattering across her floor.
“No.” The witch smiled sadistically. “Curses are a lot of work to cast and break, so it’ll be much easier to just leave it on.” Amber’s eyes widened with horror for a moment, before quickly rolling back with the pleasure of another growingly intense orgasm. “But don’t worry, I wouldn’t let all this cum go to waste!”
The witch began writing runes once again. Her finger traced the border of Amber's room, sticking glowing sigils to the walls as she slowly encircled them. With a snap of her finger, the runes ignited across the woods surface, forming a complete bright pink barrier before quickly fading.
“I’ve placed your home inside a pocket dimension. Within it, time flows differently. You won’t grow hungry or thirsty or even have the need to sleep! And cum will stay perfectly fresh until it’s needed. The only downside is… you can’t leave.”
Amber could barely listen. Dozens of streaks of cum plastered her floor, as dribbles leaked down her balls and across her legs. She couldn’t think. All there was was pleasure. All encompassing pleasure. Her mind fogged as she drowned in it. Her body ached for a break, but all it received was orgasms, each growing more and more intense as her body's sensitivity heightened.
“Ple-e-eease!” Amber groaned through stuttered convulsions, but the witch had no mercy to spare her. Only a sadistic smile, before she vanished from the room.
–
The witch reappeared in the now vacant lot of land which had once held Amber’s home. She reached within her storage portal and pulled out a glowing pink gem on the end of a necklace. She held it to her eye, peering inside. Her eyes glowed, allowing her to pull back the veil of reflected light across the gems surface and see her new pet squirming as cum continued spurting from her like an endless spring.
She pulled out a new empty vial. She held the gem above it, before squeezing it as she would a sponge. As she did, the cum plastering the floors of Amber's house swirled from the ground and out the door, leaking out of the gem and filling the vial. The witch smiled.
“Who's overrated now?”
–
Time was meaningless to Amber. Her entire world was mind numbing pleasure and a never ending stream of convulsions and cum. She had no idea how many times she had covered her room in cum and had it magically drained away. Or how accustomed her body had become to the feeling of perpetually hot cum streaking down her skin. She was so entirely consumed by her new state of being, she didn’t even notice the witch reappear in her room.
“How’ve you enjoyed the last three weeks?” The witch was barely audible over Amber's ceaseless moaning. “I’ve had a blast. I’ve made a fortune in love potions. No other witch can keep up with my endless well of fresh cum that keeps my potions constantly in stock. It’s been amazing!”
Amber could barely keep her eyes on the witch. For a moment her mind clung onto her words, before they were purged by another convulsing wave of cum.
“Unfortunately, all the witches of the kingdom have been summoned to the capital for a meeting. It’s a fairly long journey, and I won’t be able to sell any potions while I’m traveling. So if I left you cumming all this time, I’d have too much cum stockpiled than I would ever know what to do with!”
A flicker of hope lit Amber’s eyes.
“So for the time being, we’ll have to stop that.” The witch began drawing runes in the air once again. She reached down and pressed a finger to Amber’s throbbing, cum-leaking cock. The runes spiraled off her hand and circled the tip of Amber’s cock. And for the first time in weeks, the convulsions stopped.
Amber whimpered with relief, letting her gratitude leak through her entire being. Her pride had drowned in cum weeks ago. But before she had time to appreciate the end to her endless pleasure, she felt her body bubble up for another orgasm.
She groaned at the thought of cumming again. But just as she was about to cum, her body seized, choking the orgasm in its place just before she erupted across the floor.
Before the edge had a chance to fade away, her body exploded with arousal once again, doing everything in its power to push over the edge. But again, it stopped perfectly.
Amber whimpered as her hand shot to her cock. Without even thinking, she began stroking furiously as precum spewed from her throbbing cock in the cum’s stead. She strained and clenched, trying to force herself across the edge, but she couldn’t. She was stuck, her arousal smashing her against the edge over and over like waves trying to surpass a rocky cliff.
“Wh-what did you do to me!?” Amber screamed, unable to pull her hand from her cock, still furiously stroking as she looked to the witch. The witch let out a sadistic cackle.
“I told you, removing a curse is a lot of work! So I simply added a second which prevents someone from cumming. Of course, experiencing two conflicting curses must be intense, but that’s not really my problem. I’m sure I’ll undo the curses. Eventually.”
“No please!” Amber crumpled to the witches feet, still stroking as spurts of precum puddled the floor beneath her weakened knees. “Please don’t leave! Please let me cum!” The witch looked down as Amber grabbed onto her leg. She only smiled, before vanishing. Leaving Amber's hand to pass through and hit the ground.
Amber frantically crawled towards the door. She stood, pressing against the magical barrier, frantically stroking as precum spurred against the invisible wall.
“Please!! Please come back! It's too much, Please let me cum!!” Amber screamed into the glowing void, tears beading in her eyes. But no matter how much she pleaded, nothing changed. The witch did not return. Her never ending edge did not subside. And her hand never stopped stroking.
–
Amber stroked feverishly. Her arm burned from exhaustion, but she couldn't stop. She whimpered and pleaded to the empty room, feeling her pride begin to slowly erode with each excruciating edge.
Her body would not accept her fate. With every blocked orgasm, her mind would race for something new to try. When her right arm was burned out, she stroked with her left. She frantically palmed her tip, flicking precum about with the speed in which she polished. She humped her bed, completely soaking her sheets over the hours before her legs burned too much to continue. She even laid on her back, rolling her legs back behind her bed and trying to suck herself off.
The longer it was, the more edges she suffered through, the less pride she had. She strained the confines of her home with an endless variety of attempts to cum.
Less than a day in, she cracked, returning to her impassable door.
“Please come back! I'll do anything to cum! Just please, I can't take it!!” She frantically pounded her first against the shimmering barrier. She peered into the void, straining in the hopes of seeing the witches silhouette emerge from the glowing vastness. But nothing appeared.
She frantically peered around her room. The door was blocked, but maybe there was another way out!
Still stroking herself, she rushed to her window. She tore open her blinds, blasting the room in a similar glowing light. She opened the window, but even without the glass, a familiar barrier held her within.
She strained against it, pressing her shoulder with all her might. But as she did, an image began to slowly fade to life. A bouncing road, shaking between two cruel, familiar breasts.
Amber dropped to her knees, instinctively stroking herself all the while as she stared hopelessly through the window to the real world. She put her in a necklace… The witch’s strength was suddenly crystal clear to Amber. There was no escaping.
– 8 days later –
The witch reappeared to the sight of Amber squirming on her back, arching desperate as she stroked spurts of precum across her body. The moment Amber noticed the witch, her eyes shot wide.
“Ple-ease!” Amber whimpered, groveling on the floor as she stroked. “Can't! Please n-nomore! Letme cummm” Her words fumbled over each other as her need pressed them from her throat before they were fully formed. The witch laughed.
“Remember when you were cumming indefinitely? I bet you’d kill for that again, huh?” The witch teased. Being reminded of that endless pleasure milked a powerful moan from the whimpering mess. The witch snapped her fingers. Magical ropes appeared from portals, wrapping Amber and lifting her from the floor. They tore her hands from her cock, enforcing a “T” pose. Despite never being able to cum from stroking, having her hands pulled from her cock was torturous. They strained helplessly as they reached for it, only able to reach it with her eyes as she watched it throb and dribble.
The witch took Amber's cock in her hand, stroking it slowly as she spoke, staring Amber dead in the eyes.
“Well I have some good news, and I have some bad news.” The witch continued to stroke. Amber frantically shook her hips against her binds, trying to accelerate the sensation.
A finger on her other hand began to glow. She slipped it within the circle of red runes around the tip of her cock. She began pulling out, stretching the band and causing the runes to flicker.
Amber whimpered as she felt the effects faltering. She thrusted her hips frantically, nearly crying with need as she felt herself begin to slip past the edge.
“Let's start with…” The witch whispered into Amber's ear, stretching the rune halo to the brink of snapping. “...the bad news.” The witch slipped her finger free, allowing the red runes to snap back into place, reclaiming their strength.
Amber screamed as she felt the curse return just as she slipped past the edge. The witch stopped stroking, laughing as she pulled her hand away. Amber thrashed frantically, eyes locked onto her quivering cock as it bobbed desperately, finally leaking a single drop of cum, weakly dribbling down her shaft in a crushing ruin.
“PLEAASE!!!” Amber squirmed, straining her head towards her cock, as if she would lick it if her hands were bound. The witch grabbed Amber's chin, forcing her to match her gaze with a sadistic smile.
The ruin made everything worse. It was a drop of water on her lips, still dying of thirst. A cruel reminder with no relief. Tears welled in her eyes as her cock throbbed in a desperate tantrum
“Unfortunately, the kingdom's mage guild is discussing banning love potions. In that case, I wouldn't be able to make money off your cum anymore. So I won't be removing your curse. That's the bad news.”
Amber could barely listen. She was busy pressing her hips against her binds, trying to grind her desperate need against the witch’s out-of-reach thigh.
“The good news is… in the meantime, I can use your never ending stream of precum to make a variety of other potions to sell!” She took a finger, slowly running it up Amber's shaft, collecting the single drop of cum.
“I won't be wasting a single drop.” She quickly sucked the drop from her finger with a wide smile. “And who knows! Maybe the guild will decide not to ban love potions and you'll get to cum again! We'll just have to wait a few months for their deliberation. They are so painfully slow.”
The witch vanished.
Amber collapsed to the ground as her binds disappeared. The witch’s words echoed in her head. Her cock throbbed as another drop of precum stretched to the floor. Before it could touch the wood, Amber's hand had already resumed stroking.
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This was a super fun commission! It's rare I get to commission two connected images and a story, so this was a pleasure! It was also such a fun challenge for the composition of the piece and rendering of the magical barrier and her being pressed up against it. Definitely a new muscle getting stretched there! I hope you guys enjoy the image and story! Definitely something I never would have been able to think up on my own!
Comments
ReleaseIsAPrivilege
Haha that's a good idea!
Sky Lord
I'm imagining there's like a phantom sensation to the constant cumming. At first it's mild, however as the potions sell she start to feel all sorts of sensations. It links her senses with whomever consumed a potion. She feels everything they feel for as long as the potion lasts. It's why people aren't lining up to mass produce the potions.
ReleaseIsAPrivilege
Right? Makes me wanna make my own fantasy and magic based universe for chastity and denial content lol
Zariel Snowheart
Drooling over this
