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🕑 Added 2019-12-07 04:17:26 +0000 UTC(UNEDITED - EARLY BETA)
Chris turned the corner of a well-lit street, unsure if the passersby could see the two women who were with him, or not. He knew for a fact they wouldn’t recognize them as witches, but would they be seeing him as the cool guy walking down the street with two beautiful, hot women? Two women who were scantily clad and sexy as fuck, at that. Or would they just think here was the odd guy, the one talking to himself?
With a shake of his head he realized it didn’t matter. He watched the first of the two walk past, her hips sashaying as she went, that ass ready for the taking. Onnet, with her long, red hair hanging all the way down to her lower back, and he could almost imagine pulling it tight as he took her from behind. The witch Hekate had prepared him for this, mentally and physically, ravaging him more than once in the name of the coven. Too bad she wasn’t there, at the moment.
He was going to live with the witches, going undercover, to be one of them, in every way imaginable. But it was going to be a life like he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams—he was going to be a lover to these incredibly beautiful women and more.
As he understood it, that’s how the witches worked, how their coven operated. His good friend, Jack, who had now taken on the role of the Protector, had gotten his own harem, a group of fairytale women, to be exact. But that was another story, and Chris was very much focused on the path forward, because he’d been given a very specific task — to infiltrate the coven, to find out what he could about the witches and their plans, and be ready when the big battle came.
The woman ahead of him turned, hand on her hip, and gave him a look that said any day now.
“Keep moving,” the woman behind him said. This was Spectra.
“Yeah, yeah,” Chris replied, wondering when they were going to start swooning over him. That was supposed to be part of the package, but so far, he was getting way too much attitude.
He followed the first witch, Onnet with the other witch, Spectra, close behind him, noticing several men who walked past giving them a sidelong glance. Good, he thought. At least he was going to look like the man, even if they weren’t treating him quite like one.
“To be clear, where are we going?” he asked. “I mean, I know… the coven. But where is that?”
Onnet ignored him as she motioned ahead of her, that slender beautiful hand in some way her answer to him.
“We’ll be there soon enough,” Spectra said.
Chris glanced back at her. The shorter of the two. She had her hair up in a ponytail, her outfit basically a black sweater that showed off her midriff, teamed with a plaid skirt of purple and black. Very, very typical outfit for the witch mind. If he’d been a witch trying not to be noticed, he would’ve gone all ‘La Cañada’ in style, basically meaning khakis and a sweater. All pastel. But whatever. He wasn’t the one trying to fit in, he was just trying to get to the coven to learn what was in store for him.
The street was decorated for the holidays, though now that he thought about it, he couldn’t remember if it was time for the holidays. With all the chaos he’d been through recently, everything that led up to him being tasked with this mission to join the coven and all, he had lost track of time; of everything really.
To be honest, he hated the holiday season. In his previous life before all this had started he would have been out there with his friends going through the motions of celebrating, but when they’d been out driving along in the car, Christmas songs blaring at top volume on the radio, he’d always been the one in the backseat trying his best to ignore it all. So now when Onnet eyed Starbucks is if considering stopping there, he walked right past, took her firmly by the arm, and pulled her along.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Onnet asked, pulling her arm away.
“We have a mission,” he replied. “We need to focus.”
“He’s right,” Spectra said.
Onnet eyed them both, shook her head with a sigh, and said, “Fine.”
She motioned him to follow again, making her way to the alley between the Starbucks a and the next building over. At first, Chris thought she was going to simply lead them into a different entrance to get her coffee, but when he noticed the slight glow of purple emitting from her fingertips, and a matching glow on the wall into the alley, it made sense. She was leading them to a secret door, a portal of sorts.
She turned back, saw him staring at her, and made a clicking sound with her tongue. “Are you ready for this?”
“Girl, I was born ready.”
She just stared at him eyes narrowing, then shook her head. With a wave of her hand, the door formed and then she pushed against it. Purple light gave way to darkness.
“After you,” Onnet said.
Chris nodded, stood tall, and strode forward into the portal. It didn’t feel like any portal though. He wasn’t whisked away or taken on some grand adventure. Instead he was simply standing in darkness. A second later, Spectra bumped into him.
“You’re supposed to keep walking,” Spectra hissed. As she was still pressed against him, he turned pulled her in even closer, smelling her beautiful scent of nutmeg and cinnamon. Perhaps a little too Christmassy for him though. “Is this where it starts?” He asked. “A bit odd, kinky even, but I’m good to go.”
“What the hell do you think is happening here?” Spectra asked, giving him a push so that he stumbled back and away from her, hitting a wall in the darkness.
“Just keep walking,” Onnet said. “We’ll be there soon enough, and then you can have all the fun with the others that you want.”
“Did I miss something?” Chris asked.
Onnet laughed as she brushed past him in the darkness, an eerie sound considering he couldn’t see her at all. “Did you miss something? Considering we both know that you’re only here to infiltrate the coven, to steal our secrets… Yeah, I think you missed a lot.”
“But you’re on my side…”
“We are. However, we belong to the coven. It’s hard to describe, but imagine somebody wanted to enter your body and do weird things in there… that sounds wrong. But you get the point.”
“You’re saying that I’m entering your body and you don’t want me to…?” He shook his head, then laughed nervously. “I’m sorry, I haven’t entered anything, yet.”
Spectra’s response came from a distance now, and he realized he’d been left behind, as she said, “Nor will you. But the analogy is sound.”
He jogged in the direction of her voice hoping he wouldn’t trip, and started to see a light, along with their silhouettes ahead. Realizing these two were kind of a lost cause, he slowed to a brisk walk. Soon he had caught up with them and they were walking through what appeared to be a forest. Evergreen trees brushed against his face, and he felt a cool breeze gently ruffling his hair, telling him that he was outdoors, but this was a completely different outdoors to the one he’d been in before. Indeed while it had been day just now, here it was night. Distant music sounded and he looked up to notice dim lights in the sky. But as he got closer, he realized they were windows. It looked like there was a large mansion up ahead of him.
“This is it,” Onnet said indicating the house. “This will be your home until you succeed, or they discover your secret and eat your heart.”
“But you’re not going to rat on me, right?” he asked.
“We’re loyal,” Spectra said.
“Meaning…?”
Spectra pulled him around, so that he was looking down at her, staring into her hazel eyes. “Meaning, you can trust us not to betray you. You can’t trust me to kneel down and suck you off right here, but I’m sure you’ll find plenty of that in the coven.”
He swayed back and forth on his feet uneasily, the image of her taking his cock in her mouth very clear in his mind. Trying to ignore that, he asked, “How are we going to do this? I waltz right in there, and ask them to train me?” He looked back up at the mansion, and laughed uneasily. “Or is there like, I don’t know, a Hogwarts letter or something I need?”
Onnet let out a deep sigh. “Someone on the inside will meet you. And… you’ll need a couple of spells to make do. You can handle that, right?”
“Actually, I’ve never learned magic,” Chris admitted.
“That’s on me, then.” Spectra stepped up to him, hand on his cheek, and looked like she was about to kiss him but instead whispered, “Pay close attention,” then began to chant. It was a soft chant, and as she did so Chris felt a surge of power—energy, and heat rising up within him. At first, he thought it was just the surge of blood below, his cock feeling like it was going to explode. But then it was everywhere, that exact same sensation taking over his body. He felt like he could conquer the world, and when he lifted a hand he saw little flames dance along his fingertips. To his surprise, it didn’t hurt one bit.
“You’re just going to give it to him, like that?” Onnet asked.
Spectra closed her eyes to concentrate, then said a couple more words in her chant. Finally, she opened her eyes and turned back to Onnet. “Without it, he wouldn’t survive.”
“What a shame that would be,” Onnet said.
“Listen, you want me to succeed, or you want good to win at least, right?” Chris asked Onnet. “So what’s up with the bullshit?”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re kinda being a big bitch.”
Onnet stepped toward him, hand up with tendrils of blue ice leaking out from her fingertip and moving close toward him. Spectra stepped between them, with a flash of her hand making the ice disappear.
“She’s bitter, that’s all,” Spectra explained. “If we meet again, pretend you don’t know us. For your own safety, as well as ours.”
“But mostly for his,” Onnet said.
Chris nodded, turned toward the mansion, and froze. “So, to be clear, I can do some magic? How?”
Spectra stepped up to his side, pulled her arms across her chest, and said, “Just do it.”
“So, Nike had the answer all along.”
Spectra chuckled, then nodded. “You don’t think a company becomes that successful without a little magic, do you?”
He hadn’t thought of it like that. Moviemakers, the president, and anyone else out there who had been super successful might have had a little bit of magic to back them up. He nodded, thinking that kind of made sense.
“But my spells are limited?”
“Very,” Spectra replied. “But you know, try some things. If you want to cast a fireball, imagine it, and make it so. You have magic, but it’s limited to your imagination and will.”
“And if I believe I could do anything?” he asked.
She shook her head. “That would be irrational, and definitely not very smart of me to give you all of my magic. There’s a ceiling, for sure.”
He looked at her anew, wondering if that meant that she’d actually had to give some of her power to him. If so, he appreciated her on a whole new level. With a nod of thanks, he stepped away from them, walking toward the mansion. It was time to begin his training, or whatever the hell it was he was going to do in the witch’s coven. Mostly, he was excited to see more hot witches.
Chris gave the annoying women one last glance before walking toward the mansion. He really had no idea what to expect, except that he’d been told he would go to a coven. He had the impression that, he would find himself some very attractive women who would quickly take him into their confidence, and then some.
So far, based on what he’d been through with the two he was now leaving behind, he was starting to have his doubts. He walked up to the massive door, where he stopped for a moment and tilted has head to take in the splendor of the large building. Massive stone columns stood on each side of the door supporting the huge arch overhead that stood twice as tall as himself.
Very extravagant. Very unnecessary.
In many ways, it was like any house he might find in rich neighborhoods such as Bel Air, Beverly Hills, or even where his own parents lived in La Canada Flintridge. Yet, there were signs that only the trained eye could spot. For example, the runes etched on the upper inside of the doorway, protective ones he imagined.
He was supposed to be part of this world now, and had been told he should enter as if he now belonged. So he opened the door, expecting it to be locked, or protected by some spell to repel him and throw him across the yard, or at least make him burst into flames. But nothing happened. Inside was a massive entryway with a spiral staircase on each side, large vases, a chandelier that hung slightly off balance it seemed, or maybe that was a distortion caused by the lighting, which was quite dim aside from a flickering light that came from the room to his right, where he assumed candlelight must be providing the glow. As he had no idea what else to do, he went in that direction.
With each step, he started to finally question what the hell he was doing. This wasn’t exactly English 101, or his high school PE class, areas he felt he excelled at, and wouldn’t have minded simply strolling into as if he belonged.
This was a witch’s den. Each one of these men and women in here could likely spy him out, learn that he was a mole by reading his mind or something. Maybe they would turn him into a frog. Yet he had a duty. He had made a promise. He was going to do his part. And hell, he’d had a taste of this, and that meant no going back.
He knew that the others would join him again soon, though he certainly wished they’d been able to accompany him in the first place. He thought it was the way Hekate had tantalized him at first, drawing him in with talk about what it might be like to be part of the coven, and then promising to make sure that he would be able to complete the mission. Unfortunately, she’d been called off to other duties. He looked forward to finding out what those were, and why she found it worth her time to go after them, instead of ensuring his safety. Regardless he walked forward and found himself at the entryway to a room filled with candles.
For the first time since his departure, he found himself very happy to be in this situation again. For one, what he was looking at was a living room surrounded by half burned down candles, and in the center of the room was a woman lying flat on her back, arms and legs spread out in the middle of a pentagram drawn around her. A magical light was flowing around her nude body forming the shape of a man, bits and pieces and all, with his cock of light going in and out of her. Chris stared dumbfounded, amazed, and loving life.
A woman moaned, and he turned to see that there were others in the room who he hadn’t noticed at first. One woman lay on a couch with another woman’s head buried between her legs, both completely nude. There was a man pressed up against the wall getting a blowjob, his fingers in the woman next to him who was heavily engaged in kissing another woman. They were caressing each other’s breasts. And more.
Chris stood there for a moment, unsure exactly what to do. He licked his lips and smiled, then quickly undressed, tossed his clothes to the side of the room, and entered. Hell, the best way to stand out here would be to walk around with his clothes on, so he figured he fit right in like this. Judging by the way his cock was standing at attention, he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. A woman stepped up beside him, hand cupping his balls, while her other hand snaked around to the side of his neck and pulled him down so she could kiss his earlobe, before running her tongue along his neck and back to his ear. She whispered, “That was dangerous.”
He went rigid, then turned, grabbed her bare ass and pulled her close as he kissed her, pressing his lips to her mouth, allowing his tongue to play gently with hers, and then moving his lips down to her neck. Between kisses he whispered, “And you are?”
“Your new best friend.”
The woman was still massaging his balls, but moved her hand up to his shaft and started stroking. As she did, she guided him to the corner of the room. There she pressed him up against the wall and slid his cock between her legs. The candlelight lit up her features and Chris had to force himself to breathe, she was so gorgeous. Full lips that formed a bit of a pout—the type he could easily envision around his cock. Round, innocent eyes, and blonde hair pulled into pigtails. Her breasts were perfection, smaller than some might like but exactly the sort of perky he liked best. Enough to have fun playing with, but not so much that they got in the way. He reached out, hand between her legs over the base of his cock to feel her completely shaven pussy. It was so smooth, though, that he had to think maybe it was waxed.
She licked her lips, pressing up close. Making it look like they were fucking, but actually not, she leaned into him, let out a fake moan and held him tight. “Listen, Chris, right? I don’t want you to get killed your first day. My name is Mirna, and I’ll be your person on the inside.”
“On… the… inside?” Chris could hardly concentrate on anything she was saying, her wet pussy sliding up and down along his cock, well… Anyway.
“Hekate told you I’d be here, yeah?”
He nodded, moaning.
His hands ran up her back, then one slid around to the front, to cup her breast, and he was kissing her again.
She pulled away, chuckled softly, and kissed him back, her lips nibbling on his. But she whispered, “This is part of the charade. You realize that, right?”
“Does it matter?”
“Listen. We need to talk, but not here.”
He grabbed her ass squeezing tight, lowering himself to a better angle to let his cock slide in, and said, “Anywhere you like.”
She pulled away, stepped to his side, and took his hand. “Good. Follow me.”
He followed, but he was in a daze. All of his blood seemed to have rushed to his cock, and all he wanted was release. With her. As they passed the others, nude groups making love, strange light swirling around them, he had to wonder if he was hot. He had to ask himself if this was really happening or if it was just a dream, a strange trip thanks to his friend, or some crazy trick they were playing on him. But he watched the woman’s ass as she led him out of the room and knew there was no way that could be anything but real. He tapped it playfully, and she giggled, but when she looked back her eyes did not show playfulness. He frowned confused, following her up the stairs to the right, into a hallway, and then to the first door on the left. It seemed to be some sort of closet, though it was twice as large as any closet he’d ever seen. Hand still in hers, he tried to pull her close, but she resisted.
“You need to focus.” Her eyes roamed over him, down to his engorged cock. “But that’s not going to be possible, is it?”
“I’m very focused.”
“Yes, just, maybe not where you should be.” She studied him for another moment, then her eyes moved back up to his, and she said, “Do you want to take care of it?”
“Wouldn’t you rather?”
She smiled, shook her head, said, “I’m going to do this fast. Not for me, not for what you think it is, but to get your mind where it needs to be. We have a lot of work to do here. All of this,” she gestured around and pointed at his cock, “this is icing on the cake.”
“Whatever you want to call it.” He chuckled.
She sighed, stepped close, took his cock in her hand and began stroking hard and fast. Oh my God was it hard, and oh my God was it fast. He wanted to reach out for her, to ask her to lie down or ride him right there against the wall. Instead, all he could do was to drown for a second, before releasing all over the closet floor. As fast as that, it was done.
“Oh my,” he twitched again, staring at his feet and the mess on the floor, “I swear, it’s usually not that fast.”
“With me, it is if I want it to be.” She took her hand and wiped it along his chest. “, “Now that that’s over, let’s get down to business.”
He glanced down at his slowly softening cock, and said “I might not be able to…”
“I mean real business.” She stepped close. “Listen, did they teach you any magic? You know how to do anything that will make it at least feasible for you to maintain this cover?”
He nodded, held up his hand, and did the fiery finger thing.
“Good.” She eyed him. “Look, you’re going to have to get in with the inner circle. I haven’t been able to crack them, but I’m not a man. Some of them prefer male witches, warlocks if you want to call them that, and you have a better chance. But if you’re only thinking with this,” she said, flicking the tip of his cock playfully, “you won’t get very far. You need to be smart about this, and then work that magic.”
“You’re saying you just jacked me off so that I wouldn’t be distracted by their beauty? I mean, so that, I could focus on getting in good, not getting in their panties.”
She laughed and nodded, then frowned at the way his eyes were roaming over her body again. “It doesn’t seem to have worked.”
She took him by the shoulders, turned him around, and showed him a rack of long black robes.” She said. “I’ll go downstairs and get rid of your other clothes.”
“Wait, what’s wrong with those clothes?”
“If they’d seen you walking around with clothes like that, it would’ve been a surefire giveaway.”
As she grabbed a robe for herself and headed for the door, he contemplated what that meant. Onnet and Spectra had said nothing about the clothes he was wearing. They had to have known what she just told him, which meant he couldn’t really trust them, could he? Or maybe that was part of the test. Maybe they were trying to see if he could figure that part out? He shook his head, totally confused by the thought. He had never been the thinker among his group. He was always the doer.
Regardless, he took a black robe and put it on over some black pants and boots that he also found there. He started to head for the door when he heard a squishy sound under his feet. Yuck. He had just stepped in his cum.
Pausing to rub his foot along the carpet, Chris was glad to find some tissues up on the shelf in the closet, which he took down and quickly tried to clean up the mess as best as he could. As far as Chris knew the next step that he was supposed to take was to get in good with the inner circle of witches, as Mirna had just briefed him on. She would be introducing him to others and from there he would be able to make his move. He glanced around and saw an open door nearby and Mirna was there talking to a few witches. So meandering over he focused on trying to get his mind straight. When he reached the group, Mirna beckoned him over and said, “This is the guy I was talking about. This is Leonel”. Chris was a bit taken aback by that, not having been aware that he needed an alias. He smiled, nodded, listening to the other witches talking about themselves for a moment before one of them turned to him and asked him where he came from.
“He’s in the southeast coven,” Mirna explained. “He goes way back with my cousin, and they’re waging war against Goldilocks and the Three Bears.”
One of the witches looked at him with wide eyes, thrust out her hand to take his, and shake it. “Wow! Goldilocks is a bad ass. Have you had the chance to go up against her yourself?”
Chris shook his head. “Thing is, every time I get out there, it seems I’m one of the last of the fights, you know what I mean?”
The lady laughed, and the others around her joined in.
“Are you kidding?” One of the men in the circle said. “This bitch right here leads the charge every time.”
“Put me up against Goldie, and I’ll have her head between my legs, licking my pussy, begging me for a chance to live.”
Even for Chris, that was a bit crass. He smiled, faked a laugh that did not seem out of place, and then noticed Mirna nodding for him to follow her.
The two weaseled their way out of the group and moved along the hall to where he could smell the scent of rotisserie chicken, maybe some barbecued ribs and corn bread, and something sweet baking.
“Feast?” Chris asked
“That’s where the inner circle will be.” Mirna thumbed over her shoulder at the other group. “Those back there, they will be of great value to us. Way I see it, they’re all amateurs. First big battle we get in to, Mowgli will have their asses.
“And what exactly are we trying to get here?” Chris leaned into her, lowering his voice again. “I mean, what sort of allies do we need to make?”
“Really just the inner circle, because they’ll have information on where the legends are moving. Only some of the elite will have that sort of influence, and power.”
“But I thought she was on our side”
“Yes, but only to the extent that she can’t risk giving away her position. She is high up there, but the day she makes a move against them, everyone knows. That better be the final day that we need her, because after that, it’s over.”
“So what you’re basically saying is she’s a nuclear bomb.” Chris nodded. “I can make sense of that.”
Sure, however you want to think of it.” She slowed, putting a hand out to his chest to keep him from going forward. His breathing intensified at her touch, and she glanced at him with a look of mock disbelief on her face. “Seriously?”
“Hey, physical contact with a beautiful woman… What’d you expect?”
She frowned, but couldn’t hide the hint of a smile her lips.
Moving forward now, she checked around the corner, then turned back to him and nodded. “There. Right there at the table. What you need to do is to let them know that I sent you. Let them know that you’re here to play ball.”
“Sure whatever that takes. But, what will that take?”
“So far what you’ve seen here is tame. Remember, these covens can get crazy. I came from one that was more of a gray area, but even we were pretty wild in our own way.”
He nodded, liking the sound of that. He certainly hadn’t exactly led a tame life back in school, and compared to most of his friends was known to be the wild one. “I got this.”
She gave him a light tap on his ass winked and walked off. Chris stood there for a moment, catching his breath, trying to keep it calm before stepping into the room.
Some sort of feast was in progress which was basically what he had expected. The main difference was the way the magic intertwined with the guests. At the head of the table sat what he guessed was the inner circle, mostly enjoying their meal, but frowning with disapproval at some of the other guests.
While all this was going on some of them were floating in the air, and a couple seemed to be having fun torturing a person who was not one of them. Meanwhile others were partaking in debauchery, just like he had witnessed in the first room of the mansion. He walked past somebody eating a skewer of chicken, while bending someone else over the table and doing weird things with another skewer of chicken. Weird things he really didn’t want to see.
He passed under the torture situation, trying not to vomit at the sight of the entrails and blood that were now floating around the human this had once been, while doing his best to ignore the cackling of two witches having their way. Then as he walked on a light suddenly illuminated one section of the wall, an image of a demonic face appeared.
It watched Chris, as he walked by, so Chris gave it a nod and continued on. To his relief nothing weird happened and he wondered if it maybe it had simply been an illusion of light, or if demons like that really existed. Considering what he knew of magic, fairy tales, and everything else he had recently discovered existed in the world, he wouldn’t be surprised if indeed there really were demons, although possibly not exactly the biblical sort that most people believed in, or had heard horror stories of. Instead, it was likely some sort of immortal being, like Red Riding Hood and the others, who existed in a weird state outside of the knowledge of normal humans.
A rather large woman, still quite sexy, frizzy hair sort of like in an Afro, saw him walking past and reached out grabbing him by the robe and pulling him over. She cackled, pulled down his pants and turned him to face three witches on the opposite side of the table.
“Now there’s a feast for you,” the large witch said. “Who wants a bite?”
“Sorry ladies,” Chris said. “Not on the menu. Now if it’s dessert you’re after…”
The large lady laughed, leaned over with a pair of chopsticks and lifted his cock with them. She made a little slurping noise as if she was tasting some delicacy, and grinned up at him. Then, she spotted the remnants of cum and sniggered. “It seems our little friend here has already released his juice into the world.”
“There’s always room for more.”
He felt himself stiffening under their gaze, and made eye contact with one of the women on the opposite side of the table, a petite girl with her hair in a pony, and wearing glasses that gave her a sort of intellectual look, like a librarian. But when she smiled sharp red teeth showed, and he had to restrain the urge to shudder. The last thing he wanted was for his cock to be anywhere near that mouth. He gave them a nod, motioned to the head of the table, and said, “If you’ll excuse me,” before pulling himself back into his pants and away from the chopsticks, Chris moved on. A backward glance and he watched the girl with the red teeth eyeing him hungrily, and wondered if that might be a good thing at some point. He had almost worked his way to the head of the table when a short man, with black hair that stuck up straight, stood and socked him right in the gut. Chris nearly fell over, his insides threatening to bubble up once again, but he stood his ground. He eyed the little man, and grinned.
“Thank you, sir, may I have another?”
“Who the fuck are you?” The little man asked. “You can have as many as you like.”
The guy was about to punch him again, and Chris wasn’t sure whether he should let him, or make a move here, until he saw an older woman at the head of the table glance their way. He instantly felt her judging stare and knew she was going to weigh him on this moment. He could take the punch, but the first one really hurt, and he might not withstand another so well. Instead he tried to play to his advantage, and in a quick movement thrust out his hand, making the fire appear on his fingers near the guy’s eyes. Then he moved to the right and brought the same hand in with a punch to the guy’s jaw.
The short guy stumbled back, laughed, and tore his shirt off. A second later he was transforming into a werewolf, and Chris decided he’d made a grave mistake. What he couldn’t have anticipated, was that the werewolf man only transformed halfway, his pants ripping off in the process, and then the guy tried to bend Chris over the table.
A horrible idea of what was about to come flashed into Chris’s mind, and he decided to play it off lightly. Rolling with the motion he pulled himself up and flung himself onto the table, pulled down his pants, and looked back at the girl with the red teeth.
“Who ordered dessert?” He hoped that he hadn’t made himself look like a complete idiot. A pervert. Someone, who had no idea how to behave at a dinner party.
Luckily for him, this place was chaos, a house for sex crazed lunatics, apparently. This was proven, as the girl stood, walked over to him and let a long purple tongue slither out of her mouth. It was at least a good foot long as she bent over him and engulfed his cock, wrapped around it as it hardened, and then pulled back in a slippery, circling motion. She then thrust off her robes, and straddled him right there on the table. He had to admit this was a much better situation than her using her mouth, and when she moved up to put her pussy over his face he was more than happy to oblige, a distraction from everything else going on, as he reached around grabbed her little ass and went to town.
Others hooted and hollered, while some people moved up onto the table as well to join in the fun. Chris felt more tongues and hands on him, and he really hoped it wasn’t the werewolf, but just kept on going, focusing on eating this girl’s pussy, and licking her clit. He gave it all he could, tongue twirling around, and looking across, he could see it was going down well with the crowd some of whom were cackling and laughing with glee while others were moaning along with the action. Then she shrieked, leaning back in ecstasy.
As she threw herself back, he looked down to see that it was the older woman he’d seen at the head of the table whose hand was now massaging his cock. She eyed him with curiosity, looking to see what his reaction would be. He went rigid, sat up partially, to give her a better look.
The room went silent.
“Well, this is a very odd way of making your introduction,” the woman said.
Chris smiled, nodded, and said, “Yet, a rather enjoyable one.”
Silence followed again, finally interrupted by the older woman laughing, so that others then joined in, giggling sycophantically as well. That seemed to relieve the tension and the music started up again somewhere, the celebrations continued. The older woman held out her free hand to him, helping him off the table.
She leaned in to whisper in his ear, “What, not into the idea of having a werewolf taking you from behind?”
“Honestly, I’ve never tried it….”
“Oh, you should. But right now might not be the best time for that.”
She seemed to be waiting for something, even as her hand continued to caress his still exposed cock. He moved in as if to kiss her, but she pulled back with a frown and shook her head.
“Now is the time to tell me who you are.” Her hand was suddenly very tense around his cock, fingernails starting to dig in as she clenched even harder on it. He didn’t like the way this was going. His mind reeling, he suddenly felt very nauseous from the smells of the room, and he badly wanted to take a step back, to run away.
Instead, he said, “Hekate sent me.”
At that, the woman smiled again, and said, “Come, join me in my private room.”
As Chris entered, he found himself in what was obviously the woman’s private bedroom. He wasn’t quite sure what to do next, but figured the first step was to disrobe, so as he took a step toward the bed he began to undress.
The woman laughed. “Hold on there, boy, don’t take away all the fun.”
Chris turned to her with a raised eyebrow. She stepped up to him, fingernails slowly extending right before his eyes. Holy shit! Was that sexy and disturbing all at the same time? She simply dug them into his chest, and he wanted to scream. He clenched his teeth, eyes never leaving hers for a second. Next thing he knew, his clothes were being torn off, her nails back up into him again scratching along his skin, creating more pain than he’d felt in quite some time.
Blood seeped out from the wounds, and he looked down with a sort of distant amusement. He couldn’t believe this was happening, almost thought that when he’d agreed to this, it would just be a bit of fun, a bit of silliness. But this was starting to get scary. Even more so when she threw him onto the bed, and the bed seemed to grab hold of him, sheets coming alive and wrapping around his arms holding him in place. He lay there, cock stiffening in spite of his unease. She walked around him, pacing around the bed eyeing him, his cock, the anxious look of worry in his eyes.
She seemed to be enjoying it, her own now naked body seemed to be really into his arousal. She wasn’t bad to look at, in that sort of friends’ mom sort of way. Friends’ mom with extremely long, sharp nails with his own blood on them. Friends’ mom with glowing red eyes. She smiled and started to laugh. As she did so, the room went dark for a brief moment before snapping to life with glowing red images of demonic women moving out from the walls.
He wasn’t sure if they were real, but he didn’t have any reason to think they weren’t. Aside from maybe hoping that they weren’t. But then again as he watched them grow closer, starting to caress the older woman’s body, massaging her breasts one hand down between her legs, he began to hope they were real. He could see how they wouldn’t be anyway, except for they seemed so out of place, made of light… Wait, he noticed them starting to become less translucent, more solid. They were forming into something more real by the second.
One of them was a woman with long horns that curved back from her head, wings and a tail, basically nude aside from what looked like feathers covering her breasts and down below. Her feet were claw-like. Some sort of birdlike succubus?
Another was much more demonic, everything about her screaming death and blood and destruction, and yet there was a sensuality about the way she moved, the way her knife like fingernails moved across the old woman’s body, threatening to cut her open, but not quite doing it. Another form had the body of a snake, but the top half like a woman, reminding him of the snake mermaid or something nerdy that his friends would’ve totally gotten off on, but he was mostly confused by. There were more feminine images moving out from the walls, but all were flocking over to the older woman at first. Finally the woman held up a hand. Eyeing him she stepped over and crawled up the bed toward him, heading toward his exposed cock and balls. As she reached them, she traced his leg with her claws, smiling wickedly the whole time, then she grabbed hold of his balls hard, firm.
“Do you like that?” She squeezed even harder and it was starting to hurt, the pain traveling up into his belly, and he wasn’t sure whether he should answer truthfully that, no, he did not like that. Her other hand took his shaft though, and started to stroke it up and down. “Do you like pain and pleasure mixed together?”
In spite of himself, he nodded. He even let out an involuntary, low moan. The woman grinned and bent down to take him in her mouth, as she dug her nails into his sides. Yes it hurt, but at least it wasn’t his balls anymore. Then her teeth were running along his shaft, which kind of did hurt, but sort of felt nice at the same time. One of his balls found its way into her mouth next, and she was chewing on it, making him want to jump up and run out of the room, except for then two of the sexy demonic women were on him caressing him by then. He could feel their hands, their tongues, their snake like tails moving along his abs. Now that was weird. Even weirder, when the one with the feathers lifted him up, and was holding him there with the bed sheets clinging to him, and the old woman was stroking him fast and hard.
“Don’t you dare come,” she said she flicked her tongue across the tip of his Dick.
“Never.”
“Never?” She laughed, then motioned to his two attendant demons to… oh no, wait, they flipped him over. He wasn’t sure he was going to like this. He could feel the snake tail flicking across his body, while the other demons were holding his legs spread, and suddenly it wasn’t a snake tail at all, but the old woman’s tongue, the others joining somehow to form around his cock and balls so that there were at least three or four mouth down there doing all kinds of crazy things, challenging his assertion that he wouldn’t come. He tried to hold out, tried thinking about the pain, but that only made it better. Or worse? He couldn’t tell which.
He let out a long moan, his whole body tensing up, his abs tightening… but he managed to squeeze out the words, “I want to satisfy you.”
“What was that?” The old woman said.
“Let me taste you.” He tried to get a position to look at her, but it was tough with all the demon ladies and his odd position.
She smiled at him slapped his ass hard, and said, “sure, sure. Just one thing first.”
She motioned again and the demons now had him butt up in the air, face down on her crotch, and she said, “What do you think of this position?”
His eyes went wide, very aware of the way that his legs were spread open in the air above him, but he just did his best to smile and say, bring it on.”
Hands were on him again, caressing him and stroking him fingering his asshole, and he knew without a doubt that this was the kinkiest shit he had ever done. College had nothing on this place. She moved forward, gave her pussy to him, and once again took him in her mouth so they were doing a sort of standing 69. The taste of her was like a hot tamale, somehow sweet and spicy at the same time, her heat more natural than any woman, more than any person should be alive with. But he enjoyed it, doing his best to rub his hands along her body and feel the heat. His whole body was twitching now, as he did his best to restrain himself, to hold himself back from cumming. Finally she thrust him back, straddled him and slid her pussy down on his cock. She leaned toward him, smiled and said, now you may come.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than he arched his back, his whole body going into release, pure bliss, as he shot his wallet into her. Over and over again. Then she was laughing, and climaxing at the same time. He looked down to see that it wasn’t only thanks to him, much to his chagrin. The demons had their fingers on her clit the tongues in her ears and neck and other places, and then, as her moaning subsided, they vanished.
She collapsed on top of him, holding him as if they were simply two lovers finished with their lovemaking.
“I believe you and I can have some fun,” she said as she ran her hand along his chest. “Next time, we’ll take it to another level.”
Chris couldn’t begin to fathom what a new level meant, after what he’d just experienced. They lay in an after-sex sort of haze, feeling the pain, the pleasure, and with him trying to ignore the images his mind kept flashing back to of those demon ladies. Without a doubt, he would have nightmares for the rest of his life. Pleasurable nightmares, but nightmares, nonetheless.
“So, what next?” He asked.
“Next? Well, there’s a mission going out soon… I assume you’re interested?”
He nodded, kissed her on the forehead in case that was the right thing to do, and said, “Yes.”
“Very well then.” She reached down tugged his dick hard, then laughed. “When things are ready to go again though, you come back and find me.” Then she stood up and walked off to the adjoining bathroom. He couldn’t help but watch her ass as she went, kind of loving his situation in spite of the insanity of it all.
He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, the thick oak beams crisscrossed above, wondering what sort of mission this would be, and how he was supposed to walk both lines, the line of good, while still pretending to be part of this coven. And after what he’d just gone through, and the hope for more, would he truly be able to?
A knock came on the door, and it slowly opened to reveal Mirna standing there looking back at him. She motioned for him to come over. He glanced towards the bathroom door, heard the shower running, and jumped up going over to her with his hands over his crotch. Her eyes ran over his body, the blood and scratches and other strange marks, and she shook her head.
“You poor boy.” She tried to hold back a laugh but failed.
“It is what it is.”
“You heard of this mission?” She leaned in lowering her voice. “I just heard about it myself, but didn’t know you’d be on it. And well… Be careful out there. And be smart.” Suddenly her eyes darted to the bathroom, she gave him a nod and took off.
Moments later the old woman walked out, looking as if she hadn’t taken a shower at all, or even been involved in any sort of hijinks with him. She wore a long beautiful gown of dark blue with brilliant green emeralds on both the gown and in her hair. She smiled at him cocked her head, and said, “Why are you still here?”
“Oh, I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to go.”
She shooed him away, and so he left. He was still completely nude with his hands over his crotch when he exited through the door, He spotted Mirna at the far end of the hallway, and saw that she was beckoning to him again. He jogged over passing a couple women in their doorways who smiled his way. and He was very happy to find that she had another outfit for him.
“The job! Remember what we said.” She quickly handed him the clothes, and then walked off down the stairs, disappearing from sight.
He quickly put the clothes on right there, and then turned, wondering what he was supposed to do. To his surprise a man stood in front of him with his hands in his pockets, eyeing the floor. “Get your ass downstairs.”
That’s all the man said, before he turned around and went down the stairs as well.
Chris wasn’t sure who this guy was, or what was going on, but he decided he would do his best to ignore any of that craziness. Instead, he simply followed the man downstairs where he found a group of six others waiting. Lucky number seven, he thought to himself. They eyed him cagily, but one of them had already filled them all in on what the situation was, it seemed, and he motioned Chris to follow him out the door. Chris noticed the witches ranged in age from what couldn’t have been more than nineteen up to their early forties. Mostly women, but one man besides himself. Not the man he’d seen at the feast downstairs.
Chris quickly introduced himself to the group, then found himself following them out and down through passage into the underbelly of the mansion and into an area that seemed to be the basement. However, as soon as the man opened the door into what could’ve been a furnace, it was clear they weren’t going into the basement or some secret passage, but in fact were going to enter a portal.
Chris still wasn’t sure how he felt about portals, his only exposure to them being through such ideas is sci-fi, ‘beam me up Scotty’ type adventures. Would real magic work the same way? Was he going to be pulled apart and then reassembled on the other side?
It didn’t sit right with him somehow. But then again, he’d just gone through a hell of a lot to get to this point, both fun and scary. So when the man at his side looked at him and gestured for him to go first, he returned the smile, if that’s what it could be called, and stepped through. It was like passing through a cold bath where the bath disappeared the moment you stepped through. There was a jolt, and then he was there, in a forest.
While it had been dark when he arrived in the mansion, and night before that, now it was sunset. He had to imagine this was to do with traveling between time zones, but really he had no clue. Watching the other witches appear at his side he was overcome with an eerie sense of dread, at the idea of these evil beings with their magic out to bring chaos to the world. And he had just fucked one of them. A shiver ran up his spine but then he thought of Mirna, of the others who were working as moles, to help him and the others essentially save the world. He would have to focus on such positive thoughts as that if he was going to make it through.
“This way,” the man said leading them through the woods. Chris followed him along the ravine, over a stream, and past what looked like a tower of sorts, old stones crumbling and falling apart at one side.
“Where are we? Chris asked the one he learned was Baba Yaga.
“You can’t tell?” She indicated to the right, past the tower through an opening in the trees where what he could now see looked very much like Stonehenge. He stared in awe, shook his head. No fucking way.
“Down!” The man shouted suddenly throwing himself to the ground as a wall of green light flashed over them. It scorched Baba Yaga’s arm as she threw herself out of the way, but hit Chris and the woman behind him without so much as a singer. They both threw themselves to the ground anyway and shared a look of interest as around them a couple of the other witches moaned and groaned, smoke rising from their arms.
Chris cocked his head as he assessed this girl, her cute little glasses, hair tied up in a bun behind her head. Not bad to look at in the slightest, and she was seemingly enjoying looking at him, too. Had the fact that neither of them been burned by the light meant anything? Perhaps she too wasn’t on the side of evil, and maybe that had been a spell that only affected the bad ones. If that was the case, he thought he’d better pretend to be affected fast, so he rolled over holding his side, and groaning.
In a flash the other witches were up casting spells. The man led the charge, and Chris moved up behind him fast. Baba Yaga screamed out as she charged past, black robes hiked up she leapt into the sky and a broom appeared between her legs as she flew up into the sky, then circled around as she threw a barrage of icy spikes toward an unseen enemy in the foliage. Little creatures fell from the trees, some landing on the ground there to lay immobile, and some floating away into the shadows. Chris looked around confused, then some more of these creatures came flying in at him and the others. They had little wings fluttering like hummingbirds, but their bodies were tiny little naked people. Pixies? Fae? The attacks kept coming as the woman with the glasses threw up a counter spell, then a shield that helped to protect her as she clung to Chris.
She leaned into him, “Stay close to me and we’ll be okay.”
Chris nodded, as he cast a couple of fire spells at tree branches near the Fae, to make it look like he was part of the fight. Meanwhile up above, Baba Yaga was doing her thing, now standing on the broom like it was a surfboard, as she cackled while more spells were cast and more deflected, protecting others from the Fae.
“What are we doing here?” Chris asked the woman.
“We found a meeting spot of the Fae,” the woman said. “Rumor has it Snow White herself is going to appear here. They, meaning the Fae, were going to escort her to meet up with the Protector, Red Riding Hood and the others. The witches mean to stop that from happening, and capture Snow White’s area.”
Chris blinked, still not exactly sure about the idea of these fairytale folk being real. “I see…”
“Do you?” She pulled him close again, spinning around to get behind a tree as a spell exploded part of it into flames. “I’m with you and Mirna, remember that. We need to figure out a way to stop this from happening.”
Chris looked down at her hand on his collar, felt the brush of her skin against his neck and licked his lips.
“Oh my God, you’re as bad as the rest of them.” Still, she leaned forward and pressed her lips lightly to his, and then grinned. “So I am.”
At that, she turned back around the tree and cast a few more spells. One of them bounced off a tree and went up to hit Baba Yaga’s broom, knocking it slightly off course. Before she could turn around and see who had cast the spell, Chris and Mirna were running, sprinting along the side of the embankment, throwing out more spells to make it look like they were fighting an invisible and enemy.
Another flash of green light came at them. They threw themselves to the ground rolling to the side, and came up prepared to cast more spells. But there in front of them stood a woman with dark hair and incredibly pale complexion. Rosy red lips, leaving no doubt of who she was. She eyed them, frowned, and was then lifted into the air by a bunch of those little Fae and carried off toward Stonehenge. Chris shared a look with the woman with glasses, and said, “Was that her?”
The woman nodded, and turned back as Baba Yaga appeared overhead. “You didn’t stop her.”
Baba Yaga circled around them, eyes narrowing, hands up, as magic started to sparkle around her fingers.
“Shit,” the girl in glasses said as she threw her own hands up to cast a spell.
Both cast at the same time, but it was Chris whose magic did the job. He didn’t have much, but he knew about the fire spell on his hands and had thrown at least one fireball, so he ran and leaped grabbing hold of the broom and casting at the exact same time. As he did that, he reached his other hand to grab Baba Yaga’s robes, and pull her off the broom. Instantly she was aflame, and as she tried to counter the spell, the girl with glasses had hit her with a stunning spell. Both stepped back as Baba Yaga burst into flames.
The girl gasped, put her hand to her mouth, and then said, “Now!”
Together they pointed their hands in the direction the Fae had gone and shot as many spells as they could, though for Chris it was mostly streams of fire, though at one point he even managed to conjure up a wall of fire that erupted out from him. He never would’ve thought he’d be standing near Stonehenge, shooting out fire spells with the badass hot library-girl at his side and Baba Yaga lying at his feet. He glanced down in deep thought. She was dead, no doubt about that. Meanwhile the girl at his side shouted, “No!”
Chris didn’t understand why until two other witches and the man arrived. They all looked up in the direction Chris and the girl were shooting spells at.
“She was here?” the man asked.
“That way.” The girl pointed in the direction they had gone, but slightly to the left. A bit of truth made the best lie.
The man nodded and all three took off after her, hoping to catch the famous Snow White. But the girl looked at Chris and smiled. “They’re not going to catch her.”
“And what does that mean for us?” He allowed a nervous grin. “I don’t mean… us. I mean, what does this mean for the mission? For what we’re doing at the coven?”
“Trust me.”
She took his hand and together they ran after the other three, shouting curses and pretending to be irate at the loss of Mother Trudy[JS1] .
That was it, as she had said. The Fae had escaped. Snow White was off to meet with the others, with the good guys. And Chris had done his job, played his role in helping to form the teams that would be necessary to save the world. Whatever that meant.
When they returned to the mansion, the woman introduced herself as Nixie, Mirna’s sister, and told him that she and Mirna would meet him in his room after the festivities.
“Festivities?” he had asked.
“We used magic. We fought. Sure, we might have lost technically speaking, but hey… This is what we do. We fight, we fuck, and we celebrate.”
Nixie gave him a wink she walked off, left him there to wonder for the billionth time, what the hell had he got himself into.
He avoided as much of the festivities as he could, but made an appearance. It was the same as his arrival, sodomy galore, men and women going down on each other, fucking like animals on tabletops, and more than once, someone pulling out his cock and playing with it. He wasn’t sure how he felt about the whole thing, and was starting to realize his old ways had been a tad crass.
Then again, fuck it. He was one of them.
He took a bottle someone offered him chugged it down, and watched as magic formed around him, female demons once again appeared from the walls rubbing the breasts along his face and body, caressing him, and he stumbled toward his room. When he closed the door, the demons disappeared. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The Protector had his own mission, one undoubtedly a little less fun than Chris’s. But still, Chris wondered how it was going. How Red, the Swan Princess, Plucky, and the others were doing with his old college buddy who had become the Protector. Chris was excited for him really, but even more excited for himself. This was going to be insane.
When the knock came on his door, he sat up, wondering if he had drifted off to sleep. He stumbled over to the door, but it opened before he had time to reach it, and there was Mirna and Nixie, both smiling at him, both ready. They pushed their way in and immediately began to strip him, smiling like they were opening their first ever Christmas present.
Mirna pressed her lips to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe, and whispered, “You did great.”
Nixie was unable to say a thing, because she’d already taken his cock in her mouth. He lay back, letting them work their magic of a different kind, and when Nixie leaned back after a moment of excitement, stroking his cock as he murmured, “I want you both.”
“What do you think we’re here for?” both girls said at once.
And so he took them, one at a time at first, then switching back and forth. With a magic wave of Mirna ‘s hand, he was duplicated. That felt strange. Here he was looking back at himself. And it was like he could feel both sets of experiences at once, feel himself entering Mirna while starting to slide into Nixie’s pussy. When it came time to climax, first both and then him, it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Like taking his orgasm and multiplying it. When he finally opened his eyes, his cum was all over the bed. Both girls were moaning, touching themselves and looking at him. They saw him looking back, and giggled.
“What happened? He asked.
“That was just a taste of things to come,” Mirna said.
“None of it technically happened,” the other girl said. “I mean, after that moment when I was giving you head, the rest of it was all sort of made up.”
Chris looked at the bed, the mess he had made, and blinked. He couldn’t make sense of it, but he didn’t care. Whatever happened, it was amazing. The fact that there was the promise of more to come made him smile wider than he had smiled in years.
“Remember,” Mirna said. “You’re in now. Keep it up, both figuratively and your cock. You’re going to need it with those fucking pervs, and us.”
“And Hekate should be along soon,” Nixie added. “So… think you can handle it all?”
“You bet your sexy asses.” I licked my lips, nodding. “I can’t fucking wait.”
