Witch Master

by Noah Layton

  I agreed with her and staggered to my feet, the pair of us making our way through the house and up to the first-floor corridor.

  ‘Well… Goodnight,’ Lois said, nodding at me flatly and turning to slowly walk down the corridor to her bedroom, disappearing out of sight and leaving me alone on the landing.

  I headed to my room and turned on the bedside lamp, planting my forehead against the door and clenching my eyes shut.

  ‘Dumbass…’ I muttered to myself. She had been snuggling up to me on the couch all night and literally waited for me in the hallway to do something, anything…

  And I hesitated. I gulped down my regret and headed to my bed, crawling beneath the covers and pressing myself into sleeping, if only to ditch the shittiness of what had just happened.

  The summer heat had been stifling at times, and tonight was no different – I shuffled beneath the sheets in an effort to get comfortable, but it was no use. I was wide awake.

  So it didn’t come as a shock when I heard footsteps outside of my door and the handle slowly turning. No staff and no spells at the ready, but that didn’t matter – I wasn’t exactly in defensive mode.

  Lois appeared, ducking her head around the door. The lamplight lit up the glossy silk of her robe, loosely tied around her body.

  ‘Hey,’ she said simply, ‘Do you mind…?’

  ‘Uhh… No, no. Come in.’

  ‘Thanks.’ She closed the door, slumping against it. ‘I always find it hard to sleep in the summer.’

  ‘Me too, actually. That’s the problem I’m dealing with right now.’

  ‘Well, we can deal with it together.’

  ‘How d’you figure that?’

  ‘Getting into bed with you.’

  I shot her a look as she gazed back at me, her face bathed in shadow in the dim light.

  ‘I’m pretty sure that’s how people stay warm in the first place.’

  ‘Well, we can just talk then.’

  Wondering why the hell I had questioned her logic in the first place like a total freaking moron, Lois stepped over to the bed and lifted the covers, slipping beneath them with me.

  I had been relaxed at least a little before the sexy witch in my bed had arrived, but now that she was here I was wide awake – and that would be even more evident by the covers around my hips before long.

  She snuggled up to me once again, resting her head on my chest.

  ‘You saved my life today. Twice. Even though you didn’t even know how to use your powers beyond the most basic of levels.’

  ‘I improvised,’ I said. ‘I’ve always been pretty good at that. Sometimes you find yourself in a tight spot and you have to know the best way to get through it. Even if you have to bend the rules a little…’

  ‘That’s a good skill to have… Jeez, you’re on fire.’

  Lois pushed the covers down our bodies, her hand across my chest, over my abs and down to the throbbing hardness that had grown impossibly fast between my legs. There was no way that I could hide it – but when her hand grazed over me and my eyes clenched shut, Lois didn’t ignore it. She rested her hand on me, wrapping her soft touch around my length through the material.

  ‘My…’ She whispered up to me, looking into my eyes with the fakest of doe-eyed expressions. ‘Somebody’s excited…’

  ‘Fuck you,’ I laughed lightly, smiling uncontrollably and shaking my head.

  ‘You declaring your intentions?’

  There was no way that I was gonna ignore it.

  Our lips meant instantly as we kissed passionately in the spring heat of the bedroom. I ran my hands down to her hips, pulling her tight, curvy body close to me as Lois wrapped her slender hands over my back, feeling the softness of her body through the silk rubbing against my own. That was enough to drive me wild, but in a second the witch topped it.

  She pushed me back lightly, kicking the covers away from the bed entirely before rolling atop me and straddling my waist, sitting up to look down at me. Gazing into my eyes, refusing to break our locked, hazy stare, she ran her fingers into the tie of her robe and undid the already-loose knot. She ran her fingers down the edge of both sides of the opened robe, exposing her large cleavage, taunting me as she bit her lip sensuously.

  I ran my hands up her soft, slender thighs as she finally pulled back her robe, revealing her huge, round boobs sat perfectly on her chest, rising and falling with each deep, shaking breath that Lois drew. There was a reason that she hadn’t lowered herself onto me yet – it wasn’t that she wasn’t wearing her bra, it’s that she was wearing nothing in the slightest beneath her robe.

  I kicked away my boxers as Lois kneeled over, she taking my length in her hand and sinking down slower and slower until my throbbing head touched the wetness between her legs. She let out a sharp gasp before stifling it, clasping her hand over her mouth and looking over at the door.

  ‘Wonder what the girls would think if they walked in right now,’ I whispered, running my hands up to Lois’s hips and guiding her down slowly onto me.

  ‘They’ll get their turn, I’m sure,’ Lois whispered back. Before I could even ask what she meant, the head of my cock pushed into her. I hadn’t had a chance to get used to my newfound size yet, but watching me fill her up, her nails sinking into my chest as she fell atop me, pressing her forehead against mine and staring me hard in the eyes with a mix of shock and pleasure, was more than enough of a crash course.

  ‘Oh, fuu-u-ck…’ She gasped running her hands up into my hair and taking strands of it tightly in her fingers. I was firmly in her grasp, but the pain felt good, especially considering what was leading her to do it in the first place.

  I ran my hands down her back and onto her round, tight ass, positioning my legs and pulling out of Lois’s wet hotness before pushing back into her, working into her over and over again as we rode each other hard. I sank down further, unable to resist taking her breasts in my hands as they bounced, kissing and licking at her nipples before burying my face in her chest completely.

  The entire time we tried to resist moaning out with inexorable pleasure as Lois took my length. The chase and the fight hadn’t made us sweat, but now we were already damp with moisture, Lois unquestionably more so than me.

  Throwing her head back, her flowing hair falling behind her as she clenched her eyes shut, Lois pushed up from me and arched her back uncontrollably, running her hands over her chest and into her hair as she forced herself down onto me and grinded me against her, a silent scream showing on her face as she tried desperately to control herself. I pressed my hands to her hips, pushing her harder, when she finally broke and fell atop me once again.

  ‘I can’t handle it anymore… Just fucking take me…’

  Still telling me what to do.

  That was the only coherent thought I could form as I pushed up from the bed, wrapping my arms around her as we kissed passionately, our bodies enveloped in each other’s before I lowered her onto her back and shifted her legs apart, quickly returning to our previous rhythm as I took her hard, pounding her relentlessly.

  ‘Yes… Yes…’

  Lois thrashed against the bed, pressing herself into the mattress as her hands clasped tightly into the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she let out an uncontrollable moan, finally letting herself to her orgasm, finishing hard around my cock.

  If anybody knew that I was having sex with a witch and could see us right now, they would have thought I was carrying out an exorcism considering Lois’s unbelievable body as she climaxed uncontrollably. I had been on the verge of finishing ever since she had appeared at my door, but seeing her like this, feeling her like this, finished me completely. The alarian root had still left me with a semblance of euphoria, and Lois’s body only served to exacerbate the perfect sensation as I filled her up with my seed, a stifled groan slipping past my lips.

  My head felt heavy but filled with ecstasy. Still buried in between her legs, we both panted heavily, our bodies shuddering even after I lowered myself ont
o Lois’s body, resting my head on her huge breasts as they pooled on her chest.

  ‘That was fucking amazing…’ Lois moaned, her body quivering as I slowly pulled out of her.

  ‘Yeah…’ I whispered, ‘they definitely heard that one.’

  ‘Like I give a fuck…’

  For a few minutes we couldn’t even move, simply regaining control over our bodies before we crawled back beneath the sheets, Lois’s naked body feeling better than ever against me as I drifted off into a much sounder sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  When I awoke Lois had gone. Beyond the memories of our bodies wrapped up together, pushing us to our limits, there was no sign that she had been here at all.

  After getting showered and dressed I headed onto the landing and down to the ground floor, finding Scarlett and Brianna at the kitchen table. In between eating and drinking from cups of coffee, they surveyed a series of maps and open books.

  They looked up when I entered, both giving me a smile.

  ‘What are you guys working on?’

  ‘After going what happened in the forest I think we can confidently conclude that what you saw was blood magic,’ Brianna said. ‘Which means that we need to figure out three things – what this guy is planning, where he’s gonna hit next, and how we can stop him. There are hives of blood addicts scattered across the country, including one in town. We usually never interfere with blood magic of any kind unless we need to stop it, but right now we need to know what this guy is up to, and the only way to figure that out is to go and speak with said blood addicts.’

  ‘More field work,’ I said. ‘Does that mean almost getting killed again like yesterday?’

  ‘Not exactly,’ Scarlett smiled. ‘It’s in the city, so much less dangerous… Hopefully, anyway. You and I are gonna cover Charms 101 today, gather some supplies, and head out to do a little detective work.’

  ‘Sounds good to me…’ I poured some coffee for myself, looking around the kitchen subtly. ‘Say, where’s Lois? I thought you guys always ate breakfast together.’

  ‘We usually do,’ Brianna said. ‘But it is Sunday. A witch has a right to sleep in, doesn’t she? Especially after the night that she had- I mean day that she had…’

  Scarlett dropped her head, covering her mouth with her hand and stifling a laugh while Brianna grinned uncontrollably, pretending to pore over the books before her.

  So they did hear us…

  ‘Anyway,’ Scarlett said quickly, shaking her head in an effort to get rid of the giggles that had taken over, ‘Let’s get started, Mr Warlock. We’ve got a lot to prep. Hopefully it won’t be too much of a grind- the work, I mean, not…’

  This time Brianna let out a hysterical laugh, covering her glowing eyes with her hand as her whole body shook.

  All I could do was force away the smile that tried to come to my lips, too, following Scarlett out of the kitchen and towards the back door of the house.

  I wasn’t gonna bring up last night with Lois – my main worry hadn’t been that they would find out, but that it would affect the dynamics of everything. I could relax a little knowing that they found the situation funny rather than awkward, but I still felt stupid about the whole thing… Even if it had been one of the best nights of my life.

  By the back door that led out to the garden Scarlett opened a closet door, pulling out her wand from the inside of her robe and twirling it quickly at the dark innards. From within, two green cloaks emerged that quickly wrapped themselves around each of us at the command of Scarlett and her wand. Mine wrapped around my form so quickly and so naturally that I didn’t even attempt to fight against it.

  ‘Sure, I’ll ask – what’s this for?’

  ‘Apothecary cloak,’ Scarlett smiled, giving another flick of her wand and opening the back door. ‘They grant protection from any nasty side-effects you might get from coming into contact with the stuff in the yard.’

  ‘I’m all for that,’ I said, following her outside. ‘Couldn’t you just wear them all the time if you wanted to protect yourself against other people using them?’

  ‘They only work against basic and some moderate strength plants, which is what I have growing in my garden… Mostly.’

  ‘Mostly?’

  ‘I’ll tell you which ones not to touch.’

  ‘Got it. And I’m gonna go ahead and guess these aren’t the kinds of plants that are growing in the front yards of these other houses.’

  ‘Not exactly,’ she smiled.

  It was around 11am and the sun was beginning to reach a point overhead that lit the secluded garden up like some idyllic image of heaven. The grass was a luminescent green, surrounded on all sides by the high fences and the variety of colors that lurked by them, hidden from sight.

  ‘My main studies are Charms and Cultivation,’ Scarlett said, ‘Charms are basically all of the spells that aren’t designed directly to harm. But that doesn’t mean that they can’t cause a hell of a lot of mischief. We’ll cover that later, though – right now we need something to exacerbate that mischief and crank it up even further.’

  I shadowed Scarlett while she knelt by a patch of yellow flowers. As she brought her hand closer to them, the petals of each flower twisted and constricted, transforming into mouths that strove at Scarlett’s hand. She kept her fingers just a few inches away from them as they snapped at her, desperately trying to get at her fingers.

  ‘Looks like they like you,’ I said. ‘What are they?’

  ‘Pataglonias. Like many things, they’re harmless unless you get too close to them. If they snap at you, be prepared to empty your entire stomach. But their essence is useful for what we’ll be doing later…’

  ‘Which is…?’

  ‘All in good time.’

  ‘Why do you have such a big problem with telling me? Is this another game? Or…’

  Scarlett retrieved a pair of gloves and what looked like rose-trimmers from her bag, looking over her shoulder at me as she did so.

  ‘Or what?’

  ‘Are… Are you mad about what happened with me and Lois last night?’

  Scarlett laughed again, pulling on the gloves.

  ‘Not in the slightest. I’m actually pretty impressed that somebody who was a mortal just a few days ago managed to tame a witch, even if you are a de facto warlock now.’

  ‘Tame?’ I repeated. ‘That’s a weird word to use for having sex.’

  ‘Why? Ohh-h-h…’ She said, taking up the trimmers and carefully snapping off one of the pataglonias. ‘I always forget that…’

  ‘Forget what?’

  ‘How relationships work in your world… It must be a very strange kind of life. Although I’ve always thought there’s something pretty charming about it.’

  ‘Don’t tell me you girls aren’t allowed to have relationships…’

  ‘The rules about relationships in the covens are very grey. In college there were girls everywhere, and we were forbidden to, what was the word Miss Helena used… Defile ourselves by interacting with men. But tell a girl not to do something and that’s usually the best way to get them to do it.

  ‘Almost all of the girls snuck into the town nearby at one time or another. There was a college nearby with plenty of guys to go around, and I got more than my fair share… But when we couldn’t get out and we needed to satiate our desires, we… Turned to the next best thing…’

  I looked down at Scarlett, wondering what the hell she meant… Then I suddenly wondered how it had taken me two whole seconds for the penny to fucking drop.

  ‘Oh, no…’ I said sarcastically, closing my eyes and trying to fight off the myriad images of what went on behind the closed doors of a college for witches, all horny as hell but unable to satisfy their needs. ‘You can’t leave me with that kind of image in my head this early in the morning.’

  ‘Keep it in your pants,’ Scarlett giggled, snipping off a second pataglonia and stashing both away in her small satchel. ‘But don’t worry about it. We don’t do monogamy.
There are rules against it, but it’s like any religion; there are some rules that everybody breaks, even the high witches. Come on.’

  We retrieved a few more plants from the garden before heading back inside to the basement workshop. Scarlett went through motions of chopping and dicing, setting mixtures to boil and crushing leaves with her pestle and mortar before finally standing back from her workbench and sighing.

  ‘This is gonna take a few hours to mix correctly, which means we’ve got time to cover some charms. Go get your staff.’

  ‘I don’t have it anymore. I launched it at that worg, remember? It’s sat in Westmoor forest somewhere.’

  ‘Oh, right… Well, let’s go get you another.’

  We ascended to the attic, I remembering the hobgoblin the moment that Scarlett closed the door behind us. Fortunately it was fast asleep on one of the rafters, its huge eyes covered by even bigger eyelids as it snored unashamedly, arms dangling by its sides.

  I crossed to the rack of staffs, retrieving another identical one and examining it as I turned back to face Scarlett who was standing flat against the door as she looked over at me.

  ‘Witches and warlocks aren’t sentimental about their weapons, huh?’

  ‘Nope. If we come across a better one the previous gets trashed.’

  ‘I hope you’re not like that with warlocks.’

  ‘We’ll see…’

  She remained flat against the door.

  ‘You didn’t just bring me up here to get a staff, did you?’

  ‘Nope – you’re gonna practice your first charm on that little terror.’ Scarlett pointed at the hobgoblin, still sleeping peacefully.

  ‘And do what exactly?’

  ‘Tell it what to do.’

  ‘Like mind control?’

  ‘Not exactly. Mind control suggests that we can force something to do whatever we want, which is very difficult. This gives a being a crippling desire to follow a certain path. But if an individual is strong-willed enough, then they can resist it.’