by Logan Jacobs
The force behind my thrusts jostled Vesta’s curvy ass, and she whimpered as she collapsed down onto her elbows. The slope of her back made my blood burn with desire, so I leaned forward, placed my hand in the center of her spine, and shoved her down until her face was buried into the pillows.
“Fucckkkkk, Coleeeeee.” Her screams were muffled by the fabric, and her fingers twisted into the sheets as I fucked down into her womb. “Yesss, just like that! Fuck me, harder. Ohhhhhhhh!”
“Take it, take my cock,” I growled, and I slapped her ass so hard I left an imprint of my hand. I could feel my own orgasm bubbling to the surface, and I chased that feeling as I picked up the pace until I was pistoning in and out of Vesta’s pussy.
“P-Please let me c-cum, Cole,” Vesta screamed as she turned her head to gasp for air, and her legs started to quiver around me.
“Do it,” I growled while I continued to pound deep inside her spasming pussy, and Vesta shouted out as she climaxed. Her pussy clamped down around my shaft like a vise, and I felt a gush of liquid coat my balls and thighs.
Her screams of ecstasy reached a crescendo as she kept cumming, and the sound of her orgasm was like music to my fucking ears. I grabbed onto her hips as they continued to jerk beneath me, and then I rammed forward, bottomed out inside of her womb, and let go.
My cock jerked and throbbed as it released what felt like a gallon of my seed into Vesta’s pussy, and my muscles seized like a jolt of electricity raced down my spine. I shoved my hips forward, once, twice, and each time another pulse of sperm left the tip of my shaft. My orgasm went on for what seemed like eternity, but finally my dick gave one last twitch, and a long, drawn out moan escaped my lips.
“Thank you, master,” Vesta whimpered in satisfaction as I pulled away, and more of my seed slipped out of her abused entrance and dribbled down her thighs.
“Good girls,” I chuckled, and I collapsed onto the bed between the two witches.
“That was amazing,” Faye sighed as she draped an arm across my chest.
“Yeahhhh,” Vesta moaned with her face still half buried in the pillow. “Sooo good, Cole. I’m going to sleep like a baby.”
“No, you aren’t,” I laughed.
“Huh?” Vesta asked as her eyebrows came together with worry.
“Nope.” I smirked. “We are just getting started. I’m fucking both of you all night long.”
Then I flipped over on top of Faye, grabbed the redhead’s legs, pulled her to my hips, angled my cum-soaked cock toward her cum-dripping pussy, and slid right back into her.
“Ohhh, fuckkkk, Cole,” she moaned as her green-gold eyes rolled into the back of her head.
But then neither said any more sensible words for the rest of the night while I fucked each of them over and over again.
When I woke up the next morning, Faye and Vesta were cuddled up on either side of my chest, and I couldn’t help but smile as I trailed my fingers along their naked curves.
My cock also gave a twitch as I recalled fucking the two witches last night, but my stomach grumbled just then, so I knew I needed to get some food before I could go another round.
After a few minutes, I gently pulled myself away from the two sleeping witches and quietly got dressed. Once I slipped on my usual uniform, I headed down to the living room. Akira and Morgana were awake, and they were sitting on the sofa and nibbling on some buttered toast while all the familiars were curled up into a giant pile in the corner. Akira’s blue komodo dragon was curled up against Faye’s ferret, and Morgana’s feisty racoon was deep asleep by Vesta’s chevrotain.
“Good morning.” I grinned.
“Good morning,” Morgana answered as she flashed me a small smile. “Did you sleep well?”
“Oh, you have no idea,” I chuckled, mostly to myself.
Akira muttered a good morning through a mouthful of toast, and her black eyes darted around the room before she swallowed.
“Where the hell are Vesta and Faye?” she asked.
Before I could respond, my bedroom door opened, and the two witches emerged from my room with red faces and crumpled up ballroom dresses. They tugged at their wrinkled fabric, and Akira just burst out into laughter.
“Look, it’s only a walk of shame if you have something to be ashamed about.” She winked. “I trust you all had a fabulous night.”
“It was… eventful.” I smirked. “Perhaps you’ll join us next time.”
“I thought you promised me some cream the other day,” the dark-eyed witch sighed, but then she turned her attention back to the two bashful witches, who were still standing at the staircase. “You two should probably hurry up and get dressed… our lesson for the day is with Professor Vanessa.”
“Oh, how delightful,” Vesta groaned as she rubbed at her temples. “Satan, I’m so exhausted.”
“Damn, Cole,” Akira snickered. “What did you do to her?”
“Come on, Vesta,” Faye mumbled before I could answer. “Let’s put on our uniforms.”
With that, the two witches sauntered up to their room.
“Hurry up!” Morgana called after them.
I sat down on the sofa right next to Morgana, and a hard corner edged into my back. I turned around and saw the advanced book of hexes and spells under the pillow, so I pulled it out, and Morgana gasped as soon as she saw it.
“What is that?” she breathed.
“A book,” I chuckled. “I found it last night--”
“Found it where?” she cut me off.
“Well, that’s what I was going to tell you,” I said. “Last night… I found a secret room in the study hall.”
“What?” both witches shrieked.
“And you’re just telling us this now?” Akira demanded.
“Better now than never,” I replied with a shrug.
“Don’t be like that,” the black-eyed witch huffed. “Anyway, I bet there are a ton of cheats in there… we could totally use it to beat everyone’s asses.”
“Akira!” Morgana gasped. “We can’t cheat… it’s against the Wicca code. Cole, you should put that back where you found it."
“Uh, hell, no?” I laughed. “Morgana, come on… this is pure gold in my hands. And since when are Wiccas against cheating? We cheat to win all the fucking time. The blood rite was totally cheating.”
“He’s right.” Akira grinned. “And we’re going to crush the other teams with it.”
“Where exactly did you find it?” Morgana pressed.
“Find what?” Faye asked as she came down the stairs.
I turned my head and saw Vesta and Faye, both fresh-faced and dressed in their uniforms, with their hair tied up.
“Cole stole a book--” the brunette began, but I cut her off.
“Excuse me,” I said, “I did not steal it, and even if I did, so what?”
“Yeah, so what?” Akira teased. “Don’t be such a stick in the mud, Morgana.”
“Fine,” Morgana huffed. “Whatever, I don’t care where you got it.”
“I don’t think it matters right now, anyway,” Vesta said quickly.
“Why?” Akira asked.
“Because if we don’t leave right now, then we’ll definitely be late to advanced hexes and curses,” she answered as she pointed to the skeleton clock over the fireplace. “And testing Vanessa’s patience is not something I want to accomplish today, so can we talk about the book a little later?”
“She’s right,” I said before I slammed it shut and stuffed it into a small satchel. “Let’s go.”
We left our familiars to rest and sped down the corridors toward the advanced set of classrooms. I breathed in an instant sigh of relief when I saw the door was still open and students were slowly pouring in.
“We made it,” I panted.
“Just barely,” Morgana growled as we stepped inside.
The sleek, black classroom was decorated in a way that matched Vanessa’s personality perfectly: dark, cold, and devoid of any emotions. When I took a seat at the f
ront of the room, Vanessa looked up at me from her desk. Today, she was wearing a simple wool dress with a black petticoat, her hands were gloved, and black pearls dangled from her slender pale neck.
“You’re cutting it dangerously close today, coven,” she tutted.
“Apologies, Professor,” Morgana replied quickly. “Last night was… tiring.”
“You know I don’t care for excuses, Miss Morgana,” Vanessa scolded as she narrowed her ice blue eyes.
“Err… right,” the bookworm muttered and dropped her gaze, “sorry.”
When the last student scurried inside, the door slammed shut on its own, and everyone went quiet. Then Vanessa stood up from her desk and smiled tightly at the class.
“Who can tell me what useful hexes and spells can be used when combating an umbra daemonium?” she asked.
Morgana’s hand shot up in the air, but Vanessa turned to the table on our right and smiled. It was our opposing team, and they all sat a little straighter when the professor looked at them.
“Penelope?” Vanessa said. “Perhaps you know the answer to this?”
“O-Oh,” the orange-haired witch stuttered. “Um, well… actually, I’m afraid I don’t know, Professor.”
“That is unfortunate,” Vanessa replied curtly. “Can you at least tell me what an umbra daemonium is?”
Morgana’s hand trembled slightly in the air as she bit down on her lower lip, and I knew it was killing her not to answer the question.
“It is… a demon of darkness?” Penelope replied slowly.
“It’s a shadow demon.” Vanessa nodded. “And you should know all about them, since they have a habit of showing up during the Ludi Mortiferum. Now, Penelope, please tell us a little more about them.”
“Uh, right,” Penelope mumbled as she furiously flipped through the pages of her textbook. She finally landed on the correct page and awkwardly looked at the professor. “Umbra deamoniums are shadow creatures that tend to hunt witches and warlocks for sport… and they can only be killed when forging sunlight from a wand.”
“Correct.” Vanessa grinned.
“What a waste of time,” Morgana huffed as she finally dropped her arm. “I could have saved us five minutes.”
“Whatever,” Akira muttered back. “At least it made Penelope look stupid.”
“Now,” Vanessa said, a little louder. “If everyone could be quiet and listen to the rest of the lesson, that would be excellent.”
Morgana and Akira exchanged embarrassed looks with one another as Vanessa glided across the classroom.
“We all know how to cast a spell of light,” the professor said. “It is one of the simplest spells to enact, even a mortal child could do it.”
“And your point is what… ?” Akira grumbled under her breath.
“The point, Akira, is that a daylight hex is similar to the illuminana spell,” Vanessa snapped, and Akira’s face turned beet red as the professor stared her down. After a long, tense moment, Vanessa finally averted her gaze from the black-eyed witch and focused on the entire class. “All it takes to enact the spell is a simple incantation… but there’s a tricky part to the process. First, you must be able to focus on something in particular before you utter the hex. It is not a spell you can just blabber out loud. It takes a picture in your mind to execute it successfully.”
“A picture of what?” I asked.
“A picture of a clear blue sky,” she responded. “Now, I know when most of you think of the daytime, you picture thick gray clouds and rainstorms… believe me, so do I. But for this spell, you must imagine the clearest and brightest blue sky imaginable and then say ‘lux.’”
“That doesn’t sound so hard,” I muttered. “It’s not even a complicated spell.”
“Maybe not for you, human,” Morgana whispered, “but we were born to loathe the sun and blue sky.”
“You look pretty human to me,” I snickered.
“Now, let’s practice, shall we?” Vanessa said before Morgana could reply to me.
Suddenly, each student had a plant in front of them. It was a sickly green color, and parts of it resembled a thick, prickly vine. They were odd-looking plants, but the strangest thing about them was the fact they were wailing like infants.
Each student placed their hands over their ears and groaned in protest.
“If you want them to be quiet,” Vanessa called out, “you must kill them.”
“Fuck!” Akira said before she aimed her wand at her plant. “Lux! Lux! Lux! Shut the fuck up!”
Nothing happened, and she cursed multiple times out loud.
“Focus, Akira!” I reminded her. “Don’t just say the spell. You have to mean it.”
“How about you do it, then?” she demanded.
I shrugged and pointed my wand at my plant. I envisioned a beautiful, clear blue sky and a bright sun beating down on my skin. I even pictured what an ocean would look like under the sun, and I almost smiled at the thought but forced myself to remain composed. Then I took in a deep breath and narrowed my eyes at the howling plant.
“Lux!” I cried out.
My plant started to shake, and its body began to slowly expand and grow. Within seconds, it was towering up to the ceiling, and for a moment, I thought I had recited the wrong spell.
But then the plant started to sway back and forth before it suddenly blew up.
Green sludge splattered all over the room, and the students all groaned in protest when the ichor hit them. I thought that was the end of it until the other plants in the room started to violently shake and wail so loudly the glass chandelier shattered above us. Everyone covered their ears as their plants grew taller, and then each one of them popped. Plant goop was plastered all over the classroom and the students, and a heavy silence followed as each witch glared in my direction.
“Well,” Vanessa coughed. “That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind… ”
“Apologies, Professor,” I mumbled with a wince.
“It’s fine,” she sighed. “Let’s just clean this up.”
She waved her wand, and the room was spotless once again. Students exchanged confused looks with one another before she addressed the room with her hands raised.
“Let’s try something else, shall we?” she said.
“But, Professor,” Iris protested as she gave me the side eye, “because of Cole, we didn’t even get a chance to practice.”
“You’ll be able to do that during private lessons,” Vanessa snapped. “As for the rest of the class, we need to stick to the schedule. Is that alright with you?”
“Apologies, Professor,” she mumbled.
“Good,” Vanessa sighed. “Now, let us move on to common defense spells, shall we?”
Vanessa gave a brief lesson on the history of defense hexes and curses, and we spent the rest of the class learning her favorite standard spells to use in a battle. We didn’t practice on anything physical until we came to the last curse on her list.
“Now, this one is one of my favorites,” she gushed. “Is anyone, besides Miss Morgana, familiar with the plaga hex?”
Morgana huffed under her breath and crossed her arms.
I turned to look at the rest of the class, and no one seemed to know what she was talking about, so Vanessa finally sighed and rolled her pale blue eyes.
“Very well,” she snapped. “Morgana, why don’t you enlighten the rest of the class?”
The bookish brunette smiled and cleared her throat before responding. She was clearly enjoying her little moment of supremacy.
“A plaga hex is used to conjure up a deadly illness on one’s opponent,” she answered with her chin raised. “It won’t kill your enemy, but it will certainly cause them excruciating pain and turmoil.”
“Which is why we will be using my favorite kind of test subject for this one.” Vanessa grinned.
The beautiful professor flicked her wrist, and a cloud of gray smoke appeared at the front of the room. As soon as the mist evaporated, a man in a loincloth wa
s trembling by her desk. He had his hands and legs chained together, and judging by his yellow teeth and red-rimmed eyes, he’d been down in the dungeons for a long time.
“Please,” he coughed. “Have mercy, my lady.”
“I’m not your lady,” Vanessa cackled. “And I certainly won’t show you any mercy.”
“Please!” he wailed.
“Vomica!” she shouted.
The man started to violently convulse, and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. Piss dripped along his leg as boils and scabs began to cover his entire body, and I could tell he wanted to pick and scratch at himself, but the chains prevented him from even coming close to touching his own skin.
“No!” he cried out. “Please, it burns! Make it stop!”
“I don’t think so,” Vanessa said in a sugary-sweet tone, “I think we’ll send you back to the dungeons instead.”
He cried out one last time before Vanessa flicked her wand and made him disappear. She then turned to look at the class and smiled proudly.
“Well, I’m afraid that’s enough fun for one day,” she said. “Tomorrow, we will be combining blood magic and curses, so you’d better be prepared for an intensive lesson. Do your reading and memorize the three major curses in chapter fifteen.”
Everyone began to collect their belongings, but the table next to us remained in their seats. When they didn’t move, Vanessa stared at them with mild curiosity and annoyance.
“Why are you still sitting there?” she finally asked.
“Aren’t we going to have a private lesson, Professor?” Beatrix asked.
“No.” Vanessa shook her head. “It will be tomorrow after class.”
“Oh,” Penelope muttered awkwardly.
My own coven took the hint, and we also packed up our belongings. The other table finished before us, and they headed out of the classroom. I could feel Vanessa’s eyes on me as I grabbed my quill and books, but I did my best to ignore her. As I was placing my books into my satchel, though, Vanessa shot up from her seat.
“Wait,” she said, “what is that in your bag, Cole?”
“Uhhhh,” I said slowly. Shit. She’d seen the book. Maybe if I played dumb she wouldn’t press me about it. “My books?”
