The Sorceress Next Door (Taboo Erotica) (Magic Temptation Book 1)

by Anya Merchant

  The Sorceress Next Door

  By

  Anya Merchant

  Copyright © 2014 by Anya Merchant

  All rights reserved

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.

  CHAPTER 1

  The gentle snow drifting through the air outside the window of Dan’s room made him feel as though the world was suspended inside a snow globe. Winter was in full swing, and that morning, the cold bite of the air had not made it easy for him to get up and out of bed.

  He got dressed, and made his way downstairs. His step sister, Jess, had already helped herself to breakfast and was sitting at the table, munching on toast.

  “Morning, sis,” he said.

  “Good morning Dan.” Jess had entered Dan’s life along with her mother, Jane, when he’d been about 10. The past 8 years of living with them had been good, much better than what he remembered of it just being him and his dad, who though a committed parent, was sometimes rather inattentive in his duties.

  “Are you Christmas shopping already?” Dan watched Jess as she flipped through a clothing catalog, circling items occasionally with a pen in her hand.

  “It’s never too early to start,” said Jess. “I’m a big fan of getting it done before the major rush kicks off.”

  Dan poured himself some cereal and then walked over and sat down next to her at the table.

  “Honestly, I haven’t even started thinking about it,” he said. “You’ll be easy enough to find something for, I think.”

  “I’m not sure if that was a compliment, but I’ll take it as one,” said Jess.

  Dan smiled at her.

  “It’s my dad that I’m worried about. He’s always on a business trip or working abroad, what the hell does a guy like that need?”

  Jess tapped her fingers on the table for a second, and then shook her head.

  “You got me,” she replied. “But I have my own mom to worry about, who happens to be the pickiest woman in the world when it comes to clothing.”

  As if on cue, Dan’s step mom, Jane, walked out of the downstairs bathroom and into the living room, with two small towels tied around her hair and body. Jane was a gorgeous woman, and Dan had to force himself to look away from her body, which was an almost irresistible mixture of thin curves, bust, and butt.

  “Hey you two,” she said. “I’ll be downstairs in a minute, just let me get changed.”

  Dan nodded, and continued looking away, his face beginning to feel hot. It was hard for him to deal with his step mom, and to a lesser extent, his step sister as well. They were very comfortable with in their bodies, a fact that had led to Dan guiltily stealing illicit peeks on occasion.

  “Maybe I should get her a bathrobe,” said Jess. Dan chuckled, wrinkled his forehead.

  “Anyway, the main question on my mind right now is just where I’m going to make the money appear from,” he said. “Christmas presents don’t come cheap.”

  “Well, it’s your turn to shovel the driveway this morning, anyway,” said Jess. “Why don’t you see if any of the neighbors would be interested in your help?”

  “I doubt they would pay me for it,” said Dan. “There are tons of snowplows that would do the job for cheap.”

  “Shovel their driveway first, and ask for donations second,” said Jess.

  It was a good idea, Dan realized. He smiled at his sister, and got up from his chair.

  “Jess, you are wise beyond your years,” he said, walking towards the foyer.

  “You can show me how grateful you are by getting me a new purse,” she said. “How about something designer brand?”

  Dan’s mom was headed down the stairs as he finished bundling up in his winter clothing. She had thrown on a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, and it was hard for him to ignore the outline of her breasts through the thin fabric.

  “Do you mind knocking the snow off my car while you’re at it?” she asked. “I think I’m going to head out to the store after.”

  “No problem mom, but you’re going to owe me afterwards,” he said. She smiled at him and offered up a suggestive wink.

  The morning sky was grey over his head, and a fine, several inch deep layer of white powder had collected on the ground from the previous night. Dan could feel tiny, cold flakes landing on his hair as he made his way over to the garage to grab the shovel. He liked the weather, and had been waiting for it. It had been cold for the past couple of weeks, but without snow to go along with it, the atmosphere of a real winter had been missing.

  He started working on his parent’s driveway, clearing it one shovel full at a time. Memories of being a young kid and playing in the snow filled his mind, along with nostalgia for the old days of hurling snowballs in subfreezing temperatures with his sister, only to come back inside to find hot cocoa already out and waiting for him, made by his mom.

  The shoveling went quickly, and he was surprised to find that his body stayed quite warm throughout the task. At first he thought it was because of his own internal body heat, but it only seemed to happen while he was on the left side of the driveway, the one closest to the house that had recently been bought and moved into, a house whose owner he still hadn’t met. It was weird, and Dan found himself scratching his head thinking about how it could even happen.

  And partly due to his curiosity, he decided to make that house the next one to be shoveled. It was small, and had been built more recently than Dan’s family’s house. The front door was painted black, and a copper colored, old fashioned knocker hung from the center of it.

  Dan set about moving the snow. From inside the house, he could hear strange noises, almost as if the TV was turned up at full volume with a movie loaded with sound effects playing. He kept looking over towards one of the front windows, which had the shades drawn and offered no hint as to what was going on behind him.

  There was no car in the driveway, and no tracks or snowless patches around to indicate where one might have been. Dan found that to be especially odd. While the town of Westhaven was tiny, there were little to no public transportation services, and everyone drove everywhere.

  He pushed all of the irregularities out of his mind and focused on the task at hand. The driveway was smaller than his family’s, and didn’t take long at all to finish. He stood looking at the door for a moment, debating whether or not anyone would even be home, and then finally started walking up the steps towards the entrance.

  The door opened before he could reach for the knocker, startling him. A woman was behind it, and she looked at him with intense eyes and a crafty smile. Her hair was a reddish shade of blond, and she had large breasts, at least for her petite frame, along with a trim waist that led into nicely sized hips. She was wearing an odd looking dark robe over a t-shirt and jeans, and looked to be in her early thirties.

  “Hello there, young man,” she said. “I see you’ve taken on the snow in my driveway on as a project.”

  “Yeah,” he replied, feeling strangely nervous. “I was just clearing my parent’s driveway, and, well, I just figured…”

  The woman turned and walked into her house. After a couple of steps, she looked back at him expectantly.

  “Come on inside,” she said. “It’s cold out. Let me fix you some tea, or coffee.”

 
Dan nodded, and followed behind her, feeling the omnipresent warmth of the house merging into the inner heat brewing inside of him.

  CHAPTER 2

  “Here, have a seat,” said the woman. “My name is Stella.”

  “Oh, yeah, I’m Dan, it’s nice to meet you.” He shook the woman’s hand, and took a quick look around her living room. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before, with artifacts and tapestries that seemed to belong to another time period, or another world. It was all neat and orderly, but still somehow managed to have a chaotic feel to it.

  “Make yourself at home, Dan,” she said. “You kind of caught me at a bad time.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said.

  “No, it’s okay. Let me just get changed, and then we can chat a little bit, and I’ll pay you the money that I’m sure you’re expecting to receive as compensation.”

  Dan flinched a little at her words, and wasn’t entirely sure how to respond. She was blunt, brash, and straight to the point, which was different from his mom and sister and any of the other close women in his life.

  “I mean, I wasn’t trying to impose on you, I just thought, well I was shoveling my driveway anyway…” He found himself mumbling, and trailing off as he spoke.

  “It’s alright, I admire your initiative,” said Stella. “In fact, I just might be able to pay you more than you were expecting, if you can help me with another task.”

  She walked over into a small bedroom attached to the living room, and closed the door about three quarters of the way. Dan’s eyes were locked onto her, though logic and reason told him that the polite thing to do would be to look away.

  “As you probably know, I’m still quite new to this neighborhood,” said Stella. “I could use someone like you. Someone that knows the area. Someone to serve as my eyes and ears.”

  As she spoke to him, Stella began to undress in the bedroom. She pulled her robe off and let it slowly slide down to the floor. The angle she was standing at provided Dan with a view of her back without allowing her to see that he was peeping, but he still felt a little embarrassed and guilty for being such a voyeur.

  “What do you mean by that, exactly?” asked Dan. He glanced around the room again, and found himself growing more confused. Nothing really seemed to add up, not with the house and not with her.

  “It’s not something I can really explain in a believable way, I think,” said Stella. She had pulled off her shirt and was slowly wiggling out of her pants. Dan felt his cock beginning to harden as he watched her, and he did his best to keep himself under control.

  “All I want you to do is tell me if you see anything odd, at least for now,” she said. “Can you do that for me, Dan?”

  Stella was now clad only in her bra and panties. Dan swallowed hard, and then forced his mind to process what she was asking him.

  “Yeah, I can do that,” he said. “That’s no problem, Stella.”

  “Good, I’m glad to hear it!” She turned towards her laundry hamper and removed the rest of her clothing. From Dan’s viewing angle he could only see her naked body from the back, but it was still enough to push him deep into the depths of arousal. He couldn’t resist rubbing his dick through his pants as he watched the older woman begin to search through her dresser for clothes.

  Dan turned to shift his position, and his elbow bumped into something on a side table that caught his attention. It was a small crystal ball, seated on a gold metal base with four legs. Inside, it appeared to be filled with a pink colored fog that shifted slightly from his movement.

  He couldn’t resist leaning his hand in to touch it, and the second his fingers made contact, he realized that he had made a grave mistake. The room seemed to swirl into a blur, shrinking behind him as the ball grew larger and pulled him inside.

  The pink fog was all around him now. Dan felt hazy, as though he was dreaming, or in a daze. He found his memory of what had brought him there beginning to fade out, as though it was of little importance.

  “Dan,” whispered a voice. “I’m so glad you came to see me, Dan.”

  The fog seemed to materialize into the form of a pink colored human, more specifically, a woman. Dan’s eyes locked onto it. He couldn’t look away, and realized that he had a rock hard erection down below.

  “Come over here and play with me, Dan,” said the strange, ethereal form. The words were like candy on the air, and Dan felt his legs walking him over towards the fog with unrestrainable enthusiasm.

  He reached out with his arms as though to pull the woman into a hug, and instead, the pink cloud wrapped all around him. His body felt hot, and a pervasive, pleasurable feeling took hold of him. Dan realized that his cock was being worked over by whatever magic the fog held within it, and it felt amazing.

  “Oh god,” moaned Dan. He saw visions in front of him, dozens of naked women, from young to old, thin to curvy, all of them unbelievably attractive. They moved forward and began to run their hands along his body. Some of them seemed to stare at his cock and blush, and others giggled.

  There was a clothed, authoritative looking woman in front of him suddenly. She glared at Dan, and spoke to him, and though he couldn’t make out her words, he knew that she was reprimanding him for something he had done. Surprisingly, the woman began to rub his cock, stroking him as though it was a punishment for a crime.

  “What…what is this?” Dan let out a moan, and the scene changed again. There were three women on the ground in front of him – a famous celebrity pop singer, one of his high school crushes, and an attractive youtube star. They were all pushing their lips against his dick, kissing it and sucking as though it contained something essential to them.

  “Give us your cum, Dan,” the three of them chanted. “Give us your-“

  A hand suddenly grabbed Dan roughly by the shoulder and pulled him back. He turned and saw someone that looked real, Stella, with an amused smile on her face. The fog seemed to fade away in front of him, and then he was back on the couch, sitting where he had just been.

  “Out of all the objects you could have picked to play with, you went straight for that one…” Stella seemed to be laughing at a joke that Dan wasn’t in on. He recoiled at her words and felt his face begin to redden.

  “I, I didn’t mean to!” he said. “I mean, not really…Sorry.”

  “It’s okay, you didn’t know,” she said. “Besides, you’re a young man, and that’s a lust crystal. Though I am a little surprised at your taste in women, I must admit…”

  Stella was still mostly naked, and this time Dan was able to shame himself into fully looking away until she walked back into the bedroom to finish changing. For the next couple of minutes, Dan sat silently on the couch, glancing around Stella’s house and feeling more than a little baffled at his situation.

  The experience with the pink globe had shaken him to the core, but as scary as it was, he felt an undeniable sense of intrigue at it. Part of him wanted to just move on, with or without any pocket money, and get to shoveling the next house. Another part of him was totally focused on staying, and getting either an explanation or at least another glimpse at the strange magic his new neighbor seemed to be involved with.

  Stella finished pulling on her new clothes and walked back out into the living room. She was wearing an outfit that was much more casual and natural, regular looking jeans and a pink sweater, the type of outfit that any cute, modest woman might wear on a trip to the grocery store.

  “Are you…some type of witch, or something?” Dan finally managed to ask.

  “I prefer the term sorceress,” said Stella. “Don’t tell anyone, or I’ll have to wipe your memory, okay sweetie?”

  He nodded. There was a strange silence in the air, and the only thing Dan could think of doing to break it was to stand up.

  “I…I should probably get back to shoveling,” he said. Stella just smiled at him.

  “Sure thing, Dan,” she said. “And remember, if you see or hear anything weird or even anything at all, come over and te
ll me immediately.”

  Dan nodded at her, and then walked towards the door. He opened it, took one last look at Stella, who was beaming at him, and then stepped back outside.

  CHAPTER 3

  The snow was falling faster, and as much as Dan liked the image and atmosphere of it, it meant more work for him. He headed over to his other neighbor’s house, and began shoveling, figuring that if he went inside without making at least a little money, the whole thing would have been a waste of time.

  It didn’t make sense to him that somebody like Stella could exist. The magic was weird and unexpected, that was true enough, but for some reason Dan felt more taken aback by the woman’s confidence and style. She just seemed so happy, and empowered.

  The other family that lived next to him and his parents made a good deal of money, and as such, their driveway was larger and more time consuming than the other ones had been. It didn’t help that there was even more snow on the ground, requiring him to dig in deep for every shovel.

  His mom was pulling out of their driveway right as he finished. She drove the car up to where he was standing and unrolled the window.

  “I’m headed to the store, honey,” she said to him. “Don’t stay out here for too long.”

  “I won’t,” he replied.

  Jane drove off, and Dan took another look at Stella’s house. It seemed relatively unremarkable from the outside, forgettable, even. Maybe that was why she picked it in the first place, Dan figured.

  After checking in with his other neighbors and scoring about $20 for his Christmas shopping purposes, Dan headed back inside his own house. He took a moment to clear the snow off his boots and jacket as he unbundled, and then walked into the living room.

  Jess was sitting on the couch, watching TV. She didn’t notice him as he walked in, but that wasn’t unusual for his older sister. Every minute she had that wasn’t devoted to her college courses and homework was typically spent relaxing, at least as far as Dan could tell.