by Logan Jacobs
I watched in bloodthirsty fascination as the starving flames ascended past feet and knees, and soon, fire engulfed every single warlock tied to the stake. The smell of charred flesh filled the room as skin bubbled and popped, but some warlocks died quicker than others. Still, my eyes widened with enthrallment as their skin turned coal-black, and within moments, their eyes melted out from their hollow sockets like snow before the spring sun.
When each warlock died, Theodora raised her hands into the air once more, and one by one, the scorched corpses began to vanish from the posts.
“What is she doing?” I whispered to my coven.
“You’ll see,” Akira muttered back without looking at me.
Soon, large plates of dark, heavily cooked meat began to appear at each table, and once every warlock had disappeared from the stakes, the room filled with thunderous applause and cheers.
For a moment, I was confused because the smell of raw, burned flesh had suddenly turned into an aroma of spiced, tender meat, and it turned my stomach to study the meal before me.
“Is this…?” I asked slowly, and my entire coven nodded.
“You have to eat it,” Morgana instructed. “It’s a part of the ceremony.”
I gawked at my plate and then looked closely at the charred meat. It didn’t smell of flesh, but still, it took me a long moment before I stuck my fork into one of the thinner pieces. Then I shoved the piece into my mouth before I could change my mind and slowly chewed. It was almost rubbery in texture, but it didn’t taste awful. In fact, it was unusually satisfying, and one bite didn’t feel like quite enough. For some reason, I found myself craving the entire plate, and I began to eat faster as if my life depended on finishing within a limited amount of time.
“It’s strangely addicting,” I grunted before I took another large bite.
“That’s because you’re not only eating their flesh,” Morgana explained as she chewed on a small chunk. “You’re also consuming their life forces.”
“Well, I feel fucking invincible,” I groaned before I took another bite, and then another, but as I glanced around the expansive banquet hall, and at the hundreds of full plates, a question popped into mind. “How is there enough meat for every student?”
“Headmistress Theodora expands it,” Morgana explained. “Just like she does with rooms and anything else she so desires.”
“Ah,” I said before I took another mouthwatering bite.
Before I knew it, I’d eaten the entire plate, but I didn’t feel full. I craved more, like a wild animal that had its first taste of raw and bloody meat.
I sat back in my chair and then turned to look at the headmistress. She wasn’t eating, and instead, she remained in front of the room. When her eyes met mine, she discreetly nodded and then cleared her throat.
The entire room went quiet, and once again, all eyes were on Theodora.
“Once you have finished your meal,” the headmistress’ voice echoed, “you may return to your rooms… but first, I’d like to make one quick announcement. Starting immediately, the professors will be teaching higher level spells, curses, potions, and lessons. We narrowly escaped our last attack, and only Satan knows when the next one will be. I want you all to realize your lessons are no longer about good grades, but about survival. Please, do not be alarmed by this decision. Instead, seek out your inner strength and bring all your energy to the table. This will not be an easy semester, but that’s just the way it is. I expect everyone to do their parts, and I’ll be keeping a close eye on each and every one of you. Understood?”
“Yes, Headmistress Theodora,” the entire banquet hall echoed in response.
Theodora seemed pleased by this response, and she flashed me a small wink before she headed out the door.
Everyone immediately began to furiously whisper amongst each other, and some students appeared to be more excited than others.
I took a deep breath and then looked back at my coven. My women still hadn’t cleaned up their plates yet, and at first, I thought I wanted to wait for them to finish, but instead, I found myself desperately wanting to lay down. My body felt heavy, but my mind seemed as light as a feather. It was a strange sensation, one I’d never experienced before. It was almost as if I were drunk with the power of the warlocks’ lifeforces, and my body was still adjusting to this new energy.
“I-I think I’m going to lay down for a while,” I said to the others.
“Are you alright, Cole?” Vesta asked in a demure and soft-spoken voice. “Do you need a cup of elvish tea?”
“No, thank you.” I shook my head. “I think I just need some rest.”
They all stared long and hard at me as if they weren’t sure if leaving me alone was the best option, so I forced myself to stand tall and smile.
“Cole, are you sure you’re--” Morgana started, but I raised a hand to cut her short.
“Really,” I said, “I’m fine. I’ll see you all later.”
My coven nodded in agreement, but as I sauntered away from their table and toward the doors, I could feel a pair of eyes burning a hole into the back of my head. When I discreetly turned around to see who was staring at me, I met Penelope’s chocolate brown eyes from across the room. There was something in the way she looked at me that made my blood course with electricity and passion, and it was as if all my weakness had suddenly subsided and was replaced with wild desire.
As the orange-haired witch continued to stare, she chewed on her lower lip and then discreetly spread her legs under the table so I could make out the small strip of underwear that covered the lips of her pussy. For a moment, I thought she was going to move her hand downward and in between her thighs, but instead, she remained in that position and then flashed me a small, sexy smile.
I wanted to turn back and command her to come into my room, but another wave of exhaustion hit me like a spell, and I cursed under my breath. If it weren’t for the sudden urge to lie down and compose myself, I would have snatched up the orange-haired vixen, dragged her by the hand, and then ordered her to suck my cock right outside in the hallway.
I wouldn’t even give a shit if anyone caught us.
I quickly shook the thought out of my head, and then I wiped the sweat from my brow before forcing myself to turn around and push the heavy banquet hall doors open. As I made my way back to the common room, my vision began to blur before it turned as sharp as a falcon’s. Then, one moment I felt as weak as a newborn fawn, and the next, I was as powerful as a lion.
Whatever weirdness was going through my body, I both welcomed and abhorred it.
After stumbling through the corridors, I finally reached the common room, and all the familiars were sound asleep in the corner of the room by the fireplace. Alexander and Silvia were cuddled up next to each other, while Damien, Lily, and Ursula were nestled into their own little love pile. Clearly, Alexander’s dreams about wooing Silvia were slowly becoming a reality, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself as he snuggled up even closer to her.
I chuckled under my breath and quietly made my way back up to my room, and as soon as I shut the door behind me, I stripped myself naked and crashed onto my bed.
“Sir?” Cordelia’s voice echoed throughout the room. “Are you feeling alright? Do you need me to get you something?”
“No,” I muttered as I rubbed at my temples. “I think I just need to rest for a while.”
“Very well, sir,” the obedient maid answered. “I’ll leave you to it, then. Please do not hesitate to call for me, should the moment arise.”
“Will do,” I sighed before I began to toss and turn in my bed.
Soon, I fell into a light sleep, and images of fire seeped into my mind’s deepest depths. I couldn’t push them away, but a part of me didn’t even want to. I wanted to replay the images of the warlocks burning to a fiery crisp, and I longed to see the desperation, fear, and hopelessness in their melting eyes as they silently begged for mercy. Even as I slept, I could feel their wrath, sorrow, and agony, and it brought me a great
deal of pleasure.
The images continued to replay in my mind until there was a light knock on my door, and I quickly sat up and realized I was naked under the sheets and covered in a light film of sweat.
“Who is it?” I asked as I rubbed my forehead and lightly slapped my cheeks to fully wake up.
“Penelope,” the bright-haired witch’s voice echoed from behind the door.
A small smile crept across my face as I remembered how she looked at me after the ceremony, and my cock was already pulsating before I uttered a command.
“Come in,” I ordered. “Right now.”
The tangerine-haired witch slowly pushed the door open, and when she sheepishly looked into my eyes, a deep crimson blush crept across her already rosy cheeks.
“Oh,” she breathed before she looked down at her shoes. “I’m sorry… I forgot you were resting… should I come back later?”
“No, no, no,” I insisted with a small grin. “In fact, come closer.”
Penelope lightly laughed under her breath before she edged toward the foot of my bed. Then her eyes fluttered upward to meet mine, and her blush only deepened.
“Do you normally sleep naked?” she asked in a coy tone.
“The less I have to wear, the better,” I chuckled, “but I don’t think that’s what you came here to ask me.”
“No,” she admitted with the same scarlet blush across her cheeks and neck. “I actually came here to ask you for a favor.”
“Oh?” I said with a raised eyebrow. “What would that be?”
“I-I--” she stuttered, and for some reason, she couldn’t seem to get the words out of her rosy pink lips as she shifted from foot to foot. “I wanted to ask you if… I could also have my own room?”
My lips curled into a small smile before I burst into laughter.
“That was your question?” I snickered once I caught my breath. “You came in here like you were about to ask me for my liver.”
“I know,” she sighed before she looked down at her hands and then began to fumble clumsily with her slender fingers. “I thought it might have been a silly request--”
“Not at all,” I reassured her. “In fact, I will ask Theodora about it as soon as possible. You are a part of my coven now, and you’re entitled to the perks that come with your new position. ”
“Really?” she asked with a sparkle in her mahogany brown eyes.
“Yes,” I drawled before my eyes landed on the open door. “Motus.”
The door slammed shut, and the sound made Penelope jump with surprise.
“What is it?” I asked with a half-smile. “Are you nervous?”
“No, master,” she answered as her eyes darted around the room. “It’s just that… well, sometimes I’m not sure how to behave in front of you.”
“And why is that?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Well…” she began as she wrung her hands together. “You exhilarate me, but you also intimidate me at times.”
“And does it turn you on?” I asked as I gently pulled off the bed sheets.
Her eyes slowly trailed from my face and down to my exposed dick, and her chocolate-colored eyes glittered with longing and desire before she slowly licked her raspberry pink lips. I could feel feral energy coursing through my veins as she began to bite down on her bottom lip, and for a moment, I thought she was going to draw blood.
“Well?” I pushed. “Does it?”
“Yes, master,” she breathed. “All I can think about is your body… and your touch. I’ve been longing to feel your cock inside me once more… and honestly, it’s been driving me crazy. Especially after the way you fought Amon in the arena… I was wet as soon as you stood there as the champion and showed all those stuck-up women just how powerful and strong you are. I need you so bad, Cole. You have no idea.”
“Ahh, well, I’m sure we can remedy that.” I grinned. “Undress for me, and I’ll see what I can do… I am still a little sore, you know.”
The bright-haired witch quickly began to undo her buttons until I raised my hand into the air and smiled.
“Slowly,” I said, “we’re in no rush.”
Penelope panted heavily as she began to undo one button at a time, and her fingers were shaking as she reached the last one. Then she slowly took off her white shirt and let it fall to the floor with a gentle swoosh. She was wearing a simple, black bra, and all I wanted to do was trace the curve of her breasts with my fingertip.
“Now… take off your skirt,” I ordered.
“Yes, master,” she said without breaking eye contact.
The ginger-haired witch began to shimmy out of her black mini-skirt, and it brought a contented smile to my face as I watched her skirt fall to the floor and at her ankles. She kicked it away with her heel, took off her boots, and then made a move to crawl onto the bed until I raised a hand to stop her.
“No. First… take off your bra and panties.”
“Yes, sir,” she said before she chewed on her lower lip. “I am yours to command, body and soul.”
“I know.” I smirked.
The orange-haired witch never broke eye contact with me as she slowly began to unclasp the hooks of her bra. Her full, perky breasts spilled out from the garment as soon as she was free from its confinements, and then she carelessly tossed it aside. I spotted a long, dangling pentagram necklace between her breasts, and I couldn’t wait to see her wearing that, and only that. Her eyes never left mine as she slowly began to hook her fingers along the edges of her black thong underwear and then gently pulled them down. My cock hardened at the sight of her wet pink pussy, and I could see her thighs trembling as she took a small step closer.
“Sir… may I join you in bed?” she asked as she twirled a lock of her tangerine-colored hair around her finger and licked her lips. “I’ve been craving to feel you inside me again since the night you made me yours.”
“Of course,” I drawled as her grin grew wider. “Get over here. Right fucking now.”
Penelope quickly slid onto the bed, and I remained on my back with my head resting on the pillow. Her chestnut brown eyes lifted to meet mine before she reached over to touch my erect cock, and her gaze glittered with desire and satisfaction.
“Oh, master,” she moaned. “You’re soooooo hard. May I touch you?”
“Mmmm.” I nodded. “But I want you to take me inside your mouth. Do not stop sucking my cock until I tell you to. You can use your hands at the same time. I want you to be a busy girl.”
“With pleasure, master.” Penelope grinned as she licked her bright pink lips, slowly crawled closer to me on all fours, and then leaned down to grasp my member with her soft, delicate hands. Her eyes bored into mine as she slowly brought her lips down and then licked the tip of my cock with her hot, wet tongue.
My entire body shuddered from the sudden sensation, and the bright-haired witch ran her tongue along the underside of my length while she gently stroked the rest of my member with her hands. Her full mouth continued to tease and kiss my cock before she opened her mouth wide and then took me all in. She bobbed her head back and forth in slow motions at first, and she slurped and hummed as she sped up her movements.
“That’s it,” I grunted as I grabbed a handful of her hair and then arched my hips upward so I went deeper into her mouth. “Keep going.”
I roughly guided her along my cock, and she gagged as soon as my tip hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t dare slow down. Instead, she vigorously ran her hot tongue along every inch of my pulsating cock, and each time she reached the head, she lightly sucked and kissed the flared tip and sent electric currents coursing through my entire body. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment and tossed my head back into the pillow as she swallowed my whole member, all the way down to my balls, and when I opened my eyes, she stared longingly at me as she continued to bob her head back and forth.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned and slurped.
“Do you like that?” I growled.
As a response,
she took me in deeper until I fucked the back of her throat again, and then she gagged on my long, thick cock. Fresh tears spilled out from the corner of her eyes as she continued to choke and slurp on my dick, and her face was as red as Faye’s hair as she continued to please me.
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” Penelope whimpered as she bobbed her head even faster along my length.
Her chocolate-colored eyes were shimmering with tears, but I knew she was relishing in the taste of my dick, so I lifted my hips even higher and thrust deeper into her mouth. Then I laced my fingers into her orange-hued hair and guided her along my member as I thrust deeper and faster into her full, wet mouth.
“Fuck,” I panted. “Good girl… just like that… fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck…”
My breathing was growing labored, and I could feel an orgasm bubbling to the surface. I didn’t want to cum just yet, though, so I gently pulled on her hair, slowly lifted her orange head away from my erect, pulsating cock, and then stared into her downcast eyes.
“But master,” Penelope whined as she licked her moist lips. “I wanted more. I wanted to taste your cum in my mouth.”
“Too fucking bad,” I growled. “Because I want something else.”
“What do you want, master?” she pouted. “I’ll do anything. Just command me. I’m yours.”
“Since I’m still rather tired, I think I’ll continue to lie down on my back while you ride the fuck out of me.” I grinned. “Do you think you can handle it?”
“Oh, yes, master.” She nodded eagerly.
“Hover over me first,” I ordered. “I want to feel how wet you are.”
I remained on my back as Penelope slowly climbed on top of me and placed one leg on each side of my hips. Her bright pussy lingered above my erect cock and waited to slide down, but before I allowed her to lower herself, I reached in between her legs and stuck two fingers inside her warm, wet tunnel. Her sopping pussy was already quivering, and her walls clenched around my digits as I slowly prodded in and out of her.
“Oooooh, master,” she purred, and she tossed back her mane of tangerine-colored locks. “Your fingers feel sooooo goooood… but I can’t wait to feel your full cock spread me wiiiiide open.”
