The Spell of Six

by Casey Morgan

  And I let it happen. I let her womb take its due, roaring in satisfaction and something I’d never felt before: the joy of conquest. Though I hadn’t manhandled her. Dominated her in any way cruel or uncaring.

  Gwendolyn was overcome by spasms. By zapping, trembling orgasms the moment I filled her. Slid in and out of her a few final times, before dropping myself and her into the water.

  Even surrounded by cold water, her body continued to release and contract. Spasm and relent under my tool. Under the combined weight of how many of us she had already had, and would have through the rest of the night, if things kept going the way they were.

  A flash of lightening streaked across the sky. The snow cam faster now and the wind picked up, blowing Gwendolyn’s red hair around her face. She laughed and the sound was otherworldly.

  “One more,” she moaned. “I need one more to complete the spell. David?”

  David was immediately there, pushing me to the side. Not out of the way, but out of my right to possess her any longer. He scooped her up into his arms, and waded with her to the other side of the lake, backlit by the full Harvest moon and the lightening filling the sky.

  Chapter Forty-One

  David

  I felt like a kid making out of the candy store with all the candy as I took Gwendolyn in my arms, and escaped with her to the opposite end of the lake. The other boys had had their fill, my younger twin brother among them, and now it was my turn. My turn to savor and sweeten her, just as they had. To fill her full of me, before allowing her to rest and relax.

  I kissed her. Brushed some soggy ringlets of her hair away from her perfect, heart-shaped face. As I did this, I felt myself reach the other end of the small lake. The side. I sat down on the bank, and was surprised when she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. Marked me on my chest and belly with her wetter-than-water juices.

  “Ready for me so soon?” I asked, feeling my voice rumble up from my hard shaft, my tight, full balls. “Just got stuffed with three out of four courses, and you already want your fourth?”

  Gwendolyn nodded, fixing me with her serious, hungry gaze. Her dark eyes glowing. Moving closer to me, trying to float herself over the tall, heavy cock she knew was waiting for just under the surface of the water, she said, “I do, David. I’m hungry.” She let me get a good look at her belly, not yet beginning to fill out with the baby that we just learned was coming. It would be a few more weeks before we would know much more. “I’m eating for two, you know.”

  “I do know,” I said, rubbing her belly, and beginning to lower her down onto me. On to my shaft that was so hard and heavy, not even the water currents could cause him to move. “Let’s remedy that sooner rather than later, shall we, my love?”

  She didn’t need to answer. The look in her eyes, the fierce, devouring fire was enough for me.

  So I did the only thing that any self-respecting man would do. I raised myself and my hips out of the water enough to kiss her lips. To toy with her opening ever-so-slightly, before burying myself in her. Stuffing her full, as I simultaneously arched my massive, throbbing cock into her slick, wet and dripping pussy, and pulled her down on me.

  The effect was instantaneous for both of us. We both groaned. Bit back screams of pleasure as it happened, jerking like electricity pulsated through us. And in a way, it did. Though I hadn’t been palming myself, squeezing or preparing my dick to be inside her, the moment I was, I was ready to burst.

  My cock was already so hot and heavy, it felt like I would split down the middle just by being inside her. Just by rocking back and forth in her, as I adjusted her position on me. Her straddle on my near-ten inches of pleasure and pain.

  After a moment, she settled down on me, breathing slowly. Steadily. In and out. I held her close, began to rock my hips up and down, filling her. Stimulating her already-overstimulated insides.

  After only seconds of motion and movement, Gwendolyn was already squeezing and grinding against me. Grabbing and clinging to me like her pussy had become an iron fist, and my cock her latest victim. She growled and groaned, begging me to keep going. To move faster. Not the pause in between motions, as I’d started to do.

  So I kept up my speed. I forced my way in and out of her, though I could feel her lips and clit quaking violently. Quivering, ready to release the floodgates at any moment. As it was, she felt like she was melting over me. Dripping around me like undercooked, warm cake batter. Something not even the water around us took away from.

  With each thrust, Gwendolyn whimpered. Cried out for my cock. “Oooh, David! Give me your big, monstrous cock! Fill me and my bad little pussy until I’m broken! Please!” She panted raggedly. Quickly, trembling as she began to move herself along me at the pace she desired. It was faster, more frenetic than I wanted to do, for fear of bruising her. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Ooh, ooh yes!” She whimpered, punctuating each of her words and sounds with another quick, animalistic twist of her hips. Rotation of herself along my length.

  And that was when she busted completely loose. Her body and legs gave out, spreading outward, like a bomb had just gone off. And it did. At the same time that her womb and pussy conspired to rocket me out, was the same moment I exploded. Filled her with my everything, with no preamble. No forewarning, I unloaded not one spray of cum, but two. Large, hot ones. So much, I actually felt it leaking out of her and into the lake already, even as it was still filling her.

  “Oh, baby,” I breathed, afraid to move another inch inside of her. If I did, my cock might fall off. Or dissolve inside of her. Nothing I minded personally, but I wanted to be around to please her for years and years to come. “Enough food for your hungry pussy?”

  She groaned sleepily. Weakly, as if that last orgasm had stolen the last of her strength.

  “Oh, yes,” she said, collapsing against me, and allowing her pussy to still tenderly suck and kiss me, despite the main action being over. “But I will always want more. More and more, for as long as I live, David.” She sighed, clutching me to her and then she started crying.

  Eric, Alex and Travis approached us then, taking their places around us in the lake. Around her, comforting and soothing her.

  I kissed her red, exhausted face. “What’s wrong darling?” I begged. “Did the spell not work?”

  “I don’t know,” she whispered, leaning her weight into all of us.

  Suddenly her body convulsed again, lightening filled the sky and Gwendolyn screamed.

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Gwendolyn

  It felt like my body was being torn apart by the forces of nature. The wind started to howl around us, whipping the water of Heart’s Lake into small waves.

  The boys pulled my body completely from the water and surrounded me. David put his hands on my waist and pulled me back to his bare chest. Alex and Eric each cradled one of my sides and Travis sat in front of me rubbing my legs.

  The concern they had for me was apparent on their faces. They didn’t know what was wrong or how to help. I loved them for what they tired to do and I would miss their efforts once they were gone. They were all such good men. I didn’t want to see them go.

  Grandmother Cora, Great Great Grandmother Agnes, I prayed as my body writhed on the sand, I don’t want this spell to fail. I want to do you both proud, but I also don’t want to lose the loves of my life. Help me, Grandmothers. Help me.

  In my mind, I heard the voice of my Grandmother Cora.

  Speak the words, child. Speak the words with your loves and everything will be alright.

  The words! I had gotten so caught up in the sex, I forgot the last part of the spell. I glanced around and couldn’t see my clothes anywhere. I would have to say the words from memory. I thought back to looking at the parchment this morning. I could see the lines for the spell in Great Great Grandmother Agnes’ looping writing.

  “Magic of the earth and sky,” I croaked, my voice scratchy from screaming. But then I stopped. Grandmother Cora had told me to say the words with my loves. We had t
o say the words together. Calming my body and its trembling, I got the guys attention. “Boys, for the spell to work, I need you to say these words with me. I will tell you what to say, line by line, and then we will say each line together. Okay?”

  They all nodded their agreement.

  “Go on, Gwendolyn,” said David. “We are with you. Just tell us what to say.”

  My body had stopped trembling enough that I could sit up on the sand. I took David’s hand in my own and then Eric’s with my other hand. Alex and Travis both held onto one of my arms. I took a deep breath and then, following my lead, we all took a breath together.

  “Magic of the earth and sky,” I started, “love and protect this town of my birth.”

  I said the lines over again, this time joined by the boys.

  “As I love and protect my true loves, held in my arms tonight.”

  We all said the words again. David squeezed my hand encouragingly. I smiled at him and then looked around at the three others. I would miss them so much. As I prepared to say the final words and set the spell, I prayed to my grandmothers one more time.

  Please. Please. Don’t let me lose these men. The loves of my life and the fathers of my child. Please.

  My breath caught with a sob. Tears made their way down my cheeks. “May all things be magical.”

  “May all things be magical.” The boys repeated with me.

  The wind and rain were gone instantly. The lake settled, and the moon burst through the clouds to shine down on us. There was no noise, the forest was quiet around us.

  More tears rolled down my cheeks. I could barely breathe.

  “What is it, love?” Travis asked. “Did the spell work?”

  I felt the air around me. It felt different. Thicker, like it had when my Grandmother Cora was alive.

  I let go of Eric’s hand and held my hand aloft. I called light to my palm. A simple spell that my grandmother had taught me when I was a child. It worked. The boys hissed and pulled back when my hand lit up. We all stared in awe.

  “It worked,” I breathed. “and now…now…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. To tell them that they would have to leave.

  I looked into each of their eyes. David, so steadfast and responsible. Eric, so calm and selfless. Travis, so strong and manly. And Alex, so fun loving and free. I didn’t want to lose them. They were the loves of my life and I wanted them in my life.

  No, I would have them in my life.

  I stood. Not ashamed of my nude body in the moonlight. I called all the magic in the air that I could feel. My skin started to glow with light blue light as my body filled with magic. My men looked up at me in awe. I gestured to them, one at a time.

  Alex got up first, he was always ready for an adventure. I took him in my arms and stood on my tiptoes to kiss his lips. As I did, I breathed magic into his body. Become like me, my love. Become like me, I intoned in my head. Alex filled with blue light. He gasped and fell to his knees.

  Travis was right behind him. I kissed and filled Travis with magic as well. His skin glowed and he also fell to his knees next to Alex.

  Quickly, I kissed David and Eric. Now all my loves were bathed in blue light, on their knees around me. The looked up with awe and wonder in their eyes.

  “We are all one together,” I announced. “You will be witches, just like me.”

  Grandmother Cora’s voice came to me one more time. So be it!

  Lightening crashed into the lake, turning the whole thing into an electric mass. The air crackled. Then there was a flash.

  I felt like I was hit with a boulder and crashed onto the sand. The it was dark.

  ****

  When I woke, my head was pillowed in Eric’s lap. He ran his fingers through my hair gently. I rolled over so I could look up into his eyes and smiled.

  “Are you okay, Gwendolyn? Was all that magic too much for you?” he asked quietly.

  I stroked his knee next to my head and looked around for the others. They were close by, sitting around a firepit they had made.

  Eric saw me look around and explained, “We didn’t know if everything with the spell was done, so we didn’t move you. Are we done?”

  I nodded. “I think so.”

  But something felt wrong. It was so close to working, but wasn’t quite there, and I couldn’t figure out why.

  “Gwendolyn?” I heard someone say.

  It was a deep, gruff male voice.

  Could it be?

  I looked up to see Robert, coming over a hill towards me.

  Yes, it was.

  And there was a large group of people with him. Twelve, to be exact. They were all the same ones I had met that day at the Lucky Spell Pot.

  Had the polyamorous witches and elves of Luck’s Hollow, Ireland, managed to convince Robert to join my harem here in Love’s Hollow, New York?

  And did they have the answers as to how to get this spell to work?

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Robert

  “Robert!” Gwendolyn said. She was naked, but she hurried to put some clothes on before running over and throwing herself into my arms. “You’re here!”

  “I am,” I said, even though I still couldn’t believe it myself.

  I nodded at my friends, who smiled back at me. It was embarrassing— seeing them in this situation, and knowing I was here to join them. But I was trying my best to let go of my hang-ups and do whatever it took to be with Gwendolyn.

  I had been going about my life, trying to forget all about Gwendolyn, although that usually proved impossible, when this large group of mostly Irish accented creatures had come and knocked on my door.

  They told me they had met Gwendolyn and that I had to help her save her restaurant. When I asked them how they knew who I was and where to find them, one of the girls had said, “We’re witches, don’t you know? Just like your beloved Gwendolyn.”

  My beloved Gwendolyn.

  I had no idea how they knew, but I knew that I had to listen to them. Try as I might, I could never get thoughts of Gwendolyn off my mind. I would do whatever it took to be with her, even if that meant listening to these creatures I had just now met.

  “Hi, Gwendolyn!” one of the girls said now.

  “Shanna!” Gwendolyn said, hugging her, which was a bit awkward, considering that in her haste to run over to me, Gwendolyn hadn’t put on many clothes, and the ones that she had put on hadn’t been put on very well. “What are you doing here?”

  “Our witchy senses told us you might need some extra help with a spell you’re trying to do,” Shanna said.

  “Yeah, now you have three more witches to help you out,” another witch said.

  “Mila,” Gwendolyn laughed, and she was looking at that witch with the same horrified expression that I was sure was on my own face.

  “Oh, I don’t mean like that,” Mila said, and blushed. “We’ll just lend psychological support. From afar.”

  “Okay,” Gwendolyn said, looking relieved. “Honestly, I wasn’t sure what you meant, because I’m not sure how this spell works, or what I’m missing. I just tried to do it, and I thought I did everything right.”

  “What it’s missing is Robert here,” said the third witch, gesturing towards me.

  Me? I was what was missing? And what spell are they talking about?

  I was feeling as confused as Gwendolyn looked.

  “What do you mean, Keira?” Gwendolyn asked.

  Yes, please elaborate, I thought.

  “The spell only works when true love is present,” Keira explained. “All the people who truly love each other must be present.”

  “So, you mean…?”

  Gwendolyn looked from Keira, to Shanna, to me, and then back again.

  “Yes,” Shanna said. “Robert was meant to be with you, too. If he’s left out, the spell won’t work.”

  “Robert?” Gwendolyn asked, her pretty eyes pleading with me. “If what they say is true…”

  “I get it,” I told her. “And I�
�m willing to, um, help out.”

  I couldn’t help but smile as I said that. Fuck, I was half hard just from seeing Gwendolyn’s naked body, and so I would be more than happy to help her out.

  “Robert,” Shanna said, “Just so you know, all of the people who love each other must all… ummm, consummate everything… in order for it to work.”

  I took a deep breath. I was worried about this.

  “You know what?” I said, looking at Gwendolyn. “I’ve thought about this and I know that being with you means sharing you with my friends. I thought I wasn’t able to do that. But I’m willing to try. Because I sincerely want to be with you.”

  “Aww,” Mila said, falling into the arms of three of the elves. “That’s so sweet.”

  I couldn’t help but notice that Keira started holding hands with four of the other elves, while Shanna linked arms with the remaining two. I supposed this was one big elf orgy or something.

  “Wow, Luck’s Hollow is where it’s at when it comes to polyamorous relationships, huh?” Gwendolyn said, as if reading my mind. “You guys really know how this works.”

  “What can I say?” Shanna said, shrugging. “When it comes to love, one can never have enough of it.”

  “That’s true,” Gwendolyn said. Then she turned to look at me. “You ready?”

  “Ready as I can be,” I told her, truthfully.

  She hugged her witch friends and they retreated into the distance, to give us our privacy, I supposed. But they reassured us that they would be thinking extra special thoughts to help the spell work, for which Gwendolyn was very grateful.

  Then Gwendolyn took my hand and lead me over to where my friends were. They nodded and smirked at me, as if they wanted to tease me but knew that now wasn’t the right time. There was a very serious hush that fell over all of us, as if this was a special moment.

  “Alright guys, I hope you’re ready to go again,” Gwendolyn told them. “Because according to my friends from Luck’s Hollow, Robert has to do this with us in order for it to work.”