by Casey Morgan
“So, he was the missing ingredient?” David asked, jutting his chin out at me. I could tell he was a little jealous, knowing that this thing Gwendolyn needed so much wouldn’t work without me being a part of it.
“Hey, I’m just glad you’re agreeing to do it,” Eric said. “I know how much our Gwendolyn wants this to work.”
“And I’ve been telling you it’s out of this world fun,” Alex added. “I just knew you’d eventually have to give in and join us.”
“Even if it took being dragged here by a bunch of magical Irish creatures,” Travis added.
Everyone laughed— even me, because it was funny, and because I was nervous. But I was also ready to get this party started. My cock was straining against my pants, urging me to get a move on it already.
“Okay, so how do we do this?” I asked.
“Go ahead and take your pants off,” Gwendolyn said, as she herself began to disrobe again.
I didn’t like letting her take charge of things. The alpha male in me roared its head and stepped up to the plate.
“So that I can do this?” I asked her, as soon as both of us had our clothes off.
As I said it, I grabbed a hold of my cock and walked up to her, then pushed her softly onto the ground. She got on her knees for me, her pretty eyes looking up at me, letting me know she liked how assertive I was being.
I pushed my cock into her willing, gaping mouth. She sucked on it while continuing to look up at me.
Suddenly Alex was behind her and said, “Get on your hands and knees. It’s time I joined this party.”
She did as he said, while continuing to suck my cock.
Soon, he was pushing his cock into her pussy, and I was jealous, even though I liked the treatment she was giving my own cock. Then, David was shoving his cock into her ass hole and she was taking it like a champ. Travis was jerking himself off while rubbing his cock all over her tits.
I had to admit I felt a bit jealous that I was so far behind the curve. The five of them had been doing this for some time without me, and I had a long way to go to catch up.
I also had to admit that it was quite hot to watch them fuck her and play with her while my cock was in her mouth. It made it grow even bigger, until I thought I might explode.
“I want to fuck you,” I told Gwendolyn, looking down at her and hoping that this was how things worked. Could I just fuck her whenever I wanted to, or did I have to wait until they were done? Perhaps there weren’t rules for these things.
“I’ll switch you,” Alex said, while pulling himself out of her and then coming around to where I was.
Reluctantly, I withdrew my cock from her mouth. But soon, as I walked around to the other side of her naked body, I was glad to see her dripping wet pussy hole waiting for me. I looked down at David’s cock filling up her tiny ass hole, and heard her squeal a bit as he pushed it in and out of her.
I had to get in there, and fast.
I held onto her ass cheeks like I had that day in the Lucky Spell Pot, and then slid my cock inside her tight, wet pussy.
“Oh my God, Robert, that feels so good,” she said.
It was hard to make out, because Alex’s cock was filling up her mouth, but I could still hear it.
“I love when you all cram all of my holes at once,” she cried out.
Travis went around to the front of her and she took turns sucking off Alex and then Travis, until finally they both put their cocks in her mouth at the same time. They were cramming her mouth full and she was expertly sucking both at once.
The view I had was amazing and I found myself at the heights of ecstasy. I had had no idea how great this whole thing would be. No wonder my friends had told me to join them, and assured me that I wouldn’t regret it.
It may have taken the gang from Luck’s Hollow to convince me to actually do it, but now I had to give it to everyone: they were right. This was awesome beyond my wildest imagination. This was fucking magical, and I didn’t ever want it to stop.
Chapter Forty-Four
Gwendolyn
I couldn’t believe that Robert had joined us. I had given up on my original goal of getting him to join the harem. I was so glad that my new friends from Luck’s Hollow had convinced him to do it.
But I would have to thank them again later. Because right now I was feeling so good with so many cocks in my mouth and my pussy and my ass.
Doing it with five guys at once was exactly what I needed. I had never felt this good before, even with all four guys, and I had thought that was amazing. Robert was the missing link, for sure.
As he thrust himself in and out of my pussy, I let myself moan and hum into Alex’s and Travis’ cocks that were in my mouth. And I enjoyed the sensation of David’s cock going in and out of my ass at the same time, too.
“This feels so good,” I called out, feeling the wetness slide out of my pussy and onto Robert’s cock as I slid back and forth on it.
He reached down and began playing with my clit. At the same time, Alex and Travis each began playing with one of my nipples: rubbing it in between their fingers, twisting and squeezing it. And David smacked my ass, telling me what a bad little good witch I was.
“Fuck yeah,” Robert said, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside me. “This feels so fucking good.”
“I told you, dude,” David said.
And just then I felt a bolt of electricity jolt all the way through my body, beginning the very best orgasm of my life.
“I’m gonna cum!” I shouted, as David spanked me again and Robert said, “Yeah, ride my cock and cum all over it.”
I obeyed him, humping his cock as I let myself writhe around on it, calling out up into the sky, “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!”
“I’m gonna cum too!” Robert announced, and the other guys were all saying something similar.
Before I knew it, Robert was spurting his cum into my pussy while David was shooting it into my ass and Alex and Eric were releasing it into my mouth. I swallowed it and took it all, while still finishing my own orgasm, and gasping for breath.
“Fuck yeah,” Robert said, taking out his cock at the same time that David did. “Look at those creampies we left in her.”
“Beautiful, right?” David asked, as Alex and Travis took their cocks out of my mouth and I licked up every last drop from their heads. “I told you this was great.”
“You were right, dude,” Robert admitted.
I laid down, and they did too, wrapping me in a blanket of multiple love and post-orgasm happiness. But we only stayed that way for a moment. I had something important to attend to, so I stood up, and so did the guys.
“Okay,” I told them. “Now we have to say the words of the spell again. All together. With six of us, now.”
“Yeah,” David said. “With Robert here, it should work.”
“You can thank me later,” Robert said.
“Whatever, dude,” Alex shot back. “If you had joined us back when we kept telling you to, it would have worked the first time around.”
“I’m sorry,” Robert snapped. “I just needed some time to get used to the idea!”
“Boys, boys, don’t fight,” I said. “We need to focus on this spell. The spell of six. It should work now.”
My heart was beating fast, and I was still panting from the amazing sex. But I was determined to have this work.
“Okay,” Robert agreed, and then I lead them all in saying the words again.
Then we stood there, wondering what would happen next.
I felt different, though.
I thought it must have worked this time, for sure.
Travis, suddenly, started running around happily.
“Gwendolyn! You didn’t tell us that we would have magic!”
He grinned from ear to ear and held up his hand. Light blossomed in his palm.
“It’s the coolest thing ever.”
I looked at the rest quickly, thinking it might be too good to be true.
But, no. It was
true all around.
David and Alex and Robert all mimicked Travis, the four of them happily showing me the light captured in their hands.
It did work! I thought.
Somehow, thanks to the spell of six and the fulfillment of the seeding spell, I had turned the guys into witches. Warlocks.
They were magical like me. Now they wouldn’t have to leave Love’s Hollow. And we could all be together, for good— even Robert, now that he had finally joined us like I had wanted him to do since the beginning, back when I first met him.
This had all turned out even better than I had hoped it would. I would get to keep the Lucky Spell Pot. And the love I had found with the five of them.
Tears of joy ran down my face.
I opened my arms and my five loves ran to hold me.
I sent a silent prayer of thanks up to my grandmother Cora. And to my friends from Luck’s Hollow, without whom none of this would have been possible.
But now, thanks to them and the success of the spell, this was exactly as how things should be.
And I couldn’t be any happier if I tried.
Chapter Forty-Five
Gwendolyn
One Year Later. One Week Before Christmas.
I set my wedding day for Christmas Eve. My life had been a whirlwind over the past year. A roller coaster, but one I never wanted to get off.
I had a beautiful little girl, Cora, who I named after my grandmother. My loves were witches now and allowed to stay in Love’s Hollow. We all moved into Eric’s house and planned our wedding.
But all plans came to a screeching halt. I started to feel sick in the mornings. I had almost no appetite, or started craving the strangest, most bizarre combinations. I wasn’t expecting another child so soon after having Cora.
This was the week before Christmas, which, like all the other weeks after last year’s Harvest Festival, had been busy. It was jampacked with customers, even during my extensive remodel and updates.
I hadn’t wanted to go get myself checked out, but David insisted. Leaving Cora with Tina, who was now our nanny.
David, Alex, Robert, Travis and Eric hoodwinked me into David’s car. Shanghaied me down the street to the nearby doctor’s office, one the boys went to all the time, and plastered me in a seat. Ordered for their personal doctor to be called in immediately. They said that he would be paid extra for this surprise appointment, but that they needed to have their fiancé seen to immediately.
I didn’t like being here. I didn’t want to be here, when I had a business to run and a child to love. But Eric insisted that this was for my health and well-being. That I shouldn’t shortchange it, no matter what my responsibilities were.
Travis agreed, saying that he would unceremoniously tie me to this chair if I didn’t submit to the examination. I liked the idea of being tied down, possibly taken, but not in the doctor’s office. Not where everyone could see.
I rolled my eyes. They were just as crazy during the last pregnancy and everything turned out alright.
My phone dinged. My brothers sensed something was wrong and jumped on the worry wagon. They were texting me like crazy, and I let it slip I was seeing a doctor.
They kept asking if I needed them to drop what they were doing and come get me, but I replied that I was fine. I was with my fiancés. That I had handled myself, and was already checked in at the front desk.
One of my four brothers offered to come sit with me too, but I refused. Just as all four of them were about to have a four-way call with me on my phone (I saw the call coming in), I was called into the examination room.
When my fiancés wanted to follow me in, I told them I had it under control. I kissed all four of them and told them to be good and wait for me outside. Travis didn’t want to, and neither did Alex. But Eric and David walked them obediently out. They promised me they would be waiting if I needed anything.
Unlike my doctor’s office, I didn’t have to wait long here, once I was in the examination room. Dr. Zachariah came in almost immediately. He had white hair, and a Santa-clause-white beard. And a beautiful bedside manner to match, along with his soft baby-blue eyes.
He asked me what kind of trouble I was having, and I explained to him my symptoms. The nausea in the mornings. The vomiting. The strange cravings for food.
As I told him these things, I began to get a warm feeling in my stomach. A tingly feeling there, one I could interpret myself, but didn’t want to quite admit. Not yet. Not until he told me where we were going to go from here.
“I’d like you to go give me a bit of a sample,” he said lightly. “If you could, Miss Bishop.”
As he said this, I saw the twinkle in his eyes. The smile, knowing I wasn’t married yet but would be. I smiled back, knowing he was right about that, but would never know how many others I was also marrying. Had gotten engaged to with this one ring.
As I disappeared to collect and give my sample, I thought again of how lucky I was. How I didn’t have to do any of this alone anymore. While in the bathroom, I cried my eyes out. From joy and something I couldn’t explain. I cried as I filled up the cup, put the lid on the top, and labeled it.
By the time I returned to the examination room, I was dry-eyed but expectant. Oddly excited and antsy.
When Dr. Zachariah appeared, I already knew he had good news. He had a wide enough smile on his face, and enough cheery color on his cheeks. He looked at the clipboard, pausing for effect.
“Well, Miss. Bishop,” he said finally, “I’ve got some good news for you and yours.” Another pause, one in which my hands and throat felt tight and giddy. “You’re pregnant. With triplets.”
In one single moment, I had gone from silent and composed to screaming and jumping around his office. Celebrating the good news, even though I hadn’t even thought about ever having another kid— let alone more. I was so happy with Cora, I couldn’t imagine having three more little babies to love.
But I was just so happy to have these little bits and pieces of my loves growing inside me. I kissed and hugged the doctor, before taking out the test results to show my men.
I can’t wait to see which of my beautiful, handsome fiancés these babies look like! I can’t wait to make more babies, even after these three!
The moment I burst from the door separating the patients’ hallway from the rest of the waiting room, all five men were up on their feet. They were jogging toward me with concern in their eyes, as if I had gotten some really bad news, not the good I was busting at the seams to tell them.
“Gwendolyn,” said Alex, looking oddly serious and white despite his jokester personality. “What happened?”
“Yes,” said Eric, wandering up. “Please tell us.”
I waited, smiling infectiously.
Travis raised an eyebrow, while David began to look a little smug.
“I’m pregnant again,” I said, waiting and watching for their reactions.
It was much like mine. Silent and steady one moment, until comprehension dawned. And then all four of them were celebrating. Jumping around, hugging and kissing me. Hugging each other, though they looked a little disgusted afterwards. Travis particularly.
“With how many?” That was Eric. He swept his hair back, looking eagerly into my soul.
I smiled. “Triplets,” I said, hoping that one of the three bundles of joys looked just like him. Now that I had a daughter, I would love if these three babies were boys.
“Triplets?!” asked Travis, squeezing my ass cheeks where no one could see. “Now we will have four children. Maybe we should talk about adding on another room to the house.”
“Definitely,” I said.
I walked them all out with me, knowing I would have to call my brothers after all. Call them and tell them that I was not only getting married in a few weeks to the five men who had changed my life, but that I was giving birth to triplets. More babies in just nine months’ time. Brothers and sisters to little Cora. We would only need one more, to have as many babies as parents
to take care of them.
Climbing into the car with my fiancés again, and messaging my brothers that I would call shortly, I murmured to Travis, and then to all of them, “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean we’re stopping having sex. I expect to have a lot of it between now and my wedding. Definitely on my wedding night, along with some cake.”
David chuckled. “That we can do,” he said. “All of us.”
As I always wanted it to be. As it always should be, now and forever.
Epilogue
Gwendolyn
Christmas Eve
True to my visions of a winter wonderland, full of Christmas lights, white tuxes and ballroom dresses, my wedding (and wedding reception to follow) was everything I wanted it to be and more. Even little Cora was dressed in a white gown and wrapped in a white fun blanket. After finally finding a witch willing and able to officiate a commitment ceremony between me and my group of beautiful, selfless men, we were joined in unorthodox, unholy matrimony.
Five smaller separate pieces of cake, five separate toasts (thanks to my four brothers, who had warmed up enough to the idea of my five fiancés enough to come to the wedding, probably because they nearly equaled them in number, and wouldn’t hesitate to mess them up if they ever caught my husbands making me cry), and five separate first dances later, it was finally time for my new husbands and I to leave the glitter, glitz and sugar of our reception behind.
The tall fluted glasses of champagne and Christmas-themed food in the lobby of the old stone cathedral we’d somehow managed to convince to host us.
My brothers, all drunk and happy on copious amounts of alcohol, wedding cake and happiness for all of my good fortune and theirs (I decided to give some of my money to them and their business, as well as talk them up to patrons I thought were looking for a little ink), draped themselves on me as I went to leave and hugged and kissed me sloppily.
Jasper, as always, was the first. His trendy, hipster glasses barely stayed on his nose as he swaggered in for a hug.
