The Witch and the Watch Pt. 02

I spent a lot of time in the shop having my fun with Esmerelda. Enough to give the entire place the smell of sex. Enough to make her fall to her knees when she tried to walk.

"Are you okay?" When she fell, I scooped her up and into my arms, supporting her weight with my hand on her ass and her head on my shoulder.

"Mmm... I'm fine. Just a little... exhausted." She giggled at that. I'd made her orgasm so many times and with such intensity that she was acting a bit drunk, "I will be good as new with a simple tincture. And maybe a little rest, sir."

Still carrying her, I let her lead me to the back room of the shop. Much to my surprise (even if I was quickly getting used to these kinds of surprises) the back room was a lot bigger than it should have been. Aside from the low ceiling, it was like a warehouse with rows and rows of stacked shelves holding all of her merchandise. Amulets, coins, figurines, rings, wands, potions, paintings, all manner of things. At a rough estimate, it looked around the size of maybe three football fields.

I didn't get a close look because we took the spiral staircase that was near the door up to the second floor. That led us to a library, a repeat of the first floor only this time each shelf was packed with books. My quick glance showed me that it was mostly heavy tomes, the kind that were bound up in leather and probably used to summon devils or learn black magic, but I did notice that one of the closest shelves was packed full of paperbacks.

"Harlequin romances?"

"Do not judge me."

We kept ascending the spiral staircase to the third floor, the final destination. Here instead of hard stone floor there was thick shag carpeting my shoes sank into, warm lamp lighting, and what looked a bit like a cozy studio apartment, with a large bed full of warm covers and soft stuffed animals, a kitchenette in the corner with dishes in the sink, a large flat screen television mounted upon the wall, a desk with three computer monitors. The biggest oddity was that the walls appeared to be made of doors. Most were wood, a few looked like the cast iron of a prison, and there was one that seemed modern, with a steel handle.

"One of these has to be a closet, another the bathroom." He paused. On second thought, he didn't know that witches even used the bathroom, "I'm going to assume I probably shouldn't try finding out where the rest lead."

"Home sweet home." Esmerelda said sleepily as I sat her down onto the bed, "And you should not. Mortals are not allowed to see such things."

"Yeah?" I looked at one of the sturdier iron doors... and felt a prickling on the back of my neck, like something was staring back at me from the other side, "Maybe you're right."

"Well, this has been great. The watch, the ring... I feel like I can do anything now, and it's all thanks to you. Not to mention sex with you has been just the best. Soon as you're feeling better, I'm going to want to go for a round two."

She crawled to the corner of her bed using her arms, reached out onto the nightstand, and grabbed a wand. Twirling it, the tip lit up with a pink light. Her small fridge in the kitchenette glowed with the same pink light, then opened up and a small vial surrounded by the pink light floated over towards her as the fridge door closed behind it.

She grabbed the vial out of the air, popped off the cork, and drank it down in two gulps, "I would like that... but for my sake, you need a harem."

"A harem?"

"Yes. The Ring of Herakles makes you too much for any one woman. Its magic enchantment will stop you from doing any physical harm to them, but the pleasure you can make a woman feel can be dangerous. Trying to sate your lusts with a single woman could drive her insane."

"Even a woman like you?"

"Even me... which is why I'm warning you now, even though my body is begging me to spread my legs open again and let you feel that delicious hard cock of yours in me again. If you did do that... I wouldn't be able to resist again, I wouldn't warn you of these dangers, and I'd keep letting you fuck me until I became nothing but your mindless sextoy."

Say what you will, but the idea of her being reduced to a sorry state like that was enough to get me hard. And since I had left my pants and underwear back at the shop, she noticed.

"But on second thought... I could probably handle it. At least... I could suck your cock. Or...ohhh...you could fuck my ass, sir. I'd love to feel you back there, it'd be so tight. No, what I really need is to feel your huge cock pounding against my womb again, making me your slut, your fucktoy, your..."

It looked like she wasn't kidding. Tempting as it was, I didn't want to completely break my benefactor that I was technically (okay, not just technically) stealing from and manipulating so much already. I knew I could just command her to stop coming on to me, but that could be cruel.

Lucky for me I'd been gripping the pocket watch firmly in my hand since I'd picked her up, and could now let it dangle from its chain.

"You are getting sleepy."

"I...am getting...sleepy..." Her head wavered from side to side, "No...your cock...I want...I want... I am... hypnotized."

Damn! Seeing her controlled like that just made this even harder.

"When you wake—" I cut myself off, remembering in time that saying the magic words 'wake up' would just bring her right out of the trance, "...when you awaken from this trance, you're going to forget all about being hypnotized by me. When I leave this room, you're going to forget all about meeting me and your desires will return to normal. You won't remember me or need to fuck me again until you hear me say the words..." I paused, trying to think of something good, "...'remember me'."

Not great, but sometimes simple was best.

"...forget...return to...normal...remember me..." She sleepily repeated back some of the words to me as she soaked in the new commands.

"Wake up."

"Come on... just once?" Unaware she'd just been tranced, she crawled forwards towards me, began squeezing and pulling on her chest to entice me, "You can fuck my tits again. That's safe, right?"

"I... I suppose that would be okay." That was how our last fun time had started though, and I knew that if I gave in, I wouldn't be able to satisfy myself with just that, no matter how amazing her breasts were, "I just need to go back down to the shop and get something."

"Yes, sir. But whatever it is you need, I'm sure that I can provide it for you. I'll give you anything you need. Everything. I'll—"

Before she could persuade me any further, I was heading down the stairs, back to the second level. As soon as I was out of sight, my sharp hearing (enhanced by the ring just like everything else it seemed) heard her trail off, then, "Mmm... what was I just doing...?"

Quietly as I could, I continued making my way down the stairs. With my new larger frame, I would have thought I'd have some trouble with that, but I didn't make a sound till I breathed a sigh of relief as I passed through the curtain and into the main shop. I did hit a small snag when I tried to fit back into my jeans though. The denim tore before I could get them even halfway up.

It looked like I was going to need a whole new wardrobe.

After a bit of rummaging, I left the store feeling only slightly ridiculous wearing a long green kilt. It was only then that I realized what time it was.

I'd arrived at the strip mall and gone into the shop after work, a bit before six. Walking out of the store, it was morning. I looked at the ring and marveled. It looked like hunger, thirst, a need for sleep... I didn't know if those desires were just gone or if they were delayed.

No wonder Esmerelda had looked so exhausted!

Wait... if I had been there all night..

I rushed to my car, grabbed my phone off its charger, and sure enough. A dozen texts, a half-dozen missed calls. Reluctantly, I let the last one play.

"Whatever. I don't care anymore. You had better be dead with your car wrapped around a tree because if it's anything but that you're going to wish you got off that easy. You do NOT blow me off all night like this! You are NOT allowed to! I don't want to even see you again until you're ready to grovel and beg for my forgiveness, you pathetic, inconsiderate, miserable little worm!"

To be fair, I had probably made her worry not coming home like that. I tended to be more reliable.

Also, I had apparently spent the whole night fucking another woman.

But even though I felt the start of a creeping dread down my spine, it vanished as I let out a chuckle. The old me would have been screwed beyond words for doing what I did. The new me? I had some extra options laid out before me.

When I got home, things were going to be different between me and Izzy. I was going to...going to...

Hmm...

Now that I thought about it, if I'd been able to scramble up the brain of a powerful, maybe immortal witch like Esmerelda, what would happen if I just went home? Esmerelda had said that only one woman wouldn't be enough to satisfy me. If I used the watch to fix my relationship and stayed monogamous, I could end up seriously messing her up. And as much troubles as we'd been having lately, I didn't want to do that to her.

A harem... Esmerelda had said I'd needed one. Cheating on my wife with another woman was one thing. But a harem? Could I really do that? I looked at the alternatives. Moderating my lusts... I didn't trust myself to do that. Giving up the watch and ring? No way in hell. Abstaining completely? Out of the question. I'd always had a healthy sex drive, but now I could feel the need to fuck and dominate coursing through my blood, resonating with every heartbeat. I hadn't slept last night, hadn't eaten since the peanut butter and jelly sandwich I'd had for lunch yesterday, but all those basic drives had been replaced and amplified with the need to just pin a woman down and pump her full of my cum.

As I considered the matter, the parking lot around me was starting to fill up, small cars, massive SUVs, and more than anything else, bland minivans started pulling in. Getting out were women dressed in loose fitting crop tops, their sports bra visible, and tight yoga pants that clung to them like a second skin.

Oh right, next door to Magical Things was a yoga studio.

"This isn't me deciding to start my own harem." I told myself aloud, "This is just to clear my head. See what things are like before anything is decided. It doesn't count."

I realized it was a lousy argument even as I got out of the car and made my way inside of the studio. A bundle of high-pitched bells jangled as I opened the door, and I was hit with the smell of vanilla and lavender. I could hear soothing music being pumped over the speakers, one long low-pitched note from a wind instrument melting into the next.

To my left was the front desk, and as I approached, the woman behind it stood up to greet me. She was really short—wait, no... she was probably 5'4. I'd forgotten I'd grown a foot taller overnight, thanks to the ring—and cute, a dirty blonde with glasses in a simple polo shirt and black pants that didn't quite hide the petite and healthy body she had underneath.

She was no Esmerelda, but with my sex drive kicked into high gear, she was more than tempting.

"Hello. How can I help you... sir...?" Her eyes going wide as she met my gaze, and she took half a step backwards.

"Hi there. I'd like to sign up for a class. The next one, if that's okay."

"Um... yes. That'd be great! Yoga is really good for your health. Flexibility... and... stuff. The next class is for the advanced group, though... and... um... I mean... you look pretty advanced. I mean, you're very big. But in a... I don't..."

I kept an easy smile on my face, keeping the chuckle I could feel coming inside. So this was what it was like to make a woman tongue-tied? This was fun.

Signing up didn't take long at all, less than five minutes since I'd entered the studio.

"Alright then... Kylie. Thanks for the help."

"Thank you, sir. Have... um... fun?" She grinned at me, eager to please.

I knew there was a room full of hot women just down the hall that I could have... but right here in front of me was a cute girl and the part of me that had been doing most of the thinking lately said to take her.

"I plan on having plenty of fun." I stepped behind the counter, stood over her so that she had to really crane her head up to look at me, "Want to help me?"

"I... I don't... not sure what you mean, sir?"

I grabbed her shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze. She gasped and melted under that grip. I leaned down and kissed her. She let out a sigh and I could feel her small hands on my back.

Watch or no watch, I could have any woman I wanted just from the raw masculinity of my new body.

I fumbled at the belt she was wearing around a pair of unflattering khaki pants, and my newfound strength ended up breaking the belt instead. That made sliding them down her legs all the easier. She stepped out of her shoes as I pulled the polo shirt over her head, and I saw just how nice the body she'd been hiding underneath her plain clothes was. Soon I had her lose the tan bra and simple white panties, keeping her in the only colorful clothing she'd been wearing, a pair of rainbow colored knee-high socks.

She had a tight, flat tummy without a hint of muscle, full C-cup breasts that stayed perky after I got her bra off, and the feel of her ass in my grip was enough to get my cock hard.

"Oh god, can't believe I'm doing this. We're doing this. I've never done anything like this before!"

"I bet." Off went the ridiculous kilt I was wearing, and down to her knees she went, pressing her face into my cock. Her wet, hot mouth felt great against it, but I found myself missing the skilled technique Esmerelda had. This girl was eager, clearly a novice.

"Don't be afraid to drool. That's it. Use your hands too. Slide them up and down. Good girl. Now try to fit it inside your mouth. I'd love to feel your lips around it." I was more than happy to give her advice. Slowly she improved, and soon her head was bobbing up and down.

And then the bells at the door jingled again as a new woman came in. She was dressed in yoga pants, a sports bra and a loose fitting top over it. She had a short, electric blue haircut that was done up spiky, but even that wasn't enough to make up for just how feminine and curvy her body was.

"Uhh... where's Kylie?" She asked as she saw just me behind the counter, Kylie still on her knees, now panicking at being seconds away from being caught.

"She had to take care of something and will be right back." I answered as I kept my palm on Kylie's head.

"Okay... and who are you?"

"Me? Well I'm..." I spent all of three seconds attempting to come up with a cover story, then gave up, pulled out the pocket watch, "You're getting sleepy."

"What the... I am...? Getting sleepy..."

Kylie clearly had questions, but was afraid to say anything and get caught being naked in the workplace.

"I am... hypnotized..." The new girl said.

"Come here and kneel down beside me."

She did so, joining Kylie on her knees then awaiting further instruction.

"Wow... what did you do to her?" Kylie asked, trying to shout and whisper at the same time.

"I hypnotized her with this." I said, letting the watch dangle in front of her.

"What... that's not... that doesn't..." Her mind went in circles as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Her eyes went wide as a new thought occurred to her, "You didn't...you didn't use it on me, did you?"

I scratched the top of her head reassuringly, "Of course not. That was all you, my slutty girl."

"...not sure how I feel about that." She replied, but she was leaning into the head scratch.

"Well, let's not take chances. You're getting sleepy too."

"Wait, don't... I... I am getting sleepy..."

Once it started, she gave a little struggle, falling into a calm trance just like the girl with blue hair.

"I am... hypnotized... sir." Kylie said.

"Good girl. Now, who are you and what are you doing here?" I asked the blue-haired girl.

"Anna... I teach... the 11:00 morning class..."

I looked at the nearest clock. 10:14. Those here for the first class of the day were already in the middle of it, and the next batch wouldn't be arriving for a while. That gave me some time to work with.

"You two are in love with me."

"I am...in love with you..." They repeated back at me.

"You'll do anything for me."

"Do anything... for you..."

"My happiness and satisfaction are the most important things in your life."

"Your happiness... and satisfaction... are the most... important things... in my life..."

"When you awaken, you'll forget about being hypnotized and the watch."

"Forget..."

"Wake up."

Both girls took a few seconds to reorient themselves. Anna was the first to recover, "Should I take my clothing off too?"

"Lock the door first, just in case. And Kylie, hop up on the counter. I'm going to finish inside of you."

"Yes, sir!" They both moved into action, and I didn't waste any time penetrating Kylie. She was tight, so tight I thought I wasn't going to fit at first. But maybe thanks to the ring's magic, I managed to fit it inside, making her gasp and moan.

"Shhh...don't want the girls down the hall doing their stretches to hear." I warned her as I pulled off her rainbow colored socks and stuffed them in her mouth.

"Mmff phir..." Yes sir. She said around them, holding her hands over her mouth as she did her best to keep quiet.

Her submissive response, the pleading look in Anna's pretty blue eyes as she waited her turn, it was more than enough to push me into a climax. I kept Kylie pinned and hammered into her for a furious minute, then let myself cum, filling up her womb.

"Mmnnk...uuu..." Thank you. She whimpered into her makeshift gag, her body still having aftershocks from multiple orgasms.

"Please, sir... I need it too. Fuck me. I need it!" Anna was begging. She'd stripped herself too and was rubbing herself against me. I grabbed her between the legs and felt how flooded her pussy was.

As great as it was, the thought came into my head as I lifted Anna up to join Kylie on the counter.

I'd told myself I was just doing this to clear my head. But after attaining that post-nut clarity, there was only one thing I was sure of. Two girls were going to be far from enough to satisfy me.