The Witch's Apprentice Ch. 06-08

She'd done all this all once before, but this time she could watch. She played with her tits in the ceiling for about a minute before the first one came in. He was the varsity type. Jacked and in a sports jacket, with a shock of red hair in a trendy undercut. The look on his face was priceless. He squinted a little to read the sign, and tentatively walked forwards. He looked all around the stall with a perplexed face, particularly inspecting the seam between her body and the wall. Yeah, most of them started out this way. But then she'd activate Siren's Call.

As soon as the magic kicked in he seemed to make up his mind. He locked the stall and dropped his pants. He had a chode, pretty short but very thick. He tucked it in between hairy legs as he took a seat on the toilet and did the business he'd come to do. His eyes never left the waiting ass on his right. Sam was soaked from anticipation by the time he finished. He took one last look around, then guided his engorged chode into her cunt. Finally. He rocked back and forth on his toes, silently fucking her. His hands firmly grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling and squeezing them.

"Mmm, use me as your cum dumpster big boy," she whispered too quietly to be heard. Her pussy gripped his girth as he fucked it. He was really slamming her now, his wide dick disappeared into her slit with every hump. It was hardly 90 seconds before his ass clenched, his eyes closed, and he released a load inside of her. She felt the warm fluid hit the walls of her pussy. His eyes opened wide in panic as soon as he was done, like he'd meant to pull out. Too late buddy. The buzzing energy around his body had been neatly siphoned off and into her own aura. She was already feeling better. The guy zipped up his pants and skedaddled. She was sure he'd remember this for the rest of his life.

The next one was a nerd with black, rectangular glasses. He had long hair and spots of acne across his face. She was pleasantly surprised when he pulled down his pants to reveal a nice, long, uncircumcised cock. He wasted no time in using her services. He wildly rammed her from behind and pinched at her ass. She silently swam through the ceiling and wall until her face was in between his feet. She looked up and saw his hanging balls slap against her body with every thrust. Strings of cum and her own juices dribbled down from her puss. He grunted loudly enough that she was afraid someone would discover them. He squeezed her ass hard enough for it to hurt. She appreciated his abuse both physically and visually. It took him a few minutes before he cummed in her and sheepishly escaped the stall. Semen was beginning to leak back out of her and down her taint as she moved back to her spot in the ceiling.

An obese Hispanic kid came in. Sam was no less excited. She wanted every goddamned greasy, horned-up student in the building to have their way with her. The kid looked like he'd won the lottery, and did his best to fuck her with a small dick with brown pubes. He almost made her blow her cover when he stuck his thumb in her asshole. She caught her yelp in her throat and enjoyed the feeling of being plugged up. Both her holes were lit up with sensation. As he finished, he managed to pull out half way through and spray all over her legs. She was starting to look really messy, just how she liked it. Red marks marred her creamy, smooth ass and cum was everywhere, dripping from her pussy to the floor.

The tall Asian kid who came in next didn't even bother with her used womanhood. He went right for her ass. Her legs twitched as he jammed himself inside her and rode her with hands on the wall, using her like the fuck toy she was. He felt huge in her tiny hole. She relished the pleasurable pain that her lower body sent her. She wondered if her lipstick was rubbing off on his dick. Eventually, he released a hot load with a final, aggressive thrust. He was buried to the hilt. When he unsheathed, cum leaked out of both her holes. She felt it running down her inner thighs. He slapped her ass hard before leaving the stall.

She let two more random boys pillage her before the position of her lower body became too uncomfortable. She locked the door and reattached her legs. She breathed hard on the toilet for a few minutes before she pulled her skirt over the mess, got fully dressed, and waltzed out of the busy building like nothing had happened.

--xxx--

Betsy sent out an alert the morning of the next day. It woke Sam out of a great deep sleep, and put her in a deeply bad mood. She had been dreaming that she was flying. How jarring to wake up in her lonely basement-level apartment. She lethargically dressed, scarfed some cereal, fed her cat, jostled open the door in a particular way that circumvented its tendency to stick, then walked the few blocks to Betsy's.

Now herself, Brian, and for some reason, Brian's little girlfriend, were all gathered and waiting. Sam spoke up after grabbing a soda from Betsy's fridge, "What's up fuck sluts? How's life post-virginity?"

"The lack of a hymen is fine. It's the Demons and Witches that I didn't expect. Especially ones with such bad mouths," Abby commented with a surprising amount of sass.

"Hey Shaggy, why's Velma still here?"

Brian chuckled. "If that's the reference we're going with, you're the monster we're chasing. But seriously, Abby's a part of this now," he squeezed her shoulders and she smiled a little bit. How sickeningly cute.

"Abby's not Magi bud, she just got screwed by one."

"Hey, don't talk about her like she isn't here. She deserves to see this through. I already told her everything."

Abby seemed pretty uncomfortable as they talked about her. God, she looked so dorky in those glasses. "As crazy as this is I want to be a part of it. I want to help Brian," she piped up.

Sam just rolled her eyes. What would Abby think when Brian started fucking other people to level up? There was a reason Magi generally didn't get attached to ordinary people.

"Young ones!" Betsy finally appeared from around the hall in her bathrobe, as she had a tendency to do. When was that woman not taking showers? "I want to check in with you guys, and give you a status update on Mara."

After she said this she glanced over at Sam and flashed a look. It was a familiar look. A look that meant she was in trouble. Was it the fact that she was late? Did this bitch really have the audacity after making them wait for her shower?

"That thing is really on our side?" Brian asked. Man he was clueless.

"Oh yes, Demons are the original wielders of our power Brian. They've been casting spells far longer than we have. Mara will drive the Hunters away with magic, one way or another."

"But their organization, the Holy Magi Hunters or whatever, won't they just send more people?" he continued. Abby was holding his hand by his side in her red winter sweater. She was paying rapt attention to the conversation.

"Good question. If the threat is deemed too great, and a Demon is pretty damn substantial, they might decide that our situation isn't worth pursuing. But they might not. Either way, they know where we are now. If things get much worse we'll have to take a trip to Witchtown, contact old friends, we might even have to consider permanent relocation."

Everyone in the room could see the hundreds of new questions eating up at Brian. Before he could let another one out Betsy changed the subject. "By the way, Abby, now that Brian has negotiated your inclusion, I've made something for you."

Negotiated? So Betsy was letting him string her along. What the fuck was this special treatment? It was supposed to be paramount that the mundane never learn about magic. She'd had boyfriends before, well, guys she really liked to fuck at least. She'd specifically had to keep all the magic stuff secret, and it had been a huge pain.

Betsy handed the small girl a small flask, it was made of glass and full of orange liquid. "If things get too rough, drink this, it'll give you something to work with." Betsy turned to Sam. "Now, we have something to talk about, privately."

Here we go, another speech about how lazy she was. They walked into Betsy's bedroom to get out of earshot of the others. Sam had only been in it a few times before. It was strewn with candles and old books like the other rooms in the house, the lingerie was new though. A huge king sized bed took up most of the floor space, and a heavy locked chest was at its foot. Sam took a seat on it. Betsy stayed standing, she was glowering at her with arms crossed. "Sam, where were you yesterday?"

Her heart jumped. There was no way for her to know, right? "Nowhere, geez. You aren't my Mom Bets."

"Stop lying Sam. When a Demon chooses a Magi to bond with it's more than just a physical connection. A part of Mara is in you now. That means it can know where you are and what you're doing if it wills it. Yesterday, I asked it to check in on you."

Fuck. Magic was such bullshit.

"I did it for your safety. Ironically, you were putting us all in grave danger." She raised her voice. "That wasn't the first time was it? I knew the Hunters must have gotten a hint somewhere. Fuck Sam. Did you think one of those kids wasn't going to spread the news about a magic pussy in the bathroom?"

Sam's blood was boiling. She stood up and practically yelled, "Ok fine! I had some fun. Big fucking deal. Isn't that the kind of stuff we're supposed to do? I didn't know it would attract a bunch of killer Sunday-schoolers. Meanwhile, Brian's out there with a complete outsider and you're all for it?"

"That is different, and you know it." she replied with a slow, cool voice meant to contrast Sam's emotionally charged one.

"You know what? Fuck you. You never even wanted me as an apprentice. You were always disappointed." Fucking stupid face making stupid fucking tears. She pushed past Betsy and stormed out of the apartment. Brian tried to say something as she passed. She ignored him and slammed the door. The metal eight popped off and fell to the landing floor. What good was it being a Witch with all these rules and restrictions? What good was she if she couldn't follow them?

She wiped her tears on her sleeves. Well, she knew one thing she was good for, getting really high and passing out on her couch with a tub full of ice cream.

Chapter 8

Esther stared at her naked body in the hotel mirror. It was one of those rooms with a sink and mirror combination right outside of the bathroom. She ran her fingers over the pink scar from her shoulder to her collarbone. Memories of her worst fight with the agents of the darkness ran over her mind in return. It seemed both centuries ago and yesterday. Many battles since passed, so many more to come.

Her skin covered a limber body. She had a warm ivory complexion; one that complemented her platinum body hair, which shined in electric lamp light wherever it would grow. To shave it would be a violation of regulation.

It was a body that had been training for years. But training for what exactly? Her parents and her brother had been guiding her for so long. Questions and doubts had come before, of course. But she'd always driven them out with prayer, or by going on a run. She didn't know why, but she was beginning to let them take over.

The boy who had kissed her. He had seemed scared, not evil. And the kiss had made her feel... she didn't know what she'd felt. But not corrupted, not wrong. She ran her fingers over her lips now, still staring at her reflection. It felt good to rub skin against skin. Her big eyes were her most feminine feature, she'd always thought. They seemed even bigger with her shorn hair. It didn't really matter though, nobody saw her as a pretty girl. Just a competitor, a fighter, a soldier. Her other arm shifted ever so slightly towards her private area. No. She had gone her entire life without sinning in that way. She could never-

"Feeling frisky are we?" A lilac hand curled around her stomach. Long sinewy rope covered her mouth just before she could scream. It was a tail, she realized. An ungodly beast was hugging her from behind. It had appeared from nowhere. She knew creatures from the underworld could appear to those who didn't use magic if they willed it, and this one clearly wanted to be seen.

It propped its head up on her shoulder and smiled. She stared at its alien face in the mirror in utter shock. Her heart felt like it would explode, and she was a marathon runner. Her neutralizer was on her bed. Sebastian was in the room over. The Demon seemed exceedingly strong as she desperately struggled against it. She said a stifled prayer behind the living cord that constricted her jaw. It was over. This was the end.

"Calm down human. This isn't what you think." The beast's eyes flashed a rainbow of colors. Suddenly her body felt completely relaxed. Her heart rate returned to a leisurely rhythm. "I feel the longing in your aura. We can talk about it, if you promise not to scream. If you scream then I will get violent."

She nodded against its grip. It wasn't as if she had a choice. She didn't know that even her and her brother combined could take such a thing. She'd only fought one other, and that was with a whole squadron of her ilk. This mission was not supposed to be so dangerous.

It let go of her gently. Too gently. It caressed her hips as it glided across the room to the hotel bed. She felt butterflies in her stomach at the undeniably sexual touch. For the first time she saw its full body. So strange, but somehow appealing. It's frame wasn't so unlike her own. Slender and taut. Her eyes stuck on the sexual parts. So very strange. Whatever it had done to her was making her forget the danger. She shivered in the wind and realized that the sliding glass door to the balcony had been opened. How had she not noticed?

"You are a slave, human, more than I am in this realm. You have spent your life pleasing others and suppressing your true nature. I could fight you and your brother, but first I wanted to offer you a choice to be free of him. To show you what you're missing. What it's like to be pleased." It grinned even wider as it finished its appeal.

"You aren't going to rape me?"

"Some of my kind do. Some of the humans who use our magic too. But it is an inefficient form of our art, and looked down upon. The energies we feed on are tied to desire. A willing victim offers so much more to be reaped," it's eyes seemed to glow more brightly as it said this. "My time here is limited and I grow bored. Let me give you a taste." It rose to a standing position with a thrust of its wings. "Remember that Lust magic only enhances what is already there. None of these feeling are fabricated."

Before she could respond the creatures eyes were flashing again. It suddenly seemed much more than just appealing. She wanted to... to touch it. She wanted to rub her fingers over its lips. To reach down to its private area. To let the darkness take her. She took a single step forwards, then froze.

What about her brother? Her oath? She remembered repeating the sacred words next to him when she was just a girl. She also remembered the doubt in her heart even then. She took two more steps and embraced the Demon. It began to laugh as its tail rapidly snaked all around her body. It tightly wrapped around each of her thighs, under her arms and around her middle. It must have had the ability to extend its tail to a length far greater than it appeared to have.

It slowly lifted her off the floor with just its impossibly strong tail. She was suspended into the air in front of it, cradled by a dozen feet of flexible muscle. She looked down and saw its cock swelling. She was giving in to the temptation. The temptation that had been knocking at the gates of her conscious for years. Now it was like a great flood.

She absorbed every detail hungrily. She threw aside all her restraints, everything that told her to turn the other cheek. She wanted to feel the creatures figure, the best of man and woman. The round, lilac breasts at her eye level looked wonderful as she swayed in its ropes of flesh. She'd always admired both sexes, and now she wasn't afraid to admit it to herself. She strained against the ropes in throes of lust. Her vagina was exposed between two thick loops around her inner thighs. They pulled it apart and showed her pink inner-privates. The penis was larger now, bigger than her brother's, the only one she'd seen. A deep part of her wanted it deep inside. Her entire body was tingling. "Take me! Show me sin, f... fuck me." she breathed.

"As you wish." It lowered her onto its cock. When she slid onto it she felt an itch she'd never known she had get scratched. She watched her pussy engulf the meaty rod and continue to swallow it inch by inch. It was wider at the base. Her pussy lips wrapped around the increasing thickness under a hairy silver bush. Her insides stretched and it felt so good.

It barely even hurt, her hymen had been long broken by countless tampons and the bodily stress of intense combat. The creature seemed to have created the perfect member to fit her. Not too big or small. It slid all the way in and paused. It felt glorious to be filled. The tail shifted and sandwiched her breasts between two tight loops. They massaged her and ran over her nipples. She squirmed, shuddered and swayed in the tight hammock the creature held her in.

She loved being touched. The tail rubbed her all over, it must have secreted some sort of oil. Every time she moved she felt its tight grip around her body mirror the walls of her pussy around the warm dick at her core. Every twitch of her body sent her pleasure, and the creature wasn't even moving. It was just standing, buried in her. She felt liquid flowing. She was drenching the cock, making up for so many dry years.

The Demon began squeezing its own tits as its other appendages did all the work. Finally, it slowly slowly swung her back, keeping its body completely still. She moaned as the movement began. What was the sound that had just come out of her? She hadn't meant to do it. The whole length was withdrawing from her, tugging her walls along with it. Then she fell back towards its body and was filled again. Stuffed full of demon cock. It dipped in and out of her lean frame, grinded against her clinging hole. Her ass met a mauve abdomen with every swing. She felt alive. No, she felt like a woman.

She started panting. Her body was reacting as if she had just run miles. All her muscles spasmed. A blissful warmness spread from her loins. This was an orgasm, she realized, and it was beautiful. It was a missing puzzle piece slotted in. She was a dirty, naughty, girl. Forget her family, to be penetrated was divine.

"ESTHER!" the unmistakable sound of Sebastian screaming filled the room. Simultaneously, she felt cold water splash across her back. Too many feelings were flowing through her at once as the creature tossed her onto the bed violently. Her head was spinning. She felt water soak into the fabric beneath her. Holy water. Sebastian had thrown their entire stock at the beast.

The creature howled horribly. Sparkling smoke poured off of it in droves. Its purple skin welted and burned away in spots where the water made contact. It was completely caught off guard. It threw its hand towards her brother in what she knew was some kind of spell. He locked up and fell to the floor at the entrance to the room, his heavy body made a loud thud as it made contact. She hoped he was ok.

The Demon writhed and screeched beside her. She didn't know what to do. It stretched its leathery wings and flew out through the balcony door, taking a chunk out of the wall as it went. She felt powerful gusts of wind against her body with each flap of its reckless escape. As soon as the sound of its wing beats had faded she ran to Sebastian. She gently pulled his limp arm. "Are you ok Sebastian? Sebastian! Get up!