The Witch's Offering Ch. 05

"I could get used to this," said Ren as the limo pulled up to the curb in front of Tyler's, JC's, and his home. Located on the outskirts of the university housing, the five-bedroom colonial was far enough away from the frat houses to make Ren's jock roommates think twice before heading over there for a weekend party.

The place had enough room for two more renters, but JC and Tyler came from well-off families and convinced their parents to pay for the other two bedrooms instead of letting some random guys take them. One became Brit's office and art studio for her graphic design classes, while the other was lined with sound padding and acted as JC's recording studio where he worked on sound engineering and design. Though he looked like the perfect candidate for star quarterback on the football team, his eventual goal was to become a foley artist and do sound on a major Hollywood production.

Meanwhile, Tyler was shooting for the big leagues and played on the Uni football and baseball teams. Instead of commandeering one of the extra bedrooms that he was technically paying for, he turned the house's study into a fitness room with treadmills, mirrors on the wall, a free weight bench, and one of those square universal machines. Ren had difficulty finding excuses not to stay in shape with a professional training center downstairs. Plus, he got the rare treat of spotting for Brit or JC's younger sister, Kelli, when they wanted to work out and their respective men weren't available.

Kelli was a bit of an enigma to Ren. He had no idea what the woman was studying as they never talked for more than a few seconds. Even when he spotted her when weightlifting, she quickly shut down any attempts at conversation. Technically, she was living with JC, or at least that was the excuse they used to keep her from the Uni required first year in the dorms. But once the administration approved staying with her brother, she instead moved into one of the sorority houses, saying that living with her brother and his girlfriend was weird. Despite moving out immediately, she still spent a significant amount of time hanging out with JC and Brit or using the fitness room. But when Tyler caught his girlfriend back in his hometown cheating on him, Kelli pounced on the opportunity. They were an official couple by the end of the week. Ren didn't think Kelli spent much time at her sorority house since then.

When the owners renovated the kitchen years ago, they designed it with college students in mind. An abnormally large refrigerator sat next to a shelf with five dorm fridges, one for each bedroom. A rectangular island with stools on one side and a bar-style commercial dishwasher on the other occupied the middle of the room. Such a high-end dishwasher was expensive and cost a little more to run since the incoming water had to be blistering hot. Ren also couldn't just run to the store and pick up some dish detergent if they ran out. However, the commercial detergent it used came in five-gallon buckets, which hadn't required changing since Ren moved in his sophomore year.

Ren was the only real cook of the bunch, the others preferred nuke-n-eat meals or eating out. The cost of dining out made it an occasional luxury for him, much like his trip to Club Lethe. His only other option was to suffer day after day of mediocre frozen dinners. Luckily, he ran across a cooking show that piqued his geeky interests by discussing the physics, chemistry, and biology of culinary arts. Within a few months, Ren became surprisingly skilled in the kitchen. He had to admit, it was pretty awesome to watch his roommate's faces light up when he told them supper was on him that night.

At some point, the house's owner removed the wall separating the kitchen and living room. Ren appreciated whoever made the decision. Not only did it open up the space, but it made keeping the cook in on the conversation easier.

The living room had everything you might expect. Chairs and couches with their respective side tables took up most of the carpeted floor. Since the study became the fitness room, they moved some of the bookcases over and added a few small slide-around computer desks for working on assignments or perusing the interwebs. The house's fireplace and mantle took up most of one wall. There was a rumor that the first student renters nearly burned the place down by letting embers from the room's fireplace fall onto the carpet during a party. Understandably, the owner capped the chimney and slotted in a gas heater. A student later upgraded the heater to one with the fake glowing logs and flickering flames projected on the back wall. It even made sounds, mimicking the crackles, pops, and shifting logs of a real fireplace. The seventy-inch flat-screen TV mounted above the mantle went largely unused unless some blockbuster recently released on Net.flicks, Prime, or D+.

The only thing Ren hated about the room was the carpet. After buying the house, the landlord ended up replacing the room's carpet yearly. He eventually decided to go with a sturdy, commercial carpet made for office buildings. What he found had more in common with the rough mats for cleaning mud off your shoes at the front door than any carpet he had ever felt.

When JC came to look at the place before moving in, he crouched down and ran a hand over the bristly pile before telling Ren, "Well, you won't need to worry about catching me fucking in the living room. I prefer my skin attached to my back and knees." His new roommate proved the comment false only a few weeks later. Early in the morning, a bleary-eyed and sleep-deprived Ren caught JC lying on the couch as his girlfriend rode him. The two froze as he walked into the room, but this wasn't anything new to Ren. They weren't the first of his roommates he'd caught fucking and probably wouldn't be the last. And it wasn't like he wouldn't be doing the same thing if he had a girlfriend.

"Keep goin'," he mumbled sleepily, "I'm gonna make some coffee. Nice tits."

"Dude! Could you give us a minute?" snarled JC.

"Nope," he replied as he stepped into the kitchen. "For you, it's the beginning of the fall semester. For me, it's summer finals week. Coffee is more important. I'll keep my back turned."

After a few moments of quiet whispering, the sound of naked bodies coming together resumed but the moans and grunts were more reserved. That wasn't the last time he stumbled across them fucking in the living room. The second time it happened, Ren knew them both well enough to consider Brit and JC friends, and they barely slowed down after seeing who walked in on them. JC explained to him after the third time that Brit's favorite position was to ride him while holding the back of a couch or chair for extra leverage, and the best time for them to do that was before their morning workout.

Ren wasn't about to complain. Brittany's breasts and ass already had a place of honor in his spank bank by that point. Though he kept his back turned to them as they finished, if it was dark enough outside, Ren could easily see her bouncing up and down on JC in the reflection from the window over the sink.

His mind snapped back to the present when he saw a hungry-looking feline form crawling through the narrow window separating him from the driver.

"K—K—Katherine?" he stammered, digging his heels into the limo's carpet and pressing his back into the seat.

"Call me, Kat. It's time to pay for your ride." Her eyes locked onto his crotch as she prowled across the back of the car, "Get it out, now," she demanded.

Like any other sensible prey, his first instinct was to run. Ren attributed her aggressiveness to Xaal's "blessing," but it was hard to say the succubus's spell was the only reason after Kat's comments from yesterday. From the look on her face, it might be more appropriate to call it a curse than a blessing. Either way, it was hard to reject a woman who so blatantly wanted your cock.

As he unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, Katherine flipped onto her back and quickly stripped off her pants before rolling back over and crawling between his legs. Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, she slowly stroked it up and down as her other hand opened a storage compartment beneath his seat and pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid.

"Running you back and forth these next couple of days is going to be torture," said the cat as she drizzled the lubricant on Ren's prick while increasing the speed of the hand stroking him. Pull your shirt up," she panted, her voice thick with desire.

Ren did as asked, and Kat crawled up onto the seat, straddling his legs. "You may have wondered how Lethe's spell works," she said, lining him up with her entrance. As the cat-girl lowered herself, the tip of his cock slipped forward. She tried three more times, but as soon as the tip touched her sex's lips, it moved to the side. "See, you couldn't fuck me if you wanted to."

"And oh how I want to," said Ren. The light brushes of her lips across the head of his cock was the closest he had come to being inside a woman, and the thought had him close to glazing the cat's pussy already.

Sensing he was close, Katherine gripped him around the base of his dick and squeezed. Ren laid his head back and groaned as the feeling of impending climax faded. "That was mean," he muttered.

"So is shooting too quick and leaving your partner unsatisfied," said Kat. Pressing his dick against his abdomen, she lowered herself, trapping it between them. "Luckily, with Xaal's spell, this shouldn't take long," she continued as she began shifting her hips and sliding back and forth on his cock.

"Shouldn't take long?"

"I've been sitting in the effects of the Succubi's Blessing this entire trip. I'm half surprised I didn't cum as soon as my pussy touched you," she explained while rubbing her clit against the bottom of his glans. "I want you inside me so bad right now," she moaned in frustration.

Ren couldn't agree more as the feel of her sex rubbing along the underside of his cock had him quickly approaching climax again. He could feel the heat from her pussy, and the thought of being wrapped in that wet warmth brought him to the edge.

Kat's hips sped up. "Where do you want to cum, human? Should I lay on my back and hold my pussy open? Maybe you would like to come all over my ass? Or maybe you want to see it splattered all over my face and tong—"

"Oh, fuck!" cried Ren as jets of seed erupted from his cock and landed on his stomach.

"Or jizz all over yourself, I guess that works too," said the cat-girl with a hint of disappointment.

Ignoring his embarrassment from cumming so quickly, Ren lifted Katherine up and set her in the seat beside him. While his cock was still leaking the last few dribbles of his orgasm onto the limo's carpet, he lifted the cat's legs into the air and dove into her pussy face first.

"Good save, virgin boy," she said while grabbing handfuls of his hair and pulling him tighter against her sex, "but forget all that shit Lethe taught you last night. I need to get off, so focus on my clit and don't let your jizz go to waste; I still want it."

Following her instructions, Ren attacked Kat's pearl with his tongue while trying to scrape as much of his cum off his belly as he could. The cat-girl responded quickly to his efforts and was soon grasping for his hand with the jizz-soaked fingers. Katherine shoved his fingers into her mouth as her thighs clamped down on either side of his head. The taste drove her climax even higher, and she screamed around his fingers as a jet of fluid struck him in the chin. Unsure what to do, he moved his mouth down and caught the remaining streams, swallowing them down without a thought.

When her orgasm waned, so she wasn't squirting anymore, Ren continued running his tongue over her pussy lips and entrance but avoided her clit. Kat's body went limp except for a hand playing with his hair. Moments later, a loud purr emanated from her chest.

"I could let you do that all day," she said.

"I don't think I would mind, though my tongue might get sore after a while," Ren replied before taking one last long lick from her entrance to her clit.

Sitting up, she popped open the same compartment that held the lube and grabbed a towel. After drying herself and the seat where she was sitting, she had Ren trade her places, so she could dry him as well.

"After Xaal is done with you, I'm inviting you to spend the weekend with my mate and I. Between the two of us, we may test how long your tongue can last."

"You have a mate?" Ren was both disappointed and worried. He didn't need someone like the bouncer, Jones, beating down his door. Didn't she say the Bellator form of a werebear got up to twelve feet tall? How was he going to—

"Whatever is going on in your head needs to chill out. Alessa is a panda morph, and she is going to love your tongue as much as your cock."

"You're a lesbian? Wait... No, you'd be bi, right?"

"Most of us are," said Kat as she tossed the towel off to the side and picked up her pants, "The number of human males is so low in the magic world it's almost a necessity. Either that or live alone," the look on her face told him exactly what she thought of that idea.

"That still amazes me there are so few human men in the magic world with a city full of them around you."

"Humans are annoyingly unpredictable and have turned out to be more trouble than they are worth. Aside from being a virgin, your caution was why Mistress Lethe chose you. You'll actually think about the consequences before you open your mouth. I don't envy you these next few days. You're going to have women trying to fuck you right and left and need to come up with an excuse why you can't."

"Damn, I hadn't thought of that... unless..."

"Unless?" she prompted.

"Unless I ran across a biochemist who wants to test out an experimental pheromone booster, and as part of the challenge, I can't have sex for three days until the effect wears off. If I succeed, then I get a big monetary reward, say... fifty thousand?"

"Hmm, not bad, but nobody will go for it."

"What? Why not?"

"Because you let some mystery woman shoot you up with a strange drug with nothing to show for it. I've only known you for a day, and I can say that is completely out of character for you." Looking back toward the driver's seat, she called out. "Hey, Kitt?"

"You're fucking kidding me," said Ren

"Yes, Katherine?" a voice responded along with three red bars that flickered with the audio.

"Max was a big fan of the show and made a digital assistant based on it. All Lethe's vehicles have him," whispered Kat. Addressing the car again, she instructed it to call the witch. A brief explanation of Ren's idea later, Lethe instructed Katherine to give him her business debit card.

"The less work The Veil has to do, the better," said Lethe over the limo's speakers. "I'll have the accountants set it to a limit of two-thousand." Ren had a feeling the witch could see him and the cat-girl as well. "Kat, use your personal card for any purchases you need for the next couple of days. Just keep the receipts so I can reimburse you. Ren, there are no strings attached to that money. Consider it a signing bonus for coming to work for me. Anything else you two need?"

"No, Ma'am," said Kat, digging through a small purse she pulled from the console between the front seats and handing him a solid black credit card.

"Then finish up your fun if you haven't already. I need to go to the Estate."

"Yes, Mistress, I'll be on my way shortly," Katherine replied before Kitt announced the call ended.

"The Veil?" Ren asked as the feline tucked in her shirt and used a mirror hidden behind a sliding panel to make herself presentable.

"A global spell that hides the magic communities from humans using illusions and misdirection. The Veil is also what protects you if you slip up and say something that might arouse suspicion and punishes you if you intentionally try to tell other humans about us. It sounds like some all-powerful enchantment, but it often struggles when new people are brought in because of all the words and memories it needs to change. Once you are... integrated, couldn't think of the word there, and accustomed to keeping the secret, The Veil won't have such a hard time."

"You said it struggles. What happens if something I do becomes too much for The Veil to cover?"

"Memory leaks, or it won't be able to modify a memory properly. Those often lead to fake ghost sightings."

"As opposed to real ghost sightings?" he snarked.

"Exactly."

"I was joking there."

"Well, they're real. Just don't fuck them without some kind of protective spell. It might be the last thing you ever do."

"I'll keep that in mind. Weren't we talking about The Veil?"

"Yes. As I was saying, little things can slip through. Illusions may not form right or other glitches along those lines. Having a story, even one as implausible as the 'Mysterious Biochemist,' will ease the strain on The Veil and avoid cracks. But The Veil is what allows me to do things like this..."

Kat opened the door facing his house and stepped outside. Before his eyes, the cat-girl's ears and tail vanished as her skin change from black with white 'boots' and spot on her face to a pale tone normal for humans and short-raven black hair.

Ren was only mildly surprised by the transformation as her words prepared him for something unusual. He immediately recalled her mentioning The Veil produced illusions to mask the magic world. As he crawled out of the limo, Ren came face to face with all four of his stunned roommates.

However, Katherine wasn't done. Closing the door behind Ren, the disguised cat-girl stepped up to him. Grabbing his wrist, she placed his hand firmly on her ass as the other arm went up around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss.

Ren froze at first from the unexpected public display of affection but recovered quickly and returned the embrace. It was probably the hottest kiss he had ever received, even though her mouth remained stubbornly closed when he brushed her lips with his tongue.

When she finally pulled away, the smoldering look of desire on her face was unmistakable, even to their audience. "After your three days are up, and Mistress is done with you, I want to steal you away for a weekend with my roommate and me," Kat said just a little too loudly.

"Are you sure you will still want anything to do with me after the effects of this stuff wears off?" he replied, also raising his voice slightly.

"After what you just did to me? I guarantee I will." Clearing her throat, her expression turned serious, "Remember, you aren't just a guinea pig, you have a job to do, and Mistress wants those reports back to her ASAP." Pulling a business card out of her pocket, she handed it to him, "Mistress designated me as your contact until your background checks come back clean. If you need to speak to her, call me, and I will relay your message as soon as it's convenient. My employer is a busy woman. She can't have you bugging her in the middle of important meetings. Any questions?"

"A million, but none I can think of right now. Isn't that how it always goes?"

"Last, if you need a ride somewhere, call me. If I'm not busy, I'll cart you around town. It's my job, after all. But limousines are expensive, so I may need a little more," her eyes flicked to the limo door, "payment."

Ren smiled, "You might have to twist my arm, but I think I can handle that."

"I'll be looking forward to it. Even more, once your three days are up, then I plan on putting that luxury suspension to the test," she said, dragging her fingers over the front of his pants. As she walked around the front of the car to get back in the limo's driver's seat, she called out, "See you later, virgin boy."