Warm Welcome Ch. 04

I need. I need. Gretel was almost drooling.

Need to escape.

Need to be quiet.

Need to look away from those pretty eyes.

Such pretty eyes...

I need to... need to...

"Aww, this is so unfair, isn't it?" Maye pouted sympathetically. "Are words hard, hon?"

Gretel gave a tiny nod and babbled incoherently.

Maye smirked. "Good thing dumb boys don't need words," she said sweetly, and kissed him again. Gretel's world swirled like falling maple seeds. "It's so hard to manage words and remember them and be quiet, isn't it?" He nodded again, feeling how awfully, wonderfully easy it was just to nod, feeling the relief like sweet syrup pouring into every joint, every crevice of his mind of just staying quiet and letting Maye speak for him... "But we must be quiet, of course." She winked. "Gotta keep the girls from waking up, mustn't we?"

He nodded again, sinking deeper, deeper asher fingers stroked him so, so slowly, so teasingly, stroking around his cock, stroking in lazy circles ever-shrinking around his silvery mark on his neck...

... had to keep quiet... had to keep from being heard... had to... keep the girls from... waking up... He felt himself sinking deeper, deeper, deeper into those eyes, into the sensations, into the palm of Maye's hand as her smile widened further...

"Ooh, hi, Claire!" he heard Maye bubble, and he jumped as he realized they were not alone.

"Hullo, Maye," chirped Claire, as the tall brunette came strolling up the path, a bag of firewood slung over her shoulder. "You two are up early!" She smiled at Gretel.

Gretel's heart sank like a fog bank. Of course Claire would be up by now. Claire and Abril were the early risers, the two most hardworking of the five witches. But Claire was always so gentle and sweet to him...

"Oh, our Gretel's thinking about leaving," Maye said casually, patting his cheek. "But I told him it's really not a good time, is it?"

"Ooh, this close to dusk?" Claire shook her head firmly. "No, no, he can't leave now. It's not safe!"

Gretel bit his lip. "Bu-Buh—

"It's not!" Maye agreed, smiling at Gretel as if her point had been proven. "There's all kinds of terrors!"

"I-I—"

"Not to mention the chill," Claire added. She set down the firewood and arched her back, stretching dramatically. Gretel couldn't help but notice her lithe physique, that perfect swell to her hips... "He mustn't leave on a chilly night like this!"

"Aw, and he was already getting cold," Maye cooed, stroking Gretel's cheek. Down below, her hidden hand gave his cock a little squeeze. Her smile was triumphant as Gretel quivered in her grasp. "Weren't you, sugar?"

"I-I..." Gretel swallowed. "Y-Yes, but, I-I mean..." He bit his lip to hold in a little cry of pleasure as Maye gave another little affectionate squeeze.

"Aw, really?" Claire frowned in deep sympathy. And Gretel's breath caught as she reached back into her bag and, as he whined in dread, drew out what was, to him, one of the most terrifying items in the whole house.

One of Claire's blankets. His blanket, he realized. His blanket with the soft, cozy baby blue glow, the fluffy feather-down softness, the ethereal warmth that seemed to emanate from it as it emerged, seeming far too big and fluffy for the bag it had come from.

The blanket that turned him into wriggly, sleepy, mushy-limbed molten goo when she wrapped it around him and held him close. His reward at the end of a long workday with her.

The blanket that, though surely Claire didn't know it, always left him absolutely helpless to resist when one of the other girls came by and decided they wanted to toy with their sleepy kitten. Captive and pliable and far, far, too sleepy to object or resist.

"Maybe this would help?" Claire offered sweetly, holding it up towards them.

"Ooh," Maye breathed, and turned her thought-scattering hazel eyes on Gretel again with a knowing grin. "Maybe! Would we like our blanket, sugar?"

Gretel whined and tried to shake his head, but Maye's fingers were returning towards his mark now, and it just looked like brainless squirming. More brainless squirming. And Claire was getting closer.

"What was that?" Maye purred... "We wanna be wrapped up all cozy in Claire's blanket..." Her voice went soft and light and wispy, so only she and Gretel could hear, "... and let our brains turn into nice, hot, sleepy dreamy mush like a good, sweet, sleepy boy?"

And those words were like soft blue fog sinking into his mind and drowning all thought.

Sleepy boy.

Sleepy boy.

Gretel almost moaned at the words.

Sleepy boy.

Sleepy boy.

The words Maye and Juuni and Jane and Abril always cooed when they found him molten and pliant in his blanket, unable to move, unable to protest, helpless even to fully awaken.

Sleepy boy.

Sleepy boy.

The words that left him unable to do anything but moan and wriggle like a dreamy plaything as they began teasing him, stroking him. Taking advantage of how brainlessly ooey-gooey sleepy their boytoy had been made.

Sleepy boy.

Sleepy boy.

Gretel quivered under the touches, watching the blanket get closer. Seeing Maye's smile widening at his utter failure to object. She knew what a good boy he could be when he was wrapped up nice and warm.

Sleepy boy.

How brainless and pliant and sleepy their boy was under the effects of his lovely, mind-meltingly soft, warm, cozy...

"N-Nooooo," he whined, his voice getting dangerously loud. He bit his lip instantly to bite back the cry.

"No?" Claire stopped short. She tilted her head, smiling bemusedly. "I thought you were cold! But if you don't need it..."

"I-I..." Gretel panted, as a pouting Maye began to 'punish' him with torturously delicate strokes, scattering his words like ripples in the rapids. "I—I n-need—" He bit back his words as they threatened to rise in volume again, as Maye's fingers darted daringly towards his mark, this time stopping just short.

Claire blinked. "Aw, sorry, sweetie, I don't know if I understand!"

After a pause, Maye's eyes lit up. "Maybe," she purred, eyes smoldering up at Gretel in sudden wickedness, "he would rather be warmed up another way."

Uh-oh.

"And what do you mean by that?" Claire asked, still as sweet as sugar in her pretty, innocent green eyes. But her lips were curving up a little as she seemed to recognize just how horny Gretel was right now. "Are you saying our Gretel wants something else?"

"Everyone knows," Maye says smugly, speeding up the pumping of Gretel's cock as he tried to muster a protest, "how pretty and red a boy gets... when we kiss him."

Oh, no. Gretel's heart started to race.Oh no. Nonononononono...

"Oh, yes," Claire said, eyes lighting up in understanding. Still holding the blanket under one arm, she sauntered forward, beaming down at Gretel. "Everyone knows how boys can be! They blush like ripe red apples."

Gretel squeaked and whined, squirming helplessly, hopelessly trapped beneath Maye's dainty, delicate strokes.

"They sure do!" Maye purred. Gretel looked between them in a panic as they pressed in closer, closer... "Pretty soon you can't even see my lipstick on them anymore!" She licked plump, cherry-red lips and grinned.

"Nice and red and toasty," Claire agreed, reaching forward to caress Gretel's cheek. "Aw, he's already getting a little red!"

"Just imagine," Maye whispered, her eyes sparkling as Gretel cried softly within their captivating spirals, "how red he'll get when we're bathing him in kisses. His burning cheeks will melt that silly brain of his right down into lovey-dovey goop."

"Unh!" Gretel was panting. Even those soft caresses... it was so much, it was too much, but he couldn't look away...

"Flushy-blushy cheeks," Maye cooed, "gushy-mushy brains..."

"Aww, those poor boys!" Claire giggled, leaning in close, fingers stroking along his chest, his arm captive as she pressed against his side. "Aaaall those kisses must just melt their brains like butter!"

"Melty brains," Maye sang, "gluey brains," her hand pumped his cock in time with her words, "lovey-dovey gooey brains!"

Gretel was drooling now. Drooling and mewling and squirming like a helpless pet between them. He already felt like his brains were dripping out as Maye edged him, as the two gorgeous witches pressed in close, and he started to wish he'd just submitted to the peaceful sleepy dreams of the blanket when he'd had the chance.

"We're gonna kiss him soooo red," Claire said indulgently, and she planted the tiniest of kisses on his neck—the far side from his mark, thankfully. For now. "Aww, look at those flushing cheeks! Just like he wants! Cheeks go blushy, brains go mushy~"

Gretel squirmed, overwhelmed, almost unable to bear it, barely keeping any semblance of composure—

"Gonna kiss him aaaall over," Maye said sweetly. HJer fingers danced about wherever she indicated, accompanying her words with teasing, tickling spirals. "His adorable cheeks, his pretty lips, his... neck..."

And as her fingers tickled right over Gretel's impossibly sensitive magic mark, Gretel stumbled back with an overwhelmed squeak, breaking the control at last—

—and in a panic, he sprang for the door, opened it, and slammed it behind him without even thinking.

It all happened quicker than his own mind. So quick that Gretel only realized as the door clicked shut behind him what he'd just done.

Gretel's heart sank.

Then, in deeper understanding, it plummeted.

Not only had he just locked himself in the very house he'd tried to escape...

... but he'd just locked the two least capricious sorority girls outside.

He'd only just realized this when there came a pair of knocks at the door, and two sugary-sweet voices.

"Oh, suuugar," sang Maye, her words bubbling with barely-concealed giggles, "might we come in?"

"It's cold out!" Claire added with a little laugh. "No tricks, witch's promise!"

Gretel gulped, and made sure the door was locked as he stepped back. A witch's promise meant less than nothing, and Claire knew he knew that. She and Maye were going to punish him for this, and he'd plead for every second of it once they had him back in their clutches.

He backed away from the door. He couldn't fall for their tricks. Not this time. Not again.

He was so distracted by the door, by their endearing, enticing coos, Gretel jumped almost out of his own skin when he took another step back and nearly tripped over Abril.

He spun around, spirit lurching. The curvy blonde beamed up at him, holding up a bowl of freshly-baked pastries—fluffy pastries stuffed with fresh cream, dripping with glistening cherry sauce she'd drizzled over the whole thing—

"Fancy a little treat?" she cooed, winking.

Gretel's stomach rumbled. He licked his lips. Gods, she'd brought out the big guns. Cherry cream puffs—her cruelest and most indulgent temptation.

Abril was a loving, generous witch. She was also quite used to getting her way.

"I," he squeaked, "should really be, um..."

Knock-knock-knock.

"Oh, booyyy," Maye cooed, "we're waiting!"

Gretel gulped.

"What was that?" Abril asked, blinking innocently as if she didn't notice the knocking.

"I... I..." Gretel tried to tear his eyes off the bowl and only succeeded in losing his gaze in her full, bounteous breasts, clad only in that thin, tight nightgown... and he knew exactly where the sugar sorceress got the cream for her pastries...

"Just try one!" Abril offered, bouncing between her tiptoes and heels with a mischievous, playful grin. "A treat for our best boy~"

"N-No," Gretel cried, backing away, back towards the door. "I... I mean, thank you, but..." h stared at the jiggling breasts. Breathed in the scent of the pastries. "I... I mean, I really shouldn't..."

"C'mon, Gretel!" Claire called, her voice as melodic as birdsong. "Be a good boy, now."

"Don't worry about their tricks," Abril teased, reaching down and holding up a cream puff for his wide eyes. "I think you want something sweet right now, don't you, baby?"

Gretel whimpered, trying but not quite succeeding in shaking his head no. The breasts kept bouncing. Kept making his head bob. Kept making it a yes...

"Yes, you do!" Abril cooed, advancing on him with a knowing gleam in her pretty blue eyes as he tried to back away. "Good boys love being sweetened up, don't they, precious darling?"

"Good boys love pretty girls melting their brains into goo," Maye called from outside, her voice venomously sweet. "Mushy brains, drippy brains, squishy brains~"

Gretel squirmed as his cock twitched. Don't fall for their tricks. Don't fall for her treats. Don't... don't give in... "I." He swallowed as he realized he was starting to drool staring at the sweets. "I'm... f-fine..."

"Of course you are!" Abril giggled. "You're a good boy."

"Good boys wanna be brainless boys," Claire sang from beyond the door. "Cheeks go blushy, brains go mushy!"

"And a good boy deserves some sweetness," Abril cooed, bouncing closer. And closer. "All he has to do is ask!"

"No..."

As if hearing the weakness in his voice, the two witches outside seemed to step up their efforts, and began banging on the door insistently.

"Brainless boy!" Maye chanted. "Brainless boy! Brainless boy!"

"Kisses!" Claire echoed. "Kisses! Kisses!"

Gretel whined and shook his head meekly, staring at Abril's bouncy breasts, hypnotized by her big, squishy, bouncy cleavage, feeling his cheeks starting to get hot...

"Ooh, what was that?" Abril paused, and giggled, pulling the creampuff away. "Did I hear someone ask for kisses?"

Gretel stared wide eyed and gave a tiny, imperceptible shake of his head. Oh, no, not Abril's kisses, please, no...

Abril had very plump, luscious, pillowy, hot pink lips, and she knew it. And she knew how much Gretel couldn't help but love her kisses.

Her delectable, mind-melting, utterly addictive kisses...

She was smiling brightly, now, tilting her head to the side. Gretel's cheeks burned as he realized she was likely noticing Maye's and Claire's lingering lipstick marks—Maye's a bright red, Claire's a soft peach-pink. "My, my," she purred, "someone's been trying to get poor Gretel to blush his brains to mush, haven't they?'

Gretel's heart started to race as Abril set the bowl aside and advanced. She moved with the sway of a succubus, of someone who knew quite well the effect her curves were having on her favorite boytoy and loved taking advantage of it. He watched her approach in a daze, mesmerized by the swing of her hips, the bounce of her breasts... the way her diaphanous white nightgown did so, so little to conceal the vastness of her cleavage...

"Maybe Gretel," Abril cooed, "needs his treats in kiss form~"

Gretel shook his head weakly, but his mind swam with memories—memories of Abril's big, sloppy wet kisses, memories of being held tight as she bathed him in smooches, drowned his mind, melted his... his brains...

Abril took him by the wrist, and Gretel found himself lost in those bouncing tits, helpless as she tugged him down, down, and then her lips met his...

... and Gretel melted.

Gretel melted like ice cream in the desert sun, like an ice cube sliding between Abril's breasts, like a good boy in a lamia's coils. He melted in the clutches of her moans of pleasure, the lewd smacking of her lips, the sweetness of her tender form as she held him close, as her tongue slipped into his mouth... Oh, gods, why had he ever wanted to leave...

His eyes closed as he lost himself to her tender embrace, drowned in her clutches, savored the feeling of her delectable lips smacking adoring kisses all over his captive face...

"Oh, Gretel," cackled Maye from the other side of the door, "I hear you having fun in there~"

Gretel's eyes opened. He found himself staring into Abril's shining sky-blue eyes, half-closed in ecstasy.

He felt his cheeks burn deep crimson. A moan escaped him as he tried to pull away—or sort of tried—or squirmed, at least, and whimpered, and leaned in closer, wriggled deeper into her addictive, intoxicating embrace, let Abril stroke his hair so softly—

"Aww, he's having fun without us!" Claire giggled. "Guess he chose treats over tricks!"

Gretel moaned, feeling all strength oozing from his body as Abril's kisses overwhelmed him, overpowered all thoughts in his dribbling brain. Just like they always did. He couldn't pull away. He couldn't stop Abril's tongue from slipping into his mouth and toying with his own. He couldn't even stop moaning with pleasure at the sweet decadence of the kiss.

It felt so good to submit. To obey. To be kissed by a pretty girl. Gretel's cheeks burned with shame at how easily he'd given in—but a tiny part of him comforted him. At least he was only with Abril. Abril never tormented him.

Abril never did anything but indulge her good boy.

Gretel's 'struggles' started to melt away completely. Was that so bad?

She'd pleasure him. She'd take care of him. As long as the others didn't get here anytime soon...

"Well, darn!" Maye let out a loud sigh. "I guess there's nothing left to do..."

Gretel was so close to just swooning into the shortstack's arms, letting himself be overpowered completely by a woman little more than half his height, undone by mere kisses..

"... but just keep knocking and hope we wake someone else up!" Maye giggled.

And her words were followed by an even louder chorus of bangs on the door that made Gretel jump.

"Kisses!" Maye called sweetly. And loudly. "Kisses!"

BANG BANG BANG

"Kisses!" Claire echoed, a chanting demand. "Kisses!"

Panicked, Gretel finally broke away, gasping for air, as Abril smirked knowingly. "S-Stop!" he hissed, pulling away from her warm embrace. "Th-They'll—"

BANG BANG BANG BANG—

"Okay, okay, fine!" He lunged and, barely hesitating, unlocked the door and flung it open, heart pounding in his chest. "Just please don't yell—"

Claire and Maye were upon him in moments, grabbing his arms, pushing him back so fast he almost stumbled and fell off his feet—a near-miss that no doubt would have landed him in their clutches for good.

"Good boy!" Claire exclaimed, kissing his cheek.

"Such a good boy!" Maye cooed, kissing his other cheek.

Gretel thrashed and struggled, dizzied by their kisses, still dazed from Abril's embrace, disoriented and horny and—

"Boy gets kiss, brains go squish!" Maye giggled, and gave him a loving kiss on the neck petrifyingly close to the mark.

Gretel squirmed and managed to wrest his way free, backing up towards the stairs. "S-Stay back!" he squeaked, feeling his cheeks burning as hot as irons.

"Aww, silly boy~" Maye cooed. "Sugar wants us to finish melting those brains for him, doesn't he?"

"Of course he does!" Abril beamed, licking her lips. She reached over and plucked up a pastry, her smile deadly-sweet as she locked eyes with Gretel.

"Cheeks go blushy, brain gets mushy!" Claire said happily. The trio advanced toward him.

"N-No," Gretel whined, panting with need, squirming, taking a step onto the stairs. "No, really, I should... I can't just..." Can't lose another week. Can't let them win. Can't admit girls always win. And... and if I don't leave now...

"And we know how to get those cheeks all blushy," Maye purred, "don't we, girls? We all know what he needs."