Witch Harem

CHAPTER 1

Dahlia waited until the last student left before she locked the doors to the library. It was nearing finals and the students were staying later as a result to get their grades up. Dahlia didn't blame them, but it did irritate her that she would have to sometimes close later than usual. Especially now since the ritual was almost complete.

She turned off the lights around her with a flick of her wrist, casting the library into shadow. From her pocket she pulled out an old pair of glasses which she snapped, improving her vision so the dark library appeared fully lit to her. Upstairs, she could already hear Blossom and Sacha preparing the ritual.

On the second floor she found her sisters sitting in the center of the circular carpet surrounded by bookshelves. Blossom was looking through the book, muttering under her breath as she searched for the locater spell while Sacha was looking through her bag for the materials needed for the ritual and for the locater spell.

"You couldn't get them to leave earlier?" Sacha asked, pulling out a compass, "We're already on a tight enough deadline as is!"

"It's finals week." Dahlia replied, "and all of the students who took their classes lightly are just now remembering what's at stake if they don't pass."

"Aren't you the head librarian here!" Sacha hissed, pulling out a magnifying glass.

"I am." Dahlia replied, "And as such, it's my job to make sure these students have all the resources they need to succeed."

"And what about our resources?" Sacha asked, getting to her feet.

"Sisters calm down," Blossom begged, laying the book down.

Dahlia glanced at the tome. Blossom had found the locator spell, thankfully. It looked like they had everything they needed for it as well. Magnifying glass, compass, blank paper, and the blood of the people who were searching for the person.

Blossom licked her lips nervously as Dahlia and Sacha placed the items in the middle of the carpet. She hid her eyes when Dahlia produced a knife hidden in her jacket, Blossom was never a fan of violence, much less blood.

Dahlia drew in a sharp breath as she nicked her finger, letting a single drop of blood splash onto the items. She handed the knife to Sacha who did the same and who then coerced the struggling Blossom to add her blood to the pile as well.

Above them, the moon was shining through the glass ceiling. If there was ever a time to do it, now was the time. The three of them held hands and began chanting, with Dahlia leading the chant. They thought of their desire, to let magic flourish anew in this world which has long since forgotten it.

The three of them have searched across the world and were certain that they were either the last of their kind, or that the rest have gone underground to hide from the world that didn't want them anymore. A cruel world we live in. Dahlia thought, A cruel world that would stomp us out when we have much to offer.

They continued chanting as the items before them began to glow, levitating in the air and dissolving to dust before their eyes. The three of them chanted harder as they saw an image forming amongst the fog. A woman.

The fog started swirling around them and then the three of them were blown backwards as the spell was completed. Dahlia was the first to recover and there, standing in the middle of the carpet, was the naked form of a student she had seen sometimes around the library. Betty. That was her name. It wasn't the real Betty, of course, just an illusion of the person they were looking for.

"Who the hell is that?" Sacha demanded.

Dahlia licked her lips, her heart pounding in her chest. "She is the key to our entire ritual."

Blossom walked over and examined the illusion of Betty, "I wonder what her story is, any ideas Dahlia?"

The head witch shook her head, she had seen Betty around sometimes. But the student looked tired, uninterested in her classes. Did something happen to her? Or was there something else bothering her? Either way would be troubling as they needed for the ritual now.

"A bit lacking in the chest department." Sacha noted.

"Hey!" Blossom replied.

Sacha held up her hand, "I'm not saying they're not pretty, just stating their size is all."

Dahlia looked at the image again as she began to fade. She burned the image of the student into her mind, making sure to remember every detail of her face, her green eyes, light auburn hair. Her perfect breasts, her round ass.

She opened her eyes as she felt a wetness growing between her legs.

"You alright?" Blossom asked.

"I'm fine." Dahlia replied, regaining her composure. "We have two days to get her."

"I can cook up some love potions." Sacha replied, "Or maybe some sleeping potions, or maybe-"

"The participant must be willing." Dahlia cut her off.

"Oh right." Sacha sighed, "That will make matters more difficult."

Dahlia looked away, "I'll try to convince her to come with us."

"You?" Sacha asked.

"Yes." Dahlia replied stiffly, "I'm head librarian, she might have at least some idea of who I am."

Sacha snorted, "Alright, but I won't be too surprised if this doesn't work."

Betty rubbed her eyes as she closed the last book before her. It's only been a few seconds and she was already forgetting most of what she'd read. She looked at her journal and her notes appeared as scribbles to her.

Fuck me. She thought, I'm sorry mom.

She looked at the clock on the wall. Her job wasn't until another hour and half but she was just so sleepy. Maybe she could get some coffee on the way out.

She started packing her bags when she heard footsteps coming her way. She looked up and her breath caught as she noticed a tall woman coming towards her. Shoulder length black hair with dark eyes that matched. She wore a white blouse with a black skirt. Betty remembered her, the head librarian, Dahlia, that was her name.

"Hello." Betty said.

"Hi." The librarian greeted, "I... I noticed you looked a little tired and was wondering if you needed help."

"Er... I'm... I'm sorry, I just haven't been getting any sleep lately is all." Betty replied.

"Oh! Well, I have some tea in my office if you'd like some."

Betty followed the librarian to her office. It was just what Betty thought a librarian's office should be. Small, orderly, and with a bookshelf that contained heavy looking books. Although, she had never seen books like those before, maybe Dahlia was a collector of old books?

"Forgive the mess, I hadn't had the chance to clean yet." Dahlia said, pouring her some tea.

"This place is cleaner than my room." Betty commented.

Dahlia grinned, "Well thanks for that. Here."

The mug was warm, and Betty took a cautious sip. It was warm, sweet, with a slight honey aftertaste. She hadn't tasted any tea exactly like this, but it did wake her up just as Dahlia said. Maybe she could look over her notes while she waited for her shift. Or maybe they'll still be nothing but scribbles to her.

"How do you like it?" Dahlia asked.

"It's good." Betty replied, finishing the last of it, "Thank you."

Dahlia nodded and hesitated. Betty saw something behind her. There was a window behind her seat, and she noticed a raven sitting perched on a tree branch that it looked to be watching them.

"Haven't seen any ravens here before." Betty said.

Confused, Dahlia looked behind her and let out an audible gasp as the bird.

"Something wrong?"

"No." Dahlia replied, sitting back down, "First time I've seen one here myself."

Betty wrung her hands in her lap, "Is there a reason why you called me in here? I mean, thanks for the tea, it was really helpful, but I was wondering if there was any reason you called in me specifically."

"Well, I noticed you seemed to be struggling with your classes," Dahlia began, "and I was wondering if you'd accept my offer to tutor you after hours."

God knows I need that. But I don't think a few days of tutoring will save my grades. I just want to get this semester done with and help my mom and brother.

"Umm... what time, exactly?" Betty asked, "Because I get off work at five."

"I might be able to squeeze some time in." Dahlia replied.

"Alright. Then... I'll see around six then?"

"Sounds good to me!"

I hope I don't disappoint you.

Dahlia sighed as Betty left her office. She was struggling alright, but there seemed to be something more than that. She wasn't a stupid girl, that much was sure. Or did she only want to believe that?

Outside, she heard the raven cawing. Most people would be unnerved by how human like that raven was. It sounded almost like it was laughing. But Dahlia knew full well it was laughing.

With a snap of her fingers, her window flew open and a quick tug at the air and the raven was struggling in her hands. "Mind telling me why you were spying on us, sister?" Dahlia demanded, releasing the bird.

CHAPTER 2

The birds black feathers gave way to the naked beauty of the blonde witch Sacha. She lay sprawled on the floor of Dahlia's office, her chest heaving from the struggle. "That was almost painful to watch." Sacha gasped.

"Well I managed to convince her to meet with me after her shift at work today."

Sacha stood up, dusty herself off. "And what? Seduce her by teaching her some ancient history?"

Dahlia didn't reply. That had, in fact, been her plan.

Sacha wandered towards the bookshelf, plucked out a particularly thick tome, and the bookshelf slid to the side to reveal a hidden closet where Dahlia kept her spare clothes.

"Are you going to be pay me back for those?" Dahlia asked.

"Why?" Sacha asked, "It's not my fault they fit a little tight on me. Hmm... no spare shoes."

Dahlia growled and pulled at her own blouse. The clothes on Sacha flew off, and the blonde witch glowered at her. "Now's not the time for petty fights, sister." Sacha said. "Forgive me, but I don't think your plan is going to work, so I want to try to do things my way, and one of the things about my way is that I WILL NOT LEAVE THIS ROOM NAKED!"

Dahlia huffed and threw the clothes back at Sacha. "Away with you! If you're not gone in ten seconds, I'll send out dressed how you are."

Sacha changed quickly and left Dahlia's office. The oldest witch shook her head as she moved her bookshelf back in place. Maybe Sacha was right, Dahlia certainly wasn't a people person so she was beginning to wonder if Betty would actually come back. But she was really worried now, because she had no idea how the poor student would react to whatever crazy scheme Sacha was going to pull.

Whatever was in that tea Dahlia gave was strong stuff. She was able to survive for the past six hours dealing with customers and their ridiculous orders. She even managed to get a decent tip in as well. Looks like she won't be hungry tonight.

But she was tired again when she left work and drove back to college. She had arrived forty minutes early and had planned to either nap or take a little walk around the campus to clear her mind. She killed her engine and looked around. She had forgotten that it started getting dark earlier now, a walk probably wasn't the best idea. She also didn't think a nap would be good either. Didn't want to over sleep and miss her appointment with the librarian.

She checked her phone and without thinking, texted her mom asking how's she doing. No reply, and she wouldn't be expecting any for the next few hours or so.

Seeing no other point in waiting, she decided to wander around the campus. While she planned to explore the grounds, she decided to stick to the building as she didn't want to stay out there any longer than she needed to.

She'd spent a year at this place, and everything was starting to look the same already. The three floors were built nearly identical to each other, with the difference being the number of students and faculty on a floor at any given point in time.

Betty wasn't surprised to see there weren't many people out in the halls today. Most of them didn't have classes this late, and those that did were in a different building on campus, not the main building. The third floor was just as empty as the other two floors, however she saw a woman standing in front of one of the classrooms.

She was a little bit shorter than Dahlia, but still taller than Betty. Blonde hair framed a muscular body, whose curves and muscles were highlighted by the snug clothing she was wearing. The blonde woman glanced at Betty, her blue eyes meeting Betty's own green. The blonde woman's mouth quirked upwards slightly.

"Hello, you must be Betty, right?"

"Er... yes."

The blonde woman walked closer, "Well I'm Sacha, Dahlia's told me a little about you. Such as how you're not exactly the greatest at schoolwork, and that you've seen tired lately."

Betty took a few steps back, the woman was getting a little too close for her liking.

"So... I was wondering if you'd be able to help me with something. Of course, I'll make sure to help you as well."

Betty backed into the wall. "What is it?"

Sacha put both of her arms to the wall, trapping Betty in place. The student swallowed as she looked up at Sacha. The woman smiled for a second, before leaning down and pressing her lips against Betty's.

Betty stiffened, not wanting to fight back when she felt Sacha's tongue slip out from between her teeth and begin exploring her mouth. A part of her wanted to give in, but she managed to break the kiss and before Sacha could react, Betty sprinted down the stairs, but not before shouting a quick, "I'm sorry!"

She didn't stop running until she was outside, nearly throwing herself through the doors and down the steps. She found rest beneath one of the nearby trees. Her heart was pounding, but it wasn't just from the running. She brought a finger to her lips, tracing the outline of her mouth as she remembered Sacha pressing against her.

"There you are."

Another woman had appeared. She was shorter than Betty and had light brown hair pulled back in a short braid.

"Who are you?" Betty asked.

The woman held out her hands, "Sorry, sorry." She said, taking a step back, "I've come on behalf of my sister Sacha."

"Sister? You don't look alike."

The woman waved her hands through the air, "We're not blood related, it's more of a group sort of thing. Regardless, I've come to apologize on her behalf. I think she came on a bit too strong for you and it really wasn-"

"Who are you?" Betty asked.

"Oh. My name is Blossom and-"

"That's not what I meant."

Blossom's smile faltered. "I... I think you might need to hear it from Dahlia. But, we don't mean you any harm."

Betty swallowed, "Alright, let's go see Dahlia."

It was a little before six when Blossom and Betty went to see Dahlia in her office. The head librarian was surprised to see Blossom there as well, as she was preparing subjects related to Betty's classes.

"She met Sacha earlier." Blossom explained, "I think the poor girls a little frightened now."

"I never said that!" Betty replied, hiding her blush.

"What happened?" Dahlia asked.

"Who are you three?" Betty asked, "Why are you all focusing on me?"

Dahlia thought for a moment. "I think you might need to sit down for this, Betty." Dahlia reached into her drawer and pulled out a feather as well as a piece of tissue. She muttered a few words and in a puff of smoke, a dove had come to life in her hands. "We're witches." Dahlia said, letting the dove fly freely through her window.

She turned and saw that Betty was unimpressed.

"Is that all?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"A simple stage trick? I've seen magicians doing that since I was seven!"

Dahlia twitched. You did not just compare me to a simple stage magician. Without thinking, she plucked a hair from the student and tied it around her ring finger.

"What was that for?" Betty asked.

"Sister, I don't think this is a goo-"

"Silence!" Dahlia commanded, pressing down upon the piece of hair.

Betty stiffened and fell silent. Her eyes widened, fingers clawing at her lips in an attempt to open them.

"Sister..." Blossom growled.

Dahlia blinked and looked towards Betty, "Sorry, I don't know what came over me." She threw off the hair as Betty regained control of her mouth. "Sorry. You alright?"

She placed a hand on Betty's shoulder. The student breathed heavily, "It's true then. You're witches. All three of you."

"Probably the last three left in the world." Dahlia replied.

"Why are you interested in me?" Betty asked.

"We're preparing a ritual." Dahlia explained, "And one of the resources needed was the orgasm of a specific virgin born when Neptune hung over the earth. By the roll of cosmic dice, you were the only person in the nearby area who met that requirement."

Betty looked down, and Dahlia could see her eyes reddening at the edges. Did I say something wrong?

"Are you alright?" Dahlia asked.

To her surprise, the student leapt forward and brought her arms around her in a tight embrace. Dahlia glanced at Blossom was just as bewildered as she was. Betty sobbed for a few minutes before calming down, "Sorry. It's just... sorry."

Dahlia knelt down and wiped a tear from Betty's face while Blossom handed the student some tissue paper. "Of course, we're not expecting you to give us something for nothing. If you help us, we'll be willing to do what we can to help you with whatever you want."

Betty swallowed. "I see. Well... I might need some time to think it over."

"We have until midnight tomorrow." Dahlia said.

"What happens if I refuse?"

Dahlia shrugged. "We pretend this never happened."

"That's it?"

"We're not particularly vengeful." Blossom chuckled, "Well, not unless you compare our magic to simple stage magic. Don't worry, we won't turn you into a frog or anything."

Dahlia thought for a moment before bringing her finger to her breast and tracing an X over her heart. "Cross my heart."

"A children's promise?"

Blossom smiled as she did the same, "Where did you think it came from? And don't worry, we'll make sure that Sacha swears as well."

"Alright." Betty said, "Um... so about that tutoring?"

CHAPTER 3

It was a little before midnight when Betty left and Dahlia closed up the library. Thankfully, there were no other students so Dahlia and Blossom were ready to go onto the second floor. Blossom had already gotten everything they needed for the ritual, hopefully Betty would say yes.

If we didn't scare off, that is.

"Bring her out." Dahlia said.

Blossom grinned as she reached into her bag to pull out a struggling raven ensnared in rope. Dahlia drew a circle onto the center carpet and motioned for Blossom to throw the traitor inside before she closed off the circle.

As the bird flew through the air it transformed into the muscular blonde woman who tried to make for it before Dahlia completely closed off the circle, trapping her inside.

"I told you to leave her alone." Dahlia said.

"Like you would've been able to do the job yourself!" Sacha shouted.

"Actually, she was doing a fine job of it as far as I could tell." Blossom interjected, "She explained everything fully and even showed off her powers. A bit aggressive though."

"Well good for you," Sacha spat, "but will you be able to give her what she wants, sister? I saw it. I saw in her eyes exactly what she wanted, and I don't think you have it in you to give it to her."

Dahlia's jaw tightened as she brought out a nude doll along with a length of blonde hair.

Both Blossom and Sacha's faces paled at the sight of it. "Sister!" Sacha said nervously as Dahlia tied the hair around the doll, "I was just messing around, you didn't think I'd actually-"

Dahlia pressed her thumb against the doll's boobs, rubbing over them gently. The blonde witch shuddered, her legs pressing together involuntarily as her arms instinctively went to protect her breasts. "I told you to stay out of it." The oldest witch said, tracing a finger downwards along the dolls body.