by Jamie Hawke
“Wait, what’s wrong with those clothes?”
“If they’d seen you walking around with clothes like that, it would’ve been a surefire giveaway.”
As she grabbed a robe for herself and headed for the door, he contemplated what that meant. Onnet and Spectra had said nothing about the clothes he was wearing. They had to have known what she just told him, which meant he couldn’t really trust them, could he? Or maybe that was part of the test. Maybe they were trying to see if he could figure that part out? He shook his head, totally confused by the thought. He had never been the thinker among his group. He was always the doer.
Regardless, he took a black robe and put it on over some black pants and boots that he also found there. He started to head for the door when he heard a squishy sound under his feet. Yuck. He had just stepped in his cum.
Pausing to rub his foot along the carpet, Chris was glad to find some tissues up on the shelf in the closet, which he took down and quickly tried to clean up the mess as best as he could. As far as Chris knew the next step that he was supposed to take was to get in good with the inner circle of witches, as Mirna had just briefed him on. She would be introducing him to others and from there he would be able to make his move. He glanced around and saw an open door nearby and Mirna was there talking to a few witches. So meandering over, he focused on trying to get his mind straight. When he reached the group, Mirna beckoned him over and said, “This is the guy I was talking about. This is Leonel.” Chris was a bit taken aback by that, not having been aware that he needed an alias. He smiled, nodded, listening to the other witches talking about themselves for a moment before one of them turned to him and asked where he came from.
“He’s in the southeast coven,” Mirna explained. “He goes way back with my cousin, and they’re waging war against Goldilocks and the Three Bears.”
One of the witches looked at him with wide eyes, thrust out her hand to take his, and shook it. “Wow! Goldilocks is a bad ass. Have you had the chance to go up against her yourself?”
Chris shook his head. “Thing is, every time I get out there, it seems I’m one of the last of the fighters, you know what I mean?”
The lady laughed, and the others around her joined in.
“Are you kidding?” one of the men in the circle said. “This bitch right here leads the charge every time.”
“Put me up against Goldie, and I’ll have her head between my legs, licking my pussy, begging me for a chance to live.”
Even for Chris, that was a bit crass. He smiled, faked a laugh that did not seem out of place, and then noticed Mirna nodding for him to follow her.
The two weaseled their way out of the group and moved along the hall to where he could smell the scent of rotisserie chicken, maybe some barbecued ribs and corn bread, and something sweet baking.
“Feast?” Chris asked.
“That’s where the inner circle will be.” Mirna thumbed over her shoulder at the other group. “Those back there, they will be of great value to us. Way I see it, they’re all amateurs. First big battle we get in to, Mowgli will have their asses.”
“And what exactly are we trying to get here?” Chris leaned into her, lowering his voice again. “I mean, what sort of allies do we need to make?”
“Really just the inner circle, because they’ll have information on where the legends are moving. Only some of the elite will have that sort of influence, and power. Hekate, for example.”
“But I thought she was on our side.”
“Yes, but only to the extent that she can’t risk giving away her position. Not after what happened before—she covered her ass, but half northeast coven is already questioning her loyalty. She is high up there, but the day she makes a move against them, everyone knows. No more debating, no more whispers. That better be the final day that we need her, because after that, it’s over.”
“So what you’re basically saying is she’s a nuclear bomb.” Chris nodded. “I can make sense of that.”
“Sure, however you want to think of it.” She slowed, putting a hand out to his chest to keep him from going forward. His breathing intensified at her touch, and she glanced at him with a look of mock disbelief on her face. “Seriously?”
“Hey, physical contact with a beautiful woman… What’d you expect?”
She frowned, but couldn’t hide the hint of a smile her lips.
Moving forward now, she checked around the corner, then turned back to him and nodded. “There. Right there at the table. What you need to do is to let them know that I sent you. Let them know that you’re here to play ball.”
“Sure, whatever that takes. But, what will that take?”
“So far what you’ve seen here is tame. Remember, these covens can get crazy. I came from one that was more of a gray area, but even we were pretty wild in our own way.”
He nodded, liking the sound of that. He certainly hadn’t exactly led a tame life back in school, and compared to most of his friends was known to be the wild one. “I got this.”
She gave him a light tap on his ass, winked, and walked off. Chris stood there for a moment, catching his breath, trying to keep it calm before stepping into the room.
Some sort of feast was in progress, which was basically what he had expected. The main difference was the way the magic intertwined with the guests. At the head of the table sat what he guessed was the inner circle, mostly enjoying their meal, but frowning with disapproval at some of the other guests.
While all this was going on some of them were floating in the air, and a couple seemed to be having fun torturing a person who was not one of them. Meanwhile others were partaking in debauchery, just like he had witnessed in the first room of the mansion. He walked past somebody eating a skewer of chicken, while bending someone else over the table and doing weird things with another skewer of chicken. Weird things he really didn’t want to see.
He passed under the torture situation, trying not to vomit at the sight of the entrails and blood that were now floating around the human this had once been, while doing his best to ignore the cackling of two witches having their way. Then as he walked on, a light suddenly illuminated one section of the wall, and an image of a demonic face appeared.
It watched Chris, as he walked by, so Chris gave it a nod and continued on. To his relief nothing weird happened and he wondered if maybe it had simply been an illusion of light, or if demons like that really existed. Considering what he knew of magic, fairy tales, and everything else he had recently discovered existed in the world, he wouldn’t be surprised if indeed there really were demons, although possibly not exactly the biblical sort that most people believed in, or had heard horror stories of. Instead, it was likely some sort of immortal being, like Red Riding Hood and the others, who existed in a weird state outside of the knowledge of normal humans.
A rather large woman, still quite sexy, frizzy hair sort of like in an Afro, saw him walking past and reached out, grabbing him by the robe and pulling him over. She cackled, pulled down his pants and turned him to face three witches on the opposite side of the table.
“Now there’s a feast for you,” the large witch said. “Who wants a bite?”
“Sorry, ladies,” Chris said. “Not on the menu. Now if it’s dessert you’re after…”
The large lady laughed, leaned over with a pair of chopsticks and lifted his cock with them. She made a little slurping noise as if she was tasting some delicacy, and grinned up at him. Then, she spotted the remnants of cum and sniggered. “It seems our little friend here has already released his juice into the world.”
“There’s always room for more,” another added.
He felt himself stiffening under their gaze, and made eye contact with one of the women on the opposite side of the table, a petite girl with her hair in a ponytail, and wearing glasses that gave her a sort of intellectual look, like a librarian. But when she smiled sharp red teeth showed, and he had to restrain the urge to shudder. The last thing he wanted was for his cock to b
e anywhere near that mouth. He gave them a nod, motioned to the head of the table, and said, “If you’ll excuse me,” before pulling himself back into his pants and away from the chopsticks. Chris moved on. A backward glance and he watched the girl with the red teeth eyeing him hungrily, and wondered if that might be a good thing at some point. He had almost worked his way to the head of the table when a short man, with black hair that stuck up straight, stood and socked him right in the gut. Chris nearly fell over, his insides threatening to bubble up once again, but he stood his ground. He eyed the little man, and grinned.
“Thank you, sir, may I have another?”
“Who the fuck are you?” the little man asked. “You can have as many as you like.”
The guy was about to punch him again, and Chris wasn’t sure whether he should let him, or make a move here, until he saw an older woman at the head of the table glance their way. He instantly felt her judging stare and knew she was going to weigh him on this moment. He could take the punch, but the first one really hurt, and he might not withstand another so well. Instead he tried to play to his advantage, and in a quick movement thrust out his hand, making the fire appear on his fingers near the guy’s eyes. Then he moved to the right and brought the same hand in with a punch to the guy’s jaw.
The short guy stumbled back, laughed, and tore his shirt off. A second later he was transforming into a werewolf, and Chris decided he’d made a grave mistake. What he couldn’t have anticipated, was that the werewolf man only transformed halfway, his pants ripping off in the process, and then the guy tried to bend Chris over the table.
A horrible idea of what was about to come flashed into Chris’s mind, and he decided to play it off lightly. Rolling with the motion, he pulled himself up and flung himself onto the table, pulled down his pants, and looked back at the girl with the red teeth.
“Who ordered dessert?” He hoped that he hadn’t made himself look like a complete idiot. A pervert. Someone who had no idea how to behave at a dinner party.
Luckily for him, this place was chaos, a house for sex-crazed lunatics, apparently. This was proven, as the girl stood, walked over to him, and let a long purple tongue slither out of her mouth. It was at least a good foot long as she bent over him and engulfed his cock, wrapped around it as it hardened, and then pulled back in a slippery, circling motion. She then thrust off her robes, and straddled him right there on the table. He had to admit this was a much better situation than her using her mouth, and when she moved up to put her pussy over his face he was more than happy to oblige, a distraction from everything else going on, as he reached around, grabbed her little ass, and went to town.
Others hooted and hollered, while some people moved up onto the table as well to join in the fun. Chris felt more tongues and hands on him, and he really hoped it wasn’t the werewolf, but just kept on going, focusing on eating this girl’s pussy, and licking her clit. He gave it all he could, tongue twirling around, and looking across, he could see it was going down well with the crowd, some of whom were cackling and laughing with glee while others were moaning along with the action. Then she shrieked, leaning back in ecstasy.
As she threw herself back, he looked down to see that it was the older woman he’d seen at the head of the table whose hand was now massaging his cock. She eyed him with curiosity, looking to see what his reaction would be. He went rigid, sat up partially, to give her a better look.
The room went silent.
“Well, this is a very odd way of making your introduction,” the woman said.
Chris smiled, nodded, and said, “Yet, a rather enjoyable one.”
Silence followed again, finally interrupted by the older woman laughing, so that others then joined in, giggling sycophantically as well. That seemed to relieve the tension and the music started up again somewhere; the celebrations continued. The older woman held out her free hand to him, helping him off the table.
She leaned in to whisper in his ear, “What, not into the idea of having a werewolf taking you from behind?”
“Honestly, I’ve never tried it….”
“Oh, you should. But right now might not be the best time for that.”
She seemed to be waiting for something, even as her hand continued to caress his still-exposed cock. He moved in as if to kiss her, but she pulled back with a frown and shook her head.
“Now is the time to tell me who you are.” Her hand was suddenly very tense around his cock, fingernails starting to dig in as she clenched even harder on it. He didn’t like the way this was going. His mind reeling, he suddenly felt very nauseous from the smells of the room, and he badly wanted to take a step back, to run away.
Instead, he said, “Hekate sent me.”
At that, the woman smiled again, and said, “Come, join me in my private room.”
As Chris entered, he found himself in what was obviously the woman’s private bedroom. He wasn’t quite sure what to do next, but figured the first step was to disrobe, so as he took a step toward the bed he began to undress.
The woman laughed. “Hold on there, boy, don’t take away all the fun.”
Chris turned to her with a raised eyebrow. She stepped up to him, fingernails slowly extending right before his eyes. Holy shit! Was that sexy and disturbing all at the same time? She simply dug them into his chest, and he wanted to scream. He clenched his teeth, eyes never leaving hers for a second. Next thing he knew, his clothes were being torn off, her nails back up into him again scratching along his skin, creating more pain than he’d felt in quite some time.
Blood seeped out from the wounds, and he looked down with a sort of distant amusement. He couldn’t believe this was happening, almost thought that when he’d agreed to this, it would just be a bit of fun, a bit of silliness. But this was starting to get scary. Even more so when she threw him onto the bed, and the bed seemed to grab hold of him, sheets coming alive and wrapping around his arms, holding him in place. He lay there, cock stiffening in spite of his unease. She walked around him, pacing past the bed eyeing him, his cock, the anxious look of worry in his eyes.
She seemed to be enjoying it; her own now-naked body seemed to be really into his arousal. She wasn’t bad to look at, in that sort of friend’s mom sort of way. Friend’s mom with extremely long, sharp nails with his own blood on them. Friend’s mom with glowing red eyes. She smiled and started to laugh. As she did so, the room went dark for a brief moment before snapping to life with glowing red images of demonic women moving out from the walls.
He wasn’t sure if they were real, but he didn’t have any reason to think they weren’t. Aside from maybe hoping that they weren’t. But then again as he watched them grow closer, starting to caress the older woman’s body, massaging her breasts one hand down between her legs, he began to hope they were real. He could see how they wouldn’t be anyway, except for they seemed so out of place, made of light… Wait, he noticed them starting to become less translucent, more solid. They were forming into something more real by the second.
One of them was a woman with long horns that curved back from her head, wings, and a tail, basically nude aside from what looked like feathers covering her breasts and down below. Her feet were claw-like. Some sort of birdlike succubus?
Another was much more demonic, everything about her screaming death and blood and destruction, and yet there was a sensuality about the way she moved, the way her knife-like fingernails moved across the old woman’s body, threatening to cut her open, but not quite doing it. Another form had the body of a snake, but the top half like a woman, reminding him of the snake mermaid or something nerdy that his friends would’ve totally gotten off on, but he was mostly confused by. There were more feminine images moving out from the walls, but all were flocking over to the older woman at first. Finally the woman held up a hand. Eyeing him, she stepped over and crawled up the bed toward him, heading toward his exposed cock and balls. As she reached them, she traced his leg with her claws, smiling wickedly the whole time, then she grabbed hold of
his balls hard, firm.
“Do you like that?” She squeezed even harder and it was starting to hurt, the pain traveling up into his belly, and he wasn’t sure whether he should answer truthfully that, no, he did not like that. Her other hand took his shaft though, and started to stroke it up and down. “Do you like pain and pleasure mixed together?”
In spite of himself, he nodded. He even let out an involuntary, low moan. The woman grinned and bent down to take his cock in her mouth as she dug her nails into his sides. Yes it hurt, but at least it wasn’t his balls anymore. Then her teeth were running along his shaft, which kind of did hurt, but sort of felt nice at the same time. One of his balls found its way into her mouth next, and she was chewing on it, making Chris want to jump up and run out of the room, except for then two of the sexy demonic women were on him caressing him by then. He could feel their hands, their tongues, their snake-like tails moving along his abs. Now that was weird. Even weirder, when the one with the feathers lifted him up, and was holding him there with the bed sheets clinging to him, and the old woman was stroking his cock fast and hard.
“Don’t you dare come,” she said as she flicked her tongue across the tip of his dick.
“Never.”
“Never?” She laughed, then motioned to his two attendant demons to… oh no, wait, they flipped him over. He wasn’t sure he was going to like this. He could feel the snake tail flicking across his body, while the other demons were holding his legs spread, and suddenly it wasn’t a snake tail at all, but the old woman’s tongue, the others joining somehow to form around his cock and balls so that there were at least three or four mouths down there doing all kinds of crazy things, challenging his assertion that he wouldn’t come. He tried to hold out, tried thinking about the pain, but that only made it better. Or worse? He couldn’t tell which.
He let out a long moan, his whole body tensing up, his abs tightening… but he managed to squeeze out the words, “I want to satisfy you.”