“Cooooole!” Morgana moaned. “I-I think I’m going to cum!”
“Not just yet,” I grunted.
Vesta continued to fondle Morgana’s breasts, and the bookworm was red-faced and glistening with sweat as her body rocked against the bed with each thrust. She moved her hips as I pounded into her, and her mouth opened wider as she gasped and panted for more. Hot fluid dripped down her thighs, and she craned her neck back and looked up to the ceiling with wide eyes and parted lips.
“I-I don’t think I can hold back,” she nearly screamed. “Satan, you feel soooooo damn gooood. P-Please don’t stop.”
“You can cum soon,” I growled, “but not just yet… first, I want you both on the floor and on your knees.”
“B-But, master,” Morgana whined until I jerked my body forward with one, hard thrust.
“What did I say?” I rumbled.
“Ooooh!” she gasped just before I pulled out. “Noooo, Cole, pleeeease, don’t--”
“You heard me,” I grunted. “Both of you get on the floor and on your hands and knees.”
Vesta stopped teasing Morgana’s budding nipples with her full mouth, and then both witches did as they were told. I stepped away from the cot and then stood behind the pair of kneeling witches, and my eyes darted between their tight asses.
After a moment of consideration, I quickly decided to fuck Vesta next before I finished Morgana off.
So, I got down on my knees and positioned myself behind Vesta’s purple ass, and then I batted my cock along her wet, plum-colored folds. As she arched her back like an animal in heat, I slowly slid inside her wet tunnel, and she groaned in gratification the instant we were connected. Then I grabbed a handful of her green hair and pulled her head back as I slammed my hips against her ass.
“Ohhhh! Master!” The elf’s tight vaginal walls immediately clenched and spasmed around my cock as my movements grew more erratic, and she was panting forcefully as I sped up my motions. My sword thrust deep inside her sheath, and she rocked her hips against my skin as I continued to pound into her. Her entire body was trembling, and she was struggling to breathe as my dick sawed in deeper into her soul. My own body was quivering, too, and I knew I was about to cum.
“Coooole,” Vesta moaned, and she threw back her mane of emerald locks. “Spread me wiiiiide open! Fuck me, master! Fuck me! Please, I’m so close.”
“Even so,” I grunted. “You’re not coming until I say so.”
“Y-Yes, sir,” she whined and clawed at the ground. “I’m yours to c-command.”
I pulled her head back and then slammed my hips even harder against her skin while Morgana patiently waited on all fours and craned her head to watch us.
“That’s so hot, master,” Morgana whimpered, and the bookworm licked her lips and moaned as I continued to fuck Vesta’s brains out. “I can’t wait for my turn.”
“You’re going to have to,” I grunted as Vesta’s velvety walls tightened down around me. “Fuuuuuck, Vesta… do you like that? Do you need more?”
“Yes, sir,” the elvish witch panted. “Your delicious cock is all I need. Give me all of it. Please fill me up.”
The elvish witch then arched her back lower and groaned as her walls clenched even tighter and spasmed around me like an electric current. Her warm juices were dripping down her purple thighs, and I knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer, and neither could I.
“You can cum now,” I finally ordered. “As loud as you fucking desire.”
“Ahhhhh! Yes!” she screamed out in a long moan. “Oooooh, Cooooole! You make me lose all control!”
I grunted as my throbbing cock sprayed all of my cum deep inside her womb, and her sweltering, soaking pussy clenched and unclenched as our bodies spasmed in perfect harmony.
And it seemed to last for a minute as we both enjoyed the sensation of her tunnel massaging me while my cock filled all of the space inside of her with my warm seed. Then, our climaxes began to descend, and I tried to catch my breath while I gently pulled myself out of her gushing tunnel.
“Ooh, Satan,” Vesta panted, and the purple witch reached in between her legs and then licked the fluid off her slender finger. “You filled me up with so much of your cum. It feels so wonderful, and look at how beautiful the pearly cream looks dripping out of my swollen pussy lips? The contrast of colors really pleases my eyes.”
“How does that taste?” I chuckled.
“Like pure ecstasy, master,” she said as she licked her wet lips again. “Thank you for the gift.”
“I want some, too,” Morgana pouted. “Pleeeease, master.”
“Don’t worry, Morgana,” I whispered as I moved over and then leaned down to bite on her earlobe. “There’s plenty of cream for you, too.”
Then I slowly slid two of my fingers into her drenched pussy.
“Ohhh… Cole…” she gasped and arched her back. Her pussy violently quivered under my touch, and she grew hotter and wetter as I prodded my digits deeper inside her. She was so damp, it was almost difficult not to slip right out.
“Do you like when I finger you?” I purred as I sawed my fingers in and out of her soaking folds.
“Y-Yes, master,” she stuttered. “But, please… I need your cock deep inside me again. I need your cum to fill my womb. I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I? Please…”
“Well, I’m a little tired,” I whispered, “but you have been a very good girl, so I want you to ride me.”
“Oh, pleeeeease, Cole,” Morgana gasped eagerly. “Can I ride you until I cum? Will you fill me up with your cream until my womb is full of your seed?”
“You may,” I whispered.
“Thank you so much, master,” the blue-eyed beauty sighed as I slowly slid my fingers out of her twitching tunnel.
I pulled away from her and then splayed myself on the rough floor, and Vesta had crawled back onto the cot and watched with wide silver eyes as Morgana hovered her bright pink pussy over my dick.
The brunette stroked my member with her soft hands and grinned with pleasure as I grew even harder. Then she slowly slid down onto my cum-soaked wet dick, and a guttural groan resonated in her chest before she closed her eyes and slowly began to rock her slender hips forward. She then started to bounce and swirl on my cock, and the sensation of her hot, soaking pussy and clenching walls felt so incredible that I had to dig my nails into the soft flesh of her creamy hips.
I grabbed her tighter and then bounced her up and down, and she mewled for more. I bottomed out before jerking my hips upward and then pounded deeper into her abused pussy.
Morgana gasped, opened her eyes, and stared deeply into mine as she began to change the pace, and now her eyes were locked onto mine as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth.
“Satan,” she panted as she stared down at me. “Your cock feels sooooo goooood… I don’t want to stop.”
“Then don’t.” I grinned. “Shut up and move your hips. Milk all my cum into that tight little pussy of yours.”
“Yes, sir,” she panted.
The brunette eagerly rocked her hips in faster motions, and when I reached up to pinch one of her swollen nipples, her body went into overdrive, and she began to ride me like a wild horse. She gasped and moaned, and with my hand still on her nipple, she grabbed it and then leaned her head down to suck on my thumb. She passionately cried out and moved her hips faster, and sweat trickled down her bouncing breasts as she bit down on my thumb.
I chuckled as she plopped my digit out of her full, wet mouth and guided my hand back to her ample breasts. Again, I pinched and played with her bud, and her face grew redder as she began to fervently bounce up and down instead of rocking back and forth.
“Are you close?” I teased. “I can feel you getting tighter around my shaft like a grip.”
“Y-Yes,” she stuttered. “Oh, Cooooole… I-I can’t resist it anymore. Please master, may I cum?”
“Yesssss,” I growled, “but only if you scream for me and climax for an
entire minute.”
“Cooolllleeee!” As soon as she reached her threshold, she tossed her head back and screamed out my name over and over again. Her grip-like tunnel squeezed me like an experienced milkmaid, and I gasped as my body went numb.
“I’m going to fill you up.” My entire body shuddered as my seed erupted inside her, and we both struggled to breathe as we swayed and moved against each other so I was as deep as possible in her tunnel. Each second brought another spasm from my balls, and her tunnel gripped and milked my shaft as another cup full of my essence poured into her womb.
After what seemed like half a minute, I’d emptied every part of me into her, and the warm soup of our combined juices in her pussy made it impossible to feel my cock against her velvety tunnel.
“Ohhh… byyy… Satan’s… dark power,” Morgan panted as she carefully climbed off me.
Her pussy was gushing with our mixed fluids, and she looked deeply into my eyes before she reached down to swipe a large dollop of cum from where it ran down her pale thighs. She sucked her finger and moaned before she crawled onto the cot with Vesta, and I finally stood up on trembling legs and then laid down in between the two of them.
“Now,” I said, “I think it’s time for another round. You’re both going to take my cock all fucking night long, and tomorrow you both will be walking funny because your pussies will be so damn sore.”
The two witches exchanged excited looks with one another before they nodded and grinned.
“Yes, please, master,” they both purred. “Fuck us all night long.”
“As you wish.” I smirked. “I am nothing if not a benevolent master.”
Chapter 17
When I woke up, both witches were still deep asleep on my shoulders. Vesta looked like a sleeping, lavender goddess, and her dark eyelashes fluttered as she slowly breathed in and out. Her long, green hair was spilled over my chest, and her locks smelled of roses and sunflowers. When I turned to look at Morgana, I noticed her face was still flushed, and as she breathed softly, her full breasts heaved up and down in a seductive, slow motion. The three of us had one hell of a night, and a part of me wanted to stay like this forever, but I knew we needed to get up.
We had a full day of studying and class ahead of us, after all.
“Time to wake up, ladies,” I said as I gently pulled my arms out from underneath them.
They both stirred awake and then rubbed at their sleepy eyes before looking around the dusty cellar.
“What time is it?” Morgana groaned as she slowly sat up.
“Nearly dawn,” I answered. “At least, I think so… you should probably sneak back to your rooms before other students start waking up and wandering through the halls.”
“Good idea,” Vesta dreamily sighed. “I’d rather not waltz down the corridors dressed only in a cloak.”
“Are you sore?” I asked them as a wide smile spread across my lips.
“Yes, master,” Morgana admitted as her cheeks flushed. “It feels… wonderful, though.”
“Yes,” Vesta sighed. “The three of us enjoyed a beautiful night. The slight pain reminds me of the endless pleasure. Please destroy my pussy anytime you wish, master. I am made to pleasure you.”
“Good,” I purred. “Now you both may return to your rooms and prepare for the day.”
The two witches both stood up and then reached down to plant a kiss on each of my cheeks before they limped out of the cellar. I sighed and then stretched out before I looked around the dusty room. Advanced necromancy was our final class before the last game, and I could only imagine what today would bring.
Before I returned to the common room, I decided to read for a little while in my cellar’s privacy, but it wasn’t long before my eyesight turned blurry, and my stomach started to grumble.
“I think that’s enough reading for one morning,” I muttered to myself.
So, I sighed, closed the book in my hands, and then stood up. I dusted myself off, and when I passed by the mysterious lady in the portrait, I didn’t pay her any attention. Maybe if I ignored her, she’d finally start to talk. I knew deep down it was a strange sense of logic, but for some reason, I felt it was the best course of action to take.
I bolted up the stone stairwell and then headed through the bookcase and past the vacant study hall, and when I reached the corridors, I noticed they were also empty, which meant my premonition senses were correct. I still had plenty of time to get ready before class began. So, I made my way to the common room, and strangely, when I stepped inside, no witches or familiars were present.
I shrugged it off and then sniffed at my dusty shirt. That cellar was a bit dusty, and I still smelled of musky, delicious sex, so I headed up to my own bedroom to clean up. As soon as I opened the door I saw Alexander centered in the middle of my bed asleep, so I quietly chuckled to myself as I snuck into the bathroom and gently closed the door behind me.
“Would you like me to draw you a bath, sir?” Cordelia asked as soon as I began to undress.
“Yes, please.” I nodded. “Make it hot, too.”
“As you wish, sir,” she crooned.
Cordelia filled the tub with colored water and sweet-smelling brews, but I didn’t even wait until the bath was completely full before I slipped in. I soaked my sore muscles, and when I’d had enough of the heated water and oils, I carefully stepped out and wrapped a towel around my waist. Then I ran my fingers through my damp hair, and when I was back in the bedroom, Alexander was hovering above the bedside table with a grin on his face. His large, leathery wings were slowly flapping, and they echoed in the air like a steady heartbeat.
I think I’m finally getting used to this, he said.
“Well done,” I answered. “We’ll be flying over the grounds and into the clouds in no time.”
I’m just trying to prepare us for the final game, he remarked. It’s going to be a bloodbath if we’re not careful.
“Yeah, no shit,” I grunted before I sat down on the edge of my bed. “Sometimes, I wonder if we’re truly ready.”
You are, he reassured me. I’ve seen the way you fight and look after the others. We’re all going to be fine… and we’re going to kick ass and win!
“Thanks, man,” I chuckled. “So, how are you going to spend your day?”
Working out these wings, he replied. Obviously.
“Ah.” I smirked. “How foolish of me to ask… it’s not as if you used to spend your days constantly sleeping and eating.
To be fair, it smells like you spent your day fucking, he grunted.
“You are correct.” I smiled and shook my head at myself before I stepped into my neatly folded outfit. I buttoned up my crisp, white shirt and then stepped into my dark slacks. Finally, I slipped on my leather boots and tucked my wand into my waistband before I wrapped my cloak over my shoulders.
“Well, I’m off to my final class.” I grinned with confidence. “Wish me luck.”
You don’t need it. My wolverine familiar winked.
I took in a deep breath and then headed down the stairs and into the common room. I saw all the witches sitting down on the sofas, talking and nibbling on biscuits and marrow tea, but when they heard me coming down, they stopped chattering.
“Ah, Cole,” Vesta purred as she demurely glanced in my direction. “We were beginning to wonder when you’d show up.”
I smiled at the beautiful, lilac-colored witch, but as I turned away to glance at the others, I noticed Morgana was missing.
“Where’s Morgana?” I asked.
“She’s in the infirmary,” Faye responded as she tossed back her luscious red hair, “checking up on Silvia.”
“I hope she’ll be fine,” I sighed before I sat down next to the redhead. “She wasn’t looking too well last night.”
“Oh, she’ll make a speedy recovery.” Faye smiled. “She’s a mons bear.”
“A what?” Akira asked as she bit into a biscuit.
“It’s a stone-hearted bear,” the redhead expla
ined. “They are incredibly resilient, and it will take a whole lot more to kill her.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” I said before I took a sip of tea. “Hopefully, it won’t distract Morgana today. We need to be at the top of our game.”
“Ah, yes,” Vesta sighed as she crossed her long, lavender legs. “The final game…it’s approaching sooner than I expected.”
“Yeah, no shit, it’s tomorrow,” Akira snorted. “Satan, I don’t even know if I’m ready.”
“Don’t say that,” I ordered as I remembered Alexander’s words of encouragement. “We need to keep a positive fucking attitude. If we don’t, it will hinder our premonition abilities, remember?”
“Yes, master,” the coven replied in unison.
“Excellent,” I said as I set my teacup down.
I quickly ate a few biscuits and dusted the crumbs off my pants before I swiftly stood up and packed my bag. The others did the same and then collected their own books, quills, and parchment.
“Let’s go,” I commanded.
All the witches nodded, and then we swept out of the common room and through the bustling corridors. It didn’t take us long to reach Crimson’s classroom. The walls were made out of a blood-red velvet, and the floor was sleek and dark. Grand red and gold rugs were splayed out on the wooden floor, and a magnificently large black iron chandelier hung from the scarlet ceiling. Large-scaled oil paintings of various women with bright red hair and eyes were plastered all over the classroom, and students were staring at the artwork as they slowly situated themselves near the black wooden desks. Everyone was chattering carelessly amongst themselves, and not one of them seemed worried or concerned, but then again, why would they?
They weren’t about to face the deadliest game yet. To them, today was just another day, and tomorrow would only be another entertaining event.
“How positively macabre,” Vesta hummed as she twirled around in one graceful swoop. “I love this room… it’s deeply romantic, but in a bloodthirsty way. It reminds me of Cole’s savage and possessive love for us.”
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