The Cambion Chronicles Ch. 11

“This Coven has endured worse than one young, rebellious witch.” The dismissive tone in Elvira’s words cut through the room’s tension. Listening were several elder witches, each with their unique style and area of expertise. The head of their Coven, Velma, summoned the elders to discuss “the Samantha problem”. Despite their power and wisdom collected over the years, the meeting occurred in a modest room behind Velma’s shop. Keeping a low profile and discretion was critical to their survival.

Elvira continued to dismiss the reason for their meeting arrogantly. As with any organization involving more than two people, rhetoric and politics were in full force. Elvira tried to sway the other Elders’ opinions more than Velma’s, “To be honest, I find it alarming that you even consider this a threat, Velma. This young witch and her sister, what was her name again? Helen? It sounds to me like you’re afraid to deal with this on your own.” The other witches maintained their composure but were surprised by how defying Elvira’s words had become.

Velma paused to collect her thoughts before calmly replying, “There were many ambitious witches I have dealt with on my own. You never even knew about them because you didn’t have to. However, none of those students had successfully cast an extremely complex demonic summoning ritual.” The shocked gasps from the entire Council sealed the weight of that statement. Elvira, however, remained calm and persisted in her dismissive attitude.

“Your sensationalism is amusing, Velma. But we all know no sane witch would seek demonology as a path to power. Only enslavement and servitude await those misguided practices. If she, in fact, even cast such a spell, it would be a testament to her incompetence! She would be digging her own grave, don’t you agree?”

Velma sighed as she looked around at all Elders, responding to them, not to Elvira, “Misguided, that she most certainly is. And I would agree that she dug her grave by playing with demon summoning spells. But she has done it twice already. Not too long ago we all felt the traces of a summoning ritual in a nearby building site, and tonight something even bigger. Samantha is a witch with talent and skill unmatched even by some in this Council. I would have handled this alone if I could, sisters. But you know I did not come to this position by underestimating my students or dismissing their accomplishments. If she did this, she likely had a plan. Even the loose boundaries set by this Coven were too much for her to follow. Believe me when I say she will not bow to any demons. If she fails, she may end up digging all of our graves with hers. Especially if the Celestial Rise gets wind of this.”

To Elvira’s dismay, Velma stood up; her voice raised as she realized she had the room’s full attention.”I called upon you because I need you to stay in town if an intervention is required. Forces that haven’t shown their faces for centuries may be back in our backyard. I’ve sensed the power of her spells from here; the ritual took place last night. If she can conjure such power, she likely has allies, other witches she has been training secretly, perhaps for years. I need your trust and your support to handle this discreetly.”

There was silence, Elder witches mostly nodding in agreement, expressing their availability to Velma’s call. Elvira scowled, then turned her back to the circle and walked out. Velma followed her with her gaze until she was out of the room. Despite her arrogant personality and adversarial attitude, Velma couldn’t deny Elvira was the most beautiful amongst them. Several of the witches let go from their physical appearance over the years, either due to the effects of aging, or simply for becoming more focused on their magical and spiritual pursuits. But Elvira never neglected her looks, with her pale skin, beautiful green eyes and long-black hair, the middle-aged woman always dressed in style. Long, gothic dresses, usually in black or purple, and make-up on point, with well executed purple shadows around her eyes that complimented her angular face. She left a trail of lavender perfume as she walked out, her long hair flowing behind her down to her hips.

Velma then turned back to the other witches in the Council, filling them in on their plans.

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LAST NIGHT AT SAMANTHA’S APARTMENT

Viki found herself sitting on the floor, slowly backing away from Samantha,” Umm… this wasn’t part of the p-plan!” She hesitantly said as her back hit the wall. She couldn’t take her eyes off the demonic being before her. Samantha still stumbled as she tried to walk, her balance thrown off by her new body. Seeing her reflection on the glass door of a cupboard, the witch took a moment to admire her new self.

Melon-sized tits, shredded abdomen muscles, and right below the throbbing pair of semi-erect yet arm-sized horse cocks hanging from her crotch. The strange and warm feeling of the heavy ball sack brushing her muscled thighs, reaching past her knees. She looked over her shoulders to the massive ass cheeks protruding behind her. She flexed them, making them bounce beautifully and clap against each other as if they had a life of their own. The hip-to-waist ratio was out of this world, with her hips being easily twice as wide as her torso.

Samantha had been short and thin all her life; she wasn’t used to feeling anything bounce or jiggle when she moved. Now she had become built like a hyper-voluptuous amazon warrior. Her wide hips and massive ass cheeks put any twerking porn star to shame. In fact, if split in two, only one of her ass cheeks was probably already as big as the biggest asses in the industry. Together, they formed a round and protruding mass, a marvelous ass with the perfect balance between muscle and fat. The spaded tail at the base of her spine added the final touch.

The demonic witch couldn’t help but cup her massive breasts, feeling their perkiness despite the weight of those two delicious orbs of flesh, each bigger than her head. She saw the ornamental and arcane tattoos adorning her pale skin, mimicking Akmah’s former scars. Samantha had some small tattoos, which completely disappeared after the transformation, leaving only the marks that belonged to the succubus. They looked better than any tattoos she could have gotten anyway. However, she still needed to learn what those meant and if they had any utility beyond aesthetics.

Samantha could almost smell Viki’s fear and arousal in the air. In fact, she could see around her several strange floating colors, an aura that seemed to shift and flow, reflecting her emotional state. And poor Viki was no different from Carol, Aislynn and Jada, the other three witches in the room. They all hesitated, frozen in place by a mix of fear, confusion and awe at what had just happened. Finally, Samantha decided to break the tension as she responded to Viki and addressed the others.

“I met you when you were nothing but a junkie whore, and I turned you into a powerful woman. I gave you sisterhood, trust, friends, and power. I taught you magic and witnessed as you used the tools I gave you to punish the scumbags that had abused you. You were pretty happy with our deal then, so I’m curious to know what you think our deal is now.”

Viki swallowed hesitantly; she adjusted her blonde hair and looked at the other three witches for support. Carol, the brunette closest to her, didn’t dare to speak. Instead, she lowered her chin, avoiding eye contact. Jada and Aislynn mimicked her gestures; they didn’t dare confront Samantha, their mentor.

Viki continued. She had no choice but to try and get her point across now, “It’s just… You said demonology was the only true path to power. No matter how powerful we got as witches, we would always pale compared to eternal beings like demons and celestials. You said that if we helped you take that power from a demon, you’d share it with us. I thought that was the deal! You didn’t say anything about that”, Viki spoke as she pointed to the gigantic horse cocks and the massive ball sack hanging from Samantha’s crotch.

Samantha took slow but firm steps towards Viki, “You are right, sister. That’s what I said, and it is the deal we made. How do you think succubi share their powers? By shaking hands and singing together? Just by staring at each other? Could you possibly be this naive? Look at my body! I have become a sex goddess! I transcend all mortal boundaries of pleasure! I am merely starting to understand what this magnificent body can do. So by serving me, you will be getting your share of power. Don’t you see? This is how we fulfill our deal and seal it for good.”

Viki looked up at Samantha, standing a mere foot away from her. She had a full view of the gigantic genitalia. Both cocks were now fully erect, reaching over twenty-two inches each. Bumps adorned their flared heads, and a thick slime oozed out of the slits, persistently hanging to the tip, fighting gravity with its viscosity. Both cocks and her ball sack were covered in thick veins, making them even more intimidating. Viki turned her face away in fear. But no matter how it disgusted her, the delicious smell still pulled her closer. The set of Samantha’s equine cock and balls was as alluring as it was scary.

Samantha continued, smiling as she noticed the effects of her hypnotizing pheromones taking hold of Viki. “This is as new to me as it is to you. But I know this is what we need to do. So I ask that you trust me, as you have done until now, and this demonic power will be yours! You came all this way with me; let us continue walking together, sisters!” Samantha smiled and nodded at Viki, motivating her to take action.

Viki raised a hand and grabbed the middle of Samantha’s upper cock. Her fingers weren’t long enough to wrap around the entire diameter of that vascular log of flesh. She pulled it down, directing the head towards her face. She hesitated momentarily, looking up at Samantha, who nodded. Viki gave the flared tip of the horse cock a lick. As the witch tasted the strong precum, she immediately felt her body shiver and relax. Warmth coursed through her; all the hair on her body stood up with constant chills. She gave it another lick and a third one after that, allured by the taste and texture of Samantha’s fluids.