Witch Spawn

Literotic asexstories – Witch Spawn by TrampsAnThieves,TrampsAnThieves ~~~ Story Notes ~~~

Standard disclaimer: My implementation of non-human races and creatures may not necessarily align with what other writers have done. I will do my best to give you the information you need to fully understand everything that’s happening. If not, feel free to give me hell about it. You, the reader, are learning along with the main character (MC) in most cases. Keep in mind that the MC may not get all of the details right at first brush. That’s part of the journey.

~~~ Prologue ~~~

I was walking through a forest that was so dense that there was no way to know that it was only midday. Darkness surrounded me like a blanket – wrapping around me – closing in. Every twig at the end of each tree branch looked like the malformed fingers of some cruel beast that was reaching out to grab at me – to wrap their tendrils around my body – my throat.

A well-trodden path led through the oppressive forest, and I followed it as if my feet had a mind of their own. There was no breeze flowing across my forehead or my cheeks and yet the finger-like branches seemed to move. Not when I looked at them, no. They only moved when I was looking elsewhere. I caught shadows and glimpses of movement at the very edge of my vision.

Even in the smothering closeness of the inky gloom, I could see – not far – but somehow I could see. At a distance the blackness grew thicker – more murky – but within ten yards or less, I could see as if it were a normal night and I was just standing in the yard, waiting for the moon to crest the horizon. One step – and then another – on and on I made my way down the dreary path.

I knew my destination already. I had dreamt this dream a hundred times. Despite knowing that I was caught up in a fairy tale, I had never found a way to break its spell. I would travel this path for another hour, fighting back the terrors and the gloom, and I would arrive at a dwelling. It wasn’t a house. It was cut out of a massive stump – moldering and rotting but somehow still standing. Standing in front of the place would be the most terrifyingly beautiful woman that I had ever seen – my mother. I’m not sure how I knew she had birthed me. I didn’t remember her outside of this dream. I had never met her or known her. I lived with the guardians who had watched over me since time began for me. They were kindly enough – if apathetic. They taught me my letters and how to care for myself and how to survive in the woods where we lived.

I had asked them about my mother – after the first few times I had dreamed this dream – but their answers were indistinct or shallow. When I questioned them separately, it almost seemed as if their answers disagreed – like the two of them remembered different people. The other possibility, that I had arrived at, was that they were keeping the truth from me.

At last, the familiar massive stump came into view – with the witch’s abode within. My mother was surely a witch. Her gaze at once thrilled me and chilled me. Already I knew that I would shiver with anticipation and dread as I stepped before her. I was naked and weaponless, unable to defend myself. I would stand before her and her eyes would devour my body with a hunger that fueled my lusts at the same time as it battered at my will.

She would order me to pleasure her and I would comply. Regardless of how repulsed or infatuated I was, my body operated without my permission. I would fawn over her and worship her as I used my hands, fingers, mouth, lips, teeth, and tongue to pleasure her. I would bow before her and kiss her feet – then her ankles, calves, the back of her knees, her thighs, and her sex. I would hug and caress her hips and waist. My cock would be as hard as steel – filled with desire to be buried within her depths. She would recognize my need and deny me, forcing me to wait.

I would adore her concave stomach with its inverted navel and her protruding ribs. I would hold her rounded ass in my fists and feast on her breasts, worshipping them, suckling her like a starving infant. Her hands would twine through my hair, trace lines across my scalp, and trail down the back of my neck – pulling me harder against her taut tits.

She would raise my head to her collarbone and I would gnaw and nip at it – and then her neck, her throat, her jaw… Finally, she would take my head into her palms and she would bring my lips to hers. Her mouth was insatiably hungry. I would seek to sate myself with her taste but her tongue would invade my mouth as her eyes invaded my soul and she would destroy the remainder of my will, overriding my desire for self-preservation or indulgence. I lived only to serve her.

My mother would lead me into the house – to her bed. She would lay down on it and order me to breed her. I would climb between her knees and thighs, bury my aching prick within her hungry cunt, and then I would pound my cock into her like the striking of a blacksmith’s hammer – powerful and relentless. She would have two small orgasms – ordering me to continue to fuck her as she endured them – and then her true climax would arrive and she would command me to redouble my efforts. Just as she reached the apex, she would demand that I cum – and I would without hesitation. As soon as the edict left her lips, my balls would offer up their festering gruel – belching it into her simmering cauldron. I was powerless to deny her requirements or demands. My body would expel every drop of seed that it could muster and then I would collapse onto her, empty, like the husk of an insect’s discarded carapace, while she cackled with evil mirth as my seed flooded into her womb.

The witch did not need my semen to create life. She used its energy to restore herself. As I lay on the bed, cast aside because I was no longer useful to her, she would examine herself in the mirror as the regenerative powers of my seed restored her youthful appearance, invigorated her body, and fed her magic.

My spirit would separate from my body, I would hover in the room, look down at my corpse, and watch it slowly turn to dust. My mother would turn, wave a hand at the mess, and a breeze would slip through her home, carry away the remnants of my existence, and cast them into the forest.

At that point, I would be released from the dream. I could stay asleep – or sit on the side of my bed and contemplate the meaning of the thing – it didn’t matter. I would be listless and weak for a half-day. Slowly, my strength would return. The moon would wane, then disappear, and then wax again – and I would wait for the dream’s return – knowing it was coming, fearing its return, but unable to change my course.

~~~ Cast Out ~~~

My only sexual experience – in my more than 18 years – were the dreams I had of rutting with, pleasuring, and breeding my mother.

My guardians and I lived in the woods – far from the village. No one came to the house. I called my guardians “mother” and “father” – but we all knew that those were just labels. They were the only family – or people – that I knew.

The next day, I was returning with an armload of sticks – from gathering fuel for the fireplace – and caught my step-mother (as I called her in my mind) bathing by the well. As I watched her, washing and rinsing herself, I compared her body to the images of my mother from my dream. I didn’t specifically notice her sex until her washing moved to it – and then I could not look away. I wondered how it would feel to fuck her. Would her body feel different than my mother’s? She stopped washing and I looked up. Her eyes fixed on me. Fear, mixed with hunger, filled those orbs. She called for my step-father. He hurried over, saw her, followed her eyes, and stepped between us. He glared at me. It wasn’t his glare that broke the trance – it broke when I was no longer able to feast my eyes on my step-mother’s body.

“Aymon,” my step-father said. “Meet me in the house.”

As I headed towards our home, he moved to block my view of his wife – and continued moving to make sure I couldn’t look at her nakedness again. I didn’t look again – but I could see him moving.

He entered the house soon after I finished placing the sticks in the nook where we kept the kindling.

“Come. Sit,” he ordered me.

He filled two mugs with cold water and then came and joined me.

“I feel like your ma and I have probably given you about all that we’re able. I know we haven’t done much to prepare you for it but I think it’s time for you to find your own way forward.”

I nodded. I had always wondered how my time with the two of them would end. This was more abrupt than I had expected but I knew I had scared my step-mother when she had seen me looking at her body. If I were to stay, things would be awkward from there on out – but this was probably for the best.

“I’ll go get my things,” I said.

“I’ll get you a pack for your clothes,” he said. “I have a few other things to give you as well.”

I never saw my step-mother again. She stayed out of sight the whole time my step-father – the man who had cared for me since I could remember – helped me pack.

He gave me a walking stick, a dagger, an eating blade, a small coin-purse, a canteen, a bedroll, and a simple tent to use for shelter from the damps, the bugs, and the other small creatures that scurried about in the night.

He gave me a small hug and then watched as I headed down the path – in the direction of the village.

~~~ Barmaid ~~~

As I walked along the path, I took out the small purse that my father had given me. It held two silver coins and a handful of coppers. I really wasn’t sure how much the coins were worth – but I guessed they weren’t worth much.

It had been midafternoon when I had come upon my step-mother bathing and the sun was falling towards the horizon now. I felt like I was starving.

I trudged on, mile after mile, and my stomach growled louder and louder.

As I neared the village, the smell of a hog roasting drew me to the back of an inn. I watched a man, turning the beast on an open spit and – when he saw me – he pointed inside of the inn. My ravenous stomach carried me to the door, took me inside, and plopped me down at an empty table. A busty flaxen-haired, middle-aged woman pressed her body against mine and asked me what I wanted.

I showed her my coins and asked for food and drink. She picked several of the copper coins from the pile and told me to hide the rest. Most of the people at the other tables were finished eating and were nursing tankards. When she brought back my food, she sat beside me.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Aymon,” I replied.

“I’ve never seen you before, Aymon,” she said.

“Raised in the woods. On my own now,” I told her.

She eyed my pack, my staff, and my bedroll.

“If you wouldn’t mind sharing,” she said, “you can sleep in my bed tonight.”

I was quickly growing comfortable with how closely she sat next to me, how warm her body felt against mine, and how her body made me think of fertility and childbirth.

The innkeeper yelled at her.

“I’ll be back,” she purred.

I watched her wide hips as they swayed, carrying her away from me, towards whatever task her employer had invented for her. I wondered how that ass would tremble as I fucked her. Would her sex be as tight as my mother’s?

The woman stopped at the doorway to the kitchen and looked at me with unbridled lust. I could tell that she was barely able to focus on completing the task she’d been given. She wanted me in her bed, between her thighs – with my sex buried as deeply within hers as it would go. She wanted my seed spilling into her depths – her mouth, her ass, or her cunt. I had never fucked a woman’s ass – but I knew, beyond any doubt, that this woman would offer it to me – and would enjoy me taking her that way.

My stomach growled and I turned my eyes from her luscious form – back to my plate. She shuddered and tore her eyes from me and headed off to finish her task, her face flushed.

I devoured my food and quickly drained my mug. I waited for my lover to return. I had not so much as touched her yet – but I knew that I would. I was going to enjoy her body and she was going to enjoy me taking my pleasure with her.

Ten minutes later, she returned. She shuttled my dirty dishes to the kitchen, hung her apron on a hook by the door, and came to take my hand. She led me out the back door, ignoring a scowl from the innkeeper. Beyond a small courtyard – where the man was still tending the hog – there was a long low structure that seemed to be a line of sleeping rooms.

My buxom waitress dragged me off to one of these, tore open the door, and pulled me inside. She began taking my things and tossing them into a pile. She removed my clothes with undue haste, and then settled herself onto her knees and took my member into her hands, holding it to her cheek like a lover. She tugged it, milked it, and stroked it. She kissed it, licked it, and sucked it. As soon as it was fully hard, she stood and rid herself of her clothing as fast as possible.

She pulled me to the small bed, threw back the cover, dropped onto the straw-filled mattress, and pulled me on top of her. She moaned as I slid my cock into her wanton cunt and she wrapped herself around me. I fucked her the same way I fucked my mother in my dreams. The woman shrieked and cursed and pleaded for me to fuck her faster and harder. I held my climax in reserve. She came so hard she passed out. I stayed within her and waited for her to recover.

When she awoke, she begged me to fuck her again. I did. She passed out once more. I remained where I was and waited.

When she woke again, she begged me to spill my seed inside of her – whether she was conscious or not. This time, I fucked her with less force – which had her complaining. However, when she finally came again – and kept her wits this time – I flooded her womb with my spend – pumping load after load into her until it overflowed. She held me tightly and kissed me hard.

This time, when she faded into sleep, I went with her.

~~~

When her boss pounded on the door, early the next morning, she made me promise not to leave her room. She brought me a plate of food and a mug of ale for breakfast, another for lunch, and another for dinner. I asked her what I owed – but she only laughed and said that I’d pay for it later. After darkness fell, she returned to me and I fucked her as before – making her pass out twice – and then flooding her cunt as we came together the third time.

The following day passed as the one before had. Food, sex, and rest.

Mid-morning on the third day, the innkeeper came, gave me some coins, and told me to leave and not return. He said I could only keep the money if I left at that very moment.

I wanted to spend another night with the plump barmaid – but I wasn’t really getting anything done – and I was sure the money would be useful. I was also certain that I could find another woman to fuck when I was ready to share someone’s bed.

~~~ Road Guard ~~~

As I slipped out of the gate at the back of the property, I got the feeling that there was nothing else for me in this town. I stopped at the chandler’s, picked up a few supplies – mostly trail-food, and headed on my way.

I walked along the road for a couple hours until the growling of my stomach brought me to a stop by a small stream. I found some shade, set down my burdens, tested the water from the brook, and refilled my canteen. I took a long drink and then filled it again. I took out some trail food, ate it, washed it down, and then (once again) took up my load.

I had walked for probably another hour before a wagon approached from behind. A trader was driving the matched pair of mules. A rough-looking woman – sinewy and wind-tanned – sat beside him, sharpening her short sword. I studied the woman as the wagon passed by.

The trader didn’t like me but the sell-sword didn’t care. She told me to climb onto the back of the wagon. That night, we laid our bedrolls beside each other and I fucked her under the stars. She howled like a wolf when she came. Her body was fit and strong and she endured my vigorous fucking with relish. I gave her a second orgasm – before I flooded her depths with my sticky spend.

The next morning, the trader made the warrior woman choose between me and him. She kissed me hard, groped my dick, and climbed back onto the seat of the wagon, giving me longing looks as they rode away.

~~~ Blacksmith ~~~

At the next town, I followed the sound of a blacksmith’s hammer to find an orc-woman crafting a massive beautiful blade. I watched the powerful female as she worked for several minutes. Her sculpted form was highly attractive.

“Keep your lust to yourself, demon,” she growled at me. “You’ll distract me from my work. Look elsewhere until I’m finished and I’ll deal with you while this piece is resting.”

I stepped out of the forge and watched passersby as they went about their tasks. Behind me, the orc woman went back to her smithing.

I was beginning to see a pattern forming. I had looked at my step-mother, evaluating her body against my mother’s and she had noticed. The barmaid had felt my eyes on her as I watched her swaying hips. The merchant’s guard seemed to respond to my assessment of her flexibility and desirability. The blacksmith had noticed my attention as I ran my eyes over her appetizing musculature. All of these women seemed to know when I was looking at them with desire or lust.

With such a broad spectrum of women responding in the same manner, it seemed obvious that I was projecting my lusts at the women and they were able to feel it. Likely, this would happen with any woman. I could immediately see that this could cause me problems – but it might also create opportunities.

“I’m finished,” the blacksmith called.

I stepped into the customer area again. She beckoned me around to the back, ordering a young male assistant to keep watch.

I followed the blacksmith as she crossed a courtyard and arrived at a well. She pulled up a bucket of water and dumped it into a trough that held a brush. She pulled her leather shirt off, over her shoulders, and I got my first look at her sizeable breasts.

Her tits were every bit as sculpted, firm, and toned as the rest of her exquisite greenish-gray body. She chuckled at me as she picked up the brush and wetted it, using it to clear the dust, ash, and debris from her upper body. She dumped the gray water onto the roots of a small tree nearby and grabbed her top, motioning for me to follow.

We entered her home and she pulled off her leather breeches and threw them onto the couch with her top. She was naked underneath. She raised her eyebrows at me and then glanced at her discarded garments. I stripped my clothes off. She stepped up, kissed me hard, and pulled at my growing cock. She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall. She didn’t move the covers out of the way.

“Lie down,” she ordered.

The moment I was on the blanket, she was on top of me, guiding my stiff prick into her grasping cunt, and moaning as she settled herself onto me slowly. As soon as she made sure that we fit together, she began fucking me.

I massaged her biceps and arms – and then worked my hands and fingers over her breasts, areolas, and nipples. She purred and sped up. She was grinding her cunt on my dick as she fucked me and it felt really good. By far, this was the most enjoyable sex that I’d ever had. As my fingers moved to her ass, I let my eyes rove over her body, enjoying the splendid view.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she moaned. “I can feel your lust. I’ve never felt so sexy – so desired.”

“You are a talented and powerful lover,” I told her. “You are beautiful.”

“No man calls an orc woman ‘beautiful’, demon,” she moaned. “You are the first lover to see beyond my race.”

“You are exquisite and I love what you’re doing to my cock,” I told her.

As soon as her first climax abated, I rolled her onto her back and took charge. She grunted, gasped, moaned, mewled, and shrieked as I fucked her almost to unconsciousness before she screamed in orgasm. I filled her splendid cunt with my hot, gooey seed.

“Yesssss!” she moaned, as she felt it flood her.

She pulled me down and we kissed madly as our bodies recovered from our explosive climax.

Finally, she pushed me away, looked into my eyes, and asked, “Now, what can I do for you, demon?”

“I need a weapon,” I told her.

“What kind?”

“A sword, I guess,” I said.

“Have you held one before?” she asked.

I shook my head ‘no’.

She pulled me down for another lusty kiss and then pushed me away again.

“Get up,” she ordered. “We’ll spar and I’ll see if I can figure out what you need. I think you’d look fine with a poleaxe but the way your body moved as I fucked you makes me think something else might be better.”

We emerged from the house, still naked, and she brought me to the empty space between the house and the well. There we wrestled, boxed, and sparred. After that, she led me to the couch, laid herself upon it, and ordered me to give her another orgasm – which I did.

Once we’d recovered, we got dressed and she took me back to her shop. There, she took a variety of wooden practice weapons and we sparred some more. She gave me a set of claws that fit over my hands and hooked to my wrists. She used a variety of weapons and attacked me – ordering me to defend myself only. On and on she pressed. Her assistant watched us silently. Her unfinished sword still lay in the forge area, seemingly forgotten.

“I’ll finish it tomorrow,” she said, reading my mind – or the looks from my eyes. “Attack now,” she ordered.

After several more minutes of the two of us dancing around one another, she called a halt to our practice. She took the claws from me and hung them up along with the other weapons that she’d used.

She stepped in close and, taking my left hand, turned my palm to face the ground. She ran her finger along the outside of my forearm.

“I’m thinking I’ll combine the blade of a sword with the extensions from the claws,” she said. “It will be like a poleaxe combined with a sword – but you can lash out with it like a spear or a talon. It will run along here and bind to your arm at the elbow and the wrist – with a handle for you to grip. You move like a dancer and I think – if it turns out like I hope – that it will turn your entire body into a weapon.”

I nodded.

“Well,” she said, correcting herself, “at least your arms. You’ll have to figure out what to do about ranged attacks but I have a feeling that anybody who gets within your reach will regret it to their dying breath – which – likely – won’t be far in the future.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hotly.

“In exchange for crafting your weapons, you have to fuck me – morning and night – until they are complete.”

I nodded but she held up a finger to stop me.

“Once they are complete, you and I will travel to a spider’s lair that’s been causing problems around here. You’ll help me remove the nest. That will give me time to evaluate the weapons – as well as give us some golds to share when we return the spider eyes to the magistrate. Once I’ve refined your weapons, I get one more night with you and then you need to go away or I’ll never get any work done around here.”

~~~

For the next four days, I helped with whatever task she assigned me – from assisting in the forge – to gathering firewood. She usually had me help in the forge towards the end of the day. Afterwards, we would scrub each other by the well, go to the couch, fuck, and then eat. At bedtime, we would fuck again. In the morning, we fucked, ate, and returned to our tasks.

Four days later, she watched as I slid my arms into the straps and took hold of the handles for the poleaxe arm-blades. I didn’t need a mirror to know that I looked like a badass. Jergga made me take off the blades, strip off my shirt, and then arm myself once again. She rubbed her calloused hands over my pectoral muscles, kissed me hard, and moaned into my lips.

“You are one sexy death machine,” she purred. “Let’s go find out how they work.”

Jergga closed down the forge, told her assistant that he had the rest of the day off, and grabbed a two-handed sword that looked big enough that most grown men would have trouble just picking it up. We strode towards the middle of town. Those who looked at us moved out of our way. I could almost feel their eyes on me and it made me feel powerful – and horny.

“Keep those eyes on me, lover,” she purred. “You’ll have a train of women trying to fuck you and we’ll never get this job done.”

We stopped at the magistrate’s office and Jergga informed them that we were heading off to deal with the spiders. The man came out long enough to look at me. His eyes widened a little, he nodded to her, and then he went back inside.

Having a man’s eyes grow large when they look at you will do amazing things for your self-confidence – especially if all you’ve ever known is the old man and the old woman that you’ve lived with in the woods for the last 18 years.

“Let’s go,” Jergga ordered, heading off at a trot.

If I thought people had moved out of our way before, I was nearly floored by how quickly they cleared aside now. Even the city patrollers stepped out of our way – and then watched to see where we were headed.

“Spider lair,” Jergga called out to them. I want to see what this badass mother-fucker can do.”

Those words seemed to do wonders in regard to returning a sense of calm to any who questioned our intentions.

An hour later, we arrived at a cave. Jergga called a quick halt and we took a drink from the canteen she had in her pack. My things were still at her house.

“You don’t have a helmet or a shield,” she reminded me. “Block with your arms and your attackers should regret trying to strike you at all.”

I nodded.

“We’ll start slow. If it looks like they’re trying to encircle us and cut us off from escape, I’ll call for a retreat. At that point, you take the rear and lead us back out. I’ll continue to cover the front, guarding our withdrawal.”

I nodded again.

She stepped over, placed her palm on my chest, and kissed me hard. “For luck,” she purred.

I gazed lustily at her tight ass as she stepped away and she giggled at me. I loved that she knew when I was eye-fucking her.

“Side-by-side on the way in,” she said. “You take front and left. I’ll take front and right. Slow and steady – like fucking.”

“That’s not how I fuck,” I sniggered.

She laughed and said, “I know – but that’s how they always say it. Just so you know, I like your way better.”

I eye-fucked her ass again and she giggled and told me to quit.

~~~

For the next two hours, Jergga and I fought with and killed spiders. We killed big ones, small ones, and a few that were the size of a horse. Twice, she called a retreat and we cleared the way back to the entrance – before pushing forward again. Finally, we arrived at some sort of “throne room” and faced the biggest spider I had ever seen.

At that point, the others were dead (the leader had spurred them into a massive counter-attack). Jergga and I took opposite sides of the massive beast and whittled away at it until it was nearly immobilized. At that point, she called me to her side. I rushed in, she used me as a bristling meat-shield, and then she drove her enormous sword between its eyes and killed it.

We spent the next hour collecting loot from the corpses that the spiders had amassed. We also collected the eyes from every spider that we had killed. We walked back to town, stopping to wash ourselves in a cold stream, and delivered the bag of grisly evidence to the magistrate – who handed over the reward.

Jergga took me to the inn and we ate and drank to our success. As we walked back to her house, we talked about my weapons. She had a couple of small things – mostly in regard to the straps – that she wanted to fix. She had intended to send me off as soon as possible – but she’d been pleased with all of the loot that we’d recovered and had decided to take another day off from the forge.

We made love and went to bed. We made love and ate breakfast. She slipped into the shop, grabbed her leatherworking tools, and we sat in the shade as she made the adjustments to the straps that held the blades against my arms.

After that, she put up her tools, we ate lunch, and then we retired to her bed. She told me that she’d love to have me visit once in a while but that she needed me to go away so that she could get her work done. She told me that she loved how my looks filled her with lust – and she loved how my cock filled her cunt – and she loved how my seed filled her womb. She promised me that, if she ever retired from blacksmithing, she would love to have me come fuck the hell out of her for the rest of her life.

We made love and fell asleep. In the morning, we made love, ate breakfast, and then she kissed me good-bye. She handed me the bag of gold that the magistrate had given her.

“What’s this?!” I asked.

“I’ll keep the loot from the spider’s lair,” she said.

“Are you sure?” I asked her.

“Very sure,” she said. “I can reforge most of the weapons and sell them for more. I’ll sell the rest of the stuff to the chandler. I’m actually probably shorting you on your share.”

“You made my weapons,” I protested.

“You already paid for those,” she said, laughing, glaring at my groin.

“That hardly seems fair,” I said. “Fucking you is a pleasure – not a chore.”

“I love you, too, Aymon,” she laughed. “Now get out of here so I can get some work done.”

I stepped over and gave her another lust-filled kiss and then turned away. I glanced back at her shapely ass as she turned towards her shop.

“Quit that!” she laughed, waving me on my way.

The arm-blades hung from my belt, strapped to my legs at the knees to keep them from swinging around. It was not the most comfortable – but it was the best that Jergga had been able to come up with so that I didn’t have to wear the blades all of the time.

I carried the walking-stick in my hand. On my back was the pack – with the bedroll and the tent hanging below that. I set my face to the south, once more, moving farther and farther away from the woods where I had grown up.

~~~ Succubus ~~~

I had traveled for a few days, foraging for food, living off of the land, sleeping out of sight of the road. I came to a “Y” in the road and wondered whether to turn to the right or the left. For some reason, this choice seemed significant. I could not say why. I sat – in the middle of the road – and closed my eyes. I took a cleansing breath and almost immediately knew I should take the left.

I traveled for another half-day – seeing almost no one – before something tugged at me – pulling me to the right. I followed the pull – along a narrow game-trail. Soon, however, the trail veered away from a small clearing – giving it a wide berth. This clearing is where I was being drawn. Stones with glyphs on them circled the flat, grass-covered area. I could not read the glyphs.

With apprehension, I stretched my hand across the invisible barrier that separated me from the interior of the circle – but nothing happened. I placed my foot within – setting it lightly on the ground – but still nothing changed. I left my things outside of the circle, walked to the center, and sat down. I closed my eyes and cleared away my thoughts.

I smelled fire and brimstone and opened my eyes to see a gorgeous succubus stepping through a portal a few feet in front of me. The shapely beauty looked to be about my age. Long white hair fell in fine straight lines from her head, failing to hide her succulent breasts or their rose-colored nipples. Her skin was the color of ink. Her areolas were crimson. Her labia were the same color as her areolas and, somehow, I knew that her pussy was the same color as her nipples.

Short horns could be seen, emerging from the hair above her temples. Leathery wings as wide as her shoulders stood up from the middle of her back. A rugged tail – like a whipcord with a heart-shaped spade at its end – flitted back and forth behind her, nearly touching the ground.

“Hello, brother,” the girl said. “Thanks. You look tasty as well.”

Her eyes played over me and – in a heartbeat – my cock was as hard as steel – and my balls were engorged with virile seed and ready to deliver it. I had never experienced the unfettered desire that I was feeling right now. I knew it was the same thing that I did to those women when I looked at them like I wanted to fuck them.

The lust-demon walked over and took me in her arms, bringing her lips to mine. I knew she was right to call me ‘brother’. I knew my mother was her mother and my father was her father. I knew she was my twin – and I wanted nothing more in the world than to cum inside of her. She wanted nothing more than for me to breed her.

I lowered her to the soft grass, fed my cock to her cunt, and plowed her, fucking her as hard and fast as I could. As soon as she came, she flipped us over and she fucked me until I filled her. After that, I flipped us again and fucked her until she came a second time. Back and forth, we alternated taking control and fucking one another until the sun dropped and the moon emerged. I had never cum so hard in my life. I had never pumped more seed into another woman’s cunt – and yet none of it escaped my sister’s body – it soaked it all up, as if consuming it.

At last she threw herself onto the grass on her knees, pressing her cheek against the ground, waving her ass in the air like a prize. She used her tail to pull my cock to her, guiding it to her ass. I gasped in surprise and glee as her sphincter sucked me in and began milking my cock. At the same time, the palm-sized spade at the end of her tail circled my hips and began pushing its way into my own ass.

Feral lust filled me and I roared as I grabbed her perfect ass in my fists and slammed into her, fucking her for all I was worth. Again and again I powered into her as her ass-muscles gripped and sucked and stroked my cock. Her tail slid in and out of my ass, probing my prostate and driving me crazy. I roared again as my cock exploded inside of my sister’s ass and – somehow – I felt her tail ejaculate inside of my bowels. Her hot liquid lust made me woozy.

My head spun, a wave of vertigo hit me, and I found myself on the ground.

Larea was on top of me, kissing me, rubbing her hairless cunt against my cock, trying to reinvigorate it. I was finally done, sated, spent.

How did I know that her name was Larea?

“Why are you here, sister?” I asked, panting.

“Father says that he thinks mother is getting ready to come for you,” she replied.

She went back to distracting me with kisses as soon as she’d answered. I grabbed her ass and slid my cock back into her insatiable pussy.

“And?”

“And I’m supposed to teach you and train you and get you ready,” she cooed.

“Are you training me now?” I asked, smirking.

“Yes,” she purred. “Training you to take care of your little sister. Nobody has ever fucked me like you, dear brother.”

“You’re a pretty good lay yourself,” I told her.

“I already knew that,” she said, smugly, “but you’re more of a challenge than the others I’ve had.”

We kissed a few more minutes and then I decided that it was time to get down to business. We could always fuck again later.

“What do you need to teach me?” I asked.

“Spoil sport,” she growled. “Fine,” she conceded. “I need to teach you to transform to your full incubus form – and then back to human form. I need to teach you to fight – with and without weapons – and I need to teach you to control and use your lust. In between, I’ll teach you to love me more than any other.”

“What good does that do?” I asked, “besides helping to keep my balls drained?”

“It’ll help you against mother,” she said, matter-of-factly.

“My dreams?” I asked.

She nodded and said, “She uses some kind of witch power. She used it on daddy. When she gave birth, she kept you. Daddy took me. He’s been sending the dreams to you to try to prepare you for what’s ahead. Daddy says she’s evil and needs to be destroyed.”

“Our dad’s a demon, right?”

“Yeah,” she said. “If a demon tells you that someone is evil, you should probably listen.”

I nodded and said, “In my dreams, she pretty much consumes my life-force and I turn to dust.”

“Daddy says he’s a shadow of what he once was. He says that he only survived because she wanted you. I was an accident. He says he barely escaped with me. Mother only allowed it because she was focused on keeping you safe.”

“Safe until I became an adult?” I asked.

Larea nodded, looking terribly sad. It was such a change from her normal seductive looks that it was gut-wrenching. My eyes moved to her lips. They were so, damned kissable. I wanted them other places too.

Reading my mind, she began to kiss me – and her pussy began to suck my cock like I was buried in her throat. Somehow, it felt like her tongue was wrapped around my cock-knob and my balls at the same time. I moaned in ecstasy as – still buried beneath the weight of her kisses – my balls erupted, once again, flooding my sister’s womb.”

“How do you keep doing that?!” I gasped.

“That’s some of what I have to teach you,” she purred. “This is going to be SOOO much fun!”

~~~ Schooled ~~~

My sister taught me many things. She taught me how to defend myself against wild animals, demons, feral beasts, and massed mobs. The whole time she did this, she distracted me with lust attacks, forcing me to focus myself on my task.

In bed, each night, she demanded that I ignore her as she rubbed, stroked, sucked, licked, fucked or flogged my cock. She showed me every erogenous zone and then tormented me with her body while endlessly yelling at me to focus on holding my dagger balanced on the tip of my finger. She used all of her wiles against me, forcing me to focus and adapt.

She taught me how to extend my fingernails and form razor-sharp claws. I still preferred my arm-blades but there was something graceful and pure about fighting with my teeth and claws. I found that, the more she worked with me, learning to fight without weapons, the more that the weapons that Jergga had given me became almost an extension of my body.

Larea taught me how to teleport, to use mental attacks (not just lust attacks) to confuse and snare opponents, and some modest shape-shifting. I was still learning and couldn’t do everything that she could. Our father had been able to spend longer training her and she was far more capable in those regards. Dad had told her that there was a chance that mom might come after her if she failed to snare me. My instructions were to kill our mother, if at all possible. It was the only way that Larea and I could truly be safe.

My sister said that dad had confined himself to a protected space – to keep mom from summoning him again – either to breed again – or to feed from him in the way that he was sure that she planned to feed from me. Larea said that, even after all of these years, he was fearfully afraid of mom. She cautioned me that I needed to be as ready as possible in order to have any chance to defend myself against her.

Larea told me that dad wanted to see me – and have time for us to get to know each other – but he was afraid to come here – and he was sure that mom was following me somehow and that she would know if he made a portal for me to come to him.

My succubus sister taught me the basics of making portals but said that dad had advised her not to have me practice it – for fear that mom would somehow know. If things went south, I was to teleport away as far as possible, make a portal, and keep running.

As I practiced, studied, and trained, my sister brought more and more combatants for me to fight. Once she decided that my weapon skills (and unarmed skills) were sufficient, she went searching for young witches that might help us train.

She used most of my gold – and no small amount of lust – to bring us three young witches. We spent almost a week getting to know them – and fucking them relentlessly. We talked to them about what we were trying to do and how we planned to build my resistance.

Among witches, the practice of draining life-force from another is highly frowned upon. That being said, they told us that it was not unheard of. We asked them if they knew the concepts and would be willing to try them on me – or at least use the lust-attractions to immobilize me and override my will.

Each of the young women were guarded about what they had been taught but – with a little more gold (and sex) applied – we were able to convince them to use their talents on me. Each of them was also promised that I would give them a child when called upon to do so. They were also each told that they would be allowed to scribe a tattoo on my body that would tell me if they needed me. I would bind myself to come when called.

All of these gifts and promises went into getting their full cooperation to help me condition myself against my mother’s wiles. They each repeatedly gave us warnings that her approach might be different and would – undoubtedly – be stronger.

We assured them that our promise of future support we, obviously, be contingent on me being alive to deliver on those promises. Once they saw that our futures successes were tied together, they were more comfortable with what we were asking.

~~~

Kira was a hedge-witch. Her focus was healing spells and talismans. Kalliope was an illusionist. Maeva was herbalist and potion-maker. Larea and the two that weren’t attacking stood on the side-lines and watched as the last one tested me.

Each of their approaches was different. They worked with me until I got too good at blocking them – then my sister blindfolded me and sent them after me in random order. Once I got good enough at that, she began sending two at a time – mixing them up to keep me on my toes. I begged her to remove the blindfold but she wouldn’t listen. Only when she was ready to send all three after me did the blindfold come off. At that point, I regretted asking – because Kalliope used her magic to distract me and make me think that there were even more witches attacking.

This process went on for days. Each night, we had an orgy and made sure the girls were sated.

Kira liked to be fucked from behind. She screamed when my sister lay beneath us, licking and sucking at the place where our bodies connected – as she used her tail to tease and torment her nipples.

Kalliope wanted to be on her back – with me between her thighs – pounding into her. Larea lay beneath her and used her tail to take her ass as I fucked her cunt. My sister’s fingers molested her breasts as I held her legs and pounded into her.

Maeva preferred to be on top, riding me. My sister changed herself into my doppelganger and took the witch’s ass while she rode me.

Each night, the girls got fucked in whatever way they wanted. If they were still horny, we made sure to fuck them unconscious. Once the three of them were asleep, my sister would “train” me some more. She never failed in her quest to get a molten load from my loins before we held each other to fall asleep.

~~~ Secrets ~~~

Three weeks had passed and my sister said she had tried everything that she knew of to prepare me for what was coming.

She told the girls to keep me busy and portaled away. My lusty lover designed a new way to torment and test me.

Kira got onto the ground, on her knees, and offered her ass to me.

“Make yourself a second cock,” she ordered. “Fuck both of my holes at the same time.”

During one of our orgies, the girls had convinced me to add a second and third cock. The three of them had sucked and licked me – all at the same time – it was almost overwhelming – and they giggled when all three cocks erupted at the same time – giving them a creamy reward.

Now, I added a second stiff prick and lined the pair up with the witch’s holes. I buried myself within until there was nothing left to offer her.

I’d just got started, fucking the brown-haired witch, when the other two started attacking.

“Protect Kira and yourself,” Kalliope ordered.

“Keep fucking her,” Meara yelled. “One of you has to climax to end the battle.”

It was the wildest sparring session that I had ever participated in. We’d been at it for over a half-hour when my sister popped in to check on us – before popping away again.

I rolled Kira away from attacks and defended against those that were directed at me. Finally, she gasped and shuddered and the other two stopped their attacks.

Meara was next. She told me to keep both cocks. She climbed my body and skewered both of her holes before yelling at the other two to attack.

She giggled at me as I fought to protect us both – while lugging her around like some primate’s toddling child.

She gasped when I missed an attack and her body temporarily seized. The hurt (from wondering if she could trust me) wounded me deeply and I redoubled my efforts to make sure that all of the future attacks hit me and not her.

As the stimulation from my two cocks finally took a firm grip on her body, her concern and weariness gave way to lust and anticipation. I tried to make my movements – as I evaded the girls attacks – serve a second purpose of thrusting or gyrating within my lover’s holes.

Finally, the amber-haired witch cried out with her orgasm and the other two stopped their attacks so that she could enjoy it.

Kalliope, the blonde illusionist, went last. She had never had my cock in her ass – just my sister’s tail. She adjusted quickly enough. She bent over and I took her from behind. Once I had filled both her holes, I wrapped and arm around her and turned to face the other two – twisting back and forth quickly to see which of them would attack first.

Meara began laughing and then Kira joined her. I frowned at them and they pointed at my groin. Whatever I had done – trying to anticipate their attacks – had been enough stimulation that the blonde was already cumming. Her cunt was salivating and her nectar was dripping off of my balls and running down my legs.

Once she had recovered, the girls attacked and Kalliope flopped around like a ragdoll as the new stimulation threw her back into another climax. After another ten minutes, the other two called a halt. Larea returned a moment later so I sat in the grass, with Kalliope still mounted on my twin cocks.

The odd part was that my sister walked back toward the circle – she didn’t use a portal to drop in. I was going to ask her about it but she was already asking the other three how they had used their “free time”.

I hadn’t cum yet. My sister decided to remedy that situation. She wrapped herself around me and took both of my cocks, shoving her tail up my ass. After that, she ordered the other three to attack until I nutted inside of her holes.

It took an hour but I finally managed it. By the time I finished, I was exhausted. I tumbled to the ground – with my sister still soaking up the seed that I was pumping into her. Once my cocks had stopped spewing my load, she pulled off of me and stood to her feet.

The four of them cooked a stew. I was barely recovered enough to join them for the meal by the time they had finished preparing it.

As I got ready to lie down to sleep, Larea positioned me at the center of the circle. She and the three witches took the four cardinal positions around me – north, south, east, and west – staying close to the ring of rune stones.

As I closed my eyes, I saw the full moon – moving towards the pinnacle of its path – and thought about what my sister was doing. I was so tired that my mind abandoned the thought even as it occurred to me. I fell sound asleep.

~~~ Mother ~~~

I was walking through a forest that was so dense that there was no way to know that it was only midday. Darkness surrounded me like a blanket – wrapping around me – closing in. Every twig at the end of each tree branch looked like the malformed fingers of some cruel beast that was reaching out to grab at me – to wrap their tendrils around my body – my throat.

All at once the forest disappeared and I found myself standing at the center of the ring of stones. I caught the movement of Kalliope’s arm – as she dispelled the illusion – and then my mother flicked her hand at the girl and the blonde witch screeched as she was flung backward by a violent burst of wind.

“Do not interfere!” my mother growled.

She was staring at me but her words were, obviously, directed at those around me.

My mother was even more beautiful than my father’s dreams had shown me. I noticed her nipples growing thicker and realized that most of what I was seeing was another illusion. She was carefully crafting what my mind was seeing in order to get me ready for her to feed.

I sat down, crossed my legs, closed my eyes, and took a cleansing breath. When I opened my eyes again, my mother was frowning at me.

“Get up,” she growled.

When she saw the reaction on my face, her words turned to honey.

“My beautiful boy,” she purred.

Her image shimmered – but there was enough clarity to my thoughts that I had half an image of what she truly was. As I focused on that, her attempt at overriding what my eyes were truly seeing failed – and I saw her true form again.

My mother was a beautiful woman. Any right-minded man would have given whatever she asked for the chance to fuck her. Behind that beauty however was the chill of death. It was like looking at a finely-crafted sword. There was beauty and danger there, wrapped together, something to be held cautiously – not something to be toyed with.

The witch’s expression turned to frustrated anger and she extended her hand towards me and lifted her fingers. My body lifted into the air and I found myself on my feet.

She came to me, then. Her lips touched mine and it took all of my resolve, all of my muscle-memory, all of my strength, not to let the spear of her thoughts, push its way through my forehead, into my mind.

A fiery rage filled her eyes. I found her taloned hands around my throat. She lifted me into the air like I was a garden vegetable. I grew concerned that I might soon be consumed like one.

Larea attacked. Mother defended. Kalliope attacked. My mother blocked it. Kira attacked and mother tried to deflect it at my sister – who was readying her next attack. Meara attacked and mother flicked it back at her, setting her on her heels. All the while, her grip on my neck held firm as my feet dangled above the ground.

Her other hand wrapped around my cock and – despite my every attempt – it began to harden as she stroked it. I saw no love or lust in her eyes – but my sex betrayed me. It was willing to serve her – no matter how I tried to dissuade it.

Once I was hard, she lowered me onto my back and straddled me. Her cunt hovered above my stiff rod. The inside of her cunt wasn’t pink – it was black – like the darkness of the forest. Dread filled my soul as she lowered herself onto me.

I don’t know if it was my imagination but it felt like the head of my cock sizzled and burned as the flesh of her sex enveloped it. The burning sensation spread down my length as she took more and more of it inside of her.

“Together!” Larea yelled.

I screamed in agony as the burning spread from my dick to my balls – and started spreading farther.

My mother hissed as she waved her arms back and forth – battling against the succubus and the three witches – as they fought to end my torment before my mother consumed me.

“Now!” Larea yelled.

The four of them screamed. They were still attacking – still battling – still pushing – but they screamed.

I had no idea what that was supposed to accomplish but I prayed – to any god that would listen – that whatever secret plan she had – that it would work.

The burning had reached my chest. I looked up into my mother’s ears – the screams of the four women – my four lovers – tearing at my eardrums – as the woman who birthed me stared into my face – willing the fire to finish consuming me.

Her eyes widened.

The line of fire stopped advancing.

The tip of a huge, ornate sword sprouted from my mother’s chest – at the very point where her heart should be. The sharp metal point – and the blade behind it – pushed further and further – until there was a full meter of it protruding from my mother’s chest. The blood upon the blade was sticky and black. Her eyes returned to their normal size and hatred filled them.

The witch started to turn her head – to set her gaze upon her attacker – when a poleaxe swung through the air and cleaved her head from her shoulders.

I looked above the truncated neck – through the space where my mother’s head had just been – to see Jergga smiling down at me.

“Get her off of him!” Larea yelled.

Together the five of them heaved my mother’s body off of me, tossing it to the side. Jergga kicked the witch’s head a little farther away and then came to check on me.

“How you holding up, lover?” she asked.

“Never better,” I moaned.

She looked down at my penis. It was still burning.

“Do what you can to heal him,” my sister ordered.

Jergga sat above me and cradled my head in her lap, running her fingers through my hair. Kalliope sat below me and held my feet, caressing my calves. Kira put her hands on me and began pouring healing into my body. Maeva handed me a cup and told me to drink it all. It was horrible. Jergga laughed and told me to finish it. I fell asleep as the girls worked together to save and restore me.

~~~ Waking Up Is Hard to Do ~~~

or

~~~ Waking Up Hard, I Have Things to Do ~~~

When I woke up again, we were at Jergga’s house. I was lying in her bed, naked. All five of my lovers were sitting around me, waiting anxiously.

“He’s awake,” the blacksmith said.

“Thank the gods!” Meara gasped.

“Thank the goddess,” Kira sighed.

“How do you feel?” Kalliope asked.

I looked down over my body. Everything looked like it was back to normal. Everything inside seemed to be in order as well.

For whatever reason, all of the women were clothed. I looked at each one of them and remembered what their bodies looked like naked – and how good it had felt to fuck them and cum inside of them.

“He’s feeling better,” my sister said, giggling.

She probably felt my lusty look but my stiffening cock was a bit of a give-away as well.

I suddenly found myself to be under attack from my five libidinous lovers. Somehow all five of them managed to cover some part of my body as their lips sought mine. I blasted lust back in a wide radius around my body. Their writhing, moaning, and kisses became louder and more demanding. I was in Heaven.

After a couple minutes, my sister moaned, “Alright, alright, brother! Stop already! Let us catch our breaths and I’m sure each of us would love a chance to show you how grateful we are that you survived.”

I pictured the look on my mother’s face when Jergga’s sword had emerged from her breast and the temperature in the room dropped back to normal.

“Fuck!” the blacksmith moaned. “That was intense!”

“I couldn’t decide between rubbing my body against him or stripping off my clothes!” Kalliope complained, sighing.

“Can you four work on something for us to eat?” Larea asked. “I need to run Aymon to meet dad real quick and then I’ll have him back and we’ll throw the bones to see who gets to jump his bones first.”

“We doing it here?” Meara asked.

“You want to take him home, sister?” Kira asked, giggling.

“Don’t you?” Meara replied, quirking an eyebrow at her and grinning broadly.

“Alright, sisters!” my twin announced. “We’ll do a quickie here and then my hedonist brother can start making his home visits.”

“Jergga’s already had a home visit or two,” Kalliopie said, giggling, “but… since she ended the bitch while we distracted her, I guess I won’t complain.”

I looked at my sister and said, “I couldn’t figure out what all the screaming was for..”

“I wasn’t sure it would work,” she admitted. “I just hoped the girls and I could keep her attention on us so that your orc lover could get cold steel through her heart.”

“Good thing I brought the poleaxe,” Jergga said, “I’m not sure the blade would have been enough.”

The others nodded, looking far more serious than I had seen them before.

“What did you…?” I started to ask.

My sister answered my unfinished question.

“We burned the body. I took the head to Father. He took every precaution that he knew of and then pulverized it and burned it to ashes. The ashes have been spread far enough that even the greatest necromancer should be unable to reassemble them.”

I let out a huge sigh of relief. I looked around at the women in the room. This time, I didn’t look at them with lust. I looked at them with gratefulness and love.

“Well,” said Meara, “if I hadn’t fallen for you before, that would definitely do it.”

The others nodded.

“Alright,” my sister said again. “Let me take him to meet Daddy and then we’ll be back for dinner. After that, we throw the bones and get us some fuckin’.”

“I’ll go see Gerlak,” Jergga said. “He’s got an ale that’s out of this world.”

“I’d rather have mead,” Kalliope said.

The other witches nodded.

“Fine!” Jergga complained. “I’ll get mead too. Bunch’a pussies,” she growled.

The orc went on a beer-run and the witches headed for the kitchen. My sister took my hand.

~~~ Daddy ~~~

“Clothes?” I asked, thinking I should dress before visiting my father.

“Oh, yeah!” Leara gasped, stripping off her garments.

I shook my head at her, smiling.

“Change to your incubus form,” she said.

She changed as well. I looked over our bodies. We looked like twins whether we were in our human forms or our demon forms. My hair, skin, horns, and wings matched hers. My horns were a little longer and my wings were a little larger – otherwise it was obvious that we were a matched pair.

My hot-ass sister stepped up, took my cock in her hand, and kissed me, moaning into my mouth.

“Cheater!” three witches yelled from the kitchen.

Larea laughed loud enough for them to hear her and then released my cock to take my hand. A portal opened in front of the wall of Jergga’s bedroom and we stepped through.

I’m not sure what I had expected the demon realm to look like. We seemed to be in a huge underground cavern.

My sister led me to the entrance to a small cave that had, basically, one large room. The front was a visiting area and the back was a big bed. A man – or demon rather – turned to face us. He was naked as well. We examined one another. I could see how Larea and I resembled him – in both our demon forms as well as our human ones. I extended my hand but he wrapped me in a hug.

“Thank you for coming,” he said. “I realize you’ve grown used to your present way of life but I did so want to meet you. I’m not only grateful that you two found a way to rid the world of that witch – but I’m thankful that you survived.”

“Larea deserves the credit for that – and thanks to you for sending her to train me – or we would have never managed it.”

He nodded.

“Those dreams were creepy,” I told him, smirking.

“Fabrications, obviously, from my time with her,” he said. “She trapped me almost as soon as she summoned me and I only survived because she was intent on getting a son – to the detriment of everything else.”

My father turned to look at my sister.

“You are leaving me?” he asked.

She nodded and said, “For a time at least. I invested a lot of time and energy into keeping Aymon alive and I want to keep an eye on him.”