“No you can’t,” she said bluntly. “Enough talk, Jake. It’s time. Let’s go.” She turned and went back to marching into the darkness of the woods. I watched her go for a moment, and then hurried to catch up. Any warmth the day had held was gone completely. I could feel goosebumps move across my skin, and my arms began to shiver as the coldness enveloped me. I could see Shannon shivering lightly next to me. We had been in these woods a thousand times. The sun wasn’t yet down, and it was June. It shouldn’t be this cold. And yet it was.
As we trekked deeper into the woods, toward the place where this all started, the soft sounds of the animals disappeared. There were no longer birds chirping, or squirrels clambering, or rabbits rustling in the bushes. The woods had fallen to an eerie quiet, something unnatural. We came to a small opening in the trees and stopped. We both stood there, cold and scared. And then we heard a soft laughter. It came in with the wind, soft and light like a breath. And then it grew deeper, more guttural. The laughter turned into a cackle.
“Is this her?” The witch’s voice asked from somewhere out of sight. Her voice sounded strangely close considering I couldn’t see her.
“Yes,” I answered. I could hear the tremor in my own voice. “She’s my friend. And…she…she volunteered.” The voice broke into a fresh bout of cackling laughter.
“She volunteered?” The voice asked through its laughter. “Why, girl? Why have you come to me?” The witch stepped out from behind a tree just five feet away from us. She was wearing a silken white gown, and she looked more beautiful than ever. Her platinum hair hung down in soft flowing waves. Her skin seemed to glow with an effervescence as if she were radiating light. Her smile stretched across her face, wide, sexy, stunning, bringing out the beauty in her elegant features. Then I met her eyes. Her yellow orbs stared into me, through me, and I quickly looked away. I looked over at Shannon, and saw her staring wide eyed at the witch.
“I… I heard what you asked of Jake,” Shannon said, her voice firm despite the fear she must have felt. “And I wanted to ask you a few questions.”
“Oh?” The witch chuckled. The leaves of the trees seemed to dance with her laughter. “And what questions do you have for me?” She asked, leaning forward towards Shannon. Shannon was five foot eight, pretty tall for a girl, and yet the witch towered over her.
“If I do it, will I die?” Shannon asked, standing her ground and meeting the witch’s cold yellow eyes with her own soft blue ones.
“You don’t have to,” the witch said with a teasing smile.
“If I do this, what will happen to me?” Shannon asked. The witch leaned back, standing straight. Somehow she was the same height as Shannon again. She seemed to be considering for a moment before she answered.
“Nothing to fret over,” the witch answered. “Since you are offering yourself freely, I will make sure the process is easier than it might have been.”
“Good,” Shannon said, and then noticeably gulped. “And… what…um…what about the…uh…child?”
“He will be mine,” the witch said in a cold, flat tone of authority that left no room for question.
“Will he…be…will…will he be…evil?” Shannon asked, stumbling over herself.
“He will be as he will, child. It is no concern of yours,” the witch answered coldly. I stood there, silent and frozen in terror, letting Shannon do all of the talking. Now that I was in the witch’s presence again, the plan seemed very childish and foolish. How could the two of us possibly contend with this woman?
“Ok, fine,” Shannon said. “Then, as long as you promise me I won’t die, or lose my soul or something, I willingly volunteer.”
“I promise you won’t die,” the witch said, her face stretching into that awful smile again.
“Ok then,” Shannon sighed. “What do we do?”
“I’m sure you know,” the witch smiled. “You take the boy’s seed. You look a fertile young woman, and pretty too. That’s good. You’ve done well, Jake,” the witch said, her yellow eyes darting to me. I shuddered under her brief gaze, and then her eyes returned to Shannon. “Undress,” the witch went on. She was walking slowly, circling us, her hand reaching out and gently caressing Shannon’s blonde hair. “Make love,” she went on, her voice turning to a whisper.
“What about you?” Shannon asked.
“What about me?” She witch retorted, her laughter returning and echoing through the sterile woods.
“You…Jake said…” Shannon turned to me, her eyes pleading, and I realized it was my turn to talk. I opened my mouth, but nothing would come out. My throat felt like sandpaper, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe. I stopped, took a swallow that felt like a golf ball, and tried again.
“We’ll do it,” I said, relieved that I was even able to speak. “I’ll finish in her. But first I want you.”
“You want me?” The witch smirked, stepping closer to me. “And why would I let you be with me?”
“I know how much you want the child,” I said, steeling my nerves and pushing through the fear. This was a pivotal moment. If she didn’t agree to this, then there was no more plan. We were just stuck out here with her, totally at her disposal. “And I know I’m the only one who can give him to you. And I will. I even brought you a willing host. But I want to get to be with you. You’re… you’re so beautiful. You’re not like any other woman I’ve ever seen. You’re…special.”
“Oh, Jake, you have no idea just how special I really am,” she said, stepping right up to me, her voice dipping into a sultry purr.
“I…I want to,” I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. “I want to see you. To…to feel you. If we’re really going to make a child together then we should… we… should…”
The witch broke into her cackling laughter again, and it sent a shiver through me. “Very well, Jake. Since you’ve been so… cooperative, and even brought me a willing host, I will grant you your final request.”
“Final?” I said, that word ringing out in my head like an alarm. “What do you mean my final request?”
“Before our time together is done,” she answered easily, her smile returning. “Once the seed has been planted, the girl and I will go. We will… return to my home. And you will be free to walk this earth as you please. With all the gifts I have bestowed upon you.”
“You’re going to take Shannon with you?” I asked.
“Only for a time,” the witch said. “When the child is born, she may return, as a reward for her own willingness.”
“Will it be nine months?” Shannon asked before I could think of anything to say.
“No,” the witch answered flatly, and left it at that. I glanced over at Shannon, and could tell she was thinking the same thing as me. If not nine months, then how long? Less time, more time? How much more or less? Months? Weeks? Days? Hours? …Years?… Centuries?
“Fine,” I said, stopping my mind before it could go any further down that particular dark spiral. The more time I had to think, the more likely I would be to back out. And it had to be the same for Shannon, if not worse. The time for talking was done. It was time to do what we came to do. “Let’s get started then. But… I… can I see you first? I’ve been waiting. It’s all I’ve thought about for days.”
“Me too,” Shannon agreed. “Jake told me how beautiful you are. I believed him, but… I couldn’t even imagine how stunning you truly are. I want to see you too, all of you.”
“Very well,” the witch smiled. She seemed genuinely pleased by our compliments. She stepped back away from us, and she seemed to morph once again. I felt my neck tilting back as I looked up at her face. Her features seemed to heighten. The tilt of her yellow eyes, the slant of her thin nose, the curve of her sharp jawline. Her skin seemed to glow, as if it was emanating an actual aura. She looked genuinely radiant. She smiled down at both of us, and then reached behind her back. The white gown fell from her body and then vanished before it could hit the dirt. My eyes barely registered it. They were too busy taking in her body.
Broad yet feminine shoulders. Collarbones that stood out firmly, leading into a strong, and surprisingly long neck. For a moment as I stared at her neck I thought it looked disproportionate, but then that passed. It was a perfect neck, enhancing both her gorgeous face and what was below. My eyes moved down, tracking her flawless skin, not a single blemish in sight. Then they reached her breasts. They looked impossibly large. They appeared to be bigger than a human head, and yet they were exquisitely well proportioned. They were perfectly round, and stood out on her slender frame in a way that should surely have made them sag. Yet they didn’t. They were absurdly large, impossibly round, astoundingly perky, and yet somehow fit on her body as if they were the most natural breasts in the world. Her nipples, pink and hard, seemed too small to fit such large breasts. And yet they were perfect too. Everywhere I looked the sizes seemed impossible, and yet the proportions were somehow correct. It defied reason.
My eyes lingered on her perfect and impossible breasts for a long time, taking them in, and then finally moved south. The rounded bottoms of her breasts showed just how far they stood from her body. And beneath them, a stomach that could not have had a single ounce of fat on it. I could see the faintest trace of her bottommost rib on each side, the rest covered by the massive expanse of her breasts. Her abdomen was a single solid shape, tight, smooth, solid. Something about her firm, sexy stomach seemed off, and for a moment I couldn’t figure out what it was. Then I realized she didn’t have a bellybutton. Rather than taking any time to contemplate that, I let my eyes roam further down.
Her pelvic lines stood out slightly on her slender waist, the tight stomach leading into wide hips. As I looked down to her crotch I remembered what it had looked like in my dream. It was awful, inhuman and haunting. I expected to see that again. But instead what I saw was the most magnificent pussy of all time. No hair at all, not even the trace of it. I could tell she wasn’t shaved. She was naturally hairless. Her pussy had the faintest hint of lips, not swollen or puffy, but still there. Thankfully, mercifully there. And then the pink folds, thin, tight, glistening slightly.
Her thighs were wonderfully toned with lean muscle, leading into her wide hips. My eyes went further down, tracing her legs. They seemed to go on and on. I felt my neck crack as it bent down to look at her legs. On and on they went, lean, muscular, smooth. Perfect calves, sexy ankles, and then… My eyes registered her feet, but my mind rejected it. My head quickly snapped back up, taking in every inch of her exquisite body again. When they reached her face again I felt a shiver run through me. Her yellow eyes were staring right at me. Into me, through me. Her smile seemed too big, too many teeth.
“You’re perfect,” I heard Shannon saying from beside me. I could only nod my head in agreement. Even if I had something to say, it wouldn’t have come out. I felt rooted to the ground in paralyzing fear. Now that I was seeing her, all of her, I knew our plan was fruitless. How could we possibly defeat such a creature as this?
“Now you,” the witch said, and her purring voice made all the hairs on my body stand on end. “Undress her,” the witch said to me. I looked over at Shannon, and saw her looking more frightened than I’d ever seen her. She looked back at me, and I could see her helplessness. She gave me a brief little nod, and then looked away. I glanced back at the witch. Her chilling smile seemed wider than ever. So many teeth. And some of them looked pointed now. I saw a tiny drop of saliva drip from the pointed end of one of her teeth, and I quickly turned back to Shannon.
This had been part of the plan, but now that it was time to actually do it, I didn’t know if I could. Shannon was by no means ugly, and I had even lusted after her at times. But she was my best friend, especially with Ryan now gone. This, however it went, would change our relationship forever. Although it seemed terribly likely that this was about to be our final act, so why not make the best of it? I stepped closer to Shannon, and she looked up at me again. I stared into her blue eyes, and felt my heart beating out of my chest. From my right I could hear the witch making a low purring sound, similar to a cat, and yet so terribly different. I knew not to look at her now.
I kept my eyes on Shannon’s, so blue, so deep, so mercifully human. There seemed to be a hundred emotions in those eyes, fear, determination, grief, sorrow, resolve. But there was more, lust, desire, longing. Her shirt rose from her chest with a heavy breath. Her lips, soft and supple, trembled ever so slightly. I wished I could stop and talk to her, make this more personal, but it was too late for that. The time to discuss this had been before we were here. Now, with the witch beside us, watching our every move, there was nothing left but to do it. Shannon brought her hands down to the hem of her shirt, and started to lift it, but the witch stopped her.
“No.” She said in a curt tone that demanded finality. Shannon stopped, and dropped her hands back to her sides. She was keeping her eyes on me, and mine stayed on her. I could tell she was as scared to look at the witch now as I was. “Let him undress you,” the witch said, and then cackled softly. The leaves on the trees rustled as she laughed, though there was no breeze.
I stepped closer to Shannon, and brought my hands down to her shirt. I looked down as I began lifting the shirt up. Her stomach was thin and toned as well, though not in the way the witch’s was. There was only the faintest hint of abs, and she did have a belly button, right where it belonged. Below her breasts there was a small mole I had never noticed before. She lifted her arms up as I pulled her shirt higher. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and my eyes drank in her breasts as they saw them for the first time. I wont lie and say I haven’t stolen glances at them for years. I’ve thought about what they might look like more than I would probably admit. And now here they were. They looked bigger than I expected. Not huge, round and perfect like the witch’s, but still quite nice. They were well shaped, rounded at the bottoms, sitting slightly wide on her slender frame. Her pink nipples were tiny and hard, and I could see the small bumps encircling them. To be honest her tits looked amazing; much better than I would have guessed, and I have guessed.
My eyes lingered on her chest for a long moment, and then darted up to her face. She was staring right at me, her eyes bluer than ever, and wider than ever. I couldn’t remember ever having seen eyes so wide. Her mouth moved subtly, and then I watched her teeth gently bite a part of her lower lip. I looked back at her eyes, and realized she was turned on, seriously turned on. A flush crept into her cheeks, accentuating the few freckles there, and then down her neck.
“You’re beautiful,” I told her, without even thinking about it. The corners of her mouth twitched, like she wanted to smile but was too afraid to. I could still hear the witch’s breath from my right, rumbling, like an animal’s. I kept my eyes on Shannon, her soft blue eyes like two oceans staring back at me, her button nose, the sharp contours of her jaw. Suddenly she wasn’t just pretty, or even hot, she was undeniably, unbelievably sexy. My eyes went back down, stopping for another long moment at her breasts. I brought my hands back down, and began fumbling with the button of her jeans. It finally popped, and I pulled down the zipper, slowly revealing a blue pair of panties that matched the color of her eyes. I hooked my thumbs in her jeans, and then she did a sexy little wiggle as I pulled them down.
As she stepped out of the jeans, I stared at her legs. I had always liked her legs. Her years of running track had turned them into legs anyone would admire. And I had admired them, on days at the lake, or the pool, on hot days when she wore shorts, on nights at her house or Ryan’s, her legs thrown over a chair, oblivious to the way Ryan and I would stare at them. But now they looked better than ever. They looked long and lean and powerful. Her thighs looked strong enough to pop a watermelon. I took a step back, and soaked in her body, topless, flawed in such wonderfully human ways, covered only by the blue panties.
I stood there, staring at Shannon, and then nearly screamed when I felt hands on my shoulders. The witch stood behind me, and she was gently pushing me down. I could tell that even if I tried to resist it would be no use. There was an undeniable strength in those fingers. I let her guide me down to my knees, bringing me face level with Shannon’s waist. Shannon turned around slowly, and for a moment my breath hitched as I stared at her ass. Her ass had some freckles on it, and a few pimples, and a single mole low on her left cheek. All wonderfully human imperfections. The hands on my shoulders pushed me forward, and I realized what the witch wanted me to do.
I allowed it to happen, as did Shannon. As my face moved closer to her body, Shannon bent over slightly, sticking her ass out for me. The movement made her pussy come into view. It looked much meatier than the witch’s, and much wetter too. I was a little shocked at how aroused Shannon appeared to be. And then my face found her body. My nose and cheeks pressed into the soft plumpness of her ass, and my mouth found her pussy. I pushed my lips out and gave her pussy a soft kiss, and heard her let out a soft moan. I brought my tongue out, and let it move gently along her slit, tasting her. She moaned again, and I realized how turned on I was as well.
I ignored the awkwardness of doing this with my best friend, and the chilling fear of doing this with the witch present. I set all thoughts and emotions aside, and leaned into it with vigor. I tried to give Shannon the best I could. I brought my hands up and grabbed onto her hips, enjoying the way her flesh gave under my fingers. I pulled her gently into me, and pushed my face deeper into her. My tongue entered her, and began to probe. I still didn’t have tremendous experience with this, but I gave her all I had.
I moved my head up and down, and occasionally side to side, trying to dig deeper into her with my tongue. I held firm onto her waist, keeping her steady. My tongue explored her pussy hungrily, moving along her folds, her hole, and finally her clit as I found it. Once I found it, I attacked it with vigor. I let my tongue dance along her clit, and knew she was enjoying it from the sounds she made. I had certainly never heard those sounds from her before. I pulled her hips deeper into me, digging my fingers into her giving flesh. I let my head roll, moving my lips and tongue in unison to try to give her the pleasure I hoped I could. It seemed to be working. The soft moans she had made as I started had turned into long, deep, high-pitched moans. I could both feel and taste the fluids coming from her in greater quantities. As her moans seemed to reach a crescendo, I held onto her, slid my tongue in, and felt her having an orgasm.
When it was done, I leaned back, panting slightly. I could feel wetness on my face, and I could see it on her ass and legs too. Her legs seemed to be trembling slightly. I looked up, and she looked back at me at the same moment. We locked eyes, and it seemed she had a thousand things to say to me in that moment. But she said none of them. Nor did I. She simply smiled, and I smiled back. It would have been a nice moment, if not for the witch.
“Very good,” the witch purred from my right. I looked over, and saw her standing there watching us with a big, amused grin. “Now she should return the favor, shouldn’t she, Jake?”
“Um…” I said, looking back at Shannon. Her cheeks immediately flushed pink and she turned away from me. I got back to my feet, and realized my cock was straining to get out of my pants.
“Undress him, girl,” the witch demanded of Shannon. Shannon glanced at her, and then quickly away. She looked at me, and I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. The depth of emotion in her soft blue eyes was beyond unreadable. I opened my mouth to speak, even though I had no idea what to say, but it didn’t matter. Shannon stepped towards me, and then she got down on her knees. I stared down at her naked body as she reached her hands towards me, but then I focused on her eyes. Her fingers quickly and easily undid my belt and then my jeans, and then she began pulling them down. Her eyes stayed locked on my crotch, and mine stayed locked on hers. She pulled my pants and boxers down in one motion, and my huge cock sprang up, already fully hard. Shannon’s eyes went wide, definitely with shock, but also I think with lust. The witch began to cackle again.
“You really are quite the specimen, Jake,” the witch cackled. “I’ve outdone myself this time. What do you say, girl? Did I give Jake a nice big cock?”
“Yes,” Shannon said in a mousy voice, her eyes wide as they stared directly at my huge hard cock just inches from her face.
“Pleasure him,” the witch purred menacingly.
“I’m not sure I can,” Shannon said, still staring at it. “It’s so big. I’ve never…”
“Pleasure him,” the witch said again, though this time it was not a purr. It was a deafening command, and left no room for question. Shannon glanced up at me, gulped, and then looked back at my cock. Then she leaned forward. She brought her hand to it first. Her soft fingers wrapped around the base of my shaft, and I let out my own soft moan. Her lips parted, and then slowly slid over the head of my cock. She took the tip in, and then I felt her tongue begin to make gentle circles on it inside her mouth. It felt wonderful. It wasn’t like some of the excellent blowjobs I had received lately, but it felt nice. And the look in Shannon’s eyes as she sucked my cock made it ten times better.
“Take it deeper, girl,” the witch commanded, apparently not as satisfied with Shannon’s efforts as I was. Shannon opened her mouth wider and pressed forward. She took another inch or two into her mouth, and then gagged slightly, her cheeks puffing out momentarily. She tried again, gagged again, and then pulled back, gasping for air.
“Pathetic,” the witch hissed. “Suck his cock.” She commanded again.
“I can’t,” Shannon said through panting breaths. “It’s too big.” The witch looked like she was going to explode in fury, but I quickly spoke up.
“Can you do it?” I asked the witch before she could shout at Shannon. Her angry yellow eyes darted to mine, and for a moment I thought she might attack me. “I mean I know you can,” I quickly corrected myself. “But will you? I really want to feel your sexy lips on it.”
“Very well,” the witch hummed. Her anger disappeared, and her smile widened once again. Again she seemed genuinely pleased by the compliment. “Move aside, girl. Watch how a master does it.” Shannon quickly scrambled to her feet and stepped aside as the witch came towards me. As much as I did want to feel what she could do, and see it too, actually having her this near me terrified me. She got down on her knees in the dirt before me, my huge cock pointing at her angelic face. As I looked down at her it was hard to see anything but the gigantic tits pushing out from her chest.
She brought both of her hands up, and they both wrapped around my shaft. I had to stifle a scream as I felt her fingers touch my cock. They weren’t soft like Shannon’s, nor warm. They felt cold and hard, and bony. They felt more like the talons from my dreams. But then her face moved forward. Her plump lips parted. As her mouth moved toward the tip of my cock, I remembered the fangs, and the venom in my dreams. I almost jumped back in fear, but I stayed put. And then her lips met the end of my cock. It could not have felt any better. Her lips easily wrapped around my cock, and sucked tight. Then I felt her tongue slide along the head of my cock, much as Shannon’s had. It felt like an excellent blowjob from an excellent mouth. And then I let out a shrill scream.
Shannon jumped in alarm, bringing her hands up to cover herself instinctively. The witch didn’t come off me; she just glanced up at me in annoyance as she continued sucking my cock. My whole body was frozen in terror, but I didn’t move, or speak. I let her continue, and tried to ignore what I had just felt. Her tongue, as it had been playing with the head of my cock, had split. Her tongue had forked like a serpent, and I had felt in on my cock. It sent another shiver through me, but I clenched my fists and ignored it. Her tongue felt normal again, and quite wonderful as it made its easy swirling motions on my cock. It felt good again. But that feeling as her tongue had split… I ignored it. I stared down at her huge breasts. Her eyes opened again, yellow and haunting, and I looked away. I looked over at Shannon, saw her standing there, naked, one hand halfheartedly covering her body, her eyes wide as she watched the witch suck my cock. Looking at her just made me feel weird. Instead I looked up at the trees, trying to just enjoy the physical sensations of the blowjob I was getting, and ignore everything else.
The witch stopped playing with her tongue, and then I felt my cock sliding deeper into her mouth. I couldn’t resist, and looked back down. I watched as inch after inch of my cock disappeared into her throat, until her nose pressed against my body. She stayed put, my entire cock lodged down her throat, and then I felt a very odd sensation. It was unlike any of the others. It was as if her throat began to vibrate. The muscles of her throat began to message my cock in a way that no other girl had. It felt truly amazing, but it also felt wrong, like my body knew what was happening to it wasn’t natural. Her throat vibrated and contracted, moving as if on its own. The sensation was too much. Despite my fear and discomfort, I couldn’t deny the physical pleasure of it.
Before I could so much as warn the witch, I grunted, and then felt my cock lurching as it pumped cum down her throat. She didn’t so much as flinch. She swallowed it all without any problem at all. Once I was done cumming, she slowly pulled off of me. There was not even the faintest trace of cum in her mouth as she looked up at me and smiled.
“That is how you suck a cock like this,” the witch said smugly to Shannon, her lips pulled into a prideful grin.
“That was amazing,” Shannon said. “You looked so beautiful while you did it.” The witch’s pleased smile grew. I realized that Shannon had picked up on what I had. The witch was vain. Far more so than we had anticipated. “But I don’t think I could do that,” Shannon added.
“Would you like to?” The witch asked.
“I mean, of course,” Shannon nodded. “But I don’t think…”
“This boy was nothing before me,” the witch interrupted. “I can make you better as well. And I shall. You deserve such, for volunteering. Go on, suck him again.”
The witch stood up, and stepped aside for Shannon. Shannon looked both confused and frightened, but she got back down on her knees in front of me. She leaned back in, and went back to sucking the tip of my cock. It felt the same as it had before, only more sensitive after my having cum. But then Shannon leaned forward. To both of our surprise, my cock slid easily down Shannon’s throat. She took the entire thing without any gag at all. She pulled off, and looked up at me in surprise. I just shrugged, not sure what to say.
“As I said,” the witch purred. “Now then. Why don’t you suck his cock properly.”
And that’s just what Shannon did. She didn’t go slow this time, or gentle. She began sucking my cock in earnest. She attacked it, taking it far down her throat with deep thrusts of her head, using her tongue delightfully the whole time. It no longer felt like she was just doing what she was told. Shannon was enjoying this now. She, like me, had been given a sexual gift from the witch. And she, like me, was now using it with fervor. Shannon sucked my cock like a woman possessed. Which maybe she was, though I think it was just her enjoying being able to do with my huge cock what she was. She moved her head back and forth in long deep strokes, taking my entire cock down her throat. It felt truly amazing, and I wondered how long I would last.
“Enough,” the witch said. Shannon pulled off of me, looking both pleased with her new skills, and disappointed at having been told to stop. We both looked over at the witch, waiting for instruction. Our plan was seemingly lost amidst the sex that we were beginning to have.
“The time has come,” the witch said, stepping forward and standing over us. “Mount her. Bring Him into existence.”
I felt my blood run cold once again. Despite the plan, I couldn’t resist the urge to do just that. I wanted to get on top of Shannon and fuck her as hard as I could. And then I would finally get to release inside of a woman. My body had been craving it ever since it all began. And now the time had come. I actually started to move forward, preparing to take Shannon and turn her over and mount her, as I had been commanded. But then I saw her eyes looking at me with fear, and the world came rushing back.
“Wait,” I said.
“No more waiting,” the witch hissed angrily. “It is time.”
“But, once I start, I wont be able to stop,” I said. “I know it.”
“You’re not meant to stop,” the witch smiled. “Mount her, ride her, and fill her with your seed. Bring Him to life.”
“But…you said I could do it with you,” I said. My own voice sounded like it was coming from a mile away. It didn’t feel like I could think, not in any kind of conscience way. But my mouth spoke for me. “Once I’m inside of her, I won’t be able to stop. You know that. And I want to get to feel you first. I want to know how amazing someone like you can feel. And I want to see how truly stunning you can be.”
“Me too,” Shannon agreed quickly. “I want to see how Beautiful you look when you fuck him. And I need you to show me how it’s done. Like you did with sucking his cock. You made me so much better at it. Show me how to fuck him properly. And then when we bring Him into existence, it will be done with truly outstanding sex.”
The witch seemed to contemplate that for a moment, and then her chilling smile returned. “Very well,” she purred. “If that’s what you want, I can oblige. Lay down, Jake.” I didn’t ask questions. I quickly got down in the dirt, and lay flat on my back, ignoring the small twigs and pebbles poking me in odd places. The witch stepped over me, and then stood there above me. She appeared to be at least ten feet tall, maybe more. Every bit of her body seemed gigantic. And her features had taken on the intense heightened state again. Her wide grin returned, and then she moved down.
As she came down to where I lay, she was a normal sized woman again. She knelt in the dirt, with one knee on each side of my waist. She pulled my cock against her stomach. It went up to where her belly button should have been, but wasn’t. Then she took it in her hand. Once again I had to keep from wincing at the cold, harsh feel of her fingers. She raised herself, and then lined my cock up with her pussy. It was a real pussy still, not the terror from my dream, though that was hard to keep out of mind. She rubbed my cock along her slit a few times, and then pushed down, taking it deep inside her.
My mind screamed out as my cock slid deep within the witch, but no sound escaped me. My entire body clenched up in fear and revulsion for a split second. Her pussy was wet, and my cock slid in her easily, but inside her was cold, like ice. It felt like I had buried my cock in the snow. But that only lasted a second. As she lifted, and then dropped back down, her pussy went from ice cold to tantalizingly warm. All of a sudden it felt like the most amazing pussy in the world. As she raised and fell again, she let out a purring sound, unlike the others. I looked at her, and saw her eyes closed and her head leaned back. Another purring noise came from her as she ground her hips on me, taking my cock deep. I realized she was actually enjoying this.
I took the moment as her eyes were closed to glance over at Shannon. She looked totally captivated, watching with wide, fascinated eyes as the witch moved her body on top of mine. But Shannon snapped out of it at my glance. She seemed to come back to reality in an instant. As I returned my gaze to the witch, I could see Shannon slowly and quietly moving towards the bag she had tossed aside earlier. The witch continued her movements on top of me, riding me, as Shannon bent down and reached into her bag.
The witch’s body seemed to morph once again. Her features stretched until she seemed like a giant on top of me. Each of her breasts appeared to be the size of a beach ball, still perfectly round and pert on her slender frame. Her neck stretched long as she tilted her head back. Her arms stretched out at her sides, reaching impossibly far. And they were bent like they had been in my dream. Her arms looked like wings without the wing. Her neck looked like the neck of some bird of prey. She opened her mouth as she let out a soft moan, and I could see the long, pointed fangs, one of them dripping venom. Her platinum hair flew out from her head as if there were a strong wind, even though there was no wind at all.
In that moment she looked both stunning and terrifying. She was a creature of beauty and death, her body morphed into its truest form, her face struggling to hide itself. The purring, gurgling sounds coming from her shook the world around us. She moved her body on top of mine in fluid easy motions, taking my cock deep within her twisted form. Her mouth opened again, letting out a gargled purr, and then it became a scream. Her yellow eyes shot open, wider than ever. They were filled with shock and anger, and fear. Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vise, and I let out a whimper. The witch let out a heart wrenching, earth shattering scream, and fell off me.
I rolled over and grabbed my dick as it slid out of her. She feel to the forest floor with a mangled cry. I looked over, and saw the hilt of the silver dagger Shannon had brought sticking out of the witch’s back, where her heart should be. I looked back and saw Shannon standing there, still naked, looking truly terrified and holding a crucifix.
Then the witch let out a noise that made us both grab our ears. Shannon dropped to the floor beside me, both of us clutching our heads. The witch’s cry turned into a wail, and then a shout of fury. She began to get to her feet, and I could see her morphing again. Her feet weren’t human, as they had been a moment ago. They were as they had been before, when I didn’t want to see it. They were clawed hoofs, digging at the dirt and churning it up as she rose. Her glowing effervescent skin was no longer pale, but white. Ghostly, ghastly white. Translucent. I could see veins beneath her skin, not red, nor blue, but black. As she rose she turned her head. Her eyes weren’t yellow, as they had always been. They were red. Blood red. Her teeth were long fangs dripping venom. Her mouth was wide enough to bite my entire head whole. Her platinum blonde hair was now white, like her catlike form.
I stared up at her in terror as she rose, higher and higher, the look on her face more haunting than anything I could have ever imagined. I was frozen in fear, ready to die. I would welcome death, just so long as I could escape her. Anything but having to look at this monster any longer. She raised a hand, and I saw that her fingers actually were claws. Long, bony, disjointed spikes with razors at the ends. She reached back, and was going to slash me open in one stroke. And then a small splash of water hit her, and she cried out in that terrible wail again.
As I fell back to the ground holding my ears, I saw Shannon back on her feet, holding the vials of holy water. She threw another one at the witch, and the beast cried out again. Shannon threw the last vial at it. I could see the water burning the witch’s skin, making it bubble and melt. Shannon began to recite words, but I couldn’t hear them. All I could hear was the terrible deafening wailing coming from the witch. She began to writhe on the ground, and the silver dagger came out of her back. The blood leaking from her was black, like oil.
The witch writhed and wailed as Shannon spoke, but she slowly began to rise again. Her claws hooked in the dirt, digging deep, and she began to push herself up. Her diaphanous skin ran in hideous rivulets where the water had burned her, but she continued to rise. I finally jumped into action. I scrambled across the dirt. The witch didn’t even seem to notice me. She was totally consumed with Shannon. I clambered past her hooved feet, and reached the knife.
The witch was beginning to move towards Shannon. It had its arms up as if to block Shannon’s words, but it moved slowly forward. I scampered to my feet, holding the knife firmly, and lunged. I aimed high, and let the knife bury itself into the witch’s neck from behind. It sank in like it was cutting butter. She let out a wail more horrible than all the others. I felt lightning shoot up my arm, and let go of the blade. I fell to the floor, holding my hands over my ears and clenching my eyes shut. The shriek went on a moment longer, and then finally ended. I stayed on the ground a moment, my ears ringing and my head spinning.
When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Shannon laying in the dirt as well, also holding her ears. The witch was nowhere to be seen. I sat up slowly, trying not to vomit, and looked around. Where the witch had been a moment before, there was a small pile of short white hair, like that of a cat. Shannon sat up too, looking at me in shock. She opened her mouth and said something, but I couldn’t hear it. I couldn’t hear anything but a high ringing sound. For a moment I panicked that she had made me deaf, but then noises slowly starting coming back.
I could hear birds chirping, which I hadn’t heard since entering the woods. And the light rustle of leaves as an easy breeze blew through. Shannon spoke again, and I could hear it, though I couldn’t yet make out the words. I reeled momentarily, and thought I would faint, but then it passed.
“Did we do it?” I finally heard Shannon’s voice asking. “Is she gone?”
“I think so,” I responded groggily.
“Is she dead?” Shannon asked.
“I don’t know,” I said, still trying not to faint or vomit. “But she’s gone.”
“We…we did it? We actually did it?” Shannon said, her voice cracking, and tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. I crawled to her on my knees, through the dirt, and hugged her tight. She hugged me back. We were both still naked, and trembling from a slew of emotions. For a moment we just held each other, crying at first, and then laughing. When we broke the hug there a moment of awkwardness as we both took in each other’s nakedness. Now that the witch was gone, we were back to just being close friends, only we were both still painfully aware of what we had just shared. Not just the epic existential crisis we had gone through together, and prevailed, but the very real sexual acts we had just preformed on each other.
We began getting dressed, not quite meeting each other’s eyes. Imagine she was thinking something similar to me, and feeling both immensely grateful and also somewhat shocked that we had actually succeeded. As I pulled my pants up, I was pleased to see that my cock was still as large as it had been for the past week and a half. I had to wonder if it would just go back to the way it was someday, maybe later that day, but it didn’t matter. I was just happy to be alive.