Witch Novels & Stories

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Grief stricken that I have to go. Braxton puts his arm around me and holds me close, his face in my hair. He holds me like that for a long moment, breathing me in as I inhale the scents of the garden around us. A butterfly whispers by on a breeze, it’s blue and black wings catching the sunlight and giving it a twinkle. A few more in various sizes and colors follow. To be that free, like the butterflies or the birds, to take off and fly wherever I want… any time I want… wouldn’t that be heavenly?

“And can you experiment with different poses and fun stuff?” “Yes, we can perform missionary and standing. And cowgirl. And spooning. These aren't hetero-patented moves, y'all. We can even "flip-flop," which means you each get a turn penetrating in one or more of these positions.” Craig took a pause before playfully adding, “It might take a little more dexterity to pull them off, but, that's why all gay men are so jacked.”

He falters for a moment before shaking off the command. “You cannot command me. I have the powers of witchery on my side,” he says as he starts to dance around once again. He truly believes he has won. Deciding to take my chance, I shift into Max and let Max bounce forward after the rogue. Startling the rogue at first, he squeaks out a scream, before shifting into a formidable opponent.

How was I supposed to walk around with nothing under my skirt? A few minutes later the car stopped. I looked out the window and saw a tall building with big glass windows. We got out and walked inside. Henry pressed the button for the elevator. When it came we stepped in and he hit the number 13. The doors closed and the elevator moved up fast. Soon the doors opened again and we walked out into a quiet hallway. Henry led me to a door at the end. He punched in some numbers on the keypad and the door clicked open.

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“Wolf or no wolf. That’s why we’re doing this.” I didn’t reply. Kai slowed to a stop beside me, breathing steady even after the long run. “I believe in you, Aria. Wolf or no wolf. You’ve got more fight in you than you know.” I wiped sweat from my forehead and looked at him, heart doing this stupid little flip. I didn’t know if I was supposed to feel happy or not. Part of me wanted to smile and say thank you. The other part remembered every cruel word they’d thrown at me before. “Yeah… thanks,” I muttered, not sure what else to say.

I slipped and landed hard on the floor. Pain shot through my hips and waist, sharp and sudden. “Ow—!” “What kind of nonsense is this?” he snapped, clearly irritated. I tried to push myself up, but the pain hit again, worse this time. “Auch my waist…” I winced, clutching my side. “It hurts” His expression changed immediately. The irritation was replaced by concern. “Hey—hey, are you okay?” he asked, rushing toward me. “I—” I tried to sit up again, but failed. “I think I hurt my wai…”

When I finally ran out of desperate words, he steepled his fingers and studied me like a piece of meat on the cutting board. “I can give you the time off,” he said slowly. “Paid. Plus extra for the missed shifts. But nothing’s free anymore, little girl. You know that.” Relief and dread crashed into each other inside my chest. I nodded quickly. “Whatever you want. Just… please.” He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small black box. Inside was a sleek, teardrop-shaped silicone plug, slightly curved, with a flared base and a wireless remote beside it. It wasn’t huge, but it looked heavy. Sinister.

I hold in my hand Whispering Cock! With a flick of my thumb, I turned it on and a low, strong hum surged through its length. It had a built-in warmer, too. Had I tried it? No. Because if what I have in mind fails, this Bad Boy will be my consolation prize. Whispering Cock somehow managed to drown out the other noise. I didn’t hear it until it was too late.