Witch Corp #1

I'm super excited about this one! I kept thinking to myself about creating a fantasy world but in modern times. Of course, all the characters are running around fucking one another like some sort of sexual smorgasbord. All sorts of devious goodies is inside this murder-mystery erotica. So far, it seems like a lot of you are already enjoying it. This makes me so happy! ^_^ I'm sorry about the delay in getting this put up for your to enjoy. Like the majority of my covers, here is the NSFW version!

  

Chapter 1 - Abduction

             Misty had been working late.

Her corporate job was incredibly demanding. There were so many expectations on her, she found herself giving more and more to the company and very little to herself. 

             She sighed as she watched the other pedestrians pass her by on the street. There was elf with his face buried into his cell phone, a sprite fluttering across the street before the light turned green, an orc walking his dog, and a few nymphs chatting about the latest fashions. Despite the hustle and bustle, it was night, which is when the darker elements of society wandered the city.

             Misty looked at her watch, it was 8:40 p.m. Shit! I’m going to be late!

             She was supposed to have dinner with her boyfriend, Ralphie, who she had only started dating a few months ago. With a quick flip of her fingers on her cell phone, she was able to pull open an app to summon a vehicle to pick her up. It was Friday, and she knew that getting a car to pick her up was going to be difficult. However, it showed that there was going to be a car available in the next 5 minutes just a couple blocks away, but in order for her to get there on time she’d have to cut through an alley.

             Misty wasn’t worried about the riff raff. This was a fairly crime free area of the city, and besides, no one would mess with her. She worked at Witch Corp.

             She hurried in her high heels and pencil skirt across the street, avoiding the oncoming vehicles as if she had done this several times before. A vehicle who was plenty of distance away still felt annoyed by not waiting for the cross walk to turn and honked at her. Misty flashed him a smile as well as the middle finger before she carried on her way.

             The alley was as dark as alley’s tended to be, with a single overhead florescent burning a spotlight over a metal sidedoor that had no handle to enter. There was a niche off to the side that split from the main alley like a t-section and was shrouded in darkness. It wasn’t that far to the other end. She grabbed her white crystal pendant from her neck and rubbed her fingers over it. It would protect her and had been a special kind of luck charm passed down generation to generation in her family.

             Her high heels clicked on the concrete as she hurriedly made her way to the other end. She was wary of the shadowy niche, as it would be the best place for an assailant to hide. She could feel her hairs raising on the back of her neck and, for a moment, she felt like something was breathing from inside the alcove. As she was about to pass by, she heard a shoe scuff.

             Without hesitation, she traced a glyph in the air and muttered a quick incantation, a spell she had saved up and held in reserve for this very thing. A ball of searing hot plasma erupted from her finger tips and was tossed into the darkness of the niche. The spell streaked down the alley, as bolts of white lightning spewed from the ball of plasma and cracked against multiple surfaces as the ball traveled until it struck a dead-end brick wall.

             There was no one there.

             She huffed partially out of disappointment, and partially from surprise. Usually her instincts were pretty spot on. She paused momentarily, cursing that she had wasted a perfectly good spell, until she was blasted by an enveloping magical force that rippled across her like several dizzying waves. Misty felt the blackness of the niche pour into her eyes, flooding them from all sides. There was a feeling of drifting and then a fall. Then nothing.



             Misty was floating for a long time, but when she came to, she was no longer in the alleyway trying to catch a taxi. She was in a room, barely lit by a light in each of the corners. The walls were made of a faux stonework that created the false appearance that she was underground in some sort of dungeon. However, Misty had seen her fair shares of dungeons and this one, by far, was amateurish.

             She felt the crisp air against her skin, and she realized that she had been stripped completely bare. When Misty tried to move, her body struggled against several leather straps that bound her to a wooden bench. Her arms were outstretched to the side, bound, and her fingers tied in a witch’s knot to prevent spell casting. She know longer felt the weight of her pendant and she felt the rise of her heartbeat and the trepidation of fear as it nuzzled its way through her veins.

             A deep bass, one belonging to the darkest of chasms, drew up from behind her like a spirit from an abandoned well. “There’s no use struggling. I’ve taken every precaution.”

             She felt a large hand, one filled with rough calluses yet unyielding to her skin, grab her ass and squeeze. Her ass stuck out over the bench, and her legs dangled from it, unable to touch the ground. Misty tried pointing her feet, but she still could not find the floor.

             As she tried to speak in protest, she realized her mouth was spread open by an O-ring which was attached to a leather harness which suddenly made her aware of how widely her mouth was open. Her words came out in a jumble of incomprehensible noises as her tongue failed to produce a suitable syllable.

             The individual behind her moved away from her ass and brought himself towards the front. The sound of hooves was well apparent against her ears and in her peripheral she caught the sight of a brown hide, massive muscles, a long legs – confirming to her that whoever had kidnapped her was a centaur. While the creature kept a casual pace coming towards the front, it felt as if time had slowed down as she caught the tip of his fully erect cock passing by. It was as thick as a baseball bat and at least twenty-seven or more inches long. Her eyes widened as she realized that this beast intended on fucking her and there wasn’t anything that she could do to stop him.

             The light caused his features to be extremely shadowed, so it was difficult to make out his face, especially since her head was perfectly aligned with his underside.

             “I’ve been watching you. Desired you. And now, you’re mine.” He claimed as he straddled the bench she was strapped to, with the head of his thick member easing closer towards her head. “Us centaurs used to be worshipped by followers of Dionysus. The priestesses would willfully give themselves to us freely and our kind would fuck your kind’s tight cunts.”

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Pumpkin Hearts, I - Too Familiar

Hey Pervs!

I have been really getting into the Halloween spirit and wanted to write something that was themed to that.  You know me, we all can't have a good story without it having to do with someone being impregnated.  I've included a sample of it below and if you like it, you can always show me some love by buying the whole thing, or maybe some of my other stories as well. 

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“Pumpkin Hearts, I – Too Familiar

She opened her eyes to her bedroom filled with a thick smoke that hung about the place like a hangman’s noose.  “What went wrong?” She asked herself after coughing a few times. 

The spell had backfired and pushed her onto her back.  She must have hit her head as she fell unconscious.  She had no idea how long she had been out.  She tried to lift herself off the ground but she couldn’t budge.  Her arms were pulled above her head and a black tendril had wrapped itself around her wrists and pulled them tightly to a pool of black liquid that stretched out across the floor behind her. 

She heard a snap of someone’s fingers and her legs were pulled apart by some tremendous force.  She tried to squirm but the magic that held her was powerful.

“Release me! I, Calpurnia Inkveld, demand you release me at once!” She commanded with agrivation.

The candles that had been extinguished by the spell’s backlash suddenly ignited with an eerie green flame.  From the illumination, she was able to make out a shadow in the smoke of her room.  It was thin around the waist, with long arms and legs.  Its fingers were long like a spider’s legs and its head was topped with horns that curled back and then up.  It stalked closer to her and the smoke parted, revealing its crimson skin, luscious breasts and long girthy cock that dripped with cum.  The creature’s eyes flashed with a green light.  “Scream as loud as you like, it is like music to my ears.  No one will be able to hear you but me.”

  

Calpurnia adjusted her corset which pushed up her C-cup breasts so that her cleavage was far more apparent.  She wore a short black skirt that came to the midpoint of her thighs and had some cute black lace underwear that showed off her plump ass.  She enjoyed admiring herself in the mirror, especially with her hourglass frame that drove all the other witches mad with lust.  She had considered casting a few alluring spells on her to see how far she could press the envelope before someone raced to rip her clothes off, but she was too afraid of what the grand witch would do to her.  She had heard some pretty seething tales about witches who used their magic against other witches which included some fairly black tentacles from a beast from one of the deeper planes.  She cringed just thinking of such a foul abomination using her like some cheap fuck doll to lay its eggs in. 

She pursed her lips at the mirror in front of her to show off her purple lipstick and eye shadow that she had only put on not but a few moments ago.  She pulled back her shoulder length straight black hair and shifted the brim on her witch hat. 

“I have to look amazing when summoning my familiar, and from what I can see, you look smoking hot.”  She told herself in the mirror.  Satisfied with her appearance, she slipped on her boots with the curled tips to them simply for aesthetic purposes.  They made her look incredibly sexy but at the same time they were absolutely worthless when it came to practical purposes.  She used to joke with her fellow witches that these were the “I hope I’m not chased shoes”. 

Calpurnia turned back to the candles that encircled her pentagram and sigils she had drawn in crow’s blood on the floor of her bedroom.  The wax was dripping down the lengths of their shafts and it made her think about this well-endowed warlock she had met during the summer intensive at Misty Lake Retreat.  She was still in the first few chapters of her “Introduction to Hexes” textbook.  She had placed a spell on him, quite half-cocked that it caused his to grow to such proportions that it made him drip pre-cum for nearly half the day. 

Tonight, however, she was attempting something far more advanced.  A lot of other witches were content with common familiars such as a toad, a cat or maybe even a rabbit – but Calpurnia knew that she deserved better.  She came from pure blood witches and had a strong legacy to uphold.  After spending some time in the forbidden section of her library, or as her Auntie used to put it, the “Spells unfit for common rabble” section.  She knew that finding the right familiar would only benefit her in the long term.  There was one particular familiar summoning spell that she was fond of, which was summoning a demon from one of the dark hells.  Once bound to her, it would be her slave and do her bidding.  It was far more intelligent, and held far more magical power than the other familiars.  She knew this had to be one!

She laid the book next to her and thumbed through the pages until it reached the chanting portion of it.  Calpurnia had already set out all the other spell components that she needed in order to make this work.  She clapped her hands together three times and tossed a pinch of volcanic ash into the center of the circle.

“Dor’ah-tor-le ah comebra eskew!”  She chanted as she grabbed a chicken’s egg from a nearby basket and broke it into a bowl.  She then took her ceremonial dagger that her mother had gifted to her on her first day at Pumpkin Hearts School for Witches, and sliced open her hand.   She allowed the sanguine fluid to drip off her palm and splatter onto the egg.  With a few additional chants, her blood began to glow a crimson color before she reached across the pentagram on the floor and poured the contents overtop the volcanic ash. 

As soon as the components touched, there was an explosion of smoke.  The pentagram burst into a hellish flame and a force, as if all of time and space had been torn asunder, knocked her to the ground.  Her head hit the floor with tremendous impact and all went black. 

She opened her eyes to her bedroom filled with a thick smoke that hung about the place like a hangman’s noose.  “What went wrong?” She asked herself after coughing a few times. 

The spell had backfired and pushed her onto her back.  She must have hit her head as she fell unconscious.  She had no idea how long she had been out.  She tried to lift herself off the ground but she couldn’t budge.  Her arms were pulled above her head and a black tendril had wrapped itself around her wrists and pulled them tightly to a pool of black liquid that stretched out across the floor behind her.  

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