Offering to the Witch [Fertile Seraph + Reydan]

[Fertile Seraph]

The time had come. Her voice had boomed from the sky, announcing that it was time for her offering. The year before, the people of the town had hesitated...and her minions kidnapped nearly a dozen women before they finally gave in and sent their offering in exchange for the captives. This year, none had any intention of defying the Witch.

A pair of guards escorted this year's offering, a young woman from the town, to the rusted gates of the Witch's manor. Without a touch, the gates swung open. The guards shoved the woman through the entrance, the gates closing in an instant once she was through. There was no escape from the courtyard of the manor.

The ancient manor's age had weathered its stony walls and roof, and yet it was still an elegant if haunting structure. Shadowy figures seem to appear in the windows for an instant before vanishing. Before the woman, the manor's doors opened, as if inviting her in. Within the manor's entrance hall, an odd presence lingered in the air. The moment the woman gathered the courage to cross through the threshold...her fear and anxiety would start to melt away, even in the ominous darkness.

In that darkness, the Witch waited for her offering to come to her.

 

[Reydan]

Remy stood, shivering, running her hands over her lower arms as she watched the doors swing open.

The brunette, a petite yet curvy girl of twenty, had been chosen to be this year's victim. An offering to appease the Witch whose voice had shuddered the sky above the village.

She sighed. She should have expected this. Her family's star had been on the decline. A few years ago, her parents' ancestral manor, on the other side of the village, had fallen to a marauding band of orcs. Forced to flee, family dead, into the village, Remy had been living off friends and connections for the past year. But, as tensions had risen, she had found no-one willing to stand up for her when a young female sacrifice was required.

She blew out her cheeks, trying to suppress the terrible panic in her heart, and stepped gingerly into the dark interior of the manor.

Her feet rung on the dusty flagstones and, for some strange reason, she felt a little better. A little more...at ease. She exhaled again. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad....whatever stories she had heard.

"H...H..hello?" she called out, her mind racing with thoughts of the shadowy figures rumored to lurk in the recesses of the windows.

 

[Fertile Seraph]

No answer would come at first. Then, in the darkness, the sound of fingers snapping came.

Candles on each side of the hall flickered into life, burning with a pink flame, illuminating the cold marble interior of the manor. With each one that lit from nowhere, the aura in the air changed, bringing in a feeling of comfort, of warmth...in her heart, and subtly in her crotch.

When the last candles lit, their light shone upon the mistress of the manor. She stood there, a beatific smile upon her lips. Her skin was flawless, from head to toe—not an inch of her skin was covered by clothing. Rather, her long black hair was wound around her body, crossing over her chest to cover her breasts and tucking between her legs to conceal her crotch...though doing little to hide the unladylike bulge there.

"Welcome," she said, taking a step forward. With her visible, the aura in the air shifted again, flooding out any apprehensive thoughts from Remy's mind. It wasn't nearly subtle enough for her influence to not be obvious, but that likely wouldn't occur in the presence of such a beautiful, wonderful...utterly sexy woman. "I am Miralda. Tell me your name, young woman."

 

[Reydan]

Relaxation seemed to wash over Remy like a wave, warm feelings flushing through her body. She found herself grinning, just a little bit, as she stepped closer.

The lights came on with a shock, candles flaring into life, and she gasped.

A woman sat before her, completely nude from head to toe, but wound around in a black material that, on closer inspection, was actually her hair. A perfect bosom was matched by a strange bulge in her crotch that, instead of repulsing Remy, somehow made her more curious.

As the woman spoke, introducing herself, all doubt was washed from Remy's mind. Suddenly she felt, with amazing clarity, that she was where she needed to be. Where she wanted to be. And, as the woman spoke, the stories and hushed rumors of the place rushed to her mind. The stories of monsters and of screams of pleasure. Of reproduction and control.

"Thank you Miralda" she said softly "I'm Remy. Your tribute this year. And I..." she bit her lip, but couldn't hold it in anymore. The feeling was too strong. "And I think I want to be your slut" Remy finished.

She stepped forward, flushed but eager, and slowly peeled her dress up and over her head, dropping it to the floor and leaving herself standing in only her panties.

 

[Fertile Seraph]

Miralda watched the girl undress before her. So eager...this one would be excellent. But of course, all of her offerings saw the light, realized how wonderful it would be to serve their new mistress.

Chuckling, Miralda said, "I like a woman who can admit what she wants, what her body wants." Another cold, playful laugh escaped the witch. "You want to be my slut, I see...so happy to bare yourself to me, to allow me to judge you. A fine specimen, I suppose, but that can be changed." She took a step forward. "Very well, Remy. I will allow you to be my slut."

Placing one hand on her hip, Miralda closed her eyes. Her hair unwound from her body, hanging loose behind her back, nearly reaching the floor. Her plump breasts were now exposed...along with a nine-inch cock that stood erect just above her pussy, dripping with beads of precum.

Watching her new servant's reaction to her bared body, Miralda said in a firm tone, "Kneel before me. Swear yourself to serve your new mistress, Miralda. Swear yourself to be...her slut. My slut. Now." Her smile was absolutely wicked at this point, but so deeply under her spell, Remy wouldn't be able to have second thoughts about the witch.

 

[Reydan]

Remy shivered as the witch appeared from the dark before her. It was strange to hear her forbidden desires echoed back at her across that large dark room, but the words seemed somehow to burn into her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Her breathing became a little more ragged, her pert little chest heaving up and down in the cool air.

As Miralda's hair unraveled, Remy gasped. The witch was beautiful, easily the most erotic thing she had ever seen. Large, plump, breasts hung, tight and firm, on her chest. But it was what below was what really shocked. A thick cock, dripping with arousal, jutted out above the witch's cunt. Remy could hardly tear her eyes from it.

Gulping, Remy sank to her knees without a second thought. She looked up, the outline of the massive cock huge above her face. "I swear" she said in a small voice, shaking with desire, "I swear to be your slut Mistress Miralda. Do whatever you want with me."

Suddenly, surrendering seemed to be the most perfect solution to all her problems. All anxieties and concerns were flushed from Remy in an instant and she smiled coyly. Her pussy was dripping with arousal, staining her little panties, and she was suddenly aware that she was unlikely to remain a virgin for long.

 

[Fertile Seraph]

Miralda could smell the lust off of the girl before her. Remy was truly captivated by her aura. Sex was just about the only thing on her mind. She was truly willing to be her mistress's slut.

Drawing just a little closer, Miralda rubbed the tip of her cock over Remy's lips, staining them with her precum. Its taste would be like the taste of lust itself, something she knew Remy had no need of. "Remy," Miralda said softly, "your Mistress wishes to grant you her blessing. Will you accept her blessing? She'll provide you with untold pleasure and bliss, but first...you must give her pleasure first. Prove your service to me, dear Remy. Open up...and enjoy me as much as I will enjoy you."

 

[Reydan]

She did not have to be asked twice. The minute that cock touched her lips the precum had tingled and burned, a light but insistent sensation, causing Remy's stomach to flip and churn.

She nodded at the question, wondering what the blessing would be, and opened her mouth. A small part of the rational Remy screamed at her from deep inside her mind, but this seemed nothing more than a tiny little whisper. More and more she just wanted to please Miralda. Be wrapped up in the sensations of fucking her.

As she opened her lips the cock slipped deeper into her. It filled her mouth, stretching her lips, its smooth length pulsating against her tongue. Remy gulped, running her tongue along the base of the cock, and tried to go further. Planting her hands on her knees she leaned forward, still kneeling, and tried to work the shaft a little further down her throat.

All the time her eyes, full of lust and adoration, never left the dark orbs of the witch.

 

[Fertile Seraph]

Moans escaped Miralda's lips as Remy heeded her order, taking the witch's cock into her mouth. The girl was eager to please, though inexperienced, and Miralda stroked her hair lovingly as she felt her shaft slide deeper into the girl. Miralda started to thrust ever so gently, helping her cock make its way into Remy's mouth little by little.

Her slut was so eager to please...

The witch's breathing grew higher, rather quickly; she had been quite excited even before Remy had bowed before her. She pulled her cock back, until only a few inches were in the girl's mouth. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened with silence, and her body started to shake. With a sudden howl, Miralda held onto Remy's head as she climaxed.

Warm fluid squirted from her pussy all over the floor, and warm seed flooded into Remy's mouth. It bore a wondrous taste, a taste that could only be described as pure lust, a taste that flooded Remy's entire body with warmth—especially her pussy, bringing her sex into orgasmic bliss. Even under her own scents, Miralda smiled at the scent of Remy's pussy, thinking of how much she'd enjoy using this girl...

"Good job," she said gently, pulling her cock from Remy's mouth. "How do you feel now? Wouldn't you like to feel it inside of you, bringing you pleasure again and again? Is my lovely, loving slut ready to serve me and my minions for the rest of her life?" Miralda knelt before Remy, looking into her eyes until Remy gave the answer Miralda knew she would speak.

 

[Reydan]

Remy could feel the unholy shaft pulse in her mouth, but it simply made her mouth water and her hot little tongue and plump lips work faster. She was panting now, working her head as the witch began to stroke her hair and thrust into her hair.

Her pussy was soaking wet. She realised, in the back of her mind, that she must have climaxed several times already, as her panties were sodden. She slipped a quivering finger into the hot flesh, playing with her tight little pussy as she bobbed her head on Miralda's cock.

Then the witch came. It was bliss, pure white and hot, rolling through her mind as the ejaculate splashed into her mouth. It tasted divine, like nothing she had ever tasted before, and now she was burning for more. She pulled back, rolling the last of the cum in her open mouth, allowing the witch to watch her as she slowly swallowed the cum.

Kneeling before the witch she looked up at her with addicted eyes. "Yes Mistress" she panted, chest heaving in arousal, "Please. Please let me serve you and your minions as a slut". She bit her lip, thinking about not just the cock before her but the possibilities of sex with the fabled creatures the fearful villagers whispered the witch possessed in her run-down mansion.

 

[Fertile Seraph]

Miralda bore a wicked smile, knowing that this hapless girl would never be able to rebel against her. How would she enjoy what her minions would have in store for her, the purpose of her "blessing"? That would come in time, though...

"Good girl," Miralda said to Remy. "I'm sure you're eager to experience my cock somewhere else, but that will have to wait until the morning. I have...affairs to see to. Until then, Lilia will see you to your room. Ah...there she is."

Behind Remy came a lamia, her long red-scaled snake-like body slithering along the floor. Her upper body looked like any normal woman's, with a beautiful face, long flowing black hair, and a pair of plump breasts that rivalled the witch's own. Not an inch of clothing covered the lamia's body, leaving her moist slit exposed right above where flesh turned to scales.

"Greetings," Lilia said with a small bow. "It is a pleasure to meet new guests of the Mistress. Please, come this way..." She drew close to Remy, stroking the side of her face lovingly, before making her way to a door on the side of the hall, waiting for Remy to follow.

 

[Reydan]

Remy's face fell a little as her new Mistress dismissed her. She was right, she wanted that shaft. Her pussy was dripping wet, her panties completely soaked with her arousal, but she was being sent to her room. She would have to wait until morning.

She followed the lamia, watching the hypnotic patterns of the snake's skin move and shift in the half-light of the mansion. The woman was, indeed, very attractive and Remy's eyes were drawn to that slick pink slit. But her pussy ached for being opened up. Stretched and broken. And it didn't look like Lilia possessed her mistress' endowed gift for that to happen.

"Thank you" Remy bobbed her head, following to the door and leaning into the stroking hand as they set off. But her mind, already seeped in the corruption of this place, was whirring.

What if she slipped away? Surely her Mistress would not punish her new slut for prowling the corridors, begging for cock, trying to find a minion to plow her. Remy's knees were almost weak at the thought of being railed deep and hard.

"Uhh....thank you....and....uh....good night Lilia!" she said simperingly, desperate to shift the lamia so that she could begin her hunt. She clung to the edge of the door, chewing on her lip as she watched the snake woman. She was beautiful, and sensual, but Remy didn't need that right now. She needed rough, hard, and hung.