GPCiMW Chapter 9

For the second time in as many days I woke up to the sensation of lips wrapped around my cock as Daphne’s tongue lavished my cockhead with attention. It really was the best way to wake up; much better than the horrible, panic-inducing beeping of the alarm clock in my tiny apartment.

Opening my eyes, I found Daphne much the way I’d seen her when I’d gone to sleep. Namely, on her knees diligently working at my shaft in her almost-complete ponygirl uniform. After all, how was she to wake me up with a morning blowjob if I left her gagged with no way to remove it?

It really was a very fetching uniform, and Daphne simply filled it out perfectly. I particularly appreciated the way the black leather straps framed her breasts, drawing the eye to them as they bounced up and down in time with the bobbing of her head. The ponytail was rather nice too, though I think I preferred it when her silvery hair was free to cascade down her back and shoulders.

Grace shifted slightly and I turned to look at my second witch. Much like Daphne, I’d dressed her in most of her ponygirl uniform before turning in for the night. For the sake of fairness I’d allowed her to choose one piece of the uniform to skip out on for the night.

I had been very pleased when she softly told me that would prefer to wear the complete uniform so that she could more swiftly become accustomed to it as she had no outstanding duties that required her to not wear a portion of the uniform. So pleased in fact that I’d brought her to bed with me instead of sending her to the coven room for the night.

Grace shifted slightly again and I idly pulled her in against me, the clapperless bells dangling from her nipples clicking softly against one another. “Good morning pet,” I whispered softly, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Did you sleep well?”

Grace’s head twitched slightly, which was about the extent of what it could do, what with the enchanted posture collar around her neck, and I interpreted the movement as a nod. “Good. We have a long day ahead of us. Classes start tomorrow and I’d like to make sure you’re ready to do some self study while I’m gone.

Grace ‘nodded’ again and I shifted my attention away from her and back to the beautiful witch giving me head. Sitting up slightly, I waited for Daphne to take my whole cock in her mouth. When I could feel her lips wrapped around the very base of my shaft and her nose brushing my pelvis, I took a firm hold of her ponytail and held her fast in place when she tried to move up.

Daphne’s eyes met mine and I smiled brightly back at her. Daphne rolled her eyes and then did her best to redouble her efforts as much as she could with no use of her hands nor the ability to move her head.

I finished in her mouth and Daphne eagerly slurped down every drop I could give her. I’d heard that bound witches found the cum of their coven lords absolutely delicious, but seeing the way it made Daphne’s eyes light up was very gratifying.

I could practically feel the delighted joy radiating off Daphne. Though, considering the…lacking flavor of her usual food, it wasn’t really hard to imagine anything even slightly better being a huge treat. She’d certainly been absolutely overjoyed by the tiny dessert I’d saved for her.

Once she was done I roughly pulled her up off my cock and closer towards me. I planted a gentle kiss on her forehead and then let her drop on top of me. Her breasts pressed into my chest and I slid an arm between her back and her bound arms, pulling her tightly against me as she nuzzled my neck.

Gathering my focus, I reached within myself and found one of the few imprints I’d formed on the very edges of my spirit. The time-telling spell rose to the forefront of my mind and I carefully reinforced the hazy outline of the spell, then filled it in with my will and a single spark of mana.

Seven-thirty-nine, the spell told me, the knowledge appearing at the edges of my mind as the spell resolved. It was almost effortless and I couldn’t help but laugh in delight. I still wasn’t used to the sheer power I could feel humming beneath the surface of my skin and I wasn’t sure I ever would be.

Daphne raised her head to stare at me quizzically and I gently patted her on the head. “It's nothing. I think it really is time to get up, though.”

Pushing Daphne off me, I sat up and clambered out of bed. First things first, Grace and Daphne. I started with my first witch, rolling her onto her stomach to give me easy access to her arm binder. Channeling a tiny bit of mana into my hand, I placed my fingers in the correct spots on the smooth leather and commanded the uniform to release.

The leather split along an invisible seam and straps detached from the rest of her uniform. With nothing holding it in place any longer, I easily slid the sleeve down and dropped it on the bed beside her. Daphne groaned in contentment as her tensed shoulders dropped and her arms sagged down onto the sheets on either side of her. One by one her fingers clenched into a fist, then unclenched as she worked the muscles in hands and arms.

I left her to it as I swiftly removed her collar, corset, and all the other parts of the ponywitch uniform one by one. Each piece needed just a tiny touch of my mana and an exertion of will before it released. The heavily enchanted leather was specifically designed to be both easy to put on and take off, though I knew that it would refuse to budge if any wizard but me tried to do so.

A minute later I was left with a small heap of leather and rubber that barely resembled the completed uniform it had come from. Daphne lay limply on the bed, her butt up in the air from when I’d removed her plugs.

Were she a mundane woman, it would take hours, plus a good massage and thorough stretching, for her body to relax after the strain the uniform had put it through. Witches however were much hardier than that, and their bodies easily adapted to all sorts of intense physical exertions and damage. She would be completely recovered soon and the next time I put her in the uniform it would be much easier on her body.

With a parting swat on the backside, I left her to recuperate and repeated the procedure with Grace. She too seemed rather relieved to be out of the uniform, though in her case it seemed the gag was the piece she was most happy to be free of. Judging from the way she was slowly working her stiff jaw, I might need to have her and Daphne trade places some nights to ensure my first witch could properly get used to having her mouth stretched open for hours at a time.

“That’s enough lazing around now,” I said sharply once I was done, “Up! Go eat and get washed up. Daphne, you have fifteen minutes to be ready to go. I need to take a quick shower myself and then we’re heading down to breakfast.”

Both witches hurried to obey. Daphne stumbled as she dropped onto the floor, her feet struggling to hold her weight. After a moment she managed to stand up using the bed frame for support and hobbled towards the coven room. Grace didn’t even bother trying to get her legs under her, instead simply crawling the few steps between my bed and the door.

I watched them go, then went to get ready myself. As much as I would like to take another long, steamy shower with my witches, that would unfortunately take too much time. I could save that until after our training session this afternoon.

Perhaps I could pitch it as a reward for good behavior or hard work. I knew that the cleaning stalls Aglakok provided for witches used water that was somewhere between cold and barely lukewarm and even discounting that, the automated scrubbers were both painfully thorough and not particularly gentle.

Daphne and I made it down to the great hall a little before eight-thirty. The room was emptier than it had been the day before and the long table at the back of the room was gone today, replaced by yet more small circular tables.

I was looking around for a table when Teveus and Kazuma walked into the hall together trailed by their witches. Kazuma spotted me nearly immediately and I walked over to join them.

“Hey Sev!” Kazuma called out cheerfully, “Nice to see you! Sorry about dinner, it sucks that all the tables here only seat four.”

I waved him off, “It's fine, don’t worry about it.” When I’d come down for dinner the night before, Kazuma, Teveus, and Wyll––the boy who’d run into Kazuma’s witch––were sitting together with some third year student taking up the final spot at their table.

Teveus, who had been scanning the room as I approached, frowned. “There does not appear to be a table open with three spots.”

“Lets just grab some food and maybe a table will open up,” Kazuma suggested. Gesturing to the half-dozen witches hovering near the buffet table as their wizards loaded up their plates he continued, “looks like a few people are doing it.”

“Good idea. I’m starving”

Kazuma laughed, “Aye, me too! Lots of hard, sweaty work this morning if you know what I mean. As they say, big things should always come in small packages!” He meaningfully patted his diminutive witch on the head.

Teveus groaned loudly. “Let’s just go get some food.” He turned to me and loudly whispered, “Can you believe that I willingly spent half my Saturday with this idiot? And we have like, two-thirds of our classes together to boot!”

“My condolences,” I joked.

Kazuma dramatically slapped his hand against his chest and looked up towards the ceiling. “I have been betrayed! Ruined! Damned by my own friends!”

“Food,” I reminded.

He immediately dropped the act. “You’re right! Food! Glorious, wonderful food!”

Once we all had our plates we went looking for a free table. Thankfully, one had opened up while we’d been busy. A second year sat alone slouched over his plate in one of the far corners of the room.

We hurried over the table before someone else could claim it. “Aye, mind if we join you?” Kazuma called out as we approached.

The second year didn’t even bother looking up from his plate. “Go for it,” he mumbled half-heartedly.

We took our seats and I summoned a pillow for Daphne, who seemed rather relieved to get off her feet.

“We appreciate it,” Kazuma began once he was seated, “there are not too many open spots this morning. I’m Kazuma, Kazuma Kalari and these two are Severin Victus and Teveus Tastrum.”

The wizard finally looked up as Kazuma introduced us and my eyes widened in surprise. “Delflora Delmina,” she, for the person looking back at me was unmistakably a woman, said. “Yes, I’m a student. Yes, I know I have tits. Now kindly let me eat my breakfast in peace.”

Then she went back to her food, slowly and methodically reducing what had once been a brussel sprout to a fine green paste with her fork. I exchanged looks with Teveus and Kazuma, who both looked just as surprised as I felt. The fuck?

Delflora Delmina seemed happy to ignore me as I looked at her curiously. She was certainly right, she very much did have tits. Quite large ones in fact that required her to leave several buttons open on her blue button down.

I was…confused, to say the least. Delflora Delmina certainly looked the part of a proper wizard. There was a witch kneeling beside her, lean and muscular with dark hair and dark skin wearing an Aglakok-issued collar and a bright-red ballgag. Furthermore, I could feel the bond between them, just like I could feel the bonds between Teveus, Kazuma, and their respective witches.

Delflora meanwhile was uncollared and was wearing a standard second-year uniform. However…well, she clearly didn’t look like a wizard. Beneath the uniform I could see her obvious curves, she had no Adam's apple, her facial features were rather feminine, Delflora didn’t sound like a wizard’s name, and her voice was certainly not that of a man either.

Also there were the tits. Now that I was sitting beside her they were…hard to miss. Clearly whatever circumstances had resulted in what was clearly a witch attending Aglakok as a wizard had not given her any ground to modify her uniform and well, it really wasn’t meant for someone with a body like hers. The academy’s dress code was rather strict and did not include something like the undergarments mundane women wore, leaving them rather exposed to say the least.

While I was still trying to figure out what exactly I was looking out, Teveus was the first to break the silence. “Uhh,” he began, only for Delflora to sigh heavily and cut him off.

“My mother was supposed to have twins, a witch and a wizard, but there was an accident and I was the only baby to be born. A witch’s body housing the soul of both a wizard and a witch.”

She sighed again and continued with the voice of someone who had told the same story a thousand times. “Per the decree of High Lord Myrddin Wyllt, a wizard remains a wizard no matter what form they may choose to take. So if you touch me, I have full legal right to touch you back.” She viciously stabbed another brussel sprout with her fork. “With an axe.”

She took a deep breath, then sighed a third time. “There. Happy? Don’t care. Fuck off.”

Kazuma waited for a moment to see if she was going to say anything else, then leaned over towards her. “So if you’ve got a witch’s equipment, how’d you––”

Delflora’s eyes flashed and a faint wave of pressure rolled over the three of us.

“Right, fucking off.”

I managed to hold back my curiosity. I doubted asking her anything now would get me anywhere, she hadn’t looked particularly cheerful when we’d sat down and looked nearly murderous now.

Still, I was very curious about the specifics of her (his? their maybe?) situation. She’d mentioned that she had been born with the souls of both a witch and a wizard, which sounded absolutely fascinating. How had the ancient compact interacted with such an anomaly? Was her witch’s soul considered to be bound to her wizarding one? Was it possible to bind her as a coven member regardless? If she had been born with one of the innate abilities that some witches possessed, would she still be able to use it properly?

It was certainly a fascinating case to consider. Depending on some of her answers, and whether her situation could be replicated artificially, it raised some very interesting possibilities. Wizards born with fifteen or more times their natural magnitude, coven-members with the full casting ability of a trained wizard and the innate loyalty and submission of a witch, or perhaps even a way to exceed the limits on how many coven-members a single wizard could bind.

The four of us ate in silence until Delflora abruptly stood up, nodded to the three of us, and marched away accompanied by her witch. Kazuma barely waited until she was out of earshot to speak up. “Damn, I didn’t know such a thing was possible.”

Teveus slowly shook his head. “Neither did I.”

“Me neither.”

“The things you learn.” Teveus clicked his tongue, “Well, I guess that’s why we’re here, right? To learn.”

“Fuck witches, learn magic, get more witches, repeat!”

Teveus rolled his eyes, but there was a smile on his face. “Something like that, yes.”

“Well, if the High Lords say she’s a wizard, then she’s a wizard.” I thought about the many ideas now spinning through my head. Unfortunately I doubted I’d ever be able to realize most of them, particularly without the ability to study Delflora’s abilities in depth. If she was a witch, that would have simply been a matter of getting her for my coven or paying her lord for access. As it was, I doubted I’d ever get the opportunity “Shame.”

Kazuma laughed and made a cupping motion over his chest. “True that! It's a real shame!”

Not quite what I meant, but I couldn’t deny that she easily had Daphne and even Kazuma’s insanely busty witch beaten in that department. Still, there was no point dwelling on it now. “So who’s excited for classes to start tomorrow?” I asked to change the subject. “We’ve all got Essential Principles of Spellcasting together, right?”