Great Power Comes in Many Witches - Chapter 1

Hey everyone! This is the first chapter of my new story, currently titled 'Great Power Comes in Many Witches'. I'm not a huge fan of the name so please leave a comment if you have any better ideas as you start reading the story.

Going forward, this story is going to be updating on Tuesdays, but for this week I'm going to be posting three chapters today, one tomorrow, and one on Thursday to give everyone a taste of what the story is going to be like. Next week when I start posting this story for non-patrons, I will also be dropping another batch of chapters with the goal of having either 4 or 5 chapters posted on Patreon that are not publicly available.

Just as a heads up for everyone, this story is much more similar in tone/plot/story to WWDtS rather than LiFS. Its another magic school story, though this one is more like Harry Potter in the sense that it is a modern-day world with a hidden magical community. There is a lot less violence and murder than in WWDtS, but instead this story will also include considerably more explicit content than my other projects. Lewd acts and ideas are baked directly into the world building of the story so if that is something that makes you uncomfortable, this story may not be for you.

I stared blankly at the simple wooden door in front of me. I stood alone in a dimly lit stone hallway lined with neigh-identical doors, but my mind was a thousand miles away.

The other new students were long gone. We’d been dismissed from the opening ceremony nearly an hour ago and the others had all eagerly rushed to their assigned rooms, eyes aflame with lust and determination. We all knew what was waiting for us, but it seemed that I alone found myself not quite ready to see it for myself.

I had ended up taking the scenic route, slowly meandering from the great hall up the main stairs, through the hall of challenges, around the dueling arena, and only then finally making my way to the student tower and up far too many flights of stairs. I’d never been to Aglakok, but long nights spent studying my father’s journals and floating through his memories had seared this place into my mind long before I received my notice of admission.

I closed my eyes and remembered the graveyard, the loamy soil staining my knees, and the simple, unmarked headstone. “I’m doing it dad,” I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath, “For you. For the dream you never had a chance to fulfill. They’ll know your name. Our name. And they’ll never forget it. They’re going to regret what they did to you. I promise.”

I opened my eyes and took a deep breath. I was ready. Sixteen years of hard work had all led up to this moment. I had dad’s notes, every scrap of information he’d been able to buy, steal, or research before they killed him. I had mom’s heartstone, the last gift she’d been able to give me before her soul had finally given out four years ago. She’d worked so hard, fought for so long to be there for me, but there was only so much a single witch could manage with her coven-lord dead.

Destiny awaited me behind that door. According to the card I’d received earlier this afternoon, her name was Daphne. She was a magnitude-seventeen human witch with nine generations of witch ancestry, born and raised within the walls of Aglakok to one day join the coven of a young wizard. A young wizard like me.

She was five feet seven inches tall, had purple eyes, blonde hair, and apparently the two of us had a compatibility rating of ninety-seven point three. That was pretty high, not perfect of course, but the only way to get a perfect compatibility was to add your sisters or daughters to your coven and I didn’t have any of those. From what I understood it was honestly mind boggling to find such a high compatibility in someone you weren’t directly related to. Only the titanic scale of Aglakok’s breeding programs allowed them to find someone so suitable.

I pushed the door open, the wards already tuned to allow entry only to me, and no other wizard. My destiny was there waiting for me, kneeling on a small throw-rug beside my new bed. She’d clearly been there for a while, but despite the wait her form looked absolutely perfect. Display One, the traditional position for an unbound witch before a prospective wizard.

I stopped in the doorway, my mouth suddenly feeling rather dry as I drank in her appearance. The card didn’t do her justice at all. Her hair wasn’t just blonde, it was a lustrous and resplendent river of molten silver. Her eyes shone like tiny stars and the small, serene smile on her face made something inside me shiver with anticipation.

I’d seen a few naked women in my life, though mostly in illustrations, but this was somehow very different. This wasn’t just any naked woman after all. This was a naked witch. My naked witch. Well, soon to be mine anyway. Once some formalities had been observed.

She knelt with her knees spread ninety degrees apart and her hands folded behind her head, thrusting her bountiful chest out towards me. Rosy pink nipples crowned her milky-white breasts, the chilly air in my new room leaving them prominently erect. Her position left her pussy just barely open, her prominent outer lips concealing all but a tiny sliver of her core.

“Um, hi,” I stammered, the words I’d prepared ahead of time having completely fled my mind. “I’m, uh, Severin. Severin Victus. I’m a new wizard. Your, um, new coven lord I guess. It's nice to meet you?” I trailed off, my words fading until I doubted she’d actually heard most of my not-really-a-question question.

Daphne stared back at me, visibility unimpressed despite not having moved so much as an inch, maintaining the same small smile that had captured my attention when I’d first stepped into the room.

Damn it, that was terrible. Okay, let's try that again. It wasn’t like I was going to be spending the rest of my possibly very, very long life with this witch. Oh wait. I was. Fuck.

I cleared my throat and stepped fully into the room, letting the door close behind me. “I am Severin Victus, your new coven lord,” I stated firmly. There, a statement, not a speech, but better than my first attempt and it included all the important parts.

This time Daphne moved, bowing her head and folding her hands behind her back. “This humble witch is honored by your attention. I am unbound, untouched, and untainted.” Her voice was soft and smooth,  melodious even. The words were clearly well practiced, something she had spent long hours saying over and over again to get the inflections just right. I could almost taste the power in them, the air in the room suddenly prickling against my skin. “This one is called Daphne. It would be this worthless one’s privilege to serve, oh Coven Lord.”

Something deep inside me resonated with her words, ancient magic stirring. Even if I hadn’t known the correct response, I had a feeling the words would have found their way to my tongue. “Then come. I take you into my service. May you serve me forever in body and mind. May your strength become my strength. May you live as I live and die as I die.”

By the end, there was no mistaking the hum of power in the air. The entire room tasted like a thunderstorm had just swept through, tinged with the scent of ash and blood. Dad’s notebooks had mentioned this phenomenon, but there was a huge difference between reading about the touch of the ancient compact and actually experiencing it for yourself.

Daphne lifted her head and our eyes met, brilliant purple staring intently into pale blue. For a moment, I considered the idiocy of this situation. Here was a girl I didn’t know, who knew even less about me, and she was about to swear eternal loyalty and submission. Having spent most of my life growing up surrounded by Mundanes, this entire system seemed insane.

But well, that was just how it was. It was a system that went back literally thousands of years, mired in ancient magic, tradition, and necessity. Perhaps I did not fully agree with the utter marginalization of witches and other races, but ultimately I accepted my place within the system. Wizards and witches could not live apart; it was simply a fact of life. Without the binding, wizards withered and died while the powerful magic of witches ran wild.

I also understood why the first time wizard and witch met was the day of binding, with only magical resonance used to determine compatibility. It was very, very dangerous for unbound witches to mingle with young wizards. Both tended to have very poor self control and even worse control of their magic, which could easily lead to horrible accidents. A witch had to be a true virgin for the binding to take hold after all, and an unbound witch was unlikely to live to adulthood without her magic going out of control and killing her, and everyone near her, in a violent, messy explosion.

But it was still kind of stupid.

“So you say and so it shall be. May this witch be of service to you forevermore.”

I felt the first layer of the compact take hold, a gossamer thin strand wrapped around Daphne’s throat, binding her to me. The air in the room thrummed and some of the weight I could feel pressing down on my shoulders withdrew, though I could still very much feel the ancient compact’s magic bearing down on me. We weren’t done yet, even if the most formal part of the ceremony was over.

It was a fascinating experience. The ancient compact was quite possibly the most powerful piece of magic ever performed, an agreement between wizards, witches, and over a dozen near-human races enforced by impossibly powerful bindings over all our races. In the modern day no one really knew how it worked, or if they did, they weren’t sharing, but the fact that wizards had managed something so amazing in the days before the compact was nothing short of a miracle. A normal wizard without a coven had a magnitude of one, barely enough energy to boil a cup of water or make light with years of training. And yet, somehow, they’d done the impossible and created a magic that had lasted for more than five thousand years.

“So how do you want me?” Daphne asked suddenly. “I’d really prefer if you could do mouth, pussy, ass or at least pussy, mouth, ass. Cleaning spells or not, I don’t think I’m going to enjoy the taste of my own butthole. Of course ultimately it's up to you, oh coven lord.”

“Uh,” I stumbled, somewhat knocked off balance by the sudden question. That sure wasn’t what I expected for my first real interaction with my very first witch. The way she’d been talking before I… hadn’t expected such vulgarity, but perhaps it was to be expected. She’d grown up on a literal person-farm after all and had known all her life exactly what was waiting for her. “Yeah, sure. I can do uh, pussy, mouth, then ass. I want the full resonance from a proper triangle binding.”

“Oh good, so you’re not a total idiot,” she mumbled loudly, “could have fooled me.”

I tilted my head to the side and raised an eyebrow. This was, once again, not how I’d expected my first interaction with her to go. Weren’t witches here trained to be like, super obedient and submissive? “You know, I’ve heard theories that a proper ass, mouth, then pussy binding can help reinforce submissive behavior in unruly witches,” I began.

“Uh, on second thought you are clearly very smart and knowledgeable and didn’t keep me waiting on my knees for literally an entire hour longer than you needed to.” She leaned back and reached down to spread her pussy open with two fingers. “Look at that pretty, perfect pussy. It's so pink! So inviting! Don’t you just want to shove your big, thick, very manly penis right inside?” To punctuate her words, she thrust her crotch up towards me, which also had the secondary benefit of making her chest do some very distracting, eye-catching bouncing.

“You know, when you put it that way…”

She grinned up at me, her smile a mirror image of my own, and I suddenly felt like I understood why the two of us had such a high compatibility. Perhaps she wasn’t quite what I had been expecting, but I think I was falling in love with my new witch already.

“I have a lot of great ideas, but for now the only putting you should be doing is putting your huge schlong in my tiny, tight, virgin pussy.” She stuck out her tongue, then crawled forward several steps to begin tugging on my belt.

“Schlong? Really?”

She shrugged, her fingers nimbly working the button of my dress pants. “One of the master breeders brought in like ten-thousand hours of porn movies a few years ago to replace some of the old books and diagrams they used to use. He said they’re not all super accurate and everyone in them is a mundane, but they make the broodmothers happy and happy broodmothers means less complications and more sexy fuckmeat for Aglakok. That’s all they care about in the end, always more, more, more. It's never about us, only what we can do for them.”

She sounded rather…bitter, justifiably so from the sound of it, but I was surprised nonetheless. Daphne had been born in the breeding halls of Aglakok, grew up surrounded by no one but other witches like her and the staff, and should never have been allowed outside the bounds of the academy grounds. She shouldn’t know that any other sort of life existed other than the one she lived, and yet something in her voice told me otherwise.

“I’m a seer,” she told me abruptly, answering my unasked question. “Not a very good one, I mostly just see the present and the past, and it's all random, but I’ve Seen enough to know what else is out there. What sort of life I could have lived.”

“That wasn’t on your card.”

She looked up at me again, her fingers playing with my pants zipper. “It was the only way I ended up with you,” she said simply.

“I thought you said you only see the present and the past.”

“Mostly. Mostly the present and the past.”

Well, that was certainly something. If nothing else, it just meant that I’d ended up with a much more valuable witch than a normal first-year was supposed to. That sounded like just the kind of advantage I would need to get ahead. I could consider the implications of her words, how she’d apparently chosen me, later.

“You’re going to tell me more about this later,” I stated firmly.

“Of course.” She paused for a moment, then simpered, “As my mister master coven lord sir commands.”

I was going to say something, but that was right about when Daphne pulled my pants down, along with my underwear, letting my very, very hard shaft finally spring free of its cloth prison after much too long, and suddenly I had much more important things on my mind than Daphne’s teasing. Like her rather large, very soft looking breasts. And the way she was lounged across the floor. And the faint gleam of moisture along her lower lips.

Suddenly I was regretting taking the long way up to my room. I could have been balls deep in that an entire hour ago!

Thank you to Ανόητος Ονειροκρίτης and Magabeast_pro01 for beta reading this story.