Great Power Comes in Many Witches - Chapter 3

I woke up to the sound of slurping and the sensation of a warm mouth bobbing up and down on my cock. I felt good. No, better than good. Everything seemed brighter, warmer, and lighter than it had when I‘d woken up this morning. Even knowing to expect it from my dad’s notes, the sensation of profound peace and wellbeing welling up inside me left me feeling nearly giddy with joy.

For nearly a minute I just lay back with my eyes closed, just enjoying Daphne’s efforts and the simple pleasure of being alive. Eventually I opened my eyes and looked down, a smile rising unbidden to my lips as my eyes met Daphne’s piercing purple stare. “Good afternoon, my dear,” I told her cheerfully. “It seems like someone is eager for a snack.”

Daphne nodded without stopping, her tongue in constant motion along my shaft as she used a hand to work the part of my cock that didn’t really fit in her mouth without her deepthroating it. My cock twitched in her mouth and I groaned softly, then bit my lower lip as she suddenly intensified her efforts in response.

Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I reached inside myself and gently brushed against her soul, willing a portion of the sensation I was feeling towards her like I knew I should be able to. After all, souls did not exist on the same level of existence as our bodies did. Even though Daphne’s soul was now embedded within mine, it was still simultaneously in her body or else she would have rapidly withered and died.

Daphne squeaked in surprise, a shockingly cute sound, then began to moan loudly around my cock as I carefully refined what sensations I was sharing and my technique for doing so. It was something I’d practiced in theory, but had never had the opportunity to actually attempt before, so it took a little bit of adjustment to get it right.

Despite doing my best to hold back my own climax, I didn’t last very long. Daphne had been hard at work for some time before her efforts had finally woken me up and she clearly knew a lot about how to blow a cock.

Daphne wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, her hands rapidly pumping up and down along my saliva-coated shaft, and happily sucked down every drop of cum I could give her. She looked nearly delirious with pleasure by the end of it, and clearly keen to continue her efforts for another treat, but I put a stop to that with a hand on top of her head.

“There will be plenty of time for that later,” I told her firmly. “You’re free to wake me up like that every morning going forward,” I paused, remembering what my mom and dad’s notes had said about good coven management, “In fact, don’t just ‘feel free’ to do so. You will wake me up like that every morning, understood?”

“Yes Master Severin,” Daphne agreed, bowing her head obediently.

“Good. Now, we should get up. We have a lot to talk about.” Reaching inside me, I once again teased a spark of power free and carefully, meticulously shaped it into one of the few spells I’d managed to learn despite my pathetic natural reserves as a wizard. What would have taken more than half my total strength felt utterly effortless now and a moment later I knew the time. Three forty-eight. I’d slept for a little under two hours. I could work with that.

About ten minutes later I was sitting in the shockingly comfortable desk chair that had come with my room wearing a pair of loose-fitting linen pants, my bare feet kicked up on my empty desk. Daphne, still as naked as when I’d first found her, was kneeling on the floor beside me, one of the many cushions scattered around the room shielding her knees from the cold stone floor.

“So,” I began slowly as I gathered my thoughts, “as you already know, my name is Severin Victus, and I’m your new coven lord. That means we’re stuck together now, wherever life may take us. I know a little bit about you, though it sounds like you still have a few surprises waiting for me inside that pretty head of yours, but I think it's only fair that I tell you a bit about myself too.”

Before I could continue, Daphne rolled her eyes and beat me to the punch. “Your name is Severin Victus, and you’re a second-generation wizard born to Jack Victus and his first witch Elise. You grew up in the mundane world after your dad got killed right after graduation because a certain whiney little dick whose name neither of us are going to say was pissed your dad kicked his ass a bunch in school. Your mom took care of you until she died, you have a bunch of your dad’s memories because he was really fucking smart, and you’re planning to absolutely crush the next five years so that when you graduate you can start your own House and turn whiny little dick into a wet smear.” Daphne took a deep breath and smiled brightly at me. “Did I miss anything?”

I confess I was a little shell shocked by Daphne’s words. “Uh, that’s the long and short of it I guess?” I said weakly. A horrible suspicion rose up inside me, making my stomach clench painfully. “Is that something––”

“Don’t worry, the school doesn’t tell us witches anything,” Daphne said, shaking her head. “The High Lord might know, he knows everything, but that’s not something we need to worry about. This is all me. I’ve known all about you for years.”

“That's some impressive foresight, then,” I whispered. “I thought you said you couldn’t see the future very well?”

“I mostly can’t. Mostly.” It wasn’t a lie, it couldn’t be. It was impossible for a witch to lie to her wizard, but the statement was vague enough that it was all but meaningless.

“Please don’t push,” Daphne begged softly, “I promise you’ll learn everything soon enough, but not yet. Not now. It will only make things worse.” Another truth.

I sighed heavily. “Fair enough. I’ll trust you for now.” Tilting my head to the side, I looked down at Daphne. “Tell me honestly. Did you know that was what I was going to say? Did you like, word your answers in such a way that I’d believe you?”

“I didn’t know for sure, I didn’t see it, I mean, but I think I know you well enough that yes, I hoped you’d trust me. You’re one of those people that believes the bond between a wizard and their first witch is special, that it means something. There’s a reason I wanted you and no one else.”

We sat in silence for several long minutes. I stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought. I hadn’t expected to hear it said like that, but Daphne was right. I did believe that. I had to after all the effort my mom put into protecting me, raising me, and keeping me safe even as her shattered soul slowly killed her. The rest of Dad’s coven had died with him, but she had fought to stay alive and protect his final legacy until it killed her. Elise. My mom. Dad’s first witch.

The way a wizard treated his coven varied a lot from what I knew. Legally speaking, Daphne was barely considered a person, more an extension of me than her own living, breathing individual. An unbound witch was the property of either her father or the owner of whatever farm she’d been born on, completely at their mercy with no say in what happened to her. It was even worse for non-witches. Wizards considered mundanes to be little more than animals and the fact that other magical races were collectively known as ‘Fuckmeat’ said everything you needed to know about that.

Some wizards treated their coven as objects. It wasn’t uncommon for a witch or fuckmeat to be stored away in a box somewhere for years or decades at a time when she wasn’t in use. In all honesty I could absolutely see myself doing something like that once my coven grew larger; it was just practical! I might have grown up around mundanes, but I was a wizard at heart. Dad’s memories and mom’s teachings had ensured that much.

Daphne though… No, I couldn't ever see myself doing something like that to her. I was already growing very attached. I doubted she was ever going to be anywhere but by my side. “Huh, you’re right. Clever girl. Definitely better than ending up with someone from House Arborstrom.”

Daphne shuddered. “Let’s not talk about that please. The witch that slept in the cage above mine went to Cedar Arborstrom last year and I’ve been seeing what was going to happen to her for more than a decade.”

I winced. That certainly sounded like a downside to her otherwise amazing talent. “Don’t worry,” I reassured her, gently patting her head, “I like your limbs and breasts attached to your body just the way they are and while I’m sure your head would look lovely encased in a tree, that would make it much harder for you to give me my wakeup blowjob every day.”

Daphne folded her arms protectively over her chest. “Please don’t even joke about that, master. I was literally a blink away from him choosing me a few months ago. The psycho has a thing for purple eyes.”

A spark of protectiveness rose up inside me and I suddenly felt a deep seated loathing for this wizard I’d never met. “Well, he can find his own purple eyed witch,” I snapped. “You’re mine now, Daphne. Mine.”

“I know, master. Now and forever.”

“Good. I’m glad you understand,” I sat up in my chair and turned around so that I was looking straight at her, “but we have gotten way off topic. From what you’ve said, I see you already understand what I’m aiming for, but it's going to take a lot of work to get there.

“The most important thing right now is getting off to a good start. I have five years to become a Master-level wizard and every day counts. I believe I have both the aptitude and the dedication to do it, but there's no way that your soul alone can manage that sort of stress. Since I’m basically a mundane-born wizard when it comes to resources, the only way I’m getting new members for our coven is from the Academy, and that means I need to win as many of the monthly challenges as I can starting with the one at the end of this month.”

I took another deep breath and continued. “Now historically speaking, the first challenge is almost always a competition between covens, which is good because it's going to give me time to get ahead before the first wizard competition. Since it’s at the end of the first month that means everyone in our year is just going to have one witch to work with. We absolutely need this win, Daphne––there’s no way I can win the second competition without another witch or fuckmeat for our Coven––and it's only going to get harder and harder from there.”

Daphne nodded seriously. “I understand. You can count on me, Severin.”

I flashed her a small smile, then continued. “So anyway, there are nearly two-dozen different options for what event it might be. They switch it up from year to year and since we need this win we’re going to have to work hard to prepare for––”

“It's going to be a race,” Daphne interjected. Then she sighed heavily. “A ponywitch race.”

Well that was certainly good to know. If she was right, a month of dedicated preparation could give us a huge advantage over the others. “Are you certain?”

She sighed again and nodded. “I’ve seen it. No matter what happens this month, it's always the race.”

“Then you know what you’re going to be working on every day for the next month. We need this win, Daphne. I think you know that just as well as I do.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. It doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

I opened my mouth but Daphne cut me off before I could say anything. “And no, your opinion of how sexy I’m going to look in a ponywitch uniform is not going to make me feel any better. I’m going to look freaking amazing, and you’re never going to let me forget it.”

Right. Seer. She claimed she couldn’t see the future very well and then did shit like that. The moment our bond was strong enough for me to peer into her thoughts I was going to be checking up on that claim. She clearly believed her own words––even with a brand new bond like ours it was impossible for a witch to lie to her coven lord––but that didn’t necessarily mean that she was right.

“Don’t think this prediction is going to get you out of the other training I have planned for you,” I warned. “I’m going to be working both of us to the bone this coming month. And the month after that really. And realistically the next few months as well unless we get really, really lucky.”

Daphne met my gaze squarely, determination that mirrored my own shining in her brilliant purple eyes. “I know. I’m counting on it. You can do it. We can do it. I’m going to hate it, but it's going to be worth it in the end.”

“Is that something you’ve Seen?” I asked hopefully. Foresight and prophecy had a tendency to be rather unreliable past a few weeks into the future, even coming from the strongest of wizards, but maybe––

“No. But that doesn’t matter. I know who you are, Severin, maybe better than you know yourself. As long as you believe it's possible, you can accomplish anything. Even this.”

I really wasn’t sure what to say to that. Today wasn’t going at all the way I’d expected it to. Well, sort of. The orientation and the ritual had basically gone the way I knew they would. As had my morning, the trip to Aglakok, lunch…

Okay maybe today was mostly going the way I'd expected it would outside of a few surprises. It was mostly that Daphne just really wasn’t the witch I’d imagined she would be. No, she was better. So much better than I could have hoped for. Maybe…maybe I really could do this.

“I… don’t really know what to say to that.”

The serious look on Daphne’s face vanished, replaced by a seductive, perverted grin. “Then don’t say anything and get over here! We’ve got two more hours to get to know each other before dinner, let's make them fucking count!” To punctuate her point, Daphne lay back on the bed and spread her legs until they were both parallel with the sides of the bed. She was certainly very flexible, I would give her that.

“Fuck me!” she commanded. Then her voice went from stern to pleading. “Master Severin, please! Show this naughty witch her place in your coven!”

Now that sounded like a fabulous idea. There were still a few things I wanted to discuss with Daphne, but they could wait. Two hours until dinner, huh? I could work with that.

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