Great Power Comes in Many Witches - Chapter 2

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuckohfuckohfuckohfuckfuckahhhhhhh!” Daphne cried out, her words blending into an incoherent cry of pleasure as she writhed beneath me.

I slammed my hips forward, burying myself fully in her as I felt my own climax approaching. Daphne’s legs kicked wildly on either side of my head, her eyes half rolled back in her head and mouth hanging open.

Her cunt clenched tightly around me, feeling like it was trying to suck me deeper and deeper into her waiting folds. I leaned down and took one of her perfect pink nipples in my mouth, sucking and licking the sensitive nub. I was rewarded a moment later by a needy moan of pleasure and Daphne’s hands squeezed tightly into my sides.

“Please… I need it…” she begged, and the desperate, needy longing in her voice finally pushed me over the edge as well.

My hips thrust forward again almost involuntarily, my heavy balls slapping against her quivering folds, and then all I could do was clutch the sheets under my palms and suck furiously on the hard nub in my mouth as my climax washed over me. Blast after blast of hot cum flooded into her unprotected cunt, filling her to the brim and sending her into another orgasm.

Eventually I pulled back, regretfully withdrawing from her pussy with a small pop and releasing the nipple in my mouth after one last tiny nibble. “As much as,” I took a deep breath, “I’d like to keep going, we’re on the clock and we still have two parts of the ritual left to go.”

It took Daphne a moment to respond, “Yeah. Yeah. Let me just…” she rolled over onto her belly, her leg swinging past my head, and anything else she was trying to say was lost in the thick sheets.

I stared down at her for several long seconds, my eyes drawn to her plump bubble butt and the crinkled flowerbud between those wonderful cheeks. My cock twitched, but I managed to control myself with some effort. All the research agreed that a witch’s binding was more effective when the oral portion of the ritual was done in the middle and I was not the type of person willing to compromise on my future in exchange for a moment of gratification.

When she hadn’t moved after several more seconds, I gave one of her cheeks a firm smack, making the flesh beneath my palm jiggle hypnotically for a moment. “On your knees. Now,” I ordered, and I felt the nascent bond between us, already strengthened from a gossamer strand to a thin wire by our first coupling, tighten around Daphne’s throat.

That certainly made her move. She rolled swiftly off of the bed and a moment later she was back where I’d first seen her, kneeling with her knees spread wide apart on the rug by the bed.

She opened her mouth wide, tongue just barely peeking out past her lips. After a moment, one finger dipped down between her legs, collecting a generous dollop of the cum mixed with her own juices that was slowly leaking out from her well-fucked pussy, and deposited the morsel on her waiting tongue. She moaned loudly and swallowed before opening her mouth once again, sticking out her tongue to show that it was all gone. If I hadn’t still been hard I certainly would have been now; that display could have made a corpse pop a boner.

What followed was somewhere between a blowjob and a throat fuck. Daphne started off very strong, peppering my cock with sloppy kisses and then taking more than half my length in her mouth, enthusiastically worshiping every inch with her tongue. It was absolutely blissful and I could do little more than slowly run my hands through her soft, silky-smooth hair as waves of pleasure radiated throughout my body.

However, even as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock I could feel the slowly intensifying magic in the room demanding more, more, more. I twisted my hands around, gathering fistfulls of her hair and got a firm grip on her head. Daphne realized what was happening a moment before I thrust forward, tilting her head just so, and my cock smoothly plunged fully into her mouth and down her throat.

Her nose poked into my pelvis and I groaned at the sensation of her hot, rippling throat around my cock. She swallowed around me over and over, massaging my cock with her throat even as she began to hum softly and continued to use her tongue to great effect.

I let her work for several moments, then used my grip on her head to pull her almost completely free of my shaft before slamming her head all the way back down. One of Daphne’s hands came up to cradle my balls while the other moved furiously between her legs.

Muffled moans of pleasure interspersed with more humming sent waves of euphoria through my shaft as I continued to use my witch’s mouth like an onahole. With every thrust I could feel the bond between us growing stronger and stronger. Invisible strands condensed from the mana that filled the air, joining with the wire around Daphne’s neck and building upon one another. Threads began to collect all along her body. Some stretched down her arms, looping and twisting from her neck down her shoulders, along her forearms, and wrapped around her wrists and fingers. Others climbed down her back and chest, loops coiling around the bases of her breasts and encircling her slender waist.

I quickly realized that the rougher I was, the faster the strands seemed to form. I increased my pace, pumping her entire head up and down like a jackhammer. I was very thankful that witches were considerably tougher than mundane women, because otherwise I was certain my rough handling would have left Daphne rather battered. As it was, she would be completely fine, though perhaps a little sore, once we were done.

Daphne’s entire body shuddered beneath me and I felt some of the strands forming around her waist flicker. Huh. Curious. I pulled one hand away from her head and smacked the arm working away between her legs. “None of that now,” I ordered firmly.

She quickly withdrew her hand, hiding it behind her back instead and redoubled her efforts, her tongue dancing along my length as she desperately tried to lick every bit of it with each thrust. “Good girl,” I praised, “focus on me now. If you’re good, there will be plenty of time later to give your cunt the attention it deserves.”

My words seemed to strike a chord. Daphne moaned enthusiastically in agreement, her body shuddering in orgasm once again, but this time the accumulation of threads only seemed to accelerate. That was probably significant, but as it stood I really didn’t have the headspace to consider it too deeply. Probably something to do with intent? That sounded reasonable.

With one final thrust, I buried my cock fully in Daphne’s throat, grinding her head down into my crotch as my cock swelled and then erupted down her waiting throat. Two spurts blasted directly into her belly and then I pulled back slightly, filling her mouth with my hot, sticky cum.

Daphne sucked furiously, hollowing her cheeks as she teased every drop she could out of my cock. She swallowed once, then pulled away once I was finished, opening her mouth to reveal her tongue and teeth absolutely coated in my seed. Our eyes met and she grinned up at me, swallowing my load and keeping her lips stretched open as she licked her teeth clean.

“Deeeelicious,” she half sang, nuzzling my shaft with her cheek. “I think I have a new favorite snack, master.”

I patted her head, the majority of my attention focused on the solidified strands of mana that now wrapped around much of Daphne’s upper body. The wire around her neck and the strand that connected her to me had expanded until it looked more like a thin choker or collar with a chain leash. After that, the loops down to and around her breasts were the thickest, ribbons about as wide as my pinky finger. From there the strands grew thinner and thinner, with distance, disappearing entirely below her upper thighs and reduced to little more than flickers of light around the tips of her fingers.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” I said after a moment, “but we’re not done yet.”

I could feel the magic of the ancient compact humming against my skin. No, not humming. Whispering. The words were in no language I knew, if it even was a language, but as I focused I thought I could almost make out a meaning. It was…orders? No, advice? Something else?

I tilted my head to the side, trying to hear the words that weren’t really there. According to my mom I’d always been very, very sensitive to mana, but I’d never felt anything like this before. The magic of the ancient compact was stronger than any I’d ever felt before, utterly dwarfing my measly natural reserves as a wizard and far eclipsing both Daphne’s and my mom’s reserves as well.

After another moment, I straightened. I may not be able to make it all out, but I thought I knew what I had to do. I needed to take charge, finish the ritual with a proper bang, and utterly bind this witch to me in mind, body, and soul.

Without giving her a moment to react, I grabbed Daphne’s arm and twisted it around behind her back as I pulled her to her feet. She yelped in surprise as I spun her around and forcefully bent her over the bed with her ass sticking up in the air.

Leaning over her, I nibbled on the corner of her ear and whispered, “One more hole and you’ll be mine, truly and forever.”

Daphne let out a soft whimper and wiggled her butt in the air. “Then do it! Do it, Severin!” Well, who was I to deny a beautiful witch like her?

I pulled her arms up over her head and pinned them against the bed, firmly holding both her wrists with one hand while the other trailed down her spine towards her pert cheeks. I gave her ass a firm slap, electing a cry of pleasure from Daphne’s well-fucked throat, then another on the opposite cheek to leave a matching red handprint.

Fucking her pussy and then her face had left me well lubricated, but I still ran the head of my cock up and down her absolutely drenched cunt to collect some of her juices. Each stroke tore a desperate, needy moan from Daphne’s lips, her heavy breathing and whispered begging like music to my ears. Then, without any further adieu, I spread her cheeks open with one hand and pressed the tip of my cock against the tight ring of her anus.

Daphne’s moans mingled with my own groan of pleasure as I forced my bulbous cockhead forward, splitting her ass wide open around my girth. My progress felt glacially slow, but slowly but surely, millimeter by millimeter, my cock sank ever deeper into her bowls. I gave her ass another firm slap and that seemed to be all it took to push her over the edge, her ass clenching furiously around me as yet more juices flooded out from Daphne’s cunt and trickled down her already glistening thighs.

“Oh gods, Severin, Severin, master!” Daphne cried out between moans. “It's so big, you’re splitting me in half! Keep going! Harder! Deeper! Master, please! Please! Fuck me!”

Her words and the threads that were now rapidly forming down her thighs towards her knees urged me ever forward. Daphne came two more times before I finally managed to hilt myself in her ass, each orgasm slowing my progress as she clenched down impossibly tightly around my shaft, but only serving to further strengthen our bond.

I gave her a few moments to breath, then pulled back slightly and began to fuck her ass with slow, short strokes. Her ass was like a velvet vice around my cock, impossibly hot and tight and amazing. Daphne’s arousal ran like a river down her thighs and she thrashed and writhed beneath me with every stroke as she came over and over again.

Between thrusts I slapped and groped her gorgeous bubble butt with my free hand, marveling at the way her slowly reddening cheeks shook and jiggled. It seemed my new witch was a real ass girl; every spank and squeeze made her clench down hard around my cock until her constant orgasms blended into a single chain of mind shattering pleasure.

I didn’t last long this time. I managed to hold out until I saw the threads finally wrap around the very tips of her fingers and toes, and then I exploded, filling her guts with a torrent of hot cum.

The magic in the air flared with power, phantom winds buffeting our bodies as the spell of ozone filled the air. The threads all over Daphne’s body visibly flashed a blinding white and a single line of brilliant lightning connected her throat to my hand. Then they sank into her skin and vanished from sight completely.

For a moment my entire body felt like it was made of jello and I limply collapsed on top of Daphne, my cock still buried deep in her ass. The weakness faded quickly and suddenly I could feel a bright, burning ball of power gleaming deep within me. It sat nearly at the very center of my being, right beside a tiny ember utterly dwarfed by the new light, and yet the single spark shone so much brighter than the new addition, brighter than I had ever seen it shine before.

I brushed a metaphysical finger against the new light, already knowing what it must be, and I felt Daphne’s heart skip a beat and her breath catch in her throat at the touch. The spark was Daphne. Her soul, to be exact. The wonderful, unique essence of sentience that made Daphne, well, Daphne. And now it was mine.

I released Daphne’s hands and tried to roll off the girl to lie on my side beside her. I was…mostly successful. My cock was a tiny bit stuck so I ended up half on my side, half on top of her, but that was good enough for me.

Daphne was breathing heavily, the formerly pale skin of her face flushed a bright red that extended down her neck and chest. Her mouth was hanging half open, a little bit of saliva dripping slowly down her lip, and there was a dopey grin on her face.

I could only smile, wrap an arm over her shoulder, and pull her tightly against my chest. After a bit of finangling I managed to get my other arm under her and then I could properly hug her against me, her head pressed against the crook of my neck and her butt grinding slowly against my crotch. Not enough energy to close her mouth, but plenty to keep trying to fuck her own ass on my cock. Clearly my witch had her priorities straight.

I took a deep breath, ready to shake Daphne out of her reverie––we still had a lot to do today, the binding was just a start––but I couldn’t do it. My nose was full of the scent of her, her soft hair rubbing up against my cheek as she instinctively shifted deeper into my embrace. She looked so satisfied, so at peace, that I just didn’t have the heart to shake her out of it.

We had a lot to do, but a few minutes wasn’t going to change anything, I decided. I could afford to let my precious witch rest for now. I closed my eyes and focused inward. Daphne’s soul glowed softly, pulsing in time with her body’s heartbeat. So much power. Seventeen times more than I was born with, and yet utterly useless to a witch.

Outside of a few rare, inborn abilities, such as Daphne’s Sight, witches were completely unable to do any magic with the energy their souls generated. Only by joining a wizard's coven, giving their souls and natural strength away, could they then potentially draw on the strength shared with them by their master. Even Morgana, born with a truly mind-boggling magnitude of ninety-nine, had been unable to do anything at all with the unbelievable strength of her soul until she bound herself to Merlin.

But, while Daphne’s magic was useless to her, it was not useless to me. That was the gift of wizards––born with weak souls and tiny mana pools, we could freely draw upon and shape the might of any witch or other creature we bound to our power.

Working slowly and very, very carefully I teased a single ember, barely more than a speck of dust, free from my soul, shaped it into the form of the most basic spell I’d ever learned, and cast it forth. Light filled the room, shining painfully into my closed eyes until I hurriedly extinguished it.

Incredible. Absolutely incredible. If I had cast that spell this morning, it would have taken half my strength to do so and been barely brighter than a candle flame. Now, even with just a single witch bound within my coven, the difference was literally like night and day.

I smiled and kissed the top of Daphne’s head. Despite the sudden illumination, she had not so much as stirred and I suddenly realized that I’d worn her out so much she’d simply fallen asleep in my arms.

That was fine. It was only around two o-clock and I didn’t have to be anywhere until dinner at seven. I could let her rest just this once while I acclimated to my massively increased magical strength.

Through my eyes felt very heavy all of a sudden. Daphne really was very warm and soft, wasn’t she. I yawned, widely. Maybe I could just rest my eyes for a couple of––

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