The Witches, Day Two

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Day Two, Monday

Six days of vacation remaining...

Neal woke slowly the next morning, his body aching, but...there was no one else there in the bedroom with him. He eyed up the open curtains with due trepidation, though didn't really know what to think about things, in all honesty.

Surely it had all been a crazy dream? He shook his head and got up, swinging his legs out of bed first and taking everything moment by moment, for that was the best he could do at that time.

And what else was he to think when there was no evidence of anything at all having happened? At least, not as he went about breakfast, making a pretence of keeping up a conversation with his parents, though they put down his lack of engagement to him just being a bit more distant after being away, which was thankfully received, at least, by him. Neal needed all the luck he could get as a dull, rising ache seeped into his cock, little by little.

He didn't really pay attention to it, heading out to the shopping centre near the beach, which was full of places selling and hiring surfing equipment, rash vests and boards, board shorts... Neal hadn't been into surfing for a long time, though he didn't mind swimming in the ocean sometimes, even if he was a little worried about sharks. As rare as attacks were, a person being in the wrong place at the wrong time, he had never quiet liked not being able to see where his limbs were -- and the water, of course, could never be crystal clear.

"Unff... What a weird dream last night."

He muttered to himself, checking out the shops, though he wasn't interested in new clothes, especially when they wouldn't really suit when he headed back to his studies again. He preferred hoodies and jeans, not shorts and flashier, brighter shirts. Shifting his weight, he paused behind a rack of shorts to adjust his own, though he didn't feel comfortable wearing them.

However, there was something else making him feel uncomfortable, his shaft strangely sensitive and always feeling like it was in the wrong position, pressing out against the front of his underwear. Muttering under his breath, he tried to get comfortable again and licked his lips, yet it looked like he was getting a hard-on.

What the heck is wrong with me? I don't usually get this riled up...

Maybe he'd seen someone who looked hot in the stores? Yet he hadn't really even been looking at anyone else there, caught up in his own world and nursing a light headache that didn't seem to want to go away.

He blushed, embarrassed by his predicament, and managed to get back to the vacation house, though his cock was still hard and making a more obvious bulge in the front of his shorts than he would have liked. Neal's mind just kept wandering, drifting and pushing one way and then the other, though always to horny thoughts. Like how good it would feel, right then and there, to shove his cock into a hot, tight pussy, or even to have someone's lips around his dick, sucking down his cum.

Mmm... He thought, avoiding a couple as he closed the vacation home gate behind him, glad he seemed to have made his way back mostly unscathed. Yeah, haven't had a good blowjob in a while.

Or any blowjob, for that matter, though it was not yet time for him to breathe a sigh of relief when he got inside. For his father was there and James' eyes dropped immediately to the rise of his cock, obviously tenting out the front of his shorts in a big, thick bulge. A bulge that, truthfully, seemed bigger than before, even if he hadn't exactly got his cock out to check it yet.

"Hm... You seem..." James paused and shook his head, turning away politely. "Never mind, son."

Neal grunted but didn't really know what else to do, trying to hide away in his room. Concealed there, he yanked his shorts down, along with his underwear, cursing that his choice of underwear that morning hadn't hidden and cradled his erection as he might have liked.

"What the...unff...heck's going on?"

He rubbed his cock, the aching length throbbing readily into his hand. Yet he seemed more productive than before, a sheen of smeared pre-cum over the head of his cock; even his underwear had a wet spot on it, which Neal honestly couldn't remember happening ever before.

That was weird, very weird, but he couldn't think of anything else as he jacked off furiously, rubbing his cock a bit too rough, though his need was so great he didn't feel like there was any other option for him. He had to get off -- and quickly too!

Soon enough, he shoved his face into the pillow, release throbbing through him. He spent himself on to the bed, forgetting he'd have to clean it up and hide the evidence, though it was not as if he was capable of too much rational thought, embarrassed heat brushing his cheeks and crawling down his neck with a prickling tingle. He spent his load into the bed, soaking into the sheets, yet even that seemed to take so much longer than usual to pump from him, soaking the bed, so much more than usual.

"Unff... What's...wrong with me?"

Yet Neal wasn't going to be allowed the time to find out.

"Neal?" His father knocked on the door and entered just as he yanked his shorts back up to cover his dick, underwear uncomfortably scrunched up around his nuts where he hadn't pulled it up at the same time. "We've got to go out, remember? Unless you picked up the dinner ingredients your mom wanted when you were out?"

He winced, shaking his head, his father's eyes flitting to his crotch and then back up again. Neal didn't have to look down to know his hard-on, once again, was obvious. But why?

"Anyway, let's get going."

Neal swapped to tighter briefs and trousers, thinking that would be better to hide his erection, but that didn't seem to help at all. As his father took him from one store to another and even to a specialist herbal shop where apparently his mother needed special tea from (he didn't know). The problem with that shop was there was nowhere for him to hide, standing with a hip cocked at an awkward angle to conceal the bulge in his pants.

As if that was going to do him any good...

His father slid him a sidelong glance but could not have failed to notice the predicament he was in as Neal mumbled an excuse about needing the toilet and ducked out. He had to try something, anything, just to get by and ease the tension in his crotch.

If he didn't know better, he would have said his nuts were about ready to drop off!

The public bathrooms were as gross as they came, but Neal still rushed to secure himself away inside a stall, his back to the wall. He barely pulled down his thicker trousers and briefs at all before yanking out his cock, not even thinking about what he was doing, just fapping furiously.

"Unff..."

Neal grunted, though wasn't really thinking. There wasn't even anything before him for him to spend his seed on or into, something to make the mess easier to clean up. He just wasn't in his right mind, jerking his cock furiously, the skin pulling and tugging along with his palm as he masturbated with burning, single-minded intent.

Yet it was not enough, not as he spent one orgasm and the need was still there, burning and desperate, like something else was driving him. Neal, however, didn't have time to mop up his cum and hide the evidence, as his father was surely waiting for him and wondering where the heck he was.

But what was he meant to do when he was trying to get through the day? Neal didn't have a clue what was going on as he tried to play it off, muttering to his father that his clothes were just "looking weird" that day.

"Uh..." His father looked down pointedly at his crotch as he tried to step away around the side of the car to hide his discomfort and situation all over again. "Looks like you're having more trouble there than expected. Maybe a walk to get home would...cool you off a little?"

James chuckled and shook his head, though Neal was just glad his father didn't make it a bigger issue still. He walked and walked, getting away from people, though his gait was awkward, shifting back and forth, puffing out his cheeks with air.

"What the heck is this all about?" He muttered under himself, for Neal had always been better able to work through his thoughts when he spoke them aloud. "I'm not... This is all to do with the dream? This is weird..."

And Neal was sure his cock was bigger too. Under the trees, on the edge of the beach where it was quiet, he couldn't resist the urge to jack off for any longer, sliding his pants down again and kicking them off. The fabric was too tough and annoying around his crotch and he grasped his cock, his fingers no longer fitting around it as easily as they had before.

Yes, it was definitely a bit bigger, though not massive so, the flesh swollen and aching. Yet he could only follow the lure of his body as he groaned and masturbated, one orgasm hitting him and spilling cum over his crotch. It was not enough and he kept grasping his shaft, rubbing up and down, barely even aware of what he was doing as his need rose and rose. Far from permitting him any manner of relief, his need only seemed to grow with every moment and every orgasm.

"Hey -- who's that over there? Look at what he's doing!"

A laugh caught his ears and Neal's torso shot upright, shuddering. He wasn't alone! What the hell? He'd been too caught up in his need, his cock throbbing and still hard, but the group of tourists, who all looked to be in their early twenties, didn't seem shocked by his state. On the contrary, they seemed amused by his need, one of the women blowing him a kiss while a guy grabbed his own crotch in a lewd gesture.

"Ugh -- sorry!"

He blabbered out an apology as he ran away, straight into the trees -- and connected with a taller body.

"Oof!"

He reeled, yet there was no real reason to, not as Karen Le Croix stood above him, as tall and as imposing as she had been the night before. Neal gasped, staggering backwards -- though she curled her fingers, yanking him to her naked body with a pull of magic.

It wasn't a dream!

"Oh, I thought I'd catch you out here having fun, human," she crooned, tracing a red nail down his cheek, her face horrifyingly beautiful and, of course, the rest of her body naked, breasts exposed and on show, her pussy bare. "But you shouldn't be wasting that cum on just anyone, Neal... Why don't you show me what my little spell has been working on, all day, with you, hm?"

She murmured seductively, her voice taking on a low, husky tone -- though perhaps that was exactly what Neal should have expected from a succubus. With a moan that didn't sound natural slipping from his lips, he leaned forward, his hands sweeping from her shoulders down to her hips as if they belonged there.

Though it was as if in a dream all over again, not able to resist the rampant urge to fuck and to cum, that he laid her down on the sandy soil, the trees barely concealing them from view. With his cock between her legs, he rubbed the head against her exposed pussy, already wet and slick for him, grunting as he fought with the last vestiges of energy he had in him to hold back, to do anything he could to fight it, to remember who he was.

He was not just some horny monster they could control...

"Fuck me, Neal!"

The order snapped through the air as he juddered to obey, a whine breaking his lips as his hard-on powered into her like it belonged there. And maybe, to the succubus, it did, Karen wrapping her long, shapely legs around Neal so she had more control over him, her ankles crossed and heels digging into his backside. Against his will, he thrust into her, though it felt good, too good, arousal rolling through him as he pounded her cunny like there was nothing else for him.

His need... Oh, it was not to be denied, not as his cock slid into that delectable wetness, a gasp escaping his lips.

"Mmmm..."

"Yes, human..." She growled, shuddering beneath him. "You need more... Only succubus pussy will feel good to you now."

There would turn out to be more too, like their lips and more, but it played into the draw and lure of the succubi above all else. He thrust and thrust, losing himself in the moment, though a broken sob pulled at his lips and lungs, as if it was aching too, simply to be free of him. He didn't want to do that, to fuck her, for he wasn't that kind of guy. Neal had never even thought of doing anything like that in public and yet he rammed into her with a one-track mind, eyes fixed on the succubus under him, his cock enveloped by her hot pussy, repeatedly.

Still, he couldn't just keep fucking her forever as she arched up to meet him, the two of them climaxing. Orgasm ripped through them and he howled out his need, without even considering someone else could hear him. Things were not that easy anymore, no, and he spent his load into her pussy, trembling above her, supporting himself on his hands and knees, his lower back aching from where she had pulled too hard at him.

He couldn't even tell the succubus that was too much for him, but, well...Neal was just lucky she let him go that day. Not without swiping his shirt from him too, so he had nothing on at all, for he'd already stripped off his pants and underwear earlier, forced to find his way home naked. Waiting until twilight didn't help much either, darting from tree to tree and ducking into back alleyways, his heart pounding, wondering what the hell was happening in his life.

*

"Wakey-wakey..."

Berthina walked her fingers up his chest to wake him, a smirk on her lips, though the witch hadn't bothered to dress herself once again. In the dead of the night, they'd flung the curtains open again to let in some light from the outside world, though he quailed from their outlines, clenching his jaw as he scrambled back over the bed. Karen Le Croix leaned over him, a wide grin stretching her lips just a bit too wide.

"Mmmm... How'd you enjoy our little dalliance earlier, Neal?" She murmured, giving him a wink. "Best pussy you've ever had, right?"

He clenched his jaw, blinking in the low light, willing his eyes to adjust to the light in there, so he could see just a little more.

"Whatever," Neal spat, brazen but trembling as his heart pounded. "What the hell do you want with me? I don't want fucking any of this! I thought it was just a fucking dream!"

"Oh, how rude of us," Karen said, perching on the end of the bed, studying her nails. "Well, we were humans once, just like you -- but we're better than that now. In brief, for it is such a bore of a tale, we were all on vacation in India... Say, five years back?"

She paused, as if considering the timeline.

"Yes, yes, that was it. And it all came from such a silly thing. We had to go to the bathroom while trekking and we were off the trail so, well, we urinated where we could. Turns out, we peed on a statute, something ancient -- and that angered one of their gods."

Berthina frowned and shook her head.

"I still don't know which one! They never even said their name! Now, that's rude, if you ask me!"

Karen sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Berthina, I am telling the story, honestly. Marilla is a much better listener than you are... Anyway, the god cursed us to be succubi... And I suppose that's the end of that story! We need sex and you are good for sex. What more reason do we need to have to use you and your body, Neal?"

He growled, clenching his hands into fists.

"That's a nice story," he snarled, eyes narrowing. "But that doesn't mean I have to do anything for you lot! I don't have to do what you want, I don't have to fuck you! I'm my own person! It's not my fault if you pissed off a god or what!"

"Oh, but I'm afraid," Karen said, her tone dropping lower, "you don't have a choice in the matter..."

He fought as he had the first night -- but harder again, for he knew what was coming, even as his cock ached and throbbed, hard and bobbing and getting in the way. Yet Berthina was quicker than she looked and even Marilla had a little snicker on her lips as she pinned his arms above his head, letting Karen hold the cloth over his mouth and nose again.

Neal couldn't hold his breath, chest heaving for air, dragging in gulp after gulp of breath filled with that potion. He didn't want to believe they were succubi and yet what was he to think when his life and world was changing so quickly, moaning aloud, his pupils dilating, shifting his weight even as he relaxed somewhat. He didn't fight their hold as much as before, though some tension remained in his arms and upper back.

"There now, that's much better," Karen said, scratching the hollow between his collarbones with the tip of a nail. "You don't have to fight us, just relax... Let us take you, let us fuck you. You can give us all your semen and we'll keep taking it."

That didn't sound like a good deal to Neal, not as his head spun, panting heavily, but he didn't make a run from it, not even when he was let up. He just had eyes for Marilla as she knelt in the middle of the bedroom floor for him, her soft lips slightly parted. The curves of her body were softly illuminated in the dim light of the bedroom and he crossed the distance between them with a curse on his lips, his cock hard and in hand.

"Mmmph!"

Marilla moaned lustfully around his cock as Neal helplessly shoved it into the nearest available hole, stuffing his aching length into her mouth as if it had been his intent all along. And it was good to have his cock in a hole like that, her tongue fleshy and soft and cradling the underside of his shaft.

There was nothing quite like fucking her mouth too, every blowjob he'd ever got before paling in comparison. Even her moans around him sent light vibrations into his cock, his balls swinging, though it was mostly the bob and slide of Marilla's lips on his dick that brought him closer and closer to the edge. His shaft throbbed, pulsing within her lips, and he moaned aloud, rolling his hips, trying to thrust.

"Mmmm... Need..."

"That's right, human," Karen hissed, gripping his shoulders as she stood behind him. "Give in to it... You're much better to us as a cock and a pair of balls. Your mouth can be useful too... But it's really your semen we're after, the pleasure. We can feed on your orgasmic energy far more than our own..."

He moaned, thrusting and grinding, that familiar pull rising inside him. He'd orgasmed more in the last twenty-four hours than he honestly felt he had in the last few months, though it was not as if Neal had been counting anything like that before, no.

He shook his head, yet the orgasm that pulled from him did not feel like it was really a part of him, though perhaps that was because of the succubus drawing it from him. Neal thrust and cum poured from him, the heady, long spurts going straight down her throat, the witch deep throating him as she took the very tip of his cock into the back of her mouth. Marilla gulped noisily around him as if she was showing off just how well she could take his cum down her throat, though they were not yet done with Neal.

Neal had barely spent himself down her throat when he was pulled away, his dripping cock trapped between Karen's tits. She smirked as she lay on her back on the bed, allowing him to thrust between her tits, though every hump and grind of his body didn't feel like it came from him.

Dimly, as he ground his cock between her large, plump tits, he trembled, aware of what was happening and yet only that. He wasn't in control of his body as he humped her tits, the witch pressing her breasts in around his cock so the plushness enfolded him completely, the head of his shaft barely protruding between them.