Chapter 3: The Witch of Amber

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta-reading this!

Thursday, January 16th

The door to the janitor's closet banged open; Kyle froze. His girlfriend stood in the doorway and sudden guilt twisted his stomach.

"Christy, I can explain!"

Can I though? His girlfriend had a shocked look on her pretty face, and her pouty lips creased tight. Kyle sat upon the step ladder, his cock engulfed in Chyna's pillowy tits as his latest load of cum oozed out of the dusky-skinned girl's cunt. Chyna never stopped sliding her tits up and down on his cock, brightly smiling up at his girlfriend like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Christy closed the door, peering at him intently, thumbing her amber pendant. Did the amber just glow? No, it must have been the light glinting off it.

"Hecate, reveal the truth," Christy whispered; more light glinted off her amulet. Recently, his girlfriend had gotten into some New Age stuff, praying to some Greek goddess. It was weird, but he didn't feel like offending her at the best of times, let alone when she just caught some sluts tits wrapped around his cock.

"I'm really sorry, I don't know what happened—"

"It's okay," she sighed, then leaned over and kissed him on the lips. They were warm and wet and left him stunned when she pulled away.

"It is?" he gaped. Is Christy this open minded? Would she be willing to share me with my genie?

She took a deep breath. "It's not your fault. You can't help yourself. I understand."

She's taking this a lot better than I thought she would.

"So you fucked her after Math class?" Christy asked, eyes flicking down to gaze at his cock nestled between Chyna's dusky tits. Color blossomed in her pale cheek.

"Yeah," he answered. "She just came up and told me she needed to be fucked and I..."

She nodded in understanding. "You were just helpless."

"Yeah." Was this more of Aaliyah's work. Did she do something to Christy to make her accepting of all of this?

She reached out and pulled a hair from his head. "There was something in your hair. And yours too, Chyna." She plucked a dark brown strand from the busty girl. Kyle didn't notice anything, but he was distracted by his slave's wonderful breasts wrapped about his dick sliding up and down, sending shudders through him while Chyna smiled up at him.

"Oh, sure," Kyle blinked, confused by the entire situation.

"Well, I have to take care of some things," Christy answered. "I love you."

"Love you, too."

"Have fun," she smiled, then slipped out.

Shaking his head, he shut his eyes and smiled; Chyna never stopped sliding those wonderful tits up and down his cock, and he savored being wrapped by their silky softness. Maybe it was okay what Aaliyah was doing. He'd have to have her fix Chyna, but Christy and Aaliyah together would be amazing.

He closed his eyes, picturing dusky Aaliyah kissing pale Christy, their bodies writhing together, then looking at him with beckoning smiles. They'd take turns licking his cock, their lips kissing around his shaft, meeting, tongues touching. I could love them both...

"Do you like my tits, Master."

"Fuck, yeah," he moaned, staring down at her. Her tits bulged in her hands as she pressed them together, his cock emerging from between them, poking up out of her flesh before she slid her breasts back off.

"Do you want to cum on them?" she purred. "Imagine my tits stained with ropes of your cum, leaking down my curves. My tits are so big, I could probably lick some of the cum off them."

"Shit," he grunted, his balls going into overdrive. He erupted.

Cum shot into the air, falling upon her dusky breasts in lines of white, running down her curves. Another shot fired up, squirting up her chest to her neck, then running down to join the mess on the rest of her tits.

"Ohh, yum," giggled Chyna, holding up her right boob and licking a line of cum that had ran down onto her nipple, sucking her nub into her lips for a moment, then let go of her tit and used her fingers to scoop up the rest of his gobs of cum, popping them into her hungry lips.

"You are such a slut," Kyle sighed and she just giggled again.

"My fertile pussy is still sopping wet," she purred. "And you still seem hard."

Right, the wish I made with Aaliyah. Well, Christy didn't seem to mind. He smiled, "Why don't you come sit on my cock." Besides, he had just wasted a load of his semen on her chest, and all of his seed needed to pump into her fertile cunt.

Christy's pussy was on fire as she briskly walked from the janitor's closet. Why did I find it so hot watching my boyfriend fool around with another girl? She squeezed her thighs together, remembering those wonderful tits wrapped around her boyfriend's hard cock. The damn coven has turned me on to women, and sharing one with Kyle would be ... perfect. Tomorrow night's date couldn't come soon enough for the horny teen.

She gripped the hairs in her hand, striding towards one of the chemistry labs. Mr. Iñiguez, the chemistry teacher, should be at lunch, and she needed a place to figure out what was going on. Someone had cast a spell on her boyfriend and Chyna, and neither could control what was happening to them in there.

It had to be someone in the Coven.

Anger burned in her. They were supposed to be her sisters; that's one of the reasons why she had joined. She hadn't joined to be forced into being Ms. Franklin's little, lesbian sex toy, or to have them fuck with her relationship with Kyle! Power and sisterhood is what she had been promised, power to protect her loved ones—to heal her mother!

The chemistry class was locked, but a quick prayer to Hecate, Goddess of Magic solved that problem, and she slipped in. She gathered her supplies: a beaker full of distilled water to act as the base, a pinch of sulfur, a drop of nitric acid, and a few flakes of rust. She mixed it all together and placed the beaker on a Bunsen burner, bringing it to a boil.

She shoved her hands in her panties for the last ingredient, pinching her clit; a delicious shudder passed through her. She leaned against the counter, digging her fingers deep inside her juicy pussy. She pictured Kyle fucking Chyna doggy style, her big, dusky tips flopping as he banged the slut hard.

"Let me eat you!" the slut would moan. I'd grab her pigtails and pull her mouth deep into my pussy. She'd stick her tongue up my snatch, eating me out while I stared into Kyle's dark, almond-shaped eyes. We'd share the little whore together.

Her fingers pumped faster while her other hand massaged her small breast through her bra and panties.

After we both had cum, then Kyle would stick his big dick in me. He'd fuck me so hard and I would kiss him and stare into his eyes as we shared our love. My breasts would rub against his muscular chest and we'd cum together!

She shuddered, climaxing on her two fingers and moaning loudly, "Oh Kyle! I love you! Fuck me!" Her orgasm trembled through her, and she panted, pulling out her sticky fingers, then let a single drop of her passion fall into the boiling solution.

It flashed amber.

Let's see what we're dealing with here.

She dropped the two hairs into the solution. It turned first pearl-white, Chyna's color, and then went crystal clear. Kyle has a diamond aura? The strongest aura she had ever seen was Ms. Franklin's celestite aura, almost crystal clear. Christy herself only had an amber aura, a middling strength, but she was the third most powerful in the coven after Lorrie's opal aura and Ms. Franklin's celestite.

"Goddess Hecate, reveal to me what curse lies upon these two souls!"

Smoke issued: red and black. She touched the smokes. The red was a lust spell, easily counterspelled, and was driving Chyna and Kyle to be irresistibly drawn to each other. But what is this black spell? She let a finger trail into the black.

She shuddered, ripping her finger back. A slave spell.

Chyna was Kyle's now. Neither would feel complete without Kyle dominating her. She stuck her finger back into the oily smoke and let her senses probe further. How to break it? She'd never come across this sort of spell before. It was evil. Maybe this wasn't the work of the coven? The spell was tied to the embryo growing inside Chyna's womb, fertilized by Kyle's sperm.

The lust spell drove them to fuck, she mused. And the slave spell triggered when her egg was quickened. I can't break that spell without... She shuddered, unwilling to do that. She sighed, resigned to sharing her boyfriend with his pregnant sex slave.

Then a naughty thought popped into her head. Kyle could hardly mind sharing her with me. So she gathered new ingredients and set about breaking the lust spell so at least they could keep their hands off each other during school.

And then I'll need to figure out who cast this spell and why.

Chyna's juicy cunt sank down on his cock, engulfing him in her warm embrace. Kyle groaned, leaning back as he sat on the step ladder and holding the hot, dusky girl in his arms. They kissed as she squeezed her cunt around his cock.

And then she fucked him.

"Oh, yes! Fill me up! So hard!" she gasped. "I love your cock!"

"You'd do anything for my cock, wouldn't you?"

"I would! Anything. I'm your slave, Master!"

Images of a Japanese girl, tied up and covered in cum, that Kyle had seen on the internet flashed through his mind. "You'd let me tie you up and jerk off on you!"

"Oh, yes!" she moaned. "You could do anything to me! Spank me, fuck me, tie me up!"

She kept riding him, and his hands found her tight ass. He was going to spank her. Maybe I should let Christy and Aaliyah take turns spanking her ... before I have Aaliyah release her. He gave her ass a stinging smack, and she bucked harder on top of him, her cunt tightening on his shaft.

"You could degrade me and I'd love it! Piss on me, make me lick your asshole, tattoo 'Kyle's Slave' on my butt!" Her cunt spasmed on his cock, cumming at just the idea of being mistreated. "I'm yours!"

He held her tight, her boobs rubbing against his chest as he savored her spongy-hot cunt about his cock. He squeezed her asscheeks and sucked at her neck. He wanted to leave a hickey, to mark Chyna as his!

"Cum in me, Master!" she cooed in his ear. "Flood my pussy with your hot cum and knock me up! I want to nurse you when my tits are full of breast milk!"

He needed to get her pregnant. He need to make sure that—

Warmth flushed through him and they stopped fucking. The intense drive, the incredible lust, vanished. Confusion filled Chyna's hazel eyes as she peered into his. Then she smiled, and kissed him, and her hips started moving. "We need to hurry, Master," she whispered. "We'll be late to class."

Kyle had been so lost in their sex he had forgotten all about class. But he had to cum; his cock was buried in her cunt and even though that great ardor had passed, he still needed to get his rocks off. He gave Chyna a kiss as she slammed her hips on him. His orgasm drew near; his body tensed. He moaned and flooded her cunt, that wonderful, pulsing bliss flooding his veins, peaking every time another load of his cum shot into her pussy.

She hugged him tight, nuzzling his neck. "I meant it," she whispered. "I'm yours to do with as you please."

"I..." What did you say to that? "Okay. We should probably go to class."

She nodded, and slid off of him, then froze. "Um ... there's cum on your shirt."

His shirt was sticky with his cum, rubbed off from her tits during their fucking. He concentrated, hoping Aaliyah would sense him. Yes, my love her voice echoed in his head. She seemed distracted.

I wish that Chyna and my clothes were cleaned and we were presentable.

Suddenly their clothes were fresh and clean, the cum gone, and their faces were no longer flushed and sweaty. She'd even cleaned the mess between Chyna's thighs and her panties appeared on the floor beside them.

Chyna looked at him, perplexed. "I have a ... uh ... genie wife."

She cocked her head, then she shrugged. "Of course you do. My master would be a special man."

I'm proud of you, my husband. You're getting over your hangups with sex.

Yeah, you can fix Chyna. I wish that you remove whatever spell you cast on her.

There was a pause. I cannot fix her. It is not in my power. Someone else cast the spell.

But surly you can break the spell!

Not hearth or harem. I'm sorry, my love, but these are the restrictions placed upon me.

Do you know who cast the spell?

Divination is not part of hearth or harem.

A chill settled on Kyle. Someone in the school had a twisted sense of humor and Kyle couldn't figure out why anyone would do it except to break him and Christy up. "Fuck," he muttered.

"See you tomorrow," Christy told Kyle, kissing him. She had to stay after school for DECA, a student business club she was a part of.

"Sure. Can't wait for our date."

Christy blushed at his implication. "I can't wait either."

"Master," Chyna smiled and ran up, throwing her arms around him and kissing her boyfriend. She suppressed her jealousy, knowing neither could help it. That Goddess damned spell is to blame! Who cast it? When I find out! Oohh! I'm gonna throttle them!

"Not at school," Kyle muttered, his cheeks darkening with a blush. "There's already rumors about us."

"Sorry." She had a sheepish expression. "I want to come home with you and serve you."

"You can't. I need time to figure out how to explain our relationship to my mom and your parents. So be patient."

She looked crestfallen and Christy beat her jealousy back down. "Yes, Master," she pouted

Britney leaned against Kyle's car, staring that the three of them. Her glasses were thick, magnifying her green eyes. Christy always thought there was something off about the nerdy girl and never quite understood the friendship between her and Kyle. Why is she frowning? Christy shot her a dirty look. It was none of her business how complicated Christy and Kyle's relationship had become today.

Christy checked her cell phone. "I got to run. Love you." Another kiss, and she jogged back into the school.

A chill settled over her. Who had cast that spell? Could it have been one of the coven? And if it was, what did that mean? Was this an indirect attack on me? What if it was Ms. Franklin? The woman's possessiveness of her had unnerved Christy. Her coven mistress seemed to feel that she owned all of the coven, including Christy. Was this her attempt to break us up?

Things are getting so strange.

Kyle pulled his Ford Taurus into his driveway. The house was quiet. And very clean. Too clean. His mom tried to keep it tidy, but she worked full time, and Kyle and Fatima had active lives, so sometimes it got away from them. Kyle figured this was Aaliyah's work. I guess that would fall under hearth.

His cock grew excited thinking about his wife. It was weird to think about her that way. He was even more surprised to discover how much he missed her. Christy seemed cool with his newfound, polygamous ways and that alleviated the guilt he had been feeling. He had a good hour-and-a-half before he had to leave for Kendo. He should do his homework, but his dick vetoed that idea.

"Aaliyah," he called out.

In your bedroom, she purred in his mind. So sexy; his cock grew hard.

Kyle took the stairs two at a time, heart thudding. He opened the door to his bedroom and his jaw dropped. Not one, but two sexy girls lounged on his bed wearing skimpy negligees. He didn't immediately recognize that the second girl was his little sister, too focused on her budding breasts cupped in transparent, pink lace.

"Hey bro," she purred. He gaped.

Aaliyah was behind her, wearing a matching yellow slip, her body pressed against Fatima's back, arms wrapped around his sister, hands exploring Fatima's youthful charms. His sister's almond-shaped eyes fluttered as Aaliyah's hand slid beneath her lingerie's hem and clearly played with her pussy.

"Oh, yes," she gasped. "Do you like what you see, big bro!"

He didn't know what to think. This is one of my fantasies come to life!

"Why don't you come join us, husband," Aaliyah cooed.

Fatima gasped, eyes widening. Aaliyah's finger must have just shoved inside her. His cock ached to be free, to bury in his little sister's cunt and revel in such tabooed sex. But she's my little sister!

She's your smoking hot, little sister!

"I want to make love to you, Kyle. Please! I've been fantasizing about you for a year. It's all I want. Make love to me!"

"It's wrong." He ignored his lust.

Fatima lifted the hem of her pink negligee and exposed Aaliyah's hand pumping away inside her juicy pussy. "I think you need some incentive," his sister purred, then rolled over and kissed his genie wife on the lips.

Their tongues flashed; sighs of passion escaped their lips. Kyle couldn't take his eyes away. This was lesbian porn played out in his bed starring his sister and his wife. They both had dusky bodies, Aaliyah's more brown, Fatima's more olive. The genie kissed at her neck, her hands pushing up the front of his sister's lingerie. Her breasts were just budding, topped with dark, erect nipples.

"Oh, Aaliyah!" Fatima gasped, her almond-shaped eyes fixing on his. "I love it when you suck my nipples. It makes me so wet!"

The little tease! Sweat broke out on his forehead. He desperately tried to look away. But it was just so ... hot!

"Let me suck your tits!"

"Sure," Aaliyah purred and her yellow negligee vanished, her round, dusky breasts heaving as Fatima engulfed her nipple. "Oh, my husband! Her tongue is amazing. You need to feel it on your cock!"

"Umm, I can't wait!" his sister cooed, licking her lips, before engulfing her nipples.

Neither could Kyle. Think about Christy! This is wrong! He tried to picture his girlfriend as he always imagined her naked, but he couldn't get the image of his sister kissing her way down Aaliyah's smooth stomach, drawing closer and closer to the genie's pussy.

What's the harm? that lustful voice in his head whispered.

She's my sister!

Look at how cute her ass is, the way it curves, the pale-olive tint, the cleft leading down to her delights. Those breasts, just budding. Imagine those nipples between your lips, her tight, juicy cunt around your cock.

"Oh, Fatima!" Aaliyah gasped.

His sister feasted on the genie's pussy, her face buried amid the black hair. Fatima wiggled that succulent rear and he caught flashes of her tight slit, juicy, a down of dark hair sprouting about the slit. Aaliyah moaned and purred, squeezing her tits.

"She wants you, Kyle!" his wife gasped. "She needs to feel your cock insider her. It's her dream, her desire! Don't deny her!"

"Please, Kyle," she begged. Her lips were sticky with Aaliyah's rapture.

He wanted to taste them. He couldn't control himself anymore, his lust burned away all rational thought. He cupped her face; she threw her arms around his neck. They kissed. Her tongue shoved eagerly into his mouth, her lips tasted spicy and wonderful. His clothes vanished—Aaliyah's work—and her naked body pressed against his, and he savored the way his sister writhed, full of joy and passion, so soft and silky and hot.