The Witch's Offering
Copyright© 2019 by BluDraygn
Chapter 9
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Ren is a total tecno-geek with a penchant for striking out with the ladies. Despite being a fairly handsome man, this leaves him 22 years old and still holding his V-card. A witch he meets at a nightclub thinks he has exactly what she needs.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Consensual Magic Mind Control Fiction Fairy Tale School Furry Were animal Demons Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Water Sports Public Sex Geeks Nudism
“Pull over! Pull over! Pull over!” shouted Ren.
Kat barely brought the car to a shuddering halt on the side of the road before Ren threw the door open and attempted to expel the contents of his already empty stomach. After nearly a minute of retching, his belly stopped heaving, but Ren continued leaning over, repeatedly spitting out the thick saliva that accompanied throwing up out of his mouth. As he sat up he saw that Kat had turned around in her seat and was holding out a bottle of water to him.
“Are you going to be okay?” she asked as he took the bottle from her and poured some into his mouth before spitting it on the ground outside. He rinsed his mouth out a second time to wash away the lingering taste of vomit before answering.
“I just saw four men die, and the woman who should be a corpse lying next to them just gave me a blowjob. No, I’m not fucking all right.” Ren answered glaring at her.
“Man up, ya whiny bitch,” snapped Paress. “That blowjob saved Sophie’s life. Instead of crying about getting your dick sucked, be happy something good came from it.”
“Go easy on him, demon,” said Kat. “It’s clear he’s never been in a firefight like that. The fact that he’s not curled up in a ball on the floorboards, or even crying for that matter, is actually kind of impressive. There’s a blanket in the middle compartment,” said the cat, addressing the demon and pointing at the middle of the back seat. “Cover up with it. The light from those healing runes will make it hard to drive and might draw the attention of any passing police.”
Ren looked over and saw red-tinted demonic runes crisscrossing Sophie’s body. They glowed brightly enough to show plainly through her clothing and the ones on her exposed skin lit up the inside of the car.
“You’ve got a point,” Paress sighed as she folded down the compartment and pulled the blanket out, “but I still have the taste of his cum on my tongue, which means he should be laying back blissed the fuck out, not puking and bitching about me emptying his balls.”
“Not everything revolves around sex, Paress,” said Ren.
“You’re talking to a succubus. Yes, it does,” she said unfolding the blanket and laying it over her body. “Damn, this blanket is soft but also warm. I’m going to roast in a few minutes covered up like this.”
“You live in hell, I doubt a little heat is going to bug you. How are you doing?” Kat asked as she turned around and pulled back out onto the road the car shook and jerked.
“Horny.”
“You’re a succubus. That’s a given,” she said, her voice strained. The crash affected the car’s alignment and Ren noticed the cat-girl struggling to keep them on the pavement. “How is Sophie doing?”
“Still out. I’m keeping her asleep until we’re somewhere safe, and I wasn’t kidding about waking her up with a dick inside her. Since the one she’d rather have fuck her isn’t available,” Paress shot a meaningful glance at Ren, “if there are any men wherever you’re taking us, I’d like to borrow one for an hour or so.”
“That still sounds like a bad idea,” said Ren.
Paress shook her head. “I’ve been with her long enough the pleasure will help stabilize her mental state when she wakes up. This isn’t my first rodeo, and don’t underestimate the power of a succubi’s influence. The last thing she remembers is a brief moment of extreme pain, and she’ll wake up to the blinding pleasure of an orgasm. A vessel’s first brush with death is always hard on them. We’ve discovered over the centuries that this is actually the best way to help them deal with it.”
Kat shivered. “I can’t imagine the mental whiplash of going through a windshield and into the back of a truck one moment to waking up mid-orgasm the next. The thought makes my skin crawl.”
“Obviously, this wouldn’t work with a regular human woman, but hosting demons changes people, and being tainted by a succubi’s lust drastically changes how a vessel’s mind works,” said the demon with a shrug. “Trust me, if I can find a cock to borrow, she’ll be good as new in a few hours.”
“I’m not saying I don’t trust you, Paress,” said Ren. “It just feels very wrong.”
“Go read some books by A.N. Roquelaure and tell me you feel the same way afterward. But for this, let the demons worry about demon shit.”
“Fair enough.”
A short time later, Kat turned off the main road and pulled up to a set of large Victorian-style gates. Ren felt a slight tingle pass through his body and noticed Paress squirm uncomfortably at the same time. A few seconds later, they heard a loud, mechanical thump before the gates began slowly opening. The road beyond wound back and forth through a forest for the next few minutes before a clearing revealed a large mansion. Kat ignored the large circular driveway and veered off onto a side road that brought them around to the side of the building where an enormous garage stood with one of the doors open and waiting for them.
Once inside, the garage door closed behind them, rising up from the ground with alarming speed. A series of whirrs and clanks followed the door’s closing, which made Ren think it would take a tank to get through the door.
Kat hopped out and opened Ren’s door then offered him a hand.
“I’m good,” he said, waving her off, “see if Sophie needs help.”
“I don’t need any fucking help,” growled Paress as she threw her door open and climbed out. “Sophie’s body is completely healed. I thought I told you that.”
“I thought you were just trying to save her life?” asked Ren, grudgingly taking Kat’s hand.
“I was. Did you think I’d stop there and just leave her in pain?”
“That wasn’t what he meant, Paress,” said Kat, as she led them toward an elevator door. “It sounded like you needed Ren’s power just to save her.”
“I did, but battery boy there gave me a lot extra, so I was able to finish the job on the way here.”
The elevator opened as they approached and a flood of the safehouse’s personnel poured out. Two of them unfolded the wheelchairs as two more pushed out a medical gurney.
Kat waved them away. “We don’t need those,” she said, “none of us are injured.”
“The report said one was gravely wounded,” said a dog morph wearing a nametag that said Chief Physician and appeared to be in charge of the medical staff
“She healed herself on the way here,” Kat explained, directing their attention to Sophie, cheerfully waving at them in her blood-stained clothing. “Ren is shaken by the experience, but neither he nor I sustained any injuries.”
“Lethe will hang me by my ears if I don’t give you a full examination,” said the dog.
“After debrief,” said a tall woman in a black suit followed by six men and women dressed similarly as she strode around the medical personnel. The speaker stopped in front of Kat and crossed her arms. “After the incident, you stopped on the way here. “Why?”
It was Kat’s turn to look shaken as she met the woman’s gaze. “Ren was feeling ill after the incident. I pulled over so he could vomit, Ma’am.”
“Was a mess in the car worth your safety?”
“No, Ma’am.”
“Then you should have let him throw up in the car. I’m disappointed, Katherine. I trained you better than this. Proceed as planned. I’ll decide on a fitting punishment at a later date. However, I want a detailed description after your examination,” said the woman before stepping to the side and letting them pass. “Doctor, Miss Lethe is waiting to hear their report. Since they declared no injuries, you will have them after they are done.”
The dog morph waved his people to the side and let Kat, Ren, and Sophie, trailed by Katherine’s boss and her security detail, pass by.
After a short ride down in the elevator, Kat led them through a maze of tunnels lined with conduits and pipes before they reached a second elevator that took them up into the mansion they saw on the way in. The elevator opened up into a wide hallway lined with paintings, sculptures, and vases full of flowers on pedestal stands with a long plush rug running from end to end, but Kat almost immediately turned into one of the adjoining rooms. The sitting room they entered was itself a small library with shelves full of books that reached the ceiling on three sides and a large window on the outer wall. Couches, love seats, and chairs had been placed in a rough circle to create a conversation area, and the corner of the near wall opposite the door had a small bar where one of the house servants prepared tea for them.
Taking up part of the conversation circle was a large television showing Lethe sitting behind her desk, typing away on a laptop. Ren cringed inside when he saw the computer’s logo and rounded cut of the laptop lid’s corners. That manufacturer went to squared edges four years ago, which meant the laptop was a virtual dinosaur by today’s standards.
Two of the security detail took up positions near the window while two stayed outside in the hallway. The last of the security officers took up a position on the inside of the door as Kat’s boss found a place to sit before inviting them all to do the same.
After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, as she tapped away on the laptop, Lethe turned toward them. “There doesn’t appear to be any more activity from Belgrun’s people,” she said. “It looks like that was their only attempt for the night.”
“If you can tell that then how come we didn’t get any warning of this one?” asked Ren. Now that he was somewhere safe and the terror of being hunted had begun to fade, he could feel his anger rising.
Lethe seemed unfazed by his tone. “Belgrun has never had much influence here on Earth. But small followings like his are much more difficult to find. The cleanup team used retrace magic to learn what path they took to intercept you so we finally have an idea of what direction to look.”
“Direction? You don’t have a location?”
“Many people in the magic world do not like others looking over their shoulders. As such, there are many obfuscation barriers in this world. Where the Retrace spell ended may be one of Belgrun’s barriers, or it may just be a member of the magic world who wants some privacy. Either way, it terminated the spell, so we only have a direction. Regardless, if we detect Belgrun’s energies appearing in that area we’ll immediately take action.
“However, that may not be necessary. Xaal has people keeping an eye on some of his other compounds and hasn’t seen movement from either. She believes this is an indication that Belgrun has no plans for a second attack.”
“Maybe he thinks I’m dead.”
“Unlikely. If he knows of your existence, then he must know that you are under my protection. Had the incident gone poorly, Kat still had options to ensure your safety. It’s quite likely that they knowingly sent those men to their deaths. Demons closely aligned with wrath tend not to care much about the lives of their followers.”
“Then why follow them?”
“Similar interests,” said Paress. “Belgrun, and Wrath, smile on men who rape and kill. The more violent, the better. I’m sure Belgrun promises these men the opportunity to do that without worrying about consequences. In return, the acts make Belgrun stronger, especially if sex is involved.”
“I think I understood that, to a degree, but hearing you say it out loud makes it worse,” said Ren.
“That’s because you actually saw those men tonight,” said Kat.
“I won’t need to worry about that again, I suppose. But won’t there be an investigation by the police? Or will you use magic to make them just vanish?” he asked Lethe, but Kat’s boss answered.
“The cleanup crew will use a little magic to change the bullets in their wounds to match the rifling and firing pin patterns in each other’s guns, then take the bodies elsewhere and arrange them so it looks like they got into an argument and killed each other. The wounds she inflicted might be harder to explain,” she said, nodding toward Paress. “But humans are simple in that if the vast majority of evidence points toward a clear explanation, they often ignore or justify away any outlying information.”
“It’s hard to disagree with that,” said Ren. “By the way. Who are you?”
The woman’s eyes widened for a moment before she chuckled. “I was so annoyed when you arrived I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Margaret Snowpaw, Director of Security Training for Mistress Lethe and supervisor of this facility.”
“And am I correct in assuming you aren’t human?”
“You would. We Snowpaws are a tribe of werewolves from northern Canada. Not to be confused with the Himalayan Snowpaws who are a tribe of snow leopards.”
“Is this a thing with your security forces?” Ren asked Lethe. The question seemed frivolous even as he asked it, but the distracting conversation was helping his growing anger bleed away.
Lethe chuckled. “I have plenty of non-weres on my security force. However, Maggie and Jones’s Bellator forms are far faster and stronger than what most of the others are capable. Coupled with their enhanced hearing and smell as well as a strong sense of loyalty once you’ve earned their trust, they are ideal security officers in many ways.”
“And Jones has a big dick,” muttered Kat.
“He does,” Lethe answered, “and I quite enjoy it. However, the size of Jones’s equipment is not the matter at hand. Ren, the danger has mostly passed as far as we can tell. What would you like to do?”
“Am I not stuck here until Xaal’s fight?”
“That would be advisable, and I strongly suggest you do so. However, this is a safe house, not a prison, and you still have a life outside of the magical world.”
“Miss Lethe wouldn’t be offering this if she didn’t feel we could guarantee your safety,” said Margaret.
“Like you did this last time?” Ren shot back a little more forcefully than intended.
“We were not prepared for an attack of this kind, and for that, I apologize,” said Lethe from the TV screen. “Belgrun’s local faction is so small we determined they were not a threat. We were wrong.”
“It’s possible that the men killed tonight were the entirety of their forces here,” The Director said as she accepted a cup of tea from the bartender who then distributed the remaining cups on his tray to Ren, Kat, and Sophie.
“Possible, but you aren’t certain,” said Ren
Lethe shook her head. “Unfortunately, no. As I mentioned before, Belgrun has little influence here on Earth, and his faction was small enough to slip beneath our notice. We don’t know how many men he had before the attack, and can’t say for certain this was all of them.”
“But that means he could have a small army to send after me the next time.”
“A force that big would have drawn our attention long ago,” said Director Snowpaw. “I won’t say it’s impossible because with magic, nothing is impossible, but it’s so improbable it may as well be impossible.”
Ren looked over at Kat. “Can Kat stay with me?”
“No, she has duties elsewhere. But Sophie and Paress can.”
“We’ll make sure your balls stay empty. Even if we can’t fuck, I still have tits and asscheeks you can slide your cock between. Mmmmm. Now I really want to feel your cock rubbing up and down over my asshole. I’ll even hold my butt open so you can shoot inside.”
Ren hated to admit it, but the image in his head was causing a noticeable reaction in his groin. But, he didn’t want to be hard right now and was still annoyed with the demon over the uncomfortable blowjob she just gave him in the car, despite its necessity.
“I don’t want to hear a word out of you until Sophie is awake and we know she’s all right,” Ren growled.
“You’re no fun,” the demoness pouted. “Speaking of which—”
“Not now,” said Kat. “Wait until we’re done. Ren?”
Ren’s anger flared again, thanks to the succubus, and brought all the anger from before with it. Staying here was the safe choice, but he didn’t want safe right now. Lethe had put him in danger and then failed to warn them of the attack beforehand despite her amazing magical powers. She and the Director both seemed assured that they could protect him in the case of another one. Now he was pissed off and feeling petty enough to test that, knowing full well he might regret it later.
“If you think you can keep me safe, then I want to go back to school.”
“As you wish,” Lethe sighed. “Maggie, coordinate with Jones for Ren’s security and get one of the mages to help set up the necessary wards and barriers. Ren, while I am fine with you going to school, I am going to ask that you stay here at night until Xaal calls on you. If there is another attack, it’s easier to defend one person than five, and it removes the possibility of hostages.”
“But you’re going to let me go to a school filled with thousands of students?”
“Belgrun isn’t stupid enough to try a frontal attack at a school. If he did something to disrupt The Veil in a place like that, his head would roll, and Satan wouldn’t step in to save him.”
“Why would Satan need to step in?”
“The Arch-Magi who maintain the Veil is an assembly of the most powerful mages who have ever walked the earth,” the witch explained. “Powerful enough that only a god can stand in their way. I hate to admit that even I would stand no chance against them, which is why protecting the Veil is always a priority in anything we do. Taking out a demon like Belgrun would be child’s play to them, and if he upset them enough, that’s exactly what they would do. The same goes for anyone in the magical world.”
“Believe it or not, but entire wars within the magical world have to be planned with the Veil in mind, or else one side may just cease to exist,” added Margaret. “Vessels, retainers, and followers fall under the umbrella of the magical world, just as you do now. An attack somewhere as public as a university would be seen by the Veil as no different than if I changed into my Bellator form and charged in there. Even if they are using mundane weapons, subsequent human investigations could threaten to reveal our presence. It’s why they chose to attack you tonight on a little used road, instead of earlier at the university.”
Ren looked over at Lethe. “Then what about the night we met? There were hundreds of people there.”
“My club’s antics are well known and were even inspected by the Arch-Magi’s staff prior to opening. Once the club goes into lockdown, the Veil looks the other way until all of the humans have left with their altered memories.”
“Ren,” said Kat, yawning. “I know your nerd’s brain is fascinated by all this, but I was in a shootout earlier, and now I’m exhausted. If there’s nothing else, can we wrap this up?”
“Very well,” said Lethe. “You are dismissed, but don’t forget you still need the doctor to look you over.”
“As long as he doesn’t mind me sleeping on the examination table,” the cat replied, stifling another yawn.
“You incompetent witch! How the fuck did this happen?” Xaal shouted through the viewing portal floating above Lethe’s desk.
Lethe didn’t respond immediately as she skimmed through the latest report from the cleanup team. “Kat and Sophie handled the situation. Aside from being shaken from seeing someone get shot and killed for the first time, Ren is perfectly fine. From Paress’s account, you probably already know that Ren helped save your vessel’s life.”
“Paress was simply protecting my investment. Why didn’t you stop them before the attack?”
The witch took a few moments to finish the report before saying, “I wondered the same thing. my people are telling me they borrowed some magic from the Plane of Greed. They found the remnants of mobile obfuscation barriers. It’s how they got so far into my territory unseen.”
“Bullshit, Lethe. Greed doesn’t allow anyone to have those spells.”
“From what I know of Belgrun, he likely didn’t get them on his own. I think we can assume it’s this benefactor from Wrath that procured them.
“That’s just as unlikely. Wrath destroys and Greed hoards. They don’t get along.”
“Everything has a price,” said Lethe. “My bigger question is, who has the resources to waste two very expensive spells on what was essentially a suicide mission from the start? Those are spells for moving high-level dignitaries and nobles in secret, not a handful of thugs to take out a college student.
“This is one of the few times that I don’t think you’re seeing the larger picture, Lethe,” said Xaal.
The witch thought for a moment nodding. “I see what you mean. Ren isn’t just a college kid. He’s the key to keeping Lust out of Wrath’s hands. In that respect, I can almost see the justification. But still, who in Hell has those kinds of resources?”
Xaal shuddered. “I don’t want to think about that.”
“Hey, Ren,” called Paress as they left the safehouse’s medical wing. Kat had been examined and released before them since she had an ass-chewing coming from Director Snowpaw before the cat would get any rest.
Ren ignored her and kept walking.
“Hey! Ren?!” the demoness yelled, jogging to get in front of him. She spun around in his path, stopping him in the middle of the hallway.