Chapter 381: Witches and Power

Now to show that I can be a god!

When Eve, the weather witch, could stop laughing, she was sitting where I told her. I had distracted her to the point that she stopped pushing more energy into the hurricane she sent toward the island.

“Thank you, Eve,” I told her. “Relax. You are done for today. If you piss me off, you will be done forever, destined to look your age as you wait for eternity, unless someone kills you first.”

“You arrogant little bastard, David, do you think you are a god or something? How do you think you can even touch a single hair on my head?” Eve asked angrily.

Pictures can say a thousand words. Memories contain trillions of images. Better to show you all.

I waited for her to stop ranting and then said, “Eve, you are only here because the one you feared most is gone. Even you never felt someone with that much power, and she wanted yours to add to her own. Before being trapped in cooled lava, she would have had it too. Am I a god? That depends on how each person defines a god. If you think her a goddess, then I am a god. Seeing is believing, but your storm approaches too quickly to let you enjoy the whole show.”

I pushed out the short version of my time with the lady in the rock before taking her back to her own time. Then, to make my point, I expanded my shield into a small tube that I pushed to where Eve was now sitting on her butt, seething in anger. At her end, I put it around her to pull her inside. I found that the weather witch that sent the blizzard during the Washington DC field trip was one of her more recent apprentices. I didn’t give that image to the girls, but I made sure Eve know her apprentice failed because of me. Eve recoiled when she felt the seemingly infinite amount of raw power that I had stored up inside me.

“Do you still want to play, or can I get to keep my guests safe from your storm?” I asked Eve.

Instantly, she stopped doing her work on the storm. It was already a category two when she quit pushing power into it. The first outer bands were approaching quickly. Behind me, I could hear an alert going out to get everyone inside to shelter.

I picked up the girl that had been using her skills to get me hard so she could fuck me into my arms. My dick slid home easily. I pulled back my shield from the weather witch and instead put it over the entire resort and floating hospital island. I never felt even a mild power draw.

I held hands with two of the girls, and the last girl held their hands. I reached out into the storm to pull in the lightning first. It went through the five of us before going into the tower to shunt to the ground. That first round of storms became nothing more than a summer rain shower.

I switched out the girls, got my dick notched against this girl’s cherry, and started to make out a bit as we waited on the next band of thunderstorms. When they were close enough, I bypassed the lightning entirely. I pulled out all the energy in the storm that made it more potent than only a rain shower. She had a hard time getting her breath when I lifted her off my dick and watched the river of cum run out from her.

Damn, this is a big fucking storm.

Slip the next girl on my dick, suck the power from the storm to weaken it, cum, and repeat.

The first band of light rain soaking us by the time the eye of the hurricane was close enough for me to reach inside.

“So, have you enjoyed me getting you pregnant as we enjoyed fucking as a big group in a monster set of storms? Usually, we don’t get together as a group, so we go play in storms solo. It is something special that I wanted to share with you while I took each of your virginities,” I asked. “Don’t expect ever to get sex this amazing again unless it is with someone like us. I will let you in on a secret. We don’t have any control over getting off each time we pull lightning into us. Well, you don’t, at least. Does it even matter?”

The last girl to lose her virginity to me said, “You are right. It is so much better with a guy than alone. I hope you don’t mind that I vaporized my hymen when you put your round peg against my hole. Your dick was the first-ever inside me there, but I long ago learned how to use things inside me to get me off. They were only things that wouldn’t tear my hymen until after my being by lightning multiple times. I was visiting my grandmother when it happened, so the people that found me took me to the local hospital. I don’t remember fucking myself with anything before the storm hit, but the hospital assumed I got raped. The hospital didn’t have private rooms for children, so I shared a bay with six other girls who were raped. They were there for protection and to allow them to heal, including their hymens. I thought I was going insane the first two days when I started seeing their torn cherries right through the curtain, doctors, beds, and everything else between us. My family thought I was at the other’s home, so no one missed me. I tried to tell them who my grandmother was, but they didn’t believe me. I wouldn’t be there if I were her granddaughter, and the officials weren’t about to go to her to ask if she was missing a grandchild. Only no one could find me for my birthday party, and they found me at that hospital six weeks later. I started looking right at each girl’s pussy when during their examinations that first week. During the second week, anytime I closed my eyes, I looked at one of their cherries as they healed. Then I started seeing the ones for other girls who weren’t raped but had sex the first time recently. When I got used to that, I started seeing the energy inside as their bodies repairing the tears. I looked at my cherry to see my body doing the same thing, slowly. I experimented with the other girls to try to get them to heal faster. After two weeks, I fixed my hymen back to how my family expects it to look. It only takes me a few hours now.”

Before she could give us any more details, a long rumble of thunder hit our ears. The hurricane got fed more energy to intensify it. I checked Eve, and she was sitting there doing nothing. I didn’t have to take long to find the source. It was one of the psychotic kids, who wasn’t a kid and hadn’t been for ninety years. Whatever made her as she is now freezing her body in time with half-developed tits, peach fuzz on her pussy, and a cock socket remained the same size she had before puberty. She had a lot of anger toward her family as a result. They had long ago perished at her hand, and now she wanted to wipe out the entire bloodline. The hurricane was now a category three with the re-energized outer bands twenty miles offshore. I pulled all the energy from her and put a bubble over the place to keep her asleep. After I sent a message to the psych ward to heavily medicate her to keep her sedated, I connected to the triplets to have them take over in keeping that girl out of action.

I grabbed the closest of the girls, bent her over a railing, lined my dick up, and then pulled in the lightning.

That weather witch is much better than Eve.

The girls joined me in pulling the lightning to us as I drained the storm’s energy. Unlike Eve’s technique, the other weather witch had done something to keep the power from being pulled out of the hurricane or outer bands.

“Counter the energy type,” one of the girls yelled.

Damn, I never thought about that. That is the first thing people like us will learn.

With an ocean filled with every color of energy, I had what I needed. I pulled in the opposite colors into the center of the hurricane. Without a weather witch feeding more in to strengthen it, the storm wasn’t more than some high winds and rain.

“I hope you aren’t mad, but I fixed all the girl’s cherries already,” the girl said that told us about that before. “You pulled out when you started doing something different. It felt better than any of the lightning, but it was too intense for us. No woman should ever cum that hard for so long. We are still mostly teenage girls, so we enjoyed it as long as possible and then had to pull back. I had to do something while we waited on you to finish. I don’t like sucking dick or having it in my ass like the other three. You had so much raw power to tap into that I was able to do it quickly now, and again when you tore right through one of theirs again. It has been a way to practice, and I didn’t mind redoing mine sixteen times. You are hard to resist when not channeling lightning and storm energy. When you are, then I don’t want to resist.”

The other girls pretty much had the same sentiments.

One of the others did say, “You said there are more like us. How many more? Do you feel ill when some people come around you?”

“Yes, there are more like us, but there aren’t many because of those people who make you feel deathly ill. They are referred to as seekers because they can find people like us. Governments worldwide, plus who knows how many mad scientists use seekers to track us down. Those they find end up in a lab somewhere playing lab rat until the people there decide they will start taking out parts of their brains to learn how we are what we are. Imagine the armies of people like us. We can do things that would kill or incapacitate large groups of people without ever firing a shot,” I explained and watched them all shiver as they got my point. “I reached out to a friend. They will contact a group of people like us to reach out to you when you get home. These groups are very good at helping you learn what you can do and how powerful you may be. None require you to have anything to do with them, but they will offer to help you if you need it. I’ve met a few people who don’t want to be part of any organization, but sometimes you need to be able to disappear to a safe place for a while.”

They all agreed that it is probably a good idea.

Before we headed back into the tunnel to the resort, I told them all, “I feel bad about doing this, but it is for your protection. You will be able to remember the joys of being pulling lightning to you, just not where or with anyone. Even our having sex out here will also be wiped from your memory. You have your cherry grown back, so I will leave it to your mind to find a logical conclusion. Before that happens, though, I will give you something you will remember.”

I taught them how to rid themselves of being pregnant, which they all said would mess things up for them right now. The one girl showed us how she got their hymens to regrow. After having me pop their regrown cherries, each found that they could speed up the process a little bit but would only be a bit less than the usual healing time. The one benefit was that they could fix even tiny tears to make it as before having sex or using something that tore it.

The triplets took care of erasing the four girl’s memories as I went to deal with Eve.

As I came back into the resort, I got redirected to where they had a high-speed boat waiting for me to find Eve. She could be long gone by now. I headed out to where I remembered her being relative to the island. It was a smaller island with a dock, helipad, and not much else. I didn’t see any boats or aircraft. When I reached out to find her, she was still sitting where I told her.

“I hoped you would come,” she told me as she stood up. “Come, walk with me. My home is on the far side of this small island. We have much to discuss. I believe.”

Her home was a massive mansion. The forest overgrew it a long time ago. We had to go through what I think of when I imagine a witch doctor’s place in a swamp somewhere. The walls were adorned with various, clearly, expensive trinkets. She saw that I could tell they were expensive but of little value.

“People all have specific expectations when they come here to contract my services,” she told me. “You are the first person that I have invited into my home in over one hundred years, but we aren’t the only two present within its walls. The last I invited in is the one who caused the storm to become more than I agreed. That woman has been a thorn in my side. She was born psychotic and only had herself to blame for her body stopping development shortly after becoming a woman. The girl manipulated me into feeling pity for her plight, for I was also a weather witch. When you connected to me, you saw me as I would appear if my body aged at all. As I’m sure you have heard many times before, our gift is also our curse. Your eyes see me is how I was the day my controlling the weather killed the first person. Unlike your captive, my brother and I found ourselves rutting away as our hormones overtook the control of our minds. He never penetrated far enough to enter me before he got his. I was tainted goods for getting sperm inside me from someone other than my husband on my wedding night. My brother got shamed for having made me unworthy of marriage.

Eve paused her story to go put on a kettle to make tea.

When she returned, Eve continued, “My village elder knew I was different when I was born. I had the mark of a weather witch. It faded two weeks after I was born, indicating that I was going to be very powerful. Most like me have it gone in under two days, and thus they are lucky ever to learn to do more than how to rain on someone’s parade. As I grew older, the village elder brought in shamans to test my power and knowledge. They guided me through learning how to bring rain to our village’s crops, use the wind to redirect storms, dissipate tornados, and even how to freeze part of a stream swollen by rain waters to slow the speed at which it flowed. My body was as perfect as it would get the day that evil motherfucker came into my village. He was like the other shamans who came to teach me about my gift, except he led me from my home and tricked me into creating a monster storm to cleanse the land, he said. It did that all right. He found I was powerful and guided me into making as powerful of a thunderstorm as I could to let him gauge my ability. When I was unable to add any more energy to what I created, I learned that the storm’s power must then dissipate on its own. I spawned dozens of miles-wide tornados. Nothing in their path remained after they passed, except for me. One of those tornados hit my village.”

She stopped to make us tea and then cried silently for a bit. I wanted to comfort her but didn’t trust her not to be screwing with my head. Eve has lived a very long time.

“It has been a very long time since I have thought about that day, David. I was barely sixteen years old when it happened,” she told me. “I will never know why because he was gone when I realized what I had done. He had no way he could have survived. Only the small area under my feet remained unaffected. Those tornadoes were so powerful that they stripped away even the soil as they passed over it. If there had been radiation, you would think a nuke hit where I stood. I killed all life for fifty miles in all directions. That is when my gift became my curse. I have no idea how it works, only that my body hasn’t changed since the first person died. It took me days to walk those fifty miles to find food, but my grief kept me company. I soon learned that weather witches had done similar things in exchange for what they need to survive.”

Eve undressed to show me that she did indeed have the flawless body of a sixteen-year-old girl, except that she never had another period, got sick, or changed her body by working out or overeating. She still needed to eat to give her body nutrients. I can’t imagine being centuries old. Her breasts were no sag, B-cups sitting high on her chest. That specific day she became cursed, Eve’s body had reached the point of being as perfect as it ever would be.

She moved over beside me and reached to hold my hand while telling me, “As you see, my breasts are small enough that I bind them down not to show. I learned how to not piss all over my legs when standing. My voice has always been closer to that of a man than a woman. It let me give the appearance of a young-looking male trying to make his way as a shaman. When I turned forty, I had learned many things that helped me be many things. Some included that of a fortune-teller, card reader, and any number of other similar professions. I never stole from anyone, but I can’t say I didn’t give them what they believed they wanted in exchange for what I needed to live. I never even realized where I was the day I found myself back on the hill where that man tricked me into killing hundreds of people. The spot and I had both remained unchanged. It was a patch of grass surrounded by nature’s attempt to reclaim the ground. When I sat down to cry as I remembered what he tricked me into doing, damn if another bastard didn’t bring yet another there to do their work. She wasn’t even ten, and by her luck, not strong enough to do more than summon rain for the crops of ten villages. He did his little dance, said some incoherent sounds, make random gestures, and scammed those people into paying him their precious items to bring them rain. The little girl he kidnapped when he found she was a weather witch. I ensured that the rains came, but I used the wind to carry the dust of those who died by my hand into the clouds. I then heated the air so that the rain was hot enough to give mild first-degree burns. As far as the people from those villages were concerned, he angered whatever god they prayed to, and he found himself a sacrifice made in their attempt to regain favor. He always tied the girl up in a place where she wouldn’t be found and coated her in something that smelled of death so bad that animals would not approach.”