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“Are you sure you’re willing?” the lady asked, manoeuvring around the cluttered room stirring this and adding sprinkles of this to the other. Her dark robes swished behind her as she danced between piles of books, awkwardly placed furniture and assorted bags and boxes.

The man managed only a grunt, or perhaps a moan, it was hard to tell. He had come entirely of his free will, a respondent to a witches wanted poster requesting “enthusiastic and willing men who know their rightful places at the feet of their Queens”. It hadn’t taken him entirely long to discover himself gagged, blindfolded and tied naked to a chair.

Saliva trailed meekly down his chest as it fell from his mouth in his attempts to answer through his gag. His wrists and ankles wrestled with the bindings around the chair. His eyes searched for light behind a mask that offered nothing. Outside of the feeling of his bindings or the grain of his wooden throne, his senses were muted entirely. Everything was dark.

“That’s a good boy, I knew you would say yes!” the witch said excitedly tapping the contents of a vial into a rather large black cauldron for how little liquid was in there. “Eye of a newt, feather of a phoenix and just enough dragon blood to make sure your passion burns all night.” she said, a sideways glance to see his reaction.

The man groaned and wrestled against the chair again.

“Ohhh relax, no one uses those ingredients anymore. That’s all fairy tales and hocus pocus,” she waved her hand magically over the bubbling pot “everyone knows the real magic comes from the witch herself.”

As she withdrew her hand the contents of the pot bubbled wildly, it spat and hissed, its colours rolled through the colours of the rainbow before settling on something close to electric blue. She scooped its contents into a small cup and smelt it. Her nose wrinkled and she recoiled slightly at the smell.

“I must say, I’m glad it’s you that drinks this and not me.” she said, moving towards the man, straddling his lap and reaching behind him to undo his gag. His cock instinctual throbbed against her, responding in delight to her touch.

“ughhh please… I don’t want dragon blood…” the man blurted out as the gag fell from his mouth, a trail of saliva following behind and joining the rest running down his chest and abs “I promise I’ll be a good boy, I don’t want…”

She had pressed a finger to his mouth, which he obligingly fell silent to. Her hand traced his jaw line softly and down his neck, his shoulders and across his chest. Her fingertips teased across his nipples before she pinched one quickly and hard. The man recoiled and let out a gasp, wriggling in his chair.

“Of course you will be good,” she said, twisting his nipple “now open your mouth, it’s time for your drink. Every last drop and if you spill any you will regret it. ”

The man sobbed, but opened his mouth as requested, allowing the contents of thecup to line his mouth. The smell was foul and the taste was worse. He gagged slightly, but swallowed quickly, afraid of coughing it back out and facing worse consequences.

“W-what was that Miss?” the man asked, his voice nervous and shy.

“Ohhh just a little something I’ve been working on,” the witch replied, moving off the man’s lap, discarding the cup and stroking his cock slowly “something to make you a little more fun for your Goddess.”

The man moaned to her touch, he tried to buck his hips harder and faster into her hand, but his bindings wouldn’t allow it. He sighed in frustration.

Distraction came to quickly to the man as he felt the concoction he drank start to effect him. He felt the warmth spreading from his stomach. He felt his body tense. He felt his senses heighten. His muscles began to bulge, the athletic body of a farm hand was becoming more and more muscular. The room began to become blurry.

The Witch had stopped stroking his cock now, she stood back in admiration for what she had done. She watched him become the animalistic lover she craved. All of his muscles were hard and lined with thick veins. His cock too throbbed angrily as he trashed against the bindings that were now biting hard into his skin.

Then the bindings suddenly snapped. He was free. His blurred vision disorienting him in the room and he crashed into a bench and heard the smashing of glass but saw none of it. He felt a strong discomfort, borne of an unwavering need for sexual pleasure.

“Feels like blue balls doesn’t it?” the Witch teased from the far side of the room, “Only a million times worse?”

The man turned to where her voice came from. His vision parted where she stood, and with absolute clarity he saw her. His periphery was still blurred, but she stood crystal clear in the middle of it. He needed her.

A table was flipped, countless bottles smashed and books scattered from their disorganised piles as he cleared his path towards her. His mind was blank except for the burning need to be inside her. He needed sexual relief more than he needed to breathe.

The Witch giggled and stretched her arms out wide as he approached, as if she was welcoming an old friend for an embrace. His hands scooped under her armpits and slammed her down on a nearby desk, his hands furiously ripping at her robe, along with the shirt and skirt she wore underneath. No buttons or clasps were undone, but her clothing was quickly discarded onto the floor beside them.

He stood before her, his now bulging muscular body a stark comparison to her slender frame. His cock throbbed angrily, the veins running along the length of his shaft seeming to pulse angrily. His chest rose and fell as he gripped at her and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk.

Foreplay was out of the question. He pumped his cock in his hand several times, slapped the head of it against her clit and then in one stroke pushed it inside her. It wasn’t gentle, and it wasn’t romantic. He pressed his thick cock as deep inside her as he could manage.

The Witch let her head fall back and a long, deep moan left her lips. It had been too long since she’d had a proper fuck. But she couldn’t summon a demon anymore to do it properly, not after last time.

Her hands dug into the sides of the table top for support as the man pulled himself back before burying himself once more as deep as he could inside her. His grunts of pleasure parallels to her soft moans.

As he found a rhythm moving inside her, she relaxed her grip on the table. She reached up and traced her fingers along his bulging muscles. Across his shoulders, his biceps, his pecs. His grip didn’t leave her waist as he held her in place and fucked furiously, desperate to climax and subside his need.

The Witch sat up, her arms wrapping around his neck and kissing his lips. He instinctually kissed back, but her change of angle was slowing down his fucking. He released one hand and pushed down on her chest, pinning her back to the table. The intensity of his fucking increased. He needed to cum.

The Witch giggled and tried to wrap her legs around him, to hold him closer and slow him again. He easily spread them wide again with his strong hands and continued to plunge himself deep into her.

“Take your time baby, it’s not a race.” she laughed, teasing her nipples gently as she looked up at him.

“I.. need… to… cum.” The man grunted in between thrusts. His hand moved to her throat for leverage, but she moaned at the pressure against her windpipe as he used her body.

The man groaned, his balls tightened and his back hunched. His thrusts slowed slightly as his cock began to pulse inside her. She gasped sharply as the first splash of hot cum was shot deep inside her. Quickly followed by a second and a third. The man continued to groan as he fucked her while he came. And came. And came.

He pulled himself out of her and stroked himself, another rope shooting across her thigh, the next leaving a long string from her breasts down her stomach. He hunched over leaning on the table and stroking himself. More cum still splashed on the floor. There was so much of it, he couldn’t believe it. And worst of all, he felt no different. He was still desperate.

“Ready for round two?” he heard her say. He looked up at the witch who giggled and eyed him playfully. His hand hadn’t stopped stroking himself. His mind was stuck in a loop of disbelief. Why was he still so horny? What had she done to him?

Then his mind turned to, she was gonna regret asking him to fuck her if this is how it’s gonna be.

He reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her to her feet, then bending her sharply over the table.

“Fuck me hard this time please.” she said, wiggling her ass playfully at him.

Slap.

The sound rang in the air for longer than it seemed it should have. His hand left a red outline on her pale ass.

Slap.

Another, on the other cheek.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Her ass was a bright crimson before he moved behind her to press his still throbbing cock back inside her. His hands digging into her waist as he fucked her roughly from behind. The creampie now providing excellent lubrication for the hard fucking he was giving her.

It wasn’t long before his balls tightened again. This time he didn’t pull out. He just kept fucking. Cum overflowed from her pussy as he continued to take her from behind. The floor was covered in a layer of white cum.

But he still had no relief. He still wasn’t done…..

Then everything went black.

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The man awoke, sitting naked in a chair, the gag fixed to his mouth. A trail of saliva dripped down his chest and the light blurred his vision as he looked around the room.

Cluttered piles of books were stacked alongside desks and benches covered in an assortment of glass jars and beakers. A black cauldron stared at him. He peaked over its rim to see what was inside, but it appeared empty.

What was going on here?

“Are you sure you’re willing?” Asked a familiar lady in black robes navigating the cluttered room.

NSFW: yes

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