The Witchs Bet

There was a single clock on the wall, showing 3:48.

"Nice, we're done. Got this room reserved for another twelve minutes, too," a young man said.

"I still have to read it over," a young woman, Bailey, replied without lifting her eyes a bit.

The room, a small space within their university's library, was quiet. The walls were somewhat soundproof, blocking out any chatter that was occurring from the outside.

Bailey looked as attractive as ever. Cute face, freckles, and bangs. Today her eyeliner was a little more elaborate than usual. The man thought about her putting on makeup. He thought about how, regardless of whatever her intentions were, he felt himself caught in the crossfire every time he saw her.

Eyes flickering across the laptop screen, she checked for mistakes in their paper-- but there was no hurry. They still had a week before the deadline.

For the man, now was as good a time as ever.

"Want to grab dinner later?"

Her gaze froze, but only for a moment, "Are you trying to ask me out again?"

"Yeah," he said without hesitation.

"...Remember what I told you last time?"

"That you're a witch and you're not dating anyone?" he said lightly, "Well, I saw you in lecture spending the whole hour swiping right on your phone, so something tells me that's not true..."

She paused again. He was only making things harder for them both. But, if that's how he wanted to be...

"Yeah, I'm a witch who fucks the souls out of guys, so I only do one-night stands. Sorry."

The man chuckled.

"Oh, shit, I mean, I don't care. Not using my soul for much else, anyways."

"I have a rule that I don't fuck classmates or coworkers. Gotta draw the line somewhere, y'know."

"Ahhhh... yeah, makes total sense..."

The man sighed and laid back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. She was friendly to him most of the time. Sometimes more than friendly. Why would she say that? Was she doing sex work or something? Wouldn't make much sense to go on dating apps, though. So was there just something about him that was unsexy?

"Pfft. Some other reason, probably," he thought to himself.

"Don't believe me?" Bailey said.

"No, actually, I totally believe it. What, do you like, cast a spell and make dicks hard?"

"I could, but why would I need to?"

"Good point," the man said, scratching his chin, "So you fuck and then ride a broom out the window the morning after?"

"Hah, no, I just leave like normal, but that'd be funny."

The man chuckled, but then a thought came to him.

"Is she trying to be provocative?"

All this joking around was just making him more tense. He looked at her again. Those little pink lips. Was she really whoring herself out, wrapping them around random dicks on dating apps? The thought made him maddeningly desperate for an answer. Fucking a slut was one thing. Being rejected by one was another.

"Well now that this paper's done, we're hardly gonna see each other... And in another two weeks, summer will start and we won't even be classmates anymore," he said, "So why not make an early exception to your little rule?"

"Hm..." Whether she had finished checking the paper or not, Bailey closed the lid of her laptop. She finally looked back at him, her lips showing something resembling the faintest grin.

That was enough for him.

"I'll give you a better time than any of the other guys. Guaranteed."

"I bet you wouldn't last five minutes."

"Oh? You really wanna bet?" he said, suddenly sitting up in his chair a little more.

"Seriously, you have no idea what you're asking for..."

"I seriously do know. I can go for half an hour easy. If you can make me come in five minutes, then by all means, take my wallet, my car, my soul, whatever you want," he said, getting excited, "But otherwise, let's go out. See what happens. You know you wouldn't hate it."

For a moment, they simply looked at each other. There was a lust in her eyes that he had only seen for fractions of a second before, but now, it was constant, piercing a hole through him.

The next moments were unexpected.

She slid off her chair and got on her knees in front of him.

"Take it out," she said softly, looking up at him.

"W-wait, we can't fuck in here--"

"I only need to use my mouth."

The clock read 3:54. Six minutes until their reservation was over.

"You're fucking crazy..."

---

Her demeanor had changed completely. Effortlessly and efficiently, she took her top off and threw her bra to the side, showing off her glorious tits to him. When he pulled his dick out, he was already nearly fully erect, and after just a few seconds of her using her soft hands, he was rock hard. She looked him in the eyes, taking his cock and rubbing it against her face, smiling as she did it. All part of the act, no doubt, to send him quickly into a deep pleasure.

Her wet tongue met the tip of him, like it was kissing him, showing its affection. Soon after was the real kiss, from her lips, that was shallow, but followed by another, then another. Deeper kisses, that enveloped him more and more, each sending a tingle down his spine as he watched in disbelief at her unholy, whorish skills, more unbelievably professional than he could have known.

"Fuck, you're something else--"

Five minutes was a short time, though. A minute and a half had probably already passed. Despite the warmth of her mouth, her plush lips, and the way she kept glancing at him, there was nothing to worry about.

But then he felt something else. While the pleasure began to build, another feeling was growing-- hard to comprehend, like his thoughts themselves were being drained from his mind. It was some kind of unnatural, taboo sensation that was at once both pleasing and painful.

Three and a half, no, just three more minutes. When the next group who reserved the room opened the door, he would be saved.

Saved? From what?

Bailey picked up her pace. Each of her motions were audibly wet, as she slurped up every drop of her own saliva to keep the man's dick thickly coated with it. Her tits bounced with life, as they went in and out of his view.

For another agonizing thirty seconds, he tried to keep focus. It was just a blowjob. He had never come in less than ten minutes from a blowjob. But fuck, Bailey was the hottest girl who had ever touched his dick, and the way she was using her tongue...

Her tongue.

He had to block out the feeling of her tongue. But the more he tried, the more he felt it. The unyielding pleasure, swirling around and around. There was something wrong. Something important was being taken from him. Some primal, no, divine instinct was telling him to run.

But he couldn't. Not until the door opened, and time was up.

All he could do was look at her, trying not to let his moans escape. Why did she have to be so hot? That was the reason he started studying with her in the first place. Her expression looked so natural, going up and down his shaft, yet it was also mechanical. Undisturbed, unforgiving. This certainly wasn't her first time. It almost didn't seem fair. She kept pushing him, relentlessly, until at last he reached the edge.

She felt a throb and paused. She could have ended it there, but she didn't. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, a thick strand of saliva extending out, and looked at him in the eyes once again. He was sweating, speechless.

Without looking, she gestured towards the clock on the wall, as if she already knew what he would see.

Though it had felt like an eternity, there was still a minute and a half left.

The man's expression was twisted by fear, but Bailey simply looked back at him with a smile.

Her breath came close to his cock, and again, the warmth of her mouth engulfed him.

He tried to yell for help, but he couldn't. He tried to tell her to stop, but he couldn't. It was as if his vocal cords had been turned into stone. Unable to make a sound nor move a muscle, he was like helpless prey within her jaws. She took him deep, rubbing his tip against the back of her throat, then pulling back while the end of her tongue pressed into him. She was just having fun now, toying with him in his last moments. Mercilessly, she continued, counting each pump in her head, as if it was some routine.

That indescribable, unnatural feeling returned to its peak, and so too did the man's urge to come. He could finally describe the emotions, terrifying, tantalizing-- an entire existential crisis had formed in his mind, but he wouldn't get the chance to comprehend it before once again...

His cock throbbed in her mouth.

He looked into her eyes. Beautiful, yet apathetic, through them he heard a single word:

Bye.

The greatest orgasm he would ever feel demanded everything be shot into her mouth. Everything he knew from countless nights spent studying. Every experience he'd had from twenty-two years of life. Everything he believed and everything that defined him was unloaded in one orgasm, mixed in alongside all the semen he could give.

Bailey accepted it all, swishing and savoring the contents within her mouth. There was a vague image of an ethereal string, stretching between the two of them, from the man's mind to her lips, growing thinner by the second. He needed, he realized, what was on her end of it, or he would lose it forever. Knowing exactly this, Bailey opened her mouth wide for him to see. Along with his seed, a shapeless spirit lay in her mouth, flashing with blinding brightness as she violated it with her tongue.

She only let him glimpse it for a moment, though. Just as quickly as she had opened it, she started to close her mouth. The man panicked. He used every bit of strength he had left to try and reach out and take back what was supposed to be his. By the time her jaw was shut, though, he had only managed to twitch his fingers.

With a smug grin, Bailey finally swallowed. The man barely had time to feel it, but he knew. His consciousness, his memories, his soul, they were sliding down her throat, severed from his body permanently.

The last thing he felt, before the ethereal string snapped, was that of embarrassment. She had been right, and he was wrong. She really was everything she said she was, and she really had made him come in less than five minutes. For his ignorance, the price was both his life and his afterlife.

---

The man's body slumped back into his chair, lifelessly.

Bailey, still on her knees, tilted her head back in victory. The man's soul would serve as another permanent boon to her witchly capabilities. She hadn't expected to suck down another soul today, but the man had made a good point. Now that they had finished writing their paper, she had no use for him. He'd probably still be alive now, if he had stopped letting his dick do the talking.

But fuck, was she glad he didn't. The sensation of swallowing a soul was almost enough to make her come on its own. The man's ambitions of becoming a wealthy entrepreneur, his yearning for respect, his masculine insecurities-- Bailey became aware of it all as she relished the flavor of his soul in her mouth. Even now, she could still taste the sweet despair of his final moments coating her insides, from her tastebuds to her stomach.

It was all too good. Without thinking, her fingers made their way to her tits. She couldn't help herself.

"That's right," she whispered, "You lost, you dumb fuck."

It wasn't that she hated or even disliked him. She simply derived pleasure from his pain.

"You lost, and now you're mine. You're mine, mine, mine, mine--"

The door to the study room suddenly swung open.

---

A man wearing glasses and a reserved posture stood outside the room, his eyes struck with shock at the scene in front of him: A girl on her knees, tits out, pleasuring herself next to a man's unconscious body.

She quickly stood up, her face completely red. The clock read 4:01.

"I-- I uh," the man stuttered, "I just had this reserved for four o' clock, but you can just, um..."

Stammering over his words, he was unable to even finish his sentence before he clumsily turned around. He would report this incident to the front desk and just study somewhere else. Things like this were too much for him.

"Wait!"

As he took the first step away, the woman called out to him.

Turning again, he found her face right in front of him. No, actually, she was at such a distance away from him that put her gorgeous tits fully in his view. He briefly glanced at them before switching his gaze to her face in shame, and then, unable to hold eye contact with her, he looked away completely and just stared at the wall.

"Did you see?" the woman said.

"Uhm-- yeah, I mean, I don't know--"

The man barely gave an answer, but it seemed to be enough for the woman.

"Well then... can I show you something?" she said.

The man mustered the courage to look at her face. She was exceptionally pretty, and her eyes told him that she truly needed something from him. More unusually, though, he noticed the room's empty chair in the background of his vision. Hadn't there just been a man's body there a second ago?

Perhaps his eyes had just been playing tricks on him. In any case, it wasn't enough to deter him from the sweetness of her voice.

After a moment, the man followed her into the room, and the door closed behind them.

That day, Bailey swallowed two souls.