Icthzhor The Inhabiter

All characters involved are over 18 years of age.

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Stephine the witch smiled as she put the finishing touches on the ritual.

She was a cute young woman with short black hair adorned with a large blue bow that stuck out at an angle. Her slim body fit her tube top dress well, which came up just high enough to show her ample breasts. She had on long white stockings underneath, long black gloves that came up to her forearms, and a large witch's hat on her head with another big blue bow.

Closing the rune circle with powdered silver and myrrh would complete this summoning of a knowledge spirit. The other witches had warned her. But they could offer no explanation besides "it simply isn't done. The last time was three hundred years ago." She laughed. She had thumbed through hundreds of musty old tomes and done her research on hundreds of knowledge spirits. Every single possible precaution she laboriously added, every safety glyph known to her tradition. She had even double-checked them all for compatibility and added a good number of redundancies.

Why not just ask the beings that knew the most about magic? She was prepared for any of them that could pop up. What could the others possibly be afraid of if they hadn't even explored the possibilities? Easy peasy. It was even far from the most technical ritual she had successfully pulled off.

The witch adjusted the high hem of her form-fitting dress and closed the shutters on the cottage. She had arranged that the rest of the coven was distracted while this went down, but it never hurt to be certain. Her nose had grown numb to the burning incense that filled the room. Stephine picked her spellbook off the thatched floor and began the incantations. Ancient words, meticulously chosen over years of research, spilled past her lips. She felt as much as saw the glow of a successful calling permeate the summoning circle and carefully adjusted her pace of casting. Exactly as the ritual process specified. It was going just as she imagined and she felt the hairs on the back of her head raise.

She felt a burst of foreign information, surge into her brain, and grit her teeth. Some leaking was expected, but it just meant the spell had locked onto the correct type of spirit, right? The wind kicked up as power displaced matter into the circle, and fortunately, she had already secured everything. Her words raised to a fevered pitch as she called forth on the mightiest knowledge spirit that would deliver the magical power she sought.

The glow of the circle swirled and coalesced into a being: a giant white blob the size of her torso, more like a large maggot. This... thing wasn't on her list. It pulsated and turned to ooze on the runes she'd drawn. Impossible, her protections should have prevented physical contact with the rune circle! She sighed, this was a failure. Time to start over. She shook her head and opened her mouth to speak the reversal of the spell.

Then she felt a man's voice speak within the deepest recesses of her skull. She stiffened. Many such spirits communicated this way, but it jarred the first time it happened.

"You have asked for knowledge, young one. As you asked, so you shall receive. Every last drop of my knowledge."

She stiffed, at its deep, raspy tone. It certainly did sound old and it really might have been some kind of knowledge spirit, but... her hesitation cost her long enough for the maggot to coil up and burst into movement!

It landed on her face, knocking her over. Her slim, black-clad arms pawed at it, but its surface was too slick. She heard that voice rumble, "All of my knowledge, my will, and the rest of my mind. All this shall be yours. Rejoice."

Her screams went unheard, for she was alone in a dark, closed cottage. The large maggot forced itself in her mouth, and she felt her jaws distend to accommodate it. The disgusting white mass pulsed itself down her throat, and her attempt to spit it out failed on account of its sheer mass. It slowly disappeared into her as she kicked her feet and gave muffled yelps.

"Rejoice, young one."

She fought as hard as she could, shutting her eyes in exertion, but found no progress in expelling her unwelcome guest. None of her rituals or research had even remotely considered this. Her last thought before she blacked out was anger at how her peers were somehow right, and this was a horrible-

"Rejoice."

She shuddered and twitched as the creature completed its journey into her throat and her jaws closed behind it. The lump of its mass crawled down her neck into her chest and distended her stomach and chest. Her limbs continued to spasm and her eyes rolled up in their sockets.

Then she relaxed. The invader's bulk receded within her skin, leaving her looking as she had before the ritual, save much spittle and general dishevelment from fighting and thrashing so.

The short-haired witch opened her dark blue eyes. Something hidden deep in her gaze would have sent shudders down the spines of bystanders, were there any.

"Rejoice, as you have become a vessel to a much greater being," she said. She grinned, and stood up uneasily, as if readjusting to having two legs and two arms. After all, it was not Stephine who did so, but the primeval being known and feared only as Icthzhor.

Icthzhor looked down at the witch's extended hands through her eyes. She was slender, yet her breasts were wonderfully plump! He moved her hands to cup them. The grin he kept on her face got wider. Foolish young witches were shallow and abused their magic for vain purposes. Their figures were always perfect.

"Excellent," she said. Stephine looked down, twirling her body to and fro to appreciate her ass and legs. "An attractive young form to start my conquest. It has been too long since I wore the flesh of a mortal."

Her movements proved jerky and clumsy. Three hundred years was a very long time for her body's new owner to live without a physical form. Icthzhor had once worn some of the most beautiful women in this world. But this would still do, he thought. She was a very fine catch and he would get used to her.

He enjoyed the sensation of groping wherever he could, imagining her disgust at the giant white maggot enjoying her body. Her loins burned intensely at the very thought of such a violation. "It seems, this girl has not felt the pleasures of the flesh for a great length of time, much like I."

The monster riding Stephine moved her hands under her skirt and pulled down her damp panties. "We can remedy that, can't we Stephine?" he said, in her dulcet timbre. His host's gloved hand found her already-dripping slit and he forced two fingers in and out. In and out. A lightning bolt of bliss ran up and down his stolen body and she moaned out his pleasure. His other hand went up to her breasts and he roughly fondled them, enjoying their firmness. He felt his host's tight stockings become damp as her sex continued to ooze from his ministrations. Stephine continued to finger herself furiously, building up to the shriek the possessed witch let out as she came.

Icthzhor smiled again, basking in the waves of pleasure.

A woman's voice yelled out Stephine's name in the distance. It sounded like a query. They must be looking for this girl, he thought to himself. He would have to act quickly. He pulled up the witch's dripping panties and tidied up her hair and clothes. It was slow going on account of his clumsiness, but he only had to pass casual inspection. The magic circle, however, would give away the game quickly though. It had been marred a little by her struggles, but enough remained legible to determine its purpose. Or to recall him back from where he came.

Icthzhor spared a moment to inspect it for her mistake. The fool witch had requested a spirit of great knowledge, specifically the one with the most magical understanding to freely offer her. He fit the criteria perfectly, for now, her brain contained every single thing he knew. And yet the irony of ironies! For all his knowledge, in the material world, he could not actually use any magic. Though he would soon have complete control of her mind and body, her soul was too busy. It took every thaum of arcane power this young woman had merely to sustain his corporeal form, buried deep within her body and brain. Shame. Otherwise, he'd modify the circle to summon up some... interesting companions. He had many ideas.

The calls for Stephine grew ever closer. The bodily usurper turned his attention to his surroundings. Any witnesses who entered here would know something is amiss from her dripping pussy and the smell of sex and sweat in this enclosed space. Fortunately, it did not require much dexterity to knock a few sundries over and run her high heels through the glyph. It was soon rendered illegible, looking like a struggle happened to destroy the runes. It would not even be lying to claim that the ritual had been a failure. He put a devilish smile on the witch's cherubic face.

It was getting harder to ignore the yelling now. Icthzhor figured he might as well reply. He opened the window doors. "In here!" he replied through the opening.

The young lady who approached wore a black halter dress with a plunging neckline nicely displaying her cleavage. Icthzhor found it challenging to keep his eyes on her face, which bore a strong semblance to Stephine's. She wore thigh-high boots and a tall black witch hat. Her black hair was tied back in a ponytail.

Stephine's memories were slow in coming, but this one arrived easily: recognizing her slightly older sister Amerelle.

"Hey Ame, how's it going?", he leaned out of the window.

"Stephine! Where were you!?" Amerelle asked. She folded her hands on her hips. Icthzhor felt his face flush. "The whole village thought the fae got you! Someone disturbed the boundary, so I'm glad you're not missing, but what the hell! Were you hiding something?"

"Mm, I didn't have anything to do with any fae," Icthzhor replied. It was also true. "And well... I was busy with a knowledge spirit ritual. Didn't work."

"You what?! You stayed here in an emergency to do the thing we said never to do?" Amerelle actually shook as she screamed.

"Shhh, keep it down!" Icthzhor raised a finger to his lips and looked around cagily. "We can talk inside!"

Amerelle growled in frustration and stomped her way around to the entrance of the cottage. Icthzhor leaned further out for a glimpse at the way the other witch's ass sashayed. He smiled. She would suffice. He went back inside and prepared himself. His host's coordination hadn't failed him just now but he could not count on it again.

Amerelle slammed open the door, swept in, and paused at the sight. The violently destroyed ritual circle. The smell of exertion and intimacy. And something that lurked in her sister's eyes now that they were up close. Something predatory. She froze up, and all the fire went out of her mustered breath. Her slender hand unfroze first and lowered to a wand at her side.

Icthzhor rushed forward at an oblique angle so that he ended up pinning Ame against a wall. His limbs fumbled around like the stranger in Stephine's body he was. Ame let out a scream and struggled to free herself and her wand, then Stephine's hand caught her neck. Icthzhor shouted in triumph as he pushed forward and up. The possessed witch's slender, black-gloved arm lifted her sister by the throat and against the wall with a strength that wasn't hers.

"Steph, what the hell- what's wrong with yo-urgh!" Ame sputtered. Icthzhor managed to close Stephine's hand to choke her off. Ame's hands went to Stephine's wrist in a feeble attempt to fight for leverage.

The body thief only gave a horrid grin in reply and then opened Stephine's lips. His host body shook and spasmed like when he took her, and something scrabbled its way up her throat.

Ame gasped as something large, thin and an unnatural off-white struggled out of her sister. It resembled a smaller version of Icthzhor's true form but was still plenty wide to distend her throat and cheeks. It glistened with saliva and had a little mouth circled with small teeth on its front.

The creature wriggled and fought its way out of Stephine's lips with a frenzied urgency and then paused. Ame renewed her struggle, then went stiff when the lesser maggot lunged into her mouth.

She gagged and sputtered as it forced its way down. Icthzhor felt his host's panties go damp again as her sister twitched in his grip. The maggot finished its journey down her, so he released the gorgeous witch. She slumped to the floor. She coughed hard and reached down her throat to try to get at the invader.

"There's no point in struggling, Ame, let it in," Icthzhor whispered as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Join your sister in my eternal service." He let out a cackle in his female voice. Ame groaned and uselessly swatted at Stephine with her free hand.

Ame managed to reach down so far down her own throat that the lump going down her neck halted. Stephine's eyes went wide. She swiftly lifted up Ame's head and kissed her deeply, and the shock was enough to stop the other witch's attempt to pull out the intruder. The older sister gave a few more twitches, then went still.

Icthzhor nodded in approval at his fallen victim. Not many would have acted so decisively so quickly. Stephine certainly didn't. Ame remained where she lay, her only movement labored breathing. He took a moment to take stock of his situation. First, he closed the cottage door, witnesses were never fun. Then a moment to admire his body again. Stephine's panties were soaked, seeing her sister like that got her really worked up. He gave Stephine a playful slap on the ass.

Ame groaned again and opened one eye. She looked up at her sister.

"How do you feel, Ame?" asked Stephine.

Ame gave a weak grin and struggled to stand up. "Mistress..."

"No, you will address me only as Icthzhor, Lord Icthzhor, 'Master' or 'My Lord'," said Stephine's body. "You may call me by my host's name on occasions of subterfuge, of course."

"Of course, Master My Lord," she replied.

Icthzhor laughed. His servants ended up sassy when the host was strong-willed. Many world conquerors did not like that, but he always appreciated a challenge. He helped Amerelle to her feet. The newly taken witch looked over her own curves in wonderment.

"What a beautiful meat suit you have granted me, my lord," she said.

She kissed him on the cheek. He giggled, a cute sound from his host body, and kissed her back on the lips. Ame held him close and leaned into the kiss. The two sisters' lipstick mixed, then their tongues. Amerelle was just as vain and gorgeous as her sister. The body thief's thoughts raced with the things he would do to her plump ass.

He discarded Stephine's drenched panties, broke the tongue kiss, and forced Amerelle back on the floor. The ponytailed witch gasped with mock indignation. Icthzhor knelt down with Stephine's crotch over Amerelle's face. His 'sister' didn't need further prompting and he felt her tongue dive into his host's snatch.

Fits of pleasure wracked his entire body. He grasped a nearby rug and seized it in a death grip as his servant worked her tongue all around his nethers. For someone new to a human body, the new Ame was a natural! She nearly buried her face all the way up Stephine's pussy. Icthzhor's host cried out in pleasure, much louder than the last time. He shook hard at all the sensations, then arched his back. He came plenty, and Ame's face was soaked in the other witch's juices.

Icthzhor took a minute to gasp and catch his breath. He felt like his heart would explode for a moment from such an intense eating out. A slightly damp pair of panties then dropped in front of him. Ame sat before him with legs spread, pointed downward, and smiled expectantly. Icthzhor returned the smile and lowered Stephine's head over Ame's exposed legs.

Her tongue could not move as adeptly as the possessed Ame. But a wildfire burned plenty, even if it was not the sun. Ame put her hands on her sister's hair and threw her head back as she was eaten out furiously. Icthzhor called on all his past memories of pleasuring women in this way. Stephine lapped up her pussy with all the passion an eons-old body snatcher could muster. Ame gasped in shock at such intensity and pressed her sister's head harder into her pussy.

She leaned back as far as her body would go and released her cum in Stephine's face. Both girls breathed hard now, but they sat up and locked lips again. Icthzhor enjoyed the softness in Ame's lips and the skill of her tongue against his.

Stephine moved first to undo her dress, then unclasp her bra. Ame helped her with a deep hunger in her eyes and spent a moment drinking in the sight of her naked sister. Another exchange of kisses. Then Stephine moved to free Ame of that tight black dress, cute though it was. On further examination, Ame had a slightly more voluptuous body than Stephine. The dress had not done much to exaggerate the older witch's bust size.

The sisters pressed breast against breast, nude except for Stephine's white stockings and Ame's black thigh boots. The younger sister felt Ame's fingers sink into her pussy. She moaned as the other possessed girl fingered her hard. Icthzhor returned the favor with Stephine's fingers, and both girls' hands quickly grew slicker in their fervor. The two girls worked each other into another climax and screamed together.

Perhaps if Stephine was still in charge, she may have had enough sex by now. But Icthzhor had been alone for three hundred years. He was only getting started. Stephine forced open Ame's legs and spread her own. With a wicked grin, she shoved her pussy against Ame's, and the other girl reciprocated. Both girls moaned as they rubbed back and forth against each other. The short-haired witch folded her arm around one of Ame's legs and used it to help pull them together. Steph bit her lip and her sister laughed in delight. The creatures controlling both girls continued to rub the girls' crotches together for two full minutes and were rewarded with a simultaneous release of cum.

The girls continued to fuck nonstop. Icthzhor thoroughly experimented with his servant. He tested all of Stephine's nethers against Ame's tongue and fingers. He licked every inch of the older sister clean at one point or another. He particularly enjoyed eating out her ass, and the way his servant utterly folded up in pleasure. Their bodies twisted against each other as they explored Icthzhor's knowledge of a hundred ways a woman could brace herself against another woman. The sisters came again and again, groaning and writhing in pleasure.

Hours later, both of them fell to the floor, utterly exhausted and a complete mess of womanly juices and saliva. Icthzhor had found that after every such exercise, Stephine's body became ever so slightly easier to maneuver into the next. Similarly, an unexpected but heavily used prodigy of cunnilingus aside, Ame seemed to get more adept at accommodating new positions over time. Perhaps it was practice, or perhaps each orgasm rooted the parasites deeper in their hosts. Icthzhor didn't care. He'd still have fucked beautiful Amerelle within an inch of consciousness even if it cost him. He embraced his host's sister in the afterglow, enjoying the feeling of her hot, sweaty curves against Stephine's own, and Ame's warm breath in the younger witch's face.

Footfalls clacked from outside, alongside calls for Amerelle and Stephine. The rest of the coven had returned and was now searching for both of them. The possessed witches bolted upright and looked at each other, eyes full of alarm. If the cottage smelled of sweat and sex after Icthzhor had his way with Stephine alone, now it might even be detectable from outside. Both girls were nude from the thighs up, and there was no wiping off this much sweat. The cottage interior looked like a tornado had been summoned instead of Icthzhor, as they had screwed on and against every single surface possible. The throes of passion did not seem to care much for things knocked over or smashed.