My Girlfriend Is A Witch Ch 02 Bambi

Ah, welcome back! I know, I know, it's been too long since I updated here, but the last while has been so frigging busy...we'll get there though.

Where did I leave off? Oh right, we went to sleep that first night. I had some of the weirdest dreams I've ever had. Like the details are all jumbled, but there were points in it where I saw Elvira but with Vanny's face, or I'd be facing her while she undressed, only for her to shift into a gargoyle and launch at me. By the time I woke up, panting and a little sweaty, it was almost twelve. I sat up in that incredibly pink bed and saw it was empty, save for me.

I...sighed. Not for any real reason; it just felt like the thing to do. I wasn't even really sure what I was feeling. Upset, angry? Disappointed, confused? Exasperated? Yes to all of them and more. I mean, before

everything

else that had been revealed to me the night before, there was that hurt that she'd slept with someone else. Not just anyone, but my

best friend

!

Yes, I knew what had happened and in that logic ruled part of my brain, I didn't really blame her. Her situation was kind of...well,

unique

was an understatement. But in that emotional part of me...I was angry. Not enraged or wanting to punch something or anything, just...a casual anger. The kind that makes you wanna snap at people, just angry remarks.

The hell was I supposed to do? I mean, apparently my girlfriend wasn't even

human,

or traditional human anyways. Like the fact that apparently

magic

exists for real...that kind of sent my mind on a bit of a trip. So many questions just flowed through me until I felt like I was full of them, like they were swimming in my veins, my head pounding with each new idea and thought.

And then...pancakes?

A smell swept into the room, on a breeze that somehow went

through

the door to reach me. Magic, right. Well, I fucking

love

pancakes and weirdly the smell seemed to calm me slightly. I got up and stretched, the clothes I wore yesterday on the bed. Had she cleaned them? They smelled fresh. I shrugged and threw them on, yawning no less than three times. I wasn't physically tired but I was so mentally and emotionally drained that I think it affected my body.

I made my way out the door and to the kitchen where the smell was coming from. Vanny sat there, a pile of pancakes stacked with butter on top, like some sort of old school TV commercial.

"Hey, I didn't know if you wanted to sleep more or not. How're you feeling?"

She looked normal. Looked exactly like how she should, sounded like how she should. Was I overthinking this all? Not enough?

"Ace? You alive there?"

I blinked a couple times and shook my head, trying to clear my mind.

"Uh, yeah sorry. I think everything's just hitting me right now." I muttered and sat down a little heavily and looked at her, my witch girlfriend and then the stack of pancakes. My stomach grumbled so loud that Vanessa's eyes widened and she stared at it for a moment. I laughed.

"Apparently I'm eating first." I grabbed a flapjack and some syrup and nodded my thanks to her. I took a few bites and oh. my. Fuck. It was

gooooood

.

"So...do you have any questions? I know this is all...a lot." Vanny said, looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite define.

"Yeah...umm..." All those thoughts that had been filling me more and more disappeared at that moment.

"H...how come no one knows about magic?" A good a place to start as any.

"That's a good question. It's probably cuz most witches don't really showcase their powers a lot, and most of our gifts are not as obvious as my mom's and grandma's. Command over elements is rather rare, most of us have something a lot smaller. I have a cousin who's power is drawing. She has no training but she can draw

anything

she can imagine, even if her eyes are closed. Others have a

connection

to an element but no straight up 'powers'. Like I've heard of a few who were connected to water, and they're olympic swimmers. Or one of my aunt's friends is a dancer who always seems to hang in the air just a little bit longer than the others. It's not that their gifts are stronger or weaker necessarily, it's just...different. Magic is weird like that."

I nodded as I ate and it kind of made sense. If people were throwing fireballs and shooting lightning, it'd be pretty obvious pretty fast. But still...the idea that there was a secret world full of magic, it just seemed so...impossible.

"Ok..." I said slowly. "What about that goddamn

lighthouse

you're packing? I feel like if that were the norm for witches, surely more people would know about em?" I was

trying

not to seem like that part of her was occupying my thoughts, but it really was. I mean how could it

not

?

She blushed super red.

"Yeah, I'm a little on the

larger

side, even for a witch."

"A little?!" I blurted out and she snorted at me.

"Most witches are bigger than most men. Not all, but most. On average, they sit between...I think twelve and sixteen or so inches long? And we're just as varied as men on the shape, so some are thicker some aren't."

Ok, pretty normal I guessed. Other than the insane numbers she was saying, of course. I nodded again and ate a few pancakes in silence as all my understanding of the world just fell apart.

"I have so many questions...I just...none of them have

words

in my head. Just...confusion." I finally muttered. All the queries and ideas were blending together, so many just saying 'why' or 'how' over and over it was impossible to tell where one question stopped and the next started.

Vanessa nodded a bit and I noticed her hair seemed...longer. I frowned and she raised an eyebrow.

"Is...is your hair longer?" I could've sworn the night before it was shoulder length and now it seemed to reach past her tits!

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, my powers are still...kinda unknown to me. I tried to see what you liked, I mean sexually, and my hair just sprouted. Sorry?"

I frowned, why was she apologizing? I

do

like longer hair. I just nodded again.

"Look, Ace, you're taking this better than my last boyfriend at least. I know it's a lot that I'm springing on you, and we can take this at whatever pace you want." She gave me a small smile and patted my hand. I didn't pull away.

"Ok, ok. What do ya wanna do today?" I asked. I hadn't really made any plans and while I was definitely going to message Gemma later and check in, I had nothing else in my mind. Other than a million and one questions.

"We can game, if you want?" I nodded at her and that's what we did. For a few hours anyways. She let me use her xbox to log in to my profile and we partied up for a while. We took a break for lunch and I decided to...get over it, basically. It wasn't that simple, though, and I knew that, but I decided that I wasn't going to hold the previous over her anymore.

"Vanny...hang on." I said and she turned around, having been about to leave the game room to go make some lunch. She looked at me with that small tilt that I liked. No idea why.

"I...I'm not going to blame you for...yesterday. But...it can't happen again. Like, not just with Gemma, like I'm very big on loyalty. It's probably the most important thing for me in any relationship, and don't worry, I'mma be bitching Gemma out later. But I want to be with you, but I

have

to know that it's you and me. Just us." It came out a bit more bitter than I'd intended, but she took it in stride and walked back to me and crouched so she was eye to eye with me.

"Ace, you're right. It'll never happen again, this relationship is just us. Me and you. I really do mean it." There was sincerity in her eyes and I believed her. There was also guilt there, and while I felt bad that she was feeling guilty, I was still hurt. It'd been less than a

day

after all.

So we went to have lunch, grilled cheese and tomato soup. Nothing complicated. We ate mostly in silence, though I kept glancing down to where that ginormous beast of hers was just barely visible. She was right; the baggier skirts hid it better than I would've expected. I only really noticed it cuz I

knew

it was there. And just...damn.

Like...I'd never really thought of myself as someone who thought size was important...but just how

big

her equipment is...it consumed my thoughts. The night before, I could see the veins on it and they were wider than my

finger

! The tip, as big as a fucking apple. Seriously.

"Ace? Everything ok?" Her voice jerked me from the trance I'd somehow slipped into. I blinked a couple of times and looked at her. She frowned for a moment, looked down then went tomato red.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

I nodded. Was it really a question?

"Do...do you want me to tie it to my leg? There's no bulge at that point." She sounded so...disappointed.

"Huh? Why?" Why the hell would I want her to hide that godly appendage?

"Well cuz..." Her voice trailed off as she caught me staring again - I couldn't help it!

"D...do you want to see it?" She asked, the slightest amount of hope in her voice. I was faced with a choice; I knew once I saw it -

if

I saw it - then I wouldn't be able to resist it. Was I ready for that? I'm sure the hornier amongst y'all would

leap

at the chance - something I keep telling her, not that she believes me - but I was still struggling to just...accept everything.

My downstairs brain ended up winning out. As if it was ever really going to have gone any other way.

I nodded, my eyes never really leaving her bulge. It was like the rest of the world around me was just...blurred. Like the only thing I could focus on was that inhuman rod, just underneath the smallest amounts of fabric. She just smiled - something I could barely see out the top of my vision - and slowly pulled up the skirt, inch by inch.

I'm not usually one who likes being teased, but every couple of inches, she'd stop and drop it back down a half inch or so and...well that shit had me rock fucking hard. By the time she got to the last bit, when the bottom of that cursed cloth was caressing the object of all my desire, that unholy cock, I was so hard that I had to undo my pants; they were biting into my own dick and it

hurt

. She blushed again, but yanked the last bit up.

And there it was. I guess I didn't really go into too many details in my last entry did I? I should probably rectify that.

First off, I didn't know the numbers

then

, but I know them now. Fully soft, Vanny's monster pipe comes in at almost ten inches. It's almost as big as mine is when

hard

! And it's thicker than me, even when soft, like she's a full four inches. That's thicker than my fingers are

long

! And even when soft, you can see the veins, each one pumping blood and magic. And weirdly, she's circumcised. I asked once, was it a religious thing or had her parents done it cuz it's "healthier". It's not, btw, in case any of you didn't know. Look it up. She just shrugged, said she'd never asked.

Now, that beastly thing throbbed. Let me try that again. When I start to get hard

I

throb, and my cock will jerk a bit. When

she

starts to get hard, her veins

expand

and the entire thing jumps. Let me type that again; it. Jumps. Like the panties she had on - yes, again pink - they were already straining to hold it all in, they just...snapped. Like they weren't even really an obstacle, they snapped and her fuckstick still kept going, jumping so hard that it hit her stomach!

I'm not ashamed to admit that I came at that. Like I came

hard

.

"Ace? Are you...ok?" She sounded genuinely concerned. I didn't know how to tell her that I'd just cum harder than I had in a

long

fucking time, just from

seeing

the beast-between-her-legs

getting

hard. So I just nodded and found myself reaching to grab on to it. Slowly, slowly. Something about it, or maybe just about the situation itself, but some voice in the back of my mind told me to grab it slowly.

Told me to reach out, touching nothing else, letting my fingers ever so

achingly

slow, kiss upon that rapidly hardening skin. The previous night I'd felt it, of course, but somehow it was more...dominant, almost. More powerful, more

demanding

. I watched, somehow both in control and not at all, as my hands slid further and further until both grasped the jerking rod. Have you ever felt a cock getting hard in your hands? It's an incredible feeling, especially when it's big enough to fill both hands! Every throb pulled my hands with it, I didn't even try to fight it.

I don't know how long it took her to get hard. Every jump and jerk felt like it took forever and was over all too fast, both at the same time. At one point, I was stroking her pole, marvelling at how far my arms had to stretch, at another I was tracing her huge veins, amazed at the size of them. Another moment and I was leaning forward and my jaw was opening. There was...a heartbeat, I think, where I was entirely in control. Where I could have stopped, if I wanted. Obviously, I didn't want to.

This next part, well it doesn't really make sense, even with all that I've told you so far. Any of you ever shoved a huge apple in your mouth? I mean the

whole

thing, all at once? Obviously, no. Your mouth would have to be like a snake and

unhinge

itself.

Well, I swear that's what happened. There was a moment where all I felt was pressure, all the air in my mouth forced itself out my nostrils then there was...a pop. I think it was actually my jaw clicking, but it echoed so loudly, that even in my reverie, I thought my jaw may have broken. Not that I really cared, I could feel nothing. Nothing but the texture of the head filling my mouth and even reaching into my throat. Smooth, and yet spongy, and somehow hard as rock, all at the same time.

Then the taste hit. Now, in college, all the men I'd been with, I'd made them shower cuz I'm a guy, I know how bad we can smell and taste. Now, I don't know if Vanny showered that day, but there was no smell. Well, no

bad

smells. I can't describe what her monster cock smelled like exactly, it's more like there was a slight scent that just...overpowered everything. Like just catching the smallest whiff, and my brain was...gone. All I could focus on was taking as much of that throbbing gigantic dick down my throat as I coul -

"Ace? Ace!"

Vanny's concerned cries jerked me out of a hypnotic state I hadn't even known I was in. I blinked once, twice then understanding hit me. First off, I was a lot closer to her than I had recalled being. Then another blink and I realized it was because I had almost half that impossible rod inside me. Obviously, I didn't know this at the time, but here's a break down;

When

fully

hard, like she was then, Vanny's godly beast comes in at almost thirty inches long. Just think about that for a moment. Thirty. That's...almost three feet. Beyond impossible, and that's

just

the length! Thickness? Twelve. Mother. Fucking. Inches. Impossible just doesn't even apply here.

And for those keeping track, that means that I had almost

fifteen

of those

one-foot-thick

inches inside me. Inside my mouth, down my throat, in my chest. How? How was I able to do that? How was my esophagus not torn apart? How could I still

breathe

?

Magic.

I coughed and tried to pull back. I say 'tried' because it wasn't an easy motion. It wasn't like how it'd been in college, or how it was when people pulled off of my currently harder-than-I'd-ever-been-before dick. No, it was a fucking

journey.

I would pull out a few of those insane inches, slowly, and it'd throb or jerk and push back a bit in. Over and over. At one point, Vanny - trying to be helpful - pushed her chair back, but it just pulled me with it, forcing me to my knees on the floor.

"Ace! I'm sorry!" Her voice trembled, like she was about to cry. I looked up at her for the first time and she was trembling. I just winked at her. Not like I could say anything at that moment! She stopped and tilted her head again and I pulled back a few more, stopping for a moment. At this point, she was out of my chest, but it still felt like there was so much more to go!

All in all, it took probably about three or four minutes to finally get it all out, and when it was finally done, she tackle-hugged me, shaking a bit.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She kept saying, while that incredible pole kept throbbing against my leg.

"Vanny...It's ok! I'm ok!" I hugged her back then pushed her back a bit.

"I'm ok! I don't really understand it, but I could breathe and it didn't really hurt. It was more like...being full? I guess."

"Huh? Bu..but you weren't..." She trailed off and I frowned.

"I wasn't what?"

She took a breath and calmed herself a bit.

"You weren't responding, like at all. Obviously not speaking, but it was like you couldn't even hear me, you just kept going and it kind of...scared me."

I took a moment to recall. There was a small gap in my memory, but when I tried to focus on it, I could suddenly remember it. I

had

kept going, pushing further and further forward, trying to take more and more and more! Not just trying...no, it was like a

need

. I

needed

to take more in.

I told her and she frowned at me, and I could see her illustrious penis slowly deflating. She tilted her head again and looked me over, even smelled me a bit. Of all things, of finding out I was dating a witch, that magic was real, of my girlfriend throat fucking my best friend, then

me

, the

weirdest

was this moment. The odd frown and the...sniffing.

"Uh...Vanessa?" I asked after she'd been smelling me for almost thirty seconds.

"Oh, sorry...umm. I think...I think I spelled you."

"Yeah, ok, you're gonna have to walk me through that one, babe."

She smiled and stood, pulling me into her bedroom so we could sit on the bed and lie down together.

"Some powers affect the minds of others. Always temporarily and always acting on things that are already present in the mind. There are stories of people who could fully control others, but no one with that power has been around for...literally centuries. Possibly longer; a lot of our records are incomplete and read like fairy tales. Witches can smell magic on others, so if someone is 'spelled' another witch could smell that on them, and if they knew the scent well enough, they could tell who it was and what kind of magic it was. You...just smell like me."

"...is that a good thing?"

"Unclear, if I'm being honest. You don't

smell

like you've been spelled, but what you described, it sounds

exactly

like being spelled, though..."

"Though?"

She propped her head up on an elbow and looked me over up and down.

"You...It's almost like you spelled

yourself

, like you...wanted to need my dick in you? Look, there's no

exact

answers in magic, stuff doesn't really fall into black and white categories, a lot of powers blend together, a lot of effects are unintended."

I frowned and thought it over, replayed it in my head. My hand slid down to her still naked legs and brushed against that now soft but still humongous rod and I felt...a spark. Sort of, not like when you get static electricity, more like an energy in my mind. A sort of...excitement, a desire to take it in me, to please it and the woman it's attached to. I had to pull away and blink a few times.

"I...Vanny, I need to tell you something." I said slowly, my mind leaping from thought to thought, pulling ideas and memories, blending them together. She looked at me with a bit of confusion and maybe some apprehension.