Women Are Magical
Ryan was angry at Eleftheria -- for the lies and the manipulation, but most of all for secretly wanting him to take more girls. Believing that Ellie had been there to protect the world from him had been a cornerstone of their relationship. Now, Ryan remembered everything. He knew Ellie wanted to turn him into some kind of a tyrant.
Maybe nothing nearly as bad as what Claus had been, granted, but why even start down that road at all?
More than anything, Ellie's duplicity felt like a betrayal of the girls. And Ryan was nothing if not protective of them. He was also committed to them so the idea of growing his harem further felt like cheating. It didn't have to make sense. That's just how he felt.
Deep down, Ryan was angry at himself, too. He had to admit Ellie was right about a lot of things. Having his harem did make him feel powerful. Ryan didn't know how to approach the subject so he chose not to, for now. He had time. Without even realizing it at first, he started giving Eleftheria the silent treatment.
Erica the librarian and Ellie spent days in deep communication with the newest girl in Ryan's harem: the witch who had given him his curse. Ryan was relieved to have Erica there. His trust for the witch and the angel was low but he knew Erica was completely loyal to him.
Ryan exchanged a few tentative glances with the witch over the next few days. She was unreadable -- intense, but unreadable. Ryan was already afraid she would turn out to be as alien as Ellie was. Nothing about the dark, petite beauty's demeanor gave Ryan any hope she would come equipped with normal modern-world social skills.
He knew he would have to put some of his magic cum into the new girl soon, but he was glad he didn't have to deal with her right away.
Ryan wanted to escape his confusion, this blur in his head of everything he had suddenly remembered, and sex was the obvious answer. These days, he could easily waste a day or two without ever leaving the bedroom. Instead, he went for a walk.
He was a few blocks down the street when he realized he'd not been this alone, this far away from his girls, in a long time. Even when he used to visit the library he'd always had the sense that Ellie might be watching, but now, Ellie didn't want to protect the world from him anymore. Being more than an arm's reach from some tits and ass was almost disorienting.
Ryan let his thoughts settle. He became sure he was completely unsupervised. He could do whatever he wanted. The heady sense of freedom was like a brick in his stomach, but the feeling passed. He'd known for a while now that Ellie had given up the fight, that he was in charge. He could do whatever he wanted, but would that really change anything? He sat down on a park bench and lost himself in his thoughts.
All he'd ever wanted was just a little slice of peace and happiness. Now, with these powers, could he still settle for a quiet life or would circumstance force him into becoming more ambitious?
"Trouble in paradise?" a familiar voice said.
A shot of adrenaline rushed up Ryan's spine. He looked up at Candice Emerson, the beautiful police officer who had some kind of a personal agenda against him. He said nothing.
"Where's your goon? She's here somewhere, right? She's scary good at hiding when she wants to. Sometimes I feel like I only see her when she wants me to know she's there," Candice said.
Ryan dropped his gaze back to the ground.
"You know, for someone who isn't doing anything untoward, you sure need an awfully competent bodyguard," Candice continued.
She's not for my protection, she's for yours,
Ryan thought. He realized how easy it would be for him to just touch her beautiful, dark skin, right now. It almost felt like Candice was taunting him on purpose, daring him to submit her.
Hells. Even if Ellie was here, she'd be rooting for me to do it.
"I'm sure harassment is some kind of a crime," Ryan said.
"So is whatever you're up to," Candice said. "I'm sure the jury will see it my way."
Ryan got up. He lifted his arm but Candice took a step back.
Thank the heavens for that,
Ryan thought.
He turned around, walked away, and didn't look back.
Ryan considered going somewhere but all the options were bad. He'd lost touch with all his old friends. Then there was Claudia, Hannah, and even Andy. Ryan could have used someone to talk to right about then but he and Andy had never really been friends.
After some hours of pointless wandering, Ryan understood there was only one place for him anymore. It wasn't the only place he could go, but it was the only place he wanted to go. He headed back home, back to his girls.
Ryan spent the next twenty hours in bed. His cock never went soft so the girls didn't even notice his thoughts were elsewhere. It was already dark outside when Ryan found himself alone again. He took a deep breath and decided to take a shower.
He was halfway across the bedroom when the witch appeared in the doorway. She was still wearing that flimsy harem costume. Her eyes were burning with a mix of emotions. The intensity looked good on her. Ryan took a moment to re-appreciate her tiny, slim body. The way she moved told Ryan this witch was not a book nerd. Wherever she came from, they had taught her to fight, too. Ryan remembered the force the small woman had used when she had first tackled him into Lizzy's fruit stand.
The witch took a few steps into the bedroom and someone closed the door behind her. They stood in silence for a moment.
"I guess it's about time, isn't it?" Ryan said. "I have to be honest. I still have mixed feelings about what you did to me."
The witch answered something in that strange language of hers.
Ryan extended his hand toward her but the girl did not respond to his gesture. He took a step but she backed away. Ryan took two more steps and she slipped away again.
"What's this?" Ryan said, but the witch just stared at him with those eyes of hers.
Fucking magical weirdos,
Ryan thought.
Ryan lunged at her, and eventually managed to corner her. He grabbed her wrists and she fought him off. She didn't try to run away anymore but she blocked his hands with practiced movements. There was no fear or anger in her eyes.
Ryan grabbed one of her pert, round tits. Size-wise, the firm breast was flirting with being even big, for her body. The dark witch was definitely bustier than Erica. With his other hand, Ryan engulfed the entirety of a juicy, firm little buttock.
The witch turned her head away from a kiss so Ryan just licked her neck and cheek. She tried to push him off but it didn't feel like a full force effort. Ryan lifted her off her feet and slammed her down on the bed. He looked her in the eye and bared her, her flimsy garments offering even less token resistance than she did.
She said something again but he shut her up by kissing her. He kissed her lips and her face and then her neck. He kissed her lovely, dark skin and then her lovely, dark breasts and nipples. As luck would have it, the only fat on her beautiful body was in her ass and her boobs.
Ryan let the energy flow and rubbed his thumb on her clit. The girl's eyes bulged and she started to moan. She became wet in an instant. She said something again when Ryan started to push into her, but he had no idea what she wanted. Ryan pushed deeper and the girl started to gasp and shudder.
The witch still squirmed under him, and made a move as if she wanted to escape every now and then, but Ryan could see the lust in her eyes. She was panting and rolling her head back. Ryan had kept the energy low, to not knock the new girl out, but now, he started slowly bringing the heat up.
She was clearly tighter than any of the other girls. Ryan worked his way in slowly. He could swear her pussy was tighter than some assholes he had fucked. This tight hole, though, was of course self lubricating. He worked up his speed. Soon, he felt that familiar sense of satisfaction he always got from making a completely new girl climax around his cock for the first time.
He fucked her faster and the witch started to black out from the onrush of the magical energy. Something made Ryan hold back, though, and he didn't quite slam full force into her tiny snatch.
Turning a woman into a shivering mess of constant orgasms didn't get old. Or hadn't, so far. Ryan still marveled at the effect he had on his unfortunate victims.
This one, though, can pretty much blame herself for causing all of this.
Ryan wasn't even all that angry at the witch anymore, but he didn't feel guilty either. As a political move, submitting her was a wonderful coup. There was no doubt she could do all kinds of wonderful magic things to further his agenda, whatever his agenda might turn out to be. Ryan had to admit a witch could be quite useful when they inevitably ran into some kind of trouble again.
When he pulled out, Ryan finally realized the girl had probably been a virgin, but it was way too late to worry about that now. At least with the energy, he had been able to circumvent most of the awkward pitfalls that usually surrounded a woman's first time.
Ryan wasn't done yet so he pushed back in. He kept his pace sweet and gentle, however. He could see the witch was still struggling with his size so he decided to let her down easy. He came a lot sooner than he normally would, letting his newest slave have her first load of submission.
Ryan pushed as deep as he could go, maybe even a bit deeper. The cum gushed inside the hot little witch's hot little pussy, brimming out of her once she was completely filled. It occurred to Ryan that such a deep deposit would have left the poor girl completely pregnant if the former curse, now commonly seen as more of a blessing, did not protect Ryan from such unintended side effects.
Maybe one day,
he thought.
The witch would not be Ryan's first choice for a baby mama but a few of the other girls would be good at it, if it ever came to that. Melinda, for sure, had a proven track record as a great mom.
Ryan took his shower. The witch was still out when he got back. Or, at least she was pretending. Ryan headed for the living room. He glared at Ellie, standing at her spot. The other girls kept their distance out of deference but Ryan saw in their eyes they all wanted to hug him and congratulate him on his newest conquest.
"You didn't think to mention she was a virgin?" Ryan said, to Erica.
"Why? I mean, given her background, it's kind of obvious," she said.
"Cute. But since I don't know anything about this background of hers, telling me about it would still have helped."
"It's not a big deal, is it?" Erica said.
"A woman's first time is a big deal in our culture, isn't it? And it's a good thing it is. Women should be in charge of their own sexuality, so it shouldn't count for nothing," Ryan said.
