Chapter 4
With the house quiet, Bonnie and Quinn found themselves in an awkward position. They had just defined their new relationship as a budding friendship this night. They had also, however, just taken one another's maidenhoods in the throes of wild passion. Did this make them lovers? Would this be foolish of them?
Doubts such as these addled the pair of new witches as they prepared for bed. They took turns in the bath, even as they kept each other company. As one bathed, the other sat near in a chair, offering enjoyable conversation. They had so quickly formed a connection, yet they had so much yet to learn of each other.
The bath itself was positively wondrous. It had some preternatural means of maintaining its own warmth and refreshing its reservoir. While the nastier contaminants were filtered out, and new water added from some unseen source, it was never to be emptied. The concept of some form of hunter's pot made from bathwater was initially quite off-putting. It was, however, a matter of policy that any witch to bathe in it was only to do so after cleansing with dinth glanadh.
When the combination of magic and the time spent together inevitably aroused the new friends' appetites and bodies, they were at an impasse. Retired to their room, it had to be decided how they wanted to relieve their stiff cocks. Both of them would have vastly preferred to stuff each other's holes to their hearts' content. Neither, though, admitted these feelings.
If they were to be friends, perhaps they would need to show self-control. So, with the help of a few dollops of nymph butter, they tried again to masturbate. The fabulous sensations of the nymph butter made it easy. One ejaculation didn't satisfy either of them. Once Quinn spilled her seed twice, and Bonnie thrice, they had sufficiently quelled their appetites.
In the morning, this process needed to be repeated. This time, they each came thrice. Famished, and falling to their lust, each load of cum was also ejected directly into each other's mouths. Swallowing cum was invigorating and allowed them to meet the day fresh and optimistic.
Bonnie and Quinn dressed. Bonnie found Quinn looked disappointed. When she caught her friend repeatedly glancing at her skirt, Bonnie realized her mistake. She then turned in the hem of her skirt a couple times to expose some of her cock so she could match Quinn. This made her friend smile, which was well worth a wardrobe malfunction.
Downstairs, housemates gathered loosely around a small breakfast nook, where tea and cakes had sat on offer. Lyra beamed like the sunrise at Bonnie, taking a moment to swallow a mouthful of cake before greeting her.
"Get your fill," Lyra invited. "I'm told witch's seed is full of some special form of sugar, along with a whole host of other goodies. They said that we to replenish our sugar, so we can keep making cum. This is just first breakfast! We are meant to meet in the dining hall afterwards for second breakfast."
Bonnie happily ate the most delicious cakes she'd ever tasted. The first was rich with cinnamon and ginger, and the second was butter pecan. The tea woke her right up and went down smoothly.
Then it was time to leave for campus. Lyra walked with Bonnie and Quinn. She was a friendly and bubbly presence, and thus was a welcome addition. She may have been a tad peculiar, but peculiarity seemed to be something Bonnie would need to be acquainted with.
Outside of the double doors into the central castle was a true oddity. There were strange wooden mounts posted along one wall. Most of them were bare, with purposes unclear. A few, sparsely spread throughout the lineup, had butts, however. They were actual disembodied human butts, somehow attached to the mounts. They were clear witches' butts, too, because they had both sets of genitals.
Just as Bonnie mouthed "what the fuck is this," she saw one of her dorm mates pointing straight at her. The girl in question was talking to an apprentice who was standing beside one of the butts. The apprentice eagerly waved and shouted to beckon Bonnie over.
Bonnie looked nervously to Quinn, but Quinn only goaded Bonnie forward to meet with the overzealous girl. "You're Bonnie, right?" The apprentice asked once Bonnie was near enough. "You're the one with the cambion?"
"Um... I suppose?"
"Oh that's marvelous! I'm Beth; charmed, I'm sure. Has anybody told you what these are yet? No? These are relief mounts. Through a spell, any witch on campus can sit their rump down into a nifty portal, which transports it to one of these. It is how one puts herself up as a free use sex toy."
Bonnie was going to ask why someone would do that, but the chatty girl kept talking. "I hope you aren't thinking of asking why. The fact that it's a thrill should be reason enough. Beyond that, it is used to accumulate magick for a number of rituals. Now, if you look at the top, you will see a number of symbols that define what parameters the witch behind the portal has set. For instance, to put limits on which holes are played with, or how roughly they want to be treated."
"Alright... you're telling me this, because...?"
"This girl right here," she said, giving the butt and sharp smack, "is my best friend, Aubrey. Word got around about a new cambion, and Aubrey was desperately hoping to try out your cock. She says she won't leave the relief mount until you give her a proper fucking. These symbols mean there's no limits. You can use either, or preferably both of her holes. If you look down here," she said, pointing down to Aubrey's balls. A leather belt was slung tightly over her sack to stretch out her large balls, causing them to swell and strain tightly against the sack. "She means it when she says she wants it rough."
Bonnie was blushing and failing to make eye contact. "I don't... why? This is weird. Both holes? Why would she want my cock in her bum?"
Beth snorted a laugh, as if that was a stupid question. "You're new here. You'll come to understand."
"But it's... dirty. It's for shitting," Bonnie argued.
"No, it isn't. Shitting is barbaric, and witches are above that. Our assholes are strictly for pleasure. Try getting yours licked some time. It's..." Beth could only finish her thought by shivering.
Bonnie looked to her friends trying to gauge their reactions to the oddity. Quinn and Lyra only smiled back at her. Lyra asked, "Would Aubrey be okay with it if I take a turn after Bonnie?"
"I can promise you that she'd absolutely love it," Beth assured her.
Quinn looked at Bonnie giddily and told her, "I would like to watch."
This was a curveball for Bonnie. She'd been worried that agreeing might mess things up with Quinn. Now Quinn was the one goading her into doing it.
In the end, Bonnie's erection made the decision for her. She was in the open, looking at a bare butt, and hearing lewd things from all directions. It was all too much, and her cock sprang up, now begging like a puppy.
Bonnie shrugged and dropped her skirt. Beth turned some dials on the side of the mount to lower it to the perfect height and angle the butt upwards. Bonnie took a deep breath and leaned into the mounted ass, quickly penetrating a stranger's pussy. Her eyes instantly rolled back with satisfaction. With relief mounts around, she wasn't sure she would ever be satisfied with masturbation.
