Arthur saw her from across the bar and was immediately taken with her. Raven hair almost feline motions and a magnificent body. He decided she would be tonight's conquest.
He struck up a conversation with her, learning her name was Daphne. He also learned about a dozen other details about her, which he did not really store in his memory. It was not required for his objective of bedding her, which would be easy. His good looks, his charm, and his witchcraft would see to that. It always did.
He chatted her up, flashed his luminous eyes, and cast a spell which should make her quite aroused, needy, and... malleable. Within the hour they were in his hotel room undressing each other.
He was actually a good lover, his other talents notwithstanding. He gave her a casual massage, spent nearly an hour tonguing her nether regions to multiple orgasms before even considering intercourse. Then he utilized his powers to maintain his significant manhood until she was beyond sated before allowing himself to fill her with his seed. She had been very responsive, moaning, mewling and pressing back against him. She was not a noisy lover, there were no screams or cries as she came.
He always enjoyed watching, hearing and feeling a woman orgasm. She was already beautiful... but women were so... angelic and beautiful when they were lost in the throes of orgasm. He loved causing that.
As they lay next to each other in the afterglow, he did what he always did. He cast a spell for her fall into a deep sleep, which was not difficult to achieve after a round of incredible love making. Then, when she awoke, he would be long gone on to find his next lover.
He had been doing this for years... centuries actually. In the beginning he had attempted relationships, but when you are immortal, that never works out. So, when he wanted physical contact, and release, one-night stands were the routine.
So, it was he took in Daphne's serene features and silently willed her to sleep. She closed her eyes, relaxed. He stood and quietly began to dress.
He heard her husky but pleasant voice, "Where the fuck do you think you are going?"
He froze. Then turned to look at her, propped up on one arm, regarding him sardonically.
This was not possible. A mortal did not have the ability to even know about his spells, much less resist them. That could only happen if... "Who are you?"
"I told you. I am Daphne."
He hesitated. What he was about to say would make him sound crazy if he was wrong, "What are you?"
She laughed sweetly, "The same as you, a witch."
He should have been able to sense that, to instinctively recognize a fellow Wiccan. "You shielded yourself? Why?"
"Because I have been watching you and your... antics, with women. I wanted to experience you. Please, lay back down. I would like to talk with you. Would you not like to have an actual conversation with one of your conquests? Especially on Halloween?"
He smiled, "Yes. Yes, I actually would."
Arthur was apprehensive. He did welcome a conversation with someone like him, someone he did not need to hide from. On the other hand, she had set him up. She had deceived him, and her powers must be significant in order to do so successfully. He could only hope her ruse did not include some evil intent. As she had noted, it WAS Halloween.
He removed the clothing he had put on and lay back down beside her. He soon found his concerns were not warranted. Their discussion came easily. It turned out she was like him in another way. She too was highly sexualized and spent part of her time bedding mortal men... and sometimes women. She described how, as he had cast a spell to improve his own stamina, she did the same to her lovers. The mortal men she slept with had no idea that their unaccustomed endurance was because she would not allow them to cum until she was satisfied. She was not heartless, however. When she did, at long last, allow them to cum, she enhanced things for them. It would be the longest, most intense orgasm of their lives.
They swapped stories about their most memorable encounters, and stories about their personal histories.
While they chatted, laughing and commiserating, she casually waved a hand towards his midsection. Arthur experienced what felt like a woman taking his flaccid phallus into her mouth. The woman who was not there softly fellated him as he grew turgid, then continued to casually manipulate him, making him feel good with no intent to make him cum. Partially so he could maintain his focus on their conversation.
Arthur returned the favor in kind, and soon Daphne was enjoying his familiar tongue and lips on her womanhood, although he still lay next to her. She sighed in appreciation but continued talking.
She asked, "Do you ever get bored? Doing basically the same thing over and over for so long?"
He admitted that he did, occasionally. But what do you do? You cannot actually get emotionally invested, because a long-term relationship with a mortal only ends one way.
She smiled in understanding, "I try to find something productive to do for the human I am with, so I feel like I contributed something. We cannot really get into politics or anything because we would be found out. So, I try to do something on an individual level."
He nodded, "Like what?"
"Well. Maybe the person needs some money, so I leave them some. Maybe the poor guy has a small penis, so I leave him with the larger one I created for my session. Or I leave him with the stamina. Or some self-confidence. Any number of things."
