Chapter 2 - Baby Fever.
Luke was the first to awaken.
He found himself surprisingly comfortable swathed in drenched scarlet sheets. His lady of the night was still sleeping with him, bathing him in a nest of silvery hair, with her leg thrown over his crotch protectively, as if she could mask the girth swinging down below.
Careful so as not to wake her, he glanced around the room and inspected it for clues as to where he might be.
The scarlet sheets underneath them filled out the top of a double king size mattress on a four poster bed. One of the sides faced a beaded curtain draped from a pole extending from two posters of the massive bed. Presumably that leads to the rest of the room outside. But the other walls were also interesting.
On his left was a big cozy bookshelf extending to the ceiling, filled with provocative titles such as The Sorceresses Cumpanion, Advanced Pheremonology, and Encyclopedia Erotica Volumes 1 through 69.
On His right was a collection of alchemical instruments, arranged orderly on shelves, and an apothecary kit, consisting of many strange herbs, spices, and phallic mushrooms.
Speaking of the devil, the back wall was arrayed with a variety of toys. Sex toys. Vibrators, Dildos, Ropes, Chains, Masks, and more.
And to complete the freaky package, the ceiling above the four poster bed was covered from wall to wall in a vast mirror, reflecting the
Red bedsheets stretched out over the wide mattress below, reflecting back down on the couple. Behind their tangled bodies, he could make out a vast mandala embroidered in the bedsheets, a ring of golden runes around a pentagram centering on them. And most curious of all, was the ring of candles, floating above the mattress as if there was an invisible chandelier extending down from the mirrored ceiling.
The boy wondered how burning wax did not drip down on them.
Luke stared up at their reflections on the ceiling and marveled at the beauty of the creature he had just fucked senseless not long ago. Her shroud shredded into tatters by their lovemaking, her hat spilled over onto its side on the bed next to them, and her wild silver hair smelling of vanilla.
The serene being splayed out over his body quickened his heart and pumped precious blood down into his cock. He could not help but reach for her, tenderly stroking the locks of her hair. As a wisp of hair drifted over her sweet button nose and long sensuous eye lashes, she began to stir.
"Hhhmmmmmmm" She murmured sweetly.
She cuddled up closer to him, mashing her jugs over the right side of his torso and squirting milk onto his arm, swiveling her generous behind and tightening her left leg's hold on his cock.
"Oooohhh Daddy... break my little pussy..." She whispered half-asleep, smiling giddily and nuzzling her cute button nose deeper into his chest. Her snatch loosing a steady river of girlcum over his crotch and thighs.
A moment of worry struck the boy as he wondered who she was dreaming off.
"...luke..." She whispered
Bu-Bump! Went the boy's heart, as his length grew a few inches
"...Luke..." She pleaded
Bu-Bump! Went the boy's heart again, as his girth hardened to iron.
"....oh Luke it's true... everything is true..." Her body shifted so she was lying face down into his chest and his cock slid into the gap between her shapely black legs
BU-BUMP! Went his heart a third time, as blood rushed to his lower parts and his cock snapped erect upwards like a flagpole, and SMACK! smacked her generous behind, crying out his surrender to the voluptuous witch's curves.
Her stunning blue eyes framed by black lashes fluttered open groggily. Then a cloud of brief lusty confusion fogged her eyes, as she felt the root of the boy's steaming hot monster cock press up and into her clit. And up through between her split labia, up past her grundle, and far out past the globes of her thick ass.
"Your holiness." She wriggled her sloppy dripping pussy all over the base of his rod. "The Tome was true. You're magnificent!"
"Who Are You?" Hot precum began to well up his cock.
"Alice My Lord" She apologized, as she slowly slid up his length, leaving a long trail of cream in her wake.
"How do you know my name?" He grunted guttural.
"Oh. Oh my God." She began to ease her lower lips apart on his spewing cockhead. "Your Tome. OH! It told me about you. HMmmmm so Good!... I have a copy."
A tingle went up Luke's spine and he heard the sound of something heavy sliding out off of one of Alice's bookshelves, then he watched in awe as a massive leather bound book titled The Adventures of Lukas John Mutingamo floated down slowly.
"Hey! That's my name!"
The book flopped open and the two halves flapped past the floating candles like a clumsy bird. It flapped down over to the two bodies coming together on the massive bed down below.
Alice groaned oh so sweetly as she was impaled, watching the book together with Luke, his thick cockmeat sliding slowly into her, filling her.
"We need to take this slow so I don't go too crazy!" she laughed out loud like a tittering bird
He grunted in agreement, but could not help his pungent pheromonal precum from leaking from his cock right up into her, causing her to giggle giddily.
"Master, I summoned you to restore the world to balance." She said with sudden seriousness, belied by her slowly gyrating her wide hips so as to stir around her melting pussy.
She shook the glaze from her ocean eyes, fighting off the hysterical mad lust threatening to overtake her, then flourished a hand towards the book, it's pages flipping past, till the book came to rest floating open in front of them, showing an illustration, annotated with arcane runes.
The Witch cooed as the boy suddenly sprayed a few coils of sperm right up into her fertile womb, so turned on was he by the image displayed on those pages.
It was him! Seated on a throne of gold, surrounded by a horde of young curvaceous pregnant women, with bulging bosoms and bellies and buttocks. Some were bowing, with their overflowing teats pressed into the velvet carpet before the throne, and their pussy lips dripping from beneath their upturned asscheeks, some were nursing adorable babies, others were staring at the enthroned man with their hands clasped together worshipfully, and others still were milking his Mammoth Cock.
"You're the Allfather." Alice cooed, sinking down to her cervix and laying her head back down on Luke's chest, her massive tits leaking rivers of milk on his belly.
