Witches are fickle, tricky creatures. Human in appearance, devious in mind, and sinister in strategy: a witch is one who will stop at nothing to get what she wants.
Ronaara wanted the Demigoddess.
Standing tall at 6 foot 3, with wavy black hair tipped silver just a few inches from the ends, Ronaara hadn't worn clothes for weeks now. For what purpose? She had needed to prepare for this grand incantation, and she was going to feel comfortable while doing it. Ritual be damned. Perhaps a little too literally.
She stood over her oak wood desk. The heavy tome atop it was flipped to a page and Ronaara read carefully everything on it, including - especially - her notes. Satisfied, she flipped the book closed and walked off. It wasn't a long trek from her study to the open room, but it felt much longer tonight than ever before. She grew hot, perhaps wet, with anticipation. Lot of good that would do her anyways.
The witch reached the open room. It was devilishly hard to see in here, but she could make out the darker lines she'd drawn beforehand. Ronaara briskly stepped to the center of the room. Up went her arms, clasped at the hands. Her eyes shut, and her incantations began. Red lights fluttered up out of nowhere, surrounding her around the edges of a marked circle. As she continued, so did the intensity of the red glow. It became white-hot and then plunged into the witch's lower body, just below her torso. The pain was excruciating. Ronaara felt her insides realigning to accompany the new member. When the jolting pain subsided, Ronaara slowly raised herself up, then looked down.
She nearly broke her composure with a big smile. It was perfect. She had grown a dick just by praying to the right gods. The screams of pain around her pulled her from the reverie. Annoying. Frustrating. She triggered her second spell. Instantly, six spikes drove up from the ground; instantly, the voices ceased. Blood trickled from their fatal wounds, gathering along the rivulets carved for the ritual.
The blood then glowed, a lusty red, brighter than crimson, defining the outline of the shape it inhabited. A power from beyond the world was summoned. A low hum announced a portal to a plane of existence humans weren't meant to travel to. Instead, something from beyond traveled from it.
Roanna smiled. "Myzix!" she called. "I claim your service once more!"
The demon took visible form now as she stepped forward. She had scaly red sides and a smooth-skinned gray center. She carried wings tipped with claws at their joints. The sultriness of the lesser succubus was perfected in her swaying strut. Her voice was gravelly, yet full of power and conniving: "Who do we raid today, Mistress?"
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On the side of Pine Mountain stood a small castle of stone. Barely large enough for a dozen inhabitants, it nonetheless was an important bulwark against incoming enemies. It sat with clear views for three directions, and a high stone slope for the fourth. Housed inside were the Maidens of White Coven, regenerative sorceresses with specialties for scouting and reconnaissance.
That would not help them much today.
The wooden doors blew open to a fireball from outside. The Maidens frantically rallied their alarms, and by the time they had assembled, Roanna and Myzix had reached the entrance. Roanna cast a force spell, knocking the Maidens back on their heels. Myzix leapt onto the walls, shredding the three defenders on them with her claws. The witch rushed through the gate on supernatural speed, clasping the neck of a Maiden with her strong hand and slamming the back of her head into the ground. Myzix joined her on the ground now, and they made short work of the majority of the defenders.
One of them - it looked like the leader - didn't back up like the remaining Maidens. "You've no place here, Witch!" she cried, almost gallantly.
Roanna frowned. She cast another spell: a summoning circle - three, in fact - appeared to her side. Black-purple tendrils shot out, ensnaring the speaker. Roanna forcewaved off the clothes of the four Maidens unlucky enough to survive their assault.
Then the real carnage began.
Roanna's dick was fully erect and rock hard at this point. Her libido was high and she craved an unwilling target. The gray-haired one would do nicely, yes. The witch picked up the victim with a forceful arm. The Maiden's groans of protest emanated with each pitiful attack on Roanna, mainly slaps and punches that had no effect. Roanna chuckled menacingly. "You are fortunate, young one. You get to pop my cherry."
Silver-hair blinked in surprise. Perhaps the line was a double entendre.
Roanna hoisted the girl up - no older than twenty years but with gorgeous silvery-gray hair - and set her vagina-first on her massive, wide, 12-inch-long cock. The Maiden's groans grew to screams, and the terror on her face looked delicious to the wicked witch. Roanna leaned her mouth next to the girl's ear: "Down." And two virginities were lost in an instant.
Myzix had selected a black-haired petite woman for her first spoil of the day. She held the girl reverse, with her back to the demon's front. Myzix had her own dick grow out of her groin, thick and long in its own right, though admittedly more manageable than Roanna's ritualized monster. The smooth gray member slid with unnatural ease into the anus of the short Maiden. Her yelling softened as Myzix used nether-magic to reassure her and dull the extreme pain. Steadily, the demon's thrusting turned rhythmic and constant, capturing them both in a hellish ecstasy.
The black tendrils had enslaved the Maiden leader in a perilous position. She was held feet-up and head-down behind Roanna. All three tentacles found holes to invade, and the victim's muffled cries of pain - soon turning to pleasure - could be heard behind the witch.
That left the fourth Maiden with naught to do. She watched silently, obviously the youngest at 18, and without any experience in magic nor sex. Her hand instinctively went to her clitoris, rubbing it gently. Her other hand groped a breast. Her open mouth released gasps of pleasure.
Roanna didn't need to hold up Silver-hair anymore - her spell's magic did that just fine - she simply liked to have a hand on this beautiful girl's body. Blood mixed with love juices along her massive cock, thrusting up then out of the tight pussy. Silver-hair fought feebly the only ways her scattered brain would allow, but all were fruitless to the strength and control of the Witch and her spell.
Roanna heard the various female expressions of pleasure and detached her mind for a short minute. She thought of her mission, to summon the Demigoddess, and the ultimate prize she would necessarily receive on her road to summoning Her. It had been a long time since she had last gazed up at the Archangel. That contemptibly lovely creature. So tall. So perfect. So righteous. To sully her with this Hellish penis would be...
Her orgasm yanked her thoughts back to the present. She kept thrusting her top six inches into the untrained vagina as strong spurts of semen shot into the virgin womb. Silver-hair's secondary pleasure was erased in an instant. An abject fear shot through her, quickening her breath and widening her eyes. Roanna pulled her still-raging hard-on out of her with her free hand, releasing the hold spell. The poor girl fell to the ground on her knees, cum spurting back out of her vagina. She cried and screamed, the sheer intensity of the event drenching her with emotions... and perhaps she would want more soon enough.
Until then, Roanna had other takers. The youngest Maiden had crawled on hands and knees up to the Witch, looking plaintively - hungrily - at the foot-long monster cock attached to her crotch. It still stood at full mast, now drenched in her own sperm. Roanna's toned body, bulging scrotum, and ample breasts completed the absolutely sexy look she had. Myzix was still busy with the ass of the petite one. A pity, Roanna thought, by Hell's laws, she was forbidden from the pussy. The leader behind Roanna was still being ravished by her three tentacles; her moans had finally dissipated from painful to pleasured.
Roanna looked down at the young student. She couldn't climax with this exuberant little tart... But she could teach her a thing or two about sex. She bade the girl towards her sperm-covered member, letting her lick it off with subservient respect. The feeling was immeasurable, yet still, it was but a fraction of what she would enjoy with that damnable Archangel.
Roanna's palm clasped onto the girl's head. She shoved the interested mouth over her penis's swollen head and glans. The other hand on her hip, she thrusted the equal an opposite direction from the girl's head. Small mouths made for the best fellatio, Roanna thought. But she couldn't get more than her massive, fleshy helmet into the mouth. She couldn't climax from this anyway, so she let the nubile train on her. How merciful of the Witch.
While she waited, Roanna heard an unearthly groan and a human scream. Myzix was finishing up her black-haired beauty; darker gray cum shot out of the girl's anus, past the sizeable demon dick, and onto the ground between Myzix's feet. The leader behind her had stopped moaning; her tentacles continued working each of the three holes but there was no response. It wasn't enough to kill her. Roanna mused idly about being so sex-drunk that one loses consciousness... while conscious.
"M-... Mistress?" a small, quivering voice asked from below. Roanna looked down. Her erection - expectedly - had not diminished in the slightest. "You've... run out of milk? I... I don't understand."
The tall Witch lifted the tiny girl's chin up, while leaning down closer to her. "My dear little one... You will make an excellent slave upon our return."
The girl blushed hotly, turning her face away.
Roanna patted the hair on her head and walked on.
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"Intruders at the Inner Walls!!" came the frenzied shout of the guard.
"There is no other defense than that door, soldier," said a Captain, resolution emphasizing his tone. "You know your duty. Stand at your post and deliver!"
Stunned into silence, the guard turned, shaking visibly, with weapon raised. Unlike the Captain, this simple guard had seen who was doing the intruding: just two females, tall and well-built, obviously in shape. But both of them bore the most massive erections he could not have even imagined! Terrified to his bones, his demeanor only worsened after they made such short work of the outer defenses. The two of them had raped men - men!! - with those awful penises! Switching between the two, they each conquered a rear, and a mouth.
The witness remembered it all and nearly vomited a fourth time.
BANG.
The oaken doors accepted a blow from the outside. They would soon be in, penetrating the castle's Inmost Hall.
BANG.
"You are soldiers in service of the Archangel," Captain reminded him and his compatriots.
BANG.
"You. Will. Stand."
BANG.
"And Deliver!!."
