The Witchs Offering Ch 02

Ren took a couple of deep breaths as he tried to regain his composure, "What the fuck was that I just saw?"

"Jones is a werewolf," she replied. Ren guessed that the British accent must be her natural way of speaking. "I made it quite plain that I dress this way because I'm a witch, an eromancer to be precise, and showed you some of my magic. I'm not understanding why you are so surprised werewolves exist."

"Showed me your magic? When?"

"The noise, dear. It didn't come back until we were leaving," she said, waving back toward the door they had just come out of. "Unfortunately, the debacle in there is my fault as well. But no matter. In a few hours, people will start recovering from my scent. Once everyone gets their clothes back on, Jones will push the button and wipe their memories along with any consequences like STD's."

"Pregnancy?" he asked.

"No one can get pregnant in or around the club."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because it's calming you down. By the way, my driver looks a bit unusual as well, do try to not spaz out the way you did about Jones."

A limo exited the parking garage across the street and pulled up in front of them. The vehicle looked more like a European supercar someone stretched and made into a limousine. Trying to be a gentleman, Ren stepped forward to open the door for the woman, only to discover there was no handle. A moment later the car door shifted out slightly and rotated upwards revealing four seats, two on each side facing inward. He helped the woman climb in, getting a smile and a flash of her pantyless pussy for his trouble.

Before climbing in himself, he stopped.

He'd just seen magic here in the real world. There was a werewolf doing god-knows-what to the people inside the club. And this woman needs his virginity for some reason. Somehow he knew that this was his last chance to back out. He could run right now and might even get away. Peeking inside the car at the woman patiently waiting for him to get in, he knew that wasn't going to happen. She'd already bunched up her skirt and was partially turned toward him, casually running her fingers up and down her sex. Smiling he ducked into the car and took the seat across from her so he could enjoy the view.

As the doors came down so did the divider between them and the driver, "Where to Mistress Lethe?" came a feminine voice from the front of the car.

Ren turned and about fell out of his seat. The woman's face was jet black with a large, alabaster white spot centered roughly on her cheekbone that took up most of one side. He had seen a number of mixed-race people before but never anything like this.

"Mrr?" she said giving him a confused look as both of the ears on top of her head twitched toward him.

Ren finally found his tongue, "Neko?"

The confusion turned into a hate-filled glare as she rounded on the witch. "Mistress, please don't tell me you brought another one of those otaku fuckers."

The human held up his hands defensively. "No, no, no! I enjoy anime but I'm far from an otaku! No figurines, no waifu pillows, I swear!"

Her eyes narrowed, "I'm disturbed that you know what those things are."

"Those guys get plenty of harassment online. If you are even remotely familiar with the anime culture you will at least have heard of them."

The cat girl's expression went from suspicious to appraising, "I suppose I could accept that."

"Ahem."

Ren and the driver both turned back toward Lethe, who still had a hand between her legs.

"Take us to the house, Katherine, I don't believe he is ready for the estate just yet."

"Got it, boss. By the way, human," the cat girl's hand turned into a feline paw with all of the claws extended. "Call me 'Toonces' and I'll fucking cut a bitch. Got it?" Ren nodded hastily until the divider hid Katherine from view.

"You are certainly a distractible man aren't you?" asked the witch as he turned back towards her. She touched the brooch on her cloak and her bodice and skirt seemed to melt like plastic under a heat gun before drawing up into the pin on the purple cape. Scooting to the edge of her seat and spreading her legs, she beckoned him over, "Come, drink me."

Ren laughed nervously, "I'm not going to shrink am I?" He was only partially joking after what he had witnessed so far. As he stared at her glistening pussy, apprehension from inexperience kept him rooted in place.

"No shrinking, in fact, quite the opposite." Lethe studied his face for a moment. "You're afraid you won't be able to please me."

Ren gasped like he had been punched in the gut, this woman was far too observant.

"You needn't worry," she continued, "part of preparing you for the woman who will take your virginity is turning you into a fantastic lover. I am quite easy to please, the intense way you studied my body back at the club was enough to make me happy. She will be a bit more difficult. Come, drink from me, I will guide you."

Swallowing hard, Ren slid off the seat and leaned forward. Her scent was heavenly, part of him wanted to just lay his head against her leg and breath it in for the rest of his life. The pussy in front of him was the most beautiful, precious thing he had ever seen. Her fluids glistening on her lower lips like dew in the sunlight. Above him, the witch was panting hard with excitement from the look of adoration he was giving her sex.

"Open up," she said, and he obeyed automatically. Ren hardly noticed her hand on the back of his head pulling him forward. When he finally tasted her he nearly came in his pants just from the joy of the experience.

A splash of something faintly sweet hit his tongue, soon followed by a steady stream which he swallowed down happily.

The fog in his mind suddenly cleared. What the fuck?! She was pissing in his mouth! Ren tried to jerk away but she held him firmly against her cunt, he felt her tighten a muscle and the flow stopped.

"Good, you're coming around. This will lessen the effects of my scent on you so you can think clearly, at least until you have gotten used to it. If you wish to do this to me in return later then you are more than welcome. My magic changes the flavor to make it a pleasant experience for both of us."

Ren looked up at her as she spoke, his lips still pressed against her pussy. She was right, instead of the pungent, acrid taste of urine, the flavor was more like water infused with some kind of melon or berry. Shrugging he opened his mouth again, this time teasing the folds of her sex in between swallows.

When she was finished she took his head in her hands and pushed him down slightly. "Now keep your tongue moving and tease me gently as you make your way up toward my clit, but don't touch it yet. Dip your tongue inside me if things start to feel rough or dry, or if you just want to, I won't mind."

Over the course of the next half hour, Ren learned every nook and cranny of Lethe's sex. By the time they slowed down and pulled into a driveway his jaw hurt and the tip of his tongue was numb. He wasn't about to complain though, even in that small amount of time he felt like he gained a ton of knowledge on how to please a woman with his mouth.

"Time to finish me off, dear. If you are going to be fucking the girl and this is just foreplay then don't put your fingers in her cunt unless asked. Most women, or at least the majority of the ones I have ever known, prefer it when a cock is the first thing to penetrate them. If you're waking her up with your face between her legs or perhaps only doing oral that night, by all means, finger-bang away.

"I prefer the feel of a finger or two sliding in and out of my bottom when I cum from being eaten, lube one up and slowly slip it in."

Ren nodded and stuck a finger in his mouth, wetting it.

"No, dear, this isn't internet porn," said the witch, stopping him. "Unless a woman has prepared herself earlier, spit isn't slippery enough for putting things in her arse. Lube is always best, but a woman's juices will work if it's only a finger or two. Put a finger inside me and get it nice and slick first. One last thing, don't just shove it in as you have probably seen in videos. Tease around the outside first and slowly ease it in. Don't be surprised if I cum while you are still pushing, I quite enjoy a good arsefuck."

Damn this woman, now he was thinking about sinking more than a finger into her ass. She kept distracting him with little tidbits of information that derailed his lust. Not enough to make the tent in his pants any smaller but enough to keep him from whipping his cock out, shoving it inside the woman, and whoever needed his virginity could go fuck themselves.

Despite his growing frustration, he did as she asked. Getting a finger slick with her fluids he gently pressed it through the tight ring of her sphincter as he went back to work on her clit. It didn't take long before the witch was rocking her hips forward impaling her ass on his finger and holding his head to her pussy as her entire body shook. Ren looked up and wished he hadn't. Though the orgasm was making her body twitch and shake, she stared down at him as though the wasn't even happening. The look on her face seemed out of place for where his mouth and tongue were at that moment, it was more akin to a teacher being proud of her student.

"Not too shabby," said the catgirl's voice from behind him. Ignoring her, Ren gently licked the witch's lower lips, carefully avoiding her clit as he had been instructed. "It's sad how many men give up before Mistress can get off." She looked over at Lethe, "Mind if I borrow him later? I love a good tongue."

The witch shrugged, "It's up to him, but you have to promise to not let him fuck anything but your mouth."

"Aww, why?" Katherine's eyes widened suddenly, oh.. OH! He's for Xaal?"

Ren moved out from between the woman's legs and sat with his back against the door. Looking up at the feline who hung partway through the opening to the car's cockpit, he asked "Fur shawl?"

Lethe laughed, "X. A. A. L. That's the name of the succubus who wants your virginity."

Ren's eyes narrowed, "Most stories of succubi I've read or seen involve them eating your soul or some other means of killing those they sleep with."

"And if you were some wannabe wizard who managed to summon a succubus then that would be a very real concern. However, I'm a 'make love, not war' type and those who have dealings with me needn't worry. I have made pacts with all of the succubi I summon that those they sleep with will be alive and well afterward."

"Convenient," he said sounding suspicious, "what do they get out of it?"

"The help of a powerful and well-connected witch here on earth when they need it."

"They're demons, what would they need your help for?"

"Politics."

Ren opened his mouth to speak but stopped. After a long pause, he shook his head, "You know what? I don't want to know."

"Consider changing your mind later, the politics of hell are exactly why Xaal needs you."

"You mean my virginity. Not sure why you need mine, I'm sure those wannabe wizards you were talking about haven't seen a pussy outside of the internet."

"Intelligent, but weak-minded. Usually evidenced by them summoning a succubus in the first place. Any and every magical text is littered with warnings about their guile and charm, yet the idiots press on regardless and end up a demon's lunch.

"You, on the other hand, have been on the verge of walking away from me a few times that I'm certain of. You may have poor luck with women, but you have the sense to ignore your cock and take the time to decide if a situation is too dangerous. Of the two, which do you think is more appealing to a succubus?" She noticed a shadow cross Ren's face as she was speaking. After contemplating the man for a moment, the witch asked, "Perhaps not as much bad luck with the women as I thought?"

I'm not sure how you know Autumn, but if you..."

"I merely heard your friends speak of her as being your companion at the club tonight."

"That explains quite a bit. As I was saying though, Autumn is a slut, I don't mean that in a derogatory way either. She's happy with how she lives and doesn't give a fuck who says what about her. The thing is, she has a type that she opens her legs for... and I'm not it." Ren hung his head, "I appreciate what JC is trying to do but I don't want to be their charity case."

"Hmm. While I understand how you see the situation. The discussion they were having before you showed up came across as more, 'payment for services rendered' than charity or pity. It sounded like you have done quite a bit to help your friend and his girlfriend. Did you receive any type of payment for what you did?"

"Umm, well no..."

"I'd recommend if they do something along these lines again you accept graciously. They set you up on a date. Rejecting it out of foolish pride is much like them handing you money for the things you did and throwing it back at them with a sneer."

"Dayum Miss L. Were you planning on ripping his balls off along with going for the jugular?" asked the cat girl.

The witch glanced over to see the stricken look on the man's face. "My sincerest apologies, Ren. I didn't mean to come across as so heavy-handed and truly I should have held my tongue after you did such a wonderful job with yours."

"Apology accepted I suppose, though you've still given me a lot to think about." A noise from the witch drew his attention. She had lifted a leg so her foot was on the edge of the seat, the noise came from two fingers that were casually sliding in and out of her pussy.

"Don't think much of it, Ren," said the driver, noticing the surprised look on his face. "She does that all the time. Once we get inside or you come to the estate she'll be naked and masturbating almost constantly. If you get all turned on watching her then just ask her to take care of you. She rarely says no."

Ren chuckled, "You make it sound like she's a sex slave."

Kathrine laughed, "Not hardly, she still signs our paychecks, well... her accountant does anyway. She just really likes making those around her happy. There's speculation among the staff that she does it as much to get the people around her worked up as to make herself feel good."

He looked over at Lethe who just smiled back.

"Come on, let's get you inside before her scent starts affecting you again," said the cat girl. A chime sounded from the driver's seat and the door Ren was leaning against slid away from his back and rotated up. He suddenly found his head and shoulders in the soft grass next to the driveway.

"Kathrine, that wasn't very nice," scolded the witch. The feline chauffeur hardly cared as she guffawed at the human's legs flailing around comically inside the vehicle.

Lethe grabbed his feet and shoved. Pushing them out of the car, she sent Ren into a slow, uncomfortable backwards somersault that stalled before his legs made it all the way over. Flopping sideways onto the grass, he rolled onto his stomach and hid his face in embarrassment. The catgirl howled with amusement while the witch called out to him in concern.

He lifted a hand up and with a voice muffled by grass said, "I'm ready to go inside."