If you're just stumbling onto the Warlock's Tower series, please go back and read chapters 1 2 and 3 to get an idea of the characters.
I plan on picking up the writing of this series now that I'm done moving and things have settled down. Grimbirar, Maddy, Bree, Kimmy and Melody have many nights of debauchery left. Thanks again for all the feedback and encouragement. I appreciate it!
-Xanach
Kimmy was standing inside one of her master warlock's reading room. Tall hardwood shelves of books lined the walls, written in ancient scripts and arcane runes. It was dimly lit by candelabras hung around the perimeter. Kimmy hadn't noticed much of the room when she came in, what with being horny as all hell.
Any man would kill for Kimmy. She was tall and slender, with sharply curved hips and tanned toned legs. Her breasts were large and spherical, and clung to her chest giving her a deep canyon of cleavage. Straight Brunette hair dangled just below her shoulders, waving curving slightly as it fell.
The one thing Kimmy had many women did not, was a giant, fat, cock. It dangled between her legs where a normal woman might have a vagina, in fact, the penis rested inside her vagina when it was flaccid. Currently, it was slowly retracting back inside at the moment, having just been expertly sucked dry by the tower's newest resident.
Bree was sitting on a couch behind Kimmy. She was still panting slightly from the brutal deep throating Kimmy had just subjected her too. Kimmy found her completely stunning. Her skin was tanned to dull copper, and her brown eyes were impossibly wide and round. Apple sized breasts clung to her tiny frame, with oak brown areolae forming perfect circles in the center. She was the warlock's new girl, just brought home this evening.
Standing on the other side of Kimmy was Mel, A willowy tall and thin girl with long, silky brown hair running down to her lower back. She wore a dress of deep blue, which shimmered in the dim candlelight of the reading room. Kimmy could see she was barefoot underneath the dress, and as she walked toward Bree on the loveseat she seemed to float through the room.
Mel reached out a hand to Bree sitting on the couch. "You must be Grimbriar's new toy," Bree sheepishly reached out to grab Mel's outstretched hand, which Mel brought to her mouth to kiss. "May I introduce myself? Melody, at your service." Melody's voice was like a symphony. Multiple pitches and timbres echoed through the small library as she talked. Kimmy felt her mind begin to float, and saw Bree's gaze become empty and distant.
"Nice of you to spy on us, Mel." Kimmy said annoyed. The last thing she needed now was Mel lurking around. Why was she always around when it was inconvenient? "But, I think Bree is tired from a long night, and we should really get to..."
"Was I talking to you?" Mel shot her head towards Kimmy, her eyes burning red with fury. Her voice cracked like a timpani in the air. Kimmy backed up instinctively. "It seems to me," Mel said, her voice calming into a soft harmony. "That Kimmy has used up poor Bree without Grimbriar's consent. Is that true Bree?"
Bree nodded slowly. "Fuck." Kimmy thought. This was going from bad to worse. She thought about making a break for the door, but that wouldn't work. Mel would certainly catch her. Her best bet was to try and talk Bree over to her side. "I was just showing Bree around! We were bonding." She sat next to Bree on the couch and put her arm around her. "We're like sisters, you know!"
Bree wasn't playing along. "Mel," she said. "Are you one of Grimbriar's girls? Do you know a way out of here?"
Melody laughed harmoniously. It sounded like chimes and church bells all at once. "No, my dear I am not one of Grimbriar's pets as you are. However, I'm afraid I cannot help you escape." Melody removed the shoulder straps of her dress. She began to step out revealing her naked body, so white it was ghostly. "I can however, teach miss Kimmy a lesson about borrowing other people's toys."
Kimmy panicked. She pushed off Bree, and tried to run for the other side of the room. But Mel was too quick. Her eyes flashed purple briefly and Kimmy felt herself flung back to the couch. She smacked into the cushions as her head whip lashed back, and stars danced around her vision. She saw Mel lording over her, her skin pale as ivory and delicate mosquito bite breasts tower above her. Kimmy tried to get up, but found she could only move her head, being pressed into the cushions by some unseen force.