Nicole's Note: In the real world, playing with fantasies of hypnotic nonconsent requires a foundation of deep trust, as well as things like safewords and aftercare. This is a fantasy—and one in which a lot has been established offscreen.
Also, if you're in the US (or anywhere, really), please keep wearing masks and social distancing. Cases are actually beginning to rise again nationwide and I know too many people who are in direct danger right now. I know we're all tired, but lives continue to be on the line—mainly the lives of people who don't have the luxury of working from home.
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Gretel hated goodbyes. Especially goodbyes that lasted two solid weeks.
"Bye-bye, sugar!" cooed Abril, planting a big, sloppy kiss right on Gretel's neck as she snuck up from behind. Gretel whimpered and cried out, the abjuration mage's mind filling with static as his sensitive, silvery magical mark was subjected to yet another merciless, indulgent makeout from the blonde sorority witch. "Mm... come back soon!"
He nodded and staggered away, trying to suppress a dumb, brainless smile. "Y-Yes. Thank you, Abril. I-I... I will." His cheeks immediately went red.
Oh, gods, did I really say that? Again?
"Such a shame you've gotta leave us," murmured Maye beside him. The copper-haired witch smirked. "You know you're
always
welcome to stay a li'l longer, sweetie. That lamia really did a number on you." She tickled a finger around Gretel's mark.
Gretel squirmed and avoided eye contact. He knew Abril had that wicked, predatory gleam in her eye again. He'd tried to get up early this morning so he could leave without too many of the witches at this little commune trying to 'persuade' him to stay, but... well, Abril always got up early to bake.
And Maye never left his side, of course. He'd known he would face at least two temptresses—fit, lithe Maye and curvy, generous Abril were nigh-irresistible, but it could be worse. And it could still get worse, if Abril got too loud.
He'd already done this once before, he told himself. He could do it again.
Then again, last time he'd escaped he'd gotten the times mixed up, and stumbled out lost in the dark, and Maye had left him a sensitized, weak-willed mess for Dani's coils to massage into her mushy, lovey-dovey plaything, and Maye had been forced to come after to 'save' him—and lead him right back, a finger under his chin as he'd stumbled dreamily after her gorgeous, sparkling hazel eyes with a big, dumb, obedient smile on his face, right back home to the sorority's loving embrace... and oh, how they'd teased him, how they'd showered him in affection to 'reward' their good boy's return, how they'd made him
beg
to admit how wrong he'd been to leave, how silly and adorable and sweet and helpless he was, how much smarter pretty girls always were than dumb boys...
He gave himself a mental shake, jolting himself from some embarrassing memories. But this time would be different. This time he knew the perils.
And once again, the door was at his back. All he had to do was open it and walk out.
All he had to do.
So easy.
His hand fumbled for the doorknob, heart racing. He knew Maye wouldn't force him to stay, though she'd play within the rules to tempt him unbearably, but Abril was a little more... mischievous. Abril didn't play fair. However, her only really dangerous magic was in her baking, and since whatever was in the oven still had at least ten minutes to go, that at least neutralized
her
as a threat. Enchantment-wise.
But the witches had only used a little magic on him, truth be told. The real danger was the more... tangible temptations.
Gretel, a handsome fellow with light olive skin, pale green eyes, and fluffy pink hair, had learned quickly since his departure from the cloistered Mage Tower that it often seemed nearly impossible to keep his wits when a pretty girl was flirting with him. It didn't help when he was living under the thumb of
five
pretty girls, all constantly barely-dressed in lacy lingerie designed to drive him crazy, clinging to him, cooing in his ears, dragging him back into one of their many big, comfy beds to pamper and praise him into obedient goo, to melt his brains into lovey-dovey mush...
"Well, um," he said weakly, realizing he was drifting into those embarrassing memories again, "I should really go. Th-This time for..." He swallowed as Abril gave her wooden spoon, dripping with batter, a long, implicative lick. This was exactly why it had taken him a week to even get himself this close to the door since he'd been brought back. This was exactly why he'd been drowning in the witches' sensual delights for the last two weeks straight. "I should
really
move on," he squeaked.
The doorknob finally turned. He opened the door and backed out onto the porch. Outside, the western horizon burned with the dusk, flooding the orchards and fields and forests with color tinged golden. Gretel winced slightly. It had been a long time since they'd let him outside unsupervised.
And he wasn't exactly unsupervised now.
"Well, here we are again," Maye purred, taking his hand and closing the door behind them. He flushed at even that little contact, her warm, soft, delicate hand holding his tightly, a reminder of how weak he was to the smaller witch's charms. "Heading west this time, sugar?"
"I... yes. No more lamias."
She rested her chin on his shoulder and blinked big puppydog eyes up at him. "Well, you might wanna be careful. That stretch of wood's got a bit of a reputation."
"R-Right." Gretel nodded, shifting away from her far-too-welcome touch. "I-It seems a lot of the forest does."
"Especially after dark," she purred, running a finger over his shirt buttons. "And it's already so close to nightfall."
"R-Right." Gretel laughed nervously. Dusk was an unpleasant compromise—witches slept through the day, which meant he did, too—to the extent that these incorrigible girls allowed him any rest at all. He knew better than to try to steal away during the day, when he'd be far too tired to brave the woods alone. "Well, again, um, I'm sure I'll be fine. Abjurer, you know." He pulled away from her hand with a nervous smile. "Thank you very much for the warning."
"Of course!" Maye cooed. "But are you sure you wouldn't be safer..." Her voice dropped to a husky purr as she leaned in. "... waiting 'til morning, sugar?"
Gretel stiffened, and his breath caught in his throat and retreated back into his chest as Maye's fingers danced across his shoulders. He stared into her shimmering hazel eyes, biting his lower lip to keep it from quivering with sounds he knew from experience he
could not
let Maye hear. "I... um..."
He reached up to try to bat her hand away. She pivoted to taking that hand and squeezing it, the tenderness of the handholding almost mind-numbing in itself. "Yes, sugar?" Her lashes fluttered. "What is it?
"I should... should really be going." Gretel laughed nervously, taking a step back—but parallel to the porch, not towards the steps off of it. "I-I mean, I don't, um, want to impose."
"Impose!" Maye's eyes shone, so pretty and vibrant in the evening light, with those little flecks of gold like sparks from a bonfire. "Oh, you ain't imposin', sugar! You know we'd...
love
to have you."
Gretel felt his cheeks burning.l He tried to look away from Maye's eyes, but something about them swirled with such a friendly, comforting, soothing light. His lips half-parted. It was so easy to... to just stare into them...
Weakly, he pulled away from her handholding. She reached up and caressed his cheek, and he shivered, feeling the sensitive mark on his neck tingling, reminding him just how
good
her touches could feel...
"B-But I..." He coughed. "No, no, I really, um..."
"Just spend one more night with us," the sorority sorceress cooed, fingers dancing delicately across his face, her eyes shimmering like dying stars. "What could be the harm? And you'd be doing us
such
a favor..."
Her eyes glimmered. Sparkled. Gretel's mind seemed to fizz and bubble and melt like candy, Maye's eyes the embers keeping the pot boiling. "I... don't know..." he heard himself mumble.
He tried to force himself to lean away from those touches.
Maye just leaned in and kept up her caressing, now stroking his arm fondly, familiarly. Possessively. "You
must
spend the night," she purred, eyes gleaming—as if she smelled blood in the water. "There's danger out in the woods!
Such
terrible danger."
"D-Danger..." he mumbled, shyness overcoming him. She was so forward. So affectionate. And he was... was
so
unused to dealing with girls. His own embarrassed introversion was more dizzying and debilitating than any fog. "What, um... what do you mean?"
She grinned. He realized numbly he'd stopped trying to pull away as her fingers caressed his cheek again, as she took his hand and held it tightly. Captive. "Oh, well, gosh sugar! Where to even
start
