Wiced Witch

Solene gaped at her grandmother. "You cannot simply take me out of the will!"

"I most certainly can, and I have. Now, I won't leave you totally destitute, of course." The steely woman regarded her over half moon glasses, bifocals enchanted to let the wearer see lies.

Solene was listening now, one eyebrow cocked. Her dark purple curls were piled into a bun atop her head and Grandmother made no attempt to hide the way she judged the loose strands at her cheeks. It'd always been that way. Her very nature was directly opposed to the sleek, businesslike Frogspawn clan. Grandmother was the matriarch, the main source of disdain. The feelings she directed toward her granddaughter seeped into the way even her own siblings treated her.

"You will take a sum that is enough to keep you for a good many years. If you budget and invest, you should do just fine. In exchange, you will leave this property and this region. I don't care where you go, just that you maintain a distance enough to avoid tarnishing the family name any further."

"Grandmother, where is this coming from? We've never seen eye to eye, sure, but-"

"Hedrick Gosprey. That is why. Do not make me elaborate, young lady." Her eye was sharp, but Solene wasn't bothered. She hadn't known Hedrick, a new to town jeweler, was married when she went to dinner with him. Nor when she'd let him stuff his enormous orc cock into her pussy in his carriage behind the place. A shiver went up her spine at the memory. She'd been stretched out for days afterward. It made sense that this was to be the final straw. Only, it'd happened weeks ago and she almost let herself forget the whole embarrassing ordeal. In some way, it hurt that her grandmother thought so little of her that she could paint Solene as a homewrecker. Hedrick had wrecked his own home in her opinion. Still, what would arguing do? What had it ever done?

"Yes, Grandmother. Thank you."

Plus, moving far from her family and to a place where no one knew her? The opportunity wasn't lost on her. No need to dwell on it unnecessarily.

"I'd like to go to Coral Cove." The most populous, advanced city on the continent, it didn't hurt that the place was smack on a beautiful coastline. She'd never been, always left behind when the rest of the family went traveling.

In fact, the sum that Grandmother offered was quite handsome and helped ease the sting of essentially being kicked out of her home. She guessed home was a strong word for the place anyways. Returning to the little cottage behind the main manor where the rest of them lived, she waved her wand to guide her most essential belongings into bags. Spellbook, clothes, tooth powder, a polished wooden case containing the enchanted phallus she'd lovingly named Reginald. Once established in Coral Cove, it'd be easy enough to send word for the rest of her things to be shipped over. Her mind swirled with the possibilities ahead.

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Gods, she had to piss. Solene squirmed in her train seat, legs crossed so tightly her thighs had begun to shake an hour ago. Despite asking the attendant roaming the aisle several times if the lavatory was available, he continued to insist that it was being cleaned. Desperation grew as a painful tingle set in right below her clit. Another squeeze. Oh.

Brows furrowed in confusion, she shifted her weight again and to her shock, a bolt of miserable pleasure bit at her pussy. The need to piss grew with every movement but somehow so did the heat.

A second grind against the seat followed by a hard jostle from the train itself bowled her over with an almost painful orgasm. Pussy clenching of its own accord around nothing, Solene decided maybe the bathroom wasn't so urgent. She'd never intentionally held her bladder before, but the delicious pressure between her legs was incentive enough to start.

The enchanted purple dick was packed away in her bag. If she could get it out, stuff the hot length into her already tortured pussy, what would happen? The witch's eyes nearly glazed over at the idea. Nevermind the other passengers just on the other side of the thin walls. Small matters like public image never concerned her much in the first place.

"Are you enjoying yourself? Panting away, grinding on that seat?"

She looked up, dismayed to see the attendant who'd barred her from the bathroom. Cold water doused her arousal. He was a tall, thin and greasy man with a high voice. His narrow eyes slid up and down her seated form. Suddenly her thick velvet traveling cloak didn't seem as modest as it had at home in the mirror. The witch pulled the fabric around her chest, cheeks burning.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, ya little wench. How's about I help you with that?" He took a step further into the train car, knobby fingers twitching eagerly, eyeing her groin as if her clothes were invisible. At that moment she saw him for what he was. A sneer twisted her face.

"For an incubus you aren't very seductive. Is that why you're so vile?"

The man's eyes flashed an otherworldly red and were back to their usual dirty brown almost before she registered it. Incubi grew more powerful and beautiful by bedding willing partners, something she could almost empathize with, but this one had clearly seen little success. Perhaps because of his winning personality.

Desperation entered his voice. "Madam, you must understand. I understand I'm...the way I look. I could sense your energy even from the hallway. Before you boarded the train. I knew you could help."

Realization dawned.

"So you've been lying about the lavatory to keep me sitting here, holding my piss until you felt the need to strike? Some little trick they've taught you in Hell?" Solene scoffed. "Begone, demon, you'll find no charity from me."

"I only-"

The door slid open behind him, letting in a chill wind from an open window beyond. A dark stranger loomed, tall enough to match eyes with the gangly incubus, but with considerable more bulk even under the dark cloak he wore.

"Leave before I banish you, soulsucker."

Solene couldn't make out the fellow's face under his hood, but she recognized the black uniform he wore, the beaked mask he held in his gloved hand. Void Priests were supposed sentinels of peace and holiness, even if their methods were sometimes anything but. She kept her steely expression but secretly felt relieved that the stranger appeared. Who knows what lengths a desperate demon might go to in the wake of rejection.

Stiff backed, the demon made a hasty exit with some half hearted apologies. Even as ugly as his existence on the physical plane might be, no incubus wanted to return to their Maker, banished and of low status to boot. They'd be seen as a waste and thus disposed of, although the methods of destroying a soul in such a way were thankfully unknown to her.

Alone with the hooded man, an ease draped itself over her. Even someone who loved men as she did, Solene admitted that most couldn't be trusted. This man was as close to an exception as she was willing to go. His kind took blood oaths and were branded by their chosen deity. Paragons, according to her father. Not to mention he interested her in more than one way, with broad shoulders and what looked like a strong jaw beneath a black sheer fabric covering his face to provide true anonymity even without his hood.

He took the liberty of sitting on the leather bench across from her, looking out of place in his hulking form and inky uniform amongst red floral wallpaper and bronze fixtures. The train raced through farmland, dots of cows and sheep blurring outside the windows with the occasional stone outbuilding. Awkward silence hung between them and she waited for him to speak, acutely aware of his eyes on hers.

"Thank you for interfering, sir. Who knows what could've happened had you not arrived." She hesitated, waiting for him to take his leave. No signs of movement came from the stranger.

"I would accompany you until the next stop, just in case he returns."

"Not necessary, although you are too kind."

Fine. If he wouldn't take a hint, she'd scare him off. Religious types were always precious about carnal matters.

"Is it true you acolytes are castrated?"

"No, but we take a vow of celibacy."

"You'll forgive me if I don't share your vows, I hope."

"I am not your keeper."

Solene smiled at his frosty tone, the throb between her legs returning with a vengeance. Pulling both legs up until her feet rested on the seat, a catlike grin spread across her face at his sharp intake of breath. Undergarments weren't in her wardrobe; her cunt was bared to him in one movement and she relished in his shock. Soft dark curls were groomed into a neat triangle that guided the eye directly to her ready opening. Energy radiated off the big man but he stayed seated, silent, with a hand resting on each long thigh. Looping her arms under each folded leg, she used both hands to press and pull apart her plump pussy lips. Juices still glistened on her skin and a faint, wet popping sound filled the silence between them.

"You see, that demon was right about me. Before he barged in, I was being a bit naughty." As if to prove it, she pressed her index finger against the erect bud of her clit and shuddered. The priest's fingers flexed, leather gloves creaking quietly.

"I know you can't touch me, but it seems only fair to give you some kind of reward. Maybe you can touch yourself."

"I cannot." Strain made his deep voice crack a bit. Solene could have swooned, it was so adorable. The idea of reducing a powerful, devout man to just a horny, desperate cretin with a cracking voice nearly had her cumming then and there. Confident, she pressed on with a teasing lilt to her tone.

"Have you ever bedded a woman, your holiness? Even a whore in some little no name town along your travels?" She hadn't stopped kneading her pussy during their conversation and a deep flush had worked across her face and down her neck. Instead of its usual light pink, her skin was bordering on magenta. Cunt, slick and throbbing, was of a similar shade. Each time she pulled the lips apart he could see right into the hole at the center, clenching hopelessly as if to try and pull something, anything into its soft depths. His hands itched to wrap around the wide expanse of those pastel thighs, to drag her forward and close his mouth around her. Duty kept him seated. This was all a test from his Maker and he would endure. Focus.

"I was born into the service of the Void. I took my vows as a child."

"So no." She smiled and blew a puff of air, flipping an errand bit of fringe away. "Gods, you poor thing. You have no idea what you're missing."

Two fingers dipped into her cunt, pressing just into the rim of its opening. As if connected to one set of lungs, both their chests hitched at the movement.

"Please, don't let me be the one to ruin your martyrdom. This is a private car after all. You may leave anytime." Playfulness glinted in her pale eyes. Whether he stayed or went, Solene planned to chase her release. And why shouldn't she? Both the incubus and the robed fellow gaping across from her dwarfing the ugly upholstered seat were intruders in their own way. If he didn't like it, he could make himself scarce. But it wasn't often that a man denied her. The idea itself was tantalizing, all she could think of was how his tall dark form would cover her soft curves.

He paused, knowing he should take her offer of a way out but unable to find the strength to carry himself back out the door and into the hallway, slinking into his rented train car to finish the trip alone with his thoughts. Nevermind the rest of the trip, he wasn't sure if he could be safe in his mind for the rest of his mortal days after what he'd seen in the past few moments. Void Priests were a legion of men who never married or took lovers or strayed from the Maker. The jealous Void herself was their great love, according to the texts.

The closest he'd come to a naked woman had probably been his birth. Brain matter stuttered, leaving him in limbo between stay and go. It all felt so wrong. And yet he was powerless.

Sitting across from the woman had only been a matter of morality for him at first; one of the most important principles of Voidism was to protect the weak, the innocent. Swooping in to scare off an incubus lurking around a young maiden on a journey alone had hardly required a thought. Once his keen ears had heard the tones of scorn enter her soft, high voice, he'd known the demon had offended her. It wasn't illegal for them to roam topside anymore, but he was still leery of the creatures. Did more harm than good, mostly.

But now he wondered if she were some kind of soul sucking creature as well, although he scented only magic and...gods, arousal, on her. Just a regular witch. One who didn't hesitate to pull her long traveling dress up around her sloped hips and spread herself open for a perfect stranger. His cheeks heated with shame and he was glad of the covering snugged tight to his face. Imagining the twisty little grin she'd get from making him squirm made a sort of rage twist in his gut along with humiliation that he'd had such a reaction to begin with. Void Priests were meant to be solemn characters, separate from worldly pleasures and desires. He was a failure of the worst kind, lusting after a wench. Twenty lashings would be too kind.

A test, he reminded himself.

Preternatural calm washed over him. How stupid, how ungrateful he was to ignore an obvious sign sent from his Maker. The absurdity of the whole situation could only mean otherworldly interference.

"I-I will stay. You aren't safe while that incubus is aboard. Pretend as if I am not here."

Her laugh tinkled through the thick air between them and his fists clenched as his eye caught the tight bud of her asshole winking with each giggle. Didn't she get tired of contorting like that, with her heels rested on the edge of the seat and both knees folded at a precarious angle against her chest? It vexed him to notice the tiny roll of her stomach poking forward from the odd position.

"What's your name? If we're riding together an introduction is in order," she cooed. Her middle finger slipped inside the wet mouth of her pussy and an almost painful jolt shot to the tip of his dick as if his traitorous body was revolting.

"Void Priests have no names. We are a collective force."

"Everyone has to have a name." Slick sounds burned his ears as her hand moved, pumping in and out. Her pupils narrowed and focused on his eyes and even through the mask he was unable to avoid her sharp gaze. Her toes curled and finally Solene's eyes fluttered shut, her voice lowering to a hoarse whisper as a second finger joined the first. Release was close, but she focused on pushing it back. It'd taken years to learn to control her orgasm, and now she was a professional.

"Please, your name..." she breathed. Brows furrowed, Solene chewed her bottom lip, hoping he'd relent. The chase was too delicious to resist provoking the Priest just a bit more.

"Magnus," he croaked before he could stop himself.

"Strong name for a strong man." Her hand was moving at a blistering pace, squelching in and out of her pussy as the filth of it all swirled in her mind. Fucking strangers was nothing unusual, but being watched by one who was so strongly placing himself in the 'forbidden' category sent her arousal to new levels. Magic pooled in her stomach. Limbs tingling, a quiet moan bubbled in the back of her throat. Loose curls became wild purple clouds around her shoulders. He finally could do no more to resist openly watching her, somehow feeling braver now that her eyes weren't fixed so directly on his.

"Oh, Magnus," Her pussy clenched around her fingers and leg muscles tensed as waves of white hot bliss washed over her. "Oh, oh, ohhhh!"

Hot clear liquid spilled forth from her already juicy gash and puddled on the floor between them, shiny slickness coating her fingers as they withdrew. The combination of her breathy voice sighing his name and the sight of her pussy gushing at his feet provoked such an unfamiliar rush inside him. His stomach briefly twisted, his cock pulsing and bucking in his trousers, hot wetness spread from the tip. Through willpower alone he kept his jaw from dropping open at the display. Ears burning, heart pounding, he recited prayers silently to keep focus on the task at hand. He'd never felt such pressure in his groin before. It was agony and he knew not what to do to help it. Releases like this sometimes happened in his sleep, but the swelling always promptly went away after. Now his dick still tented his pants miserably and he wished it would go away.

Solene was unphased however, already putting her legs back down all ladylike and rearranging her skirts to shield her modesty. His chest heaved, eyes locked on the precious V between her legs where he knew a plush patch of dark violet curls grew. It seemed almost vile that a dainty velvet travelling skirt was covering a gaping, desperate cunt as hers. Something primal pinched at the back of his neck. He felt confined even in the roomy car as if his skin itself were too small.

"Are you heading to Coral Cove?"

"Y-yes." It was as if nothing had ever happened, the only remnants of their exchange being a blush across her cheeks and a throbbing in his groin. She smiled brightly. Images of his thumbs pressed into the dimples on each soft cheek flashed into his mind.

"So am I! Looking for a fresh start myself, but you must be on some kind of...pilgrimage? Quest?"

"Something like that. In the meantime, I offer my services to you. The Void commands us to protect those in need and you seem to be a target for demons. Any chance I get to banish some of those bloodsuckers is a plus."

"Sure. Do you have family here?" She asked, head cocked. A beat too long passed before he responded.

"The others of my kind are my family. So yes. We are everywhere."

Solene knew little of Voidism. Only that they were often regarded as zealots and extremists in their endless endeavor to please their god, the aptly named Void. Aside from the odd costume and anonymity, this fellow didn't raise any of her alarm bells. He was certainly strange, but if that were a crime she'd have been locked away long ago.

"I can't pay you." She technically could, but Coral Cove was a fairly safe place and she didn't feel the need for much protection at all. Best not to entice him too much and end up with a cockless cult member following at her heels. His wide black shoulders shrugged.

"It matters not. I will see you to your destination." Leaning back in his seat at last, she tried to ignore the spanse of strong thighs splayed comfortably in front of her. It would be so easy to slide from her seat, crawl across to him and nestle between them. Gods, how she wanted to press her face to the crook between his groin and thigh to collect the scent of pure maleness there. But she knew when to accept a rejection and did no such thing. The leather of his long coat creaked with his movements and she spotted the glint of a silver blade at his waist. Not so harmless after all.

"Fine, if you must use me for religious reasons or to satiate some hero complex then so be it. Once you've dropped me at the nearest hostel, consider your obligations fulfilled."

Just then, the train began to slow as their stop soared over the horizon. The air was warmer here than back home, with a sweet tinge of sugar blown in from the Green Sea. It suddenly hit Solene that she was truly alone for the first time. Mother and Father wouldn't bail her out, even begrudgingly, anymore. They stood and Magnus took her bag. Passengers filed down the hallway toward the exit outside the door, but she couldn't bring herself to move until the soft press of a palm steadied her back.