The Witch's Prize

To my literotica followers and readers:

I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all for the overwhelming support you've shown for The Witch's Captive (the first part of this story) -- I'm honestly stunned (and a little flustered) to say the story's had nearly three thousand reads in just over a week, with over fifty reviews. You've all made me feel incredibly seen and encouraged, and I couldn't be more grateful.

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Now, on to the story.

Regards, RD.

Evric Thorne was naked.

The woods sprang out of the darkness to meet his stumbling, bare feet. Roots threatened to reach out and snare his ankles as low-hanging branches lashed at body. He ran as fast as he could, gasping and panting as the cold night air froze his lungs.

All kinds of creatures and beasts of the night scurried and dashed around him as he crashed through the forest, the shimmering haze of potion intoxication making every tree a foe and every sound an ambush.

"Bitten off more than he could chew" would have been the understatement of the age.

The witch had consumed him - ensnaring his body with her mind, and his mind with her body.

The academy's training had failed. Outdated, or simply fictitious.

She had invited him inside. Given him something...

A truth serum, she had called it. Loosened his tongue and made his mind speak... horrible, sinful, wretched things.

All of them truths.

Then there had been the elixir of wilful submission. A few drops, and he had followed her every command - but only those commands which he wanted to obey...

Obey he had.

Not obedience in the meek, frightened-in-the-face-of-authority kind of way, but OBEY - in a forbidden, parched man at the well kind of way.

Evric ducked beneath a low branch of a nearby tree, the limb scratching at his bare skin. The pain only reminded him of her nails scratching at his back as he had worked within her, thrusting and grinding - and her breathy whispers and moans of pleasure in his ear.

A shiver ran down his back, and finally, he slowed his pace. He came to a stop beneath a patch of moonlight, and the sounds of the forest closed around him like a cacophonous blanket of the wild.

It was cold. The stars were out in full assembly, twinkling like diamonds in a dragon's hoard. An icy breeze made the leaves in the trees whisper and sigh, and he thought of her again.

Mirella, his body pined. It made him ache in his centre.

"Push her from your mind, Evric," he growled to himself. "Shake it off."

Slapping himself, he pushed on - in his terror (or perhaps exhilaration), he had made it halfway back to the inn.

Mirella finished sweeping the floorboards of her cottage, using a dustpan to cast the remains of the demon into the fireplace.

It roared in delight as it snapped at the blackened ashes. She shook her head.

"Stupid," she scolded herself. "Stupid, stupid girl."

Mirella could've used magic to set the cottage back to its chaotic-but-clean state, but she didn't want to risk opening a gate again.

How could she have been so careless?

"You know exactly how," she reminded herself. The tingle between her thighs had faded, but the pulsing, magical power that she had drawn from the Slayer's seed still remained.

"Okay, Mirella, shake it off," she commanded herself.

It didn't work, but it was a start.

"So, you had your fun, you got distracted and accidentally summoned a demon. So, he might've saved your stupid ass while you were busy leeching power out him. No biggie."

Looking in the mirror, her enchanted reflection shrugged at her. She noticed with a hint of frustration that she was smiling.

She turned absent-mindedly, inspecting the curves of her recently transformed body. He had liked the dimples above her hips, the depth of them. The way that her butt had swayed and bounced as she walked. She caught herself pinning her breasts together, giving them the slightest lift -

"Gods, what am I!? A teenager? Am I going to latch on the first adventurer that comes in here with muscles and an orgasm?"

Mirella sat with a huff on her bed, swiping her hand at the front door from across the room. Arcane energy crackled as the lock bolted shut.

"Get a grip, girl, come on."

Turning to her bedstand, she grabbed at the nearest tome and began to read restlessly, turning an impressive number of pages and absorbing nothing.

Mixley, her cat, phased onto the bed in a puff of pink smoke. Stalking up her legs, he sat on her lap. He miaowed, a knowing inquisitive sound.

"Don't wanna hear it, Mixley. He came here to kill us. Just another sword-swinger wanting fame and fortune."

Mixley miaowed again.

"I mean, sure. He was sexy. Cute, too. I couldn't believe he was a virgin, too - but that doesn't mean-"

Mixley miaowed again, casually flopped on his back to present his belly. She sighed, giving him a gentle pat.

Mirella gazed across the floor at the slayer's sword. It laid right where it had clattered to the floor.

Her skin tingled, an involuntary wave of electricity, as she pictured what had happened - looking up, still greedily drunk on the magical siphon of his seed filling her belly.

The demon had attacked, lifting her off the ground. She had recognised its eyes - a shadowborn, one of the most dangerous demonic entities from the Nether.

In the aftermath after the Slayer had fled, she had pieced together the scene to figure out what had happened. She had tripped on a water pail - it had rolled into the shelf, causing a summoning potion to tip into a container of powdered netherspawn claws.

The elixir of wilful submission must have worn off, and the witch-slayer was able to wrestle free from his bonds. The bonds she had restrained him with. He had every right to have seized the opportunity to run, or to kill her. She had seen it in his eyes - he had thought about it. But instead, he ran. Was he a coward? Or was it... something else?

Mixley miaowed again, a gentle reminder.

"I guess you're right... he did save us."

Evric had stolen a blanket from the stables before approaching the Oakgrove tavern. He prayed it was a quiet night inside. The last thing he needed was prying local eyes watching him returning naked after setting out to slay "Mirella the Malevolent, Witch of the Woods."

"Set out to slay a witch, saved her from a demon instead," he muttered darkly to himself.

The heavy door creaked as he pushed it open. A drunk or two sat drooling at the bar, flecks of soup in their beards. A sole adventurer by the fire barely looked up, poring over a book with interest.

The barkeep polished a goblet, giving him a nod from behind the bar. Evric recognised him as the barkeep he spoke to the other day. The old man arched a scarred eyebrow at his ragged appearance - but seemed to know better than to question a stranger.

"Heading back up, lad?"

"Yes. Very tired, I'll show myself in."

Evric made for the stairs before he could be asked too many questions.

The barkeep shrugged as Evric clambered up the stairs, finding his way to his room and closing the door behind him.

The bed sagged noisily as he collapsed into it. A sweltering whirlwind of memories began the moment his head hit the pillow; he knew that sleep was out of the question.

Sitting up and staring at the window, he tried to remember anything in his academy training that might help make sense of his situation.

"Think, damn it."

Evric drew a blank, staring into the dark as though expecting an answer to emerge. He had left everything at the Witch's cottage.

His plan had been to walk up, draw his sword, and slay her - but she had been too powerful; overpowering him with ease and...

and using him.

She had invaded his very mind itself, her potions loosening his tongue and making his body act out his deepest, darkest desires...

She had used his body as a plaything. But then...

A shudder of both disgust and pleasure tickled the back of his neck.

He had loved every moment.

The warm covers of Mirella's bed did nothing to stop a shiver running down her spine as she remembered.

The shadowborn had struck from behind as she was at her most vulnerable. She had played with the Slayer, forcing him to act out his urges with her - but she had grown cocky in her power play. As she had relished in absorbing the power of his seed it had attacked.

She touched a tentative hand to the bruise on her throat.

The shadowborn's strength had been immense, titanic. She had never felt so powerless. It was strange. She was just as powerless to stop the demon as the Slayer had been to stop her.

Yet he had saved her life.

Right as the demon had her in its grasp, its burning eyes staring into her soul - the witch-slayer had plunged his sword through the demon's heart.

There had been a moment - one of those fateful, fork-in-the-road moments - as he stood, his sword pointed at her. Anger had swelled within her... why?

The powerlessness, that ugly alien feeling that magic-users feel so rarely.

Yet beneath her anger as she laid naked and vulnerable at his feet, she had found herself studying his eyes and saw...

Mirella shook it off and scolded herself.

Try as she might, however - something tugged at her. Deep in her body, a curiosity. An aching, yearning hunger for the Slayer to come back to her.

Evric knew deep down that every step he took back into the forest was a step back to Mirella. The fact remained, however, that his pack, clothing, and sword were all back at her cottage. He knew that it was just an excuse. He spent hours wrestling in futility, resisting what he knew was his deepest desires.

He lost.

Pulling on his only other clothes from the trunk at the base of the bed, his movements were robotic and slow. He knew precisely what was coming, what he wanted - but he had no idea what might happen when he returned to her.

The sun was beginning to rise, the early blue-pink glow of the sky heralded by the gentle twitter of birdsong. The crisp air nipped at his nose as he left the inn before it got busy with morning guests.

A dull headache had begun to creep up behind his eyes. He hadn't slept well the night before setting out to slay the witch, and yesterday's hike through the forest (followed by last night's... "grappling match") had depleted him.

Evric hadn't felt so physically and mentally exhausted since some of the more rigorous testing days at the academy. Yet something drove him effortlessly back into the forest, meeting the trail with fresh legs that seemed to move themselves.

He... yearned for her.

Mirella had barely slept. Her dreams had been restless, thirsting fever dreams of arms, shoulders and rough, calloused hands.

Frustrated, she had decided channel her urges into cleaning the cottage up some more.

She hadn't known what to do with the Slayer's things. She had placed his sword back into its sheath, leaning it against the brickwork of the fireplace.

She had felt weak as she caught a whiff of his scent as she picked up his shirt, pants, and the plate of body armour he had removed under the influence of the elixir.

Not influence, but desire - she reminded herself. She felt a strange, guilty shame.

What was it about this idiot mortal that had so raptly captivated her?

Was it his lean, tantalising physique - or his dark, handsome face?

Or was it because his first instinct was to save her life?

Pushing the sparks circulating in her navel somewhere deeper and hidden, she muttered a quick spell and flicked her hand.

The clothes became fresh and clean, folding themselves rapidly and stacking at the base of her bed.

"Off," she said, blushing at the implication of his clothes sitting there.

The clothing awkwardly shuffled their way off the bed and into the chair set by the window - and that was when she saw him.

The witch-slayer had returned - kneeling over something on the far side of the clearing.

The morning sun had just cleared the trees, and Mirella's eyes traced over his silhouette hungrily. She realised she was holding her breath, and it took everything within her not to slap herself.

"He's probably just come back for his sword, get a hold of yourself," she hissed to herself. She found herself remembering the sensation of his breath and tongue on her skin, and blushed furiously.

The silhouette straightened up tall, slinging a bag over his shoulder and hefting something into the grass. He turned in the direction of the cottage, pausing.

"Please. Please, Slayer," she urged silently.

The cottage came into view the moment he entered the clearing. It was as though this time she wanted to be found. Pretending not to notice it but accepting that he was merely delaying the inevitable, he knelt to find his pack right where he had left it the day before.

The tin of protection spell powder rattled as he rifled through the bag. He removed it, tossing it angrily into the grass.

'Some protection spell,' he thought. 'What good did it serve yesterday?'

Evric clasped at the flask of blessed oil as well. Pondering it briefly, he tipped it out, throwing it aside. The oil had certainly ignited beautifully yesterday - turning his sword into an intimidating beacon of flames, before...

'My sword,' he realised.

Evric turned to the cottage, staring at it. A gentle pillar of smoke snaked upward from the chimney, an inviting smell on the wind. As his eyes fixed on the door, he was finally able to identify the storm that had been brewing within him.

A confession to himself sprang from his lips.

'You know exactly why you're here. Gods, be done with it.'

The grass swept at his sides as he walked, parting as though to beckon him forward.

He knocked, his heart skipping a beat as he heard her approach to open the door.

Mirella's hair flowed loose around her shoulders; her robe only half-pulled on. She looked like temptation itself without even trying. Her eyes took him in slowly, as though checking for damage - and seemed relieved to find none.

A cheeky smile cracked across her lips.

"Looks like the forest dragged you back to me."

"I... wasn't sure you'd have me back."

Mirella stepped aside to invite him in.

"You're lucky you have my curiosity, Slayer."

"Evric," he said absent-mindedly. "Evric Thorne."

He looked around the cottage slowly as he walked in.

The entire configuration - the bed, rug, table, shelves - had changed since last night. Doors still peppered the walls at odd angles, leading to gods know where. She watched him the entire time, an amused smile on her face.

"You ran from me last night like a frightened little thing, Evric Thorne. Now you're back like a kid in a candy shop. Are you here to try to slay me again?"

Evric swallowed hard. She watched the movement in his throat and wanted badly to kiss it.

"I'm here because I... can't stop thinking about what happened. About you. But I do seem to remember saving you from a demon, Witch," he said with a sly grin.

The nickname sounded affectionate, she decided. She'd never noticed how straight his teeth were.

"I remember that too," she said quietly, her expression softening.

Neither of them said anything. The distance between them seemed to crackle with some unseen force - a kind of magic that neither of them were equipped to handle.

"My sword," he said, pointing to the weapon leaning against the fireplace.

"It was bigger than I expected," she joked.

Evric's steely blue eyes reflected the fireplace as they met hers. She lost herself for a moment in his gaze. She felt a flash of guilt again as it reminded her of his expression when she had subdued him.

"Look, Evric, about last night-"

"It was amazing."

"Huh?"

Her voice echoed into a shocked silence.

"Look, last night... I was the one who came to you. I invaded your home, thinking it would earn me fame and fortune. You had every right to kill me," he explained.

"But you didn't. You showed me exactly how useless my training was. How weak I really was. You made me feel..."

"Powerless?"

His eyes widened, but then he smiled, understood.

"I've trained all my life to slay all kinds of evil monsters and beasts... but I was surprised when I found you. You were..."

Mirella tilted her head, a knowing smile curving her lips.

"Irresistible? Charming? Beautiful?"

He chuckled, shaking his head.

"All of the above, but... different. Alive. Not some monster I was trained to slay."

Her face softened, but the smile remained. She regarded him warmly, then made her decision.

"Come back to my bed, little witch-slayer. No magic but ours this time."

Evric smiled, his body relaxing. He moved towards her.

"I'm not a witch-slayer," he said, "and I seem to remember we did it on the rug last time. No bed."

"Then come to my bed, Evric Thorne. Let's see if I can't make you regret staying away so long."

Mirella's hips swayed a delicious rhythm as she turned slowly and crossed the cottage to a large, warm-looking bed tucked in a smaller section of the cottage behind a curtain.

Evric followed. He felt a quiet, ravenous certainty - that he wanted to be here with her, that he wanted to have her in every way his exhausted body could manage, and that there was nothing else that was supposed to happen today but this.

Evric turned to her; his face inquisitive as he gestured to the plush bedding.

"Is this where the magic happ-?"

Evric tried to joke to break the tension - but she came to him, her lips brushing against his before pulling him onto the bed.

Sparks ignited and swirled like a kicked bonfire somewhere deep between her thighs as his hands instinctively found the small of her back. His fingers explored down the curves of her hips and ass.

Mirella kissed him wildly, boldly, exploring his mouth with her tongue. Her breath was cool on his skin as she kissed down his neck. Sucking and biting, she pulled his shirt up over his head - blindfolding him and pinning his hands. His breath became ragged and caught in his chest as she kissed down his body.

Evric's chest began to heave in needful, panting breaths as she explored his strong, muscular chest, kissing at his nipples and licking her tongue down the middle of his taut stomach. She flicked his belt open, tearing his pants down his legs. He helped her kick them off as he removed his shirt the rest of the way, tossing it onto the chair in the corner of her room.

Mirella gazed at him for a moment, thinking - and then kissed him. It was a light, affectionate peck - but she held it a little longer. The light touch of her hands sent Evric's brain into overdrive. She traced down his chest and stomach, reached down slowly and patting gently at the growing bulge in his underwear. The flecks of gold in her eyes danced as she giggled softly, staring lovingly from the bulge to his eyes.

He sat up and reached down, taking her cheek in his hand. She leaned her face into his hand, closing her eyes to savour his touch. He pressed a thumb to her lip, and she moaned quietly as he rolled it down gently.

"You've driven me crazy, Evric Thorne."

Evric shook his head, chuckling. It took everything within him not to beg her to pull it out - but his patience paid off as she pulled his underwear off. He was rock hard, flexed at full mast. She let out a gasp, looking intently from his dick to his eyes and back again.

"Damn," she said softly. "How did I nearly forget?"

A smile cracked over his face at the compliment.

Mirella gently grazed her fingertips down the very tip of his cock, studying his face for a reaction. Her eyes lit up as his breath became more urgent. Encouraged, she kissed him again, cupping his square jaw in her hand.

Stroking at his shaft, she quickened her pace as she felt him getting harder and heard him let out a gentle moan. She pulled away, biting her lip as he met her gaze.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Evric said hoarsely.

"Shush. Lay back, Slayer. I think I owe you," she said playfully - but there was a flash of something in her eyes. Guilt, maybe?

Evric obeyed, relaxing back into the bed but keeping his eyes on her.

Reaching down, she crossed her arms, removing her dress slowly. She was wearing just a small pair of black lace panties - a seamless fabric interruption along the delicious curve of her hips. Her breasts were full, rolling curves that begged to be held, to be kissed.

No magic undressing this time, Evric noted.

She flattened herself down to rest her face on his thigh, and gave a trio of quick, pecking kisses up the side of his shaft. The muscles in his back shuddered involuntarily in delight as she traced the tip of her tongue up the side of his throbbing erection.

Reaching into her underwear with one hand, she began to glide a finger over her clitoris as she licked at him again. He let out a moan as she took him into her mouth, delightfully warm and wet. As she began to bob her mouth over him, everything else in the room seemed to disappear as he looked down into her gaze again.

Mirella pleasured herself faster as she continued to suck hungrily at his hardness, waves of electricity and liquid heat spreading outward from her core.

She could feel herself getting close. She sat up, climbing to straddle him. Grasping and pawing at one another, moaning in pleasure, they kissed furiously. She began to grind her softness into him, the wet friction driving him mad.

Evric reached up with a calloused, rough hand - caressing at her breasts appreciatively. Slowly, steadily, they moved together - until their heat reached an unspoken boiling point.

Mirella smirked slightly as she dropped her panties off the side of the bed.

"Ready?" she whispered softly.

Evric nodded, his eyes burning.

Lifting herself slowly, she teased her hips over the tip of his cock - and then eased her weight fully onto him. Her eyes shuddered as she accepted him into her body a little faster than she expected. She caught him watching her with a look of concern mixed with arousal.

"I'm good," she reassured him.

They both burst out laughing, and with a soft, slick movement they began to push together, their hips rocking in a synchronised push and pull with the gravity of her weight on his.

"Faster?" she asked, her voice excited.

"Only if you promise not to stop."

Mirella giggled, bouncing on him faster. The sound of her flesh against his sent tingles up his spine. Taking her waist in his strong hands, Evric thrust up into her hard. She let out a feminine squeal of delight as he rolled her over, thrusting into her again as he got on top.

The sound of her gentle laughter only encouraged him on as he thrusted into her, grinding against her G-spot as she moaned. The way his abdomen flexed with each curling thrust only made her wetter, watching his body work into her with a mischievous smile.

Mirella felt the wave of an orgasm approaching.

"That's my good little Slayer. Such a good boy. You're gonna make me come," she panted.

That was all Evric needed. He increased the pace, taking her wrist and prompting her to play with her clitoris as he penetrated her savagely.

Pleasure surged through her as her body released.

An awesome wave cascaded through her body as her pussy twitched and squeezed.

"Oh-Gods-I'm-Coming!" she managed to cry out between tingling waves of ecstatic warmth.

Mirella let out a sigh, getting onto her knees. Arching her back to lift her thick booty high in the air, she looked back at Evric seductively.

"Come and be a good boy, Evric. Claim it."

Evric blushed; his eyes fixated on her peachlike ass. He moved to her, taking her taut waist in his hands and pushing himself into her from behind. She moaned as he slid inside her, the sound like music to his ears.

Immediately, she started throwing her curves back into him, her breathing rapid as her butt jiggled against him. Evric watched, mesmerised, as she bounced on him. It gave him no small amount of pleasure to see her touch herself again, enjoying his girth as it filled her.

"Don't stop, Slayer. I'm so close again."

A grin flicked across his face as Evric got an idea.

"You mean like this?"

An audible moan of disappointment escaped her as he pulled out of her, spanking her sharply. She turned; her mouth opened wide in an amused gasp of surprise.

"I'm close too. Let's finish together," he growled.

Mirella nodded, a soft smile on her face as she gazed into his eyes. Lying back, he tucked his arms beneath her legs and buried himself in her all the way to the hilt.

She cried out, and he kissed her hard - exploring her mouth with his tongue and giving her lower lip a gentle bite.

"Oooh," she croaked, her eyes glinting with an arousal taken to new heights.

"That's working, Slayer. Go. Be a good boy and come for me."

"Ladies first," Evric said, his voice even and clipped.

Closing her eyes in bliss, she arched her eyebrows as he thrusted harder against her.

"Evric, I'm..."

"I'm coming too!"

"Look into my eyes," she whispered urgently. "Look at me."

Placing his forehead against hers, they stared deeply into each other eyes as he released into her. The hot eruption sent her seething over the edge too, her toes curling as her pussy spasmed around his hardness.

Panting, letting out soft cooing moans as aftershocks rocked their bodies, Evric's hard and muscular body softened down onto hers. The sensation of his full weight relaxing onto her made her feel so utterly protected and wanted; she wrapped her thighs around his waist and kissed gently at his face.

"I'm so exhausted," he chuckled.

"Me too. I'm so... I can't believe you came back."

Evric looked into her eyes, studying her expression.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. What last night meant. How my body had just gone with what it desired."

Shifting uncomfortably, she looked away.

"I'm... sorry, Evric. You have to understand, witches and witch-slayers don't exactly have the greatest track record. The moment you saw through my concealment spell and drew your sword, I knew... I thought that I would have to destroy you."

Evric shot her a sarcastic smile.

"Hey, I'm not complaining. I'm glad you tricked me into drinking truth serum and tied me up. Best magical torture ever."

Mirella grinned.

"I'm so glad you came to kill me so unprepared."

"Hey now, that's a sore topic," he laughed. "How long has it been since the Order even managed to slay a witch? Centuries. It's no wonder they taught me a bunch of nonsense."

Scrunching up her nose, she poked him in the guts and laid back into him.

"Sleep with me, Evric Thorne."

"It's the middle of the day."

"And neither of us slept last night. But when we wake up, breakfast is my treat. Come here," she said, pulling him onto her.

"What?"

"Lay your head on my chest."

Feeling a little silly, he placed his head on her. The rhythm of her heartbeat was intoxicatingly soothing.

"It's okay. Trust me. Relax."

She tousled his hair, ruffling it playfully at first - but then began to slowly, smoothly draw her fingertips across his scalp.

"So... you like being called a good boy?"

Evric stiffened.

"Hey, uh... I just... I've never been with anyone before. You gotta understand, training at the academy is harsh, too."

"I'm just stirring. Shhhh. Besides, you're a good boy. My good boy," she said, petting at him possessively.

Evric had never felt so connected to another person. He let out a sobbing breath as he relaxed into her.

"Sleep, Evric Thorne. You're my good boy."

The gentle scrape of her fingertips across his scalp made every muscle in body relax, and soon he was fighting to keep his eyes open.

"Shhhhh."

Evric awoke gently to the sizzle of something delicious cooking - based on the aroma, bacon and eggs. He laid for a moment, making sense of the setting sun that was peeking through the window.

Had he slept all day?

"Hope you're hungry, Slayer!" came a cheerful voice from the kitchen.

"Famished."

The memories of how exactly he had woken up in the bed of a witch came flooding back, and a stupid grin broke out across his face. Stretching with a weary yawn, he got up and pulled on his pants.

The scent of the food was even stronger in the kitchen as Mirella turned slices of toast, flipped eggs and dished out pieces of cooked bacon onto fried tomatoes and avocados.

Evric's mouth watered at the sight of so much food on one table. The academy's strict physical training and rationing had always kept him hungry even after eating a meal. Buttered bread, water and on some rare occasions, some questionable cuts of meat were hardly a proper feed.

Mirella broke his train of thought, her dress swishing along the floorboards as she gave him a peck and pulled out a chair.

They ate together, swapping stories of Evric's training in the Order and Mirella's time in the coven. Everything felt light, easy. They laughed over stories about Evric's instructors grandiose speeches; and the time Mirella's coven-sisters were caught trying to make an illegal love-potion in their dorm.

"This is the best breakfast I've had in my life," Evric exclaimed.

"Dinner, technically. We were asleep all day."

"Damn. I'm not going to be able to sleep at all."

"I can think of a few things we can do to pass the time, Slayer."

She winked, causing Evric to blush again.

"Give me two hours, I'm so full of food," he chuckled.

"I can wait, Slayer. Take all the time you need."

They sat in a thoughtful silence, broken only by the ambient crackle of the fireplace.

Something was playing on Evric's mind - a desire he hadn't been able to articulate but had laid dormant at the pit of his stomach.

"I have a request," he confessed slowly.

She arched a curious eyebrow playfully, turning to him.

"No judgement here, Slayer. What's on your mind?"

"I want you to use magic again. On me. Could you do that? Is there a rule against...?"

Mirella laughed softly, putting a hand on his chest.

"Evric Thorne, you naughty boy. There are no rules. Let me see what I can do."

As she hurried off excitedly to one of the many doors, Evric felt a pang of arousal hit low in his gut. What did he just get himself into?

"Exactly what I asked for," he thought.

He followed her.

An assortment of plants sat in pots and hangers around the room, everlasting candles giving the room an eerie glow. Apothecary supplies, bottles and jars of different shapes and sizes, and chests of drawers lined the walls. She bent over a workstation, combining ingredients as she whispered to herself.

"Heartroot wine... wait, no, even better - Moonbound Nectar... wait, no, wrong lunar phase..."

Evric felt a surge of affection as he watched her in her element. She tucked a lock of hair behind one ear, her face focussed but with the occasional nervous smile breaking across her lips.

Mirella's hands worked with practised efficiency, measuring ingredients before flicking them into a cauldron. With every snap of her fingers or incantation, arcane energy crackled and puffed.

"This will take a minute, Slayer. Why don't you go feed Mixley?"

"Mixley?"

"My cat. His food's next to the table. Last time I forgot to feed him, he turned the bed into a giant pile of salmon," she shuddered. "The smell was..."

Mirella trailed off, shuddering again.

There was a gentle tinkling sound as the biscuits scattered into the bowl. Mixley phased into existence immediately, summoned by the sound and licking his lips excitedly. The black cat purred and rubbed against Evric's legs as he filled the bowl.

Setting the food down, he watched for a moment as the cat gave an appreciative mew before crunching away happily at the biscuits. Mirella emerged grinning, carrying a wooden tray covered in vials and bottles of different colours.

Setting the tray down on the table, she motioned for him to sit. Mirella swept her hand across the tray with a theatrical flourish, putting on her best impression of a posh voice:

"For sir's perusal, we have assembled a selection of our finest vintages and labels..."

Evric chuckled but his heartbeat had already quickened - just enough for him to notice. He took one of the smaller vials, turning it in his hands. There was no label - just a glowing, electric blue liquid that seemed to hum in his touch.

"Whoa, cowboy. Way to go. That's definitely one to save for later."

"What is it?"

"That's Mirrorleaf Essence. It allows the drinker to create copies of themselves, splitting their consciousness into a hive mind. You can simultaneously experience being in multiple places at once."

Evric gazed in wonder at the potion in his hands. So much power and potential for mayhem - in a vial the size of his little finger.

Placing it back, he pointed to the largest bottle. It looked like a crystal decanter, filled with a watery rose-coloured liquid.

"This one?"

"Bloomkiss potion. Anywhere the drinker plants their lips will cause some kind of minor magical effect. Watch."

Popping the topper from the potion, she gulped down a mouthful. Getting up from her chair, she moved to him, sitting in his lap. Evric's heart began to pound as slowly, she drew in close to him - and kissed gently at his neck.

A surge of heat radiated from where she kissed, electric tingles crackling along his skin. His hair stood on end as the site pulsed. An involuntary shiver tickled down his spine.

"Good?"

"Amazing," he replied hoarsely.

Mirella stood, taking the tray. Her hips swayed deliberately as she padded to the bedroom. He followed, his heart in his throat.

Setting the potions down on the bedside table, she sat, gazing at him for a moment as he stood in the doorway.

"Listen, I know you asked for this, and I don't want to be a buzzkill, but..."

"I'll be okay."

"I just want you to know if anything isn't good, if you don't like it - just tell me and I can stop the effects right away."

Affection reared its head again, warming his chest. His heart skipped a beat as he saw how serious she was. He laid down next to her, throwing an arm around her and stroking her back.

"You're so beautiful," he said gently.

Mirella blushed.

"I'll drink to that."

She took a small green bottle. The glass looked bubbly and rough in her hands as she threw her head back, drinking the whole thing.

"Lay back," she instructed.

Evric watched with fascination as she got up. She put out the lamp, the room darkened immediately save for the soft light of the cottage behind the curtain. She clambered over him, sitting up tall and gazing at him with a smug grin.

Mirella's lips began to glow a neon green. Slowly, she lowered her lips to his ear.

"When I say the word 'Slayer', you will come for me. You won't ejaculate, you won't go limp. You'll just have the biggest full-body orgasm you've ever had in your life. That okay with you?" she whispered.

Her sultry voice had him hard immediately.

"Yes Ma'am."

"Do you want me to say it? So you can feel it?"

She was teasing him now, grinding her hips down into his. He knew that she could feel his erection beneath her.

"Please," he said softly.

"We'll see. For now, kiss me."

He sat up, taking her waist in his hands as he kissed at her full, glowing lips. She moaned, letting him explore her with his tongue as she rocked in his lap.

Mirella ran her fingers up his torso, almost tickling him - then pinned his shoulders to the bed.

"You're mine, Evric."

He gazed up at her lustfully.

"Prove it."

She smiled and clicked her fingers. With a gentle puff of smoke her dress melted away, transforming. The soft fabric beneath his hands thickened, stiffening into smooth leather. A corset, cinched at the waist and overflowing with cleavage was now wrapped around her. A short black skirt just covered her curves, with fishnet stockings creeping down to her ankles.

Evric's cock throbbed against his pants with an aching desire to penetrate her. Pushing her to one side, he rolled on top, pinning her arms to the bed.

"I want you now."

"Then take me if you can... Slayer."

The orgasm came on before he could process what happened. An explosion like arcane fire radiated out of him, up from his core and into his skull. His skin boiled with desire as electricity made his hair stand on end. His eyes screwed shut involuntarily as he let out a surprised cry.

He pressed himself down into her, desperate, as though he might burrow down beneath the rolling climactic waves that were surging through him.

She whispered in his ear as he pushed his face deep into the pillow beside her.

"Shhhh, good boy. Come for me. That's so good."

He screamed uncontrollably into the bedding as the orgasm continued to build into a crescendo.

"Gods... oh my gods..." he breathed shakily.

"Want me to say it again?"

"No! No, hold on. That was... intense, hold on."

She smirked.

"Or what? Maybe I should say it one more time for good measure. You seemed to love that," she giggled.

Evric kissed her furiously, reaching down with one hand to tear at the fishnets. They came away easily, and his fingertips found her already wet. She gazed into his eyes, nodding, and he plunged two fingers into the sweet warmth of her body. She gasped softly.

His lips kissed down her neck to the cleavage of her breasts. She arched her back, pushing her chest into his face. She clicked her fingers and her corset disappeared. The soft, smooth skin of her breasts smelled of soap and perfume as they tumbled out of their cage - and like an animal in heat he passionately planted his lips over her nipples, licking and teasing at their growing hardness.

Something caught Evric's eye - the same bottle he had seen Mirella drink a moment ago.

"I could make her come on command too," he thought.

Quickly, he reached out before she could stop him, and popping the bottle open with one thumb he sat up to skull the contents. It was a thick, syrupy liquid - it tasted of herbs and citrus.

She giggled, wide-eyed and amused.

"When I say the word "Witch", I want you to---" he began.

"That's not the same potion," she giggled. "It's just a similar bottle. Oh, Gods. You're a brave one."

His heart sank and skipped a beat simultaneously.

"What does this one do?"

She giggled again. He watched in amazement as she began to grow - taller and larger.

So did the bed. So did the room.

"Wait a second," he said, the realisation dawning on him.

He was shrinking smaller and smaller - her face drawing further away and her legs towering above him as he reduced in size.

"Don't worry, it'll only last a minute or two," she said, giggling again.

When the shrinking slowed to a stop, he had shrunk to the size of the lamp on the bedside table. She sat up against the headboard, monstrously large compared to him.

"Great," he muttered sarcastically.

"Oh, cheer up. I might as well take advantage while I have you like this."

Evric laughed nervously.

Mirella reached down, grabbing him in her hands. They enveloped his ribs easily, holding him like a doll.

"Gentle," he chuckled as she lifted him to her chest. She felt so powerful, like she could crush him if she squeezed hard enough.

"What are you worried about? That I'll put you between these?"

She gave her shoulders a shimmy, jiggling her breasts beneath him. They bounced like beachballs beneath him.

"How about you squirm under these... Slayer?"

Mirella's eyes lit up as his body racked with orgasmic pleasure in her hands, crying out in desire. Pouncing, she rolled over him, planting him beneath her enormous boobs.

Evric went deaf and blind within the enormity of her cleavage, her soft flesh pressing all around him as she smothered him in her tits.

"Mmmmmmmfffffff!"

He cried into her as the orgasm worked its way through him in enormous, shattering cosmic waves. It felt even more intense now that he had shrunk to a smaller size, the sensation maddening and pleasurable at the same time.

"Or how about this?"

She sat up, pushing him down into the bed with her hand. Turning, she presented her giant rear, and his breath caught in his throat.

Would she feel heavy?

Mirella giggled again, wobbling her booty with a suggestive bounce that made his cock stiffen and twitch.

"Please."

"Whatever you say, Slayer."

His moaning cry was again smothered as she sat her enormous ass down onto him. His entire body disappeared into her, the fishnet threads pressing against his skin as another mind-shattering orgasm exploded through his senses.

Mirella moaned in pleasure as he squirmed and wriggled against her. Shaking her booty and touching herself as she squashed him, his muffled moans carried her pleasure to new heights.

As Evric's orgasm faded, he felt his body slowly returning to its original size. Mirella's gigantic frame and the enormous plane of her bed began to shrink back to normal size as his body stretched back to full height. Reaching up with one hand, he spanked her ass, and she giggled as she crawled off him.

"That was too good. I was so close, though," she pouted.

"Lesson learnt," he muttered. "Ask before you go skulling random potions."

She laughed.

"No, hey, that was fun. My tiny little -"

"If you say the word again, I think I'll go insane."

She stuck her tongue out but relented. Pulling the stockings and skirt off and tossing them to the foot of the bed, she laid on her back and opened her thighs invitingly.

"I want you to drink the purple one and come taste me," she said huskily.

Confirming before he drank the slightly acidic liquid this time, he gulped down the potion and crawled to her. Kissing her gently, his lips traced a path down her neck to her breasts, lingering at them for a moment before skirting down her soft belly. She breathed a contented sigh as he reached her core, nibbling down one side of her pussy as he ran his calloused hand down her thigh.

Mirella felt liquid heat gathering between her legs as he began to explore her - but as his tongue penetrated her softness, she cried out.

Rolling, snaking sensations of heat permeated up into her guts - like physical echoes of his tongue were creeping through her body, filling her.

Evric, sensing her overwhelm, thrust his tongue into her even harder - flicking and teasing at every crease of her.

"Don't stop, Evric. I'm going to come. Gods, don't stop," she whispered shakily.

The echoes of his tongue spread up her chest and into her full breasts - and down her arms, her body quivering with delight.

The orgasm built up like a bonfire before releasing from within her. She screamed as she came on his tongue - encouraging Evric to press his face into her for one last final push.

She choked out words in an arcane language as she came, sparks flying around the room.

He came up for air, grinning at her widely as he kissed her thighs.

She rolled over, lying flat on her stomach.

"Prone," she whispered.

Evric climbed onto her, placing himself at her entrance as she crossed her ankles. She squealed in delight as he pushed himself inside, her body now more accustomed to his size.

Reaching to take her throat in one cupped hand, he began to thrust, sliding in and out of her like a steam piston. Gathering speed, she moaned feverishly as they pushed into one another.

She arched her back, pushing her curves up into him softly so that she could reach down to finger her clitoris again.

"Fuck, I'm coming again... Go harder..."

He dropped his full weight onto her, eliciting a small gasp from her - and then jack-rabbited his hips up and down, the friction sending her into a frenzied orgasm again.

"Slayer!" she cried, timing herself for the right moment.

Linked together and releasing at the same time, the sensory overload nearly blinded Evric as he bayed like an animal. His fingernails dug into her back, and his grip tightened around her windpipe as his body exploded from within.

Pleasure seeped throughout his body, arcing across the skin of his neck and scalp. He wasn't just inside her - he was a part of her, and she a part of him.

When it had rolled to a stop, they lay panting on the bed.

"I want you to come for real this time, Evric. I want your load," she purred.

Looking over at the tray, she took the tiny blue vial.

"I'll drink some first, then you. Let me spoil you."

He watched entranced as she sipped half of the vial down, shivering.

"It's icy," she murmured.

A bright blue glow appeared in her navel, spreading slowly throughout her body. Her eyes glowed with the same blue light. Suddenly, as though she were a hologram - she split.

Mirella's copies stepped away from each other. Evric couldn't tell which was the copy or the original.

"Lie back, baby," they both spoke, their voice soothing and hypnotic.

He was enthralled, watching in amazement as he laid his head back against the pillows. One of her moved up the bed, lowering her breasts in front of his face and smiling wide.

"Which one are you?"

"You'll understand when you try it. It's... weird. I'm both. I'm feeling and seeing and experiencing it all at the same time."

He tried to picture it but couldn't. Caressing her large breasts in front of him, he took one into his mouth and started sucking at her gently. She moaned as he licked at her nipples, running her fingers through his hair and pulling his face into her chest. The other Mirella moved up the bed, gently stroking at his cock before giving the shaft a long, light flick of her tongue. Both giggled as he moaned at the sensation.

"I'm not going to last long here," he admitted sheepishly.

"Shhhh. So be it."

The Mirella at his hips began sucking at him gently and slowly, teasing him. She nibbled and kissed affectionately down the sides of his cock, tasting him.

Meanwhile, the Mirella at his face began to kiss him, moaning in pleasure as he reached down to finger her.

Before long, Mirella stood up and away from him as both copies slid together into one solid person.

"Whoa," she said, swaying on her feet slightly. She regained her composure and smiled at him.

"I want you to fill me up, Evric. Here."

The vial felt cool in his hands as he tipped it back to his lips. The glowing blue light began to spread immediately; from his stomach to his chest, down his limbs, enveloping him completely.

There was a strange tugging sensation as Evric felt himself partition. The effect was nauseating but grounding. Simultaneously he looked up and down Mirella's beautiful body, while looking down at his own new body and the room around him.

As he began to walk, his other got on the bed. It was as though he was wearing a pair of eyeglasses, each lens showing a different image; yet he was able to totally concentrate on what he was doing in both places at once.

"Whoa," Mirella said softly. "This is going to be a lot."

She eyed both cocks, getting onto her knees and opening her mouth.

"Come here, boys," she giggled.

Both Evric's walked to her, presenting their dicks for inspection.

Evric felt tingles of pleasure as she gently took one of him in her hand and began to suck at the other. He didn't feel confused, or disoriented - but the sensation of being two people at once was all-consuming.

His cock throbbed as she increased her speed, gliding her soft hand up and down his length while sucking on the other Evric.

"Fuck," he breathed.

"Are you close?" she peered up at him, turning from one Evric to the other.

"Getting there, but this is just a lot."

She giggled, getting up and hopping on the bed.

"I want you both to finish inside me, and I want you to tell me when you're about to come. That last part is really important."

"Where do you want me?"

She looked from one Evric to the other as they spoke, and laughed.

"Come here," she teased, bending over the bed. "Take me."

He walked to her, the other copy going around the bed. He put the head of his cock against her pussy and entered her.

"Mmmm," she moaned softly. "Okay, now you, big boy. Come over here."

Evric's other body climbed onto the bed with her and pushed his cock into her mouth.

She moaned softly around him, kissing and nibbling at the underside of his shaft and sucking the tip of his length.

Evric began to pump into her from behind harder and faster, her moans of pleasure on his other body's cock sending his mind into overdrive. She began to flutter at her clitoris with her fingertips, moaning as he took her from behind and in her mouth.

"I'm... close, baby," he said hoarsely.

She took him out of her mouth, looking up at his other copy.

"Did you just call me baby?" she asked affectionately.

The familiar pulse in his shaft began to quicken. He knew he was about to blow.

"I'm coming," he said desperately.

"Me too," she whispered urgently. "Fill me up... slayer."

Evric's mind nearly vaporised as sparks of desire unfurled into a flaming pyre of lust. Hot seed filled her from behind as he released inside her, as she gulped down mouthfuls of the copy's essence. Her wrist flicked quickly as she moaned, orgasming with him as he filled her with deep, satisfying spurts of his cum.

The three of them collapsed onto the bed, panting with sweet exhaustion. Both copies of Evric slowly merged, returning to his single form with the same tugging sensation.

Mirella moaned as the magical power of his release coursed through her body, her pupils dilating and goosebumps prickling across her skin. Crackling, magnetic waves of orgasmic arcane power surged around her.

"Hold me, baby," she cooed.

He pulled her in close, mindlessly playing with her hair. Their hearts were still racing, pulsing against each other's skin as heat radiated from them.

"You're mine, Evric Thorne."

"I am... and you're mine, Mirella."

She snuggled into him affectionately, a smile on her face as she drifted into an easy sleep.

He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, giving her a gentle squeeze. He kissed absent-mindedly at her shoulder as the night swept in to carry them both off to sleep.

The next morning flashed into the cottage instantly, their sleep passing in a blink.

Evric had just stretched out, kissing her neck when he heard some whooping, laughing voices in the distance.

Mirella stiffened, hearing it too.

"What day is it?"

"Uh..."

"Oh, shit. Oh, Gods. I totally forgot. Gods, damn it."

Multiple urgent knocks rang out.

"Yoohoo," came a sing-song voice at the door, joined soon by others:

"What's up, Bitch?"

"Open the door, queen. Let's go!"

Mirella rolled her eyes, shaking her head and looking at Evric sheepishly.

"It's my coven-sisters."