Changed Pt. 03

First off, sorry for the wait. I know I said I would post this sooner, but better late than never, right? I should probably say upfront that this story went way further into the horror genre than I initially intended. I was reading a lot of Stephen King when I wrote this, and it obviously influenced it. I'm sure that will turn some people off, but I think it's still a good read. I know I enjoyed writing it. This could definitely fit in the erotic horror section. But it also definitely qualifies for the incest section, and I think it's best to keep the three parts in the same section.

The longer format seems to have worked in terms of getting better numbers on part two, which was the whole point of trying out a story this size. Between the three parts this story is about 90,000 words, which makes it a full-on novel. I still wrote each part after posting the last, so it doesn't have the completeness of a normal novel. But it is over 300 pages of a single story, so this is definitely a novel.

I know I start a lot more stories than I finish. This is only the second series I've completed on here so far, and this is by far the deepest I've gone into an erotic story. If you all want me to go this deep into other stories, you have to read, rate and comment. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the final part of Changed, and the whole thing as a complete story.

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The sun shone down on the flat surface of Lake Michigan. The water made light trickling sounds as it lapped lazily in the warm summer breeze. From the distance came the occasional squawk of a sea bird. I stretched my arms out behind my head, enjoying the warm sand beneath me. It was the first day of summer. A good day. One of the best days. I looked to my right and saw Shannon laying in the sand, her body more exposed than I normally got to see it. She was lightly bouncing her foot on one knee as she hummed one of the songs from the little mermaid. I turned to my right, and saw Ryan bobbing his head along to whatever Radiohead tune played in his large headphones.

I sat up slowly, stretching my arms above me. I could see many of the people I had gone to school with spread out around the beach, and in the water. Stephanie sat with Britney and Meagan, all of them laughing raucously at whatever piece of gossip Stephanie had just shared. Frank and Jessie were sprinting through the sand to catch a football thrown by Brad. Amy Minken lay on her stomach with her bra undone, getting an even tan. Ella was doing long, slow backstrokes through the water, looking like an elegant mermaid. Further away I could see Michelle and her coworkers splashing about in the water. Their large breasts bounced pleasantly as they laughed and splashed each other. Erin was sitting with Bobby Granger, smiling longingly at him. It all felt warm, and good, and right. It felt like home.

A puffy, white cloud started slowly moving across the sky until it made its way in front of the sun. As a dark shadow slowly spread across the beach, the people I knew and loved began to go with it. The girls in the water vanished into the waves. Erin and Bobby dissipated into shadow. Frank and jessie sunk into the sand itself, and then Stephanie and Britney were gone too. I sat up in a growing panic as darkness moved across the land, and people disappeared one after the other before my eyes. I turned to Shannon and saw her watching it with wide eyes. I turned to Ryan and saw a look of utter terror on his face.

"Jake, help me!" He cried. The shadow crawled across the sand like an angry tide. As it came closer, Ryan screamed out in terror. I tried to go to him, to help him. But it was too late. They were all gone. Everyone I cared about, swallowed by darkness and shadow. I looked back at Shannon, hoping she might still be there. She was. But when I saw her face, my skin ran cold. Shannon was gone. And in her place sat a stunningly gorgeous blonde woman. It was a woman I had only seen twice, but whose face I could never forget. Her cold, yellow eyes stared at me, into me, through me. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. I tried to move my body, but I was frozen solid. The witch leaned towards me with a chilling smile. Just as her unnaturally long, bony fingers reached me I felt my muscles release. I cried out in agony and in fear, and sat up.

"Jake!" Someone shouted in alarm. "It's ok. You're ok!" I tried to wrench my way free of the witch's grasp. I could feel her cold talons on my arm. "Jake, Stop!" The voice cried out. I lashed out, and felt the fingers leave. "Go get the nurse," someone shouted. I couldn't see. All I knew was that the witch had me in her clutch. She had me in her talons. And she was going to rip me apart. For not doing as I was bidden. She was going to tear me to bloody shreds.

"No!" I cried out. "I won't do it!"

"Jake, stop it!" But the voice wasn't the witch's. It was a voice I knew well. I opened my eyes, and saw bright lights above me, in neat rows. Lights. Hospital lights. I slowly turned my head, and saw Michelle sitting next to me, looking terrified.

"Michelle," I said slowly, feeling dazed and confused.

"Yes, Jake. It's me," she nodded, tears spilling from her eyes. "You were just having a bad dream. You're in the hospital."

"The hospital," I repeated groggily. My head felt all swimmy and heavy, as if I had been drinking too much. And I had, hadn't I? I had too much to drink, that's all. It happens to the best of us. And at Ella Granger's party no less. Just my luck. The first party I go to in years and I make an ass out of myself. And I had hooked up with Amy. What an awful ending that had been. But oh, how much worse it could have been. It was just a drunken bad night. The rest was all a dream. The witch, what she did to me, hooking up with many of the hottest girls I know, Ryan... all just a bad dream.

"He woke up," Shannon's worried voice said as she ran into the room. A young, pretty nurse came in after her and immediately went about checking things on the computer stand next to me.

"Shannon," I said with a shaky laugh. "I had the worst dream."

"It's ok, Jake," Shannon said. "You're awake now. You're in the hospital."

"I didn't mean to drink that much," I chuckled.

"We know. It's ok." Michelle said soothingly from beside my bed. "You had a terrible shock."

"Ella said you didn't have much to drink," Shannon said, which seemed odd. How would Ella have known how much I drank? Was she keeping an eye on everyone at her party? And why would she be talking to Shannon?

"Ella?" I said slowly. The grogginess was slowly wearing off, but my fog of confusion wasn't.

"She's back at her house," Michelle said, and gently placed her hand over mine. For a split second I could feel the terrible, icy talons, and then it was just Michelle's soft, warm hand again. "She said to call her whenever you feel up to it."

"Call her?" I said. "Why would she want me to call her?" That didn't make any sense at all. I had puked on her living room floor. Why would she want to talk to me? Although, perhaps she wanted me to pay for it. That made sense.

"She said she had a nice time on your date," Michelle said. Our date?

"What? What date?" I asked. The only date I had ever gone on with Ella Granger had been in the terrible dream. But that was all just a dream. There were no witches. No dark magic.

"You and Ella went out last night," Shannon said softly, talking to me as if I was in a state of shock. I slowly realized that I probably was. "You fainted in front of your house."

"Ella came and got us," Michelle added. "We were all really worried about you, Jake. You hit your head pretty hard."

"What... but... how... what happened?" My words seemed to stumble and stagger. Michelle and Shannon glanced at each other, and I could see that they were both wondering what to tell me. "It was all just a dream, wasn't it?"

"I don't know what you were dreaming about, Jake," Michelle said. "But... you fainted because you heard about Ryan." It wasn't a dream then. None of it. It all happened. And it was all my fault.

"Is he dead?" I asked in a rough, gravelly voice that made me wince. Michelle began to softly weep.

"Yes," Shannon said. There were tears in her eyes as well, though she was managing to keep them in for now.

"How?" I asked, although it didn't matter. I knew how he died. Even without the details, I knew. I had killed him. The witch told me there would be consequences, and there had been. Only I never would have guessed.

"He was riding his bike," Shannon said, her voice catching slightly. "Down by the tracks. He got hit by a car." The air left my body in a long, slow breath, and then I could feel the tears on my cheeks, hot and angry and moving fast. I wiped my cheeks, but the girls were crying too.

"It's my fault," I said grimly.

"No, Jake, don't say that," Michelle said quickly, squeezing my hand in hers. "It is not your..."

"Yes it is," I interrupted her. My voice sounded distant and odd, and she didn't argue. "I killed him." The pretty nurse glanced over at that, but then went back to checking my pulse.

"Jake, you were out with Ella when it happened," Michelle said. "The police know what time it happened. You were still in the restaurant."

"It doesn't matter," I groaned. "I killed him. Not with a car," I said before Michelle could protest again. "With my stupid cock." Michelle and Shannon both looked surprised, as did the nurse.

"You both know what happened," I said, ignoring the young woman taking my pulse with rather large, startled eyes. "Well, you both know enough, anyway."

"It was her, wasn't it?" Shannon asked. I nodded my head. "You decided not to go through with it, didn't you?" Now the tears did spill from Shannon's eyes. But she was looking at me not with sadness or anger, but with admiration. I nodded my head again. "And, that's why it happened?"

"She said there would be consequences," I said.

"Jake, what are you talking about?" Michelle asked.

"I saw her again," I told her. "The day we..." I stopped myself before saying it out loud. "The other day. I met her in an alley."

"In an alley?" Michelle sounded as confused as she looked.

"He chased the cat," Shannon explained.

"Cat, what cat?" Michelle asked. "What are you talking about?"

"She told me I had to pay for what she gave me," I went on, ignoring Michelle's questions. "She told me I had until the dark of the moon to get a young, healthy girl pregnant, or else she would take it all back... and worse."

"Take it back?" Michelle said, realization slowly dawning on her face. "You mean... your, uh... huge cock?"

"I'll give you all some alone time," the nurse said, somewhat uncomfortably, glancing from me to Michelle. "Let me know if he has any complications. But he seems to have settled."

"Thank you," Michelle said with red cheeks. The nurse hurried out of the room looking rather flustered.

"The witch gave me an order," I said. "And I decided not to go through with it."

"Why?" Michelle asked.

"Because Shannon was right," I said, looking over at her. She was still looking at me with admiration, but she said nothing. "That woman is evil. That's clearer now than ever. She wants a child for evil reasons. And I'm not going to give it to her. I guess the price of that was Ryan's life. And maybe more. Who knows?"

"More?" Michelle looked panicked now. "What do you mean, more? Jake, you're not making any sense."

"Yes he is," Shannon finally spoke. "He's making more sense than he has in a long time. He's being the Jake we all know and love." I smiled sadly at her, and she smiled back.

"But... what do you mean, more?" Michelle asked again. "You mean, like, more people might die?"

"Maybe," I nodded slowly. "I don't know. I didn't think anyone would die in the first place. I thought she would just take back what she gave me. And if she had to take more than that... well... I guess I assumed she would take it from me. Now I don't know what to think."

"But what are we going to do?" Michelle nearly shouted. "How are we going to stop her?"

"I have no idea," I said truthfully. "I doubt we can stop her."

"But we have to! If she's going to kill more people we have to stop her!"

"We will," Shannon said with an air of grim fortitude. The way she said it made Michelle and I both look at her in surprise.

"But how?" Michelle's eyes were wide and terrified.

"I don't know," Shannon had a fire in her eyes. They looked almost... "But we will," she finished.

At that moment there was a light knock at the door. We all looked over and saw Deputy Kolinski standing there. He nodded his head sadly to us as he entered the room.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," he said apologetically. He sounded much different than he had when he had been questioning me at home yesterday.

"It's ok, officer," Michelle said, and got up to greet him. She stood and shook his hand. His eyes did a casual drop to her breasts as he let her hand go.

"I need to ask Jake some questions," Deputy Kolinski said. "If he's feeling up to it."

"I don't think..." Michelle began.

"It's fine," I said before she could finish. The deputy walked over and sat where Michelle had been a moment ago. Michelle looked concerned, but she slowly left the room. Shannon stayed in the corner, out of sight. The deputy didn't seem to notice her presence.

"Jake, was Ryan who was with you at the hooters the other night?" Kolinski asked in a not unfriendly way.

"Yes," I nodded slowly. He took out his notepad and began jotting things down.

"What can you tell me about that night?"

"Nothing you don't already know," I sighed.

"Did Ryan throw the rock through Mr. Santucci's windshield?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"It doesn't matter now."

"Jake, I need you to be straight with me here," Kolinski said seriously.

"He did it because that guy treats the girls there like shit," I said truthfully. "We had been drinking, and Ryan wanted to impress the girls." Kolinski nodded his head slightly as he jotted it all down. He seemed to be able to wrap his head around that easily enough.

"And Santucci knew it was him who did it?"

"Yeah," I nodded, trying to hold back my tears. "Is he who hit Ryan?"

"We don't know yet," Deputy Kolinski said. "There's an investigation, but right now we don't have any witnesses. Jake, do you know of anyone else who might have had a grudge against Ryan?"

A grudge? Why sure, officer. The Witch. She must have done it. She had plenty of motive. You see, Ryan got laid because of what she gave me. I know that seems absurd, but it's true. I have such a big cock now, and I'm such a great lover, that I managed to not only fuck all of the chicks at my sister's hooters, my sister included, but I even got Ryan laid too. We had a big old orgy. Big tits, officer. Great big tits everywhere. Ladies going down on each other. Very sexy stuff. You should have seen it. But Ryan told me not to go through with it, you see. Go through with what, you ask? Why, giving the Witch a demon baby. I decided I didn't want to be a part of whatever evil that might bring into the world, and Ryan agreed. So, obviously the Witch has all the motive in the world to kill Ryan. It all makes perfect sense, officer. Surely you can see that.

"No," I shook my head. "He didn't have any enemies. Everyone at school barely notices us."

"Is there anything else you want to tell me, Jake?" He asked. It was almost like he could tell I knew more, but also that I wasn't going to spill.

"No, that's all," I sighed. Deputy Kolinski shut his pad and returned it to his breast pocket. He stood up and patted my shoulder lightly.

"I'm sorry, Jake." He said. "We'll do all we can to find whoever did this." I just nodded my head. He began to leave, and then stopped.

"By the way, my daughter, Britney, she said to say hi to you." He added. For a moment my heart skipped a beat. I looked over at him, trying not to panic. I could tell that he still didn't know it was me he had chased out of his daughter's window, and managed to nod my head in thanks. He nodded again, and then walked out. As he left, Shannon emerged from the shadows.

"What was he talking about?" She asked.

"Me and Ryan hooked up with the girls at Michelle's work," I said, letting out a long sigh as Britney's dad left. Shannon looked at me in shock, but I felt too exhausted to properly explain or apologize. "We used the witch's gift. He got laid because of it too. And then we both agreed that I shouldn't go through with it. That's why he's dead."

"Jake, we still don't know what really happened," Shannon frowned.

"I don't need to know," I said angrily. "I know it was her. She gave me an ultimatum. I chose. And now Ryan is dead."

"Did he really break someone's windshield?" Shannon seemed more shocked by that than the orgy. I nodded my head. "That doesn't sound like Ryan. He was always afraid to even throw rocks at bottles down at the tracks."

"He wanted to impress the girls," I sighed. "One girl in particular, I think."

"Who?

"One of Michelle's coworkers," I said. "One of the twins. Her name is Mindy. I think they had a nice time together. It even seemed like they might date. At least that's what Ryan thought."

"And... this all happened because of... your..." she trailed off.

"Yeah," I nodded. "It was Ryan's idea. He thought that maybe Natalie hyping me up to the girls there might give us some type of opportunity. He thought maybe he could take advantage of it too. And he was right." My voice cracked, and I looked away from Shannon before the tears could start flowing again.

"Jake, no matter what happened to Ryan, we do need to do something about this woman," Shannon said seriously.

"The Witch?"

"Or whatever she is," Shannon nodded. "You said before that you weren't even sure if she was from earth or not."

"I'm not," I said grimly. "I'm not sure of anything anymore. She could be anything for all I know. A Witch. An alien. A demon. A monster. It all seems the same. Something beyond me. Something I can't grapple with."

"Maybe you can," Shannon said, and I looked at her in surprise. "Maybe we can."

"How?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. But I could see a sort of determination on her face that wasn't usually there. "But we have to try. For Ryan."

"Ok," I nodded, feeling the slightest twinge of optimism. I still had no idea what to do or how to do it, but just the thought of doing something made me feel better. And knowing I had someone who would stand beside me made me know I had to at least try. "What do we do?"

"I'm not sure," Shannon sighed, sounding frustrated. "I'm going to go to the library. Maybe I can find something that will help us. In the meantime, you just rest up. Your head seems ok, at least by your standards," she added, and I chuckled. "So they should let you go tomorrow. The dark of the moon is still three days away. Come find me as soon as you're out. And we'll try to form some kind of plan."

"Thank you, Shannon," I said, and she looked at me in surprise.

"For what?"

"For coming back," I smiled sadly. "You were right, you know? I knew it as soon as you walked away. Ryan did too. He even said so. We both agreed you were right. I'm so sorry, Shannon." The tears began to well up in my eyes again, and I could see the same happening in hers.

"Shut up," she said, and lightly punched my shoulder. "Get yourself better. We have work to do." With that she got up and left, leaving me alone in the hospital room. Michelle came back a moment later, still looking panicked and terrified.

"Where did Shannon go?" She asked with frightened eyes.

"She's going to the library," I told her. "To look for some clues, or anything that can help us figure out who the Witch is, and how to beat her."

"Beat her?" Michelle sounded almost hysterical. "Jake, this is crazy. It's all crazy. There is no such thing as witches, or dark magic."

"But there is," I said simply.

"Jake, stop it," she said angrily. "This is all just in your head. None of it is real."

"You know that's not true," I said. I could see that she wanted to protest further. "You've seen it for yourself. And felt it. Do you really think I've always been like that?"

"I don't know," she said softly, without any conviction. "Maybe. You must have been. You've probably been like that for a while now. And I only just found out."

"Michelle, come on. You know that's not true," I sighed. "Erin was right, I do get hard from staring at you around the house. And you've all seen it. Did it look like it does now?"

"No, but..."

"And you know what Amy Minken said about me?" I went on. "About what happened at Ella's party?"

"Yes, but..."

"So what are you saying?" I asked her seriously. "What do you think happened?"

"I don't know," she said loudly. "But it must be some kind of mistake. Just because you have a huge cock doesn't mean magic has to be real!"

"Um, excuse me," the pretty nurse said from the doorway. She was holding a tray of food. Her eyes were wide, and her cheeks were red. Michelle looked over, and turned away without addressing the girl. I gave her an awkward smile. "I'm sorry for interrupting," she said, and hurried over to the bed. She placed the tray on the stand next to me. She glanced at Michelle, and then at me, still blushing. I met her eye as she bent down to the put the tray down, and she blushed deeper.

"Thank you," I said, still giving her an awkward smile.

"You're welcome," she said, standing back up. "I'll be back in about thirty minutes to check on you." She said it almost like a warning. As if she were really saying, "hey, next time I come by, please try not to be talking about your dick." I nodded to her, and she left the room. I turned back to Michelle, who looked to be in the thralls of a serious inner battle.

"It's ok," I sighed, and she looked up. "You don't have to worry about it. Me and Shannon will figure it out. If we can," I added, more to myself than to Michelle.

"But, what if you can't?"

"Then I'll deal with the consequences," I shrugged. "And hopefully no one else will get hurt."

"Jake, I'm scared," she said with tears in her eyes.

"I know," I nodded. "I am too. It will be alright, though."

"How do you know?"

"I don't," I said, and let out a dry laugh. "But I hope it will be. Either way, you worrying isn't going to make things any better. Go home. Tell Mom and Erin that I'm ok, and that I'll be home tomorrow probably."

"No, Jake. I have to stay here," she said.

"No you don't. There's nothing to do here. I'm fine."

"Jake, you are not..."

"Michelle, I'm fine," I said seriously. "I need some time alone, to think. I promise nothing will happen to me, ok?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I lied. "Now go home. Get some sleep. And I'll try to do the same." Michelle still looked scared, but she slowly nodded her head. She got to her feet, gave me a light kiss on the cheek, and left. I lay in bed, thinking. I still didn't know what we were going to do. But just the fact that there was a we felt good. Ryan normally would have been the one I would have gone to, but he wouldn't have known what to do either. He was my best friend, but he was never a leader. It was Shannon who was going to get me out of this mess, if anyone was. She was the thinker. And if she couldn't figure it out, well, then...

The nurse walked by again. I saw her peek over as she passed my room. She seemed to register that I was alone now, and stopped walking. She came over to the door, and poked her head in. She looked around, saw the room empty save for me, and stepped in.

"Did your visitors leave?" The nurse asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "They all went home. Do you think I'll be able to leave tomorrow?"

"It's not up to me," she said. But then, "I think you will, though. You don't seem to be showing any signs of brain damage. So, if you're feeling better tomorrow, then..."

"Thanks," I cut her off. She was looking at me with a strange sort of pity. There was a long moment of silence which began to feel awkward. I looked over at her and started to say something, when she beat me to it.

"You have a very pretty girlfriend," she said, not quite meeting my eye.

"What? I don't have a girlfriend," I said, somewhat puzzled.

"But, that girl..." the nurse said.

"The blonde is my best friend," I said, wincing as I said it. That was the truth now. With Ryan gone, Shannon was no doubt the best friend I had. "The brunette is my sister." The nurse's eyes got very big. She seemed quite startled to hear that.

"She... but..."

"I'm sorry you overheard us talking," I said awkwardly. "We didn't mean for you to have to hear all that. And we... we aren't... it isn't as bad as it probably sounded." I finally spat out. "We're just dealing with a lot right now. And we've always had pretty open communication. So, whatever you heard..."

"It's fine," she said in a higher voice than a moment ago. "I didn't hear much." But I knew that wasn't true. She had heard Michelle talk about my big cock at least once, maybe even twice. I gave her another awkward smile, and she smiled back. She really was quite pretty. Her curly, short brown hair fell around her face in a pleasant way. Her round, rosy cheeks were cute in a homely way. Her eyes were wide and green, and had an innocence to them. And she had a pretty smile. The rest was hidden by her hospital scrubs.

"Well, I'm sorry anyway," I smiled. She smiled back

"It's really no problem," she said. "I should get back to my rounds. Will you be ok?"

"Yes," I nodded. "Thank you... um?"

"Susan," she said, and stuck out her hand. I shook it. It felt soft and delicate.

"Susan," I nodded. "Thanks."

"Sure," she nodded back. "I'll come in to check on you before my shift is over."

"Ok," I said. She smiled at me again and then left. I watched her go for a moment, and then went back to thinking about what to do. I tried to think of different possibilities, and different angles of attack, or defense. I didn't get very far, and ended up falling asleep before I could come up with anything.

I was back on the beach, and everything was covered in dark shadow. The once calm, lazy waters thrashed about angrily. The wind blew in strong gusts from the sea, throwing the sand violently into the air. I raised an arm to shield my eyes, and felt it being peppered by flying sand. Thunder cracked from somewhere over head, and I flinched down instinctively. Then I heard a deep, guttural laughter. It sounded primal, and inhuman. I lowered my arm and turned my head, and there she was.

The Witch's platinum blonde hair flew out behind her like a giant golden halo. Her eyes shone like fiery stars, with a yellow so deep it blinded. Her perfect cheeks and jawline were all stretched to accommodate the fantastic grin stretched across her face. Her mouth was big. Too big. The lips were pulled back in an angry snarl. The teeth, so white, so straight, so... long. Fangs. Tiny drops of spittle flew from her mouth as she cackled her piercing laughter. Her arms were spread out and disjointed, like a pair of wings. They seemed longer than a woman's arms should be. Her shoulders were broad, her collarbones pronounced. And beneath that... a pair of breasts that seemed impossible. To be so big, so round, so perky, so full, so utterly perfect; they were not the breasts of a human. No mere mortal could achieve such breasts.

My eyes looked down, and I felt all the blood rush from my body. Beneath her tight, toned abdomen and wide, shapely hips, between the smooth, muscled thighs, was a pussy that did not look like any other I had seen. There was no hair. But more alarmingly, there were no lips. None at all. There was simply a gash, as if she had been stabbed but did not bleed. My eyes went back up the hourglass, past her tight abs and utterly perfect tits, up the long, very long, neck, passed the terrible fangs dripping cold venom, up to the eyes. I stared into those glowing yellow orbs and felt myself being pulled in.

"Our son will rule this world, Jake," the Witch said. Her voice seemed to have an echo. It carried over the wind and waves and thunder like it had its own current. "And it will be our son, Jake. Yours as well as mine. I cannot father a child any more than I can bear one. I need you, Jake. And you need me. Or don't you remember?" The Witch's hair had settled around her head again, giving her that sexy, elegant look. Her teeth were no longer fangs.

"You needed me, Jake." She said soothingly. Her voice still seemed to reverberate in the air. "You always have. I gave you what you so desperately wanted. You were ashamed of your body. You were ashamed of what you had done. You were so very ashamed, Jake. You hated yourself. And I Changed all that. I Changed you, Jake. I made you the man you always wanted to be. I gave you what you wanted, Jake. And now it's time for you to give me what I want." This woman was not terrifying to look at. How could I have ever thought that? This woman was gorgeous. More gorgeous than any woman who has ever lived. Every bit of her looked the very visage of angelic perfection.

"All I ask is for a son," she said as she leaned over me. Her huge, heavy breasts hung down in a way that seemed to defy physics. "Every woman deserves to be a mother. Don't you agree, Jake? It's not my fault I am the way I am. I didn't ask to be this. I am what I am, and I work with what I have, as must we all. Mustn't we, Jake? Mustn't we all do what we have to do to get by. I want a son, and I need you to give Him to me. The host will not be harmed. You have my word." Host? Her eyes had me transfixed, but that word broke through. It was not the word one would use for a woman carrying a child, but rather a disease. A virus.

"No one will get hurt," she went on, leaning farther forward, her giant tits getting bigger and rounder as they hung over me. She seemed frighteningly tall. "It will be quick, and painless. I will even let the host go." That word again. It sent a shiver down my spine. "The boy will be mine. I will raise Him. And He will be Great. You will watch Him and know, that is your son, your seed. A part of you will achieve that high greatness. And you too will be a king among men. Not in the way He will," she added with a chilling smile. "But in the way you have so wished. My gift to you will remain, and be enhanced. You will have any woman you want. All of them. The world will be your oyster, Jake. You will suckle on its juices. You can even sire other children, if you like. On the women of your choice. As many as you please. Your sons will be the bastard brothers of Him. Your daughters, His wives. And He will shower His wives with treasures from this world and others, as He will His father. You, Jake. You will be Great as well. Give me my son, Jake. Plant His seed, Jake. And let the tree of Maleficence grow."

The Witch touched my arm softly. I flinched at first, feeling the cold talons. But they quickly softened into warm, gentle fingers. Soft fingers. Nurturing fingers, moving up my arm, slowly. I stared into the Witch's cold, yellow eyes a moment longer, and then blinked. She was gone. The dark, stormy beach was gone. I lay in a hospital bed, sitting up, sweating lightly. The soft movement continued on my arm. I looked over and saw the nurse, Susan, standing there. She looked up, saw me awake, and pulled her hand back. Her cheeks flushed red.

"I'm sorry," she said, taking a step back. "You seemed to be having a bad dream. We were taught in nursing school to wake someone up very gently during a bad dream."

"I'm ok," I said shakily, not really sure that was true. The dream had been so vivid. "It's just been a rough few days."

"I'm very sorry about your friend," Susan said. Her head was bent down in a shy sort of way, and she wasn't quite making eye contact with me. "Everyone is saying he was a really nice guy."

"Yeah," I nodded, trying not to tear up in front of her. "He was. And it's my fault he's dead."

"I... um... I heard you talking to your, um... sister. She said that you weren't responsible for it. And I'm sure she was right."

"Thanks for saying that," I smiled sadly. It didn't matter what anyone else thought. I knew the truth.

"Um," she began, and then stopped. She seemed to be struggling not to say something she wanted to. "I'm sorry to pry."

"No, it's ok," I sighed. I felt too emotionally exhausted to care anymore. Let her ask whatever she wanted. What could it hurt? "You can ask me."

"Well, it sounded like you were talking about magic," she said shyly.

"Yeah, I guess we were," I nodded.

"Why?"

"Something happened to me," I said. She looked quite interested, and I wondered how much to tell her. "I met... um... a witch, I think. I don't know what she was. But anyway, she changed me."

"Changed you how?" Susan asked with sparkling, curious eyes.

"Uh... it's sort of hard to explain," I said. But that wasn't true. The change was pretty simple. It's just not the sort of thing you tell a stranger. But this woman did seem very curious to know.

"I'd like to hear it," she said. "If you want to tell me. If you don't, I understand. But, I'm curious. How did this... how did she change you?"

"Well," I sighed. "She changed me physically, and sexually."

"How do you mean?" Susan looked puzzled at that, and a little put off.

"Before I met her, I was a normal guy," I said plainly. "Now, I'm not. I'm... different, now."

"Different how?"

"I'm changed. My... uh... I... I'm just different now," I finally said.

"Do you mean your..." she hesitated a moment, and I saw her eyes flick down to the bedsheet covering my body. "I, um... I heard your... uh... your sister... she mentioned that you have a... a huge cock. Is that what got changed?"

"Yeah," I nodded, feeling a little startled at telling this complete stranger so much of the truth. "I'm really big down there now. Like really big. And that's not even all. She made me a total dynamo. I can go for hours. I shoot crazy big loads. Since it happened, I've been with some insanely hot chicks. And I've made them all cum." Susan's cheeks were flushed again, but it looked different now. She had a sort of twinkle in her eyes as she stared at me.

"Wow," Susan said, and her voice sounded breathier than a moment before. "That's pretty hot."

"Yeah," I nodded in agreement. "But it turns out it wasn't a gift. It was a curse. The Witch wants payment."

"Is that why you think she killed your friend?" Susan asked.

"Yes," I nodded. "But not as the payment. For denying the payment. She asked me to give her a son. She told me I have to get a healthy woman pregnant by the dark of the moon. That's in just three days now. And when I don't deliver..."

"Why does she need another woman to carry her child. And if she's really a witch, then why does she want a baby anyway?" ... Our son will rule this world...

"I don't know," I said, feeling coldness creep through my body again. "And I don't care. I'm not going to find out. I'm not giving her a son."

Susan looked into my eyes for a long moment, seeming to take the measure of me. For a moment it seemed like she actually believed. And then she burst into laughter. I smiled wanly, and then joined in her laughter.

"Wow," Susan said as she wiped away a tear. Her body hitching in hiccup as her laughter died down. "I've never heard anything like that before. That's quite some story."

"Isn't it?" I laughed. "Witch's and dark magic. Sorry. I can get carried away sometimes."

"Well, I thought it was great," she smiled at me. "Very creative. And I doubt every part of that story is made up." Her eyes flicked back down to the bed sheet covering me. Her lower lip moved slightly, and then caught in the pinch of her teeth. I glanced down, saw that my cock had formed a rather noticeable bulge in the sheet at some point, and looked back at her.

"Well, I guess it isn't all made up," I shrugged, smiling confidently at her. A sexy giggle seemed to escape her involuntarily. She looked behind her at the empty hall, and then back to me.

"My shift is over in about five minutes," she said. "Let me go check out, and then I'll come back and find out how much of your story is true."

"Ok," I shrugged. She giggled again, and then left the room. I let out a long sigh as she left, wondering what I should do. I knew what I wanted to do. Susan was cute, and sexy too. And the fact that she was my nurse, and me her patient. Here in the hospital. It was a damned fantasy come true. But I had already gotten someone killed. The Witch wanted what I wouldn't give her. And everyone I involved could have to pay the price.

But there was no reason to think like that. None of the girls had been harmed. The Witch took Ryan because it wasn't his gift, but he enjoyed it anyway. And after tasting the fruits of the tree, he told me not to water it. He partook, but didn't reciprocate. No one else had gotten hurt. And why would they? I was the one in danger. In three days I would either be dead or cursed. But until then... I still had what she gave me. It was still mine, to do with as I please. Why shouldn't I fuck Susan's brains out? She wants it more than I do. As long as I don't get her pregnant, it will make no difference. It's just a bit of fun on the way down.

Susan came back, and then shut the door behind her as she stepped in. She turned to look at me, and the look in her eyes removed any last reservations I might have had. She walked slowly into the room, bringing one foot over the other in an exaggerated but sexy way. She reached behind her, and slowly pulled the string on her blue hospital scrubs.

"Have you ever fantasized about being with a nurse before?" She asked sexily. I nodded my head with widening eyes. "I thought so," she smiled. "Most guys have. And yet so few get to experience it. But if my suspicions about you are true, then you're in for a very good time."

"What suspicions might those be?" I asked with a cockiness I never would have dreamed of a week before. She reached the side of my bed, and slowly reached out. Her hand moved along the bed sheet covering me, feeling along the length of my hardening cock. She let out a sexy moan, almost a purr. Then she stopped. She reached back, and pulled the scrubs from her upper body.

Her body was not as spectacular as some I had seen just lately, but it was still very sexy. Her body was lightly freckled from her shoulders down to her belly. The freckles on her pert, perky breasts were sexiest of all. They were by no means big breasts, but they had an excellent shape to them. And her pink nipples pointed up at an angle few women could achieve. I reached out and felt one with my hand, and she moaned again. Her hands went back to feeling me up over the sheet. She gripped at my cock through the thin white sheet, feeling its girth. Then she reached up and pulled the sheet off of me.

I looked down, expecting to see my big cock slumped over and waiting for her touch, but instead saw a hospital gown, though it was tented out nicely halfway down. Her smiled widened as she saw it, and then she reached down and began slowly pulling the gown up my body. I felt little chills on my legs as their cover was removed. Then she pulled the sheet up to my cock. She let out a deep breathy exhale, something between a gasp and a laugh. Her eyes darted to mine, and then returned down. Her smile grew larger. She pulled the sheet further up my body, so that my cock was fully exposed. It lay slumped over one thigh, as I had expected, looking as big as ever.

"Wow," Susan said with proper appreciation. She took it in one hand and lifted it up, and then brought her other hand down as well. She began stroking it with both hands. She was leaning forward, bent over me, pushing her perky tits together and out, making them look bigger. They jiggled nicely as she stroked my cock with both of her hands. Then she bent down and wrapped her lips around the end. She didn't bother even trying to take more than the tip. Her tongue played with the tip of my cock as her lips held onto it tightly. I had received some truly world class blowjobs in recent days, and Susan just couldn't stack up.

I reached over and brought my hand to her crotch. She still had on her bottom scrubs, but she moaned out as my fingers moved across her very warm and wet groin. She came off my cock, looked at me with a big smile, and then quickly wiggled out of her pants. Her bottom half was lightly freckled as her top half was. She had a nice bushy patch of pubic hair above her noticeably dripping pussy. After the dream I had just had Susan's pussy looked remarkably human. I could see the light stubble where she had shaved herself, as well as the slightly puffy lips surrounding the hole itself. I looked around her, and was pleased to see that she had a stupendous looking ass, much better than I had expected. I reached around her and cupped her ass cheek in my hand.

She bent back down and went back to giving me her rather lackluster attempt at a blowjob. I kept my firm grip on her ass, and then brought my fingers to her pussy. It felt warm and wet, and I slid two fingers in. She moaned around my cock as I fingered her from behind. I could see her stomach contorting sexily, and knew she was enjoying what I was doing. Her body gave a little shiver, and she stood up again. She quickly climbed up onto the bed, and then straddled me.

"So, were you telling the truth about being able to give girls multiple orgasms?" She asked as she stared down at me. She reached back and took my cock in her hand, and then pulled it between her ass cheeks.

"You'll have to find out," I said, and she giggled. She brought the head of my cock to her pussy, and rubbed it along the lips, preparing herself.

"I've never had one like yours before," she said.

"Don't worry, you'll like it," I smiled up at her. She brought her sexy ass up, and then I felt the tip of my cock slowly enter her. The tight slippery vise engulfed my cock inch by inch. I watched her face intently. Her eyes shut. Her mouth opened. I could tell she was holding her breath as she took mee deeper and deeper inside her. and then she let it all out in a breathy laugh. Her eyes opened, and I could see the lust in them. Her sexy ass rose, and then fell. Her pussy's tight grip on my cock moved easily with her wetness. She repeated the slow motion once more. Up, and then slowly back down. And then it began in earnest.

Susan's ass began bouncing up and down aggressively. I could feel my cock being pushed and pulled this way and that inside of her. It felt a little helter skelter, but it felt good. Her moans began, and then grew louder. For a moment I worried someone would hear her and catch us. But then I realized what do I care? I won't get in trouble. If she gets in trouble for being too loud that's on her. I'm going to enjoy this for what it is.

I grabbed her by the waist, letting her use her ass to its full potential. She was really moving. The hospital bed was creaking loudly now, and banging lightly on the wall every few seconds or so. Between that and her moans, it seemed only a matter of time before someone came in and found us. But that added an extra little flair to it too. Having another nurse come in and find us might be hot. She would obviously see what we're doing right away. But then she would see my cock, and she would be impressed. Just like they all are. Just like I always wanted. And all because of my cock, and what I can do with it. I don't have a hot young nurse bouncing wildly on my cock right now because of my wit and charm. No. She heard I had a big cock, found out I have a big cock, and is now fucking the shit out of that big cock. And all I have to do to keep it, is the most natural thing in the world. It's the thing you're supposed to do when an attractive, comely young woman rides your cock like a pogo stick. Just let it go. It's going to happen. You can already feel it happening. That tingling sensation in your outer thighs as they begin to burn as her thighs rub ardently against them. The way your cock stiffens in preparation. She has to arch her back to adjust to its new unyieldingness.

Susan pushed down deep on my cock, and then the bouncing ceased and the grinding began. The friction of her hips against mine grew stronger. I could feel my orgasm coming on, and could tell hers was as well. My cock felt quite deep inside her. Quite a long way to go to escape. And it was time to escape. Unless I wanted to give in. Just release. It's the most natural thing in the world. And she wants it. She knows it's coming. She can feel how hard you are, can sense your eagerness. She hasn't said a thing. She's grinding her hips as if she's trying to make it happen. Which she is. She wants it to happen. And it is happening. IT is happening. Him. Our child. He will rule over this world.

I wrenched Susan up with both hands as hard as I could. She let out a high squeal, and then a spray of sticky liquid shot violently from her pussy onto my stomach and legs. At the same time my load shot out like a missile. I looked down, through her legs, and saw my ropes of cum flying far across the room, one after another. Susan lashed at her pussy with her hand, continuing the spray of her juices.

Our violent ejaculations ended simultaneously. The last of my cum spilled out and over my cock as the last of hers dribbled down onto my stomach. Susan looked down at me, and let out an audible gasp. Then she began laughing as she got down from the bed.

"That's never happened to me," she laughed. She seemed to almost be in a state of delirium. Her eyes looked glossed over as they stared at my drenched torso.

"Uh, what do we do now?" I asked, looking down at the mess on me, as well as on the floor and even the wall across from my bed. Susan followed my gaze. She seemed to register the mess, and the life came back into her eyes. She let out a little laugh.

"Oh boy," she said as she looked at me and then the rest of the room. "I'm going to be in serious trouble."

"It's ok," I said, trying to give her a reassuring smile. Now that I had beaten the beast once again, I felt like myself again. It was absolutely bizarre the feeling I got every time I was going to cum inside of a woman now. And it didn't happen when it wasn't in their pussy. It only happened when I would cum inside them. To do the deed. To make the payment. It felt like it needed to happen. And my thoughts got dark too. It all felt like something was trying to make it happen. But I still hadn't done it. I don't know how, but every time I managed to pull out at the last second. But I kept testing it. It kept getting so close. And if I keep it up... one of these times...

"We can clean it up," I said, and sat up in the bed.

"Are you kidding?" Susan laughed nervously. "Look how far you shot it. It's all over the wall. And look what I did. Jesus. I got it all over you, and the bed and the floor."

"Yeah," I agreed. "That was really hot." Her nervousness went away for a second, and she looked quite flattered. "I've never seen a girl do that either." She blushed again and looked away. "Um... how about I clean the floor and you clean the bed?" I suggested.

She agreed. We spent the next hour cleaning up after our little escapade. We didn't say much. We had both gotten dressed, but our eyes did plenty of lingering on each other. When we finally had the place cleaned enough, she gave me her number, kissed me goodbye, and left me alone in my hospital room, which still very much smelled of sex. I lay down, and eventually I fell asleep. Luckily the dream from the beach didn't come back.

I awoke the next morning feeling a sort of resolution I hadn't had when I went to sleep. It felt like something had cleared itself in my head. I didn't know how to do it, but I knew what needed to be done. I had to face the witch. I knew I might die, but it didn't matter. Ryan was already dead, and more would follow if I didn't do something. And it was mine to do. That was as clear as day. However, whyever this had started, it was about me. It began with me and the witch, and so it must end with me and the witch. I only hoped Shannon might have found some clue as to how to go about it.

When an older nurse came in to check on me, she pronounced me as fit as a fiddle. She made some marks on the chart hanging on the door, and told me I would be discharged soon. I lay in the bed, waiting, and thinking about what I would have to do. An hour later a doctor came in, did a few rudimentary tests, agreed that I was fit to leave, and signed the necessary documents. I did as I was told, signed what I needed to sign, and then walked out of the hospital. As I stepped out of the hospital, wondering if I should call a cab or something, I saw Erin's car parked down the street. I walked over, and she noticed me and waved.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as I opened the passenger door and got in.

"Michelle had to go to work," Erin explained. "And Mom is off doing whatever Mom does all day. So, I offered to come get you."

"Oh... uh... thanks," I said. Erin was talking to me in a casual tone, the way she would normally talk to anyone, but not me. Normally she spoke to me like I was a piece of scum she had found on the bottom of her shoe. She started the car and began driving towards home. We sat in awkward silence for a while, until she finally spoke.

"I'm sorry about Ryan," she said, breaking the silence. "I know how close you two were."

"Yeah," I said. I still didn't know what to say or how to feel.

"Do you know why it happened?" Erin asked. "I mean, was it that guy who's car he broke? Michelle's boss?"

"I'm not sure," I shrugged. "It might be. The cops said they were looking into it."

"Are you in trouble?" She asked. "For lying to them the other day?"

"I don't think so," I sighed.

"Jake, are you ever going to tell me what's been going on with you?" She looked over at me as she drove, and I could see the genuine curiosity in her eyes.

"No," I said flatly. "Why would I? Besides, didn't you vow to figure it out on your own?"

"Yeah," she said slowly, and then fell silent for a little while. "But I don't know how you're doing it, or why."

"Doing what?"

"I don't know how you got those girls to lie for you," she said. I could hear the frustration as she said it, as well as confusion. "I talked to that girl Stephanie. She's a steel trap. She says you're dynamite in the sack. From what I can gather, she isn't the only girl in town who thinks so. And I don't know how or why they're lying for you."

"Does it really matter?" I asked her. Her insistence was amusing, frustrating, and somewhat arousing all at the same time.

"Yes," she answered immediately. "It does to me. I don't like being tricked. And I also don't like letting you get away with shit. I need to know why they're lying for you. And... and I... I need to know..." her words trailed off, and when I looked at her she had a far-off hazy look. She noticed me staring, and blushed.

"You need to know what?" I pressed.

"I need to know how you made it look like you did?"

"What?"

"When we were in the kitchen the other day," Erin went on. "It looked like you had a freaking log in your boxers. And it was just me and Michelle. So why did you fake it? And how?"

"Erin, this is starting to become a pretty weird obsession for you," I said, and she glowered at me. "Just let it go. I mean, why do you even care anyway?"

"Because I need to know," she snapped. "You do not have a huge cock! You never did before. But now... these girls... and it looked... I need to know what's going on."

"And what if it's real, huh?" I asked sardonically. "What if the rumors are true, and what you saw wasn't fake? What if I do have a big dick? Why do you care?"

"Because you don't," she said defensively. "I would know if you did."

"Look, how about I just prove it to you, ok?" I sighed. I just wanted this to be over. I had more important things to think about then my sister's suspicions.

"What?" She said, looking at me like I had suggested she blow me right then.

"You're all hung up on me lying and girls lying for me, right?" I asked. She didn't say anything. "Well, let me show you that it's true. And then you can get over it. Or at least stop driving yourself crazy wondering how or why."

"But... it's not real... it can't be," she said slowly, as if trying to convince herself.

"Alright, enough," I sighed, and began unbuckling my belt. She looked over, and then nearly crashed the car as she swerved.

"What are you doing?" She shouted as she righted the car.

"Proving it to you," I said, unzipping my pants. "Once you see it for yourself, you can stop all this."

"Jake, I do not want to see..." but she didn't get to finish. I reached in and pulled out my long, flaccid cock. It flopped down over the front of my pants, looking as big as ever. Erin brought the car to a stop. I looked over at her, and felt a little jolt go through my body. The way she was staring down at it was beyond sexy. Her mouth hung open ever so slightly. Her eyes were wide and glued to my cock.

"That..." she began, and then had to close her mouth and take a gulp. "That isn't real."

"It is," I said, and waggled it about for her. I even pulled my boxers down further, showing her the base of it. She leaned in to get a closer look. She was staring at it like it was a puzzle that needed solving. I bent it side to side and up and down, showing her that it was in no way fake.

"It... but... how?" She finally asked.

"Don't worry about how," I said, and pulled my pants back up. I stuffed my cock back in the pants, and her trance seemed to break. She looked up at me, opened her mouth to speak, and then shut it again. She seemed to be struggling to find words, and the right ones weren't quite finding her.

"Come on," I said. "Drive me home." She looked at me, and then back down at my pants, then back to me, and then finally put the car back in drive. We sat in silence for a while again, and I could tell she was trying to grasp what she had seen. She turned into our neighborhood, and I felt relieved at being done with this drive.

"It wasn't like that," she said under her breath as we neared home. "Never. It was... it... it wasn't like that."

"Well it is now," I said. She parked the car in the driveway, and I began to get out. I stopped and turned to her. "Will you drop it now?"

"Yeah," she said after a moment's thought. "I guess so."

"Good," I nodded. "And don't tell anyone you saw it, ok? There are too many people talking about me as it is." She nodded, and I got out. I walked inside, was glad to see no one else home, and went straight to my room. I heard Erin walk in the front door, and for a moment was afraid she would come interrogate me some more, but she didn't. She left me alone, and I went back to my contemplation. I sat at my desk, just thinking, until someone knocked on the front door. I could hear Erin talking to someone, and then a moment later there was a light knock on my door. I let out a long sigh, wondering who I would have to deal with now. I got up, walked to the door, opened it preparing to see someone I wouldn't want to deal with, and felt a great relief as I saw Shannon.

"Thank God," I said when I saw her. She gave me a tired smile and entered the room. Erin was standing in the hallway with a puzzled look on her face. I shut the door once Shannon was inside, and returned to my desk. She sat on the bed. "So?" I said to her.

"I didn't find much," she said. "But I think I found some."

"Tell me," I said, leaning forward.

"I don't know what it's called," Shannon said. "Or even what it is. But I think people have dealt with it before."

"How?"

"Different ways," she said. "Not all of them successful."

"What does that mean?" I asked, feeling a shiver again.

"It means sometimes things don't go well," she explained. "We're probably already in one of those times. The fact that she killed Ryan means she's serious about wanting her payment."

"Oh, she's serious alright," I said with a shaky laugh. "She came to me in a dream yesterday."

"Really? What happened?"

"I was at the beach. We all were," I said. "It felt like everyone I knew was there. And then this shadow came. And then... she was there."

"Did she look the same?" Shannon asked. For a moment the terrifying image of the Witch with her arms spread wide and her hair thrown back and her terrible laughter filled my brain, and I quickly closed my eyes.

"No," I said, and then, "I don't know. Kind of. Not really. It's hard to explain."

"Did anything else happen in the dream?"

"She spoke to me," I went on, despite the cold feeling the memory brought on. "She said..." I had to pause again as the echoing sound of her voice filled my ears. "She said our son would rule this world. She said all kinds of weird things. It was all very... prophetic sounding."

"She's evil, Jake," Shannon said seriously. "That much I know for sure."

"Yeah, me too," I agreed.

"But that doesn't mean she's immortal. Whatever she is, she can be killed. It's happened before."

"Really?" I said, feeling a twinge of hope. "How?"

"Different ways," Shannon said, and shifted on my bed. "And not always successfully. Sometimes the demon wins."

"Demon?" I repeated. For whatever reason, it felt easier to think of her as a witch than a demon.

"Demon, witch, monster. Succubus, probably," Shannon said. "I've even begun to wonder if whatever she is might be the origin of vampiric lore. I think it's been called many names in many places, over many years. And I don't think it matters. We don't need to know her name, or what she is. We just need to know if she can be killed. And I think she can."

"How?" I asked again.

"Well, I think I may have an idea," she said. "But it's a little crazy."

"Crazy is probably good at this point." I said. "We need something crazy if we're going to actually pull this off. Now, tell me the plan. Whatever it is, I'm in."

An hour later I walked Shannon out. We shared a look as she left. There were no words. We didn't need them. We had said what needed to be said. Our plan was set, and by tomorrow night, it would be decided, one way or the other. It felt good, having at least the idea of a plan. I knew how ludicrous a plan it was. I knew how unlikely it was to work. I knew how much worse things might get if we failed. But none of that mattered. We had a plan, and that felt good enough for now.

I shut the door, and walked back into the living room. Erin was sitting on the couch, reading a book, and she looked up as I plopped down into the chair that had once been my father's, but seemed to be mine now. Erin placed her book down, open-faced to keep her spot. I glanced down at it, saw the words Salem's Lot, and wondered if she was reading a book about witches. I quickly put the thought out of mind, not wanting to think about witches at the moment.

As I sat there, I began to slowly realize that this may very well be my last day with what I had been given. There was even a real chance that this could be my last day on earth. I no longer had any illusions about whether or not the Witch could kill me for disobeying her. And even if Shannon and I were to succeed in our plan, and kill the Witch, I would almost certainly go back to the way I had been before. That didn't seem so bad anymore. I would rather be a normal guy with a regular dick than be a stud responsible for other's pain and suffering.

But the thought did make me realize something new. Erin was looking at me in a way that she just never had before. It only took a moment to realize what it was. It was the kind of look I never would have been able to recognize before. But I had gotten that kind of look a lot just lately. It was the look of lust and desire on a beautiful woman's face. It was always a little different from girl to girl, but it was also the same. And now, seeing that look on Erin's face, it made me start to think.

My relationship with Erin wasn't like my relationships with my other two sisters. Anna was a full ten years older than me, and she hadn't lived here since I was a little kid. Sometimes it felt like she was more like my aunt than my sister. We certainly aren't close. When she lived with us, I was a little kid, Dad was still alive, Mom was still present, and Michelle and Erin took up most of Anna's sibling time. I was just the baby. I didn't mind. We've never had any bad blood. Or good blood. We're barely even siblings as far as I'm concerned. Although I do like my niece and nephew a lot.

Michelle, on the other hand, is only six years older than me. And more importantly, she still lives here. She's the one I've always looked up to, and even lusted after. When I first entered puberty, she was an eighteen-year-old, and already quite well stacked. All through my years in high school Michelle had been working at the hooters. That just made her into even more of a sex symbol for me. I remember there being times when I would stare at her huge tits in that tight hooters shirt, and get so hard it felt like my dick might break.

When I had sex with her, it was like achieving a lifelong goal. The object of so much teenage lust and fantasy was finally in reach. It hadn't really felt emotional, in a romantic or familial way. It had felt like I was getting what I had wanted for years. And now that I had conquered that most epic of peaks, it didn't feel the same anymore. That's not to say that I won't continue lusting after Michelle. And who knows? Maybe something will even happen with us again. Although it would be real weird if I go back to the way I was before. But I don't really think that will happen. I still struggle to get a read on her, but I know I'm not interested in anything more than what we already did. It was great sex, with the first girl I had ever lusted after in any real way. But she's my big sister, and we have a good relationship. I only hope it can stay that way after all of this is finished. If I'm even still here to find out.

With Erin, however, it's all different. Erin isn't a decade older than me, or even half a decade. Erin is less than two years older than I am. We were in school at the same time. And being so much closer in age, we had a more standard sibling relationship. With Erin, I wasn't the baby, like I was with Anna. And I wasn't the cute little brother either, like I was with Michelle. With Erin, I think I've always been an annoyance. A reminder to herself and her friends that she is related to a loser. I think if I took the time to really think about it, I would realize that Erin's view of me, and treatment of me, has a lot to do with the sort of loser mentality that I've slipped into in recent years. The way she treats me, talks to me, even looks at me, it all makes me feel like I'm not good enough. Not good enough to be her brother. Not good enough to have friends like hers. Not good enough for anything. I didn't used to think of myself as a loser. But the longer she treated me like one, the more I think it sank its way into me.

Tomorrow night everything will change. For better, for worse, for death. However it goes, it's going to Change me. I will be Changed. Maybe I'll be Changed back to the way I was before. Maybe I'll be Changed into something worse, something not even worth thinking about. Maybe I'll be Changed into a corpse. Maybe I'll be Changed into the slave of a demon. Whatever, tomorrow I will be Changed, again.

But for now, I'm Changed in the way that I always wanted. Right now, I can make Erin think twice about the way she's always treated me, and viewed me. She thinks I'm a loser, fine. She's made me think of myself as a loser, not cool, but fine. Well, right now, I can Change her mind. I can show her just how wrong she was, even if she'll be right again in twenty-four hours. The thought was too much to pass up. In that moment I knew what I had to do.

"So," I said, trying not to smirk at the way she was looking at me. "Do you still think I've been lying?"

"No," she said quickly, and then looked away. "I don't know. Maybe. I'm not sure."

"What do you mean?" I laughed. "You saw it for yourself."

"I don't know what I saw."

"Come on. Really?" I looked over at her incredulously.

"I've seen you get hard in your pants a million times," she said. "Recently even. And it did not look like that. Hell, I've even caught you jerking off before." My stomach did a little flip at hearing that admission. I didn't know that. "Your dick is like four inches. Maybe five on a good day. There's no way it grew that much in such a short time. Even if you did have some kind of freak growth spurt, it can't be as big as it looked, or as big as those girls are saying."

"So, what exactly are you saying?" I asked slowly, getting a kind of twisted pleasure from making her contemplate the impossible. Of course she was right. Right about my true size, right about the impossibility of such growth. Right about all of it. But I wasn't going to tell her that. Let her try to figure it out on her own.

"I don't know," she said, sounding both annoyed and frustrated.

"Do you think I have a fake dick?" I laughed, and she frowned and glared at me.

"No." She said, and then frowned deeper. "I don't know. Maybe. That makes more sense than it growing that much."

"Sorry, it's real," I said with a cocky little grin.

"But that's impossible," she huffed. "And even if it is real, it must be some kind of fake."

"What?" I laughed again.

"You must have gotten some kind of implant or something. I heard guys get those."

"But, wouldn't it not work then?"

"Well, maybe it doesn't," Erin said, turning her head up and away from me, looking smug. "Maybe those girls just saw how big it is and decided to tell everyone what a stud you are to make themselves look better. They get to brag about having fucked a guy with a huge cock, and then if anyone doubts it, they'll see that you do have a big one and decide its true. But really it doesn't work at all. If it is real, then it must be an implant. I bet it doesn't even get hard."

"It does," I said with a smug grin. Her eyes darted back to me, and for a second that look of lust and desire returned.

"Whatever," she scoffed. "I still don't know how you did it, but I don't believe it's real. I don't care how many girls say it, or what you try to show me, I don't believe that you have a giant cock that actually works."

"Want me to prove it to you?" I smiled.

"Ew, are you serious?" She pretended to look properly offended, but I could see past that. There was a bit of a twinkle in her eye. She might not admit it, but I could tell that she did indeed want me to prove it to her. And I knew I had to do just that.

"You've spent this much time and energy thinking about it," I pointed out. "Haven't you?" She didn't say anything. She was still frowning, but that look in her eyes was only growing stronger. "You've been interrogating the girls I've slept with. Allegedly," I added before she could interrupt. "You've been trying to get peeks at it all week. I'm guessing you've spent more time in the past week thinking about my cock than you've spent thinking about any other cock in your life." Her cheeks flushed red. She tried to hide it, but I could tell that had hit the mark.

"All that time," I said slowly, with that cocky grin that I had only recently mastered. "All that energy. All such a waste. Unless... just let me prove it to you."

"You're disgusting," she said, and tried to look away from me, but didn't quite succeed. "You're my brother."

"That didn't stop Michelle," I said. I knew it was a huge risk, but I thought it would work.

"What?" Erin looked over in alarm.

"Michelle was curious too," I said. "Maybe not for the same reasons as you. But she also didn't believe that I have what I have, and that I can do what I can do." Erin was staring wide eyed now.

"She asked nicely, and I proved it to her."

"What are you talking about?" Erin asked in a soft voice. She seemed stunned silent.

"I'm talking about Michelle coming to me and asking about my big cock," I smirked. "And then me fucking her brains out."

"Liar," she said, barely louder than a whisper.

"Nope," I smirked. "I told her I wouldn't tell anyone. But you knowing won't hurt anyone. No one would believe you even if you told. You better not be mean to her though," I added, only then thinking about what kind of a mistake this admission could be for Michelle.

"Anyway," I went on, feeling determined not to let that happen. Now that I had ratted on Michelle, the only way out was to get Erin to go through with it. "She needed proof too, and I gave it to her. Twice."

"Michelle wouldn't sleep with a little twerp like you," Erin said, clearly trying to hang onto her shattered image of me.

"That would be true," I agreed. "If I really was the little twerp you've made me out to be. But I'm not. I'm not a loser, Erin. Maybe I was. But I'm not now. I didn't just fuck Michelle, I fucked Stephanie, and Britney Kolinski, the daughter of that cop who was here the other day. And the night me and Ryan were at the hooters, I fucked the entire staff." Erin's eyes had gone wide as saucers. She seemed to be trying to come up with something to say. Her mouth opened, closed, opened again, moved, and closed again without a sound.

"Natalie," I went on. "Rachel, the twins. Becky. Even that new girl with the tattoos. The one who's dating that prick of a boss of theirs. I fucked them all, again and again. I made them all cum. I'm pretty good at making girls cum. I could show you, like I showed Michelle. No one would ever have to know."

"You're lying," Erin finally managed to say.

"Then try me," I said. "You didn't think I have a big cock, well, here." I stood up and dropped my pants. The way her eyes found and then clung to my large, hanging cock was priceless. "You don't think it gets hard, ok. I'll prove it to you." I took it in my hand, and began stroking it slowly in front of her. It dropped an inch lower, and then another. Erin licked her lips, perhaps involuntarily. My cock grew longer and thicker, and then began to lift itself up. Erin watched in awe.

"You don't think I know how to use it?" I smiled, stroking my hardening member in front of her. "You don't think I can give you the best fuck of your life? Well, let me prove you wrong. Or not. I don't really care. I can get any girl I want. And I've already experienced the taboo thrills of fucking my sister. You're hot, sure. But so is Ella, and the girls Michelle works with. Proving you wrong, giving you more pleasure than you knew was possible, it would be fun, but I can take it or leave it. If you don't want it because of some societal standard or some other bullshit, fine. What do I care?"

The whole time I spoke, I stroked my huge cock, and her eyes never left it. Now the corner of her lower lip was caught between her teeth. Her eyes were slightly glazed over, staring with utter longing and desire. Her breasts were rising and falling with her obviously quickened breath. And her legs were squeezed together, as if trying to keep something from escaping.

"So, what do you say, Sis?" I smiled, stroking my huge cock in her face. "Want to put me to the test, or are you a chickenshit, like Bobby said?"

Erin's eyes finally snapped up from my cock. They locked onto mine, and for a moment I felt the power shift back into her corner. The fierceness that had always terrified me returned, and then mixed with that look of lustful longing. In that moment Erin's eyes looked sexier than any eyes had ever looked before, or would ever look after. She stood up, staring intensely into my eyes.

"Fine," she said, and I felt my heart leap and my cock twitch. "But if you don't live up to all this hype, you're going to regret it."

"Deal," I nodded, unable to contain my excited grin. Erin walked over to me slowly. I still had my cock in my hand, and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. Erin stepped right up to me, brought her hands up, and shoved me hard in the chest. I fell back down into the chair, and then she was on her knees. She reached out and wrapped one hand around the base of my cock, and then brought the other to the shaft. She stroked it a few times, seeming to take measure of it. I watched as she convinced herself that it was indeed a real cock, and was indeed attached to me. Then she smiled. A smile so sexy I thought I might just cum right then. She leaned forward, and then wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. I let a groan escape me without being able to stop it.

Her eyes met mine without her taking it out of her mouth. The lust was still there, and now there was a kind of determination in her gaze as well. She sucked lightly on the head of my cock, and then I felt her tongue flick out and do a neat swirling motion. Right away I could tell Erin was a skilled cocksucker, and I was eager to see just what she could do with mine. She kept her hand on the base of my shaft, pressing lightly on my balls. Then her lips began to move down. Her eyes never left mine. She stared up at me as my cock entered her mouth inch by inch, slowly.

When she had about half of my cock in her mouth she stopped. Her eyes finally left mine, and looked down at what she was doing. I could feel my cock pressed up against the warm wet entrance to her throat. She held still for a moment, and I could feel the breath from her nose on my abdomen. Then she pushed down deeper. My cock slid into her throat, and she took the rest in one quick easy motion. Her sexy nose pressed into my pubes, and I felt her tongue flick out and graze my balls. She held still for a moment, with the entirety of my massive cock lodged fully down her throat. Then she began moving slowly back up. Her lips remained wrapped tightly around my shaft, and her tongue did sexy movements as she moved back up.

When her lips reached the head again, she began to suck and lick. It felt like she was making out with my cock. If not for what the twins had done, this would surely have been the greatest blowjob of all time. She looked at me again, with her lips wrapped tightly around the head of my cock. I could tell she knew how talented she was. And I could tell that she thought I had never had anything so good before. I decided not to mention what the twins had done. She spent some time on the head, kissing, sucking, licking, massaging with her mouth. It all felt amazing. Then she bobbed back down in a quick motion.

She pulled back up, and then the blowjob began to get sloppy. Though certainly not in a bad way. Erin began really going to town. She bobbed her head up and down. She used her lips and tongue, and hands. Michelle had not been lying. Erin was indeed a very skilled cocksucker, and she could handle a big one like mine. As good as it felt, I wanted more. Having her suck my cock was amazing. It was more than I ever could have hoped for. But I didn't just want her to pleasure me, I wanted to pleasure her. I wanted to show her just what I can do. To show her just how much I'm not the loser she thought I was.

Just from the intensity with which she was sucking it, I could tell she wouldn't stop until I came. She was a woman on a mission. I wondered if she was trying to prove something to me, or perhaps to herself. Or maybe she just wanted to enjoy the experience of sucking a cock as big as mine. Either way, this was a blowjob that could only end in completion. I was eager to move onto the sex, so I tried to focus on cumming. It wasn't difficult. All I had to do was stare down at her, and focus on how good it felt, and who was doing it.

My sexy older sister, who had always treated me like shit. Who had always made me feel like a loser. Like I wasn't good enough for anything, least of all her. That incredibly sexy girl had my huge cock in her mouth, and she was giving it all she had. I wondered if she had ever put this much effort into a blowjob before. If she had sucked Bobby's cock like this, and he still didn't want her, he was crazy. She must not have given him what she was giving me.

I stared down at her sexy face. Her blue eyes, so sexy, so stunning; the kind of blue that you could only ever see in a body of water, tilted ever so slightly at the corners, with long sexy lashes. They were watery from the excretion was putting out on my cock. Her nose, thin in the middle, wider at the base, turned up just slightly. Her high cheek bones and thin cheeks, pressed out now as she took my cock in deep strokes. Her lips, so plump, wrapped tightly around my cock. The sexy little lines at the corners of her mouth, elongated now as her mouth stretched wide to accommodate my cock. Her jawline, so sharp and defined, also currently stretched as she worked on my cock like a pro.

I never would have called her anything but hot, but at that moment, staring down at her face as she sucked my cock, she looked as beautiful as anyone I had ever seen. And the knowledge that she was doing what she was doing, to me, for me. Being her most vulnerable, her most passionate. That did it. I could feel the tingling sensation, followed by the dull burning in my thighs. I could tell it would be a big one. I considered telling her, and then decided against it. She didn't believe me, huh? Well, here you go Erin. Time to find out for yourself.

I could feel it happening, and let out a low moan. Her eyes darted up to mine, and I stared down at her. The first blast shot out with force, and her eyes went wide. Her cheeks puffed out as the second shot blasted out. The third shot sent cum spilling out of the sides of her mouth. She had only the head of my cock in her mouth, and I could see her throat muscles working hard as she tried to swallow it all. Another blast shot into her mouth, and then another. Finally she came off my cock with a gasp, cum spilling from her mouth and down her chin. Another shot blasted out and splashed against her cheek. Another shot out and splattered against her mouth. It stopped firing out and began dribbling, and she brought her mouth back down and sucked the rest out. When it finally ended, she kept on sucking a moment longer, and then came off, gasping for air. There was cum all over her mouth and chin, and one cheek. She looked sexier than ever.

"Holy shit," she finally said, after gulping down the rest of what she had in her mouth. "That was crazy."

"Didn't expect your loser brother to cum like that, huh?" I laughed. She looked up at me with lust and desire.

"I'm sorry I treated you like a loser, Jake." She said as she stared up into my eyes.

"Thank you," I smiled down at her. "But I still have a lot to prove."

"What?" She looked confused, and perhaps cautiously optimistic.

"Letting you blow me and cumming hard doesn't exactly prove I'm not a loser," I said. "I still need to show you what I can do. I need to make you cum, probably a few times considering what you've always thought about me."

"So, are you going to eat my pussy?" She asked, but she glanced down at my still rock hard cock.

"I could," I said, and stood up. She looked up at me with wide eyes. I took her hand, and slowly brought her to her feet as well. "I've gotten good at it. But I don't think I need to. Something tells me you're more than ready to go." I stepped closer to her, so my face was inches from hers. She still had my cum splashed all across the bottom of her face, but neither of us seemed to care. I brought one hand to her waist, let it feel along her tight stomach, and then moved it slowly up. My hand found her soft breast, and squeezed. Then I brought my other hand down between her legs. My hand slid neatly between her thighs, and felt both intense warmth, and notable wetness. A soft moan escaped her lips as my hands touched her private places.

She stared into my eyes. I could see the longing, and I moved in. I leaned in and kissed her, tasting my own cum on her lips. She kissed me back with real vigor. For a moment we stood there, kissing, one of my hands on her breast, the other between her legs. And then we broke the kiss. She stared into my eyes for a moment longer, let out a breathy laugh, and then began undressing as fast as she could. I took a step back and watched.

She pulled her shirt off, and I stared down at her abs. She had been a cheerleader for years, and it had paid off. She was in better shape than almost anyone I knew. The way her smooth skin pulled tight around her thin, toned stomach looked sexy as hell. She reached back and pull her bra off, and my eyes moved up to her tits. They weren't huge like Michelle's or Natalie's. But they also weren't small. What they really were was perfectly shaped. They looked like the kind of tits that any man, anywhere, in any time, would agree were perfect tits. And her nipples were pink, and oh so hard and sexy looking. They looked like they desperately needed my attention, and I obliged.

I brought both hands up to feel her tits, but that wasn't enough. I bent down, and brought my mouth to one of her nipples. I sucked hard, and let my tongue dance across her skin. She moaned sexily and arched her back, pressing her nipple deeper into my mouth. I let my hands roam her body, and my mouth massage her nipple. Her body was squirming about, her stomach contorting and her back arching further. I knew she was as into it as I was, and knew the time had come. With difficulty, I released her nipple from my mouth's grasp, and then stepped back. Erin quickly wiggled her sexy hips out of her pants and panties, and I stared down at the true prize.

Her legs were long and muscular. Michelle didn't have legs like that, nor did her coworkers. Ella didn't either. I had never quite noticed before, but Erin's legs were incredible. They were the kind of legs that could only be achieved through years of hard work. And between her thighs, underneath a neat, sexy patch of pubic hair, was a truly magnificent pussy. It looked thinner and less lippy than Michelle's. And it looked wetter. As I stared down at it, I could actually see a tear of thick sinewy liquid slide down her inner thigh.

She had been watching me admire her body, and she seemed as turned on as I was. We met eyes for a second, smiled, and then moved in together. Our lips met first, and then our bodies. We kissed hard, and her tits pressed into my chest. My cock pressed into her thigh at first, but then she reached down and guided it between her legs. My cock stuck between her legs, clenched tight between her strong thighs. I could feel the wet warmth of her pussy on top of it. There was movement happening, and I realized she was clenching and unclenching her thighs around my cock. It felt really sexy, but it was time for the real thing. I looked around, saw the couch, the chair, and the floor.

"Let's go to bed," I told her. She stared into my eyes longingly, and nodded. We released each other and hurried down the hall. I wasn't sure which bed we were headed to, but she went to her own room. I followed her in, looking around only briefly. I hadn't been allowed in her room in many years. She had posters and pictures on the walls, and girly things here and there. It was a good room. And it had a big bed. She jumped onto that bed, and I followed. I moved to kiss her again, but she shoved me down onto my back. She quickly moved onto me, straddling me and staring down at me sexily. Then she reached behind her, grabbed my cock, and guided it home.

The moment the head of my cock met her pussy, I had to strive not to cum yet. I could feel the lips of her pussy opening and then stretching as I entered her. And then she took it down, deeper and deeper, until I was fully inside her. She let out a long low moan that ended in a sexy giggle. For a moment she just sat there, with my whole cock buried deep in her pussy. Then she began to move. Her ass began to move up and down, and then her hips joined in the rhythm. As she got into it, her stomach joined in the fun too.

Before I knew what was happening, Erin was using her entire body as she rode my cock. Her perfect tits rose and fell with her breathing, and jiggled sexily from her movements. Her thin sexy stomach pulled in and out, flexing and contracting. Her thighs flexed, and her pussy clamped down on my cock. I just laid back and let her do the work. She clearly knew what she was doing, and I let her do it. Her moans grew steadily louder and more sensual as she moved on top of me. I could tell she was bringing herself to an orgasm, and I tried to help without getting in the way. I reached up and fondled her tits, and thrust my hips up.

Her movements intensified. Her hips began bucking back and forth, and her stomach did a sort of wave motion, going in and out. Her moans grew and grew until they reached a crescendo. She threw her head back and cried out, not slowing down at all. Her pussy felt tighter than ever. Her hips began to vibrate, and then her whole body started shivering and convulsing. Her cry became a squeal, and then she fell down onto me, her whole body shaking on top of mine. I reached behind her and grabbed onto her ass as she lay on top of me. Her orgasm subsided, but her body continued to move.

"Oh wow," she whispered into my ear.

"Not bad," I said. "But I still need to show you what I can do."

I rolled us both over, so that I was on top of her. Her eyes were open, but staring at nothing. She seemed to be in a state of pure ecstasy. My cock was still inside her, and I began gently thrusting on top of her. She moaned again, and I knew she was ready for more. I pulled out of her, and then sat up. I took another moment to just admire how truly sexy every little bit of her looked. My eyes found her ass, and noted how large and round and sexy it looked. I got up on my knees, and then rolled her over. She allowed me to move her body without a word. I laid her down on her stomach, and she quickly arched her back, sticking her ass into the air. We both knew what was next. I got on top of her, and laid my cock down on her ass. She flexed and jiggled her ass muscles on my cock for a moment, and then I bent back and let it find her pussy again.

Her pussy felt even tighter in this position. I pushed my cock in nice and slow, and she moaned sexily again. I took her ass cheeks in my hands, and grasped firmly, squeezing them together. Her ass felt truly spectacular in my hands. It was hard to let go, but eventually I did, and propped myself up with both hands on the bed. Erin was still laid flat on her stomach, pushing her ass up for me, and I began to pound down into her tight wet pussy. She didn't seem to be having any trouble taking my cock, so I gave it to her good and hard. My hips collided hard with her ass cheeks, and I quite enjoyed the soft bouncy feel of it. I fucked her long and hard, trying to make her ass jiggle by hitting it harder. The bed began rocking hard, and knocking against the wall. Between that and her moans, we were making quite the racket. I could only hope that no one else would come home.

I could tell that Erin was getting close to another orgasm. And I was as well. Just like with the others, it felt different when I was inside a pussy. Cumming in her mouth felt as good as anything could. It was pure bliss, the way it was meant to feel. But this feeling, inside her pussy, feeling my orgasm slowly build, it was different. It was something more than natural. It was Him. Whatever Him was. He wanted out, or in. He wanted to be given life. And He needed me to do it. I was meant to cum inside a healthy young woman. Erin was as healthy as anyone I know. And at twenty years old, she was as young as the Witch could ask for.

As our orgasms built up together, I had a new thought. Whoever, whatever it was, it would probably like the idea of being born of incest. Especially incest between siblings who didn't really like each other. I've lusted after both of my sisters, all three of them if I'm really being honest. And when it came time to cum inside of Michelle, that intense feeling of needing to stay inside was strong. But me and Michelle loved each other, the way siblings are supposed to. We were having sex for fun, not out of passion or love.

But Erin and I didn't love each other in that way. In truth, we probably hated each other. She tortured me, and teased me. In all likelihood it was her doing that had made me feel like a loser in the first place. It was her hate that had driven me so low. So low that I had been a perfect target for the witch. If not for Erin, none of this might have ever happened. I could feel that it was meant to be. If I came inside Erin right now, I wouldn't have to face the Witch. No one would have to get hurt. And I would get to keep this wonderful gift I had. I could make all the girls feel this way, as many as I wanted. And Erin wouldn't die, the Witch had said so herself. Erin would have to be pregnant, but she could take it. She was young enough, and fit enough that she would be back to her old self in no time. And the Witch, and... Him, they would be so pleased if the host I used happened to be my own sister, who may or may not hate me. A demon baby, born of incest and hate. It's power would be tenfold. And its love for me, for giving it such power. I would be a king. Just like she has said. I would have all I ever wanted, and more. It would be perfect.

I could feel the cum surging, and was powerless to stop it. My hips kept moving up and down, pounding my huge cock in and out of Erin's tight pussy. She was moving her body too, pushing her ass up against me, adding more force to it. Her moans peeked again. Her body shivered. A ripple went through her ass that was sexier than anything. And I was cumming too. It was happening. I was going to shoot my load inside my sister, and then it would all be done. No more worry, no more fear. Just bliss, and victory. The cum surged, and she cried out in her own orgasmic ecstasy. At the very last second I saw the Witch, as she had been in the dream. Her hair splayed out behind her. Her arms spread wide, and bent, as if they were wings. Her yellow eyes held the depths of eternity, and her long fangs dripped with venom. Somehow I managed to think of Shannon.

I pulled out as the cum shot from my cock. It missed shooting inside of her by a fraction of a second. Instead, it shot out across her ass and back, harder than ever. She moaned sexily as I sprayed long jets of cum all over her and her bed. It felt like my soul was exiting through my cock, violently. I began to see spots, and then I felt very lightheaded. As my cock spewed the last of the powerful orgasm, I collapsed down onto the bed, on my face. Everything went black.

When I woke up, I was lying on the bed, and Erin was bent over me, naked and afraid. She looked truly worried.

"Jake! Are you ok!" Erin shouted. I blinked fast, and turned my head twice. I felt the world slowly coming back.

"Yeah," I nodded, and slowly sat up. We were both still naked in her bed, and I could see cum all over the place. It seemed like I hadn't been out very long. "What happened?"

"You passed out when you came," she said, seeming to calm down a bit as she saw me looking ok again.

"Oh," I nodded. "Sorry."

"It's fine," she said with a shaky laugh. "We, uh... we were really going at it there."

"Yeah," I nodded, and smiled at her. She smiled back hesitantly. "Well, I guess it's official now. You are the greatest piece of ass I've ever had. I've cum hard before, but never that hard."

"Me neither," she said, smiling much more naturally now. "I've never cum like that in my life. You really are the stud everyone said you are. I'm sorry for doubting you."

"That's ok, I forgive you," I said, and she laughed. "How long was I out?"

"Only like a minute," she said. "I was scared though. No one has ever passed out during sex with me before. Although, no one has ever fucked me that hard before either. It really was amazing."

"Yeah it was," I agreed. For a moment I thought about going back to it. I could get it up again for her no problem, and we could keep going. But we had both cum harder than ever. There was no higher to go. And pulling out of her had been harder than with any of the others. I had very nearly done it. I decided it wasn't worth the risk. I got what I wanted, and I think she did as well.

"So, are you ok?" She asked, still looking at me with some concern.

"Yeah," I nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry. I just... I don't know. I guess I was going a little too hard to impress you."

"You impressed me," she laughed. "More than I ever would have thought possible. You are not who I thought you were, Jake. I don't know how I ever thought you were."

"Don't worry about it," I said, and rolled out of her bed. Her eyes roamed my body as I began to dress. "Just as long as you don't forget it and start treating me like a loser again."

"I won't," she said, staring at my cock as I stuffed it back into my boxers. "I'll never treat you like a loser again. I promise."

"Good," I said with a laugh. "What time is it?"

"Almost five," she said, checking the clock on her desk. "Why, are you going somewhere?"

"No," I shook my head. "I'm staying in tonight. Tomorrow I..." I stopped, and let out a sigh. "Tomorrow I have somewhere to be, with Shannon. I might be out late. But tonight I'm staying in."

"Good," she said, smiling in a way she never had around me before. "Want to watch a movie?"

"Sure," I nodded. "What movie?"

"I was going to watch Needful Things," she said. She rolled out of bed, and began dressing. I just stared for a moment as she pulled her pants up her long sexy legs, and then up and over her ass, all while still topless. "I just finished reading the book."

"Oh yeah? What's it about?" I asked. I knew she was into weird horror movies. I didn't necessarily want to watch a horror movie, but as I stared at her pulling her shirt back down over her wonderful breasts, I didn't care.

"I can't tell you that," she laughed playfully. "Come on, it will be fun. The book was really good."

"Ok," I shrugged. We made our way into the living room. Not too long after the movie started Mom came home. She had brought some fried chicken for dinner. We ate it as we watched the movie. It wasn't a very good movie, but it did seem interesting. I could tell the book must have been good. Before the end Michelle came home and joined us.

It felt good, being at home with my mom and my sisters. Erin and Michelle were sitting together with a blanket covering their legs. They were snuggled up together. I looked at them for a moment, wondering if I would ever get to see them again. If this was my last night with them, my last night in this world, it wouldn't such a bad last night.

When the movie ended mom got up and went to the kitchen. Erin began defending the book, telling me how much better it was than the movie. I laughed and nodded along, sure she was right. Before we all went to bed both of my sisters gave me hugs goodnight. Neither one felt like the normal sisterly type of hug I would have gotten from them a week ago. Erin hadn't hugged me in years, and she pressed her body gently against mine, whispering goodnight in my ear. Michelle's hug was even bolder. I could feel her intentionally mashing her big, soft breasts into my chest.

I went to bed, but I lay awake for a long time. I couldn't stop thinking about the possibly that this was the last time I would ever go to sleep. Tomorrow I would face the witch, and lying in bed, in the dark, with the wind whistling outside my window, it was hard to think I would succeed. The hardest part was knowing that Shannon was coming with me. I had already gotten by best friend killed. If I got her killed too... I didn't even want to think about it. But that didn't stop the thoughts, not there, not in the dark.

Eventually I fell asleep. I found myself in the woods again. The place where it had all started, and where it would all end. I looked up, through the trees and past the thin clouds, and saw the moon. It looked dull, and empty, and dark. The dark of the moon.

"The time has come, Jake." I didn't need to turn around to know it was her. Her voice carried through the trees and darkness with the same echoing reverberation as before. "The time has come for you to give me what is rightfully mine." I turned around, slowly, afraid to see what she might look like this time. But she was back to her angelic form, as beautiful as ever. She looked human, if impossibly beautiful. Except for her eyes. The haunting yellow orbs stared back at me through the darkness, and almost seemed to glow.

"You'll have it," I surprised myself by speaking aloud. Her angelic face spread into a wide, terrible grin. "I have her picked out. I'll bring her to you tomorrow."

"Good," she said, her voice low and haunting. The word stretched out into a purr, and then a growl. Her face looked alight with an evil fire.

"But I need something from you too," I said, and her smile faltered. Her upper lip pulled back from her long, pointed teeth, and for a moment she seemed to snarl like a wild animal. But then she was smiling again.

"I've already given you your gift, Jake," she said in a soft and menacing tone. "Now it is time for you to repay."

"I will," I said, surprisingly aware and in control despite the dream state of it all. "But I want one thing more."

"And what is that?" she asked, somewhere between a purr and a hiss. The sound of it sent shivers running through me.

"I want you," I said, and her eyebrows lifted for a second. "I'll give you your child, but I want you to be a part of it. I'm going to bring you the host, and then we'll do it together. We'll make our son together, both of us. The way it's meant to be."

The witch's smile grew wide once again. Her eyes lit up, and I had to look away from them.

"This... is acceptable," the witch agreed with an awful, chilling smile. Then she began to laugh. The sound of it was like broken glass and chains being dragged across harsh pavement. Her laughter grew louder, and I winced away from it. Before the dream ended, I thought I could hear someone else laughing as well, a child's laugh, even worse than hers.

I woke up drenched in cold sweat. The sun was up, and it was already a hot day, but I was covered in goosebumps. I got up, shivering, and wiped the sweat off my torso. I put on my jeans, and then grabbed my Radiohead shirt off the floor. They were Ryan's favorite band. I finished by grabbing my Alan Trammell jersey, and headed out to face the day, perhaps my last day. I walked out into the living room, and found Erin reading the same book she had been yesterday. Michelle and Mom were already out.

"Morning sleepy head," Erin said when she saw me. She was smiling at me in a way that I still wasn't used to, and maybe never would be. It was weird to have her acting not just normal towards me, but friendly, and even flirtatious. It was a stark contrast to the way she had treated me for years.

"Morning," I said, rubbing my eyes. I was still shaken from my dream.

"Are you going to the thing for Ryan today?" Erin asked.

"What thing?"

"You don't know?" she seemed surprised. "They're having a thing... a get together or something, to remember him. It's at the old rec center. Most of your class will probably be there. I'm sure people will understand if you don't go."

"No," I said quickly. "I'll go. Do you know what time it's at?"

"Noon, I think," she said. "Are you still doing whatever you're doing with Shannon later?" I paused for a moment, really considering. Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should just face her alone. Or just take whatever punishment she has for me. But I had already seen her style of punishment. She would punish me through my loved ones. And that I couldn't take. But the plan Shannon had come up with was crazy. It seemed better in the light of day. But last night I had seen how crazy it was, how unlikely it would be to work. The Witch would see right through us. She would likely end up killing us both.

"Yes," I finally said, feeling a cold, stony sort of resolve settle in. We would go through with it, even if it was crazy. Because what else could we do?

"Are you ok?" Erin asked. I looked over at her, and realized I must have looked off, because she was looking at me with real concern.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I'm fine. Just... thinking about Ryan."

"I'm sorry," Erin said, getting up from the couch and walking over to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine. It still felt weird to get such a hug from Erin, but also good. I could feel her hard nipples poking me through our shirts, and my body wanted to respond. I wrapped an arm around her. I wanted to move my hands along her body, undress her, ravage her. But I knew I shouldn't. If everything went perfectly, then tomorrow, and the day after, and every day I wanted to. But not today. Today I needed my strength.

"I'm going to head out then," I said, and she released me. She took a step back, and looked into my eyes. I was so used to seeing those pretty blue eyes glaring at me, or looking sarcastic, or teasing, and not in the good way. Seeing those same eyes now look at me in an almost longing, lustful way was both arousing and weird.

"Ok," she nodded. "If it gets to be too much just come home. People will understand."

"I know," I said, giving her a grateful but tired smile. "Thanks Erin. I'll see you tonight, ok?" She nodded, and I turned to leave. I made it out the front door and halfway to my bike before she called after me.

"Jake!" She shouted, and I turned back to see her standing in the doorway. "Be safe out there." I didn't say anything. I just smiled and nodded, and then waved goodbye. I hoped desperately that it wouldn't truly be goodbye. All of a sudden I very much wanted to see my sister again. But I knew it could be goodbye forever. I got on my bike, and left home, possibly for the last time. I thought about going over to Shannon's first. But she was likely preparing for tonight in her own way. We would face it together; she could be alone for now. Instead I rode over to the rec center.

When I got there I saw that most of my graduating class was in attendance. All of the people I had always known, some of whom's relationship with me had Changed very much recently, were there. I parked my bike and chained it, and walked inside the building. The moment I walked in everyone stopped talking and looked over at me. I could see the faces of all my friends and classmates staring right at me. Some began to whisper. I ignored it. I walked over to where a big water cooler had been set up, and poured myself a cup. Stephanie was the first to greet me.

"Hey Jake," she said as she approached me. She moved in for a hug, pressing her body into mine in much the same way my sister had. "I'm really sorry about Ryan," she said as she let go of me and took a step back. The way she was looking at me suggested that Ryan and his untimely passing was not what was really on her mind. She had a glint in her eye, and I could see that she was holding back a smile.

"Thanks, Steph," I nodded. "Is Ella here?" Stephanie's lips pursed tight at that, and her eyes narrowed. It was clear she didn't like me asking that.

"No," she said bluntly. "But I am. I want to properly express how sorry I am for you."

"Thanks," I smiled awkwardly. "I'll be fine."

"Oh, I know you will," she said, her smile creeping back in. "I don't just want to say sorry. I also want to say thank you. You definitely restored my reputation. And I think I helped yours out too." Her eyebrows did a little dance, and she leaned in closer to me. "And I want to feel you in bed, not just in the dressing room at the mall."

"I'm afraid I have to take a rain check," I said, and her face fell. "I have plans for today... big plans."

"With Ella?" Stephanie asked angrily.

"No. With Shannon actually," I said. For a moment Stephanie looked totally bewildered. "There's something we have to do... for Ryan."

"Fine," Stephanie huffed, clearly displeased with my rejection. She turned and stormed off. She wasn't more than ten feet away when Britney took her place.

"Hi Jake," she said, smiling sadly at me. I could tell she at least felt sorry for me.

"Hey, Britney. How's it going?" I asked, and downed my cup of water.

"Fine. You know... except for Ryan," she said awkwardly. "I can't believe it. My dad said they're not sure who did it yet, but that they have some leads."

"Yeah," I nodded. "That's pretty much what he told me too."

"My dad talked to you?" Britney asked, her eyes going wide. She looked nervous.

"Yeah," I nodded. "But just about Ryan. He doesn't... uh... know about us. I mean... he knows. He just... doesn't know it was me."

"Ok, good," Britney said with a shaky laugh. "Because he would kill you. I mean..." she stopped, seeming to realize that might be an inappropriate thing to say under the current circumstances. "I didn't mean..."

"I know," I smiled, and let out a tired laugh. She seemed to relax, and went back to smiling sadly at me.

"Ella said you guys went on a date the other night," Britney said, not meeting my eyes anymore. She rubbed her arm uncomfortably and looked down at the floor. "She said it was going really good, but then... well..."

"Yeah," I nodded. "That was when I found out about Ryan."

"Sorry," she said again in a quiet, shy voice. At that moment Jessie and Frank walked over to us, instantly changing the energy.

"Jake," Frank said, and clapped a hand on my back. "The big man in town." Jessie snickered at that. "Sorry about your friend. He was alright."

"Yeah." I agreed, not quite sure how else to respond. As much as I had once wanted their approval and acceptance, I no longer cared. With everything that had happened, and everything that was yet to happen, I realized I could not care less about what Frank and Jessie thought of me. They were assholes. They always had been.

"So, we've been hearing all kinds of stories about you lately, bro," Jessie said with an eager grin.

"People talk too much," I said, and his grin vanished. He opened his mouth to say something else, but I beat him to it. "It's good to see you guys," I lied. "I'll see you around." I clapped Frank on the back with the same force he had to me, and walked away. I had spotted Amy standing alone, looking sad. As I approached her, she noticed me. Her cheeks went flush, and she looked around, as if for an escape, but I made it to her before she could leave.

"Amy, can we talk?" I asked her. I knew nearly everyone in the building was staring at us, but I didn't care. Amy seemed to care though. She was looking around nervously, holding her head down in a way as if she were trying to hide in plain sight.

"We have nothing to talk about, Jake." She said. I could hear the hurt in her voice.

"Yes we do," I said. She looked like she wanted to contradict me, but I didn't let her. "Come on," I said. "Let's get some air." She looked around at all the people staring at us, and then reluctantly nodded and followed me. The whispers grew as we walked out together, but then the outside air felt nice and warm and easy. We walked down the street a little, neither of us saying anything, and then I broke the silence.

"I'm really sorry about everything that happened," I said truthfully. "All of it."

"It's fine," she said in a high, defiant tone. I could tell she was trying to hold it together. "You wanted a reputation. Well, you got one. Everyone thinks you're some kind of sex god or something."

"Amy..." I began.

"You didn't have to call me a liar though," she cut me off. "I didn't do anything wrong. I mean... I'm sorry that I left you like that. But... what was I supposed to do?"

"I know," I said, trying to convey my true feelings with a look. "You didn't do anything wrong, at all. I mean... you didn't need to tell anyone what happened with us."

"I only told one person," Amy said. Her voice cracked, and tears began to well up in her eyes. "And she told Stephanie. Stephanie's the one who went and told everyone else. And now everyone thinks I'm a liar. And..."

"You're not," I said, and she just glared at me.

"I know I'm not," she frowned. "I don't know how or why Stephanie and Britney are telling people the things they are, but I know the truth. And so do you."

"Yeah," I sighed. "But sometimes the truth can be a lot more complicated than you might think."

"Whatever," she scoffed. "Why don't you just admit that you lied so people wouldn't think you're a loser."

"I didn't, I mean I don't, want people to think I'm a loser," I said, trying to decide what to say to her. My journey had clearly affected her much more than I ever would have wanted. But I didn't know how to explain it to her. "But... and I know you're not going to believe me. But I didn't lie. And neither did Stephanie and Britney."

"Jake, let it go," she said, eyeing me as if I were sick in the head. "You can tell everyone else that you have a giant cock, but I saw it, remember? I know the truth."

"The truth isn't always black and white," I said. She scoffed again, and began walking ahead of me. I looked back, saw no one watching us, and decided to take a risk. "Amy," I called after her. She turned back to look at me, frowning and angry, and then her eyes dropped down and went wide. I was gripping my dick through my pants, pulling it tight against the fabric to show her the outline of it. It filled up my whole hand and then some.

"What the fuck!" She shouted, and I let my dick go. "What is wrong with you?"

"It's real," I said, realizing she didn't believe it. And why would she? She had sucked my real dick.

"You're sick, Jake," she said, walking away again.

"Amy, I'm sorry about all the bullshit," I called after her, jogging to keep up. "I never meant for any of this to happen. I just... I wanted..."

"I know what you wanted, Jake," Amy said angrily. She stopped walking away, and turned to look at me again. "And you got it. Everyone thinks you have a big dick. Which you very clearly care a lot about. You don't need to keep up the act with me though."

"I know I don't," I said, wishing I could make her believe me. I knew the only way to make her believe would be to actually show her. But what for? What good would it really do? At best she would think she had been so drunk that she didn't see the truth. At worst she would think she was crazy. Showing other girls was one thing, because they hadn't seen it before. Showing Amy was different. As much as I wanted her to know that I wasn't like I had been that night, I knew I shouldn't. Instead, I let out a sigh, and let her go. "I'm just really sorry, ok?"

"Ok, Jake," Amy said, looking at me with a mix of pity and shame. She turned and walked down the road, and I let her go. I slowly walked back to the rec center, not really wanting to. There was no one there I wanted to see. But when I opened the door and walked in, I saw the two people I really did want to see. Shannon was across the center, talking to Meagan. She saw me, and I could see the determination I felt mirrored in her eyes. She could wait. What we had to talk about wasn't a conversation for here. Instead I walked over to Ella, who was chatting casually with Britney. They saw me approaching, and Britney said something to Ella and then walked away.

"Hey," I said when I reached her.

"Hey, Jake," Ella said softly. "How are you?"

"I'm ok," I said. "I'm sorry about how things ended the other night. I... I didn't mean..."

"Jake, don't," she said, and put her hand on my shoulder. It was a light touch, gentle, comforting. "I had a great time. And I... I'm really sorry about Ryan."

"Yeah, me too," I nodded. Talking to her just felt different than the others. It felt better. It felt real. "I know it wasn't exactly the ending to a date that anyone would ever want. But... I had a really great time with you. If you want... I... uh... I'd really like to..."

"Yes," she said, cutting off my mumbling. Her smile shined through the awkward tension that seemed to hang in there air. "I would too. As soon as you're ready."

"Good," I smiled back, feeling lighter. Speaking to her made it feel like I had something to look forward to, something to fight for. If I get to have a tomorrow, I'd like to spend it with her. "I'll call you tomorrow. Ok?"

"Yes," she blushed cutely, her freckled cheeks becoming rosy. "I'll look forward to it."

"Me too," I nodded. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment, and I felt more confident than I had all day. In that moment I felt like maybe I really could defeat the witch. Our little moment got interrupted as Stephanie and Britney came walking over. A second later Frank and Brad were there too. Everyone began talking all at once, a mess of gossipy blabber that felt jagged after the softness of Ella. It was overwhelming, and I didn't care to hear any of it. I looked around, saw Shannon standing alone, watching me with an amused look, and left the little group that had formed.

"You still up for this?" I asked her as I walked over.

"Do we have a choice?" She retorted. She didn't seem happy about what we had to do, but she did seem resigned.

"Yes," I nodded. "We do. We have a few options, actually."

"No, we don't," she said seriously, the look of determination only deepening in her brow. "You're not doing what she asked for. And we're not waiting to see what she does next. We're going through with this. It's the only way, Jake. And you know that."

"Yeah," I sighed, knowing she was right. I wished she wasn't. I wished I could just keep what the witch had given me without having to give her the awful payment she demanded. I wished I could just give her the payment and not have to spend the rest of my life haunted by it. But I knew I would be. Shannon was right. There was only one option now. But that didn't make it any easier.

"Do you need to go home first?" Shannon asked. "I'm ready to go as soon as you are."

"No," I said, wishing I could go home. Now that the time had come, I didn't want to do it. Going home sounded nice. I could probably go have sex with Erin or Michelle, rather than facing my impending doom. But it was time. No more fun and games. Now for the grand finale. "I'm ready."

"Ok, let's go then," Shannon said, and turned to leave. "I want to get it over with, one way or the other. This waiting is too much."

"Yeah," I agreed. I knew exactly what she meant. The anticipation of what we had to do was overpowering, and as much as I didn't want to do it, I also wanted to rid myself of that feeling. It was time to do what we could. For better or worse, it was all going to be over soon. I very well might be going back to the way I had been before all of this started, which really didn't seem as bad as it might have a few days ago. I suppose I could even keep what I had gained, without the looming dread of the which hanging over. And then there was the third outcome, which seemed increasingly likely the more time I spent thinking about it. So I stopped thinking about it.

I followed Shannon out of the building. I could feel the eyes on us as we left together, but I didn't care. Whether it was because of my experiences with the girls, Ryan's death, or just some basic inner growth through it all, I just didn't care about what other people thought the way I had before. It seemed so trivial now. Why should I give a shit what someone like Frank thinks of me? I don't think very highly of him, and that certainly doesn't seem to be dragging him down at all. It was a lesson I wished I had learned a fortnight sooner, but better late than never.

We emerged into the bright daylight, and I took a deep breath. The air felt fresh. The sun was warm. Birds were chirping. It was a nice day. A day worth living in. Maybe even a day worth dying in. I tried to shoe that thought away, but it wouldn't go. As we walked to our bikes, I couldn't stop myself from contemplating my own mortality. It wasn't something I ever really thought about, and now that I did, it scared the shit out of me. Just having the knowledge of the witch's existence added a dark and haunting undertone to such contemplation. It suggested something deeper than I normally considered. It suggested something involving good and evil. It suggested... well, something bigger than the world I've only ever considered.

"You ok?" Shannon asked as we mounted our bikes. I looked over at her, and smiled wanly.

"Sure," I nodded. "Just... you know... trying to get ready for this, I guess."

"Yeah," she nodded back. "Me too. But there's no sense thinking about it anymore. It's time to shit or get off the pot, as Ryan liked to say." A sad chuckle escaped me. He did like to say that, and it seemed to apply now more than ever. Our eyes met again, and we both nodded. We rode off, away from the building with all of our friends, towards an unknown fate. Shannon turned her bike down her own street when we reached it. I followed, wondering if she was finally having second thoughts. She parked in front of her house and ran inside without a word to me. A second later she emerged with a backpack in her hands.

"What's that for?" I asked as she remounted her bike, throwing the bag over her shoulders.

"Supplies," she answered simply.

"What kind?"

"Garlic, salt, a cast iron skillet," she listed off. I laughed, and then realized she wasn't joking.

"We're not going to cook an omelet, Shan," I reminded her.

"Shut up," she snapped back. "They're all in some lore or another. I also have a mirror, three vials of holy water, a rosary, some rope, and... the knife."

"What's the mirror for?" I asked, moving on from the kitchen supplies without any argument.

"I read that succubi can have adverse reactions to their own reflection," she explained as we rode off down the street again.

"You think she's a succubus?" I asked, feeling a chill go through me at the thought.

"I have no idea what she is," Shannon said without looking back at me. "I brought different materials that are supposed to affect different demonic entities. The garlic is for if she's a vampire. The Rosary and holy water probably apply no matter what she is."

"What are you going to do with it?" I asked. In my minds' eyes I could see the witch from my dreams, her arms spread out like wings, her teeth dripping like fangs. I tried to picture throwing a small vile of water on her and her exploding from it. It didn't seem very likely.

"I'm not totally sure yet," she said. "But my plan is to pour the water onto the knife."

"And you're sure it's a silver knife?" I asked, knowing how much could go wrong. Even if all of our assumptions were correct, so much still had to go our way in order for this to work.

"I'm positive," Shannon nodded. "It's pure silver."

"Ok," I sighed, pedaling hard to keep up with her. "And what about the rope? What's that for? I doubt we're going to be able to tie her up."

"It's not to tie her up," Shannon said without answering my question.

"So... what's it for then?" I asked again. I rode up beside Shannon and looked over at her. She glanced over, blushed a deep scarlet, and looked away.

"It's to tie me up," she said. I didn't even know what to say to that. I began to realize we hadn't discussed our plan nearly enough. We should stop and talk the whole thing through, no matter how awkward that would be, so we could be on the same page when we needed to. But our bikes were already leaving the asphalt. Twigs snapped under our tires as we rode up to the edge of the woods. All of a sudden the day didn't feel so warm anymore. We got off our bikes and let them fall into the dirt. Shannon took a deep breath, and began to walk into the woods.

"Shannon, wait," I said, and she stopped and turned. "You don't have to do this. This is my problem, not yours. I can deal with it myself."

"No you can't," she said bluntly. "Enough talk, Jake. It's time. Let's go." She turned and went back to marching into the darkness of the woods. I watched her go for a moment, and then hurried to catch up. Any warmth the day had held was gone completely. I could feel goosebumps move across my skin, and my arms began to shiver as the coldness enveloped me. I could see Shannon shivering lightly next to me. We had been in these woods a thousand times. The sun wasn't yet down, and it was June. It shouldn't be this cold. And yet it was.

As we trekked deeper into the woods, toward the place where this all started, the soft sounds of the animals disappeared. There were no longer birds chirping, or squirrels clambering, or rabbits rustling in the bushes. The woods had fallen to an eerie quiet, something unnatural. We came to a small opening in the trees and stopped. We both stood there, cold and scared. And then we heard a soft laughter. It came in with the wind, soft and light like a breath. And then it grew deeper, more guttural. The laughter turned into a cackle.

"Is this her?" The witch's voice asked from somewhere out of sight. Her voice sounded strangely close considering I couldn't see her.

"Yes," I answered. I could hear the tremor in my own voice. "She's my friend. And... she... she volunteered." The voice broke into a fresh bout of cackling laughter.

"She volunteered?" The voice asked through its laughter. "Why, girl? Why have you come to me?" The witch stepped out from behind a tree just five feet away from us. She was wearing a silken white gown, and she looked more beautiful than ever. Her platinum hair hung down in soft flowing waves. Her skin seemed to glow with an effervescence as if she were radiating light. Her smile stretched across her face, wide, sexy, stunning, bringing out the beauty in her elegant features. Then I met her eyes. Her yellow orbs stared into me, through me, and I quickly looked away. I looked over at Shannon, and saw her staring wide eyed at the witch.

"I... I heard what you asked of Jake," Shannon said, her voice firm despite the fear she must have felt. "And I wanted to ask you a few questions."

"Oh?" The witch chuckled. The leaves of the trees seemed to dance with her laughter. "And what questions do you have for me?" She asked, leaning forward towards Shannon. Shannon was five foot eight, pretty tall for a girl, and yet the witch towered over her.

"If I do it, will I die?" Shannon asked, standing her ground and meeting the witch's cold yellow eyes with her own soft blue ones.

"You don't have to," the witch said with a teasing smile.

"If I do this, what will happen to me?" Shannon asked. The witch leaned back, standing straight. Somehow she was the same height as Shannon again. She seemed to be considering for a moment before she answered.

"Nothing to fret over," the witch answered. "Since you are offering yourself freely, I will make sure the process is easier than it might have been."

"Good," Shannon said, and then noticeably gulped. "And... what... um... what about the... uh... child?"

"He will be mine," the witch said in a cold, flat tone of authority that left no room for question.

"Will he... be... will... will he be... evil?" Shannon asked, stumbling over herself.

"He will be as he will, child. It is no concern of yours," the witch answered coldly. I stood there, silent and frozen in terror, letting Shannon do all of the talking. Now that I was in the witch's presence again, the plan seemed very childish and foolish. How could the two of us possibly contend with this woman?

"Ok, fine," Shannon said. "Then, as long as you promise me I won't die, or lose my soul or something, I willingly volunteer."

"I promise you won't die," the witch said, her face stretching into that awful smile again.

"Ok then," Shannon sighed. "What do we do?"

"I'm sure you know," the witch smiled. "You take the boy's seed. You look a fertile young woman, and pretty too. That's good. You've done well, Jake," the witch said, her yellow eyes darting to me. I shuddered under her brief gaze, and then her eyes returned to Shannon. "Undress," the witch went on. She was walking slowly, circling us, her hand reaching out and gently caressing Shannon's blonde hair. "Make love," she went on, her voice turning to a whisper.

"What about you?" Shannon asked.

"What about me?" She witch retorted, her laughter returning and echoing through the sterile woods.

"You... Jake said..." Shannon turned to me, her eyes pleading, and I realized it was my turn to talk. I opened my mouth, but nothing would come out. My throat felt like sandpaper, and for a moment I couldn't breathe. I stopped, took a swallow that felt like a golf ball, and tried again.

"We'll do it," I said, relieved that I was even able to speak. "I'll finish in her. But first I want you."

"You want me?" The witch smirked, stepping closer to me. "And why would I let you be with me?"

"I know how much you want the child," I said, steeling my nerves and pushing through the fear. This was a pivotal moment. If she didn't agree to this, then there was no more plan. We were just stuck out here with her, totally at her disposal. "And I know I'm the only one who can give him to you. And I will. I even brought you a willing host. But I want to get to be with you. You're... you're so beautiful. You're not like any other woman I've ever seen. You're... special."

"Oh, Jake, you have no idea just how special I really am," she said, stepping right up to me, her voice dipping into a sultry purr.

"I... I want to," I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "I want to see you. To... to feel you. If we're really going to make a child together then we should... we... should..."

The witch broke into her cackling laughter again, and it sent a shiver through me. "Very well, Jake. Since you've been so... cooperative, and even brought me a willing host, I will grant you your final request."

"Final?" I said, that word ringing out in my head like an alarm. "What do you mean my final request?"

"Before our time together is done," she answered easily, her smile returning. "Once the seed has been planted, the girl and I will go. We will... return to my home. And you will be free to walk this earth as you please. With all the gifts I have bestowed upon you."

"You're going to take Shannon with you?" I asked.

"Only for a time," the witch said. "When the child is born, she may return, as a reward for her own willingness."

"Will it be nine months?" Shannon asked before I could think of anything to say.

"No," the witch answered flatly, and left it at that. I glanced over at Shannon, and could tell she was thinking the same thing as me. If not nine months, then how long? Less time, more time? How much more or less? Months? Weeks? Days? Hours? ... Years?... Centuries?

"Fine," I said, stopping my mind before it could go any further down that particular dark spiral. The more time I had to think, the more likely I would be to back out. And it had to be the same for Shannon, if not worse. The time for talking was done. It was time to do what we came to do. "Let's get started then. But... I... can I see you first? I've been waiting. It's all I've thought about for days."

"Me too," Shannon agreed. "Jake told me how beautiful you are. I believed him, but... I couldn't even imagine how stunning you truly are. I want to see you too, all of you."

"Very well," the witch smiled. She seemed genuinely pleased by our compliments. She stepped back away from us, and she seemed to morph once again. I felt my neck tilting back as I looked up at her face. Her features seemed to heighten. The tilt of her yellow eyes, the slant of her thin nose, the curve of her sharp jawline. Her skin seemed to glow, as if it was emanating an actual aura. She looked genuinely radiant. She smiled down at both of us, and then reached behind her back. The white gown fell from her body and then vanished before it could hit the dirt. My eyes barely registered it. They were too busy taking in her body.

Broad yet feminine shoulders. Collarbones that stood out firmly, leading into a strong, and surprisingly long neck. For a moment as I stared at her neck I thought it looked disproportionate, but then that passed. It was a perfect neck, enhancing both her gorgeous face and what was below. My eyes moved down, tracking her flawless skin, not a single blemish in sight. Then they reached her breasts. They looked impossibly large. They appeared to be bigger than a human head, and yet they were exquisitely well proportioned. They were perfectly round, and stood out on her slender frame in a way that should surely have made them sag. Yet they didn't. They were absurdly large, impossibly round, astoundingly perky, and yet somehow fit on her body as if they were the most natural breasts in the world. Her nipples, pink and hard, seemed too small to fit such large breasts. And yet they were perfect too. Everywhere I looked the sizes seemed impossible, and yet the proportions were somehow correct. It defied reason.

My eyes lingered on her perfect and impossible breasts for a long time, taking them in, and then finally moved south. The rounded bottoms of her breasts showed just how far they stood from her body. And beneath them, a stomach that could not have had a single ounce of fat on it. I could see the faintest trace of her bottommost rib on each side, the rest covered by the massive expanse of her breasts. Her abdomen was a single solid shape, tight, smooth, solid. Something about her firm, sexy stomach seemed off, and for a moment I couldn't figure out what it was. Then I realized she didn't have a bellybutton. Rather than taking any time to contemplate that, I let my eyes roam further down.

Her pelvic lines stood out slightly on her slender waist, the tight stomach leading into wide hips. As I looked down to her crotch I remembered what it had looked like in my dream. It was awful, inhuman and haunting. I expected to see that again. But instead what I saw was the most magnificent pussy of all time. No hair at all, not even the trace of it. I could tell she wasn't shaved. She was naturally hairless. Her pussy had the faintest hint of lips, not swollen or puffy, but still there. Thankfully, mercifully there. And then the pink folds, thin, tight, glistening slightly.

Her thighs were wonderfully toned with lean muscle, leading into her wide hips. My eyes went further down, tracing her legs. They seemed to go on and on. I felt my neck crack as it bent down to look at her legs. On and on they went, lean, muscular, smooth. Perfect calves, sexy ankles, and then... My eyes registered her feet, but my mind rejected it. My head quickly snapped back up, taking in every inch of her exquisite body again. When they reached her face again I felt a shiver run through me. Her yellow eyes were staring right at me. Into me, through me. Her smile seemed too big, too many teeth.

"You're perfect," I heard Shannon saying from beside me. I could only nod my head in agreement. Even if I had something to say, it wouldn't have come out. I felt rooted to the ground in paralyzing fear. Now that I was seeing her, all of her, I knew our plan was fruitless. How could we possibly defeat such a creature as this?

"Now you," the witch said, and her purring voice made all the hairs on my body stand on end. "Undress her," the witch said to me. I looked over at Shannon, and saw her looking more frightened than I'd ever seen her. She looked back at me, and I could see her helplessness. She gave me a brief little nod, and then looked away. I glanced back at the witch. Her chilling smile seemed wider than ever. So many teeth. And some of them looked pointed now. I saw a tiny drop of saliva drip from the pointed end of one of her teeth, and I quickly turned back to Shannon.

This had been part of the plan, but now that it was time to actually do it, I didn't know if I could. Shannon was by no means ugly, and I had even lusted after her at times. But she was my best friend, especially with Ryan now gone. This, however it went, would change our relationship forever. Although it seemed terribly likely that this was about to be our final act, so why not make the best of it? I stepped closer to Shannon, and she looked up at me again. I stared into her blue eyes, and felt my heart beating out of my chest. From my right I could hear the witch making a low purring sound, similar to a cat, and yet so terribly different. I knew not to look at her now.

I kept my eyes on Shannon's, so blue, so deep, so mercifully human. There seemed to be a hundred emotions in those eyes, fear, determination, grief, sorrow, resolve. But there was more, lust, desire, longing. Her shirt rose from her chest with a heavy breath. Her lips, soft and supple, trembled ever so slightly. I wished I could stop and talk to her, make this more personal, but it was too late for that. The time to discuss this had been before we were here. Now, with the witch beside us, watching our every move, there was nothing left but to do it. Shannon brought her hands down to the hem of her shirt, and started to lift it, but the witch stopped her.

"No." She said in a curt tone that demanded finality. Shannon stopped, and dropped her hands back to her sides. She was keeping her eyes on me, and mine stayed on her. I could tell she was as scared to look at the witch now as I was. "Let him undress you," the witch said, and then cackled softly. The leaves on the trees rustled as she laughed, though there was no breeze.

I stepped closer to Shannon, and brought my hands down to her shirt. I looked down as I began lifting the shirt up. Her stomach was thin and toned as well, though not in the way the witch's was. There was only the faintest hint of abs, and she did have a belly button, right where it belonged. Below her breasts there was a small mole I had never noticed before. She lifted her arms up as I pulled her shirt higher. She wasn't wearing a bra, and my eyes drank in her breasts as they saw them for the first time. I wont lie and say I haven't stolen glances at them for years. I've thought about what they might look like more than I would probably admit. And now here they were. They looked bigger than I expected. Not huge, round and perfect like the witch's, but still quite nice. They were well shaped, rounded at the bottoms, sitting slightly wide on her slender frame. Her pink nipples were tiny and hard, and I could see the small bumps encircling them. To be honest her tits looked amazing; much better than I would have guessed, and I have guessed.

My eyes lingered on her chest for a long moment, and then darted up to her face. She was staring right at me, her eyes bluer than ever, and wider than ever. I couldn't remember ever having seen eyes so wide. Her mouth moved subtly, and then I watched her teeth gently bite a part of her lower lip. I looked back at her eyes, and realized she was turned on, seriously turned on. A flush crept into her cheeks, accentuating the few freckles there, and then down her neck.

"You're beautiful," I told her, without even thinking about it. The corners of her mouth twitched, like she wanted to smile but was too afraid to. I could still hear the witch's breath from my right, rumbling, like an animal's. I kept my eyes on Shannon, her soft blue eyes like two oceans staring back at me, her button nose, the sharp contours of her jaw. Suddenly she wasn't just pretty, or even hot, she was undeniably, unbelievably sexy. My eyes went back down, stopping for another long moment at her breasts. I brought my hands back down, and began fumbling with the button of her jeans. It finally popped, and I pulled down the zipper, slowly revealing a blue pair of panties that matched the color of her eyes. I hooked my thumbs in her jeans, and then she did a sexy little wiggle as I pulled them down.

As she stepped out of the jeans, I stared at her legs. I had always liked her legs. Her years of running track had turned them into legs anyone would admire. And I had admired them, on days at the lake, or the pool, on hot days when she wore shorts, on nights at her house or Ryan's, her legs thrown over a chair, oblivious to the way Ryan and I would stare at them. But now they looked better than ever. They looked long and lean and powerful. Her thighs looked strong enough to pop a watermelon. I took a step back, and soaked in her body, topless, flawed in such wonderfully human ways, covered only by the blue panties.

I stood there, staring at Shannon, and then nearly screamed when I felt hands on my shoulders. The witch stood behind me, and she was gently pushing me down. I could tell that even if I tried to resist it would be no use. There was an undeniable strength in those fingers. I let her guide me down to my knees, bringing me face level with Shannon's waist. Shannon turned around slowly, and for a moment my breath hitched as I stared at her ass. Her ass had some freckles on it, and a few pimples, and a single mole low on her left cheek. All wonderfully human imperfections. The hands on my shoulders pushed me forward, and I realized what the witch wanted me to do.

I allowed it to happen, as did Shannon. As my face moved closer to her body, Shannon bent over slightly, sticking her ass out for me. The movement made her pussy come into view. It looked much meatier than the witch's, and much wetter too. I was a little shocked at how aroused Shannon appeared to be. And then my face found her body. My nose and cheeks pressed into the soft plumpness of her ass, and my mouth found her pussy. I pushed my lips out and gave her pussy a soft kiss, and heard her let out a soft moan. I brought my tongue out, and let it move gently along her slit, tasting her. She moaned again, and I realized how turned on I was as well.

I ignored the awkwardness of doing this with my best friend, and the chilling fear of doing this with the witch present. I set all thoughts and emotions aside, and leaned into it with vigor. I tried to give Shannon the best I could. I brought my hands up and grabbed onto her hips, enjoying the way her flesh gave under my fingers. I pulled her gently into me, and pushed my face deeper into her. My tongue entered her, and began to probe. I still didn't have tremendous experience with this, but I gave her all I had.

I moved my head up and down, and occasionally side to side, trying to dig deeper into her with my tongue. I held firm onto her waist, keeping her steady. My tongue explored her pussy hungrily, moving along her folds, her hole, and finally her clit as I found it. Once I found it, I attacked it with vigor. I let my tongue dance along her clit, and knew she was enjoying it from the sounds she made. I had certainly never heard those sounds from her before. I pulled her hips deeper into me, digging my fingers into her giving flesh. I let my head roll, moving my lips and tongue in unison to try to give her the pleasure I hoped I could. It seemed to be working. The soft moans she had made as I started had turned into long, deep, high-pitched moans. I could both feel and taste the fluids coming from her in greater quantities. As her moans seemed to reach a crescendo, I held onto her, slid my tongue in, and felt her having an orgasm.

When it was done, I leaned back, panting slightly. I could feel wetness on my face, and I could see it on her ass and legs too. Her legs seemed to be trembling slightly. I looked up, and she looked back at me at the same moment. We locked eyes, and it seemed she had a thousand things to say to me in that moment. But she said none of them. Nor did I. She simply smiled, and I smiled back. It would have been a nice moment, if not for the witch.

"Very good," the witch purred from my right. I looked over, and saw her standing there watching us with a big, amused grin. "Now she should return the favor, shouldn't she, Jake?"

"Um..." I said, looking back at Shannon. Her cheeks immediately flushed pink and she turned away from me. I got back to my feet, and realized my cock was straining to get out of my pants.

"Undress him, girl," the witch demanded of Shannon. Shannon glanced at her, and then quickly away. She looked at me, and I couldn't tell what she was thinking. The depth of emotion in her soft blue eyes was beyond unreadable. I opened my mouth to speak, even though I had no idea what to say, but it didn't matter. Shannon stepped towards me, and then she got down on her knees. I stared down at her naked body as she reached her hands towards me, but then I focused on her eyes. Her fingers quickly and easily undid my belt and then my jeans, and then she began pulling them down. Her eyes stayed locked on my crotch, and mine stayed locked on hers. She pulled my pants and boxers down in one motion, and my huge cock sprang up, already fully hard. Shannon's eyes went wide, definitely with shock, but also I think with lust. The witch began to cackle again.

"You really are quite the specimen, Jake," the witch cackled. "I've outdone myself this time. What do you say, girl? Did I give Jake a nice big cock?"

"Yes," Shannon said in a mousy voice, her eyes wide as they stared directly at my huge hard cock just inches from her face.

"Pleasure him," the witch purred menacingly.

"I'm not sure I can," Shannon said, still staring at it. "It's so big. I've never..."

"Pleasure him," the witch said again, though this time it was not a purr. It was a deafening command, and left no room for question. Shannon glanced up at me, gulped, and then looked back at my cock. Then she leaned forward. She brought her hand to it first. Her soft fingers wrapped around the base of my shaft, and I let out my own soft moan. Her lips parted, and then slowly slid over the head of my cock. She took the tip in, and then I felt her tongue begin to make gentle circles on it inside her mouth. It felt wonderful. It wasn't like some of the excellent blowjobs I had received lately, but it felt nice. And the look in Shannon's eyes as she sucked my cock made it ten times better.

"Take it deeper, girl," the witch commanded, apparently not as satisfied with Shannon's efforts as I was. Shannon opened her mouth wider and pressed forward. She took another inch or two into her mouth, and then gagged slightly, her cheeks puffing out momentarily. She tried again, gagged again, and then pulled back, gasping for air.

"Pathetic," the witch hissed. "Suck his cock." She commanded again.

"I can't," Shannon said through panting breaths. "It's too big." The witch looked like she was going to explode in fury, but I quickly spoke up.

"Can you do it?" I asked the witch before she could shout at Shannon. Her angry yellow eyes darted to mine, and for a moment I thought she might attack me. "I mean I know you can," I quickly corrected myself. "But will you? I really want to feel your sexy lips on it."

"Very well," the witch hummed. Her anger disappeared, and her smile widened once again. Again she seemed genuinely pleased by the compliment. "Move aside, girl. Watch how a master does it." Shannon quickly scrambled to her feet and stepped aside as the witch came towards me. As much as I did want to feel what she could do, and see it too, actually having her this near me terrified me. She got down on her knees in the dirt before me, my huge cock pointing at her angelic face. As I looked down at her it was hard to see anything but the gigantic tits pushing out from her chest.

She brought both of her hands up, and they both wrapped around my shaft. I had to stifle a scream as I felt her fingers touch my cock. They weren't soft like Shannon's, nor warm. They felt cold and hard, and bony. They felt more like the talons from my dreams. But then her face moved forward. Her plump lips parted. As her mouth moved toward the tip of my cock, I remembered the fangs, and the venom in my dreams. I almost jumped back in fear, but I stayed put. And then her lips met the end of my cock. It could not have felt any better. Her lips easily wrapped around my cock, and sucked tight. Then I felt her tongue slide along the head of my cock, much as Shannon's had. It felt like an excellent blowjob from an excellent mouth. And then I let out a shrill scream.

Shannon jumped in alarm, bringing her hands up to cover herself instinctively. The witch didn't come off me; she just glanced up at me in annoyance as she continued sucking my cock. My whole body was frozen in terror, but I didn't move, or speak. I let her continue, and tried to ignore what I had just felt. Her tongue, as it had been playing with the head of my cock, had split. Her tongue had forked like a serpent, and I had felt in on my cock. It sent another shiver through me, but I clenched my fists and ignored it. Her tongue felt normal again, and quite wonderful as it made its easy swirling motions on my cock. It felt good again. But that feeling as her tongue had split... I ignored it. I stared down at her huge breasts. Her eyes opened again, yellow and haunting, and I looked away. I looked over at Shannon, saw her standing there, naked, one hand halfheartedly covering her body, her eyes wide as she watched the witch suck my cock. Looking at her just made me feel weird. Instead I looked up at the trees, trying to just enjoy the physical sensations of the blowjob I was getting, and ignore everything else.

The witch stopped playing with her tongue, and then I felt my cock sliding deeper into her mouth. I couldn't resist, and looked back down. I watched as inch after inch of my cock disappeared into her throat, until her nose pressed against my body. She stayed put, my entire cock lodged down her throat, and then I felt a very odd sensation. It was unlike any of the others. It was as if her throat began to vibrate. The muscles of her throat began to message my cock in a way that no other girl had. It felt truly amazing, but it also felt wrong, like my body knew what was happening to it wasn't natural. Her throat vibrated and contracted, moving as if on its own. The sensation was too much. Despite my fear and discomfort, I couldn't deny the physical pleasure of it.

Before I could so much as warn the witch, I grunted, and then felt my cock lurching as it pumped cum down her throat. She didn't so much as flinch. She swallowed it all without any problem at all. Once I was done cumming, she slowly pulled off of me. There was not even the faintest trace of cum in her mouth as she looked up at me and smiled.

"That is how you suck a cock like this," the witch said smugly to Shannon, her lips pulled into a prideful grin.

"That was amazing," Shannon said. "You looked so beautiful while you did it." The witch's pleased smile grew. I realized that Shannon had picked up on what I had. The witch was vain. Far more so than we had anticipated. "But I don't think I could do that," Shannon added.

"Would you like to?" The witch asked.

"I mean, of course," Shannon nodded. "But I don't think..."

"This boy was nothing before me," the witch interrupted. "I can make you better as well. And I shall. You deserve such, for volunteering. Go on, suck him again."

The witch stood up, and stepped aside for Shannon. Shannon looked both confused and frightened, but she got back down on her knees in front of me. She leaned back in, and went back to sucking the tip of my cock. It felt the same as it had before, only more sensitive after my having cum. But then Shannon leaned forward. To both of our surprise, my cock slid easily down Shannon's throat. She took the entire thing without any gag at all. She pulled off, and looked up at me in surprise. I just shrugged, not sure what to say.

"As I said," the witch purred. "Now then. Why don't you suck his cock properly."

And that's just what Shannon did. She didn't go slow this time, or gentle. She began sucking my cock in earnest. She attacked it, taking it far down her throat with deep thrusts of her head, using her tongue delightfully the whole time. It no longer felt like she was just doing what she was told. Shannon was enjoying this now. She, like me, had been given a sexual gift from the witch. And she, like me, was now using it with fervor. Shannon sucked my cock like a woman possessed. Which maybe she was, though I think it was just her enjoying being able to do with my huge cock what she was. She moved her head back and forth in long deep strokes, taking my entire cock down her throat. It felt truly amazing, and I wondered how long I would last.

"Enough," the witch said. Shannon pulled off of me, looking both pleased with her new skills, and disappointed at having been told to stop. We both looked over at the witch, waiting for instruction. Our plan was seemingly lost amidst the sex that we were beginning to have.

"The time has come," the witch said, stepping forward and standing over us. "Mount her. Bring Him into existence."

I felt my blood run cold once again. Despite the plan, I couldn't resist the urge to do just that. I wanted to get on top of Shannon and fuck her as hard as I could. And then I would finally get to release inside of a woman. My body had been craving it ever since it all began. And now the time had come. I actually started to move forward, preparing to take Shannon and turn her over and mount her, as I had been commanded. But then I saw her eyes looking at me with fear, and the world came rushing back.

"Wait," I said.

"No more waiting," the witch hissed angrily. "It is time."

"But, once I start, I wont be able to stop," I said. "I know it."

"You're not meant to stop," the witch smiled. "Mount her, ride her, and fill her with your seed. Bring Him to life."

"But... you said I could do it with you," I said. My own voice sounded like it was coming from a mile away. It didn't feel like I could think, not in any kind of conscience way. But my mouth spoke for me. "Once I'm inside of her, I won't be able to stop. You know that. And I want to get to feel you first. I want to know how amazing someone like you can feel. And I want to see how truly stunning you can be."

"Me too," Shannon agreed quickly. "I want to see how Beautiful you look when you fuck him. And I need you to show me how it's done. Like you did with sucking his cock. You made me so much better at it. Show me how to fuck him properly. And then when we bring Him into existence, it will be done with truly outstanding sex."

The witch seemed to contemplate that for a moment, and then her chilling smile returned. "Very well," she purred. "If that's what you want, I can oblige. Lay down, Jake." I didn't ask questions. I quickly got down in the dirt, and lay flat on my back, ignoring the small twigs and pebbles poking me in odd places. The witch stepped over me, and then stood there above me. She appeared to be at least ten feet tall, maybe more. Every bit of her body seemed gigantic. And her features had taken on the intense heightened state again. Her wide grin returned, and then she moved down.

As she came down to where I lay, she was a normal sized woman again. She knelt in the dirt, with one knee on each side of my waist. She pulled my cock against her stomach. It went up to where her belly button should have been, but wasn't. Then she took it in her hand. Once again I had to keep from wincing at the cold, harsh feel of her fingers. She raised herself, and then lined my cock up with her pussy. It was a real pussy still, not the terror from my dream, though that was hard to keep out of mind. She rubbed my cock along her slit a few times, and then pushed down, taking it deep inside her.

My mind screamed out as my cock slid deep within the witch, but no sound escaped me. My entire body clenched up in fear and revulsion for a split second. Her pussy was wet, and my cock slid in her easily, but inside her was cold, like ice. It felt like I had buried my cock in the snow. But that only lasted a second. As she lifted, and then dropped back down, her pussy went from ice cold to tantalizingly warm. All of a sudden it felt like the most amazing pussy in the world. As she raised and fell again, she let out a purring sound, unlike the others. I looked at her, and saw her eyes closed and her head leaned back. Another purring noise came from her as she ground her hips on me, taking my cock deep. I realized she was actually enjoying this.

I took the moment as her eyes were closed to glance over at Shannon. She looked totally captivated, watching with wide, fascinated eyes as the witch moved her body on top of mine. But Shannon snapped out of it at my glance. She seemed to come back to reality in an instant. As I returned my gaze to the witch, I could see Shannon slowly and quietly moving towards the bag she had tossed aside earlier. The witch continued her movements on top of me, riding me, as Shannon bent down and reached into her bag.

The witch's body seemed to morph once again. Her features stretched until she seemed like a giant on top of me. Each of her breasts appeared to be the size of a beach ball, still perfectly round and pert on her slender frame. Her neck stretched long as she tilted her head back. Her arms stretched out at her sides, reaching impossibly far. And they were bent like they had been in my dream. Her arms looked like wings without the wing. Her neck looked like the neck of some bird of prey. She opened her mouth as she let out a soft moan, and I could see the long, pointed fangs, one of them dripping venom. Her platinum hair flew out from her head as if there were a strong wind, even though there was no wind at all.

In that moment she looked both stunning and terrifying. She was a creature of beauty and death, her body morphed into its truest form, her face struggling to hide itself. The purring, gurgling sounds coming from her shook the world around us. She moved her body on top of mine in fluid easy motions, taking my cock deep within her twisted form. Her mouth opened again, letting out a gargled purr, and then it became a scream. Her yellow eyes shot open, wider than ever. They were filled with shock and anger, and fear. Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vise, and I let out a whimper. The witch let out a heart wrenching, earth shattering scream, and fell off me.

I rolled over and grabbed my dick as it slid out of her. She feel to the forest floor with a mangled cry. I looked over, and saw the hilt of the silver dagger Shannon had brought sticking out of the witch's back, where her heart should be. I looked back and saw Shannon standing there, still naked, looking truly terrified and holding a crucifix.

Then the witch let out a noise that made us both grab our ears. Shannon dropped to the floor beside me, both of us clutching our heads. The witch's cry turned into a wail, and then a shout of fury. She began to get to her feet, and I could see her morphing again. Her feet weren't human, as they had been a moment ago. They were as they had been before, when I didn't want to see it. They were clawed hoofs, digging at the dirt and churning it up as she rose. Her glowing effervescent skin was no longer pale, but white. Ghostly, ghastly white. Translucent. I could see veins beneath her skin, not red, nor blue, but black. As she rose she turned her head. Her eyes weren't yellow, as they had always been. They were red. Blood red. Her teeth were long fangs dripping venom. Her mouth was wide enough to bite my entire head whole. Her platinum blonde hair was now white, like her catlike form.

I stared up at her in terror as she rose, higher and higher, the look on her face more haunting than anything I could have ever imagined. I was frozen in fear, ready to die. I would welcome death, just so long as I could escape her. Anything but having to look at this monster any longer. She raised a hand, and I saw that her fingers actually were claws. Long, bony, disjointed spikes with razors at the ends. She reached back, and was going to slash me open in one stroke. And then a small splash of water hit her, and she cried out in that terrible wail again.

As I fell back to the ground holding my ears, I saw Shannon back on her feet, holding the vials of holy water. She threw another one at the witch, and the beast cried out again. Shannon threw the last vial at it. I could see the water burning the witch's skin, making it bubble and melt. Shannon began to recite words, but I couldn't hear them. All I could hear was the terrible deafening wailing coming from the witch. She began to writhe on the ground, and the silver dagger came out of her back. The blood leaking from her was black, like oil.

The witch writhed and wailed as Shannon spoke, but she slowly began to rise again. Her claws hooked in the dirt, digging deep, and she began to push herself up. Her diaphanous skin ran in hideous rivulets where the water had burned her, but she continued to rise. I finally jumped into action. I scrambled across the dirt. The witch didn't even seem to notice me. She was totally consumed with Shannon. I clambered past her hooved feet, and reached the knife.

The witch was beginning to move towards Shannon. It had its arms up as if to block Shannon's words, but it moved slowly forward. I scampered to my feet, holding the knife firmly, and lunged. I aimed high, and let the knife bury itself into the witch's neck from behind. It sank in like it was cutting butter. She let out a wail more horrible than all the others. I felt lightning shoot up my arm, and let go of the blade. I fell to the floor, holding my hands over my ears and clenching my eyes shut. The shriek went on a moment longer, and then finally ended. I stayed on the ground a moment, my ears ringing and my head spinning.

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Shannon laying in the dirt as well, also holding her ears. The witch was nowhere to be seen. I sat up slowly, trying not to vomit, and looked around. Where the witch had been a moment before, there was a small pile of short white hair, like that of a cat. Shannon sat up too, looking at me in shock. She opened her mouth and said something, but I couldn't hear it. I couldn't hear anything but a high ringing sound. For a moment I panicked that she had made me deaf, but then noises slowly starting coming back.

I could hear birds chirping, which I hadn't heard since entering the woods. And the light rustle of leaves as an easy breeze blew through. Shannon spoke again, and I could hear it, though I couldn't yet make out the words. I reeled momentarily, and thought I would faint, but then it passed.

"Did we do it?" I finally heard Shannon's voice asking. "Is she gone?"

"I think so," I responded groggily.

"Is she dead?" Shannon asked.

"I don't know," I said, still trying not to faint or vomit. "But she's gone."

"We... we did it? We actually did it?" Shannon said, her voice cracking, and tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. I crawled to her on my knees, through the dirt, and hugged her tight. She hugged me back. We were both still naked, and trembling from a slew of emotions. For a moment we just held each other, crying at first, and then laughing. When we broke the hug there a moment of awkwardness as we both took in each other's nakedness. Now that the witch was gone, we were back to just being close friends, only we were both still painfully aware of what we had just shared. Not just the epic existential crisis we had gone through together, and prevailed, but the very real sexual acts we had just preformed on each other.

We began getting dressed, not quite meeting each other's eyes. Imagine she was thinking something similar to me, and feeling both immensely grateful and also somewhat shocked that we had actually succeeded. As I pulled my pants up, I was pleased to see that my cock was still as large as it had been for the past week and a half. I had to wonder if it would just go back to the way it was someday, maybe later that day, but it didn't matter. I was just happy to be alive.

"It actually worked," Shannon said, letting out an almost manic laugh as she said it. "I mean I had hoped... but I don't think I ever really thought..."

"I know," I agreed. "I thought I was going to die here. I thought we both were."

"She's gone," Shannon smiled. "She's really gone."

"Yeah," I nodded, trying to let that sink in. "So... now what?"

The rest of that summer was a mix of highs and lows for me. My life was completely unlike it had been before I met the witch. I was no longer that loser I had been. Not just because I had more friends, and more people wanted to hang out with me, and way more girls wanted to sleep with me. I had Changed. Myself. The actual me. Maybe it's easy to say I don't care what people think about me now that they think better of me, but I really don't. If people like me, and want to be with me, that's awesome. But if they don't... fuck 'em. What do I care?

In way though, even though I had more people to spend time with than ever, and more girls to sleep with than I ever would have dreamed of, I felt lonelier than ever. Shannon and I still hung out, but it just wasn't the same. Maybe it's because we battled a demon together, or maybe it's because we shared the most traumatic sexual experience possible, or maybe it's just because we lost our third musketeer. Whatever it was, it just wasn't the same. We're still friends, and we'll continue to be friends, I'm sure. But it's just not the same as it was.

I can say the same thing for my sisters. It just isn't the way it was before. With Michelle it's a bit better. We had sex two more times. Both times were a lot of fun, but we agreed not to do it anymore, although I think we will again eventually. We're happy just being siblings. With Erin it was even weirder. She didn't seem to know what to do with me. After so many years of treating me like shit, she just couldn't quite bring herself to have a normal friendly relationship with me. The second time we had sex was a lot more awkward than the first. After that she went back to teasing me, and it felt more normal. One day she was talking a lot of shit, and I took her in her room and fucked her brains out. After that we found a bit of a stride. She still treats me like shit, only now I get to put her in her place. It's better than it was before, but still not exactly a healthy sibling relationship.

With other girls it became different too. Stephanie wanted me all the time. So did Britney. I ended up fucking my way through a decent percent of my class. It was fun, but also weird. I knew most of them just wanted to find out if the rumors were true. Which they were. As much as I constantly fear that its all just going to go away one day, it hasn't. What the witch gave me that night, I still have.

One thing I do still worry about, a lot, is that the witch's gift isn't the only thing that I still have. When I'm inside a woman, I don't feel that crazy innate urge to cum inside as I did while the witch was still alive. But that doesn't stop me from wondering. What would happen if I cum inside a woman now? Will I still create Him? Only without His mother. Is He, whatever He was, still inside me? I don't know, but it keeps me up at night. I always wear a condom now. Not out of fear of STDs, which would be a perfectly good reason, especially with how many girls I sleep with. And not out of fear of getting them pregnant, at least not in the normal sense. I wouldn't mind being a dad, even if I'm not ready for it. I wear condoms out of a fear of bringing to life a demon. Out of a fear of bringing about the end of the world or something. No one really complains. I think they know I get around, and so they just chalk it up to that. They think I'm being responsible in a sensible, sexual manner, not in an existential or maybe even prophetic sense. Either way, it doesn't matter. I haven't cum inside of a woman yet, and frankly I'm terrified to.

I knew I couldn't stay in town any longer. Too much had Changed. It was too weird. Everyone I knew treated me different. Better or worse, but always different. Even my sisters, and Shannon. It just wasn't the same. And more than anything I just missed Ryan. I try not to think about him, but that doesn't seem right either. I want to think about him, and remember him. Its just too hard when everywhere and everything reminds me of some memory we shared.

They arrested Aldo and charged him with vehicular homicide. I wish that made me feel better, but it doesn't. I also wish I had answers to what really happened, but I don't. All I know is that the witch told me there would be consequences if I didn't do as she commanded, and when I didn't, my best friend died. But it could still just be a coincidence I guess. I guess it doesn't really matter. It is what it is. At least my sister and her friends are free of Aldo. Michelle says their new manager is a nice guy. I think a few of the girls sleep with him too, though not because he makes them, just because they're sluts.

I still don't know if there's anything special about me. I suppose I have more skills than I did before, and I certainly have some qualities that make me more appealing to women. I still had no job, and no school to go to. I thought about joining the military, but decided not to. Home didn't feel like home anymore, if it ever did. I knew I had to go. In the end I took Ella up on her offer.

At first it had been a little awkward between us. I know she knew that I was sleeping around, even with her close friends. But as I got it out of my system, I spent more and more time with her. Spending time with her felt right, and natural, and good. It felt worthwhile. Eventually I stopped sleeping around, and just dated her. When she asked me to come to LA with her, I accepted.

We've been together for the last year now. She goes to school, and I work at a video store. It doesn't pay much, but I like it, and we get by together. The sex is great, and the company might be even better. I think I can honestly say I'm falling for her. It's all the stuff I always wanted. It's a life. Not a perfect life, or even an exceptional life. But it's a life worth living. Everything about life seems more worth living than it did before it all happened. Maybe it's knowing that Ryan doesn't get to. Or maybe it's having witnessed true darkness. Either way, I'm happy to be alive.

In the end I'm not sure I really Changed all that much. I mean, sure, I do have a huge cock now, which is awesome. But I think the real Change was in my head. I was in a funk, and now I'm not. Maybe that's because I have a huge cock, or maybe it's because I don't have a shitty attitude. Maybe those are the same thing. I don't know. And I don't really care. I care about feeling good, and making Ella feel good, and trying to do good things. I care about people. Not what they think of me, but how they feel about me. I'd rather someone think I'm a loser than make someone else feel like they are.

But none of that is really why I'm telling you this story. I'm sure you don't give a shit about what I think of you anymore than I give a shit what you think of me. None of that is really important. It never was. I wish I had learned that sooner. My best friend would still be alive. But I also wouldn't have a huge cock. I think a lot about the tradeoff I ended up making. Even though I did it unwittingly, that was the deal. I got a huge cock and a libido that can match anyone, and my best friend died. However it all went down, that's still the end result. And yes, I would give it all back for him to come back. But it doesn't work that way. He's dead, and I have what I have. I try not to overthink it, even though I spend about half of everyday very much overthinking it.

I set the pen down, letting out a sigh as I thought for the millionth time about all that had happened last summer. I guess writing about it has helped, or maybe I just hope it has. I could hear Ella opening the front door, and got up to greet her. She looked as beautiful as ever as she walked in and set her bag down. She looked up as I walked over and smiled at me. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her deep. Her cheeks looked rosier than normal, and there was a sort of twinkle in her eye.

"What's up with you?" I laughed as I pulled my mouth away from hers, but kept my arms wrapped around her.

"I had a good day," she smiled radiantly.

"Yeah?" I smiled back. "Tell me about it."

"Well... I mean, it was a good day anyway," she said, blushing and looking away, before meeting my eye again. I could tell she really had something to say. "But I found something out today."

"Did you get that job at the bakery?" I asked, knowing she had been applying around, and liked that place a lot.

"No," she shook her head with a coy smile.

"Okay," I laughed. "Well... did you get your grades back?"

"Nope," she said, her coy smile breaking into a big, elated grin.

"Okay. I give up," I laughed. "What did you find out?"

"I found out I'm pregnant."

The End

*****

Well, that's all folks. That's my erotic horror novel. I don't think I'll do much more in this genre. It got pretty weird to write by the end. Writing horror is fun, and writing erotica is fun, but combining the two just has a weird vibe. Hopefully not when you read it, but definitely when I write it. Unfortunately the same thing goes for the incest scenes. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy reading them as well. But writing them feels weird. The stepmom/sister stuff is easy, no problems at all. But writing actual sibling incest porn just feels weird. It's kind of similar to the feeling I get when I write a really fucked up death scene in a book. Writing it just feels different than reading it. I don't think I'll do very much proper incest erotica. I still need to write the final chapter of Trials, and that will have it, but with most of my stories I've steered clear of it. Again, I'm not making a comment on reading it, I enjoy that as well, but writing it is just different, at least for me.

I am interested to know what you all think of this story. The genre, the length, the writing itself. This is the main erotic story I've been working on for the last few months. I did write backfire as well, but other than that it's been mostly this. I have a lot of unfinished stories, some of which I really do intend to finish. I also have some good one offs I'm writing, and more chapter ones as always. I like writing chapter ones a lot more than later chapters, and the fact that they get so many more readers doesn't help. But I am going to finish more stories... eventually. Until next time...