Payback Is a Witch

Story by cuteycindyhoney

This is a Halloween story. Witches sex and magic, but no futanari!

Payback Is a Witch

by Honey Moon

Copyright© 2020 by Honey Moon

Gretchen paced the filthy cluttered living room and raged. Where where they? She hadn’t been in the world of the mortals for seven decades. Usually, on this night of nights, she would have her choice of tasty young morsels. It was nearing midnight, and she had nothing to show for her hours long wait.

“Blast!” she muttered, as she crossed the unkempt room again. “Surely things haven’t changed that much since I was here last.” She checked the stub of a candle she had set at the window. It still burned bright. “There were always curious souls that would investigate an abandoned house suddenly showing light in the windows.”

Even before the present structure was built, there was never a lack of prey. There was once a farm here. Many a field hand had discovered her in barns, or haylofts on All Hollow’s eve. Careful in her choice of meals, they expected to take her as their first woman. She encouraged them, and offered the obscene pleasures of her mouth to distract them and protect herself. As a result, many a man had ended his days screaming in terror as vermin chased and finally consumed them.

She thought about the last time she had been in this realm. The young man that had come calling had been dressed as a, what did he call it? A space man? The big strapping twenty year old had what looked like a large inverted glass bowl on his head. He wore a silvery, all encompassing padded suit, with matching gloves and black boots. The curious metal cylinders on his back had puzzled her. She could only assume that they were part of the mortal world’s ‘technology’ older and more worldly witches had spoken of. She gave no other thought to his strange garb.

He had been on his way to what he called a ‘Halloween’ party. Did all mortals now celebrate All Hollow’s eve by dressing outlandishly? No matter. As he explained it, fate and an old nail had ruined a tire and stopped his automobile. The big handsome young man had come in desiring to use a telephone device. Yet another thing of technology. He had other desires as well, and Gretchen used that to her full advantage. The memories of that night still thrilled her.

“Keen!” The towheaded young man exclaimed when she had given her shoulders a simple shrug, and let her gossamer gown flow down her body and settle around her feet. He cleared his throat. “I, I mean, you’re beautiful. Have you ever thought of getting into pictures? With my position at the studio, I sure could help with that!”

Get into pictures? Gretchen could easily enter the fantasy realm of paintings. Did the mortal somehow suspect her powers and abilities? She had been told by others of her kind that mortals no longer believed in magic. Was this studio a place of learning where the old ways were being studied anew? It was of no matter. He was clearly enthralled.

He had stared intently at her naked body, eyes roving over every curve. They had a favorite resting place though. He just couldn’t seem to keep his gaze from her ample chest. He hardly noticed when the door closed and locked at a wave of her hand.

“Bare yourself as well, my champion.” She had murmured as she posed before him, gently caressing the perfection of her body. “I wish to give you a lover’s kiss.”

The metal cylinders clanged to the floor as he unstrapped them. He nearly fell in his haste to remove the outlandish garb he wore. Soon, he stood naked before her. His male organ stood hard, but he had the embarrassed confused look of all virgins. That was wonderful. Virgins were so easy to control. There would be no danger, and her reward would be that much sweeter.

“Are, um, do you, I mean ... Are we gonna, uh, do it?”

“Relax, my eager friend. The night is young, and I have much to teach you.”

She had simply knelt before the nervous youth. In his inexperience, he was like clay in her hands. She could mold him to her will, or simply tear him apart. The power was hers.

“Oh golly!” He gasped when her full lips touched the crown of his organ and gave it a dainty kiss. He nearly collapsed onto her when she accepted that crown completely into her mouth. “That, that’s called fellatio! I saw it in a dirty book my uncle brought home from France when he left the army!”

Gretchen had heard this word before, but had no knowledge of ‘Dirty Books’. Her experience with many soldiers over the decades, and yes, centuries, was very educational. Educational, but somewhat limited. No mortal had spoken of dirty books before, and her sister witches had never made mention of them.

The taste of the slippery fluid seeping from his organ inflamed her. It was just a precursor to what she really wanted. She gently sucked him, as she took more of the thick shaft

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