Feature Writer: chloehunt

Feature Title: Witch Warden Academy

Published: 23.10.2021

Story Codes: Erotic Horror

Synopsis: A pervy ghost and his pet demon threaten Gilda’s Halloween

Author’s Notes: It’s an intense fantasy with gratuitous, nonhuman supernatural sex. It includes some BDSM, some non-consent/reluctance, and a good bit of magic. If you’re disturbed by sex with a demon or annoyed by the inner monologue of a cute and horny witch, you may not enjoy Gilda’s adventure, but I really hope you do.

Witch Warden Academy

Cemetery Hill Dorm lived up to its name. Located at the top of the north tower, its windows offered melancholy views of a dilapidated chapel surrounded by acres of moldy gravestones and mist. The dorm rooms were dull gray stone with exposed beams. The senior wardens didn’t allow personal touches. They had their reasons, and we mostly respected them. The only colorful thing about the place was my friend Tonya. Her platinum blond hair, bright blue eyes, and cherry red lips could brighten any room, not to mention her abundance of blushing cleavage that always seemed ready to fall out of her bodice. My hair was dark and wavy around my pale face and dark blue eyes. I kept my lips blood red and my ample breasts safely strapped into my corset.

Tonya and I were freshmen and still getting acquainted with the seriousness of Witch Warden Academy, not to mention the dreary castle grounds. Resting on a cliff between Cemetery Hill and Deadwood Forest, Warden Castle was conveniently located just outside of the bustling city of Igdon. For humans, Igdon was a city of frequent unspeakable horrors. Built over a volcanic gate to Hell, the city became a supernatural breeding ground. Witches, warlocks, vampires, werewolves, changelings, and other magical beings called it home. Unreal entities thrived on the magic pumping through the swollen energy channels under the city. The veil between the land of the living and the realm of the dead was naturally thin in that area because of the gate. On Halloween, it was almost nonexistent. Witches were sent to Igdon and Warden Castle to expand their knowledge of magic. It was a genuine trial by fire. Witch Wardens were an exclusive coven of witches trained to supervise all supernatural activity that could influence human life in the realm.

Tonya and I were both third-generation vampire hybrids, or nature witches, to be precise. Most humans didn’t realize that witches were offspring of something more frightening. We could easily wield magic without needing to drink blood, which put us in higher standings with humans. I was mostly raised by my human grandmother in the coastal city of Hampton. My mother was a succubus and a madame at a popular burlesque in North Hampton. She secretly fed on her many horny customers. Her father was a demon incubus from Igdon. They’re not close, if you were wondering.

My childhood was strange and full of magic. I didn’t have a lot of friends because of that, but I did find someone strange like me to date. My first boyfriend, Richard, kept me company when I was lonely. He was a butcher’s apprentice and a hybrid werewolf. He wasn’t powerful enough to transform like his father, but he was wicked strong and loved raw meat. Sadly, his father was involved in a supernatural accident and was sanctioned by the local Witch Warden. As a result, Richard and his family were forced to move to a neighboring city where people didn’t know what they were. It was a compromise to keep everyone happy, and it left me lonely again.

Before he left, Richard had awakened sexual cravings in me that I wanted to explore. I had recently turned nineteen and considered myself a mature adult, so I asked my mother if I could join the family business. She vehemently refused. She said I was magically gifted and needed to pursue a future with the Witch Wardens. She didn’t give me any say in the matter after Richard’s family was forced to leave Hampton. She didn’t want to risk the same thing happening to us. Becoming a Witch Warden would give me favorable standing in human cities. A week after that conversation, I received an acceptance letter by crow mail and was immediately shipped off to Igdon. Warden Castle would be my home for the next four years.

I met Tonya at Witch Warden Academy. We were the same age and came from similar backgrounds. She was my roommate in the Cemetery Hill Dorm. We were two of six students that lived in the freshman tower. I considered myself wild and always ready for a good time, but Tonya would let things get out of control. I think she enjoyed being at the mercy of chaos. Our dorm matron, Warden Blair, said we would be the death of her, and that was saying a lot. Tonya was overconfident for a freshman, and it was mostly because of her cousin Jane. Jane was a senior Witch Warden that taught psychic defense at the castle. Tonya naively believed Jane’s crazy stories had prepared her for freshman year.

Life in the castle was creepy, to say the least. The vacant rooms definitely outnumbered the students and staff. Witch Wardens traditionally lived alone. Freshmen were assigned roommates for safety reasons. Immature witches were easy targets for unreal beings. The whole point of having a haunted castle for a school was to desensitize the students to the supernatural horrors they would eventually have to fight. Seeing ghosts almost every day was a shock. Waking up in the middle of the night with something evil in your bed was worse. Tonya was handling it better than me. She didn’t wake up with venomous spiders in her sheets as much as I did. My critter-repellent spells needed work. Tonya and I eventually learned enough basic spells to keep ourselves safe when Matron Blair wasn’t around. We fortified our rooms and beds with protection spells every night and morning. It was a practice we would continue for the rest of our lives if we became Witch Wardens.

As the weeks passed, I was more confident with my spells and comfortable with daily life at the castle. Halloween was one day away, and I was no longer dreading the power trial I would have to endure that morning. I wasn’t looking forward to the test by any means, but I wasn’t seized with terror at the thought of it. I even had an idea of how I could pump myself up for it. My personal exploration with Richard taught me that sexual gratification strengthened me. I started having sex with him two months before he moved away, and I noticed my magic felt charged afterward. I could easily make plants grow with a simple touch, I could start a fire with a snap of my fingers, and I needed less food and sleep. It was fantastic. Tonya said that was normal for a lot of witches, and we would have classes dedicated to sexual exploration after the power trials. She dropped a sexually charged book on my bed Saturday morning as she prepared to leave the dorm for the day.

“What’s that?” I called as she headed for the door.

“A dirty book. Your name was written on the bag I found it in. Someone left it at the door for you. I almost tripped over it last night. I opened it, sorry. I want to read it after you!” she chuckled before she skipped out of the door.

I was in the process of collecting my shower supplies. I wanted to get my hair washed before I missed breakfast. I gave the book a passing glance on my way to the shower. The image on the cover stopped me in my tracks. It was a detailed golden outline of a naked woman. She was lying on her back with her wrists, ankles, and knees restrained. Her legs were spread wide with thick snake-like tentacles wrapped around her thighs and calves. The tentacles had bulbous tips. Their long bodies were attached to a smiling demon blob at the bottom of the cover. One tentacle was deep in the woman’s mouth while two were wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them into plump balls. One of the tentacles had its head pressed against the woman’s exposed privates. Her labia appeared to be swollen where it was pushing against her, threatening to penetrate her.

I felt warm between my legs as I examined the disturbing picture, wondering what it would feel like to be in that position. I was surprised at myself for feeling aroused by it. I had never imagined or wanted anything like that to happen to me. I didn’t understand why my body would react with arousal instead of revulsion. I figured my lack of indulgence was the cause. I hadn’t found a chance to play with myself in weeks. Terror had that effect on a freshman.

“Kinky Witch Gratification,” announced the title in gold letters above the woman’s head.

I dropped my shower supplies on the end of the bed before I sat down and picked up the book. I flipped it over to discover an equally disturbing image on the back. The tentacle had penetrated the woman. Her swollen pussy lips were stretched wide around its girth. Her abdomen was slightly extended from the intrusion. Fluids were dripping out of her and down the tentacle’s thick shaft. The demon was smiling as he licked her juices off the side of the appendage.

My heart was thumping, and my skin felt hot as I studied the image. I ached between my legs as I gazed at the woman’s stretched cunt, wondering what it would feel like to be forced open by a demon. I was ashamed of how I felt, and it added to my arousal. I crossed my legs and tightened my vaginal muscles to increase the horny tingle. I ran my fingertip over the textured tentacle that was exploring inside the woman’s body. I imagined a thick pink tentacle was secretly slithering out from under my bed. I innocently opened my legs, pretending not to realize it had slid into my nightgown. I moaned and flexed my inner muscles as I imagined its tip pressing into my swollen skin and finding the juices that were beginning to drip out of me. I wanted it to part my tight muscles and slither inside me, stretching me around its thick shaft. I could easily finger myself to satisfaction at that point, but I was rudely interrupted before my hand made it between my legs.

“What are you looking at, Gilda?” spoke a ghostly male voice from across the room.

I gasped and dropped the book on my bed as my eyes darted towards the main door. I squinted at the shadowy corner by the coat rack and saw a ghostly apparition of a young man standing there. It was Kent, my personal ghost stalker. I was less afraid of him after dealing with him for two months. For some reason, he only haunted me. He stayed in the shadows and would speak to me when I was alone. He was handsome and dressed in a simple white linen shirt and breeches. His hair fell in careless locks over his forehead. I wasn’t sure of the color. I figured it was black when he was alive. His translucent skin was pale, and his eyes were a misty gray.

“Good morning, Kent. You startled me. Did you get tired of waiting for me in the bathroom?” I smirked.

He smiled in embarrassment and took a step backward into the shadows. I thought he might disappear after I called out his perverted behavior, but he didn’t.

“Do you not like me watching you?” he whispered.

I sighed and shook my head at his question. I honestly did like him watching me, but I didn’t want to tell him that. A perverted ghost stalker was a new thing for me. I asked Matron Blair about him, and she said he was probably lonely, or I reminded him of a lost lover. Ghosts that appeared around Igdon could be dangerous. Their bodies were dead, but their psychic energy sustained their spirit form, and the power spewing from the Hell gate under the city was an endless source of energy. Kent could probably hurt me if he really wanted to, but I could easily chase him away with my own psychic scream. Jane helped me perfect that defensive spell last month. I hadn’t used it on him yet, and I doubted I would have to. Kent’s creepy lurking and staring weren’t exactly hostile.

“I haven’t seen you so clearly this early in the morning before. Is the veil thinning already?” I asked, hoping to change the subject.

“It is. It ripples with weakness across the realm, starting under the city. As Halloween draws near and the veil shatters, my form will almost be corporeal like the dead that roam the wastelands of the underworld. I could touch you if I wanted,” he whispered as his eerie gray eyes gazed at me from the shadows.

My body tingled at his words. I wished he were real at that point. I would drag him to the bed and ride his cock until he begged me to stop. I blinked in surprise at my aggressive train of thought. It wasn’t like me at all. I was still ridiculously horny after imagining a tentacle invading my pussy.

“That’s really interesting, Kent. I wish you could do it now. I need a good touch,” I sighed and rubbed my eyes, trying to get a hold of my emotions.

Suddenly, a cold gust of wind hit me, knocking me down on the bed and pinning my arms against the blanket. My eyes flew open with a gasp to see Kent’s ghostly face inches from mine. I could feel the cold touch of his spirit penetrating my skin, invading my breasts, groin, and stomach. His icy fingers were tight around my wrists. For an instant, I thought he was trying to possess me, and I would have to attack him, but then I felt something that made my eyes roll back. The crawling prickle of his spirit inside my skin was concentrating between my legs, making my pussy quiver and twitch.

“Oh my god… what are you doing to me?” I groaned.

I squeezed my thighs together and squirmed against the bed as the throbbing pleasure threatened to steal my breath. The tingles were pulsing and growing more intense inside me, making my toes curl and blush rush to my skin. Soon my juices were soaking my inner thighs. I looked down through Kent’s spirit to see the lower half of his body inside of mine. His hips were thrusting through me, creating the electric pulse in my cunt. He was watching the pleasure on my face with sleepy eyes.

“Oh god, make me cum. I need it,” I whimpered as I clutched at the blanket, feeling like I was losing control.

“What were you thinking earlier when you were looking at that book?” Kent whispered.

“I was imagining a tentacle invading my body,” I groaned as my hips worked against the bed in rhythm with the pulsing.

“What are you imagining now?” he grinned.

“That you’re fucking me. God, I can almost feel your dick inside me,” I whimpered as my body began to tense.

“It is inside you, Gilda. I can fuck you anywhere,” he chuckled.

“Oh yes,” I gasped as a sharp orgasm tightened my cunt and stomach muscles.

I cried out in ecstasy as my body convulsed against the bed. I clutched at the blanket as waves of tingles pulsed through my abdomen. I whimpered and shook as horny juices poured out of me, soaking my thighs and nightgown.

“I can sense your pleasure, Gilda. Thank you for sharing it with me,” Kent groaned as he closed his eyes and submerged himself inside my twitching body.

I could feel him everywhere. My heart was pounding as I slowly came down from the exhausting height. I moaned in satisfaction as my eyes drifted closed. I didn’t mean to fall asleep with a man’s spirit inside me, but I did.

He was gone when I woke up. My stomach grumbled as I blinked the sleep out of my eyes. I sat up and shuddered to be sitting in a cold, wet spot. I had missed breakfast, and I feared I would miss lunch if I didn’t get moving. I was hungry, but I didn’t lack energy. My experience with Kent had left me energized.

“Oh my god… I got fucked by a ghost. I didn’t know that was possible. Kent? Are you still here?” I called.

I glanced at every dark corner of the room to make sure they were empty. The castle had plenty of dark places in the middle of the day, thanks to the clouds that always darkened the skies of Igdon. The nights were perfectly clear so moonlight could get through, but heaven forbid any sunlight touch the demons that hid in the city. They made sure of it with weather spells and volcanic smoke. I sighed in disappointment that my horny ghost was absent. I gathered up my shower supplies and hurried to the bathroom, forgetting about the dirty witch book on my bed.

I made it to lunch and sat with Tonya’s cousin Jane in the mostly vacant refectory. I asked Jane many vague questions about ghosts. She raised a curious eyebrow at me when I asked if a spirit could sexually arouse a person. She told me poltergeists were more likely to cause that kind of mischief since they were more powerful. She said it wasn’t wise to entice a powerful ghost to manipulate your body. I didn’t consider myself wise, if you were wondering.

After lunch, Jane accompanied me into the overcast courtyard to practice my psychic attack spell. She said I would likely need it for the Halloween power trial. The power trial would allow me to demonstrate my magical strengths to an audience of professors. Three other small groups of witches were scattered about the yard, practicing their own spells. Jane led me to the middle of the lawn and positioned herself five feet in front of me.

“Alright, Gilda. I’m going to unleash a dose of psychic pain towards you first. I want you to do the same to me the second you feel it. The goal is to overpower my attack. Give me everything you got. Ready?”

“Ready,” I nodded and took a deep breath.

I closed my eyes and braced myself for the wave of mental agony that Jane’s psychic scream would push into my mind. The second it hit me, I wanted to fall to the ground and cradle my head, but that wouldn’t help. The only way to stop it was to fight back. I grit my teeth and pushed my own mental scream outward, instantly easing the agony in my mind. I felt the power burst out of me like a gust of wind. It was surprisingly easy. I opened my eyes to discover Jane curled up in agony on the ground. I glanced around the yard to see everyone else on the ground as well.

“Shit!” I gasped and quickly pulled the power back.

Jane groaned and rubbed her head as I helped her off the ground. Everyone else in the yard was slowly returning to their feet as well.

“I’m so sorry, Jane. I don’t know what happened.”

“Damn, Gilda. Where did that come from?” she laughed as she glanced around the yard.

Everyone was scowling at me.

“I’m not entirely sure,” I gulped as I glanced over Jane’s shoulder towards the main portico.

Kent’s ghostly figure was standing in the shadows against the wall, smiling in amusement. Before I could yell at him, he vanished. I suddenly had a very good idea where the power came from. I apologized to everyone in the yard before I rushed back to the dorm and locked myself in the bedroom.

“Kent, show yourself! We need to talk!” I yelled.

“I like it when you’re angry,” he whispered close to my ear, sending a cold shudder up my spine.

I twirled around to face the apparition with my heart in my throat. In spite of being familiar with him, I couldn’t get used to being close to him. He was a ghost that wasn’t supposed to be in the land of the living. My body and mind wanted me to jump away from him.

“Did you amplify my psychic attack in the yard?” I demanded.

“Not at all. That power came from you,” Kent whispered as he drew closer to me, sending my heart thumping a little faster.

He reached up and touched my cheek with his cold, translucent fingers. My flesh tingled as his energy mingled with mine. He used that sensation earlier to stimulate my cunt and make me orgasm. I was getting wet from the memory of it.

“Back off a minute, Kent,” I said and stepped away from him. “I know you had something to do with it. I’m not that powerful.”

“Yes, you are. Sexual gratification feeds your power. Energy channels are naturally drawn to you, Gilda. I can see them, and when you’re horny, your body pulls them closer. When I pleasured you earlier, your spirit sucked energy from the channels like a whirlpool. The power rush was orgasmic. I almost felt alive again,” he smiled.

I stared at him with my mouth open for a moment. I had never been compared to a whirlpool before. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

“I see you’re conflicted about what happened. Do you prefer demonic tentacles over a ghost?” Kent asked as he glanced at the book on my bed.

“No. I don’t know what I prefer. You didn’t give me a chance to think,” I sighed and stepped over to the bed and sat down.

Kent sighed too and sat down beside me. His ghostly form didn’t disturb the blanket, but I could feel the cold air around him.

“Gilda, you wished for me to touch you, so I did. Do you regret what happened?”

“No. I didn’t say that. I really enjoyed it, but the power rush scared me. You saw what I did in the yard. That wasn’t normal. I could have hurt someone.”

“But you didn’t hurt anyone. Psychic screams have to go on for much longer than that to do any damage.”

“How would you know, Kent? You’re a ghost.”

“I wasn’t always a ghost, Gilda. I’ve lived in Igdon a lot longer than you. I’ve learned a few things about witches.”

“How many witches have you stalked over the years?”

He grinned and didn’t answer my question.

“You are such a perv,” I sighed.

A second later, the main door unlocked, and Tonya burst in wearing an excited smile. Kent vanished before she saw him.

“Gilda! Pick out something sexy to wear. We’re hitting the town tonight for some early Halloween partying,” she said as she slammed the door and locked it behind her.

“What? No, we’re not. Freshmen aren’t allowed to enter the city until they pass their first power trial. You know that.”

“Ugh, don’t be such a buzzkill, Gilda. The best way to prepare for a power test is to go into an extremely powerful place and absorb some magic! They also have every kind of bar you can imagine. Witch bars, warlock bars, vampire bars, elf bars, werewolf bars, demon bars, you name it! There’s a witch bar called Hellfire Nights Lounge in the middle of the town that has dream rooms built directly over the Hell gate. They let you drink a dream potion and put you in the room to absorb the potent magic spewing straight out of the floor. Jane told me you can experience your darkest sexual fantasies in those rooms. I definitely want to try it. Did you finish reading that dirty book yet?”

“No. I haven’t had a chance. How are we going to sneak by Matron Blair?”

“Jane gave me a featherweight potion we can use to sneak out the window.”

“How do we get back in?”

“I haven’t figured that part out yet.”

“Tonya, this is such a bad idea.”

“It will be fine, Gilda. Trust me.”

My complaints fell on deaf ears as Tonya pulled me over to the closet. She helped me into my red satin corset gown trimmed in black lace with a matching hat and heeled boots. Black lace lingerie was hidden underneath. We painted our nails and lips in various shades of red, then we donned matching red cloaks and headed for the window. The featherweight potion allowed us to float safely to the lawn outside of the castle walls. Then we hitched a ride on a wine cart for the short journey into Igdon. A handsome vampire with tousled blond hair and big blue eyes was driving the two-horse cart. He introduced himself as Corvin.

“Good evening, ladies. I see you’re prepared for a wild night on the town,” he grinned, revealing his sharp canines.

“We are. Do you have any bar recommendations?” Tonya asked as she leaned on the wine barrels, giving Corvin an excellent view of her cleavage.

“Crimson Delights is my favorite place for a drink. They have enticing stage dances for men and women. The blood wine is an acquired taste, though.”

“I’ll try anything once,” Tonya grinned.

“I like your attitude,” he said in approval.

Suddenly, wild howls in the distance caught our attention. We looked towards the southern woods to see four large wolves charging across the valley and up into the main gate of Igdon. Corvin rolled his eyes at them.

“Mutts,” he muttered.

Tonya and I exchanged amused grins. Vampires and werewolves rarely got along, but they weren’t at war. At least, not that we knew of. Gang violence between the groups was a common occurrence in the back alleys of Igdon. Thankfully, the presence of witches, warlocks, and demons kept the power struggles to a minimum.

“Do you know of any places witches should avoid?” I asked, pulling Corvin’s pretty eyes to me.

“The Lunar Lounge is an uncouth place, but that’s to be expected from werewolves. I would stay clear of the demon bars in the red-light district as well. A warlock senior from Mage Castle got a severe burn on his dick thanks to a magma demon. No magical condom is strong enough to withstand a cunt made of hellfire. Just proceed with caution everywhere you go. Fresh meat as hot as yourselves could cause all kinds of trouble on Tavern Street,” he winked.

“Speaking of hellfire, have you been to the dream rooms at Hellfire Nights?” Tonya asked as she played with her black choker necklace, drawing Corvin’s eyes to her jugular.

“I have, and I will never forget it,” he grinned and licked his lips. “That place is a trip. Now is a great time to visit. The magic channels are swollen and ready to be ridden since Halloween is tomorrow. It’s a pity you’re only allowed to do it for twenty minutes once a year.”

“Why is that?” I asked.

“Every person has a certain flavor. Those flavors attract different monsters closer to the Hell gate. Thanks to the dream potion and the energy channel, a monster that likes your flavor can see your desires and help you fulfill them. They take some of your energy as payment. If a person is allowed to linger in the dream too long, they could lose too much energy and die. Or worse, they could lure a monster through the gate.”

I was suddenly feeling less excited about our visit to Hellfire Nights Lounge. Tonya looked even more excited after Corvin’s horrifying explanation.

As we rolled through the main gate and entered the city, I noticed the homes and businesses looked normal. Corvin said hybrids lived on the outer edges of the city and enjoyed human comforts. More powerful and wealthier creatures lived in the heart of the city, and it showed as we entered Tavern Street at the center of the entertainment district. Colorful mansions of all shapes and sizes towered over the noisy bars at street level. Vibrant, multicolored lamplight shined in every tavern window and on the festive patios. The air was thick with fragrant smoke and magic. It was making me dizzy and horny.

Monsters were everywhere. I saw short and tall trolls with long ears and long teeth. Most of them were disfigured from the copious amounts of metal jewelry hanging from their faces, ears, and necks. Tiny glowing pixies were packed into their own little mushroom bars built inside of hanging barrels and milk crates. The vampires and elves were easy to recognize. They wore elaborate clothes on the level of royalty. The elves were taller than the other races. They also wore their hair long. Large wolves stalked through throngs of spirited street revelers. I watched them curiously as I hopped down from Corvin’s wine cart behind Tonya.

“Thanks for the ride, Corvin. Can you meet us for drinks after your deliveries?” Tonya smiled.

“Certainly, you ladies stay out of trouble until I get back. You don’t want the Wolf Wardens sniffing up your skirts.”

“What are Wolf Wardens?” I whispered to Tonya as we waved goodbye to Corvin.

“They’re peacekeepers. They’re exclusive to Igdon since werewolves can fight almost any supernatural creature. If a fight breaks out between a demon and troll, a werewolf can dive in and break it up before any weaker creatures get hurt. They’re glorified bouncers. They can’t use spells, but they can take a hit and keep on fighting,” she chuckled.

Tonya grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a changeling bar called Chameleon’s Tongue to watch a demonstration on the patio. Two butt-naked changelings were standing on different tables so they could take turns doing complicated transformations to win free drinks. The onlookers erupted with applause when the man on the right turned into a giant octopus. The man on the left rolled his eyes and turned into a giant iridescent jellyfish, encouraging a louder round of applause.

I was giggling at the brilliant display of magic when I felt something cold and wet press into my skin between my shoulder blades. I gasped and twirled around to meet the copper eyes of a huge wolf. His face was level with mine. I tensed when he leaned closer. His fur was dusty brown with golden highlights. Large menacing fangs protruded from his upper and lower jaw. He stuck his cold nose to my cleavage and sniffed along my skin, up to my neck, and into my hair. Then he drew away and gave me what I assumed was a smile. He relaxed his face, his tongue flopped out, and he panted like a happy collie.

“Uh… hi,” I gulped.

He nuzzled my cheek with his snout before giving it a gentle lick. Then he turned and hurried through the crowd to the opposite side of the street. He stopped in the doorway of the Lunar Lounge and glanced back at me for a second, then he disappeared through the open door.

I stared after him in confusion. Did he want me to follow him? I looked over at Tonya to find her missing. She had sneaked onto the patio and sat next to a handsome elf with long white hair and bright purple eyes. His shirt was a net of shimmering crystals. He was offering Tonya a glass of sparkling rose wine as she gave him a flirtatious smile.

I knew that smile. Tonya had found something shiny to play with. If he liked women, she would be making out with him before the hour was up. So, I crossed the street to Lunar Lounge, leaving Tonya alone to flirt. The front door was standing open, so I stepped right into the cozy bar and looked around. There was a large stack of pants by the door for recently transformed werewolves. The alpine theme was charming, but the half-naked bodies standing around the room were more charming. My body reacted predictably as many handsome, curious gazes turned to observe me. The lack of women confused me, and I suddenly wondered if I had stepped into a men-only bar.

“Oh, excuse me. I guess I shouldn’t be here. Sorry,” I announced and was about to make a quick exit.

“Wait, Gilda, you don’t have to leave,” called a young man with sandy brown hair and big copper eyes.

I looked at him in astonishment as he jogged over to me, wearing a big grin and a pair of simple breeches with no shoes. His chest was lean, sculpted, and easy to stare at. He was at least six inches taller than me, even with my heeled boots.

“How do you know my name? Who are you?”

“I’m Simon. I smelled Richard’s scent on you. He’s my cousin. He told me about you when I visited him in Hampton over the summer.”

“I haven’t seen Richard in over four months. How can you smell him on me?” I asked in disbelief.

“Werewolves can smell almost anything. I also smelled you on him during the visit. You two were obviously close. As far as I’m concerned, you’re a friend of the family and welcome in the Lunar Lounge anytime,” he grinned and pulled me against his chest for a big hug.

“Oh, thank you,” I chuckled and hugged him back.

He was ridiculously strong and smelled like cedar, dirt, and sweat. His scent reminded me of how Richard smelled the last time we made love. I was ashamed at how warm his cousin’s scent was making me. Simon was breathing me in too.

“Mmm, you smell exceptionally good right now,” he whispered against my ear before he drew away and licked his lips.

If I didn’t know any better, I would say he was drooling. Richard often accused me of making him drool when he smelled my arousal. That realization made my cheeks burn with blush.

“Uh, thank you, Simon. You smell good too. Where are all the women?” I asked as he led me over to the bar and waved to the bartender.

“Women aren’t allowed to be Wolf Wardens in the entertainment district for safety reasons. They’re more sensitive to magic. It can stun their ability to transform. So they patrol the streets away from the resonance of the Hell gate. My sister said she gets a brutal headache when she comes too close to this street. She says she can hear souls screaming in agony below the stones. Beer?” he asked as the bartender arrived with two brimming mugs of pale ale.

“Yes. Thank you. So, the Hell gate is in a cave below this area?” I asked and picked up my beer for a sip.

Lunar Lager was smooth and delicious. It hit the spot after drinking the bottles of hogwash Tonya kept hidden under her bed at the dorm. I smiled at the motto written on the wall above the beer barrels. “Don’t forget to throw a pup a bone,” it announced in elegant golden letters.

“Yep, the gate is right below Tavern Street. I’ve seen it before. Visiting the cavern is part of the Wolf Warden recruitment process. If a werewolf can keep his sanity after an hour in that place, he’s sent straight to the Lunar Lounge afterward for a beer and a nap. Then he’s patrolling the entertainment district the next night.”

“Damn, they make you go into the cavern? What’s that like?”

“It’s literally staring into the mouth of Hell. It’s horrifying. The sound alone is sickening. I understood what my sister was talking about after I heard it. We’re not forced to stand right above the gate. That would kill us. The elders perch us on a cliff two hundred feet away from it for an hour. I’m glad I don’t ever have to do that again.”

I was suddenly dreading our visit to Hellfire Nights Lounge even more.

“Simon, have you ever been in one of the dream rooms at Hellfire Nights?”

“No. That’s a magic user’s bar. Besides, Wolf Wardens don’t mix and mingle with the locals unless we have to. We have limited magic and are resistant to most spells. We’re glorified bouncers around here,” he shrugged.

I laughed to hear him repeat what Tonya said.

“So I’ve heard. My friend Tonya and I plan to visit the dream rooms later tonight, but I’m having second thoughts.”

“Don’t let me talk you out of it. I know it’s dangerous if the rooms are abused, but that hasn’t happened in over a decade. It’s kinky fun for witches, warlocks, and vampires. Elves, changelings, and trolls use them too, but not werewolves.”

“I see. So… how is Richard doing?” I ventured.

I could see the apprehension that question caused all over Simon’s pretty face.

“He’s good. He recently discovered that he can transform.”

“Oh, wow! That’s great! He told me he wasn’t strong enough.”

“Innate magic can change with time. Richard was simply a late bloomer. He’s… uh… also dating another werewolf if you were wondering,” he said and looked at me guiltily.

I’m sure he saw the frown tugging at the corners of my mouth, but I quickly overpowered it and smiled.

“Thanks for telling me, Simon. I’m still really happy for him. I can’t be disappointed if he’s happy. Our lives simply went in different directions. Cheers to Richard’s new life,” I said and held up my mug.

Simon smiled and tapped my glass before we turned them up for a drink.

“I like your spirit, Gilda. For a witch, you’re really sweet,” he said as he searched my eyes.

“Thanks, Simon. You are too. I’m curious. What does that logo mean?” I asked and pointed at the gold letters over the beer barrels.

“Ah, that’s an old werewolf saying. ‘Don’t forget to throw a pup a bone’ is a reminder to always be considerate of those around us, and not just other werewolves. It applies to all races, even vampires. No matter how little or powerless someone may seem, they still have a great purpose in life. It’s also good luck to play fetch with a werewolf. It brings out the puppy in us and makes us love you,” he grinned.

“I’ll definitely remember that,” I chuckled.

Suddenly, a rush of fur and muscle bounded through the front door. I watched in astonishment as two brown wolves shuddered and groaned as they morphed into two naked men. I gasped and put my hand over my eyes as they rushed over to us.

“Ash, Mike, what’s going on?” Simon asked.

“Big trouble. You need to come with us,” said Ash, the man that resembled Simon.

I couldn’t help peeking at them through my fingers. Werewolf men came in all shapes and sizes. The man on the left was skinny and pale, but his wolf form was just as large as Simon’s.

“A pixie claimed they saw McKenton leaving the red-light district. If that monster is back in Igdon, hell is going to break loose again on Halloween.”

“Shit, sorry, Gilda. I have to go. Find me later if you can,” Simon said and quickly shoved his pants to the floor.

I got an eyeful of every tempting part of him as he ran towards the door with the other men. They transformed into wolves the second they hit the threshold and leaped into the street. I could hear their paws pounding against the cobblestones as they ran south. I was alone again. The rest of the werewolves in the bar didn’t seem interested in chatting with a freshman witch. Most of them likely had hot werewolf girlfriends waiting for them somewhere. I sighed and turned my attention back to my beer. I drank most of it before I left a gold coin on the bar and returned to Tavern Street to find Tonya.

A small crowd was cheering, hooting, and whistling around the patio of the Chameleon’s Tongue. I squeezed through the mix of creatures to discover Tonya standing on a table between the octopus and the giant jellyfish. She was levitating two small beer barrels over the creatures so they could chug the dark ale. The jellyfish was winning since he practically had a tank for a head. His translucent bulb was filling up with beer as fast as Tonya could pour it. He easily won the contest. The poor octopus staggered off the table and hit the ground with a slimy splat. He instantly transformed back into a very drunk, naked man. His friends helped him off the ground as the crowd cheered for his efforts. Tonya noticed me at that point. She laughed and skipped down from the table to join me on the street.

“What happened to your silver-haired elf?” I asked.

“He was here with a group. They left a few minutes ago for their dream room appointments at Hellfire Nights. They promised to have another drink with me after our appointments. We should get going. We don’t want to be late!” she gasped after a glance at the clock behind the patio bar.

Tonya grabbed my hand and pulled me up Tavern Street towards the ritziest building on the block. There was a ridiculous amount of gold adorning every ledge, gargoyle, and even the ornamental vines climbing the outside of the blood-red mansion. A well-dressed witch and warlock were guarding the front door. We gave them our names and appointment times, and after a five-minute wait, a beautiful dark-skinned vampire in a black satin gown arrived to greet us. She introduced herself as Vivian before she led us into the luxurious Hellfire Nights Lounge.

The walls were a mix of black and red stone that glowed with orange light below the surface to mimic the look of magma. Branching golden candelabras looked like they grew out of the walls and floor to lift black and white candles high over our heads. A shiny black granite bar stretched across the entire left side of the lounge. Attractive bartenders of every race were busy mixing drinks for their equally diverse clientele. Large, circular black velvet booths lined the rest of the walls. The booths had heavy velvet privacy curtains pulled back on each side. Skinny bar-height tables filled the center of the room where the floor was lower, allowing for an unobstructed view of the lounge from the upper level. A sexy band of dark-skinned elves was playing alluring desert music on the stage in the corner.

“I like this place,” I grinned as Vivian led us over to a booth on the right.

“This will be your personal sitting area before and after your dream sessions. You’ll need a little recovery time before you leave,” she winked and handed us each a drink menu. “These drinks are all different variations of our dream potion. We’ll prepare it to your liking, and it will help your body experience the full glow of the Hell gate channel. I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your orders. Choose wisely,” Vivian grinned before she left us alone.

“Holy cow… how much did you pay for our reservations?” I whispered.

“An ingot of gold,” Tonya shrugged.

“Holy shit! Where did you get an ingot of gold?”

“My dad gave it to me for my last birthday since I was going off to school for four years. After Jane told me about this place, I knew I wanted to try it. I’m glad you’re here to enjoy it with me, Gilda. So you better enjoy it,” she chuckled.

“Wow, thank you, Tonya. I owe you.”

Tonya and I read over the menus and debated which drinks sounded the best. The descriptions explained how the different ingredients affect the dream, but most of the dream would be generated by your own desires. The disclaimer at the bottom of the menu said the lounge couldn’t be held responsible for the content of the dreams.

“Well, I’m going with ‘Darkest of Dark Fantasies Pomegranate Liqueur,'” Tonya grinned.

“Then I’ll up the ante with the ‘Dirty, Kinky, Downright Terrifying Cherry Mint Splash,'” I chuckled.

Suddenly, we were distracted by loud laughter coming from a booth across the room. A group of posh vampires and warlocks were doing a line of blood whiskey shots. I did a double-take at the black-haired young man sitting at the center of the group. He looked oddly familiar. His hair was gelled back, revealing large gray eyes under thick black eyebrows and black lashes. His skin was pale, and his lips were full. He glanced at me and winked, making my heart do a funny thump. Vivian arrived at that point and blocked my view of the black-haired man. We gave her our drink orders before she left us alone again. Less than a minute later, Corvin, the pretty blond vampire from the wine cart, appeared at our table, dressed in a sharp tuxedo. He had our drinks on a little round tray.

“Well, hello again, ladies,” he grinned and placed our drinks before us.

“Oh boy, this night just keeps getting better. Why didn’t you tell us you were employed here?” Tonya smiled as she shamelessly eye-groped Corvin’s tight-fitting tuxedo.

“I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”

“Will you be available to spend some time with us after our dream sessions?” Tonya asked as she picked up her drink and sensually licked the salt off the rim of her glass, making me chuckle.

“Definitely,” Corvin grinned.

Another burst of laughter from across the room caught our attention again.

“Corvin, who is that man with the black hair?” I asked.

“I don’t know his name yet. He’s new in town. I’ve never seen him before tonight, but I think he’s loaded. That’s the most expensive blood whiskey in Igdon. I gotta run. City rent doesn’t pay itself, hence the extra job. I’ll spend my break with you two if you like.”

“Please do,” Tonya smiled before he escaped.

Our drinks were delicious. I had never tasted anything like it. The burst of flavor on my tongue made my body tingle. We were both buzzing with magic when Vivian arrived to announce that our private dream rooms were ready. She led us through a door on the right and down a glowing orange hallway. Five dark-stained wooden doors lined the right wall. Behind each door was a small room built directly over a strong magic channel that flowed out of the Hell gate below us. I could feel the pull of the seductive energy as Vivian locked Tonya inside her personal room. She flipped over an hourglass on a stand by the door to start her session timer. Then she led me down to the next room and locked me inside it.

My personal room was lit by glowing orange walls. A red velvet swooning couch stood in the center of the floor. I felt extremely sleepy by that point, so I laid down on the couch and let my mind mingle with the potent magic rising through the floor.

I woke up in my bed sometime later. I was back in Cemetery Hill Dorm, wearing my favorite white nightgown and sitting under my comfy wool blanket. My oil lamp was lit on my nightstand. The moon was glowing bright outside the windows, illuminating the chapel, mist, and acres of gravestones on Cemetery Hill. Tonya’s bed was empty and disarranged, making me think she had gone to the bathroom.

“What a weird dream,” I whispered as I tried to recall my night on the town with Tonya.

That adventure felt like a distant dream, making me think we drank too much before it ended. I shrugged and turned down my lamp. The dirty witch book Tonya dropped on my bed that morning was sitting on the nightstand. I smiled and picked it up before I snuggled down under my blanket. I ran my fingers over the textured image of the woman. Seeing her restrained and molested by snake-like tentacles made me warm between my legs. Since there was no sign of Tonya, I reached under my blanket and pulled my nightgown up. Then I shoved my underwear down and kicked them off my feet.

I took a deep breath and spread my legs. I gently ran my fingertips between them, caressing my swollen skin. I moaned as I worked my growing moisture out of my opening and spread it over my clit. A shudder ran through my body as I played with my delicate bulb. I turned the book over to see the tentacle shoved inside the woman’s stretch cunt. I slid a finger inside myself at that point, provoking a rush of tingles. I massaged my vaginal walls, pretending the thick tentacle was invading my pussy. I groaned and squeezed my thighs tighter around my hand, mentally begging the tentacle to fuck me mercilessly like the woman in the picture. I rocked my hips as I worked my fingers through the slippery juices that were starting to drip out of me. I dropped the book on my pillow so I could use my free hand to squeeze my left tit through my nightgown.

My nipples were hard pebbles as they strained against the fabric. I chewed my lip and pinched my left nipple hard enough to hurt. I squirmed and panted until my cunt tightened on my fingers. I gasped and cried out as I pretended the tentacle was pumping me full of thick semen. My own juices rushed out of me at that point, soaking my hand and thighs until I was sitting in a puddle. I smiled as my body came down from the height. I continued to massage my dripping pussy as it twitched with little orgasmic aftershocks. Sleep was starting to tug at my brain, but a soft chuckle somewhere in the room gave me a fright. I gasped and sat up. The lamp and moon were giving me plenty of light to see by.

“Kent, was that you?” I whispered as I squinted into the darkest corners of the room, expecting to see his misty gray eyes staring back.

Silence followed my question. I was fully awake at that point. I wanted to crawl out of bed and change my soaked nightgown, but I was too spooked by the phantom chuckle to move. Suddenly, something horrifying caught my attention. The blanket at the foot of my bed was moving. Something was slithering under it. I froze in absolute horror at that point. My pulse was thumping in my ears as I watched the snake-like creature slithering closer to my legs under the blanket. Terror seized me, and I shut my eyes. I let out a psychic scream even more powerful than the one I used in the yard, but nothing happened. I could feel the blanket shifting as the monster slithered up between my legs.

“Oh fuck. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream,” I squeaked when something smooth and slimy brushed against my inner thigh.

“It’s alright, Gilda. He’s my pet. He likes your smell,” whispered a familiar voice.

“Kent?” I gasped as my eyes flew open to see the handsome apparition standing at the foot of my bed. He was smiling.

“You wanted this, Gilda. So I brought my pet here to fulfill your darkest fantasy,” he whispered as he reached down and stroked the snake-like appendage through the blanket. “Beast, have your way with the cute little witch. Tease her until she begs for what she really wants,” he whispered.

“No!” I gasped as hoards of slimy pink tentacles rose up on each side of the bed.

They had bulbous tips and different thicknesses, making them look like long, misshapen penises. The pungent smell of semen accompanied them. They were glistening with spunk. I shrieked as they wrapped around my wrists and neck and yanked me down on the mattress. The blanket was tossed aside as more tentacles tore into my nightgown, ripping it off my breasts, thighs, and stomach. My ankles and knees were snared and pulled apart, locking my legs open. I fought against their hold as more tentacles slithered around my breasts and squeezed them into plump balls. Slimy appendages were slithering all over my body, massaging me and making my skin hot. The thickest tentacle between my legs made its presence known by pressing its slimy head against my wet opening.

“Oh god, don’t,” I whimpered as I squirmed against my meaty restraints.

A demon was going to slither inside my most intimate hole, and I couldn’t stop it. It was working its slimy head against my cunt, parting my lips little by little, drawing my juices out. In spite of my horror, I was getting hot. My inner muscles tightened and twitched as the monster pushed against them, threatening to force them apart so it could push inside me. I was tingling and getting wetter as it teased my hole. Part of me wanted the nasty thing to force its way inside me. I knew the carnal penetration would feel good.

My eyelids were heavy as I looked down at the thickest tentacle. It was playing in my cunt juices. It looked like a fat pink snake curled into an S between my thighs, ready to spring into my vagina at any moment. Kent was still standing at the foot of the bed, smiling like a devil as he watched me squirm and drip. Moonlight was shining through him from behind, giving him a silver glow.

“My sweet little witch, your body is longing to feel the monster’s thickest appendage. Is it not?” he whispered.

“Please, Kent. Make it stop. I don’t want a demon inside me,” I panted.

“Then why is your pussy swollen and pouting? Beast, tease her a little more. Those perky tits deserve attention.”

“No!” I gasped as tiny tentacles with long, bumpy heads slithered around my nipples and squeezed them into hard peaks.

I gasped and cringed as they used their bumpy heads to swirl and flick my red pebbles, hurting them until my breasts ached underneath. The pain doubled the tingling in my cunt. I didn’t understand why my body was reacting like that.

“Please stop,” I groaned as I squirmed against the bed, getting hotter and hotter with each painful caress.

I was trying hard not to rock my pelvis down and force my aching cunt against the thick tentacle that was massaging my labia. God, I wanted to, but I didn’t want Kent to know.

“Does that hurt, my tasty little witch?” Kent chuckled.

“Yes, make it stop, please!” I growled as I fought to get loose.

I desperately wanted to rub my clit so I could cum. It was sad that I wanted to do that more than escape.

“Ease off for a moment, Beast. Let her rest,” he ordered.

The small tentacles obeyed and slithered off my nipples, leaving them raw and throbbing. I whimpered and groaned as I shifted against the mattress. I desperately needed release in more ways than one.

“Freshmen are so innocent and easy. You and Beast are shamelessly enjoying each other. How shall I torment you next, Gilda? I bet you’ve never had this part of your body explored,” he chuckled.

Suddenly, something small and slimy pressed against my dirtiest hole, making me gasp and tense.

“Oh god, not that!” I gasped as it slowly began to force me open in spite of my efforts to keep it out.

It was a losing battle. I was soaked everywhere at that point, and the tentacles were naturally slippery. I quickly moved my hips and squirmed, trying to evade it.

“Relax, Gilda. Tensing will make it painful. You probably like that, though. Don’t you?”

“No! Please don’t!”

That’s when it pressed hard against my clenched muscles, making me cry out. It was going to enter me, and I couldn’t stop it.

“Don’t! It’s disgusting!” I whimpered as my body gave way.

The tentacle’s swollen head popped inside me, and I gasped from the shock of it. I felt every inch as it slithered deeper into my sensitive plumbing, making my inner muscles twitch from the strange sensation. My body was betraying me as it tingled with enjoyment.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as its girth stretched my perineum and pressed against my birth canal.

The pressure felt wonderful after being so desperate for it. I couldn’t believe I actually liked having something in my ass. My eyes rolled back when it suddenly reversed its course and slid out again, causing a delicious tickle inside my anus. Then it began fucking my dirty hole. I made a pathetic noise of ecstasy as it slowly stroked in and out of me, satisfying the painful arousal that had my genitals swollen and dripping.

“That’s a very good girl. Don’t fight it,” Kent whispered.

“Mmm… yes,” I groaned as I gave in and rocked my hips into its thrusts.

The sharp tingles just inside my anus were thrilling. It was a completely new sensation that I had avoided out of fear and disgust. I could easily cum if it kept going a little bit longer.

“There we go. Complete surrender. That’s what I wanted to see,” Kent hummed in approval. “Now, on to my next goal. How easily will my little witch cum for me?” he chuckled.

I was ridiculously close to cumming when the tentacle suddenly slid right out of me, leaving me on the biting edge.

“Fuck! Don’t stop! Let me cum,” I whimpered and squirmed against my restraints.

“Not yet. Play my dirty game, and I’ll let you have your release. Will you give me what I want?”

I gulped and nodded in defeat. I had no clue what Kent wanted. I was desperate. I would do almost anything for an orgasm at that point.

“That’s a good girl. I want you to be honest with me, Gilda. Did you enjoy having your nipples pinched and tortured?”

I whimpered and nodded.

“Indeed. Did you enjoy having your disgusting smaller hole stretched, hurt, and fucked by a slimy tentacle?”

I sighed in shame and nodded again as I looked at the ghost’s smug grin.

“Did you enjoy cumming with my spirit inside you?” he whispered.

I stared at him for a moment. My body was tingling more as he recounted everything I had enjoyed.

“Yes. I loved you inside me,” I confessed.

His smile deepened, making my cunt twitch with want. The thickest tentacle still had its slimy head gently pressed against my swollen labia. Just enough to tease without any hope of satisfaction. When Kent smiled, it pushed a little harder against my hole.

“Your answers please me, Gilda. I shall pleasure you in return. Beast, satisfy her until she can’t take it anymore.”

With that command, the tentacles surged forward and invaded me. The thick snake between my legs crammed its bulbous head against my swollen cunt and wriggled into my tight canal, stretching me wide around its slimy girth. I gasped with pleasure as my abdomen bulged to contain its thickness. An equally meaty tentacle took advantage of my opened mouth. It silenced my short cry as it slithered between my lips, smearing its pungent slime all over my tongue and mouth. I gagged as it prodded against the back of my throat. It was thrusting like it was pleasuring itself. I couldn’t escape the musty smell and taste of semen. It was making my cunt ache. Another tentacle quickly wriggled back into my dirty hole, adding more shocking pressure between my legs. My nipples were ensnared, squeezed, and forced into hard peaks for more brutal rubbing and flicking. My eyes rolled back as my body jerked with orgasm. I shook and squirmed as juices spurted out of my cunt, soaking the biggest tentacle and the sheets.

The release was exquisite yet short. The aggressive pumping kept me in a feverish state. I could barely breathe, and I didn’t care. The first orgasm simply rolled into another one. I groaned and tensed in a breathless struggle against the painful pleasure. My hips bucked against the mattress and the air. The thickest tentacle was pumping deeper and deeper, pounding against my innermost parts. My body was eagerly opening for it, starving for more brutal fucking. Another small tentacle with a bumpy tip slithered over my mound so it could massage my clit. Its hard lumps rolled over my sensitive bulb and jolted my cunt with pleasure. I was shocked and ashamed by my reactions. I loved having my pussy mercilessly stretched and fucked. Kent and his demon were giving me something I had secretly wanted.

“You should see yourself, Gilda. You are magnificent. Feed my monster with your ravenous appetite, and he will feed you. She needs more, Beast.”

Kent’s words echoed in my head like he was moving away from me. Or perhaps I was being pulled into Hell by his Beast. I tensed as more tentacles pressed against my anus and began wriggling inside it. I groaned and trembled with another orgasm as they stretched me wide and fucked me out of sync. I didn’t know my body could enjoy what they were doing. The tentacles began swelling in their excitement. Beast needed release too, and I knew what was about to happen.

A low groan rumbled through the floor as the tentacles swelled and bulged inside me and around me. Their fucking became fast and vicious as the demon worked itself into a fit of pleasure. The bed creaked and shuddered, and I grunted under the strain of the swollen tentacles pushing deeper into my many holes. My eyes flew open when gushes of hot semen began pouring into my body. Hot cream spilled down my throat faster than I could swallow it, and when I couldn’t swallow it, salty spunk puffed my cheeks before bursting out of my lips around the tentacle. The hot liquid pouring into my cunt and ass made my hips buck with pleasure. My eyes rolled back as I endured the demon’s release. I feared I would drown beneath its sticky flood.

Then I felt something strange and wonderful. Magic was surging into my body along with the torrents of cum. It was feeding and strengthening me better than a fortification spell. I quickly tapped into the demon’s horny flow of magic and pulled on it with all my might. The monster shuddered and groaned as I fed on its cum and pleasure. It was something I knew I could do, but I didn’t know my draw was that powerful. Clarity and magic hit me like a breath of fresh air, and I finally opened my eyes.

I was actually lying on the swooning couch in the dream room at the Hellfire Nights Lounge. My dress was in shreds around me, and I was covered in sweat and my own arousal. Most of my right fingers were buried deep in my cunt, with my little finger in my anus. I was hungrily sucking my left fingers and massaging the back of my tongue. I tensed with an orgasm as I remembered the brutal tentacle fucking from my magic-fueled dream. I pumped my aching hand against my trembling inner muscles and sucked hard on my fingers, pretending the monster was still inside me. The amount of magic surging through me was euphoric. Something wasn’t right, and I was too horny to care.

Suddenly, the floor beneath the couch shuddered, and I heard stones crumbling. The pungent smell of semen permeated the air as a low groan echoed through the room. Then, to my horny delight, a thick pink tentacle rose up from the floor at the foot of the couch. It glistened like a fleshy snake in the orange glow of the room. My cunt tightened with arousal as I spread my legs wide and beckoned it to come closer. I desperately wanted it inside me. I needed it to stretch my overly aroused cunt. More tentacles rose up from the floor around me and seized my wrists, ankles, and knees. They gently pulled me down on the couch and spread me wide, presenting me to Beast’s thickest appendage. My heart pounded in anticipation as the mammoth tentacle lowered its head between my thighs. I shuddered to feel its slimy head press against my drenched opening.

“Fuck me, Beast. I need it,” I groaned and flexed my inner muscles, willing it to enter me.

“Gilda!” screamed a distant muffled voice followed by frantic banging.

The voice sounded upset, but it was much too far away to turn my attention. I would enjoy Beast long before the voice reached me.

“Move! The wolves are here!” cried another distant voice.

An instant later, the door exploded as two hulking brown wolves crashed through it and landed in the room. I screamed as they ripped into the tentacles with their massive fangs. A demonic roar shook the building as Beast yanked his tentacles back through the holes in the floor. The wolves transformed into men once the demon retreated. Simon’s big copper eyes met mine for an instant, then they grew wider as they drifted down my naked body. I was lying on the couch with my legs wide open and my swollen red cunt dripping with need.

“Get her out of here before it comes back!” Ash yelled at Simon, snapping his attention away from my lewd display.

He stepped over and effortlessly scooped me off the couch, and rushed me out of the dream room. Tonya and Vivian were waiting in the hall with looks of terror on their faces.

“Gilda! What happened? We couldn’t get the door to open! Are you alright?” Tonya called as she and Vivian hurried after Simon.

I was too disoriented and horny to even process her question. My body ached with need in ways I had never felt before. Not to mention Simon smelled absolutely delicious as he crushed my naked body against his warm chest. We entered the lounge, and Vivian pointed Simon towards our empty booth. The entire room was on their feet and staring curiously at the naked werewolf as he laid a naked witch on the velvet bench. They likely had questions after feeling the building shaking. Simon effortlessly shoved the granite table out of the booth so he and Tonya could reach me.

“What happened? What’s wrong with her?” Simon demanded as he wiped the sweat off my forehead.

I was trembling and panting as strange magic danced through my veins and provoked my arousal. I could feel Beast’s desire for me pulsing through the floor from the direction of the dream room. I seriously needed something in my cunt before I went mad.

“The damn door was magically sealed when I tried to open it,” Vivian began. “I immediately sent for Terrance, our warlock bouncer, to unlock it, but someone had attacked him in his office and petrified him. That’s when I sent for wolves. Someone planned this. Gilda was locked in that room to bait a demon through the gate. She was in there for ten extra minutes. It was just enough.”

“Simon!” Ash called as he rushed into the lounge and over to our booth. “We need a witch or a warlock to seal the cavern breach, or the demon will push through it again. I’m going to call more wolves into the building in case it does,” he said in a rush before he morphed into a wolf and bounded out of the lounge.

“Shit, can you seal it?” Simon asked as he looked at Tonya.

“No. I’m just a freshman,” she whimpered.

“Fantastic,” he muttered and looked at Vivian. “See if there is someone in here that can secure the floor. Then evacuate the building. We don’t know how much damage the demon caused. The whole building could crumble into the Hell gate if it attacks again.”

“Holy shit, I should have stayed home tonight,” Vivian grumbled before she hurried over to the stage to call the room to attention.

An ache of horny need suddenly tightened my crotch, making me groan and squirm against the bench. I was fighting the urge to bury my fingers in my cunt and relieve it.

“Tonya, she looks really sick,” Simon said worriedly. “Did she drink or eat anything weird tonight?”

“She had a beer at your lounge and a dream potion. That’s it.”

“Do you remember who brought the drinks to your table?”

“Yeah. His name is Corvin.”

“Go find him and bring him here. I want to talk to him. Also, close the curtains. My ass is cold in this drafty room,” he grumbled.

“Sure, I’ll be right back,” Tonya nodded.

She stepped out of the booth and closed the heavy drapes behind her, giving our naked selves some needed privacy. Simon sighed and looked at me with his brow creased.

“Gilda, can you hear me? Can you talk?” he asked as he brushed my sweaty hair off my forehead.

“Need… relief,” I stammered and raised a trembling hand. My vision was beginning to blur.

“Relief? What do you mean? What can I do?” he asked as he grasped my hand and squeezed it.

His soft touch helped me focus, and I quickly pulled his hand down against my stomach. His big copper eyes filled with concern as I dragged his hand down my abdomen and over my mound. He gulped when I guided it between my legs and pressed his fingers against my swollen cunt. I moaned and rocked my hips as I pushed his fingers into the slippery mess oozing out of me.

“Gilda, what are you doing?” he whispered and started to pull his hand away.

“Don’t,” I growled and squeezed my legs together, trapping our hands between my thighs.

I used my fingers to shove his thicker fingers into my pussy, stretching the horny muscles open. I groaned in relief and squeezed his digits with my inner muscles as I rocked my hips. It was good, but it wasn’t enough.

“Rub me, Simon, please,” I begged.

“Okay, I hope I don’t regret this,” he gulped and began working his fingers inside me.

My eyes rolled back, and I groaned as his strong fingers massaged deep into my vagina, stimulating the overly horny muscles. I was ridiculously wet as he finally soothed the throbbing ache. The pleasure gave me clarity as my body absorbed some of his energy. Sexual gratification could energize me and help me purge bad magic by replacing it with something good, and Simon was all kinds of good. The blurriness in my vision cleared as I focused on his handsome face. He gave me a soft smile as he explored my slippery warmth. His neck and face were blushing with arousal, making him more alluring. That’s when I realized what I really wanted.

I smiled and let my gaze trail down his lean stomach and mound until I discovered his handsome erection pointing at my shoulder. He gulped when I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed it, admiring his girth. Then I gently tugged him closer and guided his tip into my mouth. He let out a shaky breath as I sucked on his glans, drawing a drop of saltiness onto my tongue. My cunt twitched with want as I enjoyed his taste and smell. I grasped the base of his cock and pumped him as I drew his tip deeper into my mouth, lavishing it with licks and sucks. He let out a soft groan and thrust against my tongue as he fingered me deeper.

I quickly squeezed my right tit with my free hand, pinching my nipple and rolling it between my fingers. Simon used his free hand to assist in the effort. His large palm felt wonderful, squeezing my heavy tit. Healthy heat and arousal rolled out of him and into my body, fueling my thirst for his cum. Getting more of him inside me was in my best interest at that moment. He chewed his lip as he watched his meat disappearing between my red lips. A few seconds later, he groaned and shook as an orgasm rushed through his cock. I squeezed his shaft and sucked him through the spasms as copious amounts of salty cum burst against my tongue. I swallowed it like I was starving, and in a way, I was. I had been drenched with demonic magic in the dream room. It completely diluted my nature magic. Werewolves had an abundance of nature energy to help a disoriented witch. As my clarity returned, I was beginning to suspect someone spiked my dream potion. It had left me weak and defenseless against the demon.

Simon’s delicious cum revived me and left me squirming with orgasm. He felt my cunt tighten on his fingers and immediately worked them faster inside me, massaging me through the breath-stealing tingles. I groaned and sucked hungrily on his spent cock, enjoying the last salty drops of semen lingering in his shaft. My own juices rushed out of me, soaking my legs and Simon’s hand as I crushed it between my thighs. I was glad he was supernaturally strong. He wouldn’t have been able to finger me through my thighs’ death-grip otherwise.

“Ease off, Gilda. You drained me,” he panted as I greedily sucked his tip.

I forced myself to release him before I hurt him. I was still reeling from the demon attack, but my mind was no longer scattered.

“Sorry. Thank you, Simon,” I breathed as I relaxed on the cushioned bench, feeling slightly hungover.

“You’re welcome, Gilda. Thank you too,” he whispered and pulled his fingers out of me so he could massage his aching hand.

His fingers were glistening with my arousal. He smirked before sticking them in his mouth for a taste. He groaned as he sucked them clean, making me chuckle.

“Wow, Gilda. You taste as good as you smell. Can I enjoy more of it later, maybe?” he grinned.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked with an eyebrow raised.

“No.”

“You do now. And, yes, you can have more later. Thank you for reviving me, Simon. Sorry for being aggressive. I was starving for good magic,” I breathed as I touched his warm chest, slowly running my fingers through the small patch of golden hair along his breastbone.

“No problem. I’m shocked the rumors are true. Witches really can heal themselves with pleasure,” he smiled.

“It’s a little more complicated than that. It’s a healthy energy exchange. Arousal excites my magic and helps me pull energy from my lover. Cum is like an addictive health potion for me. I crave it more than I care to admit,” I chuckled.

“I think I’m going to enjoy being in a relationship with you,” he smiled as he ran his fingers through my sweaty hair.

“I’m back!” Tonya announced as she threw open the black curtains. “I found Corvin and some extra robes,” she said as she stepped in with our handsome vampire waiter behind her.

We wrapped ourselves in the black robes with “Hellfire Nights” embroidered on the back. Then Simon pulled Corvin off to the side for an interrogation. Tonya sat next to me and held my head in her lap so we could watch the excitement in the lounge. Ash returned with eight more wolves, ready for a demon battle. Vivian had collected a small group of witches and warlocks from the lounge patrons to try their hands at repairing the floor in the dream room. A Witch Warden had been summoned from the castle to assist in the task.

I watched as Vivian explained what happened to the concerned customers as she waved the repair crew towards the back hall. The handsome man with black hair and bright gray eyes was in the lead. He met my gaze and grinned as he reached up and ruffled his hair, allowing the black locks to fall carelessly over his forehead. That’s when I recognized him. It was my ghost stalker in the flesh!

“KENT!” I screamed as I sat up and pointed at him, causing him to freeze in alarm.

He looked shocked to see me awake and able to speak. That’s when I knew the piece of shit was behind everything. He knew I had been drugged. I released a psychic scream into the room that sent everyone to the floor except for the werewolves. They were naturally resistant to psychic magic.

“Gilda! What the fuck?” Simon gasped as he looked at the people writhing in agony all over the room.

“He’s behind the demon attack!” I growled as I pointed at Kent with a trembling hand.

Kent was on his knees, clutching his head. He wasn’t writhing in complete agony like everyone else. He had fortified himself somehow. I was using every bit of the strength Simon gave me to keep him down. The instant Simon sprang forward to grab him, Kent pulled a red crystal wand from his jacket pocket and blasted him back with a wind spell.

“No!” I screamed as Simon crashed into the stone wall over the booth.

He landed unconscious between Tonya and Corvin as they continued to writhe on the floor. Kent was glaring at me as a powerful tornado concentrated around him, preventing the other wolves from touching him without getting hurled across the room.

“Fuck,” I whimpered as my vision began to blur.

A sinister smile crept over Kent’s face when he sensed my psychic attack failing.

“Goodnight, my pretty little witch. I’ll see you again soon,” he called before the world fell black and silent.

I awoke on the floor sometime later. Simon, Ash, Tonya, Vivian, Corvin, and Matron Blair were crowded around me with worried looks on their faces.

“Shit, Gilda. Thank the spirits you’re awake,” Tonya breathed in relief as she and Simon helped me back to the velvet cushioned bench.

I wobbled a little, prompting Simon to sit down next to me and wrap his arm around my waist. I groaned in exhaustion and leaned into his comforting touch.

“Gilda, are you alright?” asked Matron Blair as she sat down next to me and used her finger to lift my chin.

She was searching my eyes and spirit to see if I was all there.

“I think so. I’m just exhausted. What happened after I passed out?”

“McKenton escaped,” Ash grumbled.

“McKenton? Is that Kent’s real name?” I asked.

“That’s what he called himself ten years ago,” Simon began. “That’s how long he’s been missing. Before he disappeared, he summoned a demon through the Hell gate on Halloween, intending to use it to enslave Igdon. My father and his wolf pack fought McKenton and the demon, forcing them back into the cavern so the warlocks and witches could send them through the gate. They thought they succeeded until tonight. How do you know what McKenton looks like, Gilda?”

“He’s been haunting me since I arrived at Warden Castle. Now I know why he didn’t want anyone else to see him. He’s not actually dead!”

“He has been spirit jumping into your dorm room?” Matron Blair asked in disbelief.

“Yes. He’s a master at it. He could linger around me for more than twenty minutes at a time. I really thought he was a ghost, and he set me up. He used me to lure another demon through the gate.”

“We don’t think the demon escaped the gate’s magic channels,” Ash added. “It was surging through the channel to ensnare you when we broke into the room and stopped it. Had we arrived a minute later, the building might not be standing. Since the building didn’t fall, McKenton planned to walk right into the dream room and finish what he started. Until you stopped him, Gilda. Thanks for that. It was impressive.”

“But he still got away. Do you know where he is?” I asked with a gulp.

“We’re searching for him,” Simon answered. “Every magic authority in the city is on high alert until we find him. There’s not much else we can do. He’s a gifted warlock. He’s been on the run for ten years. No one saw this coming.”

Simon escorted us back to Warden Castle in his wolf form while we rode in Matron Blair’s personal carriage. He promised five wolves from his pack would be patrolling the castle grounds in shifts until the danger passed. Halloween would be optimal for another attack.

Jane and Matron Blair cast twenty minutes’ worth of demon and spirit warding spells in our dorm room before they left Tonya and me alone for the night. We collapsed on our beds in exhaustion, but we were too anxious to fall asleep. It was already Halloween morning, and we could feel the magic channels swelling from the surge of energy flowing freely between the land of the living and the realm of the dead.

“Holy shit,” Tonya whispered as she climbed out of bed and looked out the northernmost window.

“What is it?” I asked as I stepped over and looked at Cemetery Hill.

A chill of terror ran up my spine to see ghostly apparitions walking through the mist among the acres of gravestones. There were thousands of them wandering through the valley under the moonlight. I could see wolves ducking in and out of the mist and shadows as they ran their patrols. They were a comforting sight in spite of the death parade around them.

“If this is what it’s like out here, I wonder how bad it is in the city,” I whispered.

“I don’t want to know. I’m glad we left when we did. If you need me, I’ll have my head under the blanket until the sun rises.”

When the sun finally rose six hours later, it didn’t make much of a difference. The gloomy clouds and smoke returned to block its beautiful glow, allowing the ghosts and ghouls to continue their lonely wandering through the countryside. We got on with our day the best we could. The Halloween power trials were canceled since most of the senior Witch Wardens were called into the city to help beef up its demonic defenses.

I went back to the dorm room alone after lunch to take a sorely needed nap while the sun was still up. Tonya promised she would be up to join me before too long. She had a thirty-minute tutoring session with her cousin, Jane, to work on her attack spells. I collapsed on my bed with my clothes on and let out a tired sigh. I hoped Simon and his pack found time to sleep that day too. I rolled over and shoved my hand under my pillow like I normally did and hit something hard.

“Ouch, what the hell?” I grumbled as I yanked the dirty witch book out from under it. “Oh… Tonya must have shoved it under my pillow to hide it from Matron Blair.”

I stared at the erotic picture on the cover, and a shudder of fear ran through my body. The demon that attacked me in the dream room looked like the demon on the cover. It wasn’t spawned from my imagination. The tentacle demon was real, and someone sent me a book with the damn thing drawn on the cover. I had completely glazed over the connection until that point. There was no doubt in my mind of who sent the book to me, and it was high time I looked inside it. I pulled it open and read the dedication poem at the front, and my stomach dropped.

“My demon is hungry

I must keep him fed

And my cute little witch

Is alone in her bed

She is horny and wet

As demons dance in her head

I want to touch her and fuck her

And force her to beg

She delights in my cum

As it drips down her leg

Her juices are flowing

As her nipples turn red

Are you horny, little witch?

Does your pussy need fed?

You’ll find me eagerly waiting

At the foot of your bed.”

As soon as I read the last line of the poem. A soft chuckle in the room sent my heart into my throat.

“Are you startled, little witch? You shouldn’t be. I told you I was coming.”

I looked up in shock to see Kent standing at the foot of my bed. He wasn’t a ghost anymore. His shiny black hair was lying in half-curled locks on his forehead above his thick black eyebrows. His large gray eyes shined in his handsome face. His full lips were slightly lifted in a smirk. He was dressed in a tuxedo fit for a prince. The jacket was black cashmere with delicate silk embroidery around the edges. White silk ruffles spilled out of his cuffs and collar, and a red satin waistcoat added a perfect splash of warmth. I should have been absolutely terrified at that moment. Instead, my body tingled at the sight of him.

“H… how?” I stammered as I searched his eyes.

“If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m definitely not going to tell you,” he grinned.

“Are you going to hurt me?”

“If you want me to, but that’s not why I’m here. I need your help, Gilda,” he said as he walked around the bed and sat down close to me.

I flinched when he reached up and ran his fingers into my hair. He chuckled at my reaction. Warmth and arousal flowed out of his skin where he touched me. It was a familiar draw. My own body could do it.

“My beautiful little witch, your body is magically gifted. It dominates and pulls energy channels closer to your soul. When you’re aroused, you pull the channels inside you. You have no idea how valuable a talent like that is when you’re close to a Hell gate. Your arousal alone can remap the channels of Igdon. My body has a similar gift, but it’s not as strong as yours. With the aid of a wand, I can see and bend spirit channels like string, but Hell gate channels resist me. I haven’t identified any channels that can resist you. You’re a dominatrix in your own special way. It’s incredibly arousing,” he whispered close to my lips.

His sweet breath on my mouth made me ridiculously hot. My body was still hungry after the hell I went through at the lounge, and Kent’s energy was appetizing since it wasn’t actually evil. It wasn’t as pure and tasty as Simon’s energy, but it’s hard to be picky when you’re starving.

“Why are you so desperate to bend the Hell gate channel?” I whispered.

“Isn’t it obvious? I need the channel in a less guarded place. I want to pull my pet through it so he can help me rule Igdon. I can draw on his spirit energy when he’s close. He can make me unstoppable. We both got a taste of that power at the lounge. It was fucking thrilling,” he breathed before he kissed me.

The tasty shock of magic I pulled from his lips was also thrilling. He quickly pulled away when he felt it.

“Oh, my little witch is hungry,” he chuckled. “Your draw is another impressive talent. Your mother is a succubus, isn’t she?” he grinned.

“Yes,” I sighed in defeat.

“Do you crave blood?” he whispered curiously.

“No.”

“Do you crave cum?” he grinned.

I rolled my eyes and nodded.

“You are the best kind of witch in my book. If you help me, I can make you a queen, Gilda. The realm will bend to our appetites, starting with Igdon. You can have your own harem of potent young men, and the demon can give you unholy amounts of power to control them. Does that sound tempting?”

It was very tempting, but it was also evil. Kent wanted to enslave and feed on everything. He had the appetite of a demon, and it would eventually destroy him. I was only a freshman, but I understood the burden of power. The Principles of Balance were preached every day at the Witch Warden Academy. First and foremost, a witch or warlock should never try to control something more powerful than themselves. I felt the demon’s full power in the dream room. Kent was an arrogant fool to think he could command the monster once it escaped Hell.

“I can’t help you, Kent. You don’t know what you’re asking,” I whispered as I looked into his misty gray eyes.

“Oh, but I do. If you don’t help me, I’ll command that army of spirits on Cemetery Hill to attack your pet wolf. They can rip his soul right out of his mangy body. Good luck getting it back inside him before he dies,” he grinned.

My heart dropped at that threat.

“You’re bluffing. No one can control spirits like that.”

“Oh, really? Test me and see how it ends for your wolf. I was alive when they pushed me into the Hell gate ten years ago. It fucked me up, Gilda. Do you know what it’s like to have your soul repeatedly ripped out of your body by a hoard of evil spirits? They were trying to possess my dying corpse. They would do anything to be alive again and escape the Hell pit. I learned from their ravenous hunger. I know their weaknesses and simple motivations. My pet demon helped me escape the pit before I lost my sanity and burned alive. I promised to free him in return.”

“Why do you need me if you can control an army of spirits? Why not use them to attack Igdon?”

“That’s like throwing a hay bale at a brick wall. It takes hundreds of spirits to rip a soul out of a werewolf. It would take millions of spirits to overthrow Igdon. I wouldn’t need you or the demon if I had that kind of power. Stop playing dumb and help me, Gilda. I don’t really want to hurt anyone. I just want to enslave them. So, if you want to keep your mangy mutt safe, all you have to do is help me. You’ll get copious amounts of pleasure and cum in return. You’ll benefit from this just as much as I will,” he smiled as he slid his hand along my inner thigh and into my dress.

I shuddered with tingles as he massaged my cunt through my underwear. God… why did I have to be so horny all the time? Why was I so easily aroused? Why did I crave cum more than chocolate? Being a succubus hybrid was terribly unfair when you were trying to be good.

“Oh yes, my little witch is already soaked. Give in to your darkest fantasy, Gilda. I can make it come true. You deserve the mind-numbing pleasure,” he whispered as he worked his fingers into my underwear.

I groaned as he parted my swollen lips and pushed his middle finger deep inside me, massaging my horny cunt.

“You are perfectly tight and slippery. Can my demon and I both fuck you?” he whispered.

“Yes, please,” I breathed as he used the base of his finger to massage my clit.

Once he had me too horny to think straight, he pulled the dirty witch book out of my grip and tossed it over his shoulder. It fell to the floor with a heavy thump. I thought it was strange for such a small book to make such a loud noise, but I was too horny to care.

“Very good, Gilda. Open your body to me and pull my horny demon closer. You know what the channel feels like. Use it to call him into your bed. Show us how hungry you are,” he whispered as he pushed me down on the mattress and stood on his knees between my legs.

I watched him as he pulled the red crystal wand from his jacket pocket and placed it safely on my nightstand. Then he proceeded to unbutton his jacket and waistcoat. They were soon tossed to the floor, followed by his frilly silk shirt. His chest was lean, pale, and covered in painful-looking scars. It was like many clawed hands had torn through his flesh.

“This is what a trip to Hell can do to a man,” he whispered as he touched the worst of his scars along his right side. “This one almost killed me,” he grinned.

My pussy ached as I watched his hands unbuttoning his black slacks to free the thick flesh that was pressing angrily against the fabric. I licked my lips as he presented me with his heavy cock. He watched me carefully as he stroked it, provoking more wetness in my mouth and cunt.

“Summon the channel, Gilda. Then I’ll give you what you want and leave your wolf alone.”

It was stupidly easy for me to summon the Hell channel straight out of the earth below us. Kent knew my abilities better than I did. He groaned and shuddered as the potent magic flowed through our flesh from the floor below, renewing his connection with his demonic pet.

“That’s perfect,” he smiled as he slowly raised his hands.

I gasped when two small pink tentacles shot up from behind the footboard and coiled in his palms like pet snakes. The smell of semen permeated the room as fifty more tentacles slowly rose up around the bed with their slimy heads pointing at me.

“Welcome back, Beast,” Kent smiled. “This is Gilda. She is the tasty witch that will help pull the rest of your body through the channel. I want to enjoy her with you while you gather your strength. Remove her clothes for me, please.”

Slimy tentacles instantly descended on me and wriggled into my dress and underwear. They tore the fabric off my body like it was paper. Then they seized my wrists, knees, and ankles and secured me against the mattress.

“Thank you, Beast. Give me a few minutes to enjoy her before you join in,” he ordered.

I gulped as Kent lowered his face between my legs and licked inside me. His hot tongue and lips felt wonderful pressed into my dripping cunt. He groaned as he lapped up my juices and sucked on my clit, making my legs twitch. He licked me until I was ready to explode, then he quickly drew away and crawled over me. I tensed when he caught my right nipple between his teeth. He nibbled and sucked it, making the horny ache in my cunt worse. Then he moved over to my left nipple and nibbled it even harder. I groaned and squirmed from the rough stimulation, wishing he would touch my pussy with his meat so I could cum.

“You smell and taste amazing, Gilda. I’m looking forward to our future together,” he whispered as he reached down and guided his dripping tip against my cunt.

I chewed my lip as he pulled his glans through my juices, threatening to penetrate the tight muscles that desperately needed stimulation, but he eased off and smiled at my frustration.

“I think this will be my favorite hole,” he whispered as he pressed against me again, making my pussy twitch with want. “On second thought, maybe it will be this one,” he grinned and quickly lowered his tip and pressed it hard against my dirtier hole.

I gasped and tensed as he pushed his slippery tip hard against my anus, stretching it around his glans.

“Don’t! That hurts, and it’s gross!” I whimpered as I fought my meaty restraints.

“Awe, am I too big for you, Gilda?” he whispered as he backed off a little, but not enough for my comfort.

“You’re massive. I’ve never had a man or a demon in my ass outside of my dreams,” I panted.

“I see. I’ll let Beast warm that hole up first. In the meantime, I shall indulge in your tastiest hole,” he said as he returned his tip to my cunt.

I gasped when he penetrated me. He was thick, and I was tight. It felt incredible to be stretched open deep inside. It had been months since anything besides a hand had explored my pussy. I clutched at his girth and shuddered as he began to pump inside me. He moaned in delight as he relaxed against my breasts and kissed me. He was simply making love to me, and it was wonderful. Magic flowed between us where our skin touched, chasing away the exhaustion from the battle at the lounge. Kent massaged the back of my neck with his warm hand as he explored inside my mouth with his tongue. I suddenly wished I weren’t restrained so I could embrace him. To my astonishment, the tentacles holding my wrists withdrew, allowing me to wrap my arms around him. He moaned in approval as I ran my fingers through his silky hair and pulled his mouth harder against mine. He fucked me harder as I worked my hips into his thrusts, making him hit deeper inside me. The energy around us was growing thicker as we fucked, taking on a life of its own. A powerful orgasm hit me all at once. I gasped and sank my nails into Kent’s arms. He groaned and tensed when he felt my pussy clutching hungrily at his meat. He fucked me through the spasms as his cum burst hot and thick inside me, sending a rush of energy into my abdomen. My body absorbed it like a sponge.

“That’s a neat trick,” he breathed when he felt what was happening. “I have a few neat tricks of my own,” he purred as he began fucking me faster.

I gasped and clutched at his arms as he feverishly pumped his meat into my tingling cunt. I was still riding my first orgasm when he worked another one into my vagina.

“Holy fuck,” I whimpered as I squirmed under him, unable to relax long enough to catch my breath.

Horny juices were pouring out of me and pooling under my ass as I trembled and shook from his manic fucking. Then I felt something slimy massaging against my dirtier hole. The demon was horny and ready to join the fun.

“Oh no, don’t!” I gasped as it quickly penetrated me, stretching my anus open and jolting me with pleasure and pain.

I didn’t have time to process what I was feeling since the slimy thing began pumping into my ass with as much vigor as Kent’s cock was pumping into my cunt. I tensed and arched my body into the electric stimulation. I hadn’t come down from my orgasm, and the wild tickle in my anus made it sharper.

I made some shameful noises as pleasure wracked my body. Kent eventually let out a growl of ecstasy as an orgasm pulsed through his cock. I felt his meat jump and flex inside me from his powerful release. More hot cum flowed into me, energizing me even more, and that’s when Beast made his true presence known. A low growl vibrated the floor as the smell of semen grew thicker and muskier. Kent chuckled in delight and rebounded his vigorous fucking in spite of being spent. His connection with Beast was giving him demonic stamina. I gasped and whimpered as my body continued to spasm and shake. Tentacles slithered around us and between us, ensnaring our limbs and exploring every hole and crevice. I cried out in shock when I felt three more small tentacles forcing their way into my pussy around Kent’s cock. My eyes rolled back when more invaded my ass. I was trembling and throbbing as demonic appendages swelled my abdomen and massaged my stretched holes. Beast’s thickest tentacle soon appeared over my face and quickly filled my opened mouth, pushing into my throat until I gagged.

My mind turned to mush as tentacles, magic, and ecstasy pulsed inside me. My favorite little tentacles returned to squeeze my nipples into hard pebbles. Then they tortured them with rough strokes, turning my pebbles red and making them throb. The little tentacles in my ass suddenly stretched me wide, making room for a thicker appendage. I groaned and shuddered as its girth entered me. Saying I was stuffed to the gills was an understatement. I wondered how many extra beefy tentacles Beast had. Kent suddenly gasped and shuddered like he was experiencing titillating pain.

“Oh god… what are you doing, Beast?” he groaned with his eyes rolling back.

I wondered if the tentacles had invaded him too. In spite of the overwhelming pressure, I could still feel the smaller tentacles tightening around Kent’s cock inside my pussy. They were flexing and squeezing him with every thrust. Kent and I were getting hotter and hotter as the tentacles grew harder and swelled inside us. Beast was groaning and shuddering as he drew closer to ecstasy and the completion of his journey out of Hell. I could feel his power rushing through me before manifesting inside of him. Suddenly, my pleasure turned white-hot as an explosion of demonic cum flooded my many holes. The ecstasy was unbearable, and my spirit slipped right out of my body as it convulsed and swelled with semen.

I stood in my spirit form beside my bed, staring at the shocking scene upon it. There was a mass of pink tentacles slithering around my body and Kent’s. Globs of white cum poured out of us and around us. Had I not known what was going on, I would have assumed it was a pot of milk and noodles boiling over, but I could still feel the ecstasy coursing through our bodies. The pleasure was pulling my soul back towards the bed. I resisted it for the moment. My mind was clear without the distractions of my horny flesh.

Suddenly, I remembered how dangerous spirit jumping was. Freshmen usually weren’t allowed to try it. We were told that if it happened by accident, we were supposed to go straight back to our bodies and try to get back in. Stepping away from your body could mean instant death if you didn’t know what you were doing, but I felt incredibly steady in my power at that moment. Every energy channel in the city was flowing through my body. It was a glowing beacon under a blanket of cum and tentacles. Time seemed to slow down as I stared at it. Perhaps I was moving faster. I wasn’t sure. My spirit felt more powerful than my body ever had. So, I stepped over to the window and gazed at Cemetery Hill. The spirits didn’t seem so scary now that I was one of them.

The sun had set, meaning it was officially Halloween night. I scanned the castle grounds and noticed something that made me smile. Simon was gazing up at my window in his fluffy wolf form. He looked like a puppy from so high up. That’s when our conversation from Lunar Lounge came back to me. I suddenly wished I had a bone or a chew toy to throw down to him. I chuckled at the thought. I quickly looked into the room for something to throw. That’s when I noticed the dirty witch book. It was lying open on the floor just behind the massive scrotum-shaped blob connected to the hoards of tentacles on the bed. I stepped over to the humongous demonic testicles and picked up the book. Web-like hairs had grown out of the pages and attached themselves to the back of the demon’s scrotum.

“What the fuck?” I mumbled as I gathered the strands in my ghostly fist and gave them a proper yank, tearing the book free of the demonic ball sack.

A hellacious roar of agony erupted from the bed an instant later.

“Oh fuck… I better get back to my body soon,” I mumbled as I ran over to the window and tossed the book down to Simon. I chuckled at the thought of him seeing the dirty picture on the cover as I dived back into my body.

The kick of pleasure and pain that hit me on reentry jolted my entire being. I shook and trembled in ecstasy as hot fluids poured out of me and into me. My ears were hurting from Beast’s angry roar. I could feel the demon’s energy retreating. His tentacles suddenly fell limp and shrank away from my body and Kent’s, leaving us alone on the bed. Kent was coughing and disoriented as his head rested against my cum soaked tits.

“Beast? What’s happening?” he groaned as he wiped cum out of his eyes and raised up on his knees.

I swallowed the load of spunk in my mouth and quickly wiped more of it out of my eyes. I looked up at Kent to see his brow furrowed in stunned disbelief.

“Where the fuck is the book?” he screamed as he dived off the bed to look for it.

As soon as his feet hit the pool of cum on the floor, they slid right out from under him. He let out a curse as he fell on his ass. When he tried to get up again, his hands and feet slid in opposite directions, earning him another face-full of spunk. I burst out laughing as the cum defeated him again and again. One minute later, frantic banging pulled our attention to the door. Witch Wardens were ready to kick it down. Kent’s eyes jumped to the nightstand, where he left his red crystal wand earlier. I quickly grabbed it and pointed it at him.

“Gilda, don’t do anything stupid. That wand is attuned to me. It might kill you if you try to use it,” he warned.

“Oh, thanks for the warning,” I said and quickly tossed it out the window, hoping it would smash on a rock or Simon would catch it.

“WHAT THE FUCK, GILDA?” Kent screamed right before the bedroom door burst open.

Seven Witch Wardens charged into the room, and three of them immediately slid to their asses. Cleaning supplies had to be brought in before they could apprehend Kent. Many buckets of water and soap later, they tossed a robe over the disgraced warlock and escorted him to the castle dungeon.

Simon was the first person I wanted to see after my shower that night. Matron Blair allowed him to stay with me in a guest room in the south tower since the entire north tower needed to be cleansed. They wouldn’t be able to get rid of the smell otherwise.

I jumped on Simon’s cock the very minute we stepped into the guest room. His abundance of healthy earth magic and cum helped me recover from the demon attack. I fell asleep on top of him twice that night, with his cock still buried deep in my cunt. As midnight approached, I lay in his arms to answer a few burning questions he had about the attack.

“I don’t get it. How did Kent sneak into your room after the Witch Wardens fortified it with protection spells?” Simon asked as he twirled a strand of my dark hair around his index finger.

“The dirty witch book was his anchor to the room. You can’t lock someone out when they’re already halfway inside the house. Kent said he created the book with a combination of material from his body and the demon’s body. Then he infused it with magic so he could use it as a spirit anchor. After that, a simple invisibility spell allowed him to waltz right into the castle.”

“Damn, how did you know throwing the book out the window would stop the demon from breaking out of Hell?”

“I didn’t. I just thought it would be funny to throw a dirty book at you,” I chuckled. “I’m still surprised that I did what I did. Our conversation at Lunar Lounge encouraged it. If I hadn’t seen you out the window, Kent would probably be on his way to enslave Igdon right now instead of sitting in the dungeon. It was like an invisible force was helping me save the day.”

“It must have been a Halloween miracle then. The Spirit of Halloween works in mysterious ways,” Simon chuckled as he squeezed my shoulders and kissed my cheek.

“I hope I get to meet him someday. Witch Wardens can summon the spirit to bless villages on Halloween night.”