The Witch’s Apprentice
Luke stood in silence, illuminated by candlelight, awaiting the next request from his teacher Alani. It was his first week studying under her, and he quickly realized that just about anything could set her off. Silence is golden, he thought to himself. Don’t mess this up. Anything’s better than working in the mines.
“Boy, you don’t speak much. You’re no better company than a rock. But you haven’t dropped anything of value yet, so I guess I can’t complain too much.”
Luke said nothing in reply.
“Fetch me a cockatrice feather. Quick. They’re wrapped in cloth on the shelf.”
Luke got the feather and handed it to Alani. He watched a bead of sweat roll down her neck to her cleavage. A slight tingle ran down his spine. Ashamed, he looked away. Why does she insist on wearing such revealing clothing? It’s foolish. She’s going to make a mistake and regret being so exposed.
“Boy, pay attention! If you want to learn, you need to focus.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She stirred the concoction in her vial with the feather. It began to steam and bubble. “That’s it, that’s it. Remind me, what’s this potion good for again?”
“Pain-killer, reversing rabid reflux, and… one hell of a cleaning solution?”
“Ah, so now the quiet boy thinks he’s funny. I liked it better when you didn’t have clever things to say.”
There’s no pleasing her! he thought.
“There’s no better way to learn than by doing,” Alani said, grinning. “Your wrong answer won you a grand prize: you’ll be the taste tester for this batch. Here, it’s ready.” She pulled out the feather from the bottle and handed the potion to Luke. “Just a small sip, okay? Too much and we won’t have anything to sell. Also, you’ll be incapacitated for days. So like I said, just a sip.”
Here goes nothing, Luke thought but definitely didn’t say aloud before he took a swig. It tasted vile and a tad sweet, like a rotten apple.
“How do you feel?”
“Fine…”
Luke went to take a step forward but could barely stand. Alani grabbed a chair and set it behind him.
“‘Fine,’ you say but clearly not. You drank too much, you fool.” She pushed him onto the chair.
“I’m just a little dizzy, that’s all. Give me a moment.”
Luke looked down. He didn’t notice before, but his cock was rock hard. Why now of all times? I even masturbated this morning to prevent something like this from happening. It must have been her cleavage. It’s always her cleavage.
“I can clearly see it’s working. Good, good.” Alani rubbed her hands together sinisterly. “There’s more to being a witch’s apprentice than just standing around and fetching things, boy. This is what I really need you for.” Alani pulled open the front of her robe, her breasts spilling out.
Oh gods, yes. Wait, wait… I’ll never be able to look at her the same way again. I’ll be back in the mines in no time. Calm down, deep breaths. It’ll be okay.
She got down on her knees in front of Luke and reached for the waist of his pants. Luke gripped the side of the chair, unsure if he should fight against what was happening or fully embrace it. Before he could decide, his pants were down and his cock was between Alani’s tits. Wow, I swear I’m bigger than usual, that’s a bit odd. Alani spit on his cock and rubbed it in with her tits. She rocked back and forth, back and forth, occasionally licking the tip of his penis.
“Boy, how many women have you fucked?”
“Uh…”
“I’ll know soon enough if you’ve lied, boy.”
“None, I swear!”
“Good, good.”
Alani got up off the floor and walked over to one of her shelves. Luke’s head was in a daze, his vision a blur. His cock throbbed, longing for more. He let go of the chair, which he forgot he was holding until that moment. He grabbed his cock and began stroking it furiously. She returned with an empty glass bottle with a cork in the mouth.
“If you come before I’m ready, you’ll be sorry.”
It took every ounce of willpower, but Luke let go of himself and returned his hands to the sides of the chair.
“This may not be the way you dreamt of it happening—the way you hear in tales from old men and your friends—but it’s what’s happening nonetheless.” She pulled at the knot in the rope around her waist. Gravity did the rest. That robe hid more than I ever could have imagined…
Alani turned around and backed up onto Luke’s cock. She didn’t even need to guide it in, it just found its place as if it was meant to be there.
Alani kept dropping her ass onto his cock, bobbing up and down. She made no sounds at all. This is just for her witchcraft, nothing more. There’s truly no pleasing her! For what purpose though?
“Boy, you’re lasting longer than I thought you would. You drank too much of the potion. I’m not amused by your stamina. We have other things to get to after this.”
Alani picked up the pace, fucking him harder and faster. She reached back and grabbed his scrotum. Luke moaned. “Yes, yes. Come for me, boy!” His butt clenched. She dropped down on him and stayed there, wiggling her ass. All but a sliver of life and consciousness left Luke’s body and mind in that instant when he filled Alani’s pussy with cum.
The witch rose off of Luke and uncorked her bottle. Using her finger, she wiped the cum from her pussy and scraped it into the bottle. Holding up the bottle to inspect her harvest, she said, “You’ve done well, boy. You’ve much to learn, but you’ve earned your keep. For now.”
Luke sat there, barely comprehending what she was saying or what just happened.
“Now go fish out an orc’s eye from the jar. Quick, while the cum is still warm!”
Read the follow-up story The Things We Do For Love.