A Witch's Lover

Within the same year, I witnessed two new occult stores pop up on separate ends of town.

It certainly wasn't the most shocking thing that I'd seen happen, but I still thought it was a curious occurrence. Ultimately I just took it as a sign that more people were into that kind of stuff nowadays, perhaps due to it spreading to the internet or something.

The smaller, more recently opened one was called "Moonlit Visions." I'd often pass by it on the weekends while making my way to a nearby electronics store. I was never into anything superstitious, but I still found it intriguing. I often thought about popping in quick to see what it was like, but I never mustered up the will to.

That is, until one Saturday evening. I was returning from the electronics store, having traded in a few of my old things. Usually, when I passed by Moonlit Visions, the glare from the sun hitting the windows would prevent me from getting a good look inside. It was darker this time though, so I was able to catch a glimpse of the person running the store.

Her outfit was quite simple. A black off-shoulder dress with a handkerchief hem, paired with black boots and a choker. Her hair was short and nearly as dark as the rest of her outfit. I was left in awe at how effortlessly she was able to give off the aesthetics of a witch (and a well endowed one, at that).

I already had a girlfriend, so I tried to deny it to myself, but the truth was, I was helplessly charmed by her existence. Her makeup was done far better than my girlfriend had ever done hers. The fact of her looking, and seemingly living, like a bona fide witch added to her mystique. The way her thighs, and even a bit of her ass, peeked through her dress, made her even more unbearably attractive.

Telling myself that I was just curious about the occult, I entered the store.

There was a light scent of incense. Everything was dim at first, but as my eyes adjusted, I was able to take in all the oddities. There were books on one shelf, and right beside it, another shelf with dozens of odd looking statues and objects that I could only describe as looking like "relics." On the other wall, there were countless jars of ingredients, mostly herbs, of which at least half I had never heard of. Near the counter were stands with rocks and gems, candles, and bracelets, alongside other objects I couldn't find the names for.

Our first interaction was typical. She welcomed me in. I told her it was my first time. She pointed out the different sections of the store, and I looked around, catching a good glimpse of her bum while I was at it. In the end, I bought a candle, and it was over.

---

I would visit Moonlit Visions a few more times over the next several months, mostly when my girlfriend was in a bitchy mood. I'd just say hello, look around, buy a candle or something, and walk out feeling good about having gotten some eye candy. My girlfriend would usually get over herself when I told her I got her a candle, too. It felt to me like killing two birds with one stone.

Nothing would happen between me and the witch girl, nor did I expect anything to. I'm sure she figured out I had the hots for her, but it didn't matter, because I would never act on those desires. I might not have been the most virtuous man, but I knew better than to hit on a girl at her job. Oh, and cheating on my girlfriend would probably be bad, too.

Of course, in reality, nothing lasts forever. The day came that my attitude was shifted.

Another Saturday evening. I thought it was going to be like usual. Yet, when I opened the door to Moonlit Visions, there was a sight I would have never expected.

The witch girl was leaning back against a table, with her dress pulled up. Beneath her, a woman was on her knees, passionately serving the witch's cunt.

I froze. The girl on the bottom did too. She started to turn her head at their presumably unexpected visitor, but the witch's hand held her back.

"Don't stop, love."

Amazingly, she obeyed without hesitation, returning her complete attention on pleasuring the witch.

My face went red. I was ready to turn around, when the witch then called out to me.

"Feel free to stay. You're not interrupting. I'll help you in a minute if you want to buy something. Or, you can take a seat."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Yet, being the man I was, I couldn't resist the offer, either.

---

I sat in the sofa near the bookshelves. I was entranced from the beginning. It was clear that they had a dom/sub relationship going on. The girl on her knees was putting everything into pleasing the witch. Her whole body was electric, moving in waves that ended at the tip of her tongue, pressed against the witch's snatch. All the while, she let out moans, fingering herself with one hand, with the other wrapping around the witch's thigh.

In contrast, the witch herself was calm. Clearly, she was enjoying being served like she was, letting out small, deep moans of satisfaction, but her body stayed undisturbed by the efforts of the woman beneath her. I hadn't noticed earlier, but she had the woman on a leash, even. She kept her tight, tugging every so often, resulting in bursts of pleasure for the both of them.

The girl serving came first. Her body shuddered as she moaned. I questioned if she was being dramatic, coming like that just by eating pussy and fingering herself, but her scream seemed so genuine that I nearly felt moved.

The witch kept the girl's head held close to her, unwilling to let go until she'd had her own climax. She wouldn't have to wait long. From my view, I saw her body tighten, and eventually, relax.

As she let go of her head, the girl's body seemed to collapse from exhaustion. The witch held her up with the leash before she could fall to the floor, though. Like that, she bent down, picked her up, and carried her into the back of the store. The last I saw of the submissive girl, her eyes were closed.

---

"Is... she okay?" I asked, after the witch returned to the counter.

"She'll be fine. She just blacked out, is all."

"Blacked out? I mean, she was going at it, but... is she anemic? Does that normally happen?"

The witch leaned against the counter, resting her head in her hands. She looked at me, in the eyes, for what felt like the first time.

"Haven't you heard about all the men going missing?" she said.

"...Uh, I know two guys went missing, but what's that got to do with this?" I asked.

"There's a lot more than two. But, I guess that just shows how good they are at covering their tracks." Her nails cascaded into taps on the counter. "There are witches out there stealing the souls of men and women. Mostly men, though."

"That's... concerning," I said. I was feeling lost, but decided to go along with it anyways. "So why mostly men?"

"An orgasm loosens up a person's soul. It makes it possible to suck it right out. Yum," she licked her lips as if reminiscing. "Men are easy targets. They go out alone without telling anyone. They come after just a few minutes. But women can have their souls drained, too. It just requires a bit more effort."

"And why are they-- the witches-- doing this?"

"Because souls fuel magic. Every soul a witch takes is like a tiny pool of energy they can draw from. It feels good, too."

"Then, that girl-- are you trying to say you took her soul?"

"No, not at all. I've already had my fill of souls. Enough to constantly sustain me to the point where I don't even have to eat food anymore," the witch stared out through the window. "These days, I find more ethical ways to satiate myself. Unlike *Maple's* coven..."

Maple... I'd heard that somewhere.

"Maple, as in, Maple's Witchcraft & Books? The occult store on the other side of town."

"Yep. If you want a decent afterlife, then stay well clear of that place," she said. "Anyways, all I did to that girl was take some of her life energy. I don't take people's souls without their consent anymore."

...Without their consent?

...*Anymore*?

"Ah... um, that's good."

As hot as this witch was, it was hard for me to believe anything she was saying. It was much more believable to think that the girl from earlier had just passed out due to exhaustion or a lack of oxygen. That collar did seem pretty tight on her.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed the show. Did you want to buy anything? Another candle?"

"Oh, um, good question," I said, "...Yeah, I'll take one. Um, what was your name, again?"

"Call me Hazel."

---

I kept going back to the store. It became a weekly thing. I was hoping I might see another scene like the one before, but honestly, just seeing Hazel was enough. She wore more outfits. Some sluttier ones. She would talk about witches and souls. Sometimes I wondered if she was teasing me. Still, I believed nothing would happen between us.

Then I was tempted.

I was at the store again. Looking at books, this time. There were some on Buddhist practices. I wasn't a Buddhist myself, but I actually did find the history and impact of it to be quite interesting. Again, I was the only customer there.

"Need help finding anything?"

"No, I'm alright."

She was wearing the black dress again, only this time, it seemed like her ass was poking through the hems even more.

I turned back to my book, but then I heard her doing something. She was bringing her chair from out behind the counter. She sat in it backwards, and lifted the hem of her dress on one side. Just like that, one of her ass cheeks was fully exposed, shining in my direction.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey."

"What do you think?"

"Amazing."

"Wanna give it a kiss?"

My heart skipped a beat. Still, I didn't hesitate. I put down the book I was looking at and headed straight to her.

I kissed her ass. I kissed it so many times. She let go of the hem of her dress, and let it drape over my head. I was completely under her, worshiping her, savoring the feeling of her.

"Mmm, I knew you had a thing for my butt. You kept staring."

I didn't respond. I just kept kissing. It felt oddly fulfilling.

"You're not the first person to fall in love with it. Lots of others did too. Remember that girl who you watched eat me out?"

"Mmyessmm--"

"She fell in love with my ass too. Couldn't stand being away from it for a minute. Luckily, my ass is very accommodating."

I kept kissing, but listened, too.

"I took her soul, you know. Now she can feel the warmth of my ass forever. Just like everyone else who fell in love with it. I wonder if you'll end up the same?"

I paused. That talk about souls again. This time, she said she actually did it, to that girl...

"Why'd you stop? Was that fact too much for you, my little ass kisser?" she said in a teasing tone.

"No..." I went back to kissing, but then stopped to ask her. "Mm-- I thought you only took souls with consent."

"Of course. She was fully aware. She gave herself to me willingly. Not surprising, given the way she was eating me out earlier, right?"

"Mmm..." I could only let out a vague noise of confirmation.

"You could be mine, too. All you have to do is ask. I'll let you fuck my ass, if you'll give your soul to it."

For the most part, my passion was reignited by her mentioning fucking her ass. As for the "giving away your soul" part, I didn't believe what she was saying. I didn't believe in magic at all.

But then there was a part of me that imagined what it would be like if it was true. I imagined I was kissing a soul-stealing ass. I imagined fucking that ass. It felt dangerous. I could nearly hear them. The screams of ecstasy coming from within. They were begging. Begging for their mistress to dominate them...

I pulled away. I could feel beads of sweat dripping down my forehead.

"Had enough?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Hope you enjoyed yourself."

---

I laid in bed.

My girlfriend had been trying to call me nonstop. I just muted my phone. I needed time to think.

Never before had I put myself in such a submissive state, especially not to a woman. I felt like I'd been made a fool of. In a way, I was frustrated, too. And yet I couldn't get the thought of it out of my head. The feeling of bliss Hazel's ass granted me. Nor could I forget the words she spoke to me as I left the store.

*"If you need anything, just ask."*

In a normal context, that would've meant next to nothing. But there was no doubt that she was referring to her offer to fuck her ass. I wondered if that other girl took a similar deal. It was certainly enticing.

On the other hand, I didn't believe in the esoteric bullshit. Really, I couldn't stand the way she talked about it all as if it were just a given fact that magic and soul stealing witches exist. Even so, somehow, I felt something like fear. There was something unnatural about her. How on earth could just kissing her ass have such a deep fucking... *psychological* effect on me? She'd done something to me, but I didn't know what.

I hardly got any sleep that night, or any night that week. Instead, I stayed up late, stroking my dick while thinking of Hazel.

---

The weekend came.

I walked directly to Moonlit Visions, just before they closed.

I found myself kissing Hazel's ass again.

"Keep going, lover boy."

I wrapped my arms around her hips and leaned my head into her soft cheeks.

"Mmyessmm..."

"I can make it so you'll always feel like this. Better, even," she said, "You'll be able to love me freely, forever."

"..."

"You can always say no, of course. I know you have someone else in your life."

"Mno, I...," I finally freed my lips to form a sentence, "I really do... love your ass..."

As ridiculous as it was, that confession was still enough to make my cheeks red. It was true. Over the last week, I'd spent more time thinking about Hazel's ass than anything. Certainly more than my girlfriend.

"How much do you love it?"

"I'd do anything..."

"Even if it meant giving up yourself?"

"Yes..."

"Good..."

She got up from the chair. Her hands moved to her panties, her thumbs tracing down her legs as she took them off. From beneath the counter, she grabbed a bottle of lube. Then she stepped towards the table, the same one where that girl had been eating her out, and brought one leg on it.

Her hand came to her rear, and out she pulled a plug.

After setting it down, her hand came to her ass again, spreading one of her cheeks to the side.

I could see it. That tight, dark hole. An organic void that men and women alike had become willing sacrifices to. Insatiable and profane, yet cunning, tempting, charming.

"Come, don't keep her waiting. She's hungry."

I didn't believe in magic. I didn't even believe in souls. I could just ignore what she was saying. There was no reason for me to hesitate.

I was too enamored to hear the door locking on its own, nor the curtains closing themselves.

---

The tip of my lubricated dick met her ravenous hole. Unsurprisingly, it was relaxed, ready for its next prey.

As I entered her, I was at last surrounded by the warmth that I had sought so eagerly, even if it was only around my cock. I couldn't help but moan in delight.

"Ahh... Good..." she sighed, "God, it's been over a week since that girl fed her soul to my ass. I've been waiting so long for you to give me a proper meal~"

"Fuck... Hf... I'm here now..."

My dick had made it three-quarters of the way into her. Both of my hands were on her cheeks, feeling her gently.

"Yes... I can feel your love..." she huffed. "Say it, say who you love..."

"I love you, Miss Hazel-- Ah..."

Her asshole tightened as I told her the correct response.

"And what part of me, do you love the most~?"

"Your ass, Miss Hazel--!"

Again it tightened, enough to make my toes curl.

"Good boy..." Enjoying my submission, her hand had moved down to rub herself.

I had completely lost myself. I became obedient to her, just to become closer with her ass. It engulfed my entire length, now. The warmth, it was more than heat-- it made me feel fulfilled, at last. Physically, and emotionally.

My cock slid in and out of her, slowly, at first. I felt so much admiration for her. It really was love. It didn't matter if she had put a spell on me. What I felt was such pure adoration and respect. Greater than anything I had ever felt for my girlfriend. I was certain I was falling into servitude of my own free will, in the presence of such a higher force.

"Ahh... Keep going..."

I was going faster now. It wouldn't be long. I could come in her ass. It felt like I was about to achieve a lifelong goal--

And then, I felt a strange pull, within my own mind.

It felt wrong in every way. It was harsh, greedy. It tugged at my very thoughts and feelings. Instinctively I resisted it, but with every pump I made into her ass, it only pulled harder.

The fear I had felt before rose up again within me.

I stopped.

"Hold on-- I-- I don't want to--"

In response, she moved her ass on her own, engulfing my cock in pleasure once more.

"What's wrong? I thought you were ready to give in," she said.

No. I didn't *actually* want to give her my soul. I didn't want to lose myself. I thought it was all just made up. I didn't believe her, but now, being confronted with this strange, unholy feeling, I was terrified...

"S-stop-- I-- I don't want to die!!!"

"Pull out, then," she said calmly.

She was right. I could just pull out. It could end here. I could go back to my girlfriend. She wouldn't let me fuck her rear, but she'd still give me blowjobs whenever I wanted, right?

I looked down. I had never actually stopped. My hips were still moving.

"Better make up your mind, boy..."

My hands were still on Hazel's ass. The one I had spent the past week fantasizing about. I wanted it, and it wanted me.

I could pull out, and it would end here. But then I would have to go back to my old life. I would never feel this feeling of love again. My girlfriend would never be able fulfill me the way Hazel and her glorious ass could.

I was still going. I didn't want it to stop. I sped up.

"Ahh-- changed your mind again?" she asked.

"I-- I don't know, I just need to come in your ass..."

"Is that all? Giving up your life for one orgasm?"

"No, I--"

The pull became stronger again. It still felt wrong. But it was enticing, now. My soul could leave my body, and join hers. I could be surrounded by her endless warmth, forever. I could be hers, forever.

"--I surrender..."

"Mmm, that's right, go on~"

"I surrender, Hazel, please, take my soul..."

"Mm, good boy," she moaned, "Keep going. Spill your heart out to me~"

I was nearly there. Not only was she coaxing an orgasm out of me, but my most shameful thoughts as well.

"Please-- take me, own me-- fuck-- I'm yours..."

"More," she sighed, "I want mooorreee..."

"I-- I belong to you, Hazel-- I belong to your ass!" At last the feelings I wanted to express were made into words.

"Don't stop!"

"I'm nothing! My life is nothing! Please, put me where I belong! Give meaning to my meaningless life!"

"Mmhhfuck, yes!" She moaned in delight at my devotion, "Fuck, shoot your soul where it belongs!"

My cock pulsed, and I knew it was over. I wanted to tell her so much more. How much I loved her. How much I loved her ass. How badly I wanted her to dominate me, and maybe even hurt me. But I would have to save those thoughts for later.

My dick was completely in her. I came hard. The sensation was so great, I had to wrap my arms around her, to keep balance. That moment, feeling all of myself giving into all of her, was the greatest moment of my life.

Among the last ropes of cum I had shot into her, was myself. My memories, personality, and consciousness. It was humiliating, but that only made it feel better. The one sacred thing, which every human is born with, I gave up completely to her gluttonous asshole, just like so many others had before.