Sabina the Not-Yet Twenty Witch: Part 1 [MF][Oral][Mast][Exh][Voy][Magic]

**Note:** I found this the other day when going through some old files, and I thought it might be enjoyed by some due to the recent TV show (which this pre-dates). Oddly enough, I *also* based this off of the more modern / edgy comic series. Fair warning, this story is incomplete (though there will be a few more parts posted).

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**Chapter 1: What’s Your Price for Flight**

Sabina was dreaming. She knew she was dreaming because when she looked down at herself flying on her broom, the hair between her legs was all black. Ever since she turned sixteen, ‘came into her bloom’, as her ‘aunts’ said, she had a streak of platinum blonde hair running up the right side of her bush—her Harry Potter pussy. The nearly white blonde hair matched that on her head, which had changed color overnight when she’d begun her moon cycle at thirteen. That was a difficult transition, but she’d gotten used to all the changes over the years, and there was only the last come, in six months, when she turned twenty, when she dedicated herself to the spirits, to becoming a witch.

A witch was born, not made. Sure, there was schooling, training, but Sabina took to that more naturally than most, her cousin—much like her aunts, in that he wasn’t really related to her—was her only metric, but he was a full warlock at twenty-one, and she still surpassed his skills in most areas. He was sitting next to her on the broom, naked as she was, both of them sidesaddle, and she was giving him a handjob. His hair was pitch black, what hers used to look like. He had his full powers. He hid his true nature even in his dreams, but she took a moment to feel the curls of his magically black hair at the base of his cock

“What did I tell you about invading my dreams?” Sabina said.

“Well, *cousin*, you said don’t do it unless you call for me.”

“Don’t call me cousin, not when I’m doing this,” she added, teasing his balls, tight in the cool night sky, “and I didn’t call you.”

“Sabina, you’re ten miles away at Cloverdale College, asleep across from that delectable roommate of yours, and so wet I could smell it from our house.” He stroked between her legs, bringing back glistening fingers. “You may not have been calling me, but you were calling for something. Would you rather it be an incubus, to steal your virginity and your powers all in one fell swoop?”

“An incubus couldn’t get past my wards, and of course I’m horny! Nineteen and a half and never had sex! Twenty can’t come soon enough. I’d almost give up my chance to become a full witch just to get a good fuck…” She muttered. Jackson, her cousin but not cousin, was getting close to climax. She started moving her hand faster, trying to ignore her own growing desire to climb in his lap and let him finish inside her. There were very few rules for a novitiate witch, but no actual sex was one of them—until your twentieth birthday, at least. Oh, she could masturbate, get fingered—eaten out, even—but it really wasn’t the same, she assumed, and unlike those supposedly ‘good’ Christian girls, *anal* sex totally counted as sex for a witch. If she gave in before her final rites, she’d never be a full witch, just a dabbler, a little telepathy, a little telekinesis, a weak ability to commune with spirits, but she’d age normally, she’d never be able to fly again. It really wasn’t worth it.

Jackson’s eyes were nearly rolling in his head, and just as he started to come, she pushed him off the broom. She watched an arc of semen shoot out but fall much slower than him. He yelped and disappeared into the darkness below. A moment later, everything shifted, and she found herself sitting in the Jackson’s lap in the college library, his cock limp and sated, but hot against her bare hip.

“Cousin, I’d say that was cruel, but that was one of the most amazing orgasms I ever had. Coming while falling to your death…*alto*-erotic, maybe?” He laughed.

“It was a moment of inspiration.” Sabina said. “Now that you’ve had your fun, are you going?”

“Soon enough, but then, I’ve never had enough fun.” He leaned down and licked at one of her pale pink nipples, making her squeal. “I came to tell you there’s a big party in Cloverdale two weeks from now, pre-Halloween. I figured they’d have some ragers at your school, but this should be very much a reunion for you, not high school kids, just all your dear friends who’ve now gone on to college.”

“Dear friends…of course, the ones who called me ‘skunk snatch’ after my glamour failed in the shower after gym one time, the ones who somehow convinced themselves I was a slut, even though I literally couldn’t have sex…my *dear* friends.” She was having trouble focusing on her anger with Jackson’s hand teasing her between her legs. “Who…mmm…who…fuck…” his fingers probed her wetness, “who is throwing the party?”

“It’s a joint effort between Lizzy Culper and Ronnie Hodge.” The blonde and brunette terrors of her high school years. “Just be home before Saturday night that weekend, and we’ll go together. Ronnie always had a thing for me.”

“Ronnie has a thing for anything that can give her more than six inches…so you would’ve probably gotten an invite if you were nothing more than a sizable cucumber.”

“I’m flattered, Sabina.” He picked her up and tossed her onto one of the reading tables, spreading her thighs and moving between her legs. His tongue flicked out and Sabina gasped, moaning, squirting a moment later. She clutched his head between her legs as he continued to work at her, and he stopped, looking up at her. “So, you’ll go?”

“Yes, I’ll go, okay, just keep…” Sabina moved his mouth back to her clit, and he started again. She felt the rush of her incoming orgasm, her toes curling, her nipples throbbing with her pulse, and just as she was about to come, she woke up. “No!” She hissed. “Jackson, you fucker, you got to come!” His voice filled her mind: *And I’ll finish what I started as long as you come home for the party*. “Ugh…never trust a warlock.” She muttered. She looked down, seeing she a was floating three feet above her bed, her covers in a pile below her, her nightgown bunched around her neck exposing the pale skin of her naked body. She put a hand between her legs, her bush damp and matted, her thighs slick, her pussy nearly dripping. Even though she’d been dreaming with Jackson, it had been her own hands at work. She wouldn’t finish on her own. She’d been too close to pick up where Jackson had left off. Rather than getting her sheet wet, she lowered herself to standing position and pulled off her nightgown. Lisa, her roommate was still asleep, though she’d be up at seven, in about an hour. Sabina could have mesmered the girl, pulled at her darkest desires to go down on her, or whatever fantasy the girl harbored, but Sabina figured it was better if she just took a shower and got up for the day. She made a couple of quick movements with her fingers and muttered a spell under her breath. Lisa bit her lip and rolled in her sleep, pushing off her covers and easing out of her pajamas. Sabina had always had a thing for Asian girls, and Lisa was half-something from that part of the world…but Sabina never bother to ask, since the girl was third-generation American, and talked like a valley girl. Regardless, mortals were mortals…it didn’t matter in Sabina’s mind where they initially came from. Lisa was dreaming a spell-induced sex dream, and her tan nipples tightened to the size of dimes, her hand moved to the narrow brush of black hair between her legs, and Sabina could smell the sea of the girl’s arousal. She pulled the covers over the girl as she began to moan in her sleep and left her to come in peace. “At least someone will come in here.” Sabina said, grabbing her towel and shower kit and heading out into the hall.

Part of the problem of being a witch, or anyone with mental powers, was that it was pretty easy to get what you wanted, whether it was by mesmerizing someone, stoking their deepest desires, willing, cajoling, and numerous other tricks. Where was the thrill? She never had to force anyone, but a little, gentle mental nudge accomplished a lot. That said, she, like many others with the same *forceful* abilities, tended to have submissive fantasies. The problem was, all witches and warlocks were immune to each other’s mental powers. Most of the other mystical beings, djinni, sprites, nature spirits, and such had to be really powerful to accomplish much of anything beyond seeming really persuasive—which still wasn’t enough to make someone harm themselves, just maybe do something stupid. Sabina had asked Jackson to try to compel her shortly after he gained his full powers, but he couldn’t even get her to take off her clothes, something she normally did for him willingly, though to be honest, he wasn’t much more powerful than her, and in a few years, would probably be far weaker.

There were people awake already in the dorm, but Sabina didn’t worry about her nudity, even taking the time to mark all the door knobs she passed with a bit of her wetness and whispering a dweomer to reinforce her powers over the students in the building. Dozens of people would touch the door knobs, come in contact with her passion, her magic, and she’d *know* them and could use them as her own little sources of power. It was strategic magic, but something she needed to have in her back pocket, so to speak, living in a such a public setting. She went into the men’s showers, the closest showers, because like any college student, she was afflicted with distinct laziness. Unlike the women’s showers at the far end of the hall, these were communal, they had little separators for limited privacy, but no individual stalls or curtains. Two guys were showering, and Sabina eyed them both, one a jock of some sort, well-muscled, and with lovely ass, the other a skinny guy with small cock. Of course, the water could’ve been cold, as the jock wasn’t particularly large, either, but the other guy was distinctly smaller. Neither of them noticed her, and for all intents she was invisible, but she decided to have little fun as the jock left, and let the skinny guy see her as she stood under the shower across from him.

“Oh, jeez!” The guy startled, covering his crotch. “This is, um, the guys’ showers.”

“I know, silly.” Sabina said, turning the shower hotter, and rinsing off. “But it’s early morning. I knew there wouldn’t be too many people in here, and I didn’t want to walk all the way down the hall.”

“Um, but I’m…and you’re…um, naked.”

“Well, I *am* naked,” Sabina said, running her hands over her breasts, down to her bush, turning to let him see her ass, “but you’re being shy, and you’re not really covering yourself well.” His gaze barely wavered from her nudity, but her glanced down at his hands.

“You could get in trouble if the residence assistant catches you in here.”

“Are you going to tell?” She asked.

“Umm…”

“Listen, what’s your name?” Kevin, he said. “Okay, Kevin, if you don’t tell, and you stop covering yourself, I’ll make it worth your while.” He blushed. “Just do it, Kevin.” Sabina said, stretching under the water and letting him get a full look at her. He lowered his hands and she could see he was fully erect, but probably no more than four inches. “That is the cutest little hard on I’ve ever seen.”

“Hey, um, please don’t make fun…I mean, it’s not that sm—.”

“Is that for me? Is it hard for me?” She asked.

“I just, um, I’m not used to there being naked girls in here…and I had my hands over it—so I was touching it.” He added.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed, Kevin. It’s small, not tiny. Plenty big to do the job. Can *I* touch it?”

“Wait…what?” He mumbled.

“It’s looks so hard, I want to feel it.” She crossed the distance to his shower and pressed her naked wet body to his. She felt his erection pressing into her belly, just below the navel, and she reached down and grasped him. He really was hard as rock, and she stroked him a moment before lowering to her knees. Big or small, the temptation always rose in her to let that cock slip inside her, but she fought back the urge. She took him in her mouth, and he swore, long and low, as she started to fellate him.

“This isn’t happening…this isn’t…this is some kind of sorority dare…some kind of…uh…oh god…ugh!” He started coming, his semen filling her mouth, and she kept going until he was dry. She swallowed some of it, spitting the rest on the floor. Sex magic was the next best thing to blood magic, and Kevin was so full of desire that her powers would be amped up for a day or two from taking a bit of his essence. She stood up, rubbing her sex against his leg, marking him, really, and whispered a belief spell in his ear.

“Confidence, Kevin, it doesn’t matter how big it is…just use it well.” She backed away with him staring after her, and then made herself invisible to continue her shower. Kevin blinked, looking down at his flaccid penis, and quickly decided he had fantasy, a daydream, finished washing his hair, and went back to his room. Halfway to his door, he spotted a girl he liked going down the showers and stopped her. He’d been shy about asking her out, and there he was doing it while both of them stood there in nothing but towels. Oddly enough, she said yes, even though she was blushing, shy at seeing him still damp from the shower. She followed the trail leading down to the top of his pubic hair, partly visible at the top of the low-riding towel, and was overcome by his forwardness, his taking charge, even as he slipped a hand inside the split in her towel, to caress her bare hip. He kissed her, letting her go on to showers, and whistled a happy tune as he went back to his room.

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**Chapter 2: The Campus Gossip Is Catty**

Sabina finished her shower and dried off, rinsing Kevin out of her mouth and brushing her teeth, before heading back to her room. Some days she never got dressed, wearing shoes, sometimes panties, but she didn’t really need to. Witches and the world had an agreement, and the natural elements could not harm a witch, not even dirty their feet, without the witch allowing it. Still, her aunts thought the best glamour training for a witch was when the stakes—no pun intended—were high. Tell a teenaged girl that she had to go naked to school, her glamour the only thing clothing her, and she learned to keep her glamour strong and active, no matter the distraction. Ninth grade was hard for a lot of kids, but for her it was constant battle, though she made it through the school year with only one or two minor slips ups, and never in public. She learned. So, Sabina could look like she was wearing the latest from Paris or Milan while not wearing anything at all, but she still *liked* clothes.

She walked into her room to see Lisa sitting up in bed, still naked, and panting. It smelled like sex in the room, and it set Sabina’s hair on end with the energy.

“Oh,” Lisa yelped, pulling the sheet over her nakedness, “you scared me.” Sabina took off an imaginary robe and stood naked in front of her roommate, making her blush.

“I just got back from the shower. Bad dream?”

“Um…” She blushed. “Weird dreams, I guess.”

“Well, we’ve seen each other naked before, so no reason to hide, Lisa.”

“You just surprised me…coming in when I was getting, um, undressed, I guess.” She let the sheet fall, exposing her breasts, maybe a B to Sabina’s C-cups. Her nipples were still hard. “I guess I should go take a shower, too.” She stood up. There was a wet spot on her sheets, and she quickly covered it up while Sabina pretended not to notice. One of these days Sabina was going to seduce the girl, no magic, no potions, no dream hopping, no Mesmer skills, just plain old sexiness. The challenge amused her, especially as Lisa didn’t seem to have much interest in girls…or boys, for that matter. She loved computers, its own kind of magic, really, and sex rarely seemed to cross her mind.

“You want me to help wash your back, Lisa?” Sabina joked, running finger down the line of the girl’s spine and then slapping her ass.

“No, thank you, Sabina.” The girl laughed, though it was nervous. “That joke never gets old.” She pulled on a robe and left Sabina to get dressed. Sabina went to her window and opened the curtains, opening the window to left the cool fall air in, letting it caress her naked body, and not even bothering with a glamour, other than the one that made her bush look consistently black, without a witch’s stripe. She did this almost every morning, plenty of students, groundskeepers, and faculty seeing her naked over the past two years. No one ever really remembered much, other than a chance voyeuristic opportunity, but it was a fun little game while she communed with nature and waited for Hades, her familiar to return from the prowl.

“It’s about time, girl.” Hades said, slinking in through the open windows. Unlike the myths, Hades was a tabby cat, not all black. He was a 15th century magician trapped in a cat’s body, and had another century and a half of servitude—what remained of a 666-year sentence—to go before the World Coven would let him become a warlock. He’d originally tried to gain his power and knowledge by seducing a trio of Spanish witches, and jealous ones at that. Needless to say, trying to learn magic without being born into it had some inherent risks. Still, Hades had outlived even the witches who originally cursed him, and if he served Sabina and his future mistresses well, he’d live for another few hundred years after being transmuted back into a human form. Hades shook off his fur and brushed up against her legs.

“You’re a little pervert. The only reason you ever do that is to look up at me.”

“What can I say? I’m a *pussy* cat.” Sabina kicked him lightly and he jumped onto Lisa’s bed. He shuffled around on the blankets and sniffed. “Oh, she was finger-blasting herself probably no more than ten minutes ago. Shit. I should’ve come back earlier.”

“And what, try to hump her leg? You’re not a dog.”

“There are days I wish I was.”

“So what have you got to tell me, Hades?” Sabina moved to her closet and started grabbing some things to wear. She knew the cat was watching her, and lasciviously at that, but she couldn’t really be shy around him, since he’d been with her since she came into blossom.

“Well, I think there’s a latent witch on campus. She doesn’t even know. Maybe adopted or something. I felt her energy over near the Delta sorority house, so that might be where she lives. Do you want me to find out more?”

“I guess,” Sabina said, pulling on a pair of low-cut cotton panties, “but what am I supposed to do, recruit her?”

“Well, the world coven might look favorably on that, bringing someone back into the fold…are you really going to wear those? Your bush is almost peeking over the waistband.

“But it’s not. Just because I go for a more natural look doesn’t mean I don’t keep groomed, you know.”

“You could also just take her power, add it to your own.” He said.

“That seems mean…more mean than I think I’m willing to be.”

“Every witch or warlock does it at some point or another. It adds years to your life, decades of youth, keep those sweet tits of yours perky into your early hundreds—she doesn’t know she’s a potential witch, after all.”

“My sweet tits have ethics, Hades. Won’t she be disqualified from being a witch if she’s had sex?”

“Just like you can’t be forced by magic or otherwise to lose your virginity, she can’t lose her potential powers if she didn’t know the rules. The spirits of this world are far more understanding of that stuff than actual religions are.”

“Fine, follow up on it. Anything else of note?”

“There was a ghoul prowling out by the college cemetery. There’s nothing but bones in those graves, so I don’t know what it was looking for. It’ll probably move on to fresher rotten meat soon enough, though it might be fun to kill it.” He looked up at Sabina as she dug through her dresser. “Let’s kill it. It’ll be fun, a nice challenge for you. I bet you don’t know how to kill a ghoul.”

“Decapitation, fill the mouth with salt, let the morning sun take care of the rest.” Sabina muttered and Hades looked dejected. “Alright, Hades, maybe we’ll do that tonight if it’s still around.” The cat brightened. She put on a new pair of dark red plaid tights, thin but not pantyhose sheer, and grabbed a short dark maroon skirt, stepping into a pair of ankles boots, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was still topless, but that didn’t mean anything to her. She thought about it as moment, and decided to pull on a sheer, black sleeveless blouse that really set off her pale skin.

“You look hot, and not only because I can still see your nips.” Sabina rolled her eyes. The cat jumped off the bed and brushed against her ankles, looking up her skirt.

“You know I’m wearing panties, Hades.”

“When I was human, women didn’t wear underwear, hosiery only went up above the knees, and the skirts were so long. I like the variety.” Hades was considered by many students to be a campus cat. Plenty of people fed him, snuck him into their rooms, let him trail under their feet as he looked up their skirts, watch them get dressed, listened to their private conversations. In essence, he was a perfect spy. “It’s not even supposed to hit sixty this week, and there are still plenty of girls running around without panties on…the modern world is wonderful. I saw a naked Indian girl the other day. Beautiful, giant breasts, compared to yours at least, nearly black nipples, dark tan skin. You should totally seduce an Indian girl. She had this perfect triangle of a bush, shaved, I think, but still, I nearly teleported into her room to nuzzle her.”

“Hades, you’re sounding borderline racist, or fetishist…I don’t know, creepy, regardless. And what did I tell you about teleporting?”

“Only do it if I’m in danger. Still, I’ve been in the Americas since the late 1600s. I have never seen an Indian woman naked—Native Americans sure, and while we called them Indians back then, there was nothing *racist* about it.” Sabina waved him off. “Well, we were just racist in other ways.” Sabina rolled her eyes.

“I have to go to class.” She shooed him toward the window.

“Leave it open. I like watching your roommate get dressed. She has freckles right above her asshole…how does that even happen?” Sabina left the cat and went to class. Hades was occasionally useful, but there was a lot of chaff to sift from what little wheat he offered.

**End Part 1**

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