**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!”
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_The second story is a loose follow-up to the first. Enjoy!_
**THE THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE**
Lady Edolina couldn’t make out the features of the hooded figure only a few feet in front of her. The dim light thrown by the candles made it impossible to tell how old the witch was. Lady Edolina didn’t even know what the witch looked like as she had refused to turn away from her work. Whatever she was toiling away at, Lady Edolina had no clue.
“Am I to trust you, witch?” Lady Edolina asked.
“Yes, yes. Of course, girl,” the witch replied.
“How much coin for the potion then?”
“Coin is inconsequential. What I require is a male. He must be a virgin. And of hardy constitution…”
“A virgin male? For what purpose?”
“Are you daft, girl? Don’t question me. If you can’t handle such a simple payment, leave!”
Lady Edolina stood there, shocked. *You indignant bitch!* she thought. No one in her entire life spoke to her that way before.
“I will try to return tomorrow with one virgin male.”
“And…”
“What else?”
“That you will learn of when you return with your payment.” The witch laughed as Lady Edolina left.
• • •
Lady Edolina sat next to her closest friend on a bench in the garden of the grand estate which she would one day inherit. Birds chirped, butterflies fluttered.
“Nel, I have a bit of an odd question for you…”
“Ask away, Lady Edolina,” he replied, taken a bit aback by the formality of using his name and mocking her in return.
Nel was no longer the chubby boy who chased her insistently from the moment he hit puberty. He had grown into a strong young man and dreamt of traveling across all of Gaarp, quelling evil and becoming a knight. He was an apprentice swordsman in the Duke’s guard, learning from the best fighters the duchy had to offer.
“Are you a… virgin?”
“Excuse me?”
“Have you had sex with anyone yet? Perhaps a prostitute at the brothel?”
“Why do you care!” Nel replied, standing up. “I, I, uh, have to head to the armory. My training for the day starts soon.” Nel started to walk away when Lady Edolina grabbed his wrist.
*Perfect, I knew he still is!*
“Relax, Nel. It’s okay if you are. Actually, I want the answer to be ‘yes.'” Nel looked away when he saw that she was staring right into his eyes.
Nel built up his courage and grabbed her hand in his. “Have you finally changed your mind about me? Gods, I thought you were only attracted to women! All those years I spent trying to make you love me…”
“I need you to do me a favor first, though. There’s a witch a few villages over. She makes *special* potions. I’ve heard her potions are so potent that when two lovers drink one and kiss, their attraction never fades. Will you skip your training today and go with me to get one? It’ll make your first time even more memorable.”
“Skip my training? I’ve never missed a day. It was just last week when your father praised me in the courtyard for my diligence.”
Lady Edolina looked up at him again, fluttered her eyes, and exposed a hint of cleavage through the neck of her dress. “Please, Nel?”
“Let me fetch a horse,” he said, galloping off himself.
*Men, they only think with their cocks. So predictable.* Lady Edolina smiled as she sat on the bench waiting for her knight to return.
• • •
The horse drank water from the bucket, pleased to no longer have two humans riding on his back. He didn’t seem to mind that the water was mossy and gods know how old.
“Are you sure this is it?” Nel asked. “There are no windows.”
“Does this not look like a witch’s abode?”
Lady Edolina rapped on the door of the hut. The door unlatched and creaked opened all on its own. Nel grabbed the hilt of his sword, sweat forming on his brow. Unfazed, Lady Edolina entered and pulled Nel along with her.
The hut smelled of burnt sage and was filled with smoke. Shelves covered in bottles, vials, and jars lined the walls of the main room, filled with all manners of indeterminable substances. The hooded figure who Lady Edolina had only seen the back of turned from the table and said, “Yes, yes. You’ve done well, girl.” She was younger and more beautiful than Lady Edolina assumed she would be from the way she walked and talked. *I thought she was ancient—older than mother. How peculiar.* The witch eyed Nel up and down and muttered, “He’s no Luke, but he’ll do.”
“Well, what now?” Lady Edolina asked.
“Sit, sit,” the witch said, grabbing a chair and dragging it over to where Nel stood. On guard, Nel stepped back.
“We’d like one of your *special* potions, witch,” Nel said, hand still on the hilt of his sword.
“She’ll have to brew it, Nel. Sit down, it’s okay. It might take a while. We’re in no rush,” Lady Edolina said.
Nel hesitated and then sat on the chair.
The witch pulled a small vial out of her robe, popped the cork off, and handed it to Nel. “Drink this, boy. You’ll need it for the *special* potion to work.”
Nel held up the vial and inspected it. Dense, viscous fluid swayed back and forth. He sniffed it. It smelled like mushrooms. Behind the witch, he saw Lady Edolina wink at him and run her hands along her torso, accentuating her figure. With that, he drank the contents of the vial in one quick swig. Nel’s head shuddered as it went down.
“Does Lina have to drink it too? It’s quite vile.”
“No, only men need it,” the witch said as she circled around the chair, smiling. She ran her fingernails along Nel’s shoulders.
“Don’t touch me, witch!”
The witch grabbed his hair, pulled back his head, and asked, “How do you feel, boy?”
Lady Edolina stood there lost in thought, focused on getting what she desired most, the potion to give to her dear Imme. *Tonight will be the night, once this is all over. With this witch’s potion, there’s no way she won’t love me. How I’ve longed to see what lies beneath her dresses and run my hands along her body…*
“I feel… I feel… So incredibly horny.” Luke looked down at his waist. His erection was visible through his tunic. “What did you have me drink?”
“‘Twas just a little taste of what’s to come, but now I require my payment. Don’t make this any harder than it need be. Relax. Enjoy yourself. You’ll never forget your first time, boy. Well, girl, now it’s your turn. Do what you please. But don’t let him come, that’s when I’ll step in.”
“I’m, uh, just not in the mood right now,” Lady Edolina replied.
“Not in the mood? This has nothing to do with mood.”
“It’s just that…”
“I had a feeling,” the witch muttered. “Fine, fine. I’ll have another use for you soon.” She dropped her robe to the floor without pause. *Her body, it’s unbelievable,* Lady Edolina thought. The witch pulled Nel’s tunic up and straddled him, holding onto his shoulders for balance.
“No, no, stop! I want my first time to be with Lina!”
He tried to push the witch away, but he didn’t have the strength. “You’re a fool,” the witch said.
“Oh gods,” Nel muttered as the witch guided his cock inside of her.
With each bounce, she muttered in an angry tone, “Luke. You. Dumb. Bastard. You. Think. You. Can. Just. Leave. Me.”
“Luke? Who’s Luke?” Nel asked, panting.
“Shut up! None of your concern.”
The lethargy began to fade in the rest of Nel’s body the more the witch fucked him. He let go of his inhibition and embraced what was happening by grabbing the witch’s ass.
“You insolent twat, don’t you dare touch me!”
The witch smacked his face, which turned bright red. Lady Edolina looked over, shocked at how cruel the witch was. *Poor, Nel. I’m sure he’s enjoying himself though.*
The witch kept riding Nel. Soon, Nel’s ass clenched, hovering right on the edge of orgasm. “Don’t you dare come inside of me, boy. At least not *yet*.” The witch rose off of his cock. It bounced back and forth, longing for the witch’s pussy.
“Now it’s your turn, girl. Come hither.”
“But, I’m not…” Lady Edolina started. *The witch just doesn’t get it.*
“Not him, me. It has been many moons since anyone has made me orgasm.”
“Why not just get it over with? He’s so close.”
“You dare question me? *This* is the second part of your payment. I need to come first to have the most effective transmutation, and there’s no way *he’s* going to make me come.”
*But Imme’s the only one I want…*
“Do you want the potion or not, girl?”
*It won’t matter, Imme won’t know.*
Lady Edolina walked over to the witch. “You know what to do, don’t you?”
Lady Edolina ran her thumbs down the witch’s nipples. “They’re so hard,” Lady Edolina said.
“Yes, yes,” the witch muttered. “Lick them.”
Lady Edolina took the witch’s breast in her mouth and encircled the nipple with her tongue. *This is for making me do this to poor Imme!* She then bit hard on the witch’s nipple. Surprised, the witch grabbed Lady Edolina’s hair and yanked her head back. “On your knees, girl. Use your tongue. Like a dog.”
“I’m no one’s dog! I’m the Duke’s daughter, and no one speaks to me that way!” Lady Edolina said. “I don’t need your potion, Imme will still love me without it!”
The witch smiled. “You’re willing to risk her love just because you won’t lick my pussy? I’m sure Imme will find some other noblewoman to sweep her off her feet.”
*No, there can be no one else!*
Lady Edolina dropped to her knees. The witch pushed Lady Edolina’s head into her crotch. The aroma was intoxicating. Lady Edolina began running her tongue between the witch’s lips.
The witch glanced over at Nel, who was sitting there stroking his cock. “Boy, don’t you even *think* of coming!”
*Think of Imme, think of Imme.*
“You’ll never win Imme’s love eating her out like that, even *with* the potion. Focus on the clit, girl, the clit. Yes, yes, that’s it! Now use a finger, too!”
Lady Edolina stuck her middle finger into the witch’s pussy, applying pressure on the inside while she lapped up the witch’s clit. The witch’s body began to quiver. “Don’t stop, don’t stop. Yes, yes! That’s it!” Her head flew back and her whole body shook as she moaned.
As quickly as the witch could, she rushed over to Nel and slid back on his cock. “Now, boy, now. Come for me!”
As if he was waiting for that moment his entire life, his body obeyed. “Oh, gods!” He bucked and bucked, like a wild horse, filling the witch’s pussy with cum.
“Yes, yes! I feel it, it’s happening. My precious ingredient, it’s been so long since I’ve had a fresh harvest.”
The witch unmounted Nel, who could barely sit upright in the chair, grabbed a large vial off of the shelf, and wiped as much of the cum into it from her pussy as she could. It was radiant blue and still steaming. “An exceptional harvest, truly,” she said as she eyed the vial.
Lady Edolina walked up to Nel, a puddle of flesh and bones on the chair, and whispered in his ear, “Don’t you dare tell anyone about this or you can kiss your dreams of becoming a knight goodbye.” Nel faded into a deep sleep.
The witch was already at her table with her robe back on, brewing away. A few minutes later, she returned with two corked vials. “You’ve exceeded my expectations, girl. Two for the price of one.” She handed Lady Edolina the vials. “Now, leave. I have work to tend to.”
“But what about Nel? I don’t think he even has the strength to walk.”
“Don’t worry about the boy. I’ll take care of him.” The witch laughed softly.
*Imme, I’m on my way!* Lady Edolina thought as she mounted the horse and rode off, the two vials clinking together softly in her cloak pocket.
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_[Inspired by these two prompts from u/DinoProGames.](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/o5n3g7/pm_wizards_witches/h2nn79b/?utm_source=reddit&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) Thanks for reading!_
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/og7fvj/the_witchs_apprentice_the_things_we_do_for_love