I summoned a witch to try and save my marriage. What could go wrong?

Derek checked the printout again, going over every detail. He had the candles in the right position, the runes were drawn just like in the picture, and the incantation was ready. He glanced at himself in the mirror and had a momentary flash of doubt.

What was he doing? He didn’t believe in magic. This was crazy.

But by now, he was at the end of his rope. He had tried talking to Emily a thousand times about their problems. He had suggested couples therapy, adult stores, watching porn together, role play, toys, dress up…anything he could think of. Yet at every suggestion, she continued to rebuff him. At this point, it had been a solid six months since they had slept together. But no matter how he tried to approach the issue, she seemed disinterested in the idea.

Was it him, he wondered, as he looked at his reflection. He had been channeling all of his sexual frustration into working out, into improving his body, hoping she would notice. But still, nothing. He had been getting plenty of attention from his coworkers, but it wasn’t them he wanted.

He wanted his wife.

And so he had turned to the internet, the only place to get fully credible and not-at-all-batshit advice. That’s where he stumbled onto the forum about “Morrigan.”

They called her a “sex witch.” Apparently she had been burned at the stake over two hundred years ago for driving her village mad with lust, causing wives to cheat on their husbands, husbands to cheat on their wives, mass orgies, all sorts of forbidden taboo chaos. And yet, they say that with the proper spell, at the proper time of night, she could be summoned.

The forum was full of testimonials claiming that it worked. Morrigan could be summoned, they said, and for a small price (they were all vague on that point), she would do incredible things to their sex life. One poster even claimed that his wife had become a porn star (with his blessing) after summoning her, and yet before, they hadn’t slept with each other in two years, and that she was a virgin before they had gotten married.

He knew it was crazy.

And then he had a drink.

And another.

And another.

And now it was 11:59. He was naked (as per the instructions) in his bathroom, the only light coming from six identical wax candles, runes drawn on the mirror while his wife slept ignorantly in the other room.

The clock turned to midnight.

It was now or never.

Holding the printout aloft, he began to recite the lines. Derek had taken some Latin in college, so he was familiar with the pronunciations, although the words themselves were unknown to him. As he finished the first line, he felt a slight chill, as if someone had opened a window. He thought that maybe he should stop, but something compelled him to continue.

The air grew colder and colder. When he finished the second set, an actual gust of wind rushed through the bathroom, extinguishing the three candles to his left. His heart beat like a hammer in his chest. He glanced at the mirror and saw that his body was reacting too. His cock was slowly springing to life, filling with blood and starting to rise. And yet he couldn’t stop…wouldn’t stop. He continued reading until the third and final line was done.

The other three candles blew out.

He looked up into the mirror. It was pitch black. And yet, two small shining lights appeared over his shoulder. The candles flicked to life, slowly illuminating the room. The lights he saw in the mirror became a pair of eyes staring at him under a crimson hood. Derek stared straight ahead, not daring to turn around as her shape gradually began to take form in the reflection.

At her waist was a flowing skirt of black that cling to her waist below her belly button. The fabric seemed to be made of crow’s feathers. Her pale skin looked soft and slightly luminescent, her toned stomach was exposed. A low cut robe extended from the hood down her chest, cut in the middle to barley cover her impossibly perfect and perky breasts. Her face was obscured, although her eyes shone like flames and the dark red lipstick on her mouth shined in the reflection.

Derek couldn’t breath, his tongue was caught in his mouth. He started to turn around.

“No no no, eyes forward, big boy,” the witch teased, wagging her finger back and forth. Derek froze, his gaze locked onto her eyes in the reflection. She moved closer, seeming to glide like a whiff of smoke. He saw her eyes glance down between his legs, and his own eyes followed. He didn’t know when it happened, but his manhood, which had been flaccid at the beginning of the ritual, now stood straight up at attention. All 8 and a half inches of his thick, hard cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat, standing straight up past his belly button.

“My my my, aren’t I the lucky witch tonight,” she teased. He kept his eyes forward as she came up behind him. He could feel her breath on his back. She traced a long fingernail slowly along his spine, sending his mind into a frenzy. His cock twitched as he slammed his palms down on the counter to try and steady his shaking.

“Now tell me, sweet man,” she whispered in his ear, “why did you summon me tonight?”

As she spoke, he felt her press her body against his from behind, felt her breasts against his back, felt her hand creep along the front of his thigh.

He gulped.

“I summoned you…because…”

“Yessss?” She cooed at him, her long fingernail finding its way to his cock. She traced it slowly down the head, almost painfully, down his long thick shaft.

“I summoned you…because my wife…because she won’t sleep with me.”

“You poor man,” she replied, slowly wrapping her fist around his cock. He could feel it pulsing against the smooth skin of her palm. She gave it a squeeze.

“And your poor little wife, depriving herself of such a beautiful cock.” She started to stroke it. Slowly. Painfully slow. From the head down the shaft, to the base of his balls, and back up. Precum leaked out of him like a leaky faucet, providing lubricant.

“Do you want me to turn your wife into a slut for you?” She teased, rubbing a finger along the tip of his cock, forcing out even more clear precum. Derek gulped.

“Yes,” was all he could manage.

“Mmmmmm” she moaned in his ear, moving her hand faster.

“Do you want me to inspire her to worship this beautiful cock like it deserves to be worshiped?”

“Yes,” he moaned.

“Do you want me to inspire her to fuck all of your friends?”

In his head, he thought, no. No of course not. That’s not what I want at all.

But he only moaned and replied with another “yes.”

“Do you want me to corrupt her until she’s nothing but a greedy little cum whore?”

No.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to turn her into a brain dead, obedient slut, willing to break every taboo, to give in to her every forbidden desire, to become nothing but a walking, breathing, talking sex doll for anyone who wanted a turn, no matter how wrong it was?”

No!

“Yes!”

“Good boy,” she cooed at him.

There was a bright flash of green light. With surprising speed, she pulled him backwards, forcing his back to slam into the bathroom wall. She was on her knees instantly, his cock in her hand.

“Give me all of your delicious, married cum, and the deal is sealed.”

She opened her mouth and plunged his cock all the way down her throat. All 8 and a half inches, gone. He felt her throat tight against him, felt himself throb, felt her tongue massage his balls. She reached up and scratched her fingernails down his stomach, making him squirm. Even if he wanted to resist, he wouldn’t have been able to. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt the hot cum rise up through his shaft and empty into the witches throat. The candles burned impossibly bright, illuminating the bathroom like it was midday. He grunted and he felt himself shoot rope after rope down her mouth, heard her moan as she eagerly sucked down every single drop. His mind went blank as so continued to suck, forcing him past the edge of orgasm and into the realm of pain. He tried to pull her off his sensitive cock to no luck. It seemed to last forever. He closed his eyes hard and tight.

When he opened them, the witch was sitting on the countertop, her legs crossed, the black feather skirt hiked up to reveal the toned white legs underneath, her feet bare. An impossibly long (inhumanly long) tongue licked along her chin, collecting the last remnants of his seed. Her bright eyes glared into his.

“See you soon, handsome man,” she teased. She blew him a kiss. And suddenly, there was nothing but darkness.

He awoke with a start in his bed, heart beating fast, chest covered in sweat. Morning light shone into the room. Emily was already in the bathroom getting ready for work, her thick ass eating up her thong as she applied her makeup. He sat up fast and looked in the bathroom.

No candles. No runes on the mirror. Had it…it must have been, right? It had to be a dream.

She kissed him goodbye and left for work.

He tried to focus as much as he could on his job, but the endless emails and meetings seemed even more monotonous than usual. He kept reliving the events of the night in his head, wondering if it had been real. If it was a dream, it was the most vivid, disturbing dream he had ever had.

When it was finally time to quit for the day, he packed up his things and headed home. As he walked up the front steps, he paused when his hand rested on the doorknob. There were voices inside. Two voices. One was Emily, he was sure of that. And the other…

They were laughing.

His heart beat faster.

He opened the door. “Em?” he called. He steeped into the living room.

His wife was on the couch in her workout clothes. And next to her…

The black skirt was no longer made of crow’s feathers. It was a short, black tennis skirt now. The hooded robe was still crimson, but now it was just a tight workout hoodie. It was open in the middle to reveal a black sports bra, pressing her breasts together. He looked in her eyes. They still shone like candles. She winked at him and licked her lips.

“Hey baby,” Emily said. “This is Morrigan, we met at spin class, and it turns out she just moved in next door! I invited her over for drinks, I hope that’s okay!”

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