A Coven of Witches

It was the evening after Elara Crowe had visited your home. The whole debacle concluded quickly after her agreement to devote herself and her coven to you. Despite very little in the way of assurances beyond her word, you had let Elara leave your home. It had been a gamble, but the witch had been honest. Lexi had followed up and confirmed that you had received a glowing assessment from the typically critical AWIO investigator. For now, it seemed you and your family had escaped the trouble unscathed.

Morgana and Lexi had spent the time in between drafting ideas for the devil’s contract. You weren’t the most savvy when it came to clauses and loopholes, but you trusted them to protect you from any potential mishaps from forming this contract.

If you were being honest, you felt a combination of apprehension and excitement over the thought of forming a bond with real witches. Despite the world now having a gateway to a realm of magic and fantasy, the concepts of witches still elicited a level of skepticism in you. Media portrayal of witches was rife with old crones, poisoned apples, curses, dark magic, and profane rituals held in dens of evil. It worried the human part of you to be involved in such things. Still, the devil part of you felt elated at the idea of gaining followers and building power. It was a feeling that had grown in you each time you had subjugated someone. The prospect of the debauchery you might find yourself in with a coven of women who worshipped you hadn’t escaped you either.

Elara had been in contact with Lexi, who had been acting as your sort of occult lawyer. She had brought you the information on the coven, and Elara had presented you with profiles of the women involved. A cursory glance revealed there wasn’t a crone in the bunch. You had to admit that the witches in Elara’s coven were quite beautiful. Her excitement was palpable as she handed you files and described the members who would soon be your followers.

“Lord Asmodeus…” She began, her now reverent tone was in stark contrast to her initial attitude. “I’ve compiled a dossier on each of my coven members who will be joining your service. I’ve included photos, background information, and business dealings. I’ve also added the height, weight, and bust measurements per your request.”

That last part was a surprise to you, but then you realized it was probably something Lexi had requested on your behalf. That cheeky little imp was going to pay for making you look like a perverted old man. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to look, right?

You flipped open the first file. Elara, taking her cues from you, began.

“Our eldest member is Selena Blackwood: 5’10”, 145 lbs, 36D. Ms. Blackwood is the CEO of a tech company called Nocturn Technologies, which is involved with cybersecurity. In addition to our regular offerings to you, Selena has included the use of her connections to completely encrypt and protect you and your wives’ files and information. Not even a skilled investigator would see anything out of the ordinary now. She will also be running point on protecting your data and security from this point forward. It’s a modern world, and we need to protect you from modern threats.”

“That’s really impressive. What exactly will it cost me to have Ms. Blackwood’s services?” You asked, assuming that this “service” would be one of those quid pro quo aspects of the pact relationship.

“Selena will be doing this for free with no strings attached. She only requested that Lord Asmodeus considers a private meeting at a later date.”

“Alright.”

You examined the file more closely.

Ms. Blackwood was fairly tall and elegant with platinum hair and blue eyes. Her picture showed her in a designer suit of impeccable quality and style. It was a deep wine red and cinched at the waist, accentuating her figure. Her pencil skirt stopped just above the knee, revealing just a glimpse of her toned legs before giving way to her stilettos. You noted a snake-like necklace with jeweled eyes around her neck. She was a bit older than you at forty-one, and was beautiful even compared to younger women.

The file went into incredible detail, and you wondered just how Elara managed to create this whole series of documentation in such a short time. The little witch was full of surprises.

“Our next member is Rose Valera. She’s a thirty-six year old tattoo artist who owns an upscale parlor called Blood & Sigil. She’s not your run of the mill tattoo artist either. Her works have been featured in several articles. Her measurements are: 5’8”, 138 lbs, 34C. Rose is offering to support you and your family with her runic magic. She is capable of inscribing runes that would boost certain characteristics. In return, she simply requests you to help her by lending your magic for use in empowering her creations.”

It was an interesting proposition, and you were curious what sort of things she could enhance with her magic.

“Interesting.” Is all you said aloud.

Looking at the file, Rose had olive skin, dark hair, and deep brown eyes. Her clothes consisted of fitted black leather pants, which hugged her legs like second skin. She wore a cropped tank top. The low-cut of the shirt exposed some of her cleavage. Over it, she wore a distressed leather jacket. Her most striking feature was the tattoos that covered most of her body, and some piercings on her brow, septum, and lip. While watching you scan the photo and information, Elara mentioned that Rose’s tongue was pierced as well and didn’t try to hide the implication.

“Next, we have Lilith Hawthorne, a thirty-four year old owner of an underground nightclub called ‘Eclipse’. It is a more exclusive club that requires membership to get in. Should you want it, Lilith has offered you a platinum membership, which is the most exclusive VIP status. No strings attached, but she may try to persuade you to invest. She has offered to personally cater to any needs you might have there. Her measurements are: 5’7”, 130 lbs, 32B.”

You’d never really been a club person before, but you thought it might be an interesting prospect for you and your wives.

Lilith had wavy auburn hair that cascaded over bare shoulders. Her green eyes smoldered with mischief. She was wearing a floor-length gown with dramatic slits, draping her curves like liquid shadow. She favored a low neckline. Her beauty was undeniably intoxicating, and her full lips curved into a sultry smirk.

“Next is Ivy Delacroix. She’s a twenty-nine year old woman who runs a small apothecary shop called “The Verdant Cauldron”. It’s a niche business that offers dried herbs, handcrafted teas, and natural remedies. She is a skilled alchemist who has offered to provide you with support materials and alchemical healing in exchange for granting her some of your magic. Her measurements are 5’5”, 130 lbs, and…” Elara paused. You weren’t sure if it was for dramatic effect.

“Something wrong?” You asked.

“N-no. You’ll be pleased to know that Ivy’s bust size is 36E. I mean, if large breasts really matter. Personally, I don’t see the appeal of large bags of fat. Seems like they’d get in the way. What you really need is a pleasant little handful, like a B cup. Anything else would just be excessive, don't you think? I mean, I’m sure Lord Asmodeus likes breasts of different sizes. The Lord of Lust would obviously have a refined palate when it comes to women, right?”

The flurry of thoughts that spilled from Elara’s lips was a whirlwind. Was Elara self conscious about her body? She was beautiful, and it bothered you that she was so thrown off because she was more slender. True, you personally were a boobs guy, but that didn’t make women like her and Lexi less charming.

You naturally released your charm magic throughout the area. It had a visible effect on the petite witch. You watched as her tense shoulders eased.

“You don’t have to worry about that.” You purred. “I’m already forcing myself to hold back with you until the ritual. Even now, I’m feeling tortured by only being able to look at you. I don’t suppose you and I could engage in a little pre-ritual practice after this briefing, could we?”

Elara quivered under your influence. “Y-you kn-know we can’t, my Lord. L-Lady M-Morgana forbade it.”

You made an exaggerated face of disappointment before looking her up and down. “Pity…” You felt like a creep with the performance, but you didn’t want your new ally to feel like she wasn’t attractive. It was true that your urges were in full swing. Elara was good looking and, by the looks of all this work she had done, incredibly smart and capable. You liked women who exuded power, and Elara checked that box off. The reality was you would have taken her if she’d agreed.

You decided to look at the file for Ms. Delacroix.

While not as flashy as the others, she was beautiful with long chestnut hair and hazel eyes that shifted between green and brown like changing seasons. She dressed in a flowing skirt with an off-the-shoulder peasant blouse that exposed her delicate collar bones and hugged her ample bust. Her corset-style bodice drew attention to her small waist while supporting her generous curves. Earth tones and a style that almost resembled historical cosplay appeared to be her preference. She also adorned herself with gold bangles, beaded necklaces, and silver rings.

“The last person is our youngest member Vivienne Winters. We call her Vivi for short. Vivi is twenty-four years old and is currently working as a cashier. She is 5’4”, 118 lbs, and her bust is 32C. While she does not have the same influential connections, she is a talented clairvoyant. Vivi is offering her skills as additional compensation.”

Elara seemed like she was going to continue, but then stopped short.

“Something else?” You offered.

“Y-yes. Vivi made a special request. Given that her gifts are quite unique and powerful, Vivi wanted to offer more personalized and exclusive services should you agree to cover her costs of living.” Elara seemed anxious to share the request.

“What sort of living expenses are we talking about?” You inquired.

“Vivi is looking for housing, utilities, food, and tuition support. She’s currently working on her law degree. Her exact words were ‘Ideally, I want a sugar daddy.’”

“Unfortunately, I personally am not very wealthy. I may not be able to fulfill that request.” It was a bit of a sting to your male pride admitting it, but the divorce had cleaned you out. You might be a prince in concept, but the royal coffers weren’t exactly bursting. That being said, why weren’t you wealthy? You had magic and support. There had to be some way to translate that into income. An issue for future Jim, you decided.

“I’ll get back to you on that. I may not personally have much funding now, but I have resources. After the ritual, I’ll meet with Vivi and see if we can work something out. If her gifts are that rare and powerful, I’d like to capitalize on that.”

“That works for us. No pressure, my lord. These are just additional options that I wanted to present to you.”

You took a closer look at Vivi’s file.

The younger woman was hauntingly beautiful with pale skin that was almost luminescent, and inky black eyes. She had silky, midnight-blue hair that was tucked underneath a beanie. She was dressed in an oversized sweater that left her body to the imagination, along with a pair of ripped jeans. She kept her accessories simple–a single silver pendant, a thin black choker, and fingerless gloves.

Elara stood observing you, waiting for a sign that you were satisfied with the information.

“What do you think, Lord Asmodeus? Is the coven to your liking?”

“I am quite satisfied actually. I’m looking forward to our collaboration. There was one thing I noticed was missing…” You said while stacking the files in place. Elara looked alarmed.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t think I missed anything. What do you need?”

You grinned playfully.

“Where is my dossier on Ms. Elara Crowe?”