Apartment

It was 1 AM when she woke up, but she didn't know that. She was lying on a couch, covered by two blankets and her head wrapped around a wet towel and her wound all gauzed up.

"Oh, you've woken up." said the blonde guy she had enchanted not so long ago "Thank God. I thought you were dead."

"What time is it?" she asked trying to get ahold of her surroundings and when the guy told her the time he asked one more question "When did you met me for the first time?"

"11 hours ago."

The witch opened her eyes as wide as possible. She needed to work as fast as possible.

"Come here." she said, getting the blanket out of her body and sitting down on the couch and feeling how the world started to spin around her "Oh, no, really. Come here."

The blonde hurried and sat right beside the witch offering physical and emotional support.

"Oh! Are you okay?" she said "You fell down in an alley and hit your head. You probably shouldn't make such fast moves right now."

"Shut up and follow my lead." she said as she started kissing him.

She needed to finish the ritual; to get him to orgasm and make him enterily hers. But the world kept spinning and spinning... She needed to do it quickly.

"Open your legs." she comanded and he obeyed.

She pulled the jeans and his underwear down his legs. At first she tried to stick his dick inside, but she couldn't make any physical movements nor concentrate on the body in front of her or any other beautiful body she had seen before so she used her hand and made an effort.

She could have easily created an illusion but her powers weren't functioning at their full capacity. As she moved her hand up and down and the blonde moaned louder and louder she tried to get ahold of what was happening.

"How could this be?" she thought to herself "Why are my powers not working? Is my energy slipping away in this world with no magic? Will this golden guy ever cum?".

The witch used the last of her strengths to send a message to the blonde's aroused mind.

"CUM." he heard on his head over and over again as the hand started to go slower, but the message was enough. He came.

And the magician? She fell almost **** on top of the blonde guy feeling the warmth and hardness of his chest.

"Oh... That was... That was... Oh, shit. Are you okay?"

The witch couldn't say an answer as her energy slowly abandoned his body. She needed to recover them, but how? What was wrong with her? Was she... No. It couldn't be. She couldn't be mortal. Not, that couldn't...

She faded away as the blonde said some last words to her new Mistress.

"How could I forget? Have you eat something this whole day?"

It was 9 AM.

She woke up as tired as she could ever be. This time she was lying on a bed instead of a couch, but she could feel she was in the same place as before; she could sense the smell of colone and some kind of spice coming from... from all over the place!

She saw to her right. There was a plate with food on it: a piece of meat inbetween two pieces of bread and some kind of bubbly black water. She left the toxic water on the side but truly enjoyed the bread and meat.

The witch slowly got up from bed, trying to not make herself dizzy again and got out of the room. She found herself inside another room, the one she was before when she passed out. The golden boy was on the other side of the room playing with some weird instruments and dealing with a strange organic body.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, Mistress! I didn't hear you coming out of the room." he looked at his bacon "This? It's just bacon."

"What's this... bay-con?? What do you do with it?"

"Uhm... Eat...?" Eating! Of course! That's what she was missing.

"What's your name, Golden Boy?"

"Okay... I might be eternally bound to you, but we need to get some things straight: I'm 24 years old, there's no need to call me 'boy'." the witch couldn't believe the insolence, but she guessed that's what happens when you finish the ritual while you're not at your full power "And second, my name's Charles. But you can call me Charlie, Mistress." he winked at her.

"You have a twitch in your eye... Charlie."

"Oh, Mistress... You might look young but you act like an old woman."

"That's because I'm old."

Charlie put his bacon out of the frypan and put it right besides his toasted bread.

"You can't be older than 29. How old are you?"

"I am as old as the time."

"Well, for being as old as time you know shit about bacon." he took a bite out of her toast "Jeez, Mistress, you need a history lesson. By the way, I have friends coming, if you don't mind, I'd rather call you with another name whenever someone's present because calling you 'Mistress' all the time is going to rise red flags." he sat in the same couch she was sleeping before waiting for an answer.

"I've had many names. One of them , the one I liked the most has been 'Racherkong The Powerful' and also--"

"That's not going to make it." said Charlie "What about...?"