Extracting his eternal soul

The witch cackled to herself as Simon's screams filled her foul hut. She leaned in and gave his still rock-hard cock a long, wet lick with her gnarled old tongue which silenced him for a moment, the confusing mix of pleasure and revulsion only serving to increase his overwhelming sense of dread.

The witch rose from the bed and shuffled her withered, hunched form across the room as she spoke.

"You won't remember me, but I remember you sonny." she began. "Rude little bastard you are, to treat an old lady like that."

She turned back to face Simon, a large globe in her hands which seemed to glow as she approached.

"This here is where rude folks like you end up, see." She turned the globe in her hands and Simon saw what looked like ghostly faces appear briefly, then blow away as if trapped in some kind of unearthly vortex. "Keep your enemies close, my mother used to say."

The witch placed the globe beside Simon on the bed which he now realised was nothing more than a damp, musty pile of blankets and pillows. He stared at the thing in terror as wispy faces washed by, some seemingly screaming, others laughing but some were even more terrifying. Some seemed to be looking right at him, not with simple curiosity but with hunger. With need.

"N-no..." Simon stammered, his words failing him in this, his last moment. "P-please..."

The witch hushed him with a glance as she resumed her position between his legs, her slack, puckered mouth forming a grin as she looked upon his raging erection once more.

"See, getting in there's the fun part sonny. You don't want to waste that, because once you're in I'm guessing it won't be so nice for a pretty young thing like you." she said with a chuckle as she reached out and wrapped a bony hand around Simon's cock. "Put a lot of horrible men in there I have. Rapists, torturers, murderers and all. Bet they can't wait for a sweet new plaything to use for eternity."

She chuckled once more and just as Simon was about to plead for mercy he was silenced by the sensation of the witch's wet lips on his aching cock. She gave it a long, slow slurp then explained, "See, all it takes is for me to get a nice big load of your essence in there, and you're stuck forever. I suppose if you can hold out long enough I might get tired and let you go... but better men than you have tried and failed."

As realisation sunk in, Simon finally found his voice, "No, no, no, no, noooo..." came his cry but it quickly trailed off once the witch resumed her work. Her toothless maw and thick, rough tongue turned out to be an incredible tool for pleasuring the male organ, not least due to the ancient crone's extensive experience. She knew the young man had no hope of holding out - in fact the way his cock already pulsed inside her mouth she knew she would be tasting his sweet seed in mere minutes.

Simon tried to fight it but unable to move as he was, his voice caught in his throat as he gasped for breath. There was little he could do besides try to focus on unsexy thoughts, glancing between the horror of the globe and the witch's revolting, bobbing head as she pleasured him. Try as he might, his cock seemed to have a mind of its own, the intense stimulation the witch was giving him by far the best blow job he had ever had. As he watched her work he felt himself beginning to warm to her, to start to want to let go and feel the release that he so longed for.

He pushed such thoughts away but staring into the globe was no better. The faces seemed to be appearing more often and lingering longer now, the whole globe thobbing with glowing light, seemingly in time with his own pulsing cock. The more he stared at it the more he thought he could hear chanting coming from inside, low at first but quickly building up inside his head. "Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum..."

Simon felt the familiar throb of his cock as it primed itself to unload, the moment he would pull out and take breath on those rare occasions he wished to prolong his lover's pleasure. In this moment though, he had no option but to endure the witch's ministrations, each throb coming harder than the next until he. Couldn't. Hold. Back.

Simon howled as his cock erupted in the old witch's mouth, jet after jet of thick, hot cum shooting wildly from his spasming rod as he experienced the greatest climax of his life. Inside Simon's mind the brief moment of pleasure seemed to go on forever as his world slowed and everything became clear. As if in a dream he suddenly saw a young woman, the witch he realised, many years ago. She looked sweet, pretty and he felt impossibly connected to her. When she reached out and pulled him into an embrace he did not resist, her warm bosom like a beacon of hope, a memory of home as he nestled to her and basked in her all-encompassing glow.

Suddenly Simon was torn from his blissful reverie, the warmth quickly fading as it felt like he was torn violently from the one thing he needed most in the world. He was falling, he realised, faster and faster. For a brief moment he saw light and in it, caught a glimpse of himself lying on a pile of soiled old sheets. His face was a rictus of pleasure, his eyes rolled back in his head and his lips stretched wide in a satisfied grin. The image quickly passed and he realised he was still falling, now down into a deep darkness that as far as he could tell, went on forever.

The witch spat the last remnants of Simon's load into the globe then licked her lips, savouring the taste of the young nobleman's virile seed. Humming to herself she lifted the ghastly object, swishing it around slightly before peering expectantly at the swirling mist inside. Surely she wouldn't have to wait long before she caught a glimpse of the newest addition to her collection.