Orgy 4: Bewitching Submission

John wasn’t sure how it came to be that Teri had topped Estelle, or how the peppy witch had become so submissive, but he wasn’t going to question it. He made his way over to the pair; Teri had climbed off Estelle and shuffled behind her. The goblin had the witch’s hands pinned above her head. The show of control only seemed to make Estelle more excited, if the wiggle of her hips and contraction of her pussy were any indication.

John took back full control of the slime and, with great effort, pulled the tendril from Estelle’s warmth. The witch whined at the loss of stimulation and Teri let out a tsk.

“So needy,” she sneered before winking at John, a playful smile on her face clueing him in on the game. “Think she deserves a go, John? She did get us into this whole situation.”

Playing along, John let out a thoughtful hum. “True. But then we would have taken a bit longer to get all our feelings out in the open. That has to count for something.”

“I suppose,” Teri remarked. “And it would be a bit cruel to let her sit at the peak, unable to relieve the tension. Isn’t that right?”

“Please,” Estelle panted, wiggling in Teri’s grasp, rubbing her thighs together.

John inched closer to Estelle, reaching his hands down to pull her legs apart, giving him a good look at her dripping pussy. The witch whined, her face crimson and her eyes sparkling with desire.

Deciding to prolong things a bit longer and curiosity just edging out arousal, John asked Teri, “So, how did this come about?”

“Oh, you know,” Teri said. “Just had a bit of a talk, and one thing led to another. Got a bit handsy and Estelle here felt a bit disappointed when I dialed it back. So I decided to go with it.”

Teri let go of Estelle’s wrist with one hand and lightly patted her cheek once she was done speaking.

“Think you’ve done more than ‘go with it’,” John remarked with a grin. “It’s kinda hot.”

Teri blushed and her ears wiggled, the image of a confident, dominant woman faltering a bit. “Guess I did get really into it. A little bit of experimentation doesn’t hurt.”

“It does not,” John agreed and leaned over Estelle to kiss the goblin. “I think Estelle would give you a glowing review.”

“Y-yes!” the witch quickly interjected. “I didn’t even really know I was into this sort of thing, but then you shut me up and it was all like, ‘Wow, I think I like this.’”

“And I picked up on it,” Teri added. “And decided to run with it. In for a penny, in for a pound. Guess we both figured something out about ourselves.”

Beneath them, Estelle squirmed slightly, clearly ready for more, but doing her best to wait for them.

“Someone’s eager,” John said upon noticing her movements, getting ready to shift into the dominant mindset. It wasn’t something he had really fantasized about in the past, and for the most part, sex with his partners had been rather neutral on the dom/sub scale. But he did have some knowledge about how to proceed and Teri was on hand to quickly pick up on any real discomfort coming from Estelle.

John ran his hands along Estelle’s thighs, the pliant flesh glistening with her arousal. He traced a finger up to her pussy, the digit teasing her entrance. “Look how wet you are. Did you enjoy my tentacle?”

“Yes!” Estelle proclaimed. “It was soo good!”

“Glad I thought to grab it,” John remarked, his mind focusing on the pleasure from the slime as it lazily fucked Teri. “And I think I have another idea.”

John focused on the slime, spreading it out as much as he could without disrupting the tentacle in Teri. Then he sent it upon Estelle, coiling thin threads of slime around her body in an admittedly crude imitation of bondage. But Estelle took to the idea very well, her body bucking as the cool slime spread across her flesh.

“We could do this better with more of this stuff,” John said. “If this goes on after today.”

“I, I wouldn't mind seeing if it can,” Estelle revealed. “Y-you’re a great guy, and so are the girls. Not guys, great I mean. I want to try.”

John smiled at Estelle, his finger slipping into her sopping pussy. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll talk to the girls about giving you a chance.”

Estelle’s pussy clamped down on his digit and she moaned as he lightly pushed it deeper in. As John teased her, he did think on if he just made a promise too big to honor. Estelle was a nice girl, and certainly easy on the eyes, but they barely knew her. On the other hand, she seemed very eager to join their very quickly growing relationship and this was far from normal circumstances.

‘Not that far off from how Aeolia and I got together, really,’ he mused. ‘Bit less life and **** struggles leading up to it, but whatever.’

Shelving those thoughts for when his brain wasn’t hopped up on lust magic, John withdrew his finger, eliciting a disappointed moan from Estelle.

“Now, now,” he said in a deep voice. “That was just the appetizer. And it seems like you’re ready for the main course.”

Estelle’s eyes glowed with desire as John brought the tip of his cock to her dripping entrance and pushed in. She accepted him readily, and while there were no discernible differences in the sensations he felt between his cock and the tentacle that had preceded it, John preferred his own flesh being caressed by the witch’s folds. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to employ the slime for other purposes.

As he began to thrust, his hands slipped under Estelle’s hips, palming her ass enthusiastically as he bade the slime to begin caressing the witch’s skin, kneading it like a baker working the dough. Estelle quivered under his extended touch and let out a sharp squeal when John made the slime spread over her nipples, giving each a pinch.

As Estelle’s core massaged John’s cock, he chucked. “Just imagine what I can do with more slime. Have you tied up all nicely, with each inch playing with your body. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Yes!” Estelle cried out, her back arching off the bed.

“Wow, look at that,” Teri spoke up, her breaths coming in quick pants. “You’re really getting into it.”

“Just trying to be a good partner,” John grunted, his teeth clenched as he fought to keep from cumming. The many proceeding orgasms had seemingly drained his endurance and he didn’t know how much longer he could go before cumming.

Teri’s expression softened, likely sensing both his earnest desire and approaching release.

“Keep that up and you’re going to have a lot more girls falling for you,” the goblin said.

“Somehow, I think Senka would like that,” John muttered. “Sometimes I feel like all my wildest dreams went into her.”

“At least we wouldn’t be bored,” Teri laughed before moaning as the tentacle began to pick up its pace. “And it’s not like you weren’t already on this path before she popped up.”

“Fair,” John said, his expression becoming pensive for a moment. “Suppose when my first time happened because I walked in on Aeolia masturbating in my attic, anything can happen.”

“That sounds like quite the s-story,” Teri remarked, her laugh turning into a moan. John could feel her pussy contracting around the tentacle, the rhythmic pulses a sign of her impending climax. Estelle twisted as well, the many avenues of stimulation driving her close as well. With his own orgasm nearing, John decided to take things up a notch with both of them.

Gripping Estelle’s hips tighter, John began to rail into her with as much speed as he could muster. As he did, he took full control of the slime once more, sending a small rivulet of it towards both Estelle and Teri’s clits. Once there, he made the slime latch on, sending both women into an orgasmic spiral. Teri nearly fell back, only just keeping herself upright with a hand.

Estelle’s body seized up, her pussy clamping down on John’s dick as she came. Feeling both their orgasms in quick succession sent John over the edge, his cum finally spilling into Estelle’s warm depths. The witch went limp, her breathing heavy, and John eased himself out of her passage.

He sat back on his haunches as he gathered his breath, trying to feel if the spell they were under was fading. A lewd moan from behind him caused his erection to begin to revive and lust-filled curiosity made him look back.

Brenda was on her back with Kiera atop her in the classic ‘69’ position, the shy bluenette going after the creampie he left in his mother with gusto.

‘Looks like there’s still more in the tank,’ he thought. ‘Once more into the breach I go.’

Anita’s life was paradoxically short and long. She would swear up and down that she had lived in the forest for many seasons. So many blooming days and hot long days, followed by dimming days and cold short days. But at the same time, it felt like things really didn’t start happening before the great tree bloomed and everyone arrived.

The great goddess of the canopy descended, her power like a great but gentle wind that spread seeds about. And those that nurtured the seed stood forth in the final hours to see her descend. And more came, some for a bit, some, like the green folk, for longer. And all the activity made Anita feel happy.

So many new people to see, new bits of magic to grab and move around. Then the purple and pink ladies connected the land to elsewhere and there was so much more to see! Sure, the one place’s magic was cold and sickening, but she felt the currents of home washing away that muck bit by bit every day.

‘Maybe that place is why I’m getting stronger?’ she had thought a few days ago. She had far outgrown most of her troop, with only one mostly matching her. But they didn’t venture as far as she did, and it made sense that her travels let her grow better.

And those travels were how she got here, transformed into something like the goddess’ chosen warriors.

‘Human, right?’ she thought through the odd and hot haze that left something in her body beating hard and fast. ‘This is my heart? How do I know that? Was it something in the magic that happened?’

There were many questions running through her head (‘That’s the right phrase, right?’), and of course she couldn’t ask them as she was dragged into a room by the girls because she couldn’t get the voice to work.

Another attempt to speak only caused the redhead one (‘Vivian?’) to hold up a hand.

“I know you want to talk, and probably have a lot of questions, but trying to **** it might just hurt you,” she said, her voice soothing. Then she frowned. “Are we really going to try and, you know, while she’s like this? It feels a bit wrong, since she can’t let us know what she’s feeling or thinking.”

“Observe had her under the same effect we are,” the tall purple-haired one said (‘Senka, I think. She’s a bit different from everyone else. Even more than the winged one. Aeolia?’). “It probably wouldn’t be good if we left her under it for longer than necessary.”

“I’m with Vivi here,” the short one (‘Beth?’) said. “Kinda feels weird about getting busy with someone that can’t even introduce herself.”

‘I know what’s going on, sort of,’ Anita thought, a frown forming on her face. ‘It’s like breeding, right? We’re all in heat.’

“Look, I think you’ve made Anita mad,” Senka said, getting the other three women to turn their gaze to her. The sudden attention sent a wave of heat rushing through Anita and she rubbed her legs together. “And it seems she’s really feeling it. Suppose that makes sense, what with her only being human-ish for a few minutes.”

“That’s my point,” Vivian protested. “We have no idea just how much her mind is like ours. Does her mind match her body? Does she have the capacity to understand what’s happening?”

“Observe didn’t indicate she was any less intelligent than we are,” Senka said, prompting Anita to nod vigorously. There wasn’t really anything she wasn’t keeping up with, beyond what Observe was. But she was pretty sure it was some kind of magic that let them know stuff. Maybe it was whatever John did that made her feel tingly. The other sort of tingly, that is.

“Looks like she’s following along without any problem,” Aeolia chimed in before shaking her head. “I don’t think we need some major debate about this. Anita, you know what fucking is, right?”

The sudden question caused Anita to blink then frown. She knew that word, but from where she did not know. It was a word for breeding, but how was she supposed to get that across?

‘I know!’ she excitedly thought and shifted her legs a bit, her thighs sticky with the wetness coming from her hot core. Then she brought her hand down and gestured to it.

“Well, I suppose that’s one way to pantomime ‘fucking’,” Senka laughed before she pulled Anita into a hug, her attire vanishing in a wave of darkness. “But I think a better way to get the idea across is something like this.”

Anita gasped as Senka’s fingers pressed into her nether regions, a wave of pleasure nearly causing her to buckle and squirm in Senka’s embrace.

“My, my, you are sensitive,” Senka purred, a devious expression on her face.

“Guess we’re starting this then,” Beth remarked as she began to pull off her clothing. Anita watched intently as the slim girl shimmied out of her clothing, her lithe body so different from hers but in no way not appealing to look at. Aeolia was next to disrobe, her body not too different than Beth’s but her darker skin made for an incredible contrast.

Anita took in a shaky breath as Senka began to move her fingers as the spirit grinned at Vivian.

“I think you’re a bit overdressed, Vivi,” Senka said, slowly working her fingers into Anita’s core.

The redhead sighed as she began to unfasten her pants. “Guess there’s no point in keeping up the argument. Plus, that little pantomime was enough to get across that she gets what’s happening.”

“Glad we’re all on the same page,” Senka said. The spirit picked up the pace of her fingers, causing Anita to gasp and writhe. “Hmm? Has seeing everyone undress gotten you wetter? That does make things more fun, doesn’t it? But I suppose the big question is if you find John attractive?”

Senka brought her other hand to Anita’s breast and began to play with the bountiful flesh. As she pulled at her nipple, the spirit leaned close to Anita’s ear.

“Just imagine John’s hands instead of mine,” she whispered. “His strong and gentle hands playing with your curvy body, exploring every inch of your smooth skin. Giving you so much pleasure you twist about like a leaf on the wind.”

Senka’s words and skilful fingers drove Anita over an edge she didn’t know existed. With a sharp intake of breath, she came, her body shaking for a moment before slumping bonelessly against Senka.

“Wow,” she breathed out, prompting Senka to laugh.

“Looks like all that was needed to find your voice was a good orgasm,” the spirit said.

Anita let out her own weak laugh, a wave of deep tiredness washing over her. Where her head rested upon Senka’s breast felt incredibly comfortable, and her eyes grew heavy.

“Suppose I went a bit too hard there,” Senka said, her voice soft and distant, her hand moving from Anita’s breast to gently comb through her hair. Anita tried to **** herself up, but Senka firmly held her in place. “No, you stay right there. You rest as long as you need. Once you’ve got your breath back, we can get to more.”

Anita nodded, but the tiredness she was feeling didn’t seem like something a quick nap would erase. She snuggled deeper into Senka’s embrace, and with her eyes closed, drifted into sleep with the soft moans from the other girls acting as her lullaby.