You're just saying words, what could happen?

"Repeat after me. Fqpmg, mngbkm!"

The words slide out of your mouth with surprising ease. "Fqpng mngbkm!" You feel weird.

"Excellent deary. Now touch these."

She leads you to a worn antique looking bookshelf with even older menacing looking books on it. You touch one.

Without even opening the cover you know it is a book of spells. Every spell in the book etches itself upon your mind. Spells of pestilence, potions to bend wills, glamours to hide, spells of transmutations, and many others fill you memory. You touch another book, and then another. You notice your fingers have turned a putrid green. That makes you laugh.

"Eh heh heh!" You cackle.

After you touch the last book on the shelves you turn to look at your mentor. You are shocked. She is hot. Just looking at her jutting chin, phallic nose, and putrid green complexion is making you wet.

"Eh heh heh." She giggles. "You may be wondering why you suddenly find me irresistible. You are a witch now. The more you use dark power, the more your appearance will change to match your corrupted soul. My appearance is that of a witch of great power, and you will now find power is your aphrodisiac of choice."

That sounds ridiculous, but you can't argue with your desire to lick her pocked body, to kiss her thin cruel lips.

You take a step toward her. "May I?"

"Of course deary."

She puckers her lips and you kiss them. She tastes deliciously sour and rotting. She slides a pair of gnarled fingers into your sex. She mouths a word and her fingers begin to vibrate.

You yell, "Fuck yes!" as you come.

You dive into her crotch tickling her green thighs. You lick furiously. She squirts into your mouth again. You savor the flavor of decaying cheese and swallow as much as you can.

"Very nice deary. You should go. Seek to form a full coven as quickly as possible. Do you have access to other women?"

"Eh heh heh heh! You picked the right girl. My sorority sisters will make a fine coven!"