That happened?

"Gah fuck! ooh, what the fuck?" You groaned.

You'd nodded off... and something... very wet, and very slippery, and very skilled was on your dick.

You looked down to the covers, seeing something bobbing up and down under the covered. Sighing at the unrelenting pleasure of the feeling on your knob, naturally, you unfurled the covers, to see platinum blonde hair and angry Silver-black eyes.

Izzy's lips were suctioned on your staff, those puffy Latina lips splayed across your cock only for a moment before she let you of with a loud pop.

She stared at you angrily "put those back, Puta!" She growled.

You raised an eyebrow, throwing the covers back down as you gripped the bedsheets at the toe-curling suction, Izzy pausing only to lap at your balls like a thirsty hound as Your eyes crossed "HOOOOOLY SHIT... okay... alright... WOAH FUCKING HELL IZ!?"

Isobella's mouth wrapped around the sensitive helmet of your dick, running her tongue in a marathon around your little warrior down there with a clearly practised precision.

She was losing it down there, the loud gacking sounding from below as she **** the entire length into her throat "Jeeeezuz christ!" You cried, writhing in place as she buried more of your pole in her mouth.

"Fucking hell, I'm Gonna Cum! I'm definitely gonna cum!" You called.

Izzy unfurled the covered glaring at you "I've only been doing this for like 45 minutes, don't you dare!" She growled.

"45 MINUTES!? I deserve to Cum, I have human rights!" You growled back.

She scowled in return "You were ****?"

Okay? so she wanted to play like that? "What are you afraid that You can't do it?"

"Do what?" She snarled.

"Make me cum... really it's okay... lack of experience... it's a bummer." You spoke lightly, mockingly.

The look in her eyes then, it was unimaginably angry, but not at you, it was in a challenging way, she was angry at the gall you had to dare challenge her! "Fuck you. Look at me." She commanded.

"Look at me/don't look at me, make up your miiiiind, okay!? woah!?"

She had already delved deep unto your member, giving you the sloppiest, angriest blowjob you'd ever had, pumping you with her hands, caressing you with her tongue, spiralling in and out of her throat, it was world-shattering, incredible, the way she knew just how to touch you, just how to stimulate the most sensitive parts of you. It was merciless but sensual.

She pumped and pumped away, her charred eyes never breaking from yours as she bobbed endlessly until of course, she slowed, to a careful bob, clicking her fingers, brandishing her spiralling want in a puff of azure smoke.

You tensed... "Izzy I-"

She pushed you back down as you sat up, with a single gesture, open-palmed thrust into the air before you.

Terrifying Black magic aside, Izzy detached from you, for which you long missed her mouth, and looked on in confusion as she touched the rim of her red lips with the wand's tip, whispering softly "Lips forever, mouth a plenty, my mouth is one, but feels like twenty..."

Clicking her fingers the wand disappeared, and looking devilish, she smiled "Can't make you cum, huh? Veamos cómo lidias con esto" she muttered in Spanish before carefully placing your cock back between her puffy lips.

But it was no longer as simple as having Izzy wrapping her lips around you, because as she delved on you like a courtesan... it didn't quite feel right, it felt better than right... it felt... like more...

At the sensation of her lips, nineteen more of those sensations slapped against your foreskin, overwhelming you with overlapping wetness that seemed to hit you on a conveyor belt of pleasure, lapping over you like endless waves as her tongue... or tounges dances along your shaft, coating you with her spittle as she moaned, her nourishing echoing as you growled and groaned, lost in endless pleasure as she **** you into the depth of her maw, drawing out your orgasm, drawing out your lust, sucking away your darkness deep into her maw.

Oooh, witchcraft...What is she doing to us?

You began to speak "Great Hecate, goddess among men... I feel you, I want you. I worship your mouth, and your tongue, and your wetness. I worship the deft nature of your arousal, the shallow waters between your legs..."

She nodded, eyes wide as her hands demanded your climax "Wors-ip, me..." She said, your dick half in her mouth.

"I worship, your silver hair, and your bewitching lips, your shadowed cunt and the waterfall that awaits within them, I want your love, your companionship and the shadows that it swells within me, I want more Yes! Yes! god, what are you doing to me? this is incredible!?" You stammered, eyes crossing "I-I'm going to cum, fuck I'm going to cum..."

She knew, by the pulsing of your shaft, by the thrusting of your hips and the harsh grip you had on her hair.

Bucking widely, and grunting like a hungry dog, you felt your orgasm coming, rising and rising like a fierce whirlwind, before... it came, and in a river of ecstasy, you came. Izzy did not pull away, no... she hilted you deeper into her maw, allowing your semen to splash against the back of her throat, flooding her insides with white, never once drawing away, oh no she guzzled every drop-down, her eyes staring deep into yours as she-

The door swung open "Isobella, do you have any aspirin, I just-Dios mío!"

You froze as a dishevelled Ms Salvador paused, looking at you in shock as you grimaced lightly.

"Charles?" She spoke, though it was more a rhetorical question, a statement than anything.

"Ms Salvador.... Hello"

"Buenos días." She muttered, her eyes tracing your naked upper torso. there was silence for a while before you finally bit the bullet and gestured down to Izzy.

"This isn't --"

It really wasn't... by that you meant, nobody was there... as in Izzy was gone, just gone. leaving you alone, in her bed, with Carolina Salvador, your accountant, staring at You in the general confusion, Mass confusion.

"So... uh, You and Isobella are more than just friends huh?" She noted, finally breaking the silence."

You blinked "I umm..." You felt unqualified to answer that, telling a lady that you were fuck frenemies with her daughter wasn't the best good morning.

She smiled, a little awkwardly, eyeing you "W-well, it's good that she's found a... a nice boy, to... hang out with... it's been so long since she's had a boyfri-"

"Hola mamá"

And who was to appear behind Ms Salvador, snacking on buttered toast than the woman herself. Izzy peered at her mom who smiled "Hola, Isobella, where were you hiding?"

"Charlie and I were doing homework and he passed out, I thought it would be rude to wake him so I slept on the couch."

You frowned unamusedly at her, and Carolina frowned to, looking between you "Mmmm Hmmm, okay... Voy a asumir que estabas haciendo cosas sucias y luego hiciste el portal, así que parece que no lo hiciste?"

Izzy grimaced in panic "¿¡qué!? ¡No!" She cried, flushing red.

Carolina peered at you... You had studied a little Spanish in high school, along with Portuguese and a little Japanese... but you had picked up enough to get the gist of what Izzy's mother said "I heard, Portal and Dirty." You muttered, staring mischievously at Izzy who glared daggers at you.

Her mother went pale "Oh... no, sweetie, it was just a figure of speech, I-I..."

"Oh don't bother..." Izzy sighed, walking over to the bedside and placing herself down in a huff "He knows."

"¡¿ÉL QUE ?!" Carolina cried, her black hair whipping as her bronze face flushed "What do you mean He knows!? kn-knows what?"

"I'm gonna guess that she isn't introduced to people who are familiar with the Dark society much?" You asked Izzy.

She shook her head, looking exasperated "You're an amazing guesser." her voice dripped with sarcasm.

Carolina approached, looking concerned as she spoke to her daughter in Spanish "¿Es ... un hechicero?" Her finger pointed at you.

Izzy shook her head "Muertos vivientes...." You didn't know what that meant.

Carolina looked as if she was gazing upon a different person when she looked at you then, recognition in her eyes, she went to speak but Izzy's eyes prevented whatever words were to escape. "I haven't met another mon-another person of interest before... Charles. Other than Hedwig."

"Hedwig?" You asked.

"My mistress," Izzy answered.

Carolina swept forward, kneeling by your side, it was weird, the way she looked at you in wonder "What... what are you, exactly?" She asked.

You blinked "It's uh, hard to explain."

"But you're not a witch, not like my Baby... Your... Undead, ¿Correcto?"

You looked at Izzy, who refused to meet your eyes. You shrugged "Yes, no, not really... I'm a Child of the Shadows... kind of... like a, I don't know..."

Izzy cut in "He's a monster-slayer, Mama."

The wait felt tight as Your accountant eyed you, nodding a little grimly "Right... Your papa used to have that air about him..."

Izzy noticed your discomfort "Mama, I really need to speak with him alone."

"O-Oh... of course, I'll... just leave you two be..." She stood, though she quickly took your hand and smile a little excitedly "It really is so nice that she has a boyfriend like you who can protect her."

You flushed. Isabella scowled. "Ugh just please go, Mama."

"Alright, alright, I'll be, making some breakfast, feel free to join me... if you're not busy." Carolina awkwardly scuttled off, and Izzy rolled her eye, falling and laying on your lap, a distasteful look on her beautiful Latina features.

"Are you going to make a habit of spreading my business around?" You asked, a little peeved.

Her stained eyes looked up to yours "Trust me, Guapo, if I hadn't told her, she never would have let it go."

But you still weren't satisfied "I want to know how it is that You managed to ditch me in here a minute ago." She frowned "And how you keep teleporting around, what the hell does that have to do with black magic?"

She didn't look very comfortable, though she stuck close as she whispered: "It's not teleportation exactly, it's complicated."

"Apparently not, Hecate... Goddess of Witchcraft." You grinned coyly.

"You know a-about Hecate?" She said a little shellshocked.

"As I said, I've read a lot of books.... and last night, when you were meditating, you kept muttering something... Baba Yaga."

She went pale.

"Baba Yaga is a legendary slavic witch... so are you actually these mythical creatures or are they just titles? Petunion Daughter?" She seemed taken aback by your extrapolation of knowledge.

Scowling even deeper she folded her arms in a huff "I told you, My mistress doesn't want us near each other, let alone giving away all of our secrets... You'll learn about us soon."

"How soon?"

"When you meet her, by the Old one! You have to earn that trust, understood?" She fumed, angrily, in a deep huff as You smiled a little.

"Since we are secret Fuck buddies can I kiss you whenever I want?" You asked boyishly.

Her anger soothed a little but she remained red as an apple "I don't know... As... long as it's not... in public, I guess-Oh!"

You pulled her up into a fierce kiss, to which she resisted for only a moment, before falling into you, her arms wrapping around your neck as your tongues wrestled. the strange feeling of it was arousing, crushing, and it stirred your insides again.

You parted from her, Izzy looking dazed and a little annoyed "I need to go." You whispered.

"Cutting your losses?" She scowled a little cutely this time.

"If we keep making out then I'm going to lose it again... I think we should try and sort out our issues first."

You expected her to be angry, but she nodded "Whatever."

The pair of you got dressed, all the while ogling each other's bodies... though she made a point to hide her heft breasts from you, it was odd to think that the mighty Isobella Salvador was subconscious... then again everything about her was odd, especially between you, when you were dressed she stood in front of you expectantly, and You weren't sure if you should kiss her or just leave.

She touched her hip, grabbing you collar and pulling you down into a quick peck, before-THAT'S RIGHT, YOU GUESSED IT, SCOWLING.

"Get out of my apartment. Warn me before you show up next time." Is all she said before kicking you out and slamming the door.

Welp.... that happened.