Sabrina tries to resist

The word “cunny” in that high, childish voice was the final straw. Something in Sabrina’s chest twisted, a mix of revulsion and a dark, answering throb between her legs. Her cock, already softening, gave a stubborn pulse against her thigh.

Zelda nuzzled her cheek against Sabrina’s knee, her red hair a messy halo. “Please? It’s all wet and empty. Needs the magic stick. Your magic stick.” Her fingers plucked at the waistband of her own tailored trousers, trying to push them down with clumsy, frantic motions.

“Zelda, stop. Look at yourself.” Sabrina’s voice was hollow. She tried to push the older woman’s hands away, but Zelda just giggled and captured Sabrina’s wrist, pressing the palm against the soaked wool over her mound. The heat was furnace-like, the fabric already dark with moisture.

“See?” Zelda slurred, grinding against Sabrina’s hand. “Told you. Achey. Needs you.”

The magical energy in the room hadn’t dissipated. If anything, it felt thicker, a sweet, musky fog that sank into Sabrina’s lungs with every breath. Her own exhaustion was being burned away by it, replaced by a fresh, creeping arousal. Her cunt clenched, a slick trickle easing down her inner thigh. Her cock began its inevitable, magical swell, thickening and rising from its nest of blonde curls, fully erect in seconds.

Zelda’s eyes widened with cartoonish delight. “Yay! It’s awake! It wants to play!”

“This isn’t playing,” Sabrina muttered, but the protest was weak. The sight of her proud, ruddy cock standing tall, the feel of Zelda’s **** heat through her trousers, the addictive scent of their combined lust—it was a trap she was too tired and too stimulated to fight. A ****, grim acceptance settled over her. Fine. If this is what it takes to… to what? Fix her? Satisfy this fucking magic?

“Fine,” she said aloud, the word tasting like ash.

Zelda beamed, a vacant, joyful expression. She scrambled back onto her knees, her fingers finally finding the button and zipper of her trousers. She shoved them down over her hips along with her underwear, exposing herself with zero grace or modesty.

Sabrina’s breath caught. Zelda’s cunt was a lush, shocking sight. Thick, dark red curls framed puffy, swollen lips that glistened under the room’s light. They were parted, revealing a glistening, pink interior that pulsed visibly. Her juices had soaked her inner thighs, a clear, sticky sheen covering her skin. The scent that wafted from her was profound—salty, fertile, and deeply feminine, undercut with that same ozone-tang of magic.

“Pretty?” Zelda asked, peering down at her own exposed sex as if seeing it for the first time.

“Yeah,” Sabrina breathed, unable to lie. It was obscenely pretty. “Now what?”

“Now the fucky!” Zelda chirped. She leaned back, bracing her hands behind her on the carpet, spreading her knees wide. The position lifted her hips, offering herself completely. “C’mon. Put it in the slippery hole. Pleasepleaseplease.”

Sabrina moved off the bed, her legs unsteady. She knelt on the carpet between Zelda’s splayed thighs. The closeness intensified everything. She could see every detail: the dewy beads of arousal clinging to Zelda’s curls, the way her inner lips clung together, then parted with a soft, wet sound as she shifted. Sabrina’s own cock throbbed, a bead of pre-cum welling at the slit and dripping onto Zelda’s trembling stomach.

She guided herself with one hand, the other bracing on Zelda’s hip. The broad, spongy head of her cock nudged against Zelda’s entrance. It was scalding hot, impossibly soft, and impossibly tight.

Zelda whimpered. “Yes! That’s it! More!”

Sabrina pushed forward, a slow, inexorable invasion.

The resistance was immediate, a fierce, clutching grip that made Sabrina groan. Zelda’s cunt wasn’t just wet; it was drenched, a syrupy flood that eased the passage but did nothing to diminish the overwhelming sense of fullness. Sabrina watched, hypnotized, as her thick shaft disappeared inch by inch into the grasping, glistening pink flesh. Zelda’s outer lips stretched wide, hugging the base of Sabrina’s cock in a tight, puffy ring.

“Oh! Oh, fuck!” Zelda cried out, her back arching sharply off the floor. Her eyes rolled back, showing the whites. “So big! So magic! Fills my tummy!”

Sabrina bottomed out, her hips flush against Zelda’s ass, her balls pressed against the damp skin of Zelda’s perineum. The feeling was catastrophic. Her cock was sheathed in velvety, rippling heat that pulsed around her in rhythmic waves. And her own cunt, ignored and aching, convulsed in sympathetic emptiness, gushing another hot stream of her own juices.

She began to move. A slow, testing withdrawal, then a push back in.

The sound was obscenely wet, a thick, squelching shluck that echoed in the quiet room. Zelda’s body jolted with each thrust. Her full breasts, still constrained in her silk blouse, bounced in time. Her nipples were hard peaks pressing against the fabric.

Sabrina set a pace, not fast, but deep. Each stroke dragged her full length through that clutching, soaking channel. She could feel every ridge and fold inside Zelda, the way the inner muscles fluttered and clenched, trying to milk her. The friction was exquisite, a building fire in her groin. Pre-cum and Zelda’s copious fluids mixed, creating a frothy, white lather that coated her shaft and dripped onto the carpet below.

“Harder!” Zelda begged, her voice guttural. She hooked her legs around Sabrina’s waist, her heels digging into the small of Sabrina’s back. “Fuck my cunny harder! Make the buzzies!”

Sabrina obeyed, her own control fraying. Her hips snapped forward with more ****, driving Zelda’s body a few inches across the carpet with each pounding thrust. The slap of skin on skin, the wet, rhythmic impacts, Zelda’s shrill, mindless cries—it was a symphony of debauchery. Sabrina’s world narrowed to the feeling of that incredible tightness, the sight of her cock glistening and disappearing, the raw need on her aunt’s transformed face.

The dual sensations were too much. The intense stimulation on her cock was a straight line to her spine. The empty, clenching ache of her own cunt created a maddening counterpoint. The pressure built, a coil winding tighter and tighter in her core and in her balls.

“I’m close,” Sabrina grunted, her rhythm turning erratic, brutal.

“Inside!” Zelda screamed, her body bowing off the floor. “Give me the magic milk inside! Fill my cunny!”

That was all it took. The coil snapped.

Sabrina’s orgasm tore through her in two simultaneous, violent waves. Her cock erupted first, deep inside Zelda’s clutching channel. She felt the hot, thick jets painting Zelda’s inner walls, pulsing in time with her own frantic heart. At the same instant, her neglected cunt convulsed in a torrent of its own release, a gush of fluid soaking her thighs and the carpet beneath her knees. It was a full-body seizure, muscles locking, vision graying at the edges, a silent scream stuck in her throat.

Zelda’s climax was a raw, shrieking thing. Her cunt clamped down on Sabrina’s still-pulsing cock like a vice, milking it desperately. Her juices flooded around Sabrina’s shaft in a fresh, hot rush. Her body trembled violently, then went completely limp, a blissful, empty smile on her slack mouth.

Sabrina collapsed forward, catching herself on her hands, still buried to the hilt inside her aunt. She panted, dripping sweat, feeling the last aftershocks tremble through her. Zelda’s cunt continued to flutter weakly around her sensitive cock.

After a long moment, Zelda’s eyes fluttered open. Her voice, when it came, was a childish giggle.

“Cunny so yummy... fucky fucky so funny...”

Sabrina stared at the vacant, smiling face nestled against her thigh. The word “fucky” echoed in the silent, sex-scented room. A ****, cold clarity sliced through her post-orgasm haze. She needs a distraction. Something to keep her occupied while I figure this out.

Her eyes darted to her dresser, to the top drawer where her meager collection of mortal-world novelties lay. Harvey had bought her one, a sleek purple thing with multiple settings, as a joke before he left. She’d never used it.

“Aunt Zelda,” Sabrina said, her voice carefully calm. “I have a toy for you.”

Zelda’s glazed eyes blinked slowly. “A toy?”

“A special toy. It vibrates.” Sabrina gently extracted herself, her softening cock slipping free from Zelda’s lax grip with a wet sound. She padded to the dresser, retrieved the silicone dildo, and thumbed the base. A low, insistent hum filled the air.

Zelda’s entire focus snapped to the object. A childlike wonder replaced the vacant lust. “Ooh! Buzzy!”

“Yes. Very buzzy.” Sabrina knelt, pressing the humming toy into Zelda’s hand. “Why don’t you take this? Go to your room. See how it feels.”

Zelda’s fingers closed around it. She brought it to her face, staring cross-eyed at the vibrating tip, then let out a giddy giggle. “For my cunny?”

“For your cunny,” Sabrina confirmed, a knot of guilt and disgust tightening her stomach. “Go on. Have fun.”

With a delighted squeal, Zelda scrambled to her feet, her trousers still around her ankles. She stumbled, nearly fell, then shuffled out of Sabrina’s bedroom, naked from the waist down, the purple vibrator held aloft like a trophy. Her joyous, ditty-like humming faded down the hall. “Buzzy toy for my slippery hole…”

Sabrina sagged against the doorframe the moment she was gone. The silence was a physical relief. She looked down at herself—at the cock that was already, impossibly, beginning to stir again against her thigh, at the mixed fluids drying on her skin. This is my fault. I have to fix it. I can’t let Aunt Hilda see this. She’ll know what to do… but I can’t let her see me like this.

Astral projection. It was risky, complex magic, but it would allow her to speak to Hilda without being physically present. She could explain the situation, get a reversal spell, without exposing Hilda to the corrupting magic radiating from her own body.

She rushed to her desk, clearing a space amid the magical debris. She lit a single black candle, its flame casting long, dancing shadows. She sat cross-legged before it, focusing on her aunt Hilda’s kind, round face, on the warm kitchen of the mortuary. She began the low chant, the words pulling at the fabric of her spirit, urging it to slip free from her tainted flesh.

The familiar tugging sensation began behind her navel. The room started to blur, the edges softening. Almost there. Just a little more…

A crash shattered her concentration.

It came from down the hall. Loud. Metallic. Followed by a burst of high, overlapping giggles.

Sabrina’s eyes flew open. The astral thread snapped back into her with a painful jolt. “No,” she whispered. She was on her feet, pulling on a discarded robe, tying it closed over her still-half-hard cock. She crept into the hallway.

The sounds led her to Aunt Hilda’s sewing room. The door was ajar. Sabrina peered inside, and her blood ran cold.

The room was a tableau of absurd, pornographic chaos. Hilda’s prized sewing mannequin lay toppled on its side. Spools of thread were scattered like confetti. And in the center of the floral rug, bathed in the afternoon sun streaming through the window, were her two aunts.

They were both completely nude.

Zelda was on her back, her head between Hilda’s spread thighs. Hilda was straddling Zelda’s face, her own face buried deep in Zelda’s cunt. They were locked in a frantic, sloppy sixty-nine, their bodies a twisting, wet knot of pale limbs and dark curls.

The sounds were obscene. Wet, hungry slurps. Guttural, **** moans. The slap of skin on skin as they ground against each other’s faces. Hilda’s ample backside, usually covered in modest floral prints, was now a pale, jiggling mound in the air, her asshole a tight, pink pucker clenching with each movement. Zelda’s hands were gripping Hilda’s thick hips, pulling her down harder onto her mouth.

“Mmmph! Yes, Zelly! Lick my clitty!” Hilda’s voice was muffled, but the words were clear—and utterly foreign in her normally gentle tone. She lifted her head, her chin slick with Zelda’s juices, her usually neat brown hair a wild mess. “Your tongue feels so magical!”

Zelda surfaced, gasping. “Your pussy tastes like candy, Hildy! And the buzzy toy…” She held up the purple vibrator, which was now pressed against her own clit, humming loudly. “It makes the buzzies in my head sing!”

They both noticed Sabrina in the doorway simultaneously.

Four eyes, glazed with identical, vacant lust, fixed on her. Two faces, smeared with each other’s arousal, broke into matching, delirious smiles.

“Sabrina!” Hilda chirped, rocking her hips against Zelda’s mouth. “Look! Zelda found a magic spell! It makes everything feel so good!”

“Join us, nibbling!” Zelda begged, her free hand beckoning frantically. “We’re having a slippery party! Hildy’s cunt is so fat and sweet!”

Sabrina took a step back, her hand flying to the robe’s tie. “Aunt Hilda, you… you’re infected. This is the magic, it’s—“

“Don’t be a bore, dear,” Hilda pouted, a grotesque expression on her kindly features. She reached between her own legs, her fingers sinking into her swollen, dark-haired pussy with a squelch. She pulled her lips apart, showing Sabrina the glistening, deep pink interior. “See how empty it is? It needs your special friend. The big, magic one.”

A powerful, alien compulsion washed over Sabrina. It didn’t come from her mind. It surged up from her groin, a thick, demanding heat that traveled up her spine and clouded her thoughts. Her cock, trapped by the robe, went fully, painfully erect in an instant, throbbing against the fabric. A fresh drop of pre-cum leaked, staining the silk. The magical energy in the room—now coming from two corrupted sources—swarmed her, sweet and musky and impossible to resist. It whispered, not in words, but in pure sensation: Fuck. Fill. Claim.

Her resistance crumbled. Her fingers, moving of their own accord, untied the robe. It fell open, then slid from her shoulders, pooling on the floor.

A twin chorus of gleeful cheers greeted her nakedness.

“Yes! There it is!” Hilda clapped her hands, jiggling her full breasts.

“The magic stick!” Zelda sighed dreamily.

Sabrina moved toward them, her movements feeling both heavy and automatic. The compulsion was a physical **** now, guiding her knees to the carpet, positioning her between Hilda’s widely splayed thighs. Hilda rolled off of Zelda’s face, flopping onto her back, her body a lush, open feast. Her cunt was a spectacular mess: puffy, dark outer lips glistening, the inner lips flushed plum-red and drooling a steady stream of clear juice that pooled in the crack of her ass. The scent of her—warm, deep, earthy—mixed with Zelda’s sharper tang and the omnipresent ozone.

Zelda immediately scrambled to Sabrina’s side, nuzzling her face against Sabrina’s rigid cock. “Can I help? Please? I’ll be good!”

Without waiting for an answer, Zelda’s hand wrapped around the base of Sabrina’s shaft, aiming the broad, leaking head toward Hilda’s waiting entrance. Her other hand spread Hilda’s lips wide, exposing the twitching, hungry opening.

Sabrina looked down, into Hilda’s lust-drunk eyes, then at the target presented. The compulsion crested, erasing the last fragments of her will. She pushed her hips forward.

The head of her cock sank into unimaginable softness and heat. Hilda’s cunt was a velvet vice, so much tighter and deeper than Zelda’s, the inner walls gripping her with instant, frantic pressure.

“Oh, my goodness!” Hilda shrieked, her back arching. “It’s so thick! It’s stretching me wide!”

Sabrina watched, mesmerized, as her shaft vanished into the grasping, soaked flesh. Hilda’s outer lips stretched into a taut, glistening ring around the invading girth. Deeper and deeper she sank, the resistance immense and glorious, until her pelvis met the coarse, curly hair of Hilda’s mound. She was fully sheathed, buried to the hilt in her aunt’s clutching, dripping cunt.

Zelda whimpered with envy, her face pressed against Sabrina’s hip. “Fuck her, nibbling! Give her the magic milk!”

Sabrina began to move. A slow, grinding withdrawal that made Hilda sob, then a hard, deep plunge back in. The wet, squelching noise was louder, thicker than before. Hilda’s body was softer, heavier, absorbing each thrust with a juicy impact. Her large, pale breasts swayed and bounced wildly, her nipples hard, dark pebbles. Her belly, soft and rounded, quivered with each drive of Sabrina’s hips.

The sensation was overwhelming. Hilda’s channel was a snug, rippling paradise, massaging every inch of Sabrina’s cock with muscular, milking contractions. Sabrina’s pace quickened, driven by the magical imperative and her own roaring need. Her balls slapped against Hilda’s perineum. Her own cunt wept, adding its stream to the mess on the carpet.

“Harder! Oh, fuck me harder, Sabrina!” Hilda babbled, her fingers clawing at her own breasts. “I can feel it… the magic… it’s filling me up! Make me come! Make your auntie come on your big girl-cock!”

Zelda’s mouth was on Sabrina’s balls, licking and sucking, her fingers jammed into her own cunt, fucking herself in time with Sabrina’s thrusts.

The coil in Sabrina’s core wound to its breaking point. The dual stimulation, the obscene sight, the corrupting magic screaming through her veins—it was too much. “I’m gonna cum!” she roared, her thrusts turning into short, brutal jackhammers.

“Inside! Do it inside!” Hilda screamed, her body seizing.

Sabrina’s orgasm detonated. She slammed home, hilting herself as deep as possible as her cock erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum painted Hilda’s deepest reaches, pulse after pulse after incredible pulse. She felt the scalding jets flood the clutching channel, felt Hilda’s inner walls convulse around her in a series of violent, fluttering spasms as her aunt’s own climax tore through her. Hilda’s juices gushed, a hot flood that mixed with Sabrina’s seed, overflowing around the base of Sabrina’s still-pulsing cock and dripping onto the carpet.

The sight of her aunt Hilda’s plump, well-used cunt stretched taut around her throbbing shaft, overflowing with a mixture of their releases, should have been a breaking point. Instead, a fresh, jagged bolt of need shot from Sabrina’s groin to her skull. Her cock, buried deep, gave a violent twitch. It didn’t soften. It grew harder, thicker, the veins along its length pulsing with a faint, pearlescent light.

Zelda’s tongue lapped at the messy junction. “More magic milk, Hildy? Can I have a taste?”

Hilda could only moan, her body still shuddering through the aftershocks. Sabrina, operating on an instinct that felt both alien and deeply her own, pulled her hips back. Her slick cock slid free with a wet, sucking pop, glistening and utterly erect. A fresh stream of her cum, impossibly abundant, followed the withdrawal, painting Hilda’s swollen lips and trembling thighs white.

“My turn!” Zelda chirped, scrambling on her knees. She presented her ass, pushing her rounded cheeks apart to reveal her puckered, pink hole. “The other slippery hole! It’s lonely!”

The compulsion was a physical shove. Sabrina’s hand, moving without her conscious command, gripped Zelda’s hip. Her other hand guided her cock’s slick, cum-smeared head to that tight, virgin pucker. There was no gentle preparation, only that overwhelming magical drive to fill.

“Yes!” Zelda squealed as Sabrina pushed forward.

The resistance was intense, a tight, hot ring of muscle that fought the invasion for one glorious second before yielding. Sabrina grunted, forcing her thick crown inside, feeling Zelda’s asshole stretch obscenely wide around her. It was a tighter, drier, more demanding heat than her cunt, a fierce, clasping grip that made Sabrina’s vision sparkle.

“Oh, fuck! It’s in my bum!” Zelda cried, a mixture of pain and ecstasy in her voice. She pushed back, impaling herself further, taking another inch of Sabrina’s length into her clutching depths.

Sabrina began to fuck her, hard and deep from the start. Each thrust was a wet, slapping conquest. The sound was different here—a lewd, rhythmic thwack of flesh meeting flesh, punctuated by Zelda’s choked, happy gasps. Sabrina watched, mesmerized, as her cock pistoned in and out of her aunt’s stretched hole, the previously tight ring now a glistening, dilated O of muscle hugging her shaft. Pre-cum and the remnants of her last orgasm provided a slick, white lube.

Hilda, recovered, crawled behind Sabrina. Her hands grasped Sabrina’s bouncing breasts, pinching and pulling at the nipples. Her mouth found the side of Sabrina’s neck, biting and sucking. “That’s it, niece. Fuck her tight little ass. She loves it. We all love your magic cock.”

The dual stimulation—the incredible, clenching tightness of Zelda’s ass and the rough handling of her tits—drove Sabrina wild. Her pace became punishing. She fucked Zelda’s ass with short, brutal strokes, her balls slapping against Zelda’s drooling cunt. The pressure built in her groin, a familiar, urgent tide.

“Gonna cum again!” Sabrina gasped, her voice ragged.

“In her bum! Fill it!” Hilda commanded, one hand snaking down to rub frantic circles on her own clit.

Sabrina slammed home, burying herself to the hilt in Zelda’s rectum as her orgasm ripped through her. Her cock convulsed, and she came. And came. And came.

It wasn’t a few ropes. It was a seemingly endless geyser of thick, hot jizz. She felt it erupt in violent pulses, flooding Zelda’s colon, painting her inner walls white. The excess bubbled out around the base of her cock in a frothy, constant stream, dripping down Zelda’s thighs. The volume was impossible, supernatural. Zelda shrieked, her own climax triggered by the scalding, internal flood, her asshole milking Sabrina’s shaft in rhythmic spasms.

As the last pulses faded, Sabrina expected to wilt. Her cock stayed rock-hard, throbbing insistently within Zelda’s well-filled ass.

Hilda was pulling at her shoulder. “My cunny again! It’s hungry! It wants more magic milk!”

Sabrina pulled out of Zelda’s gaping, dripping hole, her cock shining wet and formidable. She turned, pushed Hilda onto her back, and drove into her sopping cunt in one brutal stroke. Hilda’s eyes rolled back in pure bliss. “Yesss! Feels so full! Already full of your spunk and you’re still hard!”

The cycle repeated. Sabrina fucked Hilda with a relentless, athletic stamina, her hips a relentless piston. She came inside Hilda’s cunt with another torrential, impossible ejaculation, watching her aunt’s belly distend slightly with the volume. She pulled out, turned to Zelda, who was fingering her own cum-leaking ass, and took her mouth instead, fucking her throat until she gagged and came down it, Zelda swallowing greedily.

Back to Hilda’s ass. Then Zelda’s cunt. Then Hilda’s mouth. Positions shifted—Zelda riding Sabrina’s face while Hilda rode her cock, both aunts kissing sloppily above her. Sabrina lost count of her orgasms. Each one was a cataclysmic eruption of seed, drenching holes, painting skin, pooling on the carpet. Her cock was a tireless, magical instrument of depravity, and her aunts were its eager, insatiable playgrounds.

Hours must have passed. The room reeked of sex, sweat, and the peculiar ozone-sweetness of magic. The carpet was a soggy, white-flecked ruin.

Finally, Sabrina found herself on her knees, Zelda bent over a footstool in front of her, Hilda kneeling beside her, kissing Sabrina’s shoulder. Sabrina was hilting herself in Zelda’s well-used ass once more, her thrusts mechanical, powerful. Another orgasm built, peaked, and exploded—another massive, wasting load that seeped from Zelda’s overfilled hole.

As the pleasure receded, a sliver of cold, clean thought pierced the fog.

This is the seventh… no, the eighth time I’ve come. My balls should be aching, empty. They’re not. They feel full. My cock… it’s not getting tired. It’s controlling this. It’s making me want this.

She looked at her aunts. Zelda was mumbling into the stool cushion. “Good magic stick… love the fucky… make Zelly a good girl…”

Hilda nuzzled her. “We’re good girls. We love the magic milk. We love our Sabrina’s special friend.”

Their eyes, once sharp and knowing, were now blankly content, glazed with a simple, hungry devotion. They were reduced. Corrupted.

The horror hit Sabrina like a physical blow. The spell wasn’t just backfired. It was contagious. It had jumped from her toy, to her, to Zelda, to Hilda. And with each sexual act, it strengthened, spreading its corrupting need. Her cock wasn’t just a part of her; it was a magical parasite, rewriting her desires and now those of anyone she fucked. And it wanted to keep fucking. To spread.

She was still buried in Zelda’s ass. Her cock gave a possessive throb.

I need help. Real, powerful help. Before I lose myself completely. Before this… this thing… makes me fuck someone else and turns them into another mindless slut for it.

She pulled out slowly. Both aunts whined in protest.

“Where going?” Hilda pouted, her fingers tracing the cum dripping from her sister’s ass.

Sabrina’s voice, when she found it, was low and strained. “I… need to get something. A special toy.”

Zelda’s face lit up. “A new buzzy toy?”

“Yes,” Sabrina lied, her mind racing. The Academy. The Council. Someone there has to know how to stop this. But I can’t go like this. I can’t risk touching anyone else. “A very special one. Wait here. Be good.”

“We’ll be good!” they chimed in unison, already turning to each other, hands seeking familiar, wet holes.

Sabrina stood on trembling legs, her magical cock standing proud and eager against her belly, a traitorous part of her already missing the heat of a tight hole. The battle for her mind had just begun, and the weapon was attached to her body.