The Witch and her Wounded Book

Luna lay crumpled next to an icy, slow moving stream. A somber breeze rustled through the barren trees, kissing her exposed skin. In the distance, sirens cried in panic.

She could feel the creature inside her womb. The sensation was one of being horribly full.

To make matters worse, Luna would feel the monstrous worm shift or shudder inside of her every so often. When it did, her whole body lit up with heat and fresh wetness formed in her pussy.

Luna rolled over and tried to take stock of her situation. Her head pounded like a bass drum and her arms and legs felt like jello, but she could move.

Rolling over, Luna saw the book lying in the dirt a few feet away. There was a deep gouge in its pages and from that wound came sparks of pink energy.

"What the hell?" She said.

Luna stood up and limped over to the book, panic settling into her heart. She knelt down and scooped the book up as if it were a grievously injured friend. As she did so, Luna swore she could feel the poor thing shiver in her arms.

A deep sense of sorrow fell over Luna as she looked down upon the ruined pages and the pitiful fountain of sparks coming from the center of the thing. That pain felt strangely warm. It was a very human reaction.

The worm inside of Luna reacted violently, thrusting itself against the flesh of Luna's womb and activating some wicked power of its.

Instantly, the sorrow died away, leaving a hungry emptiness in Luna.

"No!" She cried. "Let me feel it, goddammit!"

The worm pushed even harder and Luna sank to her knees.

She was beginning to remember how she got here. Mary. The teacher. The gun.

"Oh god, what have I done?" She sobbed.

Shame flashed in the young woman's mind before dying away under the influence of the wicked thing inside her womb.

"Stop it Frank," Luna begged. "I don't want this. I don't wanna be evil."

But she had been evil.

Luna had hurt the most important person in her life. She had tormented Mary and violated her. Only a truly evil person could do such a thing.

Hollow tears flowed down Luna’s cheeks as she struggled with her crumbling morality. What Luna had done to her best friend was vile, yet she could hardly bring herself to care.

“It’s not fair,” she whimpered. “I want to be good. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

In response, the worm began its **** on Luna’s emotions with renewed vigor.

Sorrow turned to rage.

“Fuck you, you worthless worm! You can’t do this to me!”

But Luna knew that it could. She had played with forces well beyond her comprehension and this is what she got in return.

All of a sudden, a tendril of pink light emerged from the center of the book in Luna’s arms. It reached out and brushed against the girl’s cheek and where it touched, it produced the purest, kindest warmth Luna had ever felt.

The book spoke to her then, not in words but in images and concepts. It was a strange sensation to communicate with the ancient artifact. It was less a conversation and more a direct dump of information into Luna’s brain.

The book was dying and it didn’t have much time. Already, the powerful magic locked within its pages was leaking out, dispersing into the world. Its current form could only survive for a little while longer.

It needed Luna.

An ugly, black thought arose in Luna’s head. She could just take that magic for herself. Leave the book to die. What good had to brought her anyways?

“No, that’s a bad thought. Fight it Luna!”

The thought would not go away. The worm inside Luna’s belly made sure of that.

“I’m sorry,” she struggled to say to the book. “I want to help, but it’s too powerful.”

More tendrils of pink light emerged from the book. They caressed Luna’s face and body, filling her with overwhelming warmth and comfort. The book seemed to tell her:

“It’s okay. You’re trying your best.”

Suddenly, Luna felt a clear message come through the connection as if the book were speaking directly in her mind.

“I’m sorry too,” it seemed to say.

Luna, her head giddy from the potent warmth, couldn’t understand what the book could be sorry for.

She remained confused until she felt one of the tendrils of calming magic slip through the right leg of her pants and unceremoniously spread her pussy wide.

No one heard the young woman’s cry over the blaring of sirens and the rustling of the wind.