The Witch

Well, if there was one thing that Tom knew for sure, it was that it shouldn't be him.

"You're going to have to make the contract," Tom told her simply. "Demon or not, I can't imagine my wife would want my soul anywhere other than inside me."

The witch opened her mouth as if to say something in response, but instead paused and thought on what was said for a moment. She looked almost suspiciously at Tom for a second or two, and then a small smile crossed her face. "Of course. Very well," she said, reaching up and taking her camisole off without a second thought.

Tom's mind hitched with confusion as the witch bent down to pull her shorts and underwear off her body in one move, leaving her entirely naked. "Wait a second-" He began to protest, but she was already moving toward Sarah, starting to step into the circle she was laid out in. "You're going to-"

"Do not interrupt me," The witch ordered curtly, shooting him a sharp look for just a moment before focusing on Sarah. With a few final steps, she entered into the circle and knelt next to her. "And do not interfere."

Unsure, Tom did his best not to interfere while watching the witch straddle his wife's face and slowly lower herself down. This kind of situation wasn't one he had thought he would ever see. His wife, face buried in a woman's snatch and completely tied up so that she couldn't move in any way other than tongue work.

"Go on, demon," The witch's voice was firm with an air of command over it as she pressed her sex harder down on Sarah's face. "You're hungry, aren't you? Feed. Show me your nature."

To Tom's surprise, Sarah almost immediately did as instructed. Her long, thick tongue snaked out from her mouth, sliding in between the witch's lips and disappearing inside. If there was any kind of **** to the sudden and unplanned girl on girl action in his wife, it had seemingly already evaporated.

"Mmmph... Mmm... Yessss..." The witch moaned out, leaning back a little and letting her head loll back as she seemed to lose herself in the feeling of being eaten out. "Thaaat's right. You really are starving, hooohh... Fuck..." Tom could see as Sarah's tongue wriggled around in ways it absolutely should not be able to, the witch's hips twitching and her chest heaving in reaction. "Fuuck yes."

Between moans and breathing heavy breaths, the witch seemed to focus, reaching a hand out and down to draw a pinch of the surrounding ash into her fingers, then pulling it back up to sprinkle across her own stomach. In reaction, glowing lines formed on her skin, swirling into an intricate series of swooping wings, framed under and around a cute heart symbol.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuuckk..." The witch murmured more curses to herself before forcibly composing herself. Her voice switched over into that strange, incomprehensible language Tom had heard her use earlier. The brand on her stomach glowed brightly, and then seemed to pulse in rhythm with the witch's heavy panting as Sarah's tongue drove her toward climax. The lights shining through the closed blinds and illuminating the room faded slightly. Like someone had installed a dimmer on the sun. "FUuuuckk! I'mmmm cummmmiiiinnnnggg!" The witch practically howled as her legs clamped tightly around Sarah's head and her whole body spasmed. The brand on her stomach flared up brightly, then vanished as a red light erupted from between her legs.

Tom blinked a few times at what he'd just watched, his pants having grown tight and uncomfortable at some point, but he had been far too captivated by the show to even think about it. The sun, what little of it could be seen, had returned to full brightness. The air of the room wasn't exactly back to normal, but that was only because of the mundane scent of sex.

"Hoohhh... Wow." The witch finally murmured, apparently having cum so hard she nearly fell over sideways and only just managing to catch herself and keep her balance on top of Sarah's face. After another moment of panting heavily, she finally pulled her hips up enough to slide off and stood back up with a small amount of difficulty. "Y-yes, wow... Fuck." She reached a hand up to her mouth as she fought to catch her breath more fully. "I... Am seeing more appeal in the summoning of demons now."

Sarah licked at her own lips as she took the chance to properly breathe again now that she wasn't being smothered by pussy. Tom wondered how much she actually had enjoyed that herself, although not so much that he wanted to ask at the moment. Instead, he had something else he wanted answered. "I... Take it the contract worked then?" He asked, trying not to ogle the witch's bare body too much. Obviously, the woman was no competition for the bombshell that his wife had become, but there was still some appeal to her lithe figure. Perky tits with rosy pink nipples, a flat stomach with only a slight hint of abdominal muscles under it, and hips that looked like they were better suited to modeling swimwear than doing magic...

What was that about not ogling again?

The witch glanced over at Tom as if just remembering he was in the room and shrugged casually at his question, shakily stepping out of the ritual circle of ash. "If it had not, I would not be in a state to tell you so. Still, this is only a temporary fix. We two are now bound. A mix of its magic and my soul, but I will have to give it alternative sacrifices to feed off of in order to avoid being consumed."

Tom frowned at that. "Wait, so you'll have to feed her again? How is that different from-"

"You interrupt too readily for one lacking in knowledge. I have not been drained," the witch interrupted Tom sternly. "Even with a part of my soul fractured, it will return through our tether. This is a partnership." She tapped her stomach where the demonic symbol had been. Tom felt as though he just barely saw the outline of it reappear in a low opacity pink glow, but if so, it disappeared immediately. "Not ownership."

"Erm..." Tom hadn't gotten a lot of the jargon, but at least understood that it wasn't the same thing. After a moment of thinking how to phrase his question, the witch beat him to it with further explanation.

"Think of it as an agreement to share. We both pool our resources, and draw from that pool when needed, but the demon has the upper hand. It takes a small fee on any withdrawal." Pausing for a second, the witch stoops to pick up her top from the floor and slip it back on. "Through our connection, the bit of my soul and bit of the demon's magic will move to where it is needed. However, the infernal creature is, among other things, greedy. It will always take a bit more in the exchange than it needs, and that bit more will grow a small amount larger each time. If the fee grows larger indefinitely, the demon could eventually take all of it and break the agreement by ****. I will have to compensate for that by using other means to provide more to the pool so that it does not need to touch what's mine."

Tom thought that over and nodded. "Alright... And by means you mean...?"

The witch rolled her shoulders to settle her cami back into place as she grabbed up her shorts and hoodie as well. "That is the question it all hinges on, isn't it? Contract negotiations will have to be ongoing. I will have to consult with my sources for the most workable solutions."

Tom nodded again, before thinking through some implications of the idea. While he could only vaguely understand how the whole magical connection thing worked, he could accept it as a solution to the feeding problem, strictly speaking. However, it was apparently not a permanent one, which means more magical nonsense would have to happen for it to become permanent and allow him to enjoy his sex demoness wife with zero worries. Magical nonsense that would inevitably end up including this witch woman as well.

Of course, after the show he had just been treated to between the two women, it was hard to consider that to be an actual problem.

"Two days from today. Evening." The witch had slipped her shorts on and was currently scanning around the room. Looking for, and subsequently finding a napkin one of Tom or Sarah had left sitting around at some point, she grabbed it and began writing down an address. "That should be enough time. Come to this place." She held out the napkin for Tom to take. "Both of you."

Tom did take it, though looking over it caused a frown to come to his face. "A... Pawn shop?" He asked dubiously.

"Tell the man behind the counter that you've come to see Nadiya," she continued, as if the question had been rhetorical. "He will send you where you need to be. Until then, I will take my-"

"Aren't you forgetting something?" The witch woman, apparently named Nadiya, was interrupted yet again, although this time not by Tom . Still tied up and blindfolded, Sarah wiggled herself around on the floor. Even though she couldn't see the circle still drawn out around her, she didn't (or perhaps couldn't) wiggle any part of her outside of it. "Yeah, sure I'm not hungry anymore, great. I still wanna get up and wash the taste of bitch out of my mouth."

Tom winced at that remark, expecting Nadiya to react poorly to the insult. Instead she let out a chuckle and a short dismissive hum as she walked toward the house's entryway. "Two days. Evening," she repeated to Tom while slipping her hoodie back on. "Until then, mister husband... Do enjoy yourself."

With those words, and not so much as a glance backward at the couple she was leaving tied up in their home, the pale witch left.