Willow the Witch

Clarity had returned to Willow as she wandered through the library. Her legs were still stiff from the intense but brief encounter with what she could only call some sort of spirits. Ghostly hands that had played her body like a fiddle. She had thought about venturing out from the library but knew there must be more here to uncover. Something useful. There had to be.

She stopped by the next shelf and adjusted her skirt. Willow was blatantly aware of her lack of panties. Every time a cool draft caught her, she felt it waft under her skirt and between her thighs. Willow felt naughty and a little turned on with nothing on under her skirt. She bit her bottom lip as she glanced along the shelves.

Spying an interesting book, not as dishevelled and dusty as the others, she reached out and ran her fingers over the spine. It felt like it was lined with bone. Pulling the book out she found it was thick and large in size. The leather cover felt rough and coarse against her skin. There was no title on the front but there was a clear diamond set into the leather.

She lugged it over to a nearby desk before depositing it there, throwing up dust. Cracking open the book in the middle she found it was blank. Empty pages of old worn parchment. As she flipped through them it was not till she came back to the start that she came across any writing. Text that was in a strange script Willow had never seen before.

She adjusted her glasses as she pulled up a chair and tried to look harder at it. There were some sketches along with the writing. Depictions of what appeared to be witches. Women with pointed hats, silvery cloaks and pointed shoes. They were brewing potions, riding broomsticks, gazing into crystal balls and dancing around a fire.

More specific images showed a witch pulling a crystal wand from the covers of a book and then placing it against her womanhood. Some of the text here was actually in English. 'Witch Awakening Ritual' it read followed by a cryptic paragraph about how unlocking the secrets of womanhood would awaken a woman's natural magic making her a witch. It specifically said binding her womanhood to her magic and granting her great power.

Willow felt stupid believing a word of it, but she had just had an encounter that no rational part of her mind could explain. So, maybe there was some merit to it. She had to try it out. Still, she felt silly as she closed the book and touched the crystal. No way was there a full sized wand hidden in here.

She tried to pull on it but of course nothing happened. The crystal remained unmoved. She laughed to herself for being so ridiculous. Pressing in on it she was not surprised to feel how firm it was within the cover. As she moved her hands away there was a little flash of white light from the crystal that made Willow do a double take. It then began to rise up from out of the cover, extending out to reveal a crystal wand about six inches long with the bulbous head that had once been the crystal embedded in the leather.

"Holy hell…" Willow gasped as she looked at the wand standing there. She had no explanation of how such an object had fit inside the book nor how it flashed and rose up on its own. It had to be… magic.

Willow reached out and touched the wand. It thrummed with power. She took it in her hands. It felt smooth and delicate yet it was heavy and trembling between her fingertips. Was she really going to… she had come this far… Willow leaned back in her chair, chewing her bottom lip.

She reached down and flipped up her skirt, revealing her hairy mound. It was still moist from earlier, drooling a little on the chair below her. Willow very gently brought the wand down and placed it upon those wet lips. It felt warm. She pressed it down a little firmer and as her lips parted around the head of it she awaited something to happen.

Willow felt her heart leap into her throat as the wand shook against her. She bit her bottom lip as it thrummed with power once more. Was it doing anything? Her silent question was answered as the wand flashed white light once more and then began to vibrate against her.

"Is this… ahhhhh… meant to beeeee… mmmmmm… haaaaapeeeening?" Willow gasped out, her fingers fidgeting with the wand as she bucked her hips. God it felt good against her pussy. She moaned loudly as she pushed it further in between her lips.

Willow felt it sink into her weeping hole. A breeze from nowhere blew through the library. The book in front of her burst open, pages being turned by the wind as the wand at the entrance to Willow's pussy shook with power, pulsing with white light and giving off a pleasurable warmth.

She felt it like waves through her body. Not just the vibrations of the wand or the warmth but power. Power unlike any other Willow had ever experienced. It surged through her, from her core outwards, and she moaned with it. Taking the wand in hand she pushed it in deep, penetrating herself, she pumped it in and out of her wet hole. The sound of it sliding back and forth in her grasping pussy echoed around the room.

The pages of the book continued to turn from the sourceless wind till it came to the pages of text and images. A pink glow replaced the white glow of the trembling wand buried deep within her and then the book began to mirror that mystic pink light. Willow barely noticed this as she began to become lost in the sensations of the power flowing through her along with the feeling of plunging the wand deep into herself.

She rode out the growing vibrations of it. The energy that built between her and the wand formed a feedback loop. The more that flowed into her, the more that cycled back to the wand and the more intense the magical item thrummed with power. One hand held the wand deep inside her as the other began to circle her clit with her juices.

Willow arched her back in the creaking wooden chair. She felt so hot and sweltering. Pulling up her sweater she freed her belly and bra covered tits. They glistened from the sweat over them in the pink light. Huffing and puffing, Willow squirmed about, as her hands returned to working her pussy. She put her sneaker clad feet up on the table, leaned back and spread her legs wide to give her as much access as she could to her gushing cunt.

The wand was almost disappearing into her pussy, nothing but the very tip of it poking out, pink light pulsing from it as the energy filled her body so completely. The book before her was pulsing with the same light and the text was changing along with the pictures. Willow was too far gone to notice this. Her orgasm was right there.

She let out a shrieking moan as her hips thrust up into nothing and she almost toppled backwards in the chair. Her whole body shook as she came hard. It was a miracle the wand did not shoot out from her pussy from the sheer **** of her orgasm. Her pussy clamped down hard enough around it that it held it in place.

Willow felt a burning sensation across her lower abdomen. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure of her orgasm but she did feel it across her skin. It was like an iron was being pressed into her. She overcompensated for leaning back in her chair as her orgasm died down and she collapsed forward onto the table. She was soaked in sweat, breathing heavily, and her pussy was still jammed full of that crystal wand.

Reaching down that was the first thing to fix. She managed to grasp it with her soaked fingers and squeezing a bit with her lower muscles started to pull it free. Her pussy felt **** to release the wand. It still thrummed with power but after her orgasm had died back down. Her body did not want it to leave her. With determination she slowly pulled it free.

There was a long slick wet noise as it finally came free. The crystal wand was now pink in colour and absolutely coated in her thick juices. She held it tightly, her juices dribbling down and between her fingers. Willow looked at the book before her. She noticed the text had changed… images too… her eyes widened.

The text now read that the ritual did indeed grant a witch their power but by binding her womanhood to a great power in return for magic. She flicked through the book, looking at the images. The witch on a broom was now naked and prone while the broom fucked her from behind. The witch brewing potions was chained to a wall and had her girl cock being milked into a cauldron by familiar spectral hands. The one gazing into her crystal ball seemed entranced by a pink light radiating out from the orb as she presented her large, naked tits to it. The ones dancing around the fire were no longer dancing, they were instead involved in some sort of large group sex act with one another.

Each of the witches depicted had a symbol just above their pelvis. What looked like some sort of marking or tattoo in pink. It looked vaguely triangular. It was hard to make out in the small images. Some of them looked different but it was upon them all. Willow dared to look down, tucking in her tum to see the marking she knew would be there. Sure enough it was a pink tattoo upon her body, fresh and still glistening with her sweat. It appeared to be a very simple heart, not nearly as elaborate as what the other images seemed to imply.

Reaching down to touch it she felt a spark of power from her finger tip. Immediately, Willow was overcome with sensation. She felt like she was suddenly orgasming. Willow cried out, her scream breaking through the silence of the library. The sheer shock and **** of this sensation knocked her to her knees down from the chair. Above her head a flash of pink light illuminated the room as a portal to another realm appeared and within it was a figure.