"Breed Aurelia", she says

Aurelia was clearly putting up a facade of strength, but equally clear was the mortal terror seeping up through her face. Another witch, someone who shares her greatest fear. But there was something else, a primordial impulse slithering upward from the core of her power._ _She was a potential threat, a rival. You have no need to spare her.

Into her mind came an image of her possible future. She was naked, leashed, kneeling beside Maleorns throne, her belly swollen with his second child, writhing within her like a parasitic worm. Her first child, her daughter who had stolen her power, was latched onto her breasts, suckling the milk and life out of her like a vampiric ghoul, just like it had stolen her power. Chained like a dog, a breeding bitch, on her hands and knees, being fucked from behind by her captor, day after day and year after year, child after monstrous child stealing the years from her life, as her flesh sagged and her hair greyed and her womb faded from fertile to barren. To be used until she was used up, sucked dry.

A lifetime of living hell. Would she subject another to the same fate in her stead?

"Breed her" Viviena said.

Aurelia screamed, lunging across the table with a fork in her hand-

"Halt." Maleorn said softly. "Sit."

Aurelia gracefully sat back in her chair, despite the fact that her face was contorted in terror.

"Traitorous bitch-"

"Silence." Maleorn turned to Vivienna, smiling. "A wise choice, though a predictable one. You are by far the stronger of the two witches. It would be a waste to use you as a mere breeding partner."

Vivienna merely stared in mute horror at Aurelia. Aurelia thrashed and tossed in her chair, hands gripping the arms, forbidden by her glowing collar from standing- or speaking. She streamed silently, mouth gaping wide but only breath coming out, tears streaming down her face as she tried in vain to make a single sound.

"Stand, undress, and remove any anti-fertility wards you have." He said to Aurelia. He glanced at Viviena, "Strip. But keep those wards up."

Aurelia stood and undid the clasps of her dress, which fell to a small pile beneath her. Silent screams and streaming tears falling from her face as she was compelled to obey. Her body was lean, well-muscled, her skin lively olive-tan and without a single blemish. A near-perfect woman, on par with Vivienna.

For the moment at least.

Vivienna stripped as well, though it took a little more effort, considering how tightly her elegant dress clung to her curvaceous body. Her large, perky breasts sprung free, her curvaceous, unblemished body exposed to the air. Malaeorn undressed swiftly and unceremoenously, and he stood behind Aurelia, running a hand along her terrified, shivvering body. He pressed his cock against her entrance, teasing her with her pending impregnation, but did not enter her yet.

Aurelia cried, make-up making black tears that streamed down her face.

"Viv, sit on the edge of the table and spread your legs." She did so, only later realizing that the collar was touching her only lightly. She was doing as she was told, the collar less like the strings of a puppet and more like a gentle nudge at the edge of her mind. She was uncertain weather to be relived or concerned.

The glass top of the table was cold against her ass as she sat down on the table, her legs spread. Naked, the room was cold, and every inch of her body broke out in gooseflesh, both from the cold and from fear.

Aurelia was muted, but she still gasped as he slid his cock into her, as he took a fistfull of her hair and pulled her head up to his face. "Oh, you feel amazing inside. Tell me, were you a virgin before this?"

She let out a long chain of sobs and shrieks as the mute dropped, with a few words mixed in.

"Ye-e-ess! I was too- too scared- of- of- men- of-of-of-"

"Ever fucked a woman before?"

Only incoherent sobbs.

"I'll take that as a yes." With this, he dug his fingers into her hair and mashed her face into Vivienna's pussy. "Eat her out. Your best skills, if you would please."

Aurelia attacked Viv's pussy with vigour, lips tongue and even teeth being used to perfect effect. Viv's thighs clenched around her head reflexively, and she fell back onto the glass tabletop, as the ripples of pleasure ran through her. Viv usually preferred men, but she had some experience with women. Aurelia was certainly quite good at this. Aided by Malaeorn holding her hair in a tight grip, grinding and twisting her face into Viv's pussy like she was just a toy.

With he other free hand, Maleorn ran a hand along her body, her olive skin and tight muscles, her soon-to-be-ruined figure, before reaching under her to massage her clit as he mashed his cock into her, his hips smacking against her ass and his gigantic balls swinging menacingly.

"Standing command. Your pleasure shall be synched, as shall be your orgasms.

Viv gasped as her pleasure instantly doubled, and despite herself she felt her self rolling and twisting her hips. She wanted more. More stimulation, more pleasure. More. She kneader her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. More. She pulled her hair. More. She wrapped her legs around Aurelia's head and pulled her in closer. More. More. More-

Viv and Aurlea convulsed and screamed as their shared climax arrive, their collars flickering as it did so. Aurelia's screams felt exquisite in Vivienna's cunt.

Still sensitive, she leaned forward, grabbing Aurelia by her hair and mashing her face into Viv's cunt. Harder. Harder. More.

She was vaguely aware, in some corner of her lust-fogged mind, that this was wrong, that she was participating in a ****. Was the collar doing something to her? Magnifying her lust somehow?

But the majority of her mind did not care. She shriekded, laughing as she relished the control. "Yes. Scream into me little bitch. Weakling little pseudo-witch. Worthless. Nothing but meat. Nothing but meat. Nothing but dark delicious meat." She snarled as she wrapped her legs around the head, arched her back, and screamed in another shared orgasm.

Maleorn dug his fingers into Aurelia's ass as he continued pumping in and out of her. She clenched exquisitely around his cock. "I'm getting close. So tell me. Want me to breed you?" He grabbed Aurelia by the back of her neck and pulled her out of Viviena' so she could speak.

"No! Please no! I'll loose my powers, I'll loose everything. You'll ruin me! Ruin me, ruin me, ruin me ruin me..."

Vivienna slapped her. It left her hand tingling, and a bright read hand-print on her tanned face "Good. Loathsome whore-witch like you deserves to be ruined. The power of a witch is wasted on someone foolish enough to be captured by a mere man!" Vivienna slapped her again, oblivious to the irony of what she had just said, before grabbing her and forcing her to resume cunnilingus, snarling and grinding. "Maybe your daughter will be a more worthy heir of your power."

"I'm getting close," Maleorn said. "Almost there. Just a few more minutes and you are going to be pregnant." With this he bend forward over her, warping his arms around her, one hand kneading her breasts, the other furiously stroking her pussy, every muscle in his body pouring it's strength into driving his cock into her body. The smacks of flesh on flesh were now so loud they sounded actively painful.

Aurelia's screaming and struggling grew increasingly frantic, though with her head clenched between Viv's thighs, her torso warped his his arms, her legs spread, her toes barely touching the ground, her hands gripping the edge of the table so hard she feared splinters, there was nothing she could do. She was entombed in flesh, burred in hateful pleasure.

When his climax arrive, Maleorn bit Aurelia, sinking his teeth into her shoulder and screaming into her flesh, as his balls clenched and a rope of sperm blasted into Aurelia's shielded depths. Another. A third. More. Still he was latched into her, pouring jet after jet of deadly seed into her, until it leaked out of her and pulled on the floor, but he kept going, using the cum from his last orgasm as lube to continue fucking as he approached another. Again. Another screaming orgasm as more pumped into her. All three or them orgasmed simultaneously, a storm of pleasure and convulsions that continued for several minutes. Eventually, the all simply collapsed, limp, rolling sideways off the table and falling into a sweaty, cum-splattered heap, panting.

Through her magical six sense, Viviena could feel a spark, a release or energy. She recognized it, after a few minutes, having not felt it so close at hand before. The Spark. The precise instant of conception. She had hosted an orgy, once, (though not participated), and had felt several of them, from a distance. And she knew, from the defeated, broken sobbing, that Aurelia felt it too.

She was pregnant. Her days as a witch were numbered. Her power would wane in the weeks and months to come, slowly and first, and then faster, and then suddenly all at once. The fading of one witch, before the birth of another.

Malaeorn stood up, picking Aurelai up in his arms as she squirmed weakly, black tears streaming down her face as her ruined make-up made long streaks down her face and throat. She was to the point of hyperventilation, to the point she looked as if she would pass out. Maleorn gently kissed her on her forehead, stroking her hair, and whispering in her ear, something that Vivienna could not hear. Malaeorn then looked down at her and spoke.

"I am waiting on a few rare books that need to be delivered before we can begin our great work. A few days. In the meantime, the balance of the time is yours. Relax. Enjoy yourself. Anything you want, as long as you make no attempt to leave the castle or damage anything or anyone."

He turned on his heel and walked away, without a second word, leaving a trail of slime as his semen dripped out of the woman he had just ruined.