Witch Harem

CHAPTER 1

Dahlia waited until the last student left before she locked the doors to the library. It was nearing finals and the students were staying later as a result to get their grades up. Dahlia didn’t blame them, but it did irritate her that she would have to sometimes close later than usual. Especially now since the ritual was almost complete.

She turned off the lights around her with a flick of her wrist, casting the library into shadow. From her pocket she pulled out an old pair of glasses which she snapped, improving her vision so the dark library appeared fully lit to her. Upstairs, she could already hear Blossom and Sacha preparing the ritual.

On the second floor she found her sisters sitting in the center of the circular carpet surrounded by bookshelves. Blossom was looking through the book, muttering under her breath as she searched for the locater spell while Sacha was looking through her bag for the materials needed for the ritual and for the locater spell.

“You couldn’t get them to leave earlier?” Sacha asked, pulling out a compass, “We’re already on a tight enough deadline as is!”

“It’s finals week.” Dahlia replied, “and all of the students who took their classes lightly are just now remembering what’s at stake if they don’t pass.”

“Aren’t you the head librarian here!” Sacha hissed, pulling out a magnifying glass.

“I am.” Dahlia replied, “And as such, it’s my job to make sure these students have all the resources they need to succeed.”

“And what about our resources?” Sacha asked, getting to her feet.

“Sisters calm down,” Blossom begged, laying the book down.

Dahlia glanced at the tome. Blossom had found the locator spell, thankfully. It looked like they had everything they needed for it as well. Magnifying glass, compass, blank paper, and the blood of the people who were searching for the person.

Blossom licked her lips nervously as Dahlia and Sacha placed the items in the middle of the carpet. She hid her eyes when Dahlia produced a knife hidden in her jacket, Blossom was never a fan of , much less blood.

Dahlia drew in a sharp breath as she nicked her finger, letting a single drop of blood splash onto the items. She handed the knife to Sacha who did the same and who then the struggling Blossom to add her blood to the pile as well.

Above them, the moon was shining through the glass ceiling. If there was ever a time to do it, now was the time. The three of them held hands and began chanting, with Dahlia leading the chant. They thought of their desire, to let magic flourish anew in this world which has long since forgotten it.

The three of them have searched across the world and were certain that they were either the last of their kind, or that the rest have gone underground to hide from the world that didn’t want them anymore. A cruel world we live in. Dahlia thought, A cruel world that would stomp us out when we have much to offer.

They continued chanting as the items before them began to glow, levitating in the air and dissolving to dust before their eyes. The three of them chanted harder as they saw an image forming amongst the fog. A woman.

The fog started swirling around them and then the three of them were blown backwards as the spell was completed. Dahlia was the first to recover and there, standing in the middle of the carpet, was the naked form of a student she had seen sometimes around the library. Betty. That was her name. It wasn’t the real Betty, of course, just an illusion of the person they were looking for.

"Who the hell is that?" Sacha demanded.

Dahlia licked her lips, her heart pounding in her chest. “She is the key to our entire ritual.”

Blossom walked over and examined the illusion of Betty, “I wonder what her story is, any ideas Dahlia?”

The head witch shook her head, she had seen Betty around sometimes. But the student looked tired, uninterested in her classes. Did something happen to her? Or was there something else bothering her? Either way would be troubling as they needed for the ritual now.

“A bit lacking in the chest department.” Sacha noted.

“Hey!” Blossom replied.

Sacha held up her hand, “I’m not saying they’re not pretty, just stating their size is all.”

Dahlia looked at the image again as she began to fade. She burned the image of the student into her mind, making sure to remember every detail of her face, her green eyes, light auburn hair. Her perfect breasts, her round ass.

She opened her eyes as she felt a wetness growing between her legs.

“You alright?” Blossom asked.

“I’m fine.” Dahlia replied, regaining her composure. “We have two days to get her.”

“I can cook up some love potions.” Sacha replied, “Or maybe some sleeping potions, or maybe-”

“The participant must be willing.” Dahlia cut her off.

“Oh right.” Sacha sighed, “That will make matters more difficult.”

Dahlia looked away, “I’ll try to convince her to come with us.”

“You?” Sacha asked.

“Yes.” Dahlia replied stiffly, “I’m head librarian, she might have at least some idea of who I am.”

Sacha snorted, “Alright, but I won’t be too surprised if this doesn’t work.”

Betty rubbed her eyes as she closed the last book before her. It’s only been a few seconds and she was already forgetting most of what she’d read. She looked at her journal and her notes appeared as scribbles to her.

Fuck me. She thought, I’m sorry mom.

She looked at the clock on the wall. Her job wasn’t until another hour and half but she was just so sleepy. Maybe she could get some coffee on the way out.

She started packing her bags when she heard footsteps coming her way. She looked up and her breath caught as she noticed a tall woman coming towards her. Shoulder length black hair with dark eyes that matched. She wore a white blouse with a black skirt. Betty remembered her, the head librarian, Dahlia, that was her name.

“Hello.” Betty said.

“Hi.” The librarian greeted, “I… I noticed you looked a little tired and was wondering if you needed help.”

“Er… I’m… I’m sorry, I just haven’t been getting any sleep lately is all.” Betty replied.

“Oh! Well, I have some tea in my office if you’d like some.”

Betty followed the librarian to her office. It was just what Betty thought a librarian’s office should be. Small, orderly, and with a bookshelf that contained heavy looking books. Although, she had never seen books like those before, maybe Dahlia was a collector of old books?

“Forgive the mess, I hadn’t had the chance to clean yet.” Dahlia said, pouring her some tea.

“This place is cleaner than my room.” Betty commented.

Dahlia grinned, “Well thanks for that. Here.”

The mug was warm, and Betty took a cautious sip. It was warm, sweet, with a slight honey aftertaste. She hadn’t tasted any tea exactly like this, but it did wake her up just as Dahlia said. Maybe she could look over her notes while she waited for her shift. Or maybe they’ll still be nothing but scribbles to her.

“How do you like it?” Dahlia asked.

“It’s good.” Betty replied, finishing the last of it, “Thank you.”

Dahlia nodded and hesitated. Betty saw something behind her. There was a window behind her seat, and she noticed a raven sitting perched on a tree branch that it looked to be watching them.

“Haven’t seen any ravens here before.” Betty said.

Confused, Dahlia looked behind her and let out an audible gasp as the bird.

“Something wrong?”

“No.” Dahlia replied, sitting back down, “First time I’ve seen one here myself.”

Betty wrung her hands in her lap, “Is there a reason why you called me in here? I mean, thanks for the tea, it was really helpful, but I was wondering if there was any reason you called in me specifically.”

“Well, I noticed you seemed to be struggling with your classes,” Dahlia began, “and I was wondering if you’d accept my offer to tutor you after hours.”

God knows I need that. But I don’t think a few days of tutoring will save my grades. I just want to get this semester done with and help my mom and brother.

“Umm… what time, exactly?” Betty asked, “Because I get off work at five.”

“I might be able to squeeze some time in.” Dahlia replied.

“Alright. Then… I’ll see around six then?”

“Sounds good to me!”

I hope I don’t disappoint you.

Dahlia sighed as Betty left her office. She was struggling alright, but there seemed to be something more than that. She wasn’t a stupid girl, that much was sure. Or did she only want to believe that?

Outside, she heard the raven cawing. Most people would be unnerved by how human like that raven was. It sounded almost like it was laughing. But Dahlia knew full well it was laughing.

With a snap of her fingers, her window flew open and a quick tug at the air and the raven was struggling in her hands. “Mind telling me why you were spying on us, sister?” Dahlia demanded, releasing the bird.