Becoming the Witch’s Familiar

Sara swore as she entered the second jail within the past few weeks. Thankfully, she was not the one being locked away this time.

Upon hearing the news of her arrival, all guard officers stood attentive, nervous as to what their newest detainee could do at any moment. As such, it appeared the city had called upon every monster hunter at their disposal, rugged men who wore their weapons on their hips, some bearing gnarly scars across their arms and faces.

Their fear was palpable.

A rogue witch had willingly entered the city without making an effort to hide her identity. They each thanked whatever higher power they had believed in, she had not already begun destroying the town, but she must have done so for an express purpose that may or may not equal the cost of her potential devastation.

“Um, excuse me?” Sara tried her best to sound as feminine as possible. “I-I heard that there was a witch loose in the city?”

The dwarven woman receptionist looked wide-eyed at the citizen who had just come in, “Y-yes… We can confirm that we have detained a witch today. Do- do you happen to have any more information on her you wish to report to us? Or perhaps a complaint?”

The disguised succubus shook her head, appearing solemn. She had been curious as to how well prepared they were when taking the witch in. Judging by the sheer number of armed personnel within just the foyer of the jail, they took such highly-specific drills very seriously, as expected of dwarves.

“No…” Sara prepared to act once more, a skill she wished she continued to develop, “I just- I just…”

She doubled over and tried her best to cry.

As she started to sob, the room’s temperature changed immediately. After a moment of hearing her groaning, the receptionist jutted in, “Um, ma’am? Are you having a stomach ache?”

Sara’s expression widened. Having bent over, she thankfully did not show this to the rest of the room.

“If you like,” The receptionist looked around the room for an out, “I- I can ask someone here to escort you home. I assure you we have this situation under control.”

Standing upright once more, Sara threw in a few sniffles for the sake of pride, “Th-that’d be great…” Turning around, she could see mostly men standing before her, each looking at the scene she had caused.

Placing a calculated hand to her mouth before looking away sheepishly, she asked the room, “Can s-someone please help me get home?”

A younger dwarf, somewhat shorter than the rest of the men, raised his hand and grinned, “Sure! I can definitely use the walk!”

Sara could not help but smile.

“Thank you so much! I live on the edge of town, so it might take us a minute to get there.” She pressed her arms together before her, accentuating her already large breasts. Thankfully she had plenty of practice using those.

The man grinned widely, genuine in his desire to assist, “Not a problem, ma’am! Anything to help you out!”

He was genuinely attractive. He smiled with his eyes, something she had rarely seen before. Keeping it fairly long, down to his shoulders, his white hair glistened in the magelight as huge hooked horns came out about a hand in length on each side of his head. What he lacked in stature, he made up for in width, his musculature was framed wide, his shoulders each the size of his own head. Sara felt the pining to be pinned down by such a gentle beast.

Blushing ever so slightly, she held out her hand with which the man took with aplomb. Her whole hand nearly fit just within his palm.

“There’s nothing to worry about, we’re trained for this sort of thing!” He assured her. Still holding her hand, he opened the door and ushered her outside, back into the bustling streets of the city. The people resumed their day, the appearance of a witch seemingly a rumor.

“Wh-what’s your name?” Sara asked, only half acting now.

“Me? Gondrigo.”

As he looked down on her, everything felt right. She took a moment to reflect on where she was now versus where she was only around three months ago. Sara had found herself pining for a man she had just met, already appraising him as a potential mate, while back as Samuel, he would have never given the dwarf a second glance.

The witch’s words rang in her ear.

She had become a bit of a floozy, sure, but half of the times were for her own sustenance. This time was to help her out of the predicament she put herself in. That witch was the one who made her into this monster who thrived off of the essence of men, she had just come to enjoy the process a little, is all.

“Are you alright?” Gondrigo asked, now concerned. “I wouldn’t worry about what you’ve heard, most of the people in that building could take down a witch by themselves, if they wanted!” To top off his reassurance, he threw in a cheesy smile.

Sara could feel herself becoming putty while in the man’s hand. “Oh, I’m fine now…” She found it hard to lie to such a genuine individual, “I was just worried about one of my friends. She’s going through something right now, and I just hope she’s okay.”

“Well, look at you being so considerate!” The dwarven man laughed heartily, “Tell your friend she’s alright! If anything, I am on the case, so no witches are getting past me!”

Samuel would have found this bravado to be nothing but the cluelessness of a young man who is in over his head. Sara, however, found it endearing.

“You’re on the case?” She began to tease, “And what makes you so special, Mister Gondrigo?”

“Mister?” He laughed once again, “What are you doing calling me ‘mister’? We’re probably around the same age!”

The dwarven woman smirked, her eyes becoming half closed, “Are we now?” She drew into him, letting him rest his arm on her shoulder. She only stood up to his chest, but she could tell he was getting flustered.

“Y-yeah!” He audibly gulped, “I-I am a monster hunter myself. Even though I specialize in hellcats, th-they’ve been getting active lately. M-might be that witch’s fault!”

“Hmm?” Sara moved his hand to the side of her breast while feeling his developed forearms, “Hellcats, you say? Are those normally around here?”

The dwarven man looked around before moving his hand back to her shoulder.

Sara swore under her breath before inquiring further, “I’m originally from Alzahett, so I’m still getting my bearings around this area.” She ran in front of him, still holding his hand, “I know! How about you be my guide around here?”

He tried his best to hide his smile. “I’d- I’d love to! But I rarely spend time in town. Mostly out hunting those hellcats!” Gondrigo laughed nervously before walking around his escort, almost dropping her hand, if it were not for Sara’s insistence.

“Oh really?” She layered on the honey once more, “But where will I find a big, strong man like mister Gondrigo to show me around town?” She began to rub against him, to make sure he got the message.

Audibly gulping once more, he was almost at the point of running away from her, “W-well, I’m sure there are plenty of people who w-would help a beautiful girl, like yourself!”

Sara had decided enough was enough.

Stopping in her tracks, holding onto the man like she was, forced him to pause and look down at her. “You think I’m beautiful?” Her eyes grew wide. Fluttering her lashes, like she knew her former wife did to get what she wanted, she slid her hand across his muscular lower back.

“Y-yeah!” He shouted, breaking her gaze to glance around at the other people around. “Who- who wouldn’t think you’re gorgeous? B-but…”

It had been a while, but she began to force her mana into him. Now having practiced with mana, she had found it easier to manipulate and force into the dwarven man.

His eyes began to grow hazy.

As his jaw hung slightly open, Sara took his loss of composure as a sign of success and maneuvered him into a nearby alleyway.

Licking her lips, she was excited for this part of the plan she had come up with in particular.

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Pinning the large man against the wall, she immediately began to feel his chest. The first thing that caught her eye, and how it was hers to hold. His pectorals were firm, even when he was not flexing, showing he indeed regularly found himself in combat. Feeling his nipples through his tight shirt, she whispered to the man, more for herself than for him, “Why were you resisting me, mister Gondrigo?”

Her hand traveled down past his toned abdominals before reaching her prize. He was already erect. It may have been building since she began to make moves on him, he just seemed like he would rather be a professional for some reason.

Given their difference in height, her tits were just above his hardened cock. Sliding down just a little bit would plant him firmly inside her cleavage. Without another place to put it, the slime ball had sat within, coating her tits in it’s fluid before she set it down in the alley way with them.

“I… I couldn’t help it…” His voice was lifeless, a shame given that his exuberance was one of the qualities she enjoyed most about him, “My fiancé is at home, nervous about the call I received…”

Sara pursed her lips.

A twinge of regret passed through her. Of course this charming young man was preparing to have a family. Those who hunted creatures rarely had any stable relationships, but there were those who made a concerted effort to do so.

But it was too late. He was in her grasp now and would be instrumental as to figuring out what was going on with Ashara.

The dwarven woman slid off his canvas pants. They came off easy, despite the rough material they were made for, potentially an upside when spending weeks in the wilderness. His cock sprang out of his pant line, excited for the opportunity at hand.

Stroking his member gently, she felt it pulse with a certain liveliness, “Don’t worry about her…” Sara whispered, still disguised, “I’m the one you want now…”

Kissing the side of his shaft, she admired it. Around average size and slightly girthy, she was excited for something that was not the size of half of her index finger. Salivating at such a prospect, she rubbed her cheek against the dick of her prey. It felt warm, ready to exchange fluids with her.

“Tell me…” Sara pulled down his pants the rest of the way, “Does your fiancé do this?”

She slid his member into her mouth.

Sprung on her by Bila the last time, she did not get to enjoy the thrill of engaging a man like this. He squirmed as he was wrapped around by her warm mouth, held only by his cock, but unable to escape. Her throat was not practiced, gagging a few times on the lively rod, but she tried to allow him deeper and deeper within her esophagus.

His cockhead plunged past her uvula, something only the dwarven shape had, and upon pulling out, his glans spread wide, tugging on her throat walls. Grasping his nuts from behind, she worked his dick in and out of her throat. Plunging sounds escaped her mouth as he began to thrust himself further into her false mouth.

Gondrigo was helpless against her oral attack on him. Relenting to the pleasure, his knees began to buckle as he grasped the horns Sara’s form had. Using them as leverage, he pressed even deeper still, almost choking her with just his dick. He pumped in and out as her lungs screamed for air, before finally-!

“Guhhh!” He roared, releasing a torrent of warm fluid down her already moist throat hole. Thick ropes of slime ran down her esophagus, quickly warming her innards.

Finally having had enough, she pulled herself free of his rapidly deflating dick, gasping for air. The large man slumped to the ground, his knees finally succumbing to the pleasure that wracked his body. He shuttered with ecstasy, his male organ rewarding him for fulfilling it’s duty.

She too, fell to the ground, her clit throbbing with jealousy of all the stimulation her mouth got. Sara felt the warmth slide down into her stomach, renewing her with the energy to continue.

Finding the strength to stand, Succubus Sarakiel dropped the disguise.

Her main mouth was salivating, starving after only the tease it had received yesterday and the meal her false mouth just received. Removing the light clothes she wore through the jungle, she leaned against the man, straddling him against the wall, as he lay slumped on the alleyway ground. Her ebony skin contrasted beautifully against the albino tone of the monster hunter.

“How about round two?” She coerced, drawing more mana before sending it into him.

Receptive to the magic, Gondrigo’s cheating cock sprang to life once more, hot dogging her butt. The shaft sent shivers down her fake body’s spine, feeling it against her anus. But she was ready for the main show.

Propping up his revived dick with her only hand, she held herself above the phallus, her cunt dripping its aphrodisiac onto the dick. Dropping down, she felt every inch crawl up her vaginal walls.

The width of the cock stretched her out more than she ever had been. Familiar and welcome feelings of something hitting the back of her brain returned, as her eyes crossed.

Unable to hold herself up any longer, she leaned against his muscular chest, a welcome feeling of safety. Both of their white hair was drenched in sweat, as they proceeded to go at it once more. Their horns almost clicked against each other, but with hers atop her head and his on the side, there would have to be a conscious effort to actually do so.

The succubus moved her hips, feeling the full length of him as she tightened around him. Gasps escaped her lips as she rode atop the dwarf, feeling her cheeks slap against his toned thighs.

“Mister Gondrigo…” She moaned, hoping he would wake up and take her, “Are you- are you enjoying yourself? Am I better than your fiancé?”

It took a minute for the man to respond, either under the effect of the charm or trying his best not to ruin their fun too soon, “I-I wouldn’t know… I’ve never done this before…”

Sara grew tighter around him. She was stealing his first time.

“Smile for me- for me then… Show me you’re having a good time…”

Another minute passed, but he started to grin. It was a soulless smile, one that almost killed the mood.

Pushing up his chin, Sara looked away, continuing to hop up and down his rod, “Never mind! Just focus on pumping those hips then!”

Gondrigo began to lift his hips each time hers came down, somehow forcing himself even further inside of her. She gagged again, this time feeling her other mouth getting worked.

“Ouhhhh!” She tightened around him, beginning to feel what she desired the most once again. “Right there! Right there!”

The dwarf diligently obeyed, stroking her innards with his glans each time she pulled out, each thrust rolling her eyes back further and further, before she began to shout, “Grab my tail! Grab my tail!”

She wailed in delight as he did as she demanded, his thick fingers wrapping around her scaled main body. Gripping her tightly, he rammed into her over and over until-!

“Hyurrk!” Warmth escaped from her pussy, this time her own. Her mind had fully departed, leaving her body wracked with pleasure, trying to recede into itself to experience more of it.

No longer able to hold herself upright, she fell backwards, still clutching his dick with her grip. Finally feeling the ability to breathe again, she started to hyperventilate before-!

Gondrigo pinned her down.

Now grunting with every breath, his dick was like a piston with a clear line to work in and out of her. He began to thrust, plunging his cockhead deep inside her, possibly the furthest anyone had ever been. If she had a cervix, he would be knocking on it.

“What are you-!” Another thrust cut her off, a railroad spike of pleasure whisking her consciousness away once more.

Again and again.

The dwarven man pounded into her. She could feel nothing but his dick, where it hit, and his muscles as they held her down, forcing her to feel the pleasure he thrusted into her.

She had given up subtlety. If anyone was nearby, they heard her moans of pleasure, nearly screams. Sara was so far gone, she could not even hear her partner’s increasing grunts, his animalistic urge to breed overpowering the polite young man he was before giving him just a touch of her lust.

“Gondrigo! Mister Gondrigo!” She shouted, half-heartedly hoping he would stop. He had become a machine, an animal, something that existed solely for the purpose of pleasuring her.

When would it end? When would he stop finding newer and more pleasurable spots to hit?

The white haired dwarf flexed more and more in an effort to exert against the growing effort of letting loose everything he had in her.

The witch was right. Sara had become a whore. A succubus.

And she saw nothing wrong with it.

“Uragh!!” Finally the man roared, his dick now around the size of her wrist, plunging in and out of her. She had given up counting how many times she came, but was ready for his.

Sitting up right, he grasped her hips in his giant hands and slammed into her one last time, setting a new record in depth before flooding her once more. Somehow, despite being his second shot, this one felt fuller. Rich warm cum sprayed past her lower stomach and nearly into her main body itself.

She felt his cock pulse with every surge of semen, dead set on getting her pregnant. But they would never find the egg, only a stomach that would provide her more energy than she could hold.

With the last wave of batter coating her inner walls, the young dwarven up-and-comer Gondrigo fell atop of her. Pinned down by his much larger form, his body smothered hers, making it hard to breath as she desperately was already gasping for air.

Sara’s thoughts slowly returned to her.

It appeared the monster hunter had died in the line of duty. And after draining the last of his essence, he would provide the perfect disguise to get in and retrieve the witch.