Witch, 118

“Have you ever talked to a spirit before?”

“No. I don’t think so.”

“You’re not sure?”

“Well. I’m not sure if the forest counts as a spirit.”

“Oh. That’s a good question.”

“It laughed at me the one time I asked it.”

“Seems like something it would do, yes,” Ron said, directing that comment to the forest, which was indeed laughing again. “I don’t think it’s a spirit. It feels too big.”

Witch, 114

“That’s new.”

“Yeah, James gave it to me the other day.”

“He gave you a boner the other day and you still have it?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Unlike him.”

“He’s branching out,” Ron explained, slotting a post into place with a grunt.

Witch, 93

“They’ll be here any minute.”

“Yeah, I can hear them coming.”

“Yes, they’re quite loud, actually.”

“In all senses of the word, yes. Speaking of which, can we trust the centaurs not to clomp through the garden or should I go tell them not to step on Howie’s shoots?”

“I think we can trust Estelle to know better than to disrespect our garden.”

“I think so too,” Ron admitted, stroking the table to calm it down. Everyone was going to be getting here for the meeting soon. Their family was already here, standing by the house and waiting. Ron could hear the faeries approaching from the east and west, at the same speed and distance. They must be able to sense each other, and of course neither of them wanted to arrive first and be made to wait.

Witch, 88

“You ready?”


“You sure?”

“It’s a little late for me not to be sure.”

“That doesn’t mean you are.”

“I am.”

“You sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” Ron said, leaning against a tree while he waited. It was an old tree, tall and strong, and it was holding Ron with its song.

Witch, 67

“Did you pack bread?”


“What about extra pairs of gloves?”

“Both of them.”

“A coil of rope?”

“The medium-sized one.”

“What about the ginger?”

“We don’t need ginger to go to your grandmother’s house.”

James gave Ron a look, pinched Ron’s foreskin and pulled him through the cage just a little harder than was strictly necessary. “Yes we do. She won’t have enough.”

Chosen One, 67

When Hemi started to float, Isaac knew he was close to cumming, and he sucked harder as a result. He made a desperate sound as Isaac did that, and Isaac made one in exchange, which got him pushed further down onto Hemi by Thomas and Vinnie, who were sharing his other end.

Isaac was turned mostly sideways at the waist, Thomas on one side and Vinnie on the other as they fucked him together, their grunts and moans mixing with his and Hemi’s in a nice little symphony. Adding to that in the background was Garrett, who was dressed and just watching, hand down the front of his pants. Isaac had offered to help him along, but he’d deferred until another time. Hopefully he was enjoying watching.

Thomas and Vinnie had picked up speed in the last few seconds too, and Isaac wondered which of them would cum first. But as he pushed Hemi down a little for fun like a ball bobbing in water, his foot brushed the tip of Isaac’s dick and that was that, Isaac seized up and came, splattering the bed with a moan around Hemi and clenching around the other two.

Witch, 64



“Are you done sweeping yet?”

“Just about.”

“So no.”


“Come here.”

“Okay. Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“I mean, what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to fuck you.”


Witch, 61



“The kid home?”

“Yeah, where else would he be?”

“Don’t know, that’s why I’m asking.”

“He’s in the house.”

“Go get him.”

“Go yourself?”

“And get eaten by that yowling monster? No thanks.”

Witch, 59

“Don’t open the door.”

“It’s raining.”

“That’s why you’re not opening the door.”

“It’s raining, James.”

“Yes, and if you open the door, Ron, the rain will come inside and make everything wet.”

“That’s not how rain works.”

“Rain works however I say it works and I don’t want the door opened.”

“It’s like, that gross ice rain that happens in winter, too. It’s really awful out there.”

“Which is why you’re not opening the door.”

“I’m opening the door.”

James sighed, turning away. “Sometimes I don’t know why I bother giving you orders.”