The Taking Witch

They called her the “Taking Witch.” When she first moved into the forest nearby to the village, many approached her to ask for her services, thinking her an ordinary witch. “Please make my crops grow,” they would ask, or “please make me strong and beautiful.”

But the witch could not do these things. “I can only take,” she told them. “Those are my powers.”

‘How useless,’ thought the villagers. ‘What kind of magic is taking?’ They were dismissive, at first. Occasionally they asked her to take simple nuisances away: “Can you please take away the rats that are lurking in my kitchen?” and “Can you please take away my daughter’s sickness?” And the witch did these things, so perhaps she was not entirely useless, but the villagers were still skeptical.

But then, one day, a woman in the village became more creative.

“Please,” she said to the witch. “My husband is eyeing the young woman who lives next door. Can you take away her beauty, please, so that he will not stray from me?”

“Of course,” said the witch. The next day the young woman in question came down with a fearsome illness that left her with hideous boils all over her face. At the same time, people who saw the witch noticed that she had, strangely, grown far more beautiful overnight.

After this, the people of the village became relentless in their demands. “Take away my poverty,” asked the downtrodden. “Take away my sadness,” requested the heartbroken. “Take away my aches and pains,” asked the elderly. The village grew more and more greedy, their requests steadily increasing in scope and viciousness, and the witch grew stronger and stronger.

She began to amass a collection of things unwanted. On the shelf in her cottage sat a growing collection of little jars: in one, a young man’s fears; in another, an old woman’s unpleasant memories. Her strange assortment became larger and larger. Whenever one of her acquisitions pleased her, she would open the jar and take its contents for herself.

In this way, the witch became enchanting like no other. She was tall, beautiful, with shining raven hair that cascaded down her back in waves. From jealous lovers she became well-endowed in every way possible: vast breasts and curvaceous hips and not one but three generously-sized penises she had taken from straying husbands. From the local predators that threatened the village’s livestock, she gained strength and viciousness. She indulged herself with powerful, furred legs and wicked talons for feet, like the harpies of old. Her fingernails became long and sharp as claws. As the village’s desires grew, so did her power.

One day, a woman from the village came to the door of the witch’s cottage. When she arrived, she saw only a woman sitting by the fire, stirring at her dinner in an old pot. The witch was covered in a large, black cloak, and so the woman saw very little of her features.

“Taking Witch,” she said, “I have need of your services. My husband has become too lustful. I am not able to satisfy him all by myself, and I am afraid he may stray to someone else to get what he wants. I demand you take his sexual desire from him!”

The witch eyed the woman silently from her vantage point. It was surprising that she could not satisfy her husband’s lust: she was certainly beautiful enough, with ample breasts and a tiny, delicate waist that flared into satisfyingly round hips and buttocks. “I can do that,” said the witch after a moment. “But of course, as you know, there will be a price. Are you prepared for this?”

“Of course,” the woman said haughtily. It was traditional for the witch to take food or clothing or some other payment to fill her needs from the villagers she’d helped. They’d become used to her supporting herself in this way, and allowed her to take whatever she desired when she had fulfilled her contract.

“Then go,” said the witch. “I will do as you ask.”

The woman left, and the witch got to work. That evening, as dusk fell, she crouched next to the magic circle of runes she had drawn on the floor of her cottage and said her incantations. She placed an empty jar in the center of the circle on top of a portrait of the man in question, and filled it with a precise mixture of fragrant herbs. As she chanted, she lit the dried plants aflame and closed the jar. Moments later the fire inside flared a strange blue-green, consuming the herbs and leaving behind only an amorphous, smokey cloud of lust.

It was not the first time that the witch had taken a villager’s lust. She had several other such jars on her shelves already. But there was something about this one, about the transfixing green shimmer of iridescence that glittered across the smoke as it shifted within the jar, that intrigued her.

‘Perhaps it would be alright to sample it?’ she thought to herself. It was so beautiful, after all.

And so she opened it. Bringing the glass jar up to her face, she undid the metal clasp and opened the lid just the smallest bit, inhaling to breathe in the smoke.

The lust suffused her immediately. The witch gasped as it flooded her skin with desire, a gluttonous urge for sensation that filled her body without hesitation. She threw the lid wide and breathed deep from the jar, her body desperate for more, more, more. The want was like a drug that sharpened her senses, dilating her eyes and arousing her various genitalia.

She stalked to her shelves and viciously snatched down the other jars of lust she had acquired, tearing them open and voraciously devouring the smoke inside them as well, saturating herself with it, tasting it like a rich sweetness. Her body felt warm and desperate, cocks hard and pussy tingling wet, and without further thought she stalked out into the deepening night.

With her powerful animal strides it did not take her long at all to reach the village. She padded quickly and quietly through the darkness to the home of the woman who had contracted with her that afternoon. Like a fox into a henhouse she stole silently in through the woman’s window.

By the time the woman began to wake, the witch was already on top of her, moonlight shining off the pale skin of her nude body and shimmering over her dark fur. In mere moments she had shredded the terrified woman’s nightgown, leaving her helpless and naked on the bed. The woman opened her mouth to scream, but this proved to be a mistake.

The witch’s lust was unstoppable at the sight of an open and ready hole, and one of her three cocks filled the opening immediately. The woman choked, eyes wide, as her mouth was abruptly filled by the witch’s organ. Her jaw locked into place around the substantial girth, rendering her unable to make any attempt at closing it.

The witch’s penises were arrayed close together, one above the other. As the top member slid ecstatically into the woman’s open mouth, this placed the bottom one high on the woman’s chest, towards the base of her neck. With a feeling of vicious delight, the witch grabbed up the woman’s enormous breasts in her clawed hands and pushed them together and up, mashing them against either side of her two remaining cocks. She sighed in pleasure and began to thrust, sliding her lower pair of members through the soft, pillowy chasm of flesh while the first one plunged over and over into the sweet, wet orifice above.

The woman tried to struggle, but the witch’s powerful talons held her in place, her monstrous body a firm weight on the woman’s torso. The witch’s eyes, slit like a cat’s, glinted wide in the dim light, pupils vast and able to see the body she was assailing clearly even in the dimness.

She thrust hard, forcing her cock down the woman’s throat until she gagged. She could feel the tight involuntary clenching of muscles around her member, and it only fueled her lust to new heights. She pushed her weight down onto the woman and rammed her dick as deep as it would go inside her, until the woman’s lips were all the way down at the base.

With a feeling of triumph, the witch came hard down the woman’s throat, flooding the woman’s gullet with her seed. But it was not nearly enough; the lust was still raging throughout her body, and two of her three cocks were still unsatisfied.

Quickly, not giving the woman time to react or recover, the witch grabbed her and flipped her over onto her stomach, forcing the woman up onto her knees as she lifted her hips up into the air. Her animalistic legs were perfect for crouching directly behind the woman’s presented rear end.

Leaning over the length of the woman’s body, the witch placed her head directly behind and to the side of the woman’s, opening her mouth.

From between the witch’s lips emerged a long, serpentine red tongue, nimble and cruel. It slid like a snake around the side of the woman’s head and into the panting, gasping mouth that her cock had so recently vacated. The woman choked again as the witch’s tongue forced its way back down into her throat, gagging her and keeping her once more from making a sound.

Only then did the witch truly shift her attention to the woman’s lower half. Reaching down between her own legs, the witch felt for her own hungry orifice, wet with desire. With swift hands she grabbed up as much of her own slick as she could, slathering it up and over her remaining two stiff cocks, coating them generously.

Her anticipation was so overwhelming that the witch found herself drooling on the side of the woman’s face. She chuckled deep in her throat at the woman’s desperate, protesting whimpers when she felt the witch’s now slicked-up cocks line themselves up behind her: one at the opening of her vagina, the other at her anus.

As the woman tried to scream around the monstrous tongue plugging her throat, the witch began to push her two lust-filled cocks into the woman’s twin orifices. They slid inside slowly but relentlessly, her pussy and ass widening and stretching open in unison as they were penetrated. Both holes were cleaved apart as the enormous cocks slid inexorably deeper and deeper and deeper.

Finally, once the skin of their hips was flush together, the witch began once more to thrust into the woman’s body. Her hands kept the top of the woman’s torso pinned, while her knees and hips kept the woman’s rear end forced up into the air, spearing her over and over with the lustful organs. The witch chuckled to herself; the sound was a deep and monstrous rumble in her chest.

The woman wept and squirmed, struggling through muffled, unintelligible protests, but it was no use. The overwhelming strength of the witch, stolen from a wide variety of the village’s inhabitants and its neighboring beasts, was far too much to fight. She could do nothing to escape her position as the witch continue to delightedly fuck both her ass and pussy at the same time.

The witch’s stamina was beast-like as well. The woman was used to fending off the attentions of her husband, but never before had she been subjected to such a marathon of penetration. For over an hour the witch continued to practice her lust upon the woman’s body. Finally, she thought the witch might be slowing down; she seemed to be withdrawing, finally pulling her cocks out of her victim’s much-abused holes.

But in a moment she realized that no; it was actually about to become worse. The witch’s third cock, which had been satiated earlier, had been gradually growing hard once more. As the middle cock pistoned in and out of the woman’s ass, the top one had been sliding back and forth and back and forth along the crack between her buttocks. With such stimulation, it had now regained its desire, growing rigid and hungry once more.

With one hand the witch gathered together the heads of her top two cocks together and aligned them both with the woman’s ass. With a slow forward push, the witch once again seated herself inside the woman, her lowest cock sliding slickly back into her cunt while the one that had been stretching her asshole was joined by an eager new partner. The woman tried to scream as her ass was forced open to the point of gaping, but the sound was still muffled by the tongue that kept her gagged.

Once again the witch resumed her thrusts, now with all three cocks hungrily plundering the woman’s holes. In and out she slid, over and over and over, the minutes and then hours sliding by as she continued to plunder her victim’s orifices. The lust that suffused her was like a monster all its own, and fueled her to inhuman levels. She practically devoured the woman’s body, cleaving it, stretching it, widening and forcing it open so she could pour her desire into it, flood her with the desperate magma of want.

And then, flood her with something else: all three cocks came simultaneously, filling the woman with an absolutely inhuman torrent of semen until it splashed and gushed out from both orifices. When she had finished depositing her seed deep into the woman’s body, the witch pulled out and wiped her satisfied cocks off on the woman’s back, smearing the mess across the smooth expanse of skin.

Only then did she withdraw her tongue from the woman’s mouth, leaving her gasping and sobbing, and make her way silently back out the window through which she’d arrived, slipping back into the cloak of darkness.

The best part, she thought as she licked her lips, lust finally sated to a dull ember in her pelvis, was that the woman had never really gotten a particularly good look at her face. The witch’s monstrous features below her clothes were not well-known; there was every likelihood that the woman had no idea who it was who had just molested her in the middle of the night. Perhaps she, or another unknowing victim, might come back to make another deal with her as soon as the very next day.