[TF/TG] Dangerous Assumptions (Patreon)

Personal Touch Tier Reward for Anon

It turns out, witches can be male and they do not take kindly to people who assume otherwise. 

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When the word ‘witch’ is uttered it calls to mind a women, stirring a cauldron of mysterious green liquid and cackling as she mutters incantations. Sometimes the woman is young and charming, other times old and withered but almost universally the word ‘witch’ belongs to a female. This had been his first mistake. Rich had assumed the ‘Sam’ he’d been eagerly chatting to online for the past few days would be just the thing to break his current sex dry spell. Sam was in to all kinds of weird, freaky stuff and he’d eagerly fed into it; everybody knew goth chicks were crazy in bed. He thought he’d hit the jackpot. When Rich had arrived this apartment a few hours ago, clad in black and ready to act as though wicca was all the rage in order to get laid he’d not expected a tall, muscular man to open the door and greet him with a predatory grin.

Witches, it seemed, were both male and female and the former didn’t take to kindly to the assumption or the reveal that he had come here hoping for some cheap, freaky sex with a goth chick.

“Here I thought I’d actually found somebody who shared my interests.” Sam sighed, “But you’re just like all the others.”

The door had slammed shut and the sound of the deadbolt sliding closed, apparently of its own volition had made Rich’s heart sink.

“Don’t you worry.” Sam had taunted, “You’ll get exactly what you came here for and then some.”

Rich had fumbled, trying desperately to explain and appeal to Sam as a man. He’d not meant any harm! He’d just wanted to get laid, surely a fellow bro could understand that? At first, he’d thought he was making headway, Sam nodded along luring him into a false sense of security until he found himself sitting on the couch, not realising he’d been led into a trap. Somehow, Rich was still not entirely sure how it happened; Sam ended up standing behind him. There was a sudden coolness around Rich’s throat and his hands flew up just as Sam snapped a choker closed around his neck.

He’d opened his mouth to demand an answer but his voice silenced as the change began and it had been wonderful, the sensations so distracting he hadn’t even cared when his clothing disintegrated before his eyes. He’d keened and moaned, writhing on the couch as pleasure radiated down from that choker and across his body. It felt warm and tingly, the wonderful sensations dulling the horror at watching his skin warp and stretch under invisible hands. Sam sat down across from him, watching with bright, fascinated eyes and Rich couldn’t help but stare back at him as if in some sort of trance.

It had been such a long time since he’d experienced any pleasure, save that which his own hand could give. It was as if all that pent up lust and desire was swirling over him now, soaking into his pores and making his skin feel sensitive as it changed. His chest began to grow as two round, full breasts formed; they rested large and heavy on his heaving torso. Even when they reached a size most would call excessive, they continued to grow, Rich was powerless to stop them.  He tried pressing his palms into the soft skin to squash them down but it achieved nothing. Except to call attention to his thinning fingers and new half moon nails which dug into the skin where he gripped. The tiny pin pricks of pain seemed to melt into him, feeding the pleasure rather than distracting from it. He could feel a similar swelling happening below his hips, his whole body rising up off the couch slightly as his ass inflated. He lifted himself up on his toes, twisting on the couch in an effort to see. A round, peach shaped ass was there now, jiggling below his wide hips. Just beyond those wide curves he could see silky thighs and dainty feet. The whole experience left him so dizzy he couldn’t stand. He simply melted back into his seat, eyes finding Sam once more who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Rich watched as Sam’s gaze dipped down and his eyes followed, watching in horror as his cock began to wrap and change also. The skin smoothed and shrunk, folding back in on itself until nothing but smooth skin remained; said skin them wrapped further and the familiar sight of a pussy appeared between his legs. The whole ordeal should have been disturbing but instead a strange sensation of gratification filled him; his new pussy was wet and wanting just like the rest of his body.

That is where he was now; laying on Sam’s couch, naked and panting with the exception of the change. Looking down at his new, bodacious body with a frog in his throat and panic building inside.

“Wha-how? What have you done!?” Rich cried, flustered and desperately trying to cover his naked body but the size of his new curves made that impossible.

“You wanted some freaky sex with a witch, right?” Sam grinned, “Now you get it.”

“Not like this!” Rich gaped, trying to ignore the subtle wetness between his legs.

Maybe it was the choker, or maybe it was that aforementioned dry spell coming to a head but he was undeniably horny. He couldn’t have sex like this though! And not with a guy, even if he was sort of hot. The thought came into his head unbidden and Rich felt his cheeks flush. What the hell was wrong with him, thinking a guy was hot?

“I can read your mind you know.” Sam grinned and for the first time Rich realised his brown eyes had a slightly blue shimmer to them, like water under the sun. “I know you’re attracted to me. The first thing you noticed when I opened the door was how hot my muscles are.”

“That’s not true!” Rich lied, he couldn’t think straight, he felt flustered and out of control. If only that distracting warmth between his legs wasn’t there, then he’d be able to figure out what to do.

Flustered, Rich reached for the choker, desperate to have some semblance of control back but found his fingers refused to touch it. No matter what angle he approached from, his fingertips stopped mid air, an ich from the soft material around his neck.

“It won’t come off.” Sam purred, “But I tell you what, if you can avoid cumming for a full hour in this form, I’ll remove it for you with my magic. And I’ll even throw in a spell to make you irresistible to any woman of your choosing.”

The wetness between Rich’s legs suddenly increased and he swallowed. The idea of some kind of love potion was just too tempting an offer to give up, especially now that he’d seen first hand just how powerful Sam’s magic is.

“And if I…?”

“Then you get to have as much kinky witch sex as you like.” Sam laughed, “In this body of course.”

Rich would be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on as hell right now, despite the unusual circumstances. But it was that spell that really caught his attention; all he had to do was resist cumming for an hour; how hard could that be? Sam wasn’t that attractive; he was confident he’d be able to handle an hour under his touch.

“Deal.” Rich nodded just as the clock struck eight, sixty minutes until he’d be walking out of here with a certified love potion under his belt.

“Let’s make ourselves comfortable then, shall we?” Sam smiled, walking over and sitting down next to Rich, his clothing vanishing at the snap of his fingers.

Rich deliberately looked straight ahead at Sam’s face, ignoring the temptation to lower his eyes to gaze at his abs and crotch. It may not look it, but he was in control, Sam may have taken his body from him but he would never let him take his mind. Still, he couldn’t stop a subtle shiver passing through him as Sam laid a rough palm against his leg, the skin on skin contact felt almost like a brand to his skin it was so warm. He gave the witch a decidedly bored look, even as the hand began to stroke along his thigh, making the hairs there stand on end. He did his best to ignore it, focusing instead on how cool it was in here without any clothes.

The hand began to climb, stroking across the curve of his new hips and up to his breasts where they hung heavily against his chest. Sam cupped one from beneath and despite himself a tiny indignant squeak escaped Rich’s mouth. The skin, even on the underside, was much more sensitive that he realised. No matter, he could handle a little teasing. Sam’s hand retreated and Rich felt a sense of victory fill him only to be replaced with shock as that hand moved to the small of his back and shoved him forward, roughly manoeuvring him into Sam’s lap. He felt his cheeks flush as his pussy lips were parted slightly by the base of Sam’s already hard cock. Swiftly he shuffled back, still in his lap but no longer flush but the memory lingered of that hardness against his clit.

Control, stay in control. That was his mantra as Sam’s hands began to roam across his naked form sending trails of warmth and desire streaking across his skin. Both his rough palms returned to Rich’s new tits, hefting them up slightly before releasing them and then repeating the gesture. Rich bit his lip, feeling those heavy tits bounce felt good, there was no denying it. But it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handl-

Oh.

Sam’s fingers were brushing against his nipples and Rich felt his hips stutter forward slightly. The pleasure was unreal, subtle yet indescribably good. Who would have thought such tiny nubs could hold such power? Rich tweaked them between thumb and forefinger, squeezing and pulling on them gently so that a low groan was pulled from Sam’s lips.

“Good?” Sam whispered; Rich didn’t dignify him with an answer.

He told himself it was because he wasn’t playing along with Sam’s little game but there was a part of him that feared were he to open his mouth again only moans would escape. He tried not to think about it but that was impossible, those delicious feelings were flowing from his nipples straight to his core, pooling in a pit of desire that threatened to spill over. He was in control; he could handle this; a glance at the clock told him only fifteen minutes had passed and he swallowed. Forty-five minutes to go, forty-five minutes of this sensual pleasure, of Sam’s warm hands on his tits…

There was a moment of relief, as Sam’s fingers finally left his chest only for the pleasure to return tenfold as his mouth took their place. His hot, wet tongue roughly licking at the oversensitive skin till Rich had to bite down hard on his lip to stop a wail. It was so good, he wanted more but he had to fight it. Without realising his hands had found purchase in Sam’s hair, holding him to Rich’s tit as he suckled and teased; even taking the skin in his teeth and gently biting down. That did make Rich wail.

He could feel pussy juices dripping out of him, having already soaked his curly hair. His insides ached in a way he’d never experienced before. Need was building within him and for the first time Rich felt doubt at his success beginning to creep in. Thirty minutes to go, he just had to hold out another thirty minutes…

Sam began to suck harder as a hand snaked down into his lap. Rich felt his eyes widen at the sensation of that digit hovering near his warm pussy. He wanted it. He couldn’t want it but he did. His whole body quivered at that finger parted his folds, slowly stroking along the wet slit and sending pure pleasure coursing through Rich’s entire body. Oh Gods, his control was slipping; he had to fight the urge to grind down on that finger, ever few seconds his hips bucked against his will as Sam circled his clit.

“I bet you’re aching for more.” He teased, finally letting go of that nipple. “You want something inside you so bad it hurts.”

It did. That ache inside him was unbearable but Rich was in control, just barely. He could do this, he just had to stop focusing on how good that finger felt, how much he wanted more. Sam’s free hand came to rest at the same of his back, slowly pulling him forwards while the other finally retreated taking a stream of wetness with it. His pussy was now flush with that hard cock again and Rich moaned, grinding against it just once before he stopped himself. It felt so good, he wanted to feel it again but he had to resist…

He was so busy trying not to thick about how good it had felt he didn’t fight as Sam gripped his hips and raised him up. That thick, hard cock came to rest against his hole and Rich’s whole body froze, eyes on the clock, twenty minutes left. Sam was holding him there, right above the very thing which could cure the ache deep inside him.

“You know you want to.” Sam whispered in his ear, hot breath dancing across his cheek. “You can’t keep fighting it, I can hear your desperate thoughts.”

A whimper escaped.

“You’re thinking about how nice my cock felt against your folds.” Sam continued, “How amazing it would feel to be inside you. You want it so badly.”

Rich’s hips stuttered and the tip of Sam’s cock slipped inside. That single inch was Rich’s undoing, the stretch, the pleasure just that game him was too much to bare. He couldn’t resist; he slid down, taking the whole thing inside him with a moan. He could still salvage this, he’d just ride him for twenty minutes without cumming, he could do it, he could. With Sam’s aid he raised himself again before lowering back down, again and then again. Soon Sam’s hands were gone and he was bouncing up and down on that cock of his own volition. It felt so good, the way the tip brushed against the deepest part of him each time was indescribable. Sam began to buck up into him and Rich’s breath started to come in short bursts.

He had to stop. To slow his pace but he couldn’t. It felt too good and his body was desperate for more. Just a little longer, he could hold out a little longer. His insides were tightening, the pleasure cresting. He’d have to stop after a few more thrusts but no matter how much he told himself to, he just couldn’t bare to stop. The cock felt too good inside him, he needed more…more…

“You’re getting close.” Sam teased, “I can feel you squeezing me tighter.”

Rich wailed, the pleasure was overwhelming him, filling his every pore. It was too good. He was going to-

Sam bucked up into him, slamming against his G-spot and Rich felt the pleasure washed over his entire form. It was pure ecstasy, wave after wave of it as Sam continued to thrust deep into him. He was cumming, harder than he ever had and it just kept going; all he could do was let Sam hold him up as his mouth lolled open and his eyes glazed over. This would be his life now, nothing but the pleasure of being fucked by his new witch. The idea should have been terrifying but right now, Rich was in too much pleasure to care.