The day started nearly the same as any other. Samantha and Teresa had a slightly rounded cum belly from gorging themselves on my virility while I slept as they snored peacefully. I still have no clue how they managed to get me to orgasm without waking me, and honestly I'm almost certain I never will. Looking out the window I saw that the sun was just barely breaking free from the horizon. Pulling myself out from between my red haired angels I gave each a kiss on the forehead causing them to stir slightly before they shifted closer to each other and went back to a deep sleep. Creeping slowly and quietly I looked into my grandparent's bedroom to look at grandpa's old digital clock to see what time it was. Five fifty nine was way to early to be awake. I carefully and quietly left the room and returned to mine. My plan was to try to get back to sleep but it was immediately changed upon seeing a rather attractive sight. The covers had shifted just enough to see that Teresa's cunny was absolutely soaking. It seems that Teresa either had or was having a wet dream. With a wolfish grin on my face I decided that I was going to return the favor and give her a night time orgasm for once. Slowly lifting myself onto the bed so it wouldn't shift to much I slowly approached my glistening prize. Once I was in range I steadily lifted the covers up to reveal the one thing she had that beat Samantha out in the size department, her big pale butt. Like her sister Teresa's skin was free of blemishes and pale in a way that most Victorian era paintings attempted to capture. The paleness of her skin wasn't an unhealthy shade by any stretch of the imagination, instead it was more like the shade you would find in a gallon of milk or in some of the modern British nobility.
Leaning my head down I slowly peppered kisses from her feet to the back of her knees while I gently massaged each of her glorious cheeks. It always surprised me how fast her ass grew and how big it got. I'm certain that by the time we hit middle school most of the students in high school and a fair number of adults would be eclipsed by Teresa's wonderful rump. I continued on with my trail of slow kisses from the back of her knees up to the object of my current groping obsession. I liberally coated her ass in kisses, licks, and sucks until the dim light of the hallway nearly reflected off of her cheek's new coating. Putting a hand on each of Teresa's ass cheeks I spread them to better view my prize. Nestled between her thighs was her slit made plump and moist with arousal, above it her pink anus laid tight and nestled. As I watched a bead of said arousal dripped from her cunny and made a lazy trail down and over her swollen clit before touching down onto the bed. I nearly gasped aloud due to lack of air when I realized I was holding my breath the entire time that I was observing her. While it wasn't the first time I had seen her or her sister naked I don't think the awe I felt each time I looked at them would pass. Both were beautiful and would grow to be even more beautiful as they entered adulthood and exited this bizarre rapid puberty that my bodily fluids seemed to have forced them into. Mentally shaking the thoughts from my head a memory from Teresa showering made me decide to do something different than what I had in mind. Whenever she showered Teresa spent a large amount of time focusing on cleaning her posterior especially what laid between her doughy cheeks all the while giving off sporadic and muted gasps of pleasure when she was alone. I could tell she wasn't touching her pussy as I could still see it when she was 'cleaning' back there. Positioning my head I gave a quick prayer in my mind that the guys I went to school with were wrong about the taste before slowly running my tongue across her rosebud. The only taste I got was a bit of soapiness left from the shower that I easily ignored. Another tentative lick brought about the same taste so I began truly getting into the actions. About fifteen seconds in her breathing slightly picked up. After about a minute I changed positions so my chin was pushed forward so that every time I licked Teresa's ass my chin would slide along her clit. It took about thirty seconds of this before her thick and weighty thighs wrapped around my head as my chin was coated in her fluids. I would have given a chuckle about her being a nocturnal squirter if it weren't for the fact that her legs had pulled my face in tight enough that breathing had entered the realm of near impossibility. What little air reached my lungs carried the smell of feminine arousal which caused the partial erection I was sporting to go beyond full and straight to painful. Each time my heartbeat pulsed heavily in my ears a rope of pre would fly from my cock and splatter heavily on the sheets by my legs. Eventually Teresa's legs loosened enough for me to pull my head up and out of the soft and warm cage made by her thighs. Licking my dry lips brought the taste of her arousal into my mouth, it wasn't a bad taste compared to what some of the people in the past complained about. In all honesty I wouldn't mind having it again though I couldn't put a precise name to her flavor.
Teresa rolling over drew my attention back to the real world and away from trying to name the flavor of her cunt syrup. Her long red hair was in full bed head mode curled at the end and utterly untamable. Her eyes were wide and moist with small pupils contracted in fear. Steadily her chin wobbled and her lips trembled with cries that were steadily barreling towards the surface. I knew the signs of the storm that was about to be unleashed. Every once in a while Teresa would have a night terror where she would wake up and cry from the trauma she went through. While sexual gratification wouldn't wake me up even the most silenced of her cries would wake me up faster than a bomb going off. Most of the time hugging her would calm her down. Crawling myself forward I ignored the way my glans scraped pleasurably upon the bed sheets and pulled Teresa into my arms and began kissing the top of her head. One thing to know about Teresa is that when she hugged you it was a gentle loving thing, unless she was afraid. When she was afraid Teresa could latch on and squeeze hard enough to make an adult's ribs make popping noises. As an old man in a weak and developing child's body I can admit that it hurt like hell. I grit my teeth and just kept kissing Teresa's head and rubbing her back to calm her down. After a few moments she calmed down and looked up at me with those watery eyes "Please Jon, fuck me." she said in a broken and defeated voice carrying nothing but desperation and sorrow. As she went to turn around to be taken doggy style I gently grabbed her hand stopping her movement. Confusion and a fear of rejection began filling her eyes before I said what had to be the corniest line ever, although corny always seems to have sat well with her. In a tone full of as much love as I could muster I said "No. I will not fuck you." tears began freely falling from her eyes right as I said the rest of what I began saying "What I will do is love you.". Her tears and expression went from being made by sorrow and fear to being made by joy. Her lips latched onto mine in record time as her arms wrapped around me. It was a scant few moments before her tongue slithered out to duel mine. Despite my mental age and theoretical knowledge her skill quickly declared her the winner of that brief and pleasurable battle. I leaned up as she shifted so she was settled on my lap with my cock nestled firmly between her heavy butt cheeks before she resumed her lip lock with me.
After a few shifts she reached back with one of her hands to line up my cock with her entrance. Rather than meeting with the soft and heated moisture rich entrance of her pussy my cock head came into contact with the tightened entrance of her ass. The moment I began pulling away to question her she shoved her butt back causing the glans to slowly begin stretching her chosen hole. A few more seconds and the head fully popped in drawing a low and heady moan from deep in her chest as her eyelids fluttered. Pulling away from me she chewed on her bottom lip as she slowly began humping away on top of me. An inch would be pulled out of her clenching and writhing depths before that inch was pushed back in along with another half an inch. Back and forth, up and down, and occasionally round and round her hips went until her plump cheeks touched down onto my lap. Leaning back she looked at her stomach with a smile on her face. Looking down I saw that she was looking at a phallus shaped bulge poking up from her stomach which became even more prominent when she shoved her butt heavily down on my lap. Reaching down she rubbed the bulge causing a dull sensation of pleasure to emanate from my glans. Leaning forward she began bouncing slowly on my lap. Reaching down I grasped a hand full of bountiful ass cheek with my left hand as I began slowly fingering her with my right. Every raise of her hips pulled my pointer and middle finger slightly out as my thumb lightly stimulated her clit. With every downward smash of her hips my fingers were driven back in as the bed lightly jostled making me thankful that the bed didn't have a headboard anywhere near the wall or it would be waking everybody up. A steady gasping moan began emerging from her mouth that was swallowed up by our shared lip lock preventing it from reaching beyond the room. I don't know how long it was before I noticed that Samantha had moved. Just before I could begin moving my head to look for her a familiar pair of arms wrapped around me and a tongue trailed up the back of my neck before a light nip caught my right earlobe gently between her teeth reminding me of the fact that Samantha could move swiftly and unnoticed when she wanted to. "Mmmm Jon. You're up early." Samantha said in a tone filled with a mix of grogginess expected of someone that just woke up and the aroused tone of someone who is expecting sex. Surprise and a bit of excitement filled my ear as she hissed out "Wow, you're really giving it to her ass.". Teresa chose that time to break her lip lock with me to begin one with Samantha pulling her elder sister harder into my back causing her breasts to compress against my shoulder blades. The sensory overload of the sounds of both girls moaning, boobs on my back, a tightly clenching ass on my cock, and the rhythmic pulsing of Teresa's orgasming cunt around my fingers sent me over the edge. Pulse after pulse of cum filled Teresa's ass causing her belly to slowly swell further than it already was. Part way through my orgasm Teresa pulled back and gave a little cough causing small white flecks to dot her lips. I had cum enough that it was coming out of her mouth.
The realization aroused me even further yet caused me a fair amount of alarm. The last time something like this had happened was when Lisa ended up dying. Trying to pull out of her got me nowhere fast, it seems that the muscles of her ass were clenched down hard enough to keep me from withdrawing. My panic began hiking up even more when I looked down to see that her abdomen had bloated from the sheer amount of cum inside of her that the bulge in her belly made by my cock had disappeared entirely. The world seemed to blur until I heard the goblin's humor filled smoky voice "Oi stud! Calm down before you have an aneurysm or something. She'll be fine just take a breath and enjoy the ride.". Looking around I spotted her in her usual spot on the old bed laid on her side with one hand burried between her legs as she lazily masturbated as she watched the show. Knowing that Teresa and Samantha couldn't hear me due to some weird magic that the goblin whipped up whenever she appeared I asked my question "What do you mean? She's going to drown!". The only response I got was a rich laugh as she sat up and let her thighs fall apart to make her masturbation session easier. A sultry laugh left her mouth as she spread her ass cheeks and crammed a dildo into her now exposed hole. She sat up on her knees before dropping back down driving the dildo all the way in except for the large ring on the end. Shifting her hips a little she finally decided to use words to answer me "Oh you dear naive little thing any cum from that lovely load your stuffing her with will be absorbed by her body the moment it would threaten her ability to breath.". Seeing my confusion she gave a quick pinch to her clit causing a splash of feminine fluids to coat the bed she was on "Mmm you darling thing. You gave her years, you bound her to you, right now she is closer to being one of my kind than human. The likelihood of her drowning on that thick delicious nut butter your stuffing her with is abysmally low if not entirely impossible. In fact it would be more likely that someone would win the lottery only to step outside, get struck by lighting ten times in a row from the same storm, then get bitten by a shark on dry land, before drowning on lava on top of Mount Rushmore. Now stop worrying and let loose stud I want to see her stuffed more than a Thanksgiving turkey.". Orgasming was a lot more pleasant now that I knew Teresa wasn't really in any danger. Tipping her onto her back I reached between my body and Teresa's before rubbing away at her sopping cunt pulling orgasm after orgasm from her. It seemed being filled had her on a hair trigger. A loud moan that turned into a cough saw cum pour from her mouth coating her face and upper chest in a thick mask of white another cough made the cum layer become even thicker. I was yanked free of Teresa's ass by Samantha who tipped me on my back and immediately stuck my still pulsing dick into her mouth. Turning my head to look at Teresa I saw that her ass had sealed my massive load inside of her body. "Aww I was hoping you could have fully filled her. Guess big sis got spooked by the cum fountain, though based on how fast her heads going maybe she just got a little jealous." the goblin said before giving a chuckle. Ignoring the little green sex fiends jabbling I let my eyes drift higher and could scarcely believe what I was seeing. Teresa's belly was enormous to the point that it was just about as big as it was when she was being healed in the toy room. It was tight and had gained a slightly red hue from the strain. With a warbling moan from her still ongoing orgasm she tilted over covering half my face with her enormous cum gut. I could hear the fluid stuffing it slosh about with every one of her breaths which only made my orgasm pick back up from arousal. With a quick though of one year my orgasm picked up even further as some of my life energy was transferred to Samantha. When I finally finished Samantha pulled her mouth off my cock with a loud pop. With my head pinned under the pleasant weight and warmth of Teresa's belly I rolled my free eye toward Samantha's direction and took in the view. Samantha's petite breasts heaved and jiggled slightly with her heavy and desperate breaths. Her nipples were hard above a belly swollen far bigger than usual while her pussy dripped arousal beneath her midsection. Her eyes were wide as a finger scooped the small amount of cum that dribbled out of her lips back into her mouth. When her eyes locked onto mine I expected her to yell or at the least be upset with me but all she did was lean down and kiss my forehead before she pulled the covers over all of us and stuck my still hard cock in her clenching folds. A wave of sleepiness washed me and the last thing I heard as I suddenly nodded off was the goblin's voice filled with humor "Nap time for the babies. You have school tomorrow after all.".
I woke up when grandpa's voice launched up the stairs "Time for school kids!". I looked next to me to see Teresa's belly still swollen thankfully it was now the size of a large musk melon instead of being big enough to be mistaken for a yoga ball. Samantha's head rested on it slowly going up and down with each of her sister's breaths. I gently kissed each of my angel's awake. Seeing Teresa struggling to get up me and Samantha helped her up. Seeing how she was having trouble standing up I decided to help her get dressed. No, of course I did not help her get dressed just to have another chance to feel up that marvelously massive and doughy ass, that was just an added bonus. As I slid her panties up I saw how wet she still was from arousal. I knew how aggravating untreated arousal could be so I ate her out to a quick orgasm before helping her clean up and finish dressing her. After putting on her long sleeved shin length yellow dress and her sandals she started walking out the bedroom door. Darting back she said "Thank you Jon." in a demure tone before kissing my cheek and going downstairs. Turning around I saw Samantha was bent over and was fixing the bed. While that wasn't unusual the fact that she had on a pink Barbie shirt and nothing else was. Getting the message quickly I went down to my knees as quietly as possible avoiding detection. Once I was in position I blew a puff of air across Samantha's moistened slit causing her to tense up and begin turning around. I grabbed her hips preventing her from turning around before diving in to munch her muff. With how aroused she was it didn't take her long to orgasm. Grandpa's yell of "Jonathan! Samantha! Hurry up! You're going to be late for school!" caused me and Samantha to throw on our clothes and run down the stairs. After I wolfed down some Frosted Flakes we ran to the car and hopped in before grandpa drove down the gravel drive way and floored it towards school. Hopping out as soon as the car stopped we ran into the school, dashed towards Ms. Melom's room, and sat down by Shelby just as the bell rang.
Thankfully school went nearly the same as the day before with Ms. Melom having us read and introducing basic mathematics to the class for us to practice on until lunch rolled around. Teresa was still slightly pudged from her cum filling from this morning so she decided to grab an apple from the lunch line before finding a seat for our little quartet to sit at . Once the last person passed through the lunch line Ms. Howzer walked her way over to us with her own lunch tray. Her matured curvature was jiggling pleasantly with every step as Teresa's greedy eyes locked on to the older woman's curvaceous form as if she could gain similar curves via some form of osmosis. It was a silent fair this time with no one really talking outside of polite hellos, instead everyone focused on eating as fast as they could while retaining some imitation of table manners so that we could get outside. The moment we were done eating me, Samantha, Teresa, and Shelby dashed to drop our food tray off and bolted towards the door to the outside. Once we got outside Teresa and Samantha began walking towards the swings, Shelby grabbed my left hand and whistled grabbing Teresa's attention as well as Samantha's. Seeing that she had their full attention we all began walking with Teresa running up to me to grab my right hand. With a roll of her eyes Samantha sped up to grab Teresa's free hand as we walked towards the woods. Once we got a bit further into the tree line Shelby brought us into the odd realm where we she dragged me the day before with the sound of a snapping branch. Our clothes seemed to disappear the moment we entered the realm. Looking around I saw that the realm felt more alive than it did before. Small spots of defiant grass had become green instead of yellowed and dead, even a few green leaves began emerging on some of the trees. Of course none of that took away from the haunting moon that still hung in the sky casting everything in a red glow.
A wave of Shelby's hand as she walked further in caused four termite chewed wooden chairs to emerge out of the ground around the solitary tree stump. A quick wave of her hand caused the stone to appear on the stump. With little care to the audible creaking and falling of small bits of wood Shelby took her place on one of the chairs. Deciding to follow her example I helped Teresa onto one of the chairs before Samantha and I hopped up onto one of the still free seats. Looking at each of us Shelby began calmly talking "Please just listen to me until I finish. At the end you can all ask questions. As I said before that is a coven stone. Long ago witches who didn't want to make pacts with warlocks or men in general would use them for a variety of reasons. The most common use was to make an agreement to share power amongst the group and defend each other so all were more or less equal. The fact that you swallowed it means it has already started bonding to you. This means that you are going to be the lynchpin for any rituals or magics practiced by anyone that comes into the group. The good thing is that there are three of us which keeps the number as a prime. Since the one bonded to the stone counts as the Prime of Prime's you are counted as the number zero. In theory as long as the person is bonded to you before entering the group you could have millions of people in the group. Prime numbers like two, three, five, and so on is the best for magical stability. If it hadn't begun binding with you we could have each said what we wanted from this coven and the stone would have enforced it so that each of us would do our best to make each individual's desires come true. Since it is bound to you your desires will take precedence over the others, then us because we will be bound to the stone next, and finally whoever joins up afterwards. The stone will force your mind to make peace with past events. It will do it in a variety of ways the most common is dreaming continually about the past.". Seeing our confused looks she expounded upon the last part of her statement. "Continual dreaming is where your dreams pick off from where they were when you wake up." she stated in a tone that made it very obvious that she thought the name would be self explanatory. "While you ask your questions I will have to figure out what 'vice' rules you." she continued on in a bored monotone. At this point I was to interested in seeing what Shelby would do next to ask questions. Based on the silence Samantha and Teresa were in the same boat of fascination that I was. Standing up Shelby's skin slowly turned red and her eyes became yellowed before she opened her mouth and drooled onto the stone.
The stone seemed to slowly absorb the saliva gaining a lustrous sheen in the process causing any questions in Teresa and Samantha's mind to disappear while I was just focused on what our resident witch would do next. "That narrows it to three" Shelby muttered to herself before she swiftly bit down on her finger hard enough to draw blood before smearing it on the stone. In seconds the blood dried, scabbed, and got blown away by a sudden gust of wind as her finger healed. Her response to the bizarre occurrence was a slow blink of her yellowed eyes and a murmured "Not wrath then.". Reaching behind her own ear she pulled out a small grape, hovering her hand over the stone she squeezed her hand forcing the juice to drip slowly onto the stone. Just like the blood the juice dried up and the dust was blown away by a sudden gust of wind. Picking up the stone she did a single drawn out "hmm" as she rolled it around in her hand. She slowly turned it so the wide part was facing down before inserting it narrow part first into her vagina. After the last bit of the stone entered into her she shook as if someone hooked up a live wire to her body. Before she could fall I hopped out of my chair and slowly laid her on the ground. Unsteady gasps poured from her mouth as she continued twitching before she stiffened up. With an earth shattering shriek a spray of fluid emerged as Shelby orgasmed with enough force to cause the stone to launch out and hit one of the many trees with a resounding thunk. Looking at her I saw her eyes slowly roll into my direction as she licked her lips "This I can work with." she purred out. Holding her hand out the stone slowly rolled its way toward Shelby's hand before stopping three feet away. The stone had turned from a shiny white to an ominous black like the night sky. It seemed to almost flicker as it drained the light from the area around it before releasing it back out slowly only to repeat the cycle again. Shelby's near emotionless voice cut through the near hypnotizing observation of the stone "It's not stabilized. It senses that there are more around us that are connected to you and not it.". A sense of muted alarm began filling my mind "What do you mean it senses? Stones don't sense." I asked in as calm a tone as I could muster.
Somehow Shelby sensed my emotional turmoil as she raised her hands and attempted to use a caring tone to placate me "The term Coven Stone is a bit of a misnomer. It's more like a cross between a seed that hasn't sprouted and an unborn animal. It has rudimentary intelligence and can gain intelligence as the group learns more things like an animal but it grows like a plant. The healthier the coven the faster the resulting form grows. Those bound to the coven and the stone are able to share feelings and sensations at times. Most of the times it grows into a flower or a bush of flowers sometimes it becomes a tree. It's one of the reason certain practitioners of magic fight to protect nature. They aren't protecting a certain area of nature but a fully developed Coven Stone that they gain power from in exchange for returning that power upon their death.". Thinking on what she said I put together some of the words she was omitting causing my eyes to narrow slightly. I decided to say my thoughts out loud for Teresa and Samantha's benefit "So it makes those who use it into a sort of hive mind, those with strong wills remain more or less intact while those with a weak will are consumed by the mass. It makes it so every single strong emotion and sensation is shared to everyone unless the one feeling those things are focused on keeping their mind separated from the mass. I'm guessing those who bind themselves to it first are able to direct its growth more than those who come in later and are less likely to be erased.". Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Shelby slowly getting up. Holding my hand out to gesture the stone formed a green tendril that wrapped around my wrist before it pulled itself into my hand. Emotions that weren't mine bombarded my mind. Excitement, happiness, anticipation, and longing that slowly turned into confusion, sorrow, dejection, hopelessness, then a pale imitation of the positive feelings it was emitting earlier once it felt my current emotions. The tendril turned brown and slowly began retracting back into the dimming stone. Hopelessness was an emotion I knew all to well. That crushing feeling of being not just useless but a detriment to all that you love and care for. So many people that don't have depression say 'there are those who have it worse' or 'look at all the good things you have'. In the past I used to wish that others could feel true depression before promptly being glad that they didn't feel that unfathomable level of emptiness. I was surprise to feel tears falling down my cheek. I was even more surprised to feel a small tongue lapping at the tears as they fell. I opened my eyes thinking it was Teresa at first doing her 'kiss the tears away' routine. It wasn't, I was standing in the middle of a plain surrounded by plants and animals beyond count or comprehension. I looked down and saw held in my arms a being that went beyond my knowledge of biology. It had no genitals or gender traits yet somewhere in my heart of hearts I knew it was female and far older than humanity's capacity for comprehension. She was the size and shape of a baby but that's where her similarity to human or primate ended. Her skin was brown and hard with a texture similar to polished wood. Her head was identical to a human except for the pointed ears and three small nubs on either side of the top of her head surrounding the small puff of blond hair that lay atop. Her eyes were a most lively green, like the budding of leaves on an oak tree during spring. The tongue that licked at my tears was long and similar to a frog's or chameleon's. Her hands were gripping at my shirt with the strength you would expect of a baby that had just learned how to grasp things. A gurgle emanated from her followed by a happy cooing. The noises weren't words by any stretch of the imagination but the emotional bond sending a mixed wave of apprehension, hope, and near hidden joy as well as a bombardment of countless images made the message clear 'I will be here for you if you would have me.'. I hugged the thing tighter and let the tears flow.
The sound of Teresa asking in her cherubic voice "Are you okay Jon?" brought me back to reality. I smiled and laughed as I wiped the last of the tears away with my free hand before ruffling her hair and kissing her forehead then Samantha's. "I will be Teresa.". I looked at Shelby before walking to the table and setting the stone down. Words that weren't my own began to flow from my mouth "I have decided that her name will be Persephone. Now take a seat witch." Shelby gave a huff and crossed her arms before hopping back into her seat. As Samantha took her seat I helped Teresa back into her seat and promptly took my own. When Shelby began to open her mouth to talk I happily cut in "If I truly am the leader of this 'coven' then I have some rules for this little group." I don't know if there was some sort of magic at work but despite Shelby's mouth moving not a single sound was coming out. Eventually she gave a huff, folded her arms, and stopped trying to talk. "We won't lie or emit facts when talking to each other. I would rather spill painful truths than coat dog poop with powder sugar.". Holding my hand out flat on the table the now named Persephone slowly rolled her egg shaped outer form towards me. "We will be bringing her with us to class. I'm willing to bet that none of your predecessors tried educating one of her kind the normal way and instead their only version of educating was sharing emotions and things they learned with her kind used as the medium.". Shelby's crossed arms and silent huff of air was all I needed to know I hit the mark on the head. "Anyone and everyone in this coven shall be equal. Anyone who joins the coven in the future needs to be able to benefit it. Whether it means that they are able to bring in money, have a skill that is necessary, or something else that is needed. The big thing is that whoever comes into the group has to be accepted by everybody honestly. A single no from anyone and that person will not be welcomed by the coven.". Seeing the tightness in Shelby's neck and the veins pulsing angrily I decided to be nice and in my best imitation of an entitled and spoiled turd I said "Yes Ms. Nelson. I see you have your hand up over there.". Whatever magic had her silenced earlier disappeared the moment I acknowledged that she had something to say. Using her returned speech she proceeded to rip into me. "Are you an idiot or something? You would bring one of the rarest and most vulnerable forms of magic in the world into a classroom full of gangly accident prone kids. Not just that but Melody Thompson is a sneak thief who pockets more random shit than a kleptomaniac given a duffle bag and free reign in a mall. You leave 'Persephone' out and that shifty little bitch is going to take it and either hide it somewhere or have that liquored up hag of an aunt hold onto it for her to take later.". They were all valid points but I could sense the discomfort coming from Persephone and see the upset expression forming on Teresa's face so I decided to lighten the mood. Putting my hands where the ears would be if stones or eggs could have ears I exclaimed "Shelby! You need to stop swearing around the baby! Imagine if her first word is fuck! Imagine if the baby says fuck in public! Grandma will be absolutely scandalized!". The laughter from Teresa and Samantha made me quirk a small smile at the same time that a flood of positive emotions emerged from Persephone. Pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance Shelby continued on "Who would you bring into the coven then?". I began to open my mouth before a slight pain started in my cheek. Reaching up with my free hand I pulled away slightly bloody fingers. Looking up I saw Shelby's tail was slightly red as she rubbed it across Persephone's container causing the stone to turn a bright pink. Before I could yell at her for cutting me with her tail she got a victorious look in her eyes as she grinned the grin of the cat that ate the canary and got away with it. "I hope you weren't going to list any men because you are straighter than a one eighty degree line.". It took a few seconds to understand what would make her say that. My words could have been mistaken for a question but I knew Shelby was smart enough to realize that it was a statement "The vice is lust isn't it?". The answer I received was her smile somehow becoming even wider. Sweet little Teresa raised her hand and once I looked completely at her asked in that voice filled with innocence and curiosity "Jon, what's lust?". Instead of allowing me to answer Shelby cut in with a voice full of bravado like she had some sort of great secret that she couldn't wait to share "Lust is the raw sexual desire to fuck something without having pointless things like morals and emotions getting in the way. Some people like girls, some like boys, some like animals, some like their partners young, some like them old, some like them deader than disco, and some like their partners still in diapers." she ended her spiel with a harsh and cutting voice full of nothing but spite and derision. I don't know which one of my little group was angrier at Shelby. Teresa's usually happy face was set in a scowl, Samantha was visibly holding herself back from throttling the witch, and I sat and contemplated her words searching for any of the hidden meanings she loved to weave into her words. Did she know the entirety of my secrets, my age, or something else entirely? I could tell she was expecting a reaction from us so I simply decided to ignore what she had said to ask my own question "What's needed to finish the binding process for Teresa and Samantha?". I knew that at this moment that me and Shelby were on nearly equal footing in this little relationship that she had sprung on me with her slightly above me due to her knowledge. I also knew that if Samantha and Teresa gained the ability to share their emotions amongst the group as well as sense other member's emotions Shelby might loose some of her advantage. After all three people on the look out for something is more likely to notice something than just one person. Based on the sudden disappearance of her smile and the very quick burst of aggravation and uncertainty that I felt coming from her she knew exactly what I was attempting. The moment Shelby opened her mouth to talk three brown root like tendrils emerged from Persephone and struck with a startling swiftness. One wrapped harshly around Shelby's wrist before one wrapped gently around Samantha and Teresa's right wrist. Looking down I saw a tendril slowly wrapping around the wrist of the hand that held Persephone. "I'm not sure." Shelby snarked out before wincing at the sudden popping of bones as the tendril increased its constriction of her wrist swiftly dislocating it. A single word from Persephone superimposed itself in my mind 'lie'. "I don't think lying is a good idea for your wrist Shelby, or your arm for that matter." I blandly stated as the tendril slowly wound its way up to Shelby's elbow and away from her slowly purpling wrist. It was astounding how fast she went from abrasive to honest though I believe the pain from her dislocated wrist jostling around may have helped with that "They need to willingly feed their own sexual fluids to the stone. Hey! What are you doing!?" Shelby exclaimed as Teresa pulled the tendril from her arm before stuffing it between her legs. Slowly the tendril turned from a dull brown to a vibrant green before countless multicolored flowers grew out of the tendril. After a few moments Teresa let out a moan and twitched in orgasm before the tendril retracted back into Persephone's stone. Seeing that nothing bad happened to Teresa Samantha did the same thing. Again after a few moments Samantha moaned and orgasm and again the tendril went from a dull brown to a vibrant green, grew flowers, then retracted back. Slowly the vine around Shelby's arm retracted and another singular word entered my mind from Persephone 'bonded'. With a quick wave of her undamaged hand over her dislocated wrist it snapped into place before slowly returning to the red hue that it was before. Before I could ask if she was okay Shelby looked at me and smirked "It's about time you showed that those big balls of yours weren't just for show." she said in that all so familiar cocky tone. I couldn't help it when I uttered two simple words "The fuck?". Sauntering over to me she lightly patted the side of my face "Aww did I short circuit that wonderful brain of yours? That might just be the greatest accomplishment of my life so far. I'm a witch with a certain sense of self worth. I'm not going to allow myself to be bound to someone who can't stand up for what they believe in." she said before cackling. I had no clue what to say in this situation, she had a wrist that was nearly broken until she healed it and she honestly didn't seem to care in the least. If anything she seemed to be happily making a joke of the whole situation. Seemingly ignoring my dumbfounded expression she continued on tapping her pointer finger on her chin while she talked "Though I can say that it would have been more of a turn on if it was you who did the punishing instead of Persephone. Maybe some heavy petting, then some nice hard spanks with a paddle, and finally a nice hard fuck.". Rolling her eyes to look into mine she smirked revealing slowly sharpening teeth "Just imagine it. Three girls, nine hours of nonstop every hole you can stick it in fucking, and more orgasms than your mind could calculate." she didn't just say those words to entice me, she said it as if it was as certain as water being wet. I said the first thing that popped into my shocked brain "You have more kinks than a fifty foot garden hose.". She giggled then leaned forward until we were literally nose to nose before huskily whispering "Mmm trust me my stud, you have absolutely no idea. You live on food and water. My kind feed on cum, drink pleasure, breath sex, and hoard those rare crumbs your kind call love like an addict hoards their stash. We are literally biologically and magically made to milk every bit of pleasure and energy from our prey. The truly beautiful thing is that you have three girls who are happy to give you any of their holes at any time. And I can tell you now with certainty the number won't end at three." with her words said she gave a swift yet tongue filled kiss. As she walked to her seat she said over her shoulder "We have about twenty minutes left before recess is over I suggest feeding Persephone.". I was about to ask what she meant before the tendril around my wrist opened at the end and unwound from my arm. It descended towards my dick all the while Persephone sent out waves of hunger and anticipation through the connection. By this point I was just mentally saying fuck it after dealing with Shelby's mind games. I spread my thighs giving the tendril better access and gave a swift prayer to any higher entities listening that I wouldn't get any splinters from this coupling. I expected a sensation similar to sand paper, instead the sensation was like a cross between a mouth and a clenching vagina. Up and down the tendril went as my sensitivity continued to increase. I don't know how long it was but eventually I couldn't hold it and exploded. Looking down I saw baseball sized bulges of cum going up the tendril before being absorbed by the stone Persephone inhabited causing waves of colors to go through it. When the orgasm finally ended the stone was shiny and covered with countless shifting shapes of every color known to humanity. A single word popped into my mind 'full' which was immediately followed by slowly disappearing feelings of satisfaction. Shelby's voice coming from behind me startled me "Well the baby is full and asleep and it's time for us to get back to class.". Still slightly dazed I followed Shelby out of the realm while Samantha held my right hand. After grabbing the slowly dimming Persephone Teresa ran up and grabbed my left hand. Thankfully once we left the realm we had our clothes on allowing Teresa to put Persephone in my pants pocket on the way back to the school. Yet again I had more questions than answers after interacting with Shelby. I could only quirk my lips up in a small smile when I looked at my growing group. We walked together happily, a group of paradoxes. A time traveling geezer in a prepubescent body, a crass witch with endless sass, an ancient entity that appeared as a baby, and two red haired angels with the sex drive of a succubus. As we walked together back to school my smile grew as I for the first time in a long time looked forward with a heart full of optimism for what would come in the future.