Witch of Rutland

Disturbing Content Warning: This is my submission for the 2021 Halloween Contest. It's an extreme magic-filled fantasy with gratuitous supernatural sex. If you're offended or disturbed by sex with demonic vampires, revolted by blood-thirsty vampire orgies, or annoyed by the inner monologue of a hot, sexually liberated witch, you will likely not enjoy this dirty tale. However, if you decide to read it and discover you enjoy it, please take a second to vote and maybe leave a comment. Happy reading!

Two days until Halloween:

It was official. I, Gilda Sprig, was the new witch of Rutland. I was sent to watch over the picturesque farming village so the villagers could enjoy a safe Halloween. If an area stagnates in negative energy, it could drown in plagues and supernatural attacks. I wanted the townsfolk to know a new Witch Warden had taken up residence to prevent that from happening. It was short notice, but I was there.

It didn't take much to start witch rumors and stoke the interest of the locals. A few naked wanderings along the edge of a field under a full moon did the trick. If not a witch, what else could a beautiful and mysterious woman that lived alone be? Horny. I was definitely horny, and my infatuation with cocks and cum could put a succubus to shame. It ran in my family. Sadly, my closest companion at the moment was a well-oiled ear of corn. It sorta did the job on lonely nights when an unsuspecting man wasn't available. Living alone was an ancient tradition of the Witch Wardens. We were a coven of witches trained to supervise all supernatural activity that could influence human life in the realm, and the elders claimed that living alone helped our magic and senses stay sharp. Living alone made me horny and deviant.

I moved into my secluded forest cottage during harvest season. I had two whole days left to find a spirit host and gather the energy I needed to welcome the Spirit of Halloween. Halloween was the one night of the year the veil between the land of the living and the realm of the dead was thinnest. It was truly a night of great possibilities. Sadly, the harvest was exceptionally blessed that year, and most of the men were too busy to wander. They were going home exhausted and straight to bed instead of to the taverns for a drink. It was harder to lure them into the woods when they didn't wander around the town high in spirits. My body was hungry after a month of traveling rural roads to reach the village. I would have to get creative to fulfill my needs.

Rutland was a charming village. The cobblestone streets and storefronts were welcoming. The town square was decorated with hay-stuffed scarecrows and large jack-o'-lanterns on every doorstep. The mood was already favorable for a spirit visit in spite of the village being without a witch for the last six months. I sensed very little negative energy as I wandered into town late one night to hang my medicinal advertisements on the bulletin boards. If I couldn't be outright mischievous, I would be helpful. Don't get me wrong. I don't hurt people. I'm not that kind of witch, but leaving confused villagers in my wake was always fun. Everyone loved a little magic. Like I stated earlier, I was sent to keep Rutland healthy. An overly peaceful village could stagnate in a heartbeat. An excess of comfort doesn't fortify the human spirit. It makes it weak.

I nailed my last note to the board in the town square and was about to head home when a young man crashed right into me. I'll admit I was probably hard to see in my plum-purple velvet cloak as I whimsically danced out of the shadows and into his path. I simply wasn't expecting any foot traffic at that hour. We both let out a surprised "Owe!" as we spun from the collision and fell to the stones. My fall was cushioned by the man's body as I fell flat on top of him. My face was close to his as I raised up and looked at him in the moonlight. He was surprisingly handsome. He had big gray eyes and messy brown hair. He had the beginnings of a short beard along his jaw, making me think he was close to twenty.

"Good heavens, I'm so sorry, miss. I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked worriedly. He was searching my face, trying to make out details under the dark shadow of my hood.

"No, I'm fine. You just startled me," I said and climbed off of him so we could stand.

"I'm terribly sorry for my haste. My father is gravely ill and has taken a turn for the worse. I was going to retrieve the doctor," he explained.

"Really? I'm a bit of a doctor myself," I said and pulled my hood back, allowing the young man a good look at my face, hair, and cleavage in the moonlight.

"Oh," he breathed as he looked at me in surprise.

I was a witch of nature, and the mystical powers of the moon glorified my beauty. My skin was pale and striking in contrast to the long dark hair that flowed in waves around my youthful face. My lips were full and inviting. I often reddened them with a blend of beeswax and wild berries. My eyes were dark blue and sparkled with starlight. My appearance at night had a powerful effect on men and women. I looked good in sunlight, but moonlight literally made me spellbinding. I watched the spell take effect as his expression relaxed and his eyes went sleepy. I could easily lure him into a secluded field at that point and satisfy the sensual cravings my magic left coursing through my body. I ached between my legs at the thought of pinning him under me in the tall grass so I could ride his cock in the moonlight. Just as exercise made a body crave food, using magic made my body crave sexual gratification, but I couldn't indulge when someone needed help. A good witch almost always puts her villagers first.

"I'm Gilda Sprig. What's your name?" I asked, breaking the effects of the spell for a moment.

"Oh, uh, I'm Glen Thomas," he stammered, blinking the mist out of his eyes.

"Take me to your father, Glen. I believe I can help him."

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at a simple cottage on the outskirts of town. The Thomas family managed a small farm. A wheat field stretched out behind the house on the left while a herd of sheep slept on the right. A big, slobbery sheepdog was watching over the flock from a small hill. I smiled at the pumpkin patch beside the front path as we approached the front door. Glen invited me right into his cozy home and quickly directed me into Micah Thomas's room. The middle-aged man was propped up on his bed with his arm in a sling. He was sweating and having trouble breathing. Even in the dim light of the candle, I could tell he was handsome, but he held no resemblance to his son. I found that strange.

"What happened?" I asked as I carefully unwrapped his arm to examine it. It was purple and swollen from his hand to his elbow.

"Something bit his hand when he was pulling a sheep out of the pond the night before last. We fear it was a snake. Toby, our sheepdog, was barking up a storm for us to come help. The sheep are always getting into trouble, but I don't understand why they have taken a liking to the back pond recently. Two have drowned in it this fall. It's the strangest thing, and then this happens to Papa," he explained, shaking his head at their misfortune.

My heart beat a little faster when I saw the shape of the puncture marks on Micah's hand. The Thomas family had a very nasty, ancient creature hiding in their back pond, and it was growing stronger as Halloween approached. It was feeding on the sheep and draining Micah's energy from a distance as it slept in the mud below the water. I needed to deal with it immediately.

"I know what did this, and I know how to cure it," I said as I straightened up and looked at Glen.

"Really? That's wonderful, Gilda. Thank you," he breathed in relief.

"Don't thank me yet. Your father was bitten by a fledgling succubus. Left unchallenged, it will grow into a powerful monster. It's an odd thing to find in a farm pond. The demonic creature is usually pulled across the veil by great misfortune. Besides drowned sheep, has something tragic happened in that pond?"

"Besides Papa falling ill, I can't think of anything."

"Forgive me for asking, but where is your mother?"

His expression darkened after that question.

"About ten years ago, after I turned eleven, she fell ill. The sickness was slow and mysterious. It drained her energy by the week. She disappeared one night and never returned. She left a note on the kitchen table, saying she wanted to die in the hands of nature. We were heartbroken and had no clue what that meant. She always loved the woods behind the pond. We searched for months and found no trace of her."

"Did you search the pond?"

"Of course. It's not very deep. I dived in myself to look for her. There was nothing but mud."

"Forgive me for pressing the matter, but how deep did you search? Did you dig under the mud and look for her body?"

"No. Why would she be under the mud?"

"Because certain creatures would have hidden her remains there. I believe the timing of your mother's disappearance and the disturbance in the pond are related. It takes ten years for a fledgling succubus to emerge from hell and begin its nightly reign of terror. If I don't stop it tonight, your father won't live to see the sunrise. After its first human kill, the demon's power doubles, and it will have enough power to leave the pond for good."

Glen gulped and nodded. His night was getting darker by the minute.

"I would like to offer you comfort, Glen, but there will be none until I investigate that pond and face whatever is hiding in it."

"Of course. How can I assist you?"

"There isn't much you can do without magic. I'll give you some of mine for safekeeping. When the time is right, you need to return it to me. Take me to the pond."

The moon lit our way across the back field and over to the edge of the woods, where a small pond rested under an eroded bank. A gnarled old oak tree sat on top of the bank, hunched over the pond like an ancient guardian. The moon and tree were reflected on the black mirror surface of the still water.

"Well, it's time for a very chilly swim," I announced and threw my cloak off.

"Are you serious?" Glen asked as he watched me untying the bodice of my dress.

"I have to remove the tragic remains of any human from the pond to break the demon's connection to it. It's going to be messy, and she will likely show up to defend her home. If I can hold her long enough, I can channel her powers away. She'll wither and die after that. The spell drains me too. I'll need you to revive me afterward," I explained as I pushed my dress off my shoulders and down my body so I could step out of it.

Glen immediately averted his gaze to avoid staring at my naked body in the moonlight.

"Miss Sprig, how am I supposed to revive you?" he gulped.

"Glen, look at me. I need your full attention."

He timidly looked at me in the moonlight, and the seduction spell took hold of him again. The more flesh I exposed to his eyes, the more irresistible the draw of the spell became. Sometimes, it was my favorite part of being a witch.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked as I reached up and gently squeezed my ample breasts.

They felt as nice as they looked. I squeezed the soft flesh and pinched my nipples for Glen's enjoyment. They were hard pebbles between my fingers thanks to the brisk night air. Then I ran my hands down my smooth stomach and over my thighs. His eyes followed my hands as I caressed my skin. I smiled as I slid my fingers through the little patch of dark hair on my mound until I found my clit. I shuddered with tingles as I massaged the little sensitive bulb, drawing my moisture out and exciting my magic. I stared at Glen's handsome face as I worked up a proper arousal. I was eager to get his breeches off his thighs so I could admire his cock in the moonlight. I wanted his cum in my mouth and dripping out of my cunt, but I had to wait. I would use his pleasure to restore my power after my encounter with the fledgling. Glen's eyes had gone sleepy with arousal as he watched me stir my magic.

"You're more than ready to take my energy now, Glen. Keep it safe for me," I whispered as I approached him and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck.

I pulled him forward and touched my lips to his. His lips parted for my kiss as magic flowed between us. He tasted and smelled wonderful. He brightened up as my power entered him, exciting his senses. To my surprise, his tongue slid into my mouth, and he kissed me back with growing passion. I'd never had a virgin respond to me like that before, and Glen was definitely a virgin. His pull on my magic was strong. It made me want to suck the life out of his cock. I quickly pulled away when his draw became too eager. I needed him aroused, not satisfied. My magic wouldn't cling to him if he wasn't aroused. We looked at each other in surprise for a moment. I was beginning to understand why supernatural creatures were attracted to his family. Something was different about them.

"Glen, whatever happens, don't approach the pond while I'm engaged with the fledgling. I need her attention on me. Keep my magic safe for me. You'll know when to use it," I whispered.

He nodded before I turned and waded into the pond. I gasped as the cold water shocked my skin. As my toes sank into the mud, I felt the draw of the negative energy pulsing like a heartbeat at the center of the pond. I took a deep breath and dived under. I swam down and began shoving handfuls of mud aside, searching for the energy source. Then my fingertips hit something hard. I dug around until I pulled a skull free of the muck. I had found the remains of Glen's mother. The negative pulse faded as I swam back to the surface and tossed the skull in the grass.

"What is that?" Glen called from behind a tree a good distance away from the pond.

"Part of what I was looking for. I have more to dig up," I called right before something seized my ankle and jerked me under.

The fledgling was awake, and she was pissed. I wanted to scream as sharp nails stabbed into my ankle and dragged me along the muddy pond bottom, but I needed to save my breath. I dragged my hands into the mud, slowing us down, then I kicked my foot free of the creature's grip. I was floating for a confused second, then a hand went around my throat as the face of a woman appeared close to mine through the murky water. Her hair was as black as her eyes against shockingly white skin. Her fangs were stained green as she shrieked at me. She was horrifyingly beautiful. Her touch made my skin crawl and tingle. I drew back and punched her right in the nose, causing her to recoil from me for a moment. I took the opportunity to kick her ribs right below her pale tits. The kick gave me a good push through the water towards the bank. I scrambled in that direction, landing another kick to her face as she tried to grab me again.

I scrambled out of the pond and onto the grass before she dived on top of me. She wrenched me onto my back and shrieked in my face, hitting me with foul breath and dark magic. Her slimy tits were pressed against mine as we slid and fought against each other. I could feel her magic invading my skin where she touched me. It was like a tranquilizer. Once I was weakened, she grabbed my hair and kissed me, attempting to steal more of my potent life energy through my breath. I knew she would drain my energy before she drained my blood.

Her seductive magic was similar to mine. I could feel it saturating my body and making me ache with arousal between my legs. I hated how much I had in common with the bloodsucking monster as I breathed her foul breath. My body felt hot and was getting eager as my heart pounded with excitement. That's when her hand went between my legs so she could bury her cold fingers deep in my vagina. I tensed and squirmed with tingles as she massaged her slippery digits inside me, provoking unnatural arousal all over my body.

I groaned and whimpered as she worked moisture out of me, coating her fingers and sliding them deeper. My will to fight was getting weak as she worked her claws deeper inside my swollen cunt while massaging my anus with her little finger. I gasped against her deadly kiss when she pushed a finger into my anus and began massaging both of my holes. I relaxed under her spell and enjoyed the pleasure between my legs. Even a fledgling succubus could overwhelm the flesh with erotic sensation. She massaged me until the heat and tingles were unbearable. Then an orgasm jolted my body, causing me to writhe and shake. I gasped against her kiss and almost choked on the dark energy that was pouring out of her mouth into mine.

My graceless plan was working. She would exhaust herself while attempting to subdue me like I was a normal human. Had she been a fully formed succubus, I would have been in serious trouble, but my power would outlast hers. As my hips bucked and my toes curled, I gripped the monster's hair and forced pure earth magic through her mind, thinning the concentration of dark magic inside her. She shrieked and convulsed as the opposing magic tore her mind apart, severing the demon's connection to our world. Her body shriveled and collapsed on top of me, and the battle was over. I soon realized I had become a pale spirit, standing beside my naked body by the pond. I wasn't dead, but I was close. My soul had lost its grip on my flesh as my magic escaped. I looked to the left to see Glen watching the horrible scene from behind a tree. He had to know it was time to use the magic I gave him.

"Gilda? Are you alright?" he called.

"No, dummy, I need you," I grumbled in my spirit form.

To my surprise, he flinched at my words. That wasn't normal. Glen was sensitive to supernatural powers, and he needed to get his cute ass over to my exhausted body and help me. He eventually took a shaky breath and approached me. As he touched the dead demon, he cringed in revulsion before he quickly shoved it off of me. It flopped onto the muddy grass like a rotten pumpkin.

"Gilda?" he whispered as he wiped the mud off my face.

I could feel his warm touch through the disconnect of my being. He was pulling me back, but it wasn't enough.

"What do I do?" he whispered as he held my face between his hands.

"Kiss me, Glen," I whispered close to his ear, stirring his hair with my ghostly breath.

He didn't hesitate. He held my neck and kissed me with just as much passion as he did before the fight. Power rushed into my body from his lips, snapping my spirit back where it belonged. I gasped and coughed, causing him to back away in shocked relief. I groaned and rubbed the pond water out of my eyes. I felt blurry, assuming that was a feeling. The fledgling had thoroughly drained me. It was abnormally strong. An ancient creature spawned it inside of Glen's mother. I still needed to pull the rest of her bones out of the mud to prevent negative energy from gathering in the pond again.

"Are you alright, Gilda?" Glen stammered as he helped me sit up.

"My head is spinning. That thing was powerful for a fledgling. We need to burn it, then I need to rest," I whispered as the world spun a little faster. A few seconds later, the night went completely black.

I awoke sometime later on a bed of hay. There was a wool blanket under me and one on top of me. I was dry and clean. My clothes were stacked in a neat pile to my right, and Glen was napping on a stack of hay across from me. We were in the small barn behind the cottage. An oil lamp was burning low in the middle of the floor, casting a warm glow over Glen's handsome face. I groaned as I pushed myself into a sitting position. I hurt all over. Glen stirred when he heard me. He sat up quickly and rushed to my side.

"Gilda, thank God, are you alright?" he whispered as he brushed my hair away from my eyes.