Archive of Our Own

"Liss, are... are we really doing this?"

I rolled my eyes. Holding herself over me, asking for at least the eighth time now if this was even real, was my best friend in the whole world, Rosa. Roz, for short. And next to me on the couch, nearly with her head in her hands, was Roz's wife, Aveline. Lyn, or Bell, to me, Avie to Roz.

She was also a ghost. Lyn, I mean.

Anyway, this whole stupid thing had been Roz's idea, originally. We'd been living together for more than half a decade now, after all, just three horny late-twenties lesbians travelling the country bothering ghosts. Roz made her living as a particularly niche but very successful influencer, making videos of her ghost hunting, and Lyn was her assistant, the only one of the duo who could actually talk to ghosts. I guest starred in a few of their videos as something like an expert opinion, and stuck around because they helped me find lots of clients for my real job, exorcisms. Sure, Roz and I'd dated once, and it had ended messy when I realized I was aro and cut things off, but things were different, now. We weren't stuck to each other like glue in some shitty little town, for one, and we both had our own shit going on. Roz had her wife, and I had an... arrangement of my own.

So one night, Roz got real drunk, and Lyn gave her a push to confess something they'd talked about, and out came the fact that Roz really missed fucking me. I'd have figured Lyn for the type to object, being a girl from the '30s and all, but apparently, not only was she fine sharing her toy, she wanted a piece of me too.

So, I did the responsible thing, and told them to try coming onto me again in the morning, when she was sober. I'm not dumb enough to take my drunk ex begging for sex at face value, after all, and... fuck, and I really didn't wanna hurt Roz again. Six months apart had sucked shit last time, and the guilt of it all had been even shittier. I wasn't gonna do that again. And, well, I'd figured that'd be the end of it, till the next morning, when Roz knocked on my door, and woke me up with a kiss.

I'd... kinda forgotten how smooth she could be, when she wasn't being a total dumbass.

The two of them had disappeared for the rest of the day, after that, and eventually, come back to our hotel room just before dusk, with some light booze, cheap snacks, and a bunch of new video games. She wanted to keep it casual, no romance, as far from what she and Lyn did on their dates as possible. Just a chill night in, like we'd had before we started dating, that ended in what I hoped promised to be some real weird sex. Always was, with ghosts.

So we had a few drinks, ate way too much junk, and played Smash for hours, like we were young again. Lyn turned out to be really damn good at it, actually, but I could still beat Roz nine times out of ten, and I guess frustration turned her on, cause eventually she got up the courage to kiss me on the cheek, and then on the lips, and then she climbed on top of me, and I'll be honest? Roz was still real fucking hot. Twenty-seven looked good on her. Better than it would have looked on me, anyway. Thank fuck I wasn't showing my age. Either way, Roz? Looking really good over me. I was excited to see what she was gonna do next.

Ask me eight times if we were really about to fuck wasn't the answer I wanted, but it sure was about what I expected. Never change, Roz.

"Yeah, Roz, we're really doing this. Unless you lost your nerve in the last—" I checked my phone "—six minutes?"

"Nah, I'm good, I just... wanna make sure you're okay with it, ya know? I mean, we used to date, and..."

"Roz. Girl. I've been lying here with my legs spread, pouting up at you, waiting for you to kiss me again. I am trying to make myself look as submissive and breedable as possible here, and I'm honestly running out of ideas."

I had more to say, but a pressure on my jaw prompted me to turn my head to the side, where I found ghostly lips waiting to take my first proper kiss of the night. Lyn... really shouldn't have been able to touch me like that. She was haunting Roz, not me. The best I could come up with—and I was a professional exorcist, this shit was literally my job—was that me constantly exposing myself to Roz had the same effect on Lyn and I that Roz constantly exposing herself to Lyn's old locket had had on them. If Roz was the target of her haunting, then people who stuck around got in tune with them. And since I was really sensitive to ghosts to begin with, it was probably a lot more noticeable in me.

That was a great explanation that was probably like, at least a little true, and let me pretend that Lyn wasn't also powerful enough to trash a hotel room by cumming, or possess someone totally dull to ghosts like Roz. 'Cause that part of her kinda scared me, on a like, instinctual level as an exorcist. Lyn was lovely, but ghosts that strong tended not to be.

Right, fuck, focus. Sex. Pretty girl sticking her tongue down my throat. Lyn was a really good kisser, too, and the touch of ghosts was always kind of... chilling, but in a way that I had to admit I kinda liked. Not to mention the fact that she didn't need to breathe, and I could breath right through her, so we could just lose ourselves in it completely.

Eventually, though, she pulled away, with an adorably playful expression on her face. "First time kissing a ghost? Rosa lost her mind the first time we did that. Of course, that could have been because I started riding her right after, too."

"Nah, not even close," I said with a shrug, "but come on, do it more. I swear I felt Roz twitch there."

"Wait, seriously Liss? When?"

"Ah... Right after you told me to fuck off, basically?"

I walked out of the coffeeshop into the cold winter morning, blinking away a couple tears and fiddling with the calendar app on my phone. Right, six months. Nine forty-two in the morning, June 26th. I could handle six months. As long as I got out of this window before Roz—Fuck, no, Rosa, before Rosa and Bell noticed I was standing out here, barely holding myself back from crying.

Alright, fuck, distractions. I didn't have a hotel booked, I'd expected to stay with... Rosa. I had a couple leads for work, and plenty of money to last if they didn't pan out. I should go find a place to stay at least...

I was halfway to the Afterlife before I realized it.

Not literally. The Afterlife was... sort of like a hookup bar, for sensitives like me, and ghosts that wanted to fuck us. There were an awful lot of gay spirits whos unfinished business came down to "fuck a girl" or "fuck a boy," so a dozen years back, a couple clever exorcists bought out a bar and opened up the Afterlife. It was generally a pretty safe place to go, if you wanted to fool around with ghosts. Most of the staff were trained exorcists, and the ghosts there were, by and large, friendly and actively looking to move on, so the odds of getting possessed or haunted were low, and someone would probably notice if you did. I wasn't exactly a regular, but, well...

I'd never taken Rosa there. It wasn't like she was sensitive, after all. Which was good, cause I wanted somewhere with no memories of her right now.

I barely bothered looking around the room, slumped onto the bar with a sigh, eventually looking up at a questioning huff from the woman running the thing. Amaranth, a dogfolk witch and a good friend of mine, actually. Maybe the night wouldn't be so bad.

"Don't wanna talk about it, just... yeah. Don't even wanna think about it." She gave me a good natured pat on the shoulder, and put a drink in front of me. I nursed it for a while, trying not to let my mind wander back to Rosa, but... "Actually, hey? You still got that special room in the back?"

That put a grin on her face. "Sure do. C'mon, I'll get ya set up."

"Sick." I downed my drink, hopped off my stool, and headed after her. The backrooms at the Afterlife weren't technically a service it offered. It definitely wasn't a brothel, it was very, very firmly a bar, just, well, a bar that happened to have several secluded rooms with beds in the back. The exorcists who ran the place couldn't exactly let all the ghosts that stayed there just leave to go home with people, after all, and the whole point was for people to hookup.

The special room, though, was a little... different. The bed there had handcuffs on the posts, for one thing, and on the shelves were a whole bunch of sex toys that some unsung genius had managed to enchant to be easier for ghosts to move around.

"You're into girls only, right? And any other rules?" Amaranth asked, scribbling on a chalkboard.

"Yeah. And yeah, ignore the junk. Not like it's good for much anyway."

I passed her by to slip into the room itself, and started the somewhat laborious process of removing both a corset and a pair of heavily buckled knee-highs. It wasn't a very sexy undressing, but it wasn't like anyone was watching, and I could hardly expect the ghosts to pull my clothes off. They could touch me, and I'd feel it for sure, but for most of them, putting any actual pressure into a touch, especially on a living being, was out of reach.

Eventually, I got the annoying bits of my outfit off, and tossed them into a drawer for safety. Shortly following came my skirt and tights, and then my panties, and I was naked. All four feet and eleven scrawny inches of me. A surprising amount of boob—I'd started Estrogen pretty much as young as possible, and my family tended to be pretty big—and a tiny cock that, thankfully, never got hard. A hell of a lot of makeup, piercings in my ears and my lips and my brows, and dye-black hair down to my ass.

And a whole lot of ink. Under my clothes, my body was covered in tattoos. Rituals, every single one, to enhance my ability to see spirits, strengthen my powers as a witch, and put up layers of wards around my mind. My last line of defense, in case I slipped up in front of a ghost and let them try and haunt me. The majority were magic circles, several concentric rings on my chest centered on my heart, on my legs and my shoulders and my arms and my hands, one nestled in my clavicle, on my back, on my belly. Bands upon bands of black ink, interspersed with sigils. In between, lines, twisting and splitting like veins, connecting them all together. The only place clear of tattoos was my face, and that was only because the tradition I followed favoured being able to hide our spellwork over extra defenses. Letting a ghost know exactly what ritual protections you had could be more dangerous than not having them at all.

I pulled up one of the cuffs near my foot and started testing the size. Afterlife sure hadn't skimped on these; they were the padded leather kind, soft on the inside, and clearly sturdy, but they were also a really long way from the set on the headboard. A few moments later, Amaranth came in, displaying the chalkboard. "Alice, Girls Only, Don't Touch the Dick." Next to it, she'd drawn a little picture of me scowling.

I rolled my eyes. "Sure, good enough. Help me out with this?"

Amaranth cocked an eyebrow as she looked at me, and then at the bed. "Let me adjust the other end first. Think you're a bit sh—I mean, the last person in here was probably super tall and needed them set really far apart." I flipped her off, in the way only friends could, and she laughed as she moved the cuffs further up the bed. "Try now?"

Better. I got the cuffs on my ankles set, then let Amaranth close the second pair around my wrists. "Alright, you're all set. Have fun girl. Mind if I come in myself once my shift's over?"

I gave her an appraising look. In contrast to my own tiny self, Amaranth was tall, curvy, and just absolutely gorgeous all around. Sleek black fur covered her body, growing longer the higher I looked until it burst out into a huge ruff around her neck. What could I say, I liked tall women! Like Amaranth, or Ro—"Nah, go for it," I said, cutting myself off before that thought could go anywhere.

"Thanks, Cutie. See you in a few hours, then."

She left, and the room, unfortunately, proved to be quite soundproof now that the door was closed. Damn it, I didn't want to be alone with my thoughts, I wanted to stop fucking thinking so much. I wanted to lie back, get fucked by some ghosts, let my jaw-droppingly beautiful friend sit on my face, and pass out from all the sex, not lie in bed thinking about... Rosa. Still couldn't get used to that. Would I ever? Did I want to? It was too late to regret anything now. She had a new girlfriend, and I knew I didn't want to be that for her again anyway, I just—

—The door didn't actually open, but a ghost did come drifting through, grinning down at what she found. "Damn. When they told me I could stay here, I didn't realize it'd be like this. Hey there, Beautiful." I felt my cheeks heating up, not used to the praise. Her voice was smooth, deep and a little breathy in a way that told me she'd probably been a singer or something in life. I barely had a second to take her in though, before she floated up onto the bed, lined herself up to give me a nice view beneath her skirt, and dropped her ethereal panties onto my tits.

Her thighs followed a second later, dropping weightlessly down to sit on my face, and letting out a very melodic moan as I started to lick. We weren't alone for long, either. The unreal thighs making my ears tingle did nothing to stop the sound of a shy voice coming through the door, "Um, hello? Amaranth said this was the room... I mean... Oh! O-oh..."

"Come on in, Darling!" The woman riding my tongue said, a little overdramatically. "Pick a toy, or just climb on somewhere and have some fun."

"I-I-I guess I will then," came the reply, drifting over towards the shelf of toys. It was hard to see one ghost through another, but I could definitely see one of the more impressive silicon cocks on the shelf suddenly float into the air, dip into the nearby bucket of lube—Easier for ghosts to use, I guessed—and start hovering around waist height as the straps at its base were adjusted. No surprises there. The shy ones were always the real kinksters.

Apparently another ghost decided to come in without a word, because suddenly my hand went tingly. I looked over, and could just make out a woman sucking on my fingers. Soon, she had them satisfactorily coated with ectoplasm, and moved to guiding them to wrap around her cock instead, a breathy "oh, fuck" sounding as she took her first thrust.

Speaking of first thrusts, there was a massive dildo prodding at my hole, spreading its wetness onto me and making the chill in the room even more noticeable. If it'd been anyone else in here, I'd almost have said the shy girl was being a little... overeager, maybe had a few weird ideas about size from watching a lot of porn, but I knew I could handle it. I'd taken Roz before, after all, and she was a monster—

—Fuck.

Well, that hurt. Worse, apparently my sudden pang of... guilt? Loneliness? Whatever, was actually noticeable, because the girl on my face pulled away and leaned down. "Darling? What's the matter? You were so eager a moment ago, but now I can practically feel the sadness coming off you."

Shit, shit, I didn't want to talk about it, I just... I just wanted... "Darling, you're crying." Fuck, really? "It's okay Dear, talk to us. What's wrong, do you need us to stop?"

All three had slowed to a halt, leaving me with a cock in one hand, a massive dildo poised to split my ass in half, bawling my eyes out to a trio of ghosts like it was my first fucking day as an Exorcist. I was supposed to be able to handle my emotions, half my job was suppressing my feelings so I could safely interact with hauntings, and here I was, losing my shit in the most ghost infested part of the city.

"Darling, if you don't tell me what's wrong, I'm going to get Amaranth to come let you out."

No, dammit, I didn't want that, I wanted... I... "Fuck. I hurt my best friend today." I sank into the sheets, my body limp. "I thought I was saving her, but the way I decided to make sure was to be really, really mean to her. I fucked up, I know I did, I knew before I even did it that it was cruel, but... fuck, I was so worried about her. I was terrified she was gonna be taken away before I could help her. And now... she told me to leave her alone for six months, and she's with this ghost that... seems nice and safe, but probably fucking hates me, and what if... what if she gets possessed and I never see her again? What if I fucked up saving her—when she didn't even need it—so bad it means I lose her?"

She didn't respond, beyond a soft "Darling," but she did slide a little ways down my body and nestle her neck into my face. A moment later, I felt my sides go chill as well as the other two ghosts curled up on the bed with me. And then another ghost came in, saw us, and climbed in as well, and before long I was in the middle of an absolute pile of mostly naked ghost girls, staining the sheets with tears and ectoplasm.

I cried till my eyes dried out, and then I guess I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew the door was opening, and in walked Amaranth. "So... what happened back here? You good under there?"

I curled my fingers into a thumbs up, still too tied up to really move, and she shrugged. "Still taking customers, or do you want me to let you out, now?"

I laughed, feeling a little bit lighter, and a whole lot hornier thanks to all the women curled up on me. "Well, it'd be a real shame not to give these girls what they came here for."

The ghost at the bottom of the pile with me giggled, grinding her hips down and smearing her lips over my belly.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. Amaranth tossed her clothes off and waded into the pile with me. The shy ghost took first dibs on my ass, and I spent a good hour watching the ghost who'd consoled me make out with Amaranth while they took turns riding my face. Just about every inch of my skin had an ethereal cunt or cock rubbed over it. I think at one point some older, motherly looking ghost had me sucking ectoplasm from her tits, while another pair fucked my hands and came all over my face.

The last thing before I fell asleep, though, I remembered clearly. Finally freed from my bonds, my friend wrapped around my body, with still a surprisingly high number of ghosts on me, I checked my phone. Five months, twenty nine days, five hours, and eleven minutes until I could go and properly apologize to Rosa and Aveline. It wasn't really that long, all things considered. And... she'd be fine. Bell may not have liked me, but she definitely liked Rosa, and Rosa wouldn't leave without telling me.

Amaranth groaned in her sleep, pulling me further into her arms and making me drop the phone off the bed. Somehow, without any worries left, I fell asleep.

"Now will you please fuck me already?" Explaining all that had taken way, way longer than I'd wanted to spend in such a compromising position, not even getting fucked for it.

Roz just rolled her eyes, and finally, fucking finally, leaned in to kiss me again. And just like old times, we practically melted into each other, our tongues dancing and our arms wrapping around each other. Roz even started rolling her hips, grinding the bulge in her jeans against me, and even through the fabric, the pressure on my cunt was driving me wild.

"Start taking her clothes off, Rosa. Slowly." I heard Lyn whisper from above me, where she'd apparently taken a seat on the arm of the couch. I'd seen Lyn use her power over Roz a hundred times before, of course, but never got to feel quite this up close the way she jolted as her wife's words settled into her, the way her body moved with more purpose, more meaning, more... weight. Like serving her girl was the goal in itself, and the action was just the means to achieve it.

But hey, was I really gonna think about that when Roz was unlacing my top, trailing her fingers down my collarbone and my breast and my nipple as she revealed one after another? Not a chance. Roz was big, well over six feet tall in contrast to my own not-even-five, and I savoured the way she caged me in with her body, one hand pressing into the couch next to my head while the other slipped into my open shirt. Said hand found its way beneath me, pulled me up into her, chest to chest, and let Lyn—who really, really shouldn't have been able to touch my clothes, what the fuck?—slide my shirt down my arms and off my body without breaking the kiss once.

"Now, take her pants off. Nice and slow, Rosa, there's a good girl." She grinned down at me, "And what about you, Alice. You want to be my good girl too? Or would you rather I make Rosa both of ours?"

"I, hah... Right now I just wanna get fucked, Lyn," I whispered back, starting to get into it as I felt Roz curiously pawing at my groin. "Lets... make her be good for us both, first. After that... I guess we'll see."

She smiled, shockingly predatory on the usually sweet, innocent looking Lyn. I'd always known she was horny as all hell in the bedroom, and I knew she had to be a little kinky, considering she had her wife possessed and treated her like a pet half the time, but it was still new seeing this side of her. I couldn't say she was totally my type, but seeing her look down on me like that was still... really hot...

"Hey, Liss?" Eh? Oh right, Roz was taking my pants off, "Where's your... when'd you get bottom surgery?"

I... what? Oh, the last time Rosa had been in my pants I still had a dick.

I looked down at her, rolling my eyes. "Oh, right." I guess I'd never explicitly told her, but I thought she'd figured it out. "While we weren't talking."

"I... well shit, congrats. Looks real cute." She leaned in to plant a kiss on the tip of my clit, slowly starting to drag her tongue over my hole.

"Mmm, thanks, but... Roz, you didn't realize? I told you I had a kid, how the fuck did you think that happened—"

"—You what?"

"I... definitely told you about Lacri—"

"—No the fuck you didn't?" I looked up to Lyn, who shook her head.

"... Fuck."

I was never getting laid, was I?

I checked, double checked, and triple checked the summoning circle I'd drawn against the grimoire I was following, nodding to myself when I was sure it was correct. You could never be too careful with these things, after all. Tons of things could go wrong, even with a simple spell, and this one was far from simple.

All things considered, life was pretty alright. Rosa's first video after we split was a shock, but I pretty quickly realized they were just playing the possession thing for content. Three months or so had passed since, and I'd finally stopped checking my alarm constantly. I'd made some new friends, handled some fairly big hauntings that had lined my pockets and made me feel good about myself, and I was having more sex than ever.

There was only one thing bothering me, aside from just missing Rosa. My dick. I'd always had pretty serious dysphoria, and sure, people were generally good about ignoring it, but I'd been wanting surgery for a long, long time, and now that I was having a bunch of sex, I was getting real impatient.

Then, I remembered that I'm an incredibly powerful witch. Shapeshifting wasn't something I could do, but I knew who could.

I was going to sell my soul. For pussy. Specifically, my own.

Look, ordinarily, I'd call myself horny and desperate and leave it at that, but... well, most witches sold their souls eventually, usually for more power. I'd just never found a reason to. I was already very, very strong, magically speaking. I'd certainly never run up against something I couldn't handle. I was, despite what had happened a few months earlier, quite good at protecting myself from hauntings, and the spells I'd adorned my body with were powerful rituals, done by some very trusted friends and my family.

I always figured, eventually, I'd find a reason to sell my soul. And then it just... never happened. Sure, I was only twenty-two, but... I dunno. This felt worth it to me. More than power or whatever did.

So, here I was. Satisfied the circle was correct, I stepped back to a safe distance, and gave the grimoire another look. I'd decided to call a Lust demon, for obvious reasons, and the last thing I needed was an offering appropriate to the one I wanted to contact. Well, if I already had a cunt, I'd have just dripped into the circle but... well, I couldn't exactly cum much. Thankfully, a friend I'd told about my plan had been willing enough to give me some of theirs. I just hoped the succubus wouldn't mind me using someone else's seed as an offering.

"Oh, very good choice, Alice." I heard the voice the moment the drops hit the circle. Guess that was fine, then. "We all figured you'd be by to sell us your soul eventually, but I'd never imagined you'd bring it to me." I... suppose that made sense. Both demons knowing about a young witch who hadn't sold her soul yet, and that they probably wouldn't expect me to finally do it for something like this. Lust demons didn't exactly have the kind of power most witches were after, unless they wanted to go all in on the fairly niche sexy side of witchcraft.

"Now, be a good girl and step into the circle. Come down to my office, and lets talk, shall we?"

I sighed, tracing one of the tattoos on my arm with a nail, a small personal ritual to calm myself down. This was exactly what I wanted. I knew how to do this properly. I just had to go in there, make my request, carefully read whatever she put in front of me, and sign when I was sure everything was correct.

I stepped forward.

I blinked, and I was in a completely different location. Appropriately to a Lust demon, I supposed, her "office" looked more like a lounge. And sprawled across a chaise, looking half asleep, cherry skin beautifully adorned with jewelry and little else, was a beautiful, tall, well muscled woman. The air thrummed with power, rolling off her in waves.

"So, this is what you like, is it? Interesting, Little Witch." Her hand trailed along her side, and I swallowed thickly, my eyes dragged along with it down, past her abs and over a terrifyingly thick cock, already twitching and half hard, before, with a shake of my head, I forced my attention back to her face. It wasn't much better, she had stunningly sharp eyes, black on black, and gorgeously thick purple hair, but at least that I could manage. Losing myself in lusting over her wouldn't serve me here. I wouldn't let her take advantage of me.

"So, Alice. Call me Lady Aria," Her voice was slow, husky, and just a little bored, the kind of voice I really wanted to hear mumbling pillow talk for hours, "and I must say, you're a very welcome sight here. So, what brings a young witch to my doorstep, of all places. Looking for... beauty so great no man or woman could resist you, maybe? Some forbidden rituals, perhaps? A spell to win the heart of that ghost hunter friend of yours?"

Well, she'd hardly be a demon if she didn't try to tempt me, but, "No. Nothing as magical as all that." I put on an easy smile. It was important to stay confident here, even if I wasn't totally feeling it. "I'm plenty powerful without all that, and I was the one who gave up that ghost hunter. What I want, Lady Aria, is a cunt."

She blinked, actually looking stunned. Good, my request had thrown her off. That might make this easier. "A... cunt?"

"Yes. A vagina. A natural one, in place of my... my dick. Complete with a womb and everything, of course."

"Of course..." she trailed off.

I was getting a little anxious, actually. She was a lot more thrown off than I'd expected. "In exchange for my soul, of course. I haven't found anything else worth selling it for. If you don't take it now, I might never do it."

"Sure, sure..." She sounded strangely thoughtful. "Alice, Dear? I have a counter offer for you. If you refuse, then I'm happy to grant your request and claim your soul in exchange for a perfectly natural vagina."

I squinted. I'd never heard of a demon making a counter offer like this. It could easily be some sort of trick. "I'll hear you out, Lady Aria."

"Keep your soul. A witch as strong as you... I'll give you the body you want, let you keep your soul, and even throw in a few... fringe benefits, if," she licked her lips sensually, "you let me use that womb after I grant it."

"Use..."

"Have a daughter with me, Alice. Just one."

Ah, there was the trick. "No. Not a chance." Her face fell. "How many sons did you think you could get out of me with that trick?"

She sighed, waving a hand through the air, and a stack of papers appeared before her. "None, little witch, but very observant, well done. That's the worst part of being a demon, you know. No one trusts you." She pulled a feather pen out of thin air, and began to write. "A single half-demon child—who will be a daughter, but that doesn't need to go in the contract—with a witch as powerful as yourself, right now, is worth far more to me than your soul in several decades. Demons are creatures of story. A daughter, born from the demonically granted womb of a powerful witch... a witch powerful and clever enough to walk out of a meeting with a Princess of Hell with her soul, no less..."

Princess, huh? That was news to me. I nodded slowly. "Alright, I see what you mean. Lets talk then, I have some stipulations."

"Of course Dear, of course. Come, sit. Do you want partial custody?"

"Nah. I travel way too much to give her a stable anything. But I do wanna get to know her. Be able to visit sometimes, that kinda thing."

"Sure, dear. And I think you should train her in witchcraft. 'Taught everything that selfsame witch knows,' adds a lovely touch, I think. I'll teach her demon magic myself."

Now that we were talking more casually, and this close up, the heat from her body and the deep rumble of her voice was getting hard to ignore. "R-right. Of course. Y-you mentioned some fringe benefits for me too? What's that about?"

Aria laughed, a deep chuckle, running a finger down my spine, "This isn't foreplay, little witch. We're negotiating a contract."

"It's better than foreplay."

"Now, can we please get to fucking already?"

Roz just blinked at me. "Not before you tell us the best part, Liss."

Fuck you, Roz. "Fine. Roll over, my back's killing me, you get to be on the bottom for a bit."

I learned a lot over the course of that negotiation. Firstly, that while demons were definitely self-interested, given to tricks, and by a lot of the usual measures "evil," they were also surprisingly straightforward, once you got them talking. Aria wanted a daughter, and for her kind, a meaningful story around their birth meant more to their future power and success than almost anything else. As such, interesting people were considered ideal partners for prospective demon parents. Seventh sons of seventh sons, people who could be argued never to have been "born," a witch willing to implant herself with demonic organs. Anything that could be described appropriately mythically. Aria herself, it turned out, was a Princess only in the loosest sense, as a long ago ancestor of hers had seduced a king, and somehow gotten their demonic bastard legitimized. Still, just a drop of legitimate royal blood meant something, an extra footnote in the story that gave her her power.

Demons were also, of course, quite generous. This made sense, really, they were dealing for something they wanted, with the kind of boons they could hand out like candy. They could afford to offer wildly valuable things if it convinced their negotiating partner to accept a deal.

Eventually, we had a contract spanning several dozen pages, laying out every possible detail either of us could think of. By that point, I'd spent several hours nearly in her lap, almost cuddling as we negotiated the ins and outs of something that still sounded a little bit fake to me. I was going to be a mother, something I'd never expected—or particularly wanted—but now had to admit had it's appeal. A daughter I could pass my talents on to, one who'd probably surpass me someday. "How long do demon pregnancies usually take, anyway?"

"That depends on the demon. For a Lust demon like myself, though, not long at all. A month or two. And you'll be put up here during the pregnancy, of course. Just let me take care of everything."

"Sure. Appreciate it." I finished my last read over of the contract, picked up a pen, and signed my name beneath hers. "So... now what?"

"Now," she dropped into a seductive whisper, "you let down those wards you've got drawn all over yourself, and let me work."

I swallowed. I'd suspected this was coming, but... there was a big difference between something simple like taking my clothes off, and letting my wards drop in front of someone at least as magically potent as myself. I'd trained since birth to keep those defenses up nigh constantly. I'd never taken them down for a partner before this. Not even Rosa, though it wasn't like it would have mattered with her. It felt... wrong. More naked than naked. Something even exorcists in love would never trust each other with.

On the other hand, we had a contract. Everything that was going to happen was, ultimately, controlled, something I'd chosen. I wanted to submit to her, wanted her to help me, and to do that, she needed my walls down. Needed me to be vulnerable with her. "Okay, I..." deep breath, "I trust you, Aria. They're down."

I could tell, too. I suddenly felt tiny, the space itself felt oppressively strong, and Aria next to me was overwhelmingly powerful. I'd noticed her power through my wards, of course, but now that I'd let all my mental walls fall, and cut off the constant thrum of power to all the lines of ink criss-crossing my skin, I had no choice but to feel it all directly. "At least as potent as myself" was a hilarious understatement. I rarely found humanoid witches or ghosts stronger than myself. The first demon I met made me feel like an insect claiming to be equals to a dragon, because both of them could fly.

Slowly, giving me plenty of time to squirm away, Aria's arms closed around me, and she rolled over onto her back. Seeing myself laid out atop her, I realized she was easily ten feet tall, at least double my height if not more. She undressed me a piece at a time, flinging my clothes off to some unseen corner of the room, before her legs circled themselves around mine, pulled them to the sides, and one of her arms wrapped itself around my torso, pinning my arms. "Can't have you squirming while I work, Little Witch. Take a deep breath, let my power in, and prepare yourself."

A moment later, I felt the first touch of her fingers between my legs. I'd expected some sort of spell, a rush of magic that would tear through me and reshape my body to her whims, but I very quickly realized she had something much more personal in mind. With two fingers, she stroked the skin just beneath my tiny length, and I shuddered as I realized I could feel her fingers pressing not just against but into me. I watched in awe as with each stroke, her fingers disappeared a little deeper into my groin. Before I knew it, she was sinking in to her first knuckle.

Better still, as she slowly reshaped my body under her gentle touch, I could see my cock shrinking, being molded out into the flesh of my new cunt. Her fingers stroked, pinched out a pair of lips on either side of the depression she'd made, flattened out most of the length of my member and pressed the head down into a little pocket at the top.

Soon enough, she paused, pulling a mirror out of the air and showing me my own reflection. "We're far from done, but here's the outside. Satisfied? Any requests?"

Honestly, I was about to cry just looking at it. Here I was, the most vulnerable I'd ever been, while this beautiful woman gave me everything I'd ever wanted, and she was even taking the time to ask if I was satisfied. "It's perfect... No, wait, make the clit a little bigger. And the lips, too. Like... puffier?"

She laughed, deep in her chest, rumbling through my body, and started on the requested changes. We went back and forth a few times, making small perfectionist adjustments, driving my crazy with how long her fingers spent caressing my brand new clit. It was all too much, too new and too strong, too much of her holding me still, her power all around me, and before long I was gasping under her touch. "Fuck, fuck, L-Lady Aria, can we... hah, take a quick break? I really need to cum."

"Oh, of course, Little Witch." The arm around my torso pulled me up her chest, until my face aligned with hers, my ear practically in my mouth and my torso caught in the valley of her chest. "Cum for me Alice. Whenever you're ready, as much as you need."

I did, as soon as the words left her mouth. My body felt like it was on fire, a fire that started in my clit and rapidly spread through my veins to the very tips of my fingers and toes. "You don't need to ask next time. At worst, I'll make a little mistake, and we'll just be here even longer while I fix it. Although, I do believe it's time..."

My body fell limp as she pressed a finger to the very center of what she'd done, and I felt her slide deeper inside me. Slowly, incrementally, she hollowed me out, until a second finger could join the first, and then a third. She felt absolutely massive inside of me. "Your body will shrink things back down a bit after we're done, but you'll always be able to take a lot more than any human woman is going to give you. After all, you're getting molded on this."

My senses came back to me as she pulled out, but a moment later she was lining the bright red tip of her cock with my new entrance, and my eyes went wide. I'd taken some serious toys, but her cock must have been nearing a quarter of my overall height. "That's... not gonna fit, Aria. Like, at all. You're gonna be hitting my lungs."

That laugh again, reverberating through my chest, strangely comforting. "You'll be fine. So long as you're letting my magic in, your body will survive just about any reshaping we do. And after I'm done, as long as you leave those walls down and stay here for a time, you'll find your way back to a normal, if rather... impressive arrangement soon enough." Her hand drifts up my body and into my hair, petting soothingly at my scalp. "Besides which, if you want a womb to go with this, the best way for me to shape it is to give you a belly full of demonic cum for your body to build around."

Explanation given, she waited, cock twitching with barely constrained need as the head poked at my entrance, waiting for my consent to proceed. For a demon, she was proving to be a shockingly gentle lover. Eventually, after a few deep breaths, I nodded, with a soft chuckle. "I'm ready. Rearrange my guts, Aria."

I'd expected a hard thrust, but she took her time, letting me acclimate to her size as her cock claimed me a little at a time. I watched with glee as, for the first time, a real—if impossibly large and bright red—cock slipped between the lips of my cunt. I could feel when it reached the end of the tunnel she'd made before, not even half way down its length, and began to slowly mold my body, slipping deeper inside.

I could swear she really did hit my lungs before she bottomed out, somewhere so deep inside me I couldn't wrap my head around it. The only measure I had to go by was a slight bulging of my belly, but it was difficult to tell where it really, truly ended. What I knew, though, was that just keeping her inside of me had my mind fraying at the seams, riding right on the edge of an orgasm before we'd done anything at all. Fuck, there was a cock in my cunt. There was a cock inside me, the walls of my pussy fluttering around it as it spread me wide. I felt a little tear drip down my cheek. I had a cunt, and it wasn't just a dream, and in a moment, hopefully, this incredible monster of a woman was going to properly test it out.

"Now, for this last part, I'm going to need some help from you, Little Witch. I need to make sure you can feel and control yourself all through that tight little pussy we've made you, and," she leaned in to whisper into my ear, "I need you to make me cum. Do you think you can do that for me?"

"Buh? Ffffuck, uh, y-y-yeah." I did my best to squeeze my "tight little pussy" down on her, flexing muscles I was sure I hadn't had an hour ago, and heard an immensely satisfying moan from behind me.

"Good." At some point, her voice, once so tired sounding, had brightened up, like she'd finally found something worth waking up for. "Then it's finally time. Ready for me to make you a mommy, Alice?"

I nodded my assent, barely able to form words. With a quick roll of her hips, Aria drew herself free of me, paused long enough to bite down on my ear, and slammed her cock into me.

I came on the spot, spasming around her cock as she claimed me, still putting up almost no resistance as she went straight into a second thrust, followed by a third, a fourth, a fifth. I realized as I came down that my face was wet, tears of joy streaming down my cheeks. I was finally being fucked the way I'd always wanted, claimed, my cunt used as a cocksleeve for this powerful, beautiful woman that I'd chosen to put my trust in. Her magic was choking me, settled all over my skin like a weighted blanket, pressing my back against her, into her, and she'd taken me, molded me into everything I wanted to be, and soon I was going to be swelling up with her child, in my very own womb!

The world lurched as Aria leapt into motion, a sudden shift faster than any movement I'd ever seen from her. For a brief, terrible moment, I was empty, then my back hit the chaise, her body looming over me, and she filled me again. From here, she could look down into my eyes, lick the tears from my cheek, moaning as she did. "You look beautiful Alice, crying under me. I can taste just how happy you are."

I could barely respond, my cheeks burning, her power all around me, so instead I simply threw my arms around her neck and pulled her down into a kiss. "Fuck me," was all I could manage to moan out, again and again and again, like a prayer to her to never, ever stop.

Eventually though, I felt something even greater approaching. Aria's thrusts grew unsteady, jerky, a quick start-stop that I recognized immediately. "Please, please, fuck, Lady Aria, yes! Give me your cum, please, I need it, I, hah, fuck... fuck, knock me up, please!"

Somewhere deep inside me, that my body suddenly knew was my womb, I felt a gush of warmth flood into me, and with a shriek, I came again. Somehow, I didn't spill a single drop of her seed, instead trapping that warmth in my gut. It felt... fizzy, clearly, blatantly magical, and I could almost trace the path it took as it slowly hollowed out the space it needed inside me to take root and grow. Already, my belly had started to swell, taught around my demonic lover's copious sperm.

"You... should be way deeper than that?"

"Don't think about it too much, Dear. There's a lot of magic in you right now. Let it work."

"R-Right. Fuck."

She scooped me up in her arms, carrying me out of her lounge-office and into an adjacent room with a bed. Without once pulling me off her cock, she pulled us both under the covers, and wrapped her arms around me.

I sank into her embrace. My face still wet with tears, my body damp with sweat. "Can... I come back? Not just to see her, but..."

"To see me?"

I could just hear the shit eating grin. "...Yeah. I'm not interested in dating or anything, but..." Her magic, around me, on me, in me, felt more intimate somehow than anything I'd ever found with another human. Even if I let my wards down for another witch, I knew another humanoid would never be able to flood my senses, fill me with their magic, and bring us together quite like this.

"Visit anytime you like. We're going to have a child together, I hardly think casual sex complicates our relationship too much."

"Thanks."

We lapsed into silence for a long, long time, until, "Did you think of a name yet?"

I blinked. She was asking me? "I... How the fuck would I have... You know whatever I pick is going to be some goth bullshit, right?"

"Of course, Little Witch."

"... Lacrimosa."

"It's beautiful."

"Did you ever go back for more?" Lyn, from above me.

"... Yeah. Pretty regularly, actually. That's where I disappear to on the weekends." I smiled fondly. We'd turned out pretty compatible. She didn't want romance any more than I did, but what we had could hardly be called casual anymore. I lived with her and our daughter practically every weekend. Whatever it was, we both liked it. "Lacri's five now. I was thinking of asking you two if she could come up and travel with us in a couple more years."

"That sounds delightful!" I was honestly kicking myself for just forgetting to tell them. Lyn and Lacri were going to get along great.

"Hehehe." Oh no. Roz was grinning up at me, with that look that I knew meant she was about to verbalize some staggeringly dumb thought.

"What, Roz?"

"... You're a milf, Liss," she exploded into laughter, wrapping her arms around me. "I get to fuck a hot mom."

"Oh my god I hate you. Yes Roz, you get to fuck a hot mom. Do it already."

And finally, blessedly, she did, lifting me up by my ass and lining me up with her cock. As Aria had promised, my cunt had eventually found its way to a relatively natural size, though I could still take an incredible amount of cock, even without magical assistance. I had a collection of monstrously large—and monstrously shaped—toys back in my room for nights when a quick ritual and a visit to Hell wasn't in the cards.

Roz measured up, though. Maybe it was because it was her, maybe it was because I hadn't had her in ages, and had never tried her in my new hole, but I could have sworn she was bigger than ever. Her first jerk of her hips nearly bounced me out of her lap, and she quickly set a rapid pace of thrusting up into me.

"Keep that up, Rosa, just like that. I want to have a little talk with Alice, okay?"

It was subtle, but the difference in Roz's thrusts was noticeable as Lyn took over her mind. More consistent, maybe even robotic, like she was being puppeteered by someone far more precise than she was. In a sense, I suppose, she was.

Lyn's idea of a "talk" turned out to be climbing onto her wife's face, ordering Roz to start eating her out, and then dragging me into a rough makeout that would likely have left bruises if the other girl was corporeal at all. By now, cock stirring up my insides, ghostly tongue down my throat, I could barely think of how powerful Bell really was. I just moaned hungrily into the kiss, and bounced myself in Roz's lap as fast as I could manage.

"You know," Lyn was mumbling into my mouth, "Rosa likes when you—"

"—grab the back of her neck, right?" We smiled at each other. Of course we both knew Roz's ticks backwards and forwards. I reached between Lyn's legs, letting my fingers linger on her thigh, before slipping them behind Roz and digging my nails into the scruff of her neck

Sub that she was, Roz barely lasted another few seconds after that, and I got my first release of the night soon after, nearly crushing Roz's member between my walls. The by now familiar gush of cum in my womb, and the fact that it was my best friend doing it, pushed me through a string of orgasms that left me panting on her chest. "Fuck... You're still real good, Roz."

"You too, Liss. Better than ever, honestly. I missed this."

"Mmm, same. Let's... not make this a one time thing."

I nearly drifted off, when Bell's voice in my ear dragged me back to wakefulness. "My turn, Alice. Didn't you say we'd talk about you being my good girl?" She giggled softly, turning to gaze lovingly down at her wife. "Let me in, Rosa."

I watched, fascinated, as Lyn pressed a finger into Roz's forehead, and a moment later, she was gone. Roz, however, was looking at me with a new hunger, a sort of dominant grin I'd never seen on her face before.

I laughed, already knowing exactly where this was going. I knew exactly what I was looking at too, Lyn's expression on Roz's face. "She ever tell you we tried this, once? Like, having her top? She could barely touch me without asking if I was okay with it." I laughed again, the memory a fond one.

"I heard, yes. So, Alice, tell me straight. Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

"Oh, fuck yes I am."

Lyn scooped me up into her arms, all of Roz's usually gentle strength suddenly in the hands of a girl with no qualms about tossing me over the back of the couch, spanking my ass, and forcing her cock between the lips of my pussy once again. Her hands quickly gathered up my hair, using it as a handhold to pull me back into her, hammering her hips into mine.

"Go on, Alice. Let's hear it. Say you'll be my good girl."

"Fuck, h-harder Bell. I'll be good, I'm, fuck, I'm your good girl, I'll be your good girl any fucking time you like, just please don't fucking stop."

"You're both so horribly vulgar," she said, the affection in her voice completely betraying any effect the words might have had. "Whereas, when I swear, I want it to have some effect." With a grunt of effort, she pulled me upright into her chest, drew her tongue up my neck to the shell of my ear, and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you until you break, Alice." Her teeth sank into my shoulder, and with a growl, she flooded my womb with cum again.

True to her word, Bell kept going until Roz and I were both gasping for breath. She dragged me to the bed after that first orgasm, sucked my tits until I started lactating again for her, and drank until I finally had to shove her off my poor, overstimulated nipples. She found my store of toys, set Roz to fucking me like a piston, and used her weird, impossible poltergeist powers to stuff me in all my holes at once. She used my friend's body to hold me face down in her cunt, and didn't let me up until my face was dripping with ectoplasm.

I realized quickly that Lyn didn't really have to "feel" Roz's exhaustion, so rather than stop, she simply kept going, pushing both of our bodies through a string of orgasms one after another, only stopping when we were both left begging for her mercy. I also realized that she'd quite a few trigger phrases in Roz's mind, including one to simply white out her wife's mind with pleasure, so she had me pinned to the bed, ordered Roz to fuck me, and said, again and again, "I want you, Rosa."

In the end, I found myself slumped over Roz's tits, Lyn next to me. We were both so small and light that we could practically share her chest. I'd nearly drifted off when Roz jolted awake beneath me, and shook my shoulder to get my attention.

"Fuck, yeah? What's up?"

"Liss, I didn't even think, should we have used a condom? I mean, you've got a pussy now, like... are you gonna get pregnant?"

Oh Roz. "Yeah, probably. 'Grats, Roz, you get to be a milf too." I grinned up at her, giving her a shove as I saw her take that in. "Come on, dumbass, I'm kidding. You can't knock me up, trust me."

"Thank fuck," She finally let out a breath, wrapping an arm around me. "So, you're on the pill then?"

"Uh... you know, something like that?"

"... Do I even want to ask?"

Ugh. It'd be faster to explain. "Just watch." I rolled over, running a hand over the bottom of my belly. With an effect I could only describe as "like rubbing velvet the wrong way," the godforsaken fucking pink womb tattoo Aria had left on me came into view. She'd decided on the ink colour, and the ridiculous heart pattern. I'd negotiated for making it possible to hide, since it completely ruined my aesthetic. "My 'Demonic Patron' has an exclusive claim on my womb. And before you get any dumb ideas in your head, I told her to do that. One of the fringe benefits I mentioned. She's the only one who can get me pregnant, and she has to choose to do that, so unless we decide to have another kid, I can do whatever I want. Oh, and I can't get sick or anything, either."

"What the fuck..." Roz trailed off. Really, girl? Your wife can step into your body, but my magic contraceptive womb tattoo blows your mind? "Wait, so are those fringe benefits why you look like you haven't aged since like, twenty-two?"

"Go to bed, Roz."

"And, and is that why—"

"Good night, Roz!"