Warlock

Book 3: Straight A's

 

by John Rookwood

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2022 by John Rookwood

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Chapter One

 

It all started with some gobbledygook.

At least that's what the formula looked like to everyone else. Under the influence of my understanding potion however, the words were clear and easy to decipher.

"Yep, it's a spell book alright." I told Eden. "One on summoning and conjuration with a few interesting recipes as well."

"I knew it!" she exclaimed. "When I saw it at the flea market I knew it was for real."

"It is," I said, "not that we can use it."

"Not yet," she grinned, "but we'll all graduate soon and then we can do whatever we want."

She was right. I'd nearly gotten expelled when professor Truevine found out I had made a new wand when she confiscated mine, but when she realized I had upgraded by three steps she was suddenly a lot less overbearing. She had called in Claire Bailey to examine it and they sent me out of her office to discuss what she saw. As head of the divination class, I'm pretty sure Claire was able to tell I had formed a coven with six of the third year students and with access to their power in addition to my own, I was at least a match for Truevine. Truevine was torn between expelling, or possibly killing me and letting me continue to study at the under-college. In the end she relented, possibly because harming or expelling me would cost her six other promising students. The class of third year students had been barely over two dozen so it would have been a huge blow if my coven left.

As expected, all of my girls moved up to year four with me after the final exams, not everyone in the class did, however. Fourth year had a class size of fifteen, including me. Sadly Barbara and her 'A-Team' of three minions made the cut so between her would-be coven and my actual one, there were only a few unaffiliated girls in the last year. Barbara spent a lot of her spare time lobbying the coven-less witches to join her so she wouldn't have to cut one of her toadies and end up with a less powerful group. Ideally she wanted three more girls to join her but it looked unlikely so she'd probably have to settle for just one. Three witch covens were common, fives were better but less common, seven was powerful but rare and the nine witch coven that ran the under-college was almost unheard of.

The six witches who were with my group all lived on the fourth year's floor now and had single occupancy dorm rooms, but at any given time about half of them were in my dorm apartment. Everyone in the school knew something was up, but most believed that I had used magic to make them my harem. They weren't completely wrong but the faculty never confirmed that we were a coven since it would probably start a rash of them forming. The official line was that my friendships were my business and the girls were using my potions to make themselves more attractive. They also claimed that I was tutoring the girls. It helped cover the sudden improvements in all the girls abilities and wasn't totally untrue. We all knew the faculty just wanted to graduate us and hope we went to the east coast or another country to do our thing. After the confrontation with Truevine, and my power upgrade that resulted from it, they were worried that if I wanted to challenge them they might not win. Things cooled down after my coven formed, I kept my head down and aced my courses, focusing on alchemy in my final year. Suzi had become the headliner at the Cabaret where she worked and often brought home five grand a night on the weekends. She even negotiated with Tony, the manager, to work only Thursday through Saturday during the prime hours of seven to eleven.

 

Eden and I spent the next few hours translating the book into English for later use, then she pulled off her dress and we fucked on the couch. Thanks to the more or less permanent beauty potion she'd drunk a year earlier, Eden had gone from a mousy thing who no one paid any attention, to a babe few men could ignore. The loyalty and love elements I'd added to the mix had made her want me all the time. Honestly if I didn't dose myself with stamina elixirs, the six witches, plus my familiar Suzi, would have killed me from exhaustion by now. Every girl got a turn with me at least once every couple of days, even Dina who preferred women. She was happy to join Suzi and me in threesomes.

Tasha spent a lot of her nights with me, being my right hand witch had it's privileges. These days the goth Russian voodoo witch looked like a cross between Harley Quinn and Wednesday Addams, which was hot, at least to me.

I was balls deep in Eden's honeypot when Tasha let herself into my dorm carrying a sack of Chinese take-out.

"Oh I see you're busy." she joked. "I'll wait."

Ignoring her sarcasm, I focused on Eden, her firm mounds moving back and forth in time with my strokes, her mouth open and groaning, oblivious to everything beyond my dick in her pussy and how it made her feel.

I pinched her left nipple and demanded, "Who's witch are you?"

Gasping she answered, "I.. am... Arthur's... witch!"

"Damn right you are." I said as I blew my load inside her which triggered her own orgasm.

Over the past year I'd done a minor amount of tinkering to my coven-slash-harem's minds. Nothing close to the total brainwashing I'd done on Suzi, just a few tweaks with their permission to achieve things like having them orgasm when I came inside them, regardless of which orifice I used.

Eden's cry of delight slowly faded and she noticed Tasha for the first time. "Hey girl, you waiting your turn for some dick? Oh is that Chinese? I'm famished!"

Tasha sighed, "No I was bringing Arthur some dinner after dropping Suzi at the club. I suppose you can join us. It's not like the portions are small."

"Yay!" Eden said as I got off of her. She didn't bother to dress before she sat down at the small table and grabbed a plastic fork from the bag.

While she helped herself, Tasha helped me into a robe and then kissed me hard.

"Hey lover." she said when she broke the lip lock.

"Hey yourself." I said. "What's the word?"

"Aggravation." she said as she led me to the table and sat me down.

"Ours or hers?" I asked, we both knew who I was referring to. Barbara had been a thorn in my side almost since the day I'd arrived at the school.

"Hers." Tasha said around a forkful of noodles. "She struck out again. Jessie Watson, Sharon Ireland, and Rosemary Birch have decided to coven up. That just leaves Cait Norrington as the only unaffiliated witch in fourth year."

"Fun times for her ahead." I observed.

Eden asked, "Would Barbara try to lasso a third year if Cait tells her no?"

"She might. But it would really be a blow to her ego." Tasha said, "Plus she'd have to wait an extra year to really get things going. Leaving a coven mate here when the others graduate would make the whole group vulnerable."

"Yeah," I said. "she's probably worried that some evil warlock might target her witch sister and do magic to mess with all five of them." It was true. A coven gave witches a lot of power but also created vulnerability. It's why they tended to stick together and not wander off alone.

After we ate, Eden went back to her own room, leaving me and Tasha alone.

"So," she asked as she curled up on the couch next to me, "have you figured out what you want to do when we graduate? The coven expects big things from the great and powerful warlock Arthur."

"Well the obvious trick would be to set up a strip club." I said, "Suzi knows how to run one and with my potions I could have a dozen or so hot girls who are completely loyal and turn over most of their earnings to me."

"Oh, Dina would love that," Tasha commented. "she'd suck your cock every hour on the hour for a year to be put in charge of a place like that."

"But I've been thinking, why not take this coven and start our own school like you suggested?" I said.

Tasha snapped up straight in her seat. "Are you serious? That would be fantastic!"

"Maybe." I said. "Think about it, there are a few hundred active witches in the country at any given time. Most of whom donate to this school as a thank you or in order to get their own daughters in later. It would take about a decade to get things in place but then we could make millions a year off those donations."

Tasha shook her head. "Now that I've seen what they do here all day, I don't really want to be a teacher, plus I was hoping for something more glamorous. Like maybe supplying the rich and famous with potions or items for obscene amounts of money."

"Double ugh. No." I said. "What do most witches do after they graduate with their witchery degree and their... art history or whatever from the topside campus?"

"If they are legacy, which is more than half, they usually go into whatever business their family does." she informed me. "If they are draftees like us they find their own path. Politics is a popular choice although a lot of draftees, and some legacies just find a rich guy and make him marry them to get at their money."

"Really? Seems like a waste of talent." I observed.

"It is, both figuratively and literally." Tasha agreed. "I mean sure you spend four years learning magic and then you can marry rich and ride free the rest of your life. The problem is that magic is like a muscle, if you don't use it, it atrophies. Some witches take the easy route and stop practicing as much then not at all and finally they are back to first day levels of power and it's a long hard road to regain it. Channelers are notorious for it since they are used to leaning on objects of power instead of their own ability.

"How about the warlocks?" I wondered aloud.

"Harder to say." Tasha told me as she pulled of her top and straddled my lap so I could fondle her tits. "Most wash out or get expelled early on. A lot of witches go through the whole program without meeting one. Part of it is how the faculty sets them up to fail, and part is that you're putting horny young men in a building full of girls and telling them to keep it in their pants."

As my fingers found and played with her nipples her accent returned, "Those that do graduate tend to seek power. I know one who was good at emotional magic, and he started a mega church." She purred as I tickled her under-boob. "Another became a campaign manager and gets paid millions to put people in office. The wash outs tend to go into other professions, like the twins in Las Vegas or the illusionist who works in Bollywood."

"You mean Hollywood?" I asked before I began sucking on her breast.

"Nooo..." she groaned as her back arched. "He went to India, a lot of those weird and cheesy effects in their film industry are his work."

I moved to the other tit and began massaging her stiff nipple with my tongue.

"Of course..." she gasped, "if you choose to - uhhh - do the club or the - huuuuh - school, we'll all fall in liiiiiine."

I backed of her nip and she looked at me with eyes filled with lust, "What would you have of me lord Arthur?" she said in heavily accented English, "I'm burning for you."

"Titty-fuck." I said.

She slid backward off my lap and frantically released my cock. "Hello gorgeous." she said to my meat shaft before she began licking it noisily coating it with saliva. When she was satisfied she took her boobs and wrapped them around my dick and began tit-fucking me.

As she rose and dipped she looked at me, "Does my lord enjoy his witch's tits?" she asked coyly.

"Yes I do. Your tits are made for fucking." I said.

"You would know, you made them this way." she joked.

She continued to massage me with her mammaries until I felt the ready to pop. I reached for the back of her head and she reflexively formed an 'O' with her mouth as it was pushed down on my cock just before I flooded her mouth with my cum. With her mouth filled by me she could only moan as her orgasm trigger hit, after it passed she swallowed my jizz and lovingly cleaned my softening shaft until she had gotten the last drop. Satisfied that she was done, she sat back on her heels and said in a half-mocking tone, "Thank you lord for the blessing I have just received."

"You're welcome you little witch." I said with snark.

Looking down at her chest she replied, "Not so little anymore."

No she wasn't. Not physically or magically.