The Town Witch

The Tavern

With the drunkard taken care of Dea waddled back towards the tavern in search of the barmaid. As soon as she walked into the rundown building she spotted the terrified and battered young maid being cornered by three unpleasant looking men. Dea looked at the other patrons in disgust, blatantly sitting by while this poor girl was being abused. The young girl was no older than fourteen, her skirt and blouse ripped and mudied, no doubt from the drunkard Mira had just dealt with. The girl paled and dropped a tankard as the three burly men surrounded her. One ragged dark haired man grabbed her from behind while the two in front, both seemingly twins with ruddy brown hair, began pulling down her already loose blouse to expose her breasts and more bruising from her previous encounter. A few other men sitting by took in the site with fresh arousal in their eyes. Gods be, too many men are dogs. There were only a handful of patrons and as their attention turned to glance at the newcomer many townsfolk grew blanched. Whispers of “witch”, “bloody siren”, and “hag” were thrown about and a few even threw down their coins and left in a rush. No matter, the fewer to deal with the better. There was a good deal of magic left with the three life forces still inside her so with a wave of her hand and a quick incantation, “Sile!”, all but the young maid froze in place. “You need not be afraid my flower, while I live and breath these men will harm you no more”, Mira said in a soothing tone as she drew near the young girl now staring widely at the frozen crowd and the hands still gripping her flesh. “Though I cannot change what has been done” she added coming to stand in front of her and gazing sadly at her bruised flesh, “rest assured every man who has done you wrong this night will have their reckoning.” she finished her voice raising as she jerked her hand, “Flecto!”, and each of the three men's wrists twisted away from the girl with a quick succession of cracks and pops. The young maid fell to her knees, legs too wobbly to stand any longer and gripping the hem of Dea’s skirts to stabilize herself she began to cry. “Th..tthank yoou!”, the maid said through tears. Dea gently laid her hand upon the young woman’s head crooning softly, “Don’t you worry yourself, why don’t you get some rest my flower, sopor.”, and in an instant the girl had fallen fast asleep. Now to deal with these pests. Dea rubbed her deflated belly, the constant stream of spells bringing her down to one life force, her initial spell still slowly trickling it away. Turning to the men the frozen silence was burst by sudden bellows of pain as the men doubled over their broken wrists. The one twin with a grizzly scar across his cheek didn’t take well to the pain and face pale as a ghost went unconscious on the floor. The dark haired man got his bearings first finally taking in Dea, his face turning red with fury. “Fuuuukkin wwiiitch, you godless bbiiittch!” he shouted while the conscious twin rocked back and forth groaning in pain. Dea arched an eyebrow at the dark haired man and for a moment her mouth twitched into a smile that left the man’s face drained of color. “This”, Dea said smugly, “is going to be fun”. Time for some entertainment. “Mutatio!” she spoke, her gaze focused on the dark haired man as he yelped, trying to stand and run but had no sooner got to his feet as cracks and pops filled the air and he dropped again with a thud. The once largest man of the three began to shrink, bones shortening and realigning themselves to Dea’s image. He howled in shock and pain a deep shout tuning to a sharp feminine shriek. The twin no longer aware of his own pain in the moment sat in horror, face blanching as his friend writhed, his body contorting as it changed. The velvet cropped hair streamed out into long lustrous midnight locks. The once scared and chiseled jaw turned smooth and sharp, shoulders shrank, clavicle spreading to support the ever expanding breasts, waist thinned, hips widened, long slender arms and legs appeared from the sturdy bulks of his previous appendages, his trousers and belt dropping to slender ankles. The once calloused hands became porcelain soft and smooth, skin pale as moonlight. The twins horror turned conflicted, eyes drawn to the voluminous breasts both full and milky white with beautiful pink, puffy nipples straining through the deep V of his...her rough tunic still draping loosely on his transformed body like a ragged dress. Dea's own body was still changing, her belly slowly but surely shrinking to first term, her own full breasts and voluptuous body all the more in contrast with her slender waist. And with the last bit of magic still flowing within her, eyes glowing with ferocity, she spoke a final spell. "Sentire desiderio". The spell took effect instantly the tavern turning to chaos. The couple hiding back in the corner booth began to ravage each other, a raving passion of lips clashing and tender caresses. The rest of the patrons, all men, bolted up five started brawling, two began to kiss and caress each other, while the other four went for the half naked newly transformed woman. The tunic barely lasted for a moment before the milky white breasts were freed of the cloth. A panic filled her expression for a moment before her eyes glazed over and the spell took over leaving the new woman gasping as the men began to ravage her. The conscious twin knelt staring at the spectacle his dick straining against his trousers a mix of pain and lust contorting his face. Dea knelt in front of him brushing her hand against his bulge. "Let me help you with that" she purred, pulling down his trousers to release his throbbing phallus as he groaned, his hips thrusting up into her touch. Grunts and gasps filled the room around them as everyone gave in to their desires. Dea shed her thin gown and in one fluid motion sank gracefully onto his engorged cock. Unlike the drunk this man's dick was nothing to laugh at, long and thick he filled her completely with every motion as she rode him. It wasn't long before the fire began to build in her belly, the curse starting to pull him in. Her pussy clinged to his dick tightly sucking him in till she could no longer ride him but was left rubbing against him as his body dwindled in size. He made no effort to escape his whole body drunk on desire and the feeling of being inside her clutching snatch. The fire began to reach a crescendo the now infant body being pulled inside her. The feeling of being filled so completely overcame her and she orgasmed pulling in the infant. Her belly quickly adjusted to accommodate the new life force, swelling up to full term. Her body practically glowing with her rejuvenated mana source. One down.