My Girlfriend is a Witch! Ch. 04 - Covenspace Memories

First and foremost, sorry for how long this one took, it's been a while and a lot of stuff has been going on, plus I wanted to make sure I got as much of it as possible recorded here.

So last time(last proper update), we ended with me finding out that Vanny wanted me to meet her mother and head witch matriarch. That in order for us to move in together properly and officially, it had to be blessed or sanctified or approved of by the matriarch. Her mom. Honestly? Thought she was screwing with me at first.

"Wait...are you asking me to meet your parents?"

Vanny shook her head.

"No...well, yes but no. My dad's...well he's away for now, but my mom lives pretty close...ish. It's about a three hour drive away." Closer than my parents, who live six or more hours away. Not that I speak to them much.

"Uh, ok. So we really have to get this all...blessed?"

Vanny squirmed a bit.

"Sort of? It's more a formality, plus we can go this weekend. We're both off and a bunch of the coven is gonna be there, so it'll be a lot easier talking to my mom. She'll be so distracted by everyone that she'll just say yes and we can leave. In an out, like ten minutes, tops."

I frowned. She wanted to visit her family for...ten minutes.

"Wait, first off. Coven?" I knew what the word meant, obviously, but this was the first time she'd ever mentioned it to me.

"Yeah. There's something like thirteen covens, though...later. Thirteen main covens, and my mom is the matriarch of this one. She governs all the witches in Canada and some of the northern states. There's a get together, someone's getting married soon so they're introducing their partner to the coven. Means they want to convert their partner and make them a witch."

"You can become a witch?"

"Well, no. But yes? Ok, you know magic is a little...wonky, well when a witch marries a non-witch, they can bring them to the coven for a ceremony, the metamorphosis ceremony. The wannabe witch has to do a bunch of stuff to prepare - I don't really know it all, this is the first one done in this coven in...decades, possibly centuries. Anyways, during the ceremony, the two - the witch and their fiance - try to connect their magical energies and if the magic allows it, the non-witch will become a witch. It's one of the few things the matriarch has no control over; it's all up to the magic. They get the longer life and the magic, but their body remains whatever they were before, though it guarantees any offspring will be full blooded witches. Of course, if the ceremony fails, they could die..." Her voice trailed off.

I blinked. And again. This was a lot of information, all thrown at me all at once.

"Ok...looking past that last statement for a second. One of the members of your coven is getting married?"

"Yes."

"And they're inviting a bunch of the coven to your mom's house to introduce their partner?"

"Well, it is my mom's house, but it's actually covenspace."

"OK, what?"

"It's just a large family compound. We call it covenspace cuz it's where we all get to be normal and do whatever we want. More or less."

"Ok, gonna swing back to that, but one thing at a time here. So it's possible to become a witch, but it involves a ceremony where magic determines everything and might end with the non-witch's death."

"Well both their deaths, but yes."

"And you want me, to go meet your mom, the coven matriarch at this incredibly important and critical juncture, so she can approve of us living together, in hopes that she'll be too distracted with preparations for a ceremony that hasn't been performed in decades or centuries, to fully notice me."

She squirmed under my gaze a bit.

"Kinda?"

"Vanessa, bunny. Look, I'll go, I'll do what we need to do, but I'm really gonna need you to start teaching me things before springing stuff like this on me. Please?"

She nodded as a small smile spread on her face.

"Ok, thank you, darlingheart. Now, just to warn you, the coven can be...a lot."

"Like a lot of people, or they're all super dramatic?"

"Yes."

And that was pretty much the only warning I had for everything that was coming. There was a couple more conversations about it, but those are private and filled with details I won't be sharing.

It took three days before the weekend. And in those three days, I got more and more nervous. Listen, meeting someone's parents can be difficult, meeting someone's super high ranking mother in a special compound filled with an unknown number of magical witches...well, it's just a little bit more difficult.

Friday evening came around.

"Hey Ace!"

"Hey Jake, you done now too?"

My long time best friend nodded.

"Yeah, hey Ace. Look, feel free to tell me to screw off, but I noticed something's up with you and Gemma."

I sighed as I pulled my blue vest off.

"It's...complicated, bro. I don't really wanna get into it."

"Hey, fine by me. Wanna go get smashed?" I rolled my eyes for a sec then laughed.

"You know what? Why not. I'm meeting Vanny's mother this weekend, so a little night out sounds fantastic right now."

Jake grinned from ear to ear.

I accepted on two reasons. One, it did sound like a good idea; I hadn't had a night out in a while, well other than the ones with Vanny. But on the other, I felt a little guilty. Ever since Vanessa and I had started dating, I'd been busy and not hanging with either Gemma or Jake much. Gemma for different reasons, but still. Jake and Gemma and I had always been close, even when we'd been dating other people.

"Ha! Just like old times, eh?"

I laughed and shut my locker. I messaged Vanny, let her know I was going out with Jake for a bit, would be home later. She messaged back telling me to have fun and not stay out too late; we wanted to get to covenspace relatively early.

A bar. One of the most overcrowded and obnoxious places to be in, and yet so many people love it. I'm not the biggest drinker, but even I cannot refute the strange allure of a stained wood bar, some beer on tap, and whatever sport-of-the-day on the TV.

"So, bro. How's things with you?" Jake asked, handing me a pint.

"Same old same -"

"Come on bro. It's me here. Don't feed me some bs line."

"Ok, ok. It's been fine. Vanny and I are thinking of moving in together; it's part of why she wants me to meet her mom."

"And?"

"And what?"

Jake sighed.

"Look, I've thought a lot about this, the last few months. I know it's normal for people to drift apart and I'm ok with that. I am. But you've been...off."

I frowned.

"Off?" I asked, then took a sip of beer. Tried not to grimace at the taste.

"Well, let's start with that. You used to guzzle your beer, faster than even me!" He said and took a swig to show me.

"And you've lost weight. You weren't big before or anything, but look at you. Your shirt's super baggy right now. You've grown your hair out more than I've ever seen it before and...and you seem happier."

"Huh?" Eloquent, I know, but I was super confused as to what was going on. Was I really all that different? I looked down at my shirt, it was on the baggier side. I didn't know how to tell him that my body had shifted from being constantly filled with magic and cum that my entire frame was different. I was more...well, feminine. Body wise. I had wider hips and a thinner waist now, my arms were a bit longer and thinner, my skin was cleaner too. Both me and Vanny were at a loss as to why.

"Yeah, you weren't unhappy or anything before, but like...like the other day. That one fucker, I mean customer, who kept demanding refunds for...shoes, right? Dude was screaming at you, and you barely seemed to notice! Look, you don't lose your cool much, but you were still smiling at him. Or whenever you and Vanessa get off work at the same time, you both look so goddamn happy to be leaving with each other..."

"So...you're mad that I seem happier?"

He snorted.

"No, you dingus. I'm happy for you, you know, like friends should be? I'm just checking in with you, cuz it's been a minute and I wanted to make sure you were ok."

I should've guessed. Jake's a lot more observant than people give him credit for, and he cares with his whole heart.

"I am happier. Not really sure how to put it into words...it's just a general sense, I guess. Like I feel like this is where I'm supposed to be? I think?"

Jake snorted again.

"You went and got religious behind my back?" Oh, he was so close there. Except not the religion he was thinking.

"No, you buttwipe. Just...life wise. I don't know...just feels right."

"Ugh, you moony eyed types. Ruin it all for the rest of us!" We shared a laugh and turned our attention to the nachos. Well I did, Jake turned his attention to the waitress. Short, about five foot, with shoulder length auburn hair and the tightest and lowest plunged shirt I'd seen on a server. Emphasizing the two big orbs that were mere inches from Jake's face. I had to take a swig of my beer to hide the laugh.

And ugh, I hate the taste of beer. I remember thinking how weird that was, I'd never hated it before. Maybe it was just that brand?

I tuned out while Jake flirted with our server, who was clearly into it. Or wanted a bigger tip. Either way, I was not getting into the middle of that. I went to play darts.

"Well hey there, new thing. You need me to teach you, hot stuff?" I barely registered the words, assuming they were not for me.

"You ignoring us, doll?" Doll? For real? I looked back to see what was happening, and saw two shocked men, maybe two feet from me.

"Oh, uh...excuse me. Thought you were....someone...else." They both blushed and moved away. It took me a couple of seconds to realize what had happened.

They'd thought I was a girl? That...that was new. I shook my head and shrugged. I'd known I looked more girly; my jeans even hugged my ass more. From behind I probably did look like a girl. I went back to darts, and absolutely failed. I suck at darts.

A few minutes later, Jake walked up, folding a napkin with a phone number clearly written on it.

"Took care of our tab. I've got an hour to kill before Alyssa there gets off work, and maybe another half hour before I get her off." He said with a wink. I tried so hard not to burst out laughing. Jake is so over the top sometimes.

"Well, I need to turn in early anyways. Gotta hit the road by like eight tomorrow." Not the earliest or anything, but I was still nervous, and I knew I'd be up late. Vanny probably hadn't gotten off too much and I was weirdly horny at that moment.

"Fine, desert me. Traitor!" He smirked and I laughed, pulling my coat on. I didn't worry about paying him back; I'd bought him so much booze in college, he probably still owed me thousands. We just didn't bother keeping track of dumb shit like that.

"And...Ace. Look, whatever's going on with you and Gemma, I'm not taking sides with it. It's very clearly between you two, I'm just saying that you might want to talk to her sooner rather than later. She's been a lot more withdrawn and I don't think she's eating properly. I worry about you two."

I frowned. I did feel bad for what was happening with Gemma, but it wasn't my fault. I hadn't done anything but back away and ask her to do the same.

"I'll...think about it. It's - "

"Complicated?" He asked with a small sly grin.

"Yeah. Thanks, man. I'll message you when we get back, let you know how it all goes down."

He snickered and tossed three darts at once, all landing in a perfect line; inner ring top, bull's eye, inner ring bottom. I shook my head. Dude had - and still has - wayyyyy too much time on his hands.

I grabbed a cab and headed home. We'd take her car down, and pick mine up from my work's parking lot on the way back.

I opened the door and sighed. Not upset or anything, just the things Jake had said hit me a little. Was I really all that different? And was I somehow hurting Gemma? And those two guys...it hadn't bothered me. I'd actually kind of liked it, and that bothered me, though I really didn't know why.

"Ace? Baby?" I could hear Vanny call from the living room, her voice a tiny bit strained. I knew what that meant.

"Coming, bunny!" I called and kicked my shoes off. Her voice always got like that when she was super close.

"Woah, bunny! What happened?!" I cried out as I almost slipped in a puddle. Let me paint you a word picture here;

Cum. Spunk, sperm, jizz. Just everywhere. Covering both couches, the lounge chair, the coffee table, the walls, the television, the bookshelves, the ceiling! And lying - half sitting - on the floor, Vanessa. Her massive cock fully erect and pointed up, throbbing so hard and fast she couldn't hold it down!

"Hey ba - agh, baby. Sorry, I don't know what came over me, I just..."

I walked over - carefully, there wasn't a lot of dry space - and knelt beside her. Every so often this happened; sometimes her libido would just go absolutely crazy and she'd cum non stop for a while. We didn't know why.

"Bunny...why didn't you call me?" I asked. I'd have come back to help her.

"You ahhhhh, you haven't been out with your friends in...oooooo in a bit. I didn't wanna...ugh, ruin that." I kissed her forehead.

"Oh, Vanny Bunny. I love you. Can you go more?" I wasn't sure how much she'd gone, but if she could empty more, than tomorrow - at her mom's house we might not have to take care of her. Might not.

"Oh yeah. My balls feel soooo heavy right now!"

I smiled down at her.

"Ok. Bambi me, but the last time, or what you think is your last for the night, bring me back?"

She frowned, her arms mid stroke on her colossus.

"Uh, sure baby. But why?"

"I wanna take care of your last one today as me. Me and you, you know?" A bit sappy? Maybe. But I really did and do love her, and while Bambi definitely pulls more pleasure for her, every once in a while I liked it just being us.

"Sure, baby. You ready?" She asked, standing so it'd be easier for me.

I nodded.

"Wake up, Bambi." And, just like that, my mind melted away, leaving only the animalistic desire to please and obey.

I started slow. Even in that doll-like state, I wanted to make her feel good and feel taken care of. Not just emptied, but pleasured and sated.

So, I started with those heavy swollen balls. Fucking watermelons, I swear. And...well as always, the first thing to hit me, that smell. We've learned that part of her power is releasing pheromones, that pretty much just enhance what you're already feeling. Vanilla, sweet and savoury, all at the same time. I breathed it in and started with kisses.

The lightest and barest touches of my lips on her sensitive cum tanks. Her entire package is super sensitive when erect, so each kiss was leaving a small spot of electric fire, and she cried out.

"Oh, my beautiful pet. Keep going! Feel my huge nuts on your face!" I moaned under her, my kisses getting harder and harder, my tongue darting out on occasion to tease.

"Bambi...more..." She moaned. I could feel her stroking her massive shaft, so I paused, and moved in front of her. Mistress shouldn't be taking care of herself!

I grabbed her hands and slowly pulled them away, putting one on my head, letting go of the other. She grinned down at me.

"Good girl. Have at it, pet." She whispered, flexing her beast so it throbbed hard and smacked my face. I let out a moan and shivered. She laughed and bunched her fist in my hair; just a casual reminder that she was in control. I began to kiss that shaft, tracing her throbbing veins with my tongue, my hands below, one still playing with one of her balls, just lifting and squeezing, petting it. The other?

I had opened my own pants and was slowly stroking my own hard dick. As Bambi, I'm always hard and harder than I can get normally. I think it's part of the fantasy.

"You like stroking your little toy while pleasing my beastly cock, pet?" She pulled my head back, forcing me to look up at her.

"Yes Mistress. I can't help it, Mistress makes me soooo hard." I was practically slurring. Bambi wasn't always the most coherent.

"Good girl. Now I want you to keep stroking," She started as she pulled my head to her huge tip, and lightly thwacked me with it. "But, my pet, no cumming until I say so. You may not stop, and you may not cum. Understand?" She pulled my hair back again and I had to cry out before replying. Just this had me almost cumming.

"Ye-yes Mistress." Bambi stuttered. I was lost to the pleasure of my own cock in my hand, and of the ecstasy of pleasing my Mistress. Her hand tightened in my hair, not pulling, but just keeping me on a tighter leash. I went back to pleasing her pulsing cannon, feeling every twitch as it swung out and smacked into my lips, again and again. My one hand, seemingly on it's own, started stroking her as I moved to her tip, that bulbous thing that regularly destroyed me holes over and over.

"That's a good pet. You want to cum yet?"

I nodded. I did, I really did, I wanted, needed to let it out, the release demanding over and over. I don't know if it was will power, or the fantasy forcing me to obey, but I wasn't cumming, even though I was at that edge, at that precipice over and over.

"Not yet, Bambi my love. I'm really loving watching you jerk that tiny toy of yours, that little stick, all the while slobbering all over my tip. I love seeing you spread those lips, knowing that your entire little cock can't compare to even just my massive tip! Open wide, pet." I obeyed, even though my little cock was throbbing so fucking hard, it broke out of my hand a couple times.

Still, no cum. My balls hurt, they throbbed in time to my shaft, and I swear, I could feel them swelling. Every throb, every twitch and jerk, I thought would be the last one. The next one, I'd finally release, the next one, the next one.

Then Vanny, my wonderful mistress, grabbed my hair with both hands, put my lips on her tip, and began to push. My jaw unhinged, my lips stretched tighter and tighter, the foreign invader forcing every inch of my body to make room. I let go with my other hand, my body was supported purely by her pole, her hard as diamond rod. Now I was jerking myself with both hands, squeezing and stroking, even twisting. Faster and harder trying so hard to cum to relieve that pain.

"Bambi, stop." I instantly did, though my dick kept twitching in my hands.

"You look so cute like that, pet. My powerful cock holding you up, while your hands hide your own little thing. Two hands, and it disappears. Oh, my beautiful Bambi, I will allow you to cum once you reach here." She said, her voice quiet but holding power like never before, and pointed to her stomach. Immediately, I tried pushing forward, but my legs were jelly, as usual.

"Oh, you can't reach? Poor pet. Back to stroking for you." She said, and I obeyed again, my cock raw from my mistreatment of it, and yet there was so so sooo much pleasure in it. Vanny began to pull out a good twelve or so inches, then thrust it back in, as casual a movement as you could imagine.

"You see this, Bambi? My little thrusts, just tiny really, and they're still so much more than you could ever do. So much more length! So much more girth! So much more power!" Each admonishment was emphasized with a thrust, each one harder than before. Still, she never went past halfway, so I couldn't cum.

And still, I stroked. Her beast made my body into it's form, over and over, my insides rearranged to please it. My lips were practically vacuum sealed to her slobbery wet pole, and still I stroked. I could feel my balls; they were easily twice as big as they should've been. More. And they were so sore, hurt so much!