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Witches of Lust Ch. 15

Succubi absorb the life force of anyone they touch. Fortunately, our succubi were fitted with control collars that rendered them safe for hours of erotic pleasure. The lovely demonesses coaxed me to one orgasm after another, each time they greedily took my shafts deep into their bodies so that they would not miss a drop of my spirit energy. They also teased and pleased Erica with their consummate erotic prowess, using their hands, tongues and even their spade-tipped tails to great effect. Her screams of ecstasy filled my ears, but I was soon too lost in my own senses to really observe what they were doing to my friend.

Before they bit me, I watched them bite her once on her breast, thinking to go easy on her. I think it reacted in some way with her sensitivity in that area, because she was like a firecracker a for several hours after.

They injected me with their venom at least three times, and soon discovered that they could barely keep up with my raging lust. If they tried to tease and edge me, I would grab them and wedge my cocks in their tight holes, claiming carnal knowledge by force. I think I had superhuman strength, but the question is moot because they were wearing control collars. I would fuck one, throw her off and move to the next, and I didn't even care if the one I was fucking was busy with Erica. Thankfully there were four succubi to keep me from moving my rampage out into the rest of the ship. The only way for them to keep me in the bed was to keep offering me holes to fuck.

Each time my cocks erupted, I pumped gallon after gallon of cum into their seemingly bottomless depths. There was a limit to how much they could take, however mysteriously we arrived at it. At around three in the morning, they could no longer absorb any more of my load. Each time I came, their lovely, feminine bodies swelled about the middle and cum leaked and squirted out. They groaned with pleasure as their bellies grew ever more rounded.

They made a game of it, trying to get me to pack each of them with as much jizz as physically possible. Soon the demons had it bubbling and seeping out of their bellybuttons, their nostrils and even their nipples. Their bellies stretched taut I pumped them full, and they screamed in ecstasy as cum inundated and stretched their corporeal manifestations.

Overflowing cum squirted, splashed, and dribbled out all over the place, making a complete mess. Mimi, the blonde, was able to take the most by far, but she and Shay were both a bit dazed by the time the other succubi told me, in tearful reverence, that they could take no more.

All of them looked ready to give birth when I was done with them. Whenever I looked at their swollen bellies, I could not help but fantasize that I had somehow knocked them up with my super sperm. Once again, thoughts of impregnation charged my libido. Rak'hel and Rashiva thanked me and rubbed their cum-stuffed bellies and bountiful breasts, then helped the other two into the portal. They crawled through the glowing purple ring, cum still oozing down their thighs.

"That was amazing, see you again soon!" I said. They just sobbed a little harder, overjoyed to have me as their mistress.

"You held up your part of the deal well. I would thank you, but I think you enjoyed it immensely," Zurknod said. He closed the portal to his pocket dimension where his four cum-stuffed demon girls had gone to relax and recover.

"You still got a ton of spirit energy. You're welcome," I said to him a bit crossly. He turned his tiny pointed nose up at me and vanished. I glanced at Erica, who beamed at me adoringly, gaining my full attention.

"This has been some night! I can't remember feeling so turned on!" she told me, getting on her back and spreading her legs. "Oops! I almost forgot!" She clamped her thighs together tightly.

"You're still turned on after all that?" I asked, my gaze drawn to her large breasts.

"Well, there's no substitute for you," she said, blushing as she looked at my enormous pair of cocks still throbbing and stiff.

I knew I wasn't supposed to fuck her, because of the chance of getting her pregnant. Her eyes twinkled with daring and mischief, her luscious queen bee curves were already glistening with a sheen of cum. Her breasts were capped with long, erect, and ever so enticing nipples, and I struggled not to dive into her arms. It seemed so unfair that after all that sex, I still needed more.

"Now how are we going to clean all this mess up?" she asked. "Are any of the other witches even awake? It's three in the morning."

"Let me check," I said, deftly entering the psychic realm.

Looking out into the ship, I saw that Morgana had been awake all night. I skimmed her surface thoughts to confirm that she also ate a wafer to avoid sleep. Her lover Gaff, however, had not. After having sex with him, she left him to sleep and went to Lucille, who she had enjoyed and pampered with affection. Then she joined Karina, Bellevon, and Eli for a memorable foursome. She was able to leave most of the work of creating warding talismans to Zurknod, but she supervised his work periodically and discussed the designs with him. At the moment, she had all of the talismans laid out on her side of the bed and Gaff was sound asleep on top of the sheets beside her. His youthful, muscular and well-defined figure kept tempting her eye, which would then settle on his thick uncircumcised erection.

Could you help us out? I seem to have doused our bedroom in cum.

She promised to pay us a visit shortly.

"Morgana is awake. She's on her way," I told Erica.

"Oh good," she replied. She stared at my stiff cocks hungrily. My cum was dripping from her luscious body and the temptation to fuck was proving too great for her to resist. The thought entered my head that with all that cum on her body, some might have gotten inside, and would that be enough to get her pregnant? It might be the case, and a part of me was saying that there was no point to fighting nature. My willpower started to crumble as she pressed her breasts together invitingly. At the last moment, I apologized and shrank my futa cocks to nothing, leaving only a peachy and hairless pussy. Undeterred, Erica moved up to kiss me. She laid me down on my back and got between my legs, then began to give me a few tentative licks.

I gasped at the pleasure and grabbed Erica by her blonde locks. As I enjoyed successive flicks of her deft little tongue on my labia and clit, there was a knock at the door.

Morgana opened the sliding door to our room. She caught sight of me getting eaten out by a devoted Erica. There was cum all over us, and the bed. The floor was ankle deep with cum, and it oozed into the hallway and around her high-heeled shoes.

"My goddess that's a lot of cum!" Morgana exclaimed, stepping indulgently into the slimy deluge.

"We've been at it for hours," I shrugged.

"I hope you didn't get Erica pregnant again," she fretted.

"Yeah, that would be totally unfair, she didn't even stick the tip in once," Erica pouted playfully.

"Aww, well that means you're both good girls," Morgana said. "I think this room deserves a bigger cleaning spell than a cantrip. Watch this." She held up both hands, joining her thumb and index fingers while splaying the rest. "Referum Zeferum Vostinus vum, clean out all of Jeanie's cum!"

In a flash, the room and everything in it was immaculate again.

"Wow!" we both said. "Thank you!"

"You're both very welcome," the raven-haired witch replied. I could have sworn I heard Zurknod off in a nook somewhere muttering something about a damn waste.

"I've got something for you, Erica," she said, handing the busty blonde a silver amulet on a chain.

"Wow! For me? Thank you Mistress!"

"Oh don't mention it. We wouldn't want you to get an attack of ethereals. This talisman now has a permanent ward against them, but it's only personal protection, it has no aura. Also, it only works if you wear it, so don't forget to put it on if you go out."

"Do I get one too?" I asked.

"You don't need one, Aura Shannon." I smirked at that, she was calling me an "Aura nymph" in a combination of English and bastardized elven.

"Wow, I like that!" Erica said. "Aura Shannon. It suits you!"

I blushed and smiled. The truth is, I did think it was a cool name.

"Do you want us to give you a new name?" Morgana asked. "Aura Shannon works."

How could I go from Jeanie Carter to a magical celebrity-type of name like Aura Shannon? "I'll think about it," I demurred.

"Thanks for the amulet," Erica said, turning it over and over. It was a pair of intertwined leaves or reeds curling about itself in a spiral that tapered wider at the top. An amber gemstone was set into the front of it. "I've never been given a magical item before. I'm really speechless."

"You'll need it," Morgana replied.

"Why? I'm not even a witch and I'm not getting, um, Jeanie's you-know-what in me," Erica said.

"You're not a witch yet, but I hope you will be soon. That said, even regular folk have enough spirit energy to become a tempting target to ethereals, as long as they spend time in Jeanie's aura. You'll have a lot more spirit energy when you become a seeker."

"Will I ever become a witch?" I asked.

"I tried to ordain you as an initiate earlier. You should have been able to cast cantrips for a while now," Morgana said. "It may be that a spiritmancer just isn't allowed to be a witch."

"Maybe what I did was too lukewarm?"

"Are you kidding? It was a great ploy and a fitting punishment. Irina helped you, but you did it."

"Irina helped a lot," I mused. "I never would have had the guts to go through with it without her."

"You were without her. She wasn't even in the room when you punched him in the balls," Morgana said, chuckling. "That was by design. Irina made sure I could not give her all the credit. I could not have picked a better protégé."

"I thought Lucille was your protégé," I said.

"Irina came first, she was my first apprentice when I started building my coven last year. It's just that she took a very long term approach to her tasks, which was fine by me."

"Whatever did you call that coven, anyway?" I asked.

"The Sisters of Harmony. It's still our coven name, although I don't publicize it or anything. Yet."

"Do you think Irina is going to be a better witch than Lucille?" I asked.

Morgana grinned enigmatically. "Whatever the outcome, I love you all equally."

We huddled together and kissed, pressing our breasts and lips together in a very hot three way kiss that was becoming more and more common in the coven. After the kiss, we tugged on Morgana to coax her into our bed. She joined us on the fresh sheets but she kept her panties on. We talked about what she looked for in a witch. We reviewed what amazing things had taken place over the past few days, and she shared her strategy for making our hospital healing visits.

By breakfast, she had given warding talismans to every other member of the crew. I really didn't know or care what sort of explanation she ever gave to the knights about how she obtained them. What mattered was that we were more ready than ever to go heal people.

Our first stop would be the Veteran's Hospital in Eglin, a smallish military hospital in our home town. Knowing that cell phones would be everywhere, we debated "blipping out" any cameras pointed our way, to keep our identities from getting out into public. Alternatively, Morgana said, we could use magic to disguise ourselves with different faces and even voices if we chose.

"If we wear disguises, how do we tell who is who during a fight?" Karina asked.

"We all wear a different color, I guess," Irina said. "Whoa, wait! Color coded witches, like the Power Rangers! That would be awesome!"

"Okay," Karina sighed. "Should we all pick our own color, now?"

"Your asking us tells me that you have some reservations. Care to share?" Morgana replied.

"Well," Karina began hesitantly, "Using colors would probably only get us confused at first. You remember how hard we trained for prismatic wall take-downs just wearing casual gym clothes. You could tell each other apart from almost anywhere, and that's important. We each have our roles and there's an order to the attack, and we also have subs in case something happens to someone."

"Right, we've practiced really hard, we've all memorized the order backwards and forwards," Lucille said. "We can knock out every layer of the spell in under thirty seconds if there is nothing else going on."

"Yes," Karina nodded. "Now let's say we all wear masks and colored uniforms like the Power Rangers. Jeanie and Karina, I think either of them could be red, or brown, or green. Lucille and Irina are both blonde-haired and blue-eyed so there's blue and yellow confusion. Medina could take one of us out right from the start, and if we don't know who is who, it will really slow us down when seconds count."

"You make a lot of sense," Lucille said. "Alright, but when do we pick our colors?"

"I don't like colors myself, I don't want people to think we're the Powerpuff Girls or something," I said.

"The prismatic defense itself has a color-order which Karina calls out during the takedown," Stu said, having trained with us exhaustively. "Our using colors is going to risk confusion, don't you think?"

"He's right," Irina admitted.

"Let's just wear eye masks and tell each other apart by our outfits. We can use our fashion sense, we're not a bunch of kids," I said.

"Okay," Irina sighed. "Although I really liked the idea of us wearing cute little matching outfits!"

"I've already decided our outfits will be elegant white. We are going to make a wholesome impression," Morgana said.

"Whatever Mistress says," Lucille quipped airily, and we all agreed to go along with it.

"Sorry if it's not perfect," Karina said. "Not training for disguises was an oversight on my part."

"On the whole you've done a remarkable job," Bellevon said. "You don't even have combat experience, although that might change today."

Eli raised his eyebrows and looked at his woman with new found admiration. The rest of us nodded approvingly.

"Besides, it wouldn't matter if you had not already trained us to be so coordinated!" Irina said, changing gears quickly to praise Karina. "Shields, bam! Gust of wind, whoosh!" she went on, pantomiming magic going this way and that.

"Well, it was the knights and all of you that helped me to focus on the important details, like speed and stuff. Morgana built that big training room we used," Karina said.

"I conjured it, and you told us what to do, how fast and how hard. We improved for three days straight. You took material that was new to you and created a whole lesson plan in no time flat. You aren't just a fitness bunny, you're also a genius."

Karina blushed and smiled at the praise.

"How about code names?" Lucille asked.

"We'll get to those too, but we have a mission to prepare for right now. Karina, I want you to develop further tactics later on, but for today we'll just go with what we've got," Morgana stated with an air of finality. "I've already got most of our costumes ready."

The knights wore suits and trench coats and carried short-barrel Heckler and Koch machine guns under them. Gaff had a small hatchet under his coat as well, and Stu had long daggers under his. Bellevon carried a Kukri knife. They did not wear face masks. Eli did, and it made him look both dashing and a bit sinister with his suit and trench coat.

We women wore white from head to toe with the exception of Morgana's black hood. I wore a white cowl and purple lipstick, plus a broad mask that covered my eyes. The rest kept their hair uncovered, as we all agreed it helped us to tell each other apart from far away.

The Ray of Dawn was already in the bay area, still in stealth mode. It was an exhilarating view, looking at the bay from above. The sun briefly shone through the clouds when it peaked the horizon, and when dazzling yellow washed over the windows of the galley we all went top deck to witness the light of a new day.

We flew the Ray of Dawn closer to the hospital, eventually settling in to hover over one of the parking lots. We headed straight into the waiting area by the pharmacy on the ground floor. There were some active duty waiting there with their heads bent as they looked at their phones, and there were also some old folks.

I reached out with my healing powers to try to identify and cure each person's problems.

People started to notice us, the masked group, and the patients and elderly felt their bodies heal and gasped. Some got up and started to walk around. One old man who lost his hand in Vietnam held up his stump and watched, amazed, as it grew back again.

As I went about mending their bodies and purging disease and arthritic inflammation, people started to point their cameras at me. A few people pointed their phones at the infirm, hoping to capture the miraculous healing on video. With all the video being recorded, Irina approached one of the old women there.

"Here, a gift to you from the Sisters of Harmony," she said, handing a wrapped cookie to a very old lady.

"What's this, young lady?" she asked. "Who are you?"

"Just eat it, go ahead," Irina said. The lady found the cookie irresistible and finished it in two bites. Her face smoothed out and looked much, much younger, and it was all caught on camera.

Morgana and I looked at each other apprehensively. When we agreed to bring cookies, that had not been a cookie we intended to just hand out. I'll admit that I was drawn in to the spectacle of the old woman becoming young again, and I didn't even notice Lucille and Karina going around giving pecks on the cheek to the older vets who had just been cured.

When the woman's age stopped regressing, she looked to be in her twenties or early thirties. I reached out to her middle-aged son with my fleshcrafting powers. He was well into his fifties and had a bit of a weight problem, and I slimmed him down, probably adding a few years to his life. I also gave him a full head of hair again. He felt, then saw the hair tumbling down over his brows and grabbed it, laughing in disbelief. His young mother hugged him and they jumped up and down, both of them shocked and thrilled.

"We can't stay long, so if you want to see more, step aside! Please stand aside!" we told them, repeating ourselves several times. Everyone was just shocked.

"This way to the ER," Lucille said, and we headed to the double doors.

Two stunned nurses who had captured the miracle on their phones chased after us and escorted us to the ER section of the facility. Lucille knew her way around there as well but the escort was a nice touch. Once more we found veterans and active duty waiting for care and looking bored stiff. Most had minor issues but there was a patient with heart disease who was struggling to get a diagnosis for his issues. There was a young family who all had the flu, one with a hyperextended elbow, and one sprain. I set about healing everybody.

The witches kept an eye on their watches. Our goal was to get in and get out. People were coming up to us, asking every question imaginable, and our knights had to talk to them and tell them to wait until the curing was over before interviewing us. By this time, my adrenaline was pumping. I worried about Medina attacking. I think the others were anxious as well.

We finished touring the ER. Sometimes knights gently shoved people aside if they got in our way. I healed all of the patients in less than ten minutes. As we reached the last few patients, Lucille started casting a spell on each of us to let us see the Ray of Dawn, which was invisible from the outside.

Extraction was pretty simple. All of us gathered in close proximity. Morgana cast a spell to turn everyone invisible, Irina cast levitate on non-flyers, and we all flew up to the Ray of Dawn.
We had healed dozens of patients in ten minutes flat. If I closed my eyes, I remembered two things clearly. One was how purple lipstick had been transferred to the cheeks of so many witnesses. The other was the old lady with her son. She looked reborn, even still wearing her frumpy old lady clothes! I laughed and wondered what she would do now that she looked about the same age as her grand children. She was not going to buy a new wardrobe on just her pension! Would she make new friends? Would people be jealous of her, and even angered, perhaps?

Questions like these made me wonder if it was right to play god with people and extend their lifespans so dramatically. A second lease in life would probably be wonderful, but on the other hand, it could be a nightmare. After a little group meeting, the coven agreed not to hand out any other cookies of youth.

We had friends and family we wanted to visit in the area, but we were very worried about Medina finding us in the hours following the first rebellious healing mission. We feared our folks could be caught in the crossfire if Medina came upon us while we were visiting them. We soon decided against visiting anyone for the time being. We rode the Ray of Dawn and took to the skies. We closed and sealed the hatch to the top deck and climbed higher and higher. We rose to stratospheric altitudes so that we could increase our speed with less wind resistance.

We flew all the way to Chicago. Our next stop was Advocate Christ Medical Center, which we reached shortly after midnight on the following day. We slept for the night before we went in, but when we did finally set foot in the ER, we were appalled by how many stabbings and gun shot wounds we encountered. There was blood everywhere. Eli later said it was like a triage tent in Iraq.

We had already been in the news, and I expected Medina to pounce on us this second day. The other witches were holding all of their powers in reserve, leaving the healing to me. The knights had their hands in their coats, I could sense that they were all very tense. I was also nervous as hell, but Medina did not appear that day. I healed the injured and we left in just twelve minutes.

Skeptics had dismissed the healing videos as fakes when they came out of Eglin. They explained that CGI could have been used to render the same images, once devised, from many different angles. Skeptics ignored the facts and labeled the several dozen Eglin witnesses as hoaxers, as incredible as that may sound.

Most of the skeptics were forced to backpedal when the spectacle of healing took place at a second hospital, and people from a completely different demographic slice of America started to tell the same story in front of their cameras and on social media. The evidence was compelling too. There were close up videos of burn victims and gunshot wounds healed, surgical incisions and sutures vanishing on live stream and social media video. It was hard even for the skeptics to maintain their disbelief, but those that did found a platform on the cable news to loudly ridicule the "doctored videos" and "charlatan healers."

***

Within days of us taking to the skies in the Ray of Dawn, it had become clear that Erica had supplanted Irina as my main fling. Irina was taking full responsibility for appeasing Stu and Denny's sexual desires, a considerable challenge given the sexually charged atmosphere of the ship. Erica was flirtatious, yet she always wound up sticking close to me. Morgana declared that Erica had completed one of the two tasks needed to become a seeker or apprentice witch. Our priestess made the announcement to the coven that Erica had become an aspirant.

"You know, Eli actually had a girlfriend too, until I showed up," Karina pointed out.

"You had another girlfriend?" Morgana asked him.

"Well, more of a fat and abusive nag if you ask me, but she wouldn't go away. In a sense, you could say she said she had feelings for me," Eli explained.

"Well, it counts. Karina has wanted you back for a long time, and her achieving that objective carries all the weight, if you'll pardon the pun," Morgana said. "The fact that this other woman does not compare is quite irrelevant. Well then, let's have a little initiation ceremony, because Erica and Karina can now become witches!"

After that, they could begin to bake magical cookies, brew potions, cast cantrips, heal minor cuts and burns. Of course, they needed spirit energy for all of that with me around that was never a problem. Also, if they completed the other task, they would become seekers, even more powerful.

Two days later, aspirants Erica and Karina found some bad guys during a healing mission. They extracted confessions from each and then stabbed the scumbags in the heart, killing them instantly. Morgana was proud of them and ordained them both as seekers, which meant they had even more spirit energy to work with, and could cast second tier spells. From there on, their powers would grow with practice and hard-earned experience.

When Lucille complained that their deaths were too sudden and merciful, we decided to discuss other options.

"I can't go throwing curses around to torture these bad guys to death, if that's what you think I'm going to do," Morgana said.

"How about this? If we notice anyone with a bad aura, the knights will kill them?" Irina suggested.

"Bad. I don't want them to be our executioners."

"Look, I can take care of the bad guys. I've got aura sight, and I can use fleshcraft to make them die," I said.

"That simple?" Erica asked. "I'm glad you're on our side!"

"There are also people without particularly black auras that we don't want to heal. I'll mark their beds with red lipstick, as I go around checking," Morgana said.

***

Eli had no problem with Karina being a witch. As for Karina, she was full of surprises. Bellevon and Eli very much enjoyed what she did with her sex witch magic in their bedroom.

Erica was excited about her promotion to seeker. Far from being shy about the killing, the finishing school graduate felt relieved that the gangster she punished with death would never again commit wanton acts of barbarism. She was also excited about learning to cast spells of her very own. She seemed wiser knowing firsthand what evil people were capable of doing.

Early the next morning, she gave me a huge surprise. I began to wake up enough to sense her dozing beside me. I spooned and squeezed her in my arms and wished I could fuck her properly. My forearm brushed against something hot and stiff. It wasn't one of my cocks as I had to shrink them away most of the time, nor was it one of Zurknod's tentacle pets. It was Erica. She had fleshcrafted herself a huge cock. She squirmed as I ran my fingers over it, and I knew right away that it wasn't a normal dick. I threw back the covers and sat up to get a good look.

By the predawn light shining through the port holes, I could clearly see it was a horse cock, with a sheath and a flat-tipped head. She saw the surprise in my eyes, her blue eyes were filled with mischief.

"I want you, Jeanie, in a very bad way," she said and I moaned and kissed her.

"Did you make that yourself?" I moaned.

"Yeah, is it okay with you? I was just being edgy, we can change it."

"No! I want it, I want you just the way you want me."

"Good, because I plan on putting this in your ass," she purred.

"Ooh yes," I whimpered submissively. "Tell me what else you want me to do."

"Get on all fours," she told me. "Wait, even better, get a succubus out for us."

"Absolutely, please take as many as you like," Zurknod said, opening a portal into his pocket dimension. Four succubi poked their heads out, smiling seductively and murmuring sweet endearments. Rak'hel and Rashiva were looking gloriously sexy with their bubblegum pink hair, but the other succubi were different. One was a sexy brunette with two sharp horns poking straight up from above her curly pigtails. The other was a strange, translucent blob of violet gel in the shape of a very pretty girl, complete with goo on her head in the shape of long, wavy hair.

"Whoa, who are you two?" I asked.

"Mimi and I just had our transformations," said the brunette. "You don't recognize me?" the brunette pouted playfully.

"Oh, you're Shay!" I gasped. "Damn, you look even sexier than before!"

"Do I?" she beamed, bouncing up and down a couple of times. "I'm a main line succubus so I'm a lot like the twins, but Mimi turns out to be a fairly exotic slimer variety. Don't let her weird looks deceive you, she really is a treat."

"Who should we pick?" Erica asked me, breathlessly.

"Well, I'm curious about Mimi," I replied after a bit of hesitation. The almost completely transparent goo-girl crawled on the bed with us, and I noticed she didn't have a tail or toes either, for that matter.

Soon we were spooning in bed, with myself in the middle. I wasted no time growing out my cocks and sliding them into Mimi.

"Unnghh, she's so warm and tight," I moaned. I pushed my giant cocks into her body, heedless of how they were too big to fit in her torso. Not surprisingly, Mimi's belly expanded to keep both of my turgid shafts enveloped by the outer surface of her hot jelly torso.

Once I was inside the goo girl fully, I held my breath with anticipation. Erica placed her hands on my ass cheeks and spread me wide open with her thumbs, getting a good look at the knot of flesh she intended to invade with two feet of horse dick. Just then, Mimi reached behind me and swiped her fingers over my ass, leaving a trail of extremely slippery gel.

"Thanks for the lube," we both said with giggles of surprise.

Erica nestled her blunt tip against my puckered rear and pushed. She was incredibly hard, and before I knew it she had gently pried my anus open with her huge cock head. Then she plunged that huge monster into my butt. She moaned with triumph as she lodged the first six inches of her veiny girth into my rear end.

Her bestial horse cock felt utterly, obscenely enormous, and it was. I welcomed the huge pillar of flesh into my chute, gasping and whimpering with fulfillment. I had never felt anything so big pushing up into my ass. It was deeply stimulating, and I kept thinking how amazing it was that Erica was taking me. She was fucking me for the first time rather than the other way around. Mimi was icing on the proverbial cake, and her insides rippled aggressively, competing with my equine-endowed lover.

I gasped and moaned as they thrust and fucked me from both sides. I was about ready to scream by the time I had taken three quarters of that immense horse cock, I was so fucking turned on. Mimi could have made me cum but she seemed to be waiting, keeping me on edge. Erica was taking her time, slowly wedging more of that thick horse cock up into me with each thrust.

"Fuck me now, fuck my ass now!" I chanted. I was so close to cumming and I wanted her all the way inside of me when I climaxed.

At my command, she lost every bit of restraint and started thrusting so hard, I thought she was trying to fuck my brains right out of my skull. The sheathed portion of her cock plunged into my asshole and she didn't stop until she was hilted in me. Her horse cock had my body fully impaled. I lay on my side sticking my ass out at her and just trying to hold still so that she could thrust efficiently. She held me at my hips and pulled hard as she thrust again and again. I stifled a scream of passion as her hips started slapping my ass cheeks. It just felt so right. I groaned and tried not to cum right away, but a few spurts of precum gushed out of my cocks and into Mimi.

"Yes, cum!" Mimi cried, her voice sounding muted and distant. Her lips didn't move, the sound was coming from somewhere within.

Erica kept thrusting to the hilt, and Mimi milked my cocks with her dynamically flowing interior walls. Try as she might, the slippery succubus could not steal my attention away from the broad tip of horse cock as it stretched my chute and slid up and down my insides. My whole chute stretched to contain her monstrous girth, but it felt like her tip had grown as wide as a saucer. It was practically in my neck at the top of each powerful stroke. Her shaft kept my upper body from arching or bending very far. In fact, it forced my hips and torso into alignment with her. With my hips immobile, I let Erica and Mimi do all the work.

Erica established the rhythm and delivered one powerful thrust after another. I just held on and Mimi's slippery, jello-like insides squeezed and stroked my cocks. I in turn began to squeeze my chute around Erica on the up stroke. That made us both squeal with pleasure. With my entire anal fuck tunnel being crammed full of surging cock flesh and Mimi writhing and bouncing on my own twin cocks, I was about to cum and cum hard. I let out a long moan, which was syncopated by the cock plugging up my throat from below, plunging through me and pushing my lover's sweet precum up to where I could taste it, and Erica kept thrusting harder and harder. I tried to hold back but Mimi started fucking me frantically, letting out sexy moans and cries as she started cumming.

My cocks tensed up and began to shoot hot jets of cum. I cried out in ecstasy. Looking at Mimi, I could see the cum spurting into her, clouding her body and expanding a chamber in her gelatinous insides. I crested an second wave of pleasure as my anal orgasm joined my first, and a forceful deluge of cum blasted into the goo-girl's body, making her belly stretch and expand.

Erica kept thrusting, her feminine cries joining mine. She began to cum hard, and all that cum coated my throat and began splashing out of my mouth. It tasted incredibly good, like dulce de leche. Wanting to taste that cum, Mimi went full soft and then re-melded her form so that she was facing me. She placed her lips on mine as torrents of cum started to pour out of my mouth. Our lips met in a kiss and nearly all of Erica's cum poured into Mimi's mouth and diffused into her body.

It was a milestone for us and as we caught our breath, I watched Mimi quickly absorb our loads and return to her original sleek shape. Her cute visage was trained on me.

"Again!" came the goo girl's disembodied but adorable feminine voice.

"Oh fuck yeah, let's do that again!" Erica concurred.

As she ploughed me and Erica milked me to my next climax, I decided to peek into the happenings around the ship. I was curious and promised myself to be careful and quick.

Morgana was in bed with Gaff. She was half-dozing, half awake, not wanting to wake him up. He was mostly asleep, but throbbing hard and looking forward to his raven-haired lover. The night before, she had introduced him to light bondage. They had taken turns tying each other up with lacy sashes. Morgana had a thing for restraints herself, but she wanted to get her young lover better acquainted with her passions before she moved on to rope and such.

Irina was already up. She had given each of her knights a good, sloppy blowjob and then left them to sleep in for another hour. She then went to Lucille's room, and the two were mating vigorously.

Bellevon was up early, and making breakfast in the galley. He had already had sex that morning, but it wasn't with his lady, Karina. I was a little curious who else the mohawked warrior might have fucked, since the only other person in Karina's room was Eli. I decided to probe his mind just a little deeper under the surface and found to my surprise that he was in a secret relationship with Lucille. Moreover, Lucille was using fleshcraft cookies to change from being a futanari to a normal woman.

Bellevon's opinion of Lucille was that she was an absolute tornado in bed, relishing her femininity and using it to full effect like only a good sex witch could. Karina had given Bellevon her blessing to fuck Lucille, and Irina and Eli knew as well, but Lucille had otherwise kept the affair a secret because she had still been ashamed of herself for being with a man.

I sighed wistfully, realizing that my snooping on Bellevon had revealed secrets Lucille had not shared with me. I tried not to take it too personally, but I was now extremely curious why she didn't think she needed to tell me. I hoped there wouldn't be anything too suspicious about probing Bellevon's mind just a little more while he was cooking, because I just had to know more.

Bellevon had been approached by Lucille the very first day on the ship when the two of them were in the galley alone. He had been graciously giving Karina and Eli some privacy to make love, and followed the gorgeous futanari up to the galley.

Despite the blonde's coyness, she was lovely to look at and very good company overall. The two hung out and became closer as friends, and Lucille told him about how she used to be Brian. It was still a platonic friendship, but she started to open up to him about herself.

The attraction remained, and the following night they had a couple of drinks while keeping each other company. They started talking about the fact that Lucille had never had sex with a man. She confessed that she was curious to know what it was like to be on the receiving end.

Bellevon didn't know either, but both seemed to be thinking the same thing. As they bantered, his main focus was to sidestep the futanari issue.

"Bellevon, would I be more attractive to you if I was just a woman down there?" she asked, leaving no doubt in his mind as to her intentions.

"It's hard to say, your come hither glances are so bewitching that I cannot say for certain whether it's possible for a lady to be more attractive."

"Oh, flattery!" Lucille looked away, but then turned and looked into his eyes, searching for something.

He wanted to give the impression that he was a little curious about being on the receiving end himself, at least if it was with someone as dazzlingly sexy as she. She excused herself and went to the kitchen, took out a genital gender swap cookie and ate it. In moments, she had lost her cock and grown a vagina, which was fresh and wet and virginal. She showed her pussy to Bellevon and they hurried into her room. There, he took masterful care of her, using his strong fingers and his lips to bring her close to her first vaginal orgasm. She then insisted on sucking his cock, and he had intended to fuck her first. They argued briefly but then Lucille surrendered. It was what she really wanted, and he knew it.

He fucked her through a couple of orgasms and she begged him to cum too. He admitted that he was still under the enchantment that made new knights unable to cum without permission of their matches. Lucille struggled with the thought of revealing her secret to Karina, but moments later she and Bellevon had gotten that awkward moment over with, and Lucille made Karina promise to keep it a secret.

Back in Lucille's room, she had asked him how she should make him cum and where he wanted that cum to go, insisting that it for the moment, it was all about him and nothing was off-limits.

I withdrew from Bellevon's mind at that time, stunned by the revelation that Lucille had sex with a man. I was thrilled but at the same time I felt I had learned a very personal secret. I was afraid that if I pried any further into Bellevon's memories, he might notice, and so I snapped back from the psychic realm.

I took account of my surroundings, which really had not changed. Mimi was still riding my cocks and Erica was impaling my ass from behind, and it was wonderful. I was cumming almost constantly, and pumped another double-load of spunk into the goo-succubus. She voraciously absorbed most of it, but she was starting to swell with spunk.

Still curious about Lucille, I sent my astral presence over to her and Irina. Sure enough, Lucille was on the receiving end, Irina had made herself a futanari for the moment and Lucille was enjoying a thorough ass-pounding! Bellevon had given her a taste of a pleasure she had never experienced before, the heights to which she knew she would always wish to return. Irina knew a few tricks of her own, and Lucille was happy to switch roles at last, and be open to anything her lovers desired.
I moaned with arousal as I realized Lucille had decided to stop keeping it a secret. She wanted to be a slut for all the knights, and for all of us as well. Despite the stress of our mission, our coven was beginning to grow into the kind of free-for-all lovers' community that I thought it had been when Irina first recruited me.

Even Karina and Eli were swingers. They had already welcomed me and other witches into their bed. I mentally moved over to them to check on their mental state. They were embracing and nuzzling one another, and Eli was hard as a rock and about to make his move. Karina could not be happier to be alone with her man. He shared the same feelings but, naturally, he had eyes for every witch in the coven. I didn't worry about that though. I could tell by the way he felt about Karina that she had him wrapped around her finger.

The big revelation that morning was Lucille had begun to like men and cock and she was now, finally, a no-holes-barred kind of sex witch. I decided not to mention anything to her about it just yet. To celebrate, I asked for Zurknod and called for a few tentacles to join us and really spice up my wake up sex with Erica.

"Oh, darling, I thought you'd never ask," she cooed as she overheard my request. She cast a couple of incantations on herself, then on me, gleeful that she no longer needed to rely on cookies to increase her anal pleasure or get her fully lubricated. Casting her own spells also helped her to gradually increase her overall spirit energy reserves. Mimi suddenly absorbed all of the cum that was making her belly swell, and we laughed.

Erica gave my back door a thorough stuffing and the ten or fifteen tentacles that crowded into the room ensured that our other erogenous zones received ample stimulation, and every hole was stuffed with surging flesh. Some of the tentacles had specialized endings, like suction cups for breasts, or tiny little feelers that just worked wonders on our clits and labia. Some secreted aphrodisiacs that increased our pleasure, and they used them to great effect. I came so many times in Mimi that we had to roll her back into Zurknod's portal.

I didn't ask, but Rah'kel and Rashiva joined us after Mimi. They were familiar lovers and really knew how to keep us cumming. With the coven full, they were wearing collars that channeled almost all of the spirit energy I made to Zurknod.

I knew he was more powerful than his size implied, and the aid of a powerful demon usually comes with a greater price. I was grateful for his services, but sometimes I had to wonder just what he was doing with all of that energy. If he was saving up for his next transformation, I worried about just what sort of demon he would become. I had to do something about our contract, or rather, our lack thereof...

***

For the most part we focused on veteran's hospitals and oncology centers. Each healing visit was an amazing experience. We visited one hospital per day, more or less. I had one job and that was to heal everyone that I could.

Hundreds and sometimes thousands of people would show up at hospitals we had visited. They had heard of the healing on the news and were hoping that the miracles would continue. They had various illnesses and infirmities, often quite incurable by modern medicine. They started to squat outside of the hospitals and many refused to leave.

They had a few nicknames, such as "The clubfoot tribe," the "mob of unfortunates," or simply the mob. Clubfoot was a terrible pejorative which was coined to memorialize a time when a group of ill people, led by a man with an actual club foot, rushed past the front gate at Eglin. They hopped police barricades, broke through the locked front doors with bats and tire irons, and staged a sit-in in the waiting room. Media commentators used it incessantly until viewers complained, and then the term abruptly vanished. It was the "mob" name that stuck.

We started to see a pattern with the mob. They showed up after we left, and there were too many in the mob to all be admitted. Frankly most of them had no intention of paying for services. Thus, most loitered outside of the hospital or clogged up the parking, some even pitching tents out there. It became a serious problem in Chicago, and police had to set up barricades all around the hospital, a major inconvenience for the people that worked and lived near there.

We knew we couldn't do anything about the mob until we had a way to reach people, to talk to them all, and we started coming up with ideas but they weren't a priority. We were more concerned with Medina, who we felt was right on our tails at every turn.

We once tried dropping off thirty healing elixirs, but people fought over them and those elixirs disappeared into the hands of some very violent and selfish individuals. We were unable to track down the bandits, mainly because we just didn't have time for it. We decided to only make gifts that were individualized and very discreet. That seemed to lower the risk of trouble dramatically.

One girl ate a cookie on livestream that had been given to her by one of us, when it was clear that she was making every effort to be a man. She had been warned that the cookie would indeed turn her into a male, and to consider it carefully before eating it. Seeing the change and the elation on his face was a shocker for the world. Admittedly, she had been rather common looking as a butch "he" girl. The guy that he ended up as was obviously much more sexy. The internet melted when he lifted his shirt and showed his abs and flat pecs.

Another girl ate a cookie and went from A cups to DD's. Her selfies were among the most viral memes of the month, although some less than charitable things were said about her looks in contrast to her magnificent, mouthwatering bust. She never did get featured on TV. Other more photogenic recipients of healing tended to be featured prominently, telling their stories to the world. Our healing missions had started a ratings war with the news networks, and the news networks already knew they wanted pretty white girls to lead the news hour.

Not all was well, and it wasn't really our fault either. For instance, there was one guy who tried to sell a cookie online, promising that it could restore youth and vitality. We only saw him on the news because after he was found dead, investigators noticed his ads on the web where he was trying to sell this cookie. The cookie had finally sold for fifteen thousand dollars on an online auction site. The scammer had gone to meet the buyer in person. Instead of pulling out a billfold, the buyer pulled out a knife and killed the scammer for the fake cookie.

Many other incidents of "counterfeit cookies" cropped up as well after that. Many times, they were cookies of youth. With dismay, we realized that we had really not thought about the consequences of some of our actions. We tried to think of ways to address the problem, but we could only do so much. I had my hands full just assuring Irina that it wasn't her fault. She did nothing wrong, but there are just bad people in the world.

We always used aura sight. It gave us an edge both in avoiding healing the undeserving, and also in recognizing enemies. There were a few bad patients, and we dealt with them on an individual basis. However, more than a few times we came across doctors or administrators whose auras betrayed them as wicked beyond understanding. Later I would find out these were satanic witches and warlocks. They must not have realized that their disguises were nothing against our aura sight. I wanted to know more but Morgana warned me that it was better not to read the minds of such corrupted individuals.

In the beginning, Eli or one of the knights would ice them in cold blood. Sometimes they shot them, but usually they used their blades. One time, Gaff lopped a hospital administrator's head off and flung it into a biohazard bin.

Most patients were also good and normal folks with healthy auras. If they had gray or questionable auras, I would read their minds and try to make a quick determination on what to do. We would either skip healing on these people, or let the knights deliver justice. Either way, we moved swiftly. No one tried to intervene or arrest us. Denny also decided we needed to leave a calling card so that homicide detectives and forensic teams would not have to bother questioning witnesses or wrapping the hospital in crime tape. We left a streak of red lipstick on the patient's bed, and moved on swiftly.

We varied from full white robes to sexy nurse outfits that Lucille insisted on wearing "at least this one time" at another VA hospital. Often we just wore regular clothes, like when we visited St. Jude's Children's Hospital, or rather, one of several St. Jude's affiliate hospitals. This one happened to be located in Jackson, Tennessee.

Healing was rapid, but fully restoring a cancer patient sometimes required several steps. There was healing the cancer itself, removing any tumors, purging the poisonous chemo in their bloodstream, regrowing their hair, and so on. To speed up our dealings with cancer patients, the witches spent an evening mass-producing quaffable cancer cure potions in crystal vials, and we stocked up on hair-growth cookies as a bonus. As usual, I fueled the coven's potion production power humping the afternoon away in my room with my insatiable harem of succubi.

We had a chance to talk to some of the patients and their parents while we were handing out healing potions and cookies at St. Jude's. All of the parents and the kids knew about us from the news, and accepted that we needed to keep our identities secret. They didn't ask us personal questions or try to delay us. They simply took the time to tell us their child's name and thank us for what we were doing.

The moment they quaffed the potion was so uplifting, we were often moved to tears. The patients felt much better immediately, often better than they had felt after weeks or even months of treatment. It was obvious just by the look of wonder in their faces. After that, they moved on to the cookie "for dessert." The hair growth cookies generally gave about four inches of hair for boys, and a full two feet of hair for girls so that their parents could get any style they wanted. Black boys and girls tended to grow big tangle-free afros. The parents were already eternally grateful to get back their child's health. Each time they looked upon their child and saw their hair had grown in fully, as visible proof that a miracle had truly taken place, left them overwhelmed.

For a split second, I dared to sense the emotions of those around me, and it was wonderful, too much for me to take in fact. If I had continued to sense their euphoric relief and joy, I would have broken down crying just like the rest of them. It was bad enough that I had tears streaming down my face from that time until the minute we left, but I had no time to revel in the moment. I had to continue, dozens were waiting their turn.

Karina, Lucille and Irina were similarly moved. Even Eli couldn't take it, but Morgana, the knights, and Erica remained composed and sharp.

I felt so good about seeing these happy families that sometimes I did a little something for the parents as well. Many of them were suffering silently with chronic joint pain, dental issues, you name it. Often they were too moved by the experience of watching their kids be healed to notice a tingling in their own bodies as I healed them.

Then I moved on, digging my hands deep into my pouch of elixirs with one hand, while withdrawing the next cellophane-wrapped cookie from another with my other hand. Sounds of delight bubbled musically in our wake, and we moved swiftly.

The little children who had faced death were wise beyond their years. I heard them tell their parents the most surprising things. I heard one ask "If magic is real, why become a doctor?" or "Is magic only for girls?" One that I often heard was "If they don't even teach it in college, then where do I go to learn how to make potions?"

I tried to keep track of the healing elixirs we were handing out, but the emotional high made it impossible. With roughly seventy patients there that day, we could not account for at least forty cures handed out. In addition, we even gave about a hundred or so cures to RN Maria Martinez, one of the senior nurses. Every patient had drank their cure, and we took a few minutes to search for anyone we had missed. As we did, I surreptitiously cured a few of the nurses and doctors of foot and joint pain. Oddly, I noticed most of them had herpes, so I cured that as well.

Meanwhile, the knights stood guard in the hallways, but once more there was no attack. After a final call for patients in need of healing, we warned everyone not to try to sell any extra cures. They were to be given to anyone in need freely and as quickly as possible. After making ourselves invisible, we flew out of one of the open windows and back up to the ship.

Later that day, many more outpatients who had been treated at that hospital returned to seek their cure. They soon ran out. Word had gotten out about the extra cures and when no more could be found, desperate parents began to cry, pray, and fight.

One amateur journalist at the scene caught something unusual, however, a woman flying high above St. Jude's. The video quality was a bit fuzzy, but Morgana said that could only be Medina.

The video didn't stay online very long, but it went viral long enough for others to save and re-post, and it came to our attention later that afternoon. Irina did a little digging and found out the video was captured just a few minutes or so after we had left.

We had been very concerned about Medina's response time, not to mention her presence after we had left. We were always watching the news for clues of course, we often had it on in the galley. Other than that stifled video clip, however, we really had almost nothing to go on.

After our visit to St. Jude's, the news announced that the mob had arrived at that hospital. Huge numbers of people gathered there, and it appeared many of them were the actual patients, children.

As we sat in the galley and watched the news coverage continue to show the growing numbers of people that had flocked there, we were sorely tempted to return. Leaving that mob untended was something we just hated to do, but we knew returning carried a high risk of a confrontation with Medina. After all, she had allowed herself to be seen there. We saw that as a warning. If we were to return, we strongly suspected, she or her minions would spring an ambush.

The Denny and the other knights argued that we should return anyway, and Lucille reminded us that the knights were on a quest to destroy the Tranquil Adept, even if Morgana opted for a strategy of evasion. Morgana was isolated in that debate and did not wish to appear cowardly. "Oh what the heck, how bad could it be waging battle against the most powerful sorceress on the planet?" she said, faking a shrug and a smile. "Let's go back!"

They hurriedly whipped up another batch of cures, while I busied myself with the new Shay. Since Erica was practicing making cookies it was just me and the demoness, so I locked the door and brought in tentacles. Shay seemed to enjoy getting constricted by thick tentacles and it felt extra tight fucking her sexy little bod with tentacles wrapped around her slim waist. She could not asphyxiate either, as an immortal, so I enjoyed ploughing her throat while powerful tentacles squeezed and strangled her.

It was fun to watch them choke her and still other tentacles vie for space in her other two fuck holes. I started to wonder if I could put Erica through the same treatment. I was fairly certain that using magic to let her hold her breath longer would certainly work, and this got me even more heated. I came down Shay's throat, imagining that it was Erica getting choked and stuffed full of my cock and tentacles. It should have been obvious to me that the corruption was becoming a factor in my tastes, but I was confident that I had it under control. In fact, it was kind of fun.

***

We brought the ship in close to the hospital that evening, right before sundown. We could see the mob occupying the entire parking area as we stood on the deck and finished casting our buffs and then casting mass levitate on the knights. We flew down as one group, some of us holding hands in fact. The ship's invisibility extended to us for about five seconds after we left the ship's cloaking radius, just about enough time for us to reach the front doors of the hospital. As soon as we got there, we threw open the glass doors and strode in to the reception area, still wearing normal clothes. Nonetheless, everyone recognized us. There were a few exhilarated screams and nurses running to go get their phones.

We returned to the oncology in-patient area we had visited earlier that day, handing out elixirs to the kids. However, within a minute or two a commotion began outside.

We took a peek out of the windows facing the parking lot to see what was going on. The mob had found out we had returned, and were not risking missing out on cures after having come so far. They were surging for the entrances and nothing was going to stop them. Fathers were rushing forward with their children cradled in their arms, mothers too. Voices cried out in desperation. Police barricades were being tossed aside, and cops were shouting "Stay back!" but none dared lift a finger against the wave, until one policeman in full riot gear took aim with a tear gas grenade launcher. We don't know what he was thinking, but he was about to start a riot!

Morgana opened the window and flew out into the chill night air. She wasted no time putting the riot cop to sleep, and he crumpled and fainted, his helmet and body armor softening his fall. Then she spoke to the crowd as she hovered above them. "Everyone, please be patient! We will come outside in just a few minutes! Form orderly rows! Five rows!"

Her flying in midair really got their attention. The mob murmured loudly, with many shouting "Elvira!" It was a nickname that people, not knowing our names, had given Morgana. Once she repeated "Everyone will get healed. Five rows!" enough times, they started to form lines.

That's when the deafening sound of gunfire rang out. A nurse in a faded mauve uniform had snuck up behind us while we were looking out of the window. She pulled out a pistol and begun unloading on us, firing three rounds at Gaff first, for he was the nearest to her. The rounds plunged right into his muscular flesh and through his vital organs. He tried to draw his weapon but soon collapsed amidst gouts of blood.

"Get down! Get down!" I dimly heard over the roar of gunfire.

The nurse turned her pistol on Irina and Lucille and emptied her magazine, many of the rounds went wide but the blondes were both hit several times. My two beautiful friends collapsed immediately.

The killer was also a blonde, an average looking white woman with dark eyelashes and an athletic build, but her deep, black aura gave her away as a satanic witch.

Before any of us had time to react, Stu threw two knives, which bounced harmlessly off of the assailant's eye and neck without so much as a pinprick. She raised her pistol and fired a few blasts at Stu but to her surprise, he literally ran up the walls like a ninja, completely out of her field of fire, and didn't come down. He held on to a sturdy light fixture for a couple of seconds, and she turned her attention to Bellevon. The mohawked knight was next to pounce on the witch, striking swiftly with his Kukri dagger.

By now it was obvious that she had a stoneskin spell in place. Bellevon went to disarm her, knocking the pistol to the ground. He then proceeded to batter and slash at her, pinning her in a corner with a furious flurry of steel and fists. Her stoneskin protection would not last long under that assault. It was a wonder that it held as long as it did.
Once Bellevon engaged, Stu let go of the emergency light and dropped. He drew his two long knives before his feet hit the ground.

I was in the next room handing out cures when the deafening roar of gunfire boomed through the ward. The parents were already shocked by our presence and did not know how to react. Only when they heard Karina and Eli start shouting "Get down! Get down!" did they grab their children and hide down on the ground.

It took five, maybe ten seconds for me to realize we were being ambushed. That was my cue to head into the fight and heal any injured. Time started to slow for me as my adrenaline surged.

I burst out of the room and into the hallway, and saw Stu closing in on that nurse with both blades drawn. Bellevon was already doing his best to lop her head off, but somehow she was still fighting back bare-handed. I still hadn't seen the ones she had shot, as they were in the next room down the hall.

That is when a fusillade of bullets came whipping through the hallway, battering Stu and nearly killing me too. We were both hit multiple times. The pain was everywhere, until a bullet burst through my neck. For a split second I was certain my throat and spine were destroyed, because I couldn't feel anything else. I began to topple, and I knew I needed to heal myself quickly.

I caught myself on my elbows and knees. My arms and legs had life once more, and I screamed in pain as more bullets tore into my side.

Still bleeding from multiple wounds, I picked Stu up and flew us out of the kill zone. I took him into the nearest room, which was where the others had been ambushed.

I had been reaching out to heal enough trauma since Chicago to know how to deal with bullet wounds. The only difference between us and those patients were that in our case, some of the bullets were still inside of us. We were also under attack, and every second counted as I tried to focus on each wound individually.

While I healed a bullet wound in Stu's liver and lungs, I became aware of Irina and Lucille, slumped against the wall, dark blood spreading across their shirts and their blue jeans. As soon as I was done healing Stu, I attempted to heal them. Both had bullets lodged in their bodies. Lucille's was gushing blood from her upper torso and a steady flow of blood was coming out of her mouth and so on. I closed up her wounds and then moved on to Irina. Next I began to heal Gaff, who had taken three to the chest and had only moments to live. Frustratingly, I had to leave all three bullets inside of him. Then I got back to myself, with some bullet holes in my shoulder, hips and thighs. I had been shot eleven times.

At the same time, Morgana flew back inside. She pointed her outstretched palm at the blonde witch and a flurry of yellow bolts blasted out, each striking the witch and doing absolutely no damage.

"Dispel! Dispel!" Karina yelled.

Morgana understood and she cast dispel magic on the witch. Bellevon's next blow took off the witch's hand.

The witch let out a scream like a banshee and the blood from her wound started to burn, some of it igniting Bellevon's coat. She danced away from him in a moment of distraction and he tried to advance. His coat started to really go up in magical flames, forcing him to take it off even as the material burned up into tatters.

Morgana didn't wait another moment. She pointed her palm at the witch and said an incantation that sent a purple blast of energy into the witch's chest. The wave of purple energy lacerated her to the bone. Her mutilated body slammed into the corner of the room, along with a splash of her burning blood. What was left of her corpse crumpled to the ground and everything in that corner started to burn like a bonfire, releasing thick black smoke.

Before anyone else could react, Eli began dousing the fire with a fire extinguisher, choking the flames with icy clouds of carbon dioxide.

"Shields and shells, let's go!" Karina yelled, pulling a glock out of her jeans. Her command was meant for Irina and Lucille, who quickly began casting protection spells on us, starting with the knights, then Karina, Eli and the rest of us. The knights took off after the one that had shot me and Stu. I had another idea, however. I whispered into my shoulder, and Zurknod agreed to take the witch captive if he could do it without the knights seeing.

The knights gave chase, and Morgana did not have the time nor energy reserves needed to cast stoneskin on everyone. She cast it on Gaff alone, and he led the way, with the other knights staying behind him.

They sprinted down the hallway, charging at the witch as she fired upon them. Gaff was the only one who could safely fire back, and he shot the sinister assailant in the face. Her stoneskin was still in effect and the bullet ricocheted off harmlessly. She returned fire fearlessly, hitting Gaff several more times. His stoneskin spell still held, but it could not take much more..

"Zenik mal! Irina shouted from where she stood in the back ranks. The witch's carbine was ripped from her hands, and not a moment too soon. It skidded towards the knights.

The witch recognized when she had lost. She had no gun, no covering fire, and and faced onrushing fighters supported by an entire coven of witches. She ducked behind the corner, levitated off the ground and up into a trap door in the ceiling.

While she moved to shut the trapdoor and conceal her escape route, a pocket dimension opened up behind her, and a multitude of tentacles emerged from the glowing interdimensional rift. They encircled her wrists and ankles, her waist and neck. Almost instantly, they had her restrained, muffled and gagged. They slapped her until her stone skin spell wore off.

Then the tentacles went to work on her, tearing off her scrubs, panties and bra. To steal her spirit energy and render her powerless, they forced themselves into her three major orifices, even as they started dragging her into the portal.

The knights stopped when they came around the corner of the T-intersection and saw only empty hallways. It took a moment before they noticed an opening in the ceiling. The ventilation shaft was a dangerous choke point and pursuit was called off. Instead, we asked them to be extra vigilant, and they immediately began to form a perimeter of security and clear the rooms on that floor.

"I have the witch," Zurknod whispered in my ear. "You may call off your men."

"I can't tell them that," I replied. "What's going to happen to her?" I murmured, safely out of earshot of the knights.

"Ah, well, my Hornunckthulide is starving, surely you understand," he whispered, intentionally vague.

"We need to keep her for questioning," I told him firmly.

He made a fuss and gave me a list of excuses.

"We will feed your demon, I promise, but we have a situation here, and I need the prisoner intact."

"Who said she was a prisoner? You- are you serious?"

"Yes, Zerky, I mean it!"

"Oh come on! I don't take orders from you!"

"Yeah, but you want to stay on my good side, ol' buddy. Is she alive now?"

"Of course, it would be a waste to rush-"

"She better be alive when we check on her." I should have probably said something about not letting the Hornunckthulide have its way with our captive, but we had just been ambushed and shot by her. I confess, at the time I really didn't give two shits if the creature raped her in sixteen different ways. Once Zurknod agreed to save her for questioning, I had no more time for arguing with him.

We all crouched near cover by the doorway of the room where we had regrouped. There was blood in the hallways, a fair bit of it ours.

"Is this it?!" Irina gasped breathlessly. "Is Medina behind this ambush!? What do we do?"

"Were there any more witches?" Morgana asked.

The knights who had been in the crossfire at the time seemed confident that there had been only two.

"Well, one got away, and most covens have three or more witches," Morgana said. "They could be setting up their next ambush, or they could be hiding simply because they know they are outclassed."

"At any rate, if we are doing any more healing here, we have to move!" Karina said.

Parents and kids were still cowering behind beds in every adjacent room, so the knights kept their muzzles pointed up as they checked the rooms for any remaining hostiles. We moved behind them and continued to hand out cures to the last of the cancer patients. The mob in the parking lot had retreated to the edges of the parking lot at the sound of gun fire.

About that time, a couple of police officers stormed the floor.

We figured the police knew us and the knights enough to treat us as friendlies. However, two cops saw the knights with weapons drawn and opened fire without warning.

Bullets bounced harmlessly off of Gaff, but Denny took a bullet to the ribs and Stu was hit in the thigh. They interlocked their arms and tried to remain standing, because if they took cover it would have exposed us to direct fire. Gaff raised his HK and blasted them with a ten round burst, many rounds hitting their mark.

"Don't shoot! Cease fire!" Lucille yelled. "Cease fire!"

I healed Denny as soon as I realized he had been hit. Then I healed Stu. Denny ran over to the cops and checked them, and I followed. Their bullet proof vests had provided some defense, but a few of the rounds had found their marks, and the hollow points had done grievous damage. The cops had only moments to live.

I healed them, even as Denny kicked away their guns and handcuffed them behind their backs with their own cuffs.

"We are gonna be in trouble when the news hears we shot some cops," I muttered to Denny, and he nodded.

Just then, a parent of one of the patients came out of one of the rooms. She put on a brave face as she walked slowly toward us. A ricochet had struck her in the arm. I took a moment to heal her injury.

"Thank you!" she said, lifting her hands and looking at them, then at her previously injured arm.

"Let me help," Morgana said. "There, bullets to droplets. That piece of shrapnel in your arm is gone." I in turn healed the little void where the twisted bullet fragment had been.

"There, all fixed," I told her.

"Oh, wow, thank you!" she exclaimed, running back into the room. She came out with a child no more than six. She was sporting a huge mane of blonde hair after eating a hair growth cookie. I gathered that she had been a cancer patient we had already cured.

"Thank you for helping my mommy," the little girl said. "I knew you could do it."

I smiled at her. "We're glad to help," I said, nodding anxiously and holding my hands out to tell her that she needed to get back in the room and hide.

"Why did the police shoot at you?" the child asked.

"They just didn't know we were the good guys. They are going to be alright, they were wearing bullet proof vests."

"I saw you heal them. That tells me they are not the bad guys, and you're really good."

"You should get inside that room and take cover," I said.

"How about the bad guys? Are they all gone now?"

"We're not sure, that's why-" I started to say.

"Okay, we'll go back and hide some more. Thank you, healing lady."

I watched the girl scamper away with admiration. She was more tuned in to our reality than most adults, certainly more than the hapless cops who tried to arrest or kill us.

Directly after that encounter, more parents and children came out to the doorways to express their thanks.

"Everyone, please, stay in your rooms for now," Eli said, raising his muzzle to the ceiling. "For your own safety, we need to clear this floor and make sure the shooter is stopped. Don't worry, we are professionals."

People did shrink back to the doorways, but now they wanted to see us. They did not fear the knights with their swords and guns, because they knew we were not hostile. They would not go away.

"We need to go out to the parking lot," Lucille said. "We got everyone here, I'm sure."

"I think you're right," Morgana said.

"Let's go then. Boys!" I called after the knights. "Men! Gather up! Let's head out to the parking lot."

Thus we gave up trying to clear the hospital. As far as the knights were concerned, that last witch we encountered got away, and this made them very nervous. Rather than tell them the truth, we decided to let them keep guard in tactically sound places overlooking the parking lot.

When we came outside to greet the mob, they rushed up and surrounded us, unfazed by our weapons. Some of them were carrying weapons as well, having heard gunfire.

There were hundreds of people, far more than we had ever tried to heal before, but we came prepared with quite a few cancer potions and besides, there was a lot that I could do for people just using my innate powers. We stayed in the parking lot almost a full hour, passing out healing potions and curing everything from diabetes to minor facial scars. People carried a nurse out to us on a gurney during that time. She had been hit by a bullet in the crossfire and it had shattered her femur just above the knee. She was in stable condition but doctors warned she might lose the leg.

That was not going to happen, I informed them. As I mended her bone and her flesh, Morgana transmuted the bullet into harmless water. She had already done the same for all of us, and I had gone back to heal any traces of the injuries those embedded bullets had left behind.

We wanted to ask some of the people we spoke with if they knew anything about the nurses who had ambushed us. The body of the witch Morgana killed could not be identified at first, but we gave a description to other nurses and they soon concluded that it must have been a woman who went by the name Geena Collins. We asked those nurses about her and who her friends were. In conjunction with a little mind-reading, I gained a few flashes of insight about Collins from each of the people who knew her. We found out that there were two more suspicious witches in the coven, we found out their names, and the name of a Dr. Eugene Clipper, who was almost certainly a warlock that dominated the coven. Unfortunately, Dr. Clipper was nowhere to be found, nor were the other witches.

TV and Internet news agencies arrived while we were still at the scene. We considered going to give interviews, but the media was less and less friendly and we felt healing was the bigger priority. They were on a righteous kick about how we ought to hand over as many cures as we could produce to the UN or the Red Cross so that they could be distributed to those most in need. It was odd about how every outlet was on the same page in that regard. In the end, the mob ended up forming a barrier and media reporters and cameramen could not penetrate it to approach us.

We watched the news closely later that night. The nurse whose bullet wound I healed gave an interview at the scene, as did many healed patients who were still there when the media showed up. There were also more patients who had arrived after the incident, and were hoping that we would return again.

"Well, that was a tough scrape," Irina said.

"It was terrible," Gaff said. "How did we lose so decisively?"

"We won, in the end," Lucille said, unconvincingly.

"I'm just glad you're okay, thanks to Jeanie." Morgana said. "Jeanie, you got shot in the neck, you know? You barely even fell down!"

"I didn't have time, we were still getting shot," I said, exchanging glances with a grateful Stu.

"Mistress Morgana, can you explain to us how our protection spells failed so catastrophically?" Denny asked.

"It was a trap. They knew we were coming. They knew we would be protected. They might have cast a spell that dispelled all of our enchantments," Morgana mused. "Except it did not seem to affect our aura sight. It only affected our stoneskin, which is almost impossible to notice until it's too late."

"Is there such a spell?" he asked.

"There is a spell to dispel only abjuration spells," Karina said, pulling out her phone. "What was it called? Hmm. Ah here we go. Tier Seven, Nosu's Ambush Enhancement. Whoa. It doesn't just dispel stoneskin. It steals it and puts all abjuration spells from one group, and puts it on your own group."

"Why those sneaky bitches!" Lucille swore. "How did they get access to a Tier Seven spell?"

"That's a good question," Morgana said.

"The recipe has been passed down in satanic circles. It's-" Karina began.

"Okay but how did they cast a tier seven spell?!" Lucille asked again. "Morgana can't even cast that, and she's the best sex witch there is! She totally outclassed those witches."

"They might have gotten help," Morgana said. "I may be a heck of a sex witch, but some satanic witches and warlocks are too dangerous for me to mess with."

"Are you ruling out Medina?" I asked.

Morgana shook her head. "She could have given them the scroll, I suppose, except she wasn't there to help them. It was over too quickly."

"So what do you think?" Irina asked.

"A powerful witch or warlock could have created that scroll. Dr. Clipper might have made it, or..." she trailed off.

"Or what?"

"Maybe it was given to his coven by an even greater warlock. It's possible that he serves someone else. There are some bad satanic guys out there, I mean, they have reveled in many hundreds of bloody human sacrifices to get there." We all got quiet for a moment.

"What if we get ambushed Nosu style again?" I asked, breaking the silence. "He could have more, right?" I asked.

"It's possible." Morgana said thoughtfully.

"I still I want to go back! Wasn't healing so many people just the best!?" Irina enthused.

"Besides, there is still a witch there, that we know," Eli said. "She can recruit more and rebuild a coven. I can't stand the thought of there being any left there." He placed a hand on Karina's knee, who was sitting behind him, and she looked up at him with admiration and placed a hand over his.

"Taking out covens has never been our priority," Lucille said.

"Look, more and more people are showing up," Karina said, pointing to the big screen where the news media were covering the event. "People have been driving all day to get there. You remember, they were still trickling in when we left."

"More and more will come," Lucille said. "Fewer and fewer will be children."

"Our priority is to defeat and destroy Medina. Our strategy of luring her out seems not to be working," Gaff said. "We remained for the better part of an hour at the very least."

"Guys, I'm sorry to have to remind you of this, but our goal, the Sisters, is not to take down evil covens nor to pursue the knight's quest. Our goal and priority is to help people," I told them. "Whether they are kids or not is kinda irrelevant."

"So what do you propose we do?" Morgana asked indulgently. It was clear from her tone that she wanted me to make the decision and speak for the coven.

"We keep helping people," I replied, a bit taken aback by how she thrust the reins of leadership in my unsteady hands.

"Are we going back to St. Jude's, then?" Morgana pressed.

"Um, yes. Perhaps tomorrow. Let me think about it." I just remembered I had a prisoner to interrogate.

"Why don't we all discuss it here?" Stu said halfheartedly.

"Yes, let's have it out then," Bellevon agreed, also sounding disappointed. They could tell when we were going to be mysterious in our ways, even if the knights were also putting their lives on the line. Moreover, it was clear that they did not like hearing that their quest was not a priority. I began to understand why they would jump at an opportunity to get out of this commitment.

"I'm sorry guys, we will get to the quest sooner or later, or it will come to us. If it doesn't, we might have to consider, um," I hated to tell them we might abandon the quest. "We might have to consider some things, okay? Look, I'll be back real soon-"
"We understand, and we trust you," Denny said, and the other knights nodded, all of their eyes on me.

"Thank you, Denny, that means a lot. Thanks all of you."

I shut myself in my room, alone. Well, Zurknod was sitting invisibly on my shoulder, and now he reappeared.

"Way to get shot out there," he said. "In the neck, Jeanie, the neck! Even a zombie should have died!" He found this extremely humorous for some reason. I did not.

"Zurknod, I wish to speak with our prisoner. Is she ready for interrogation?"

"I don't remember you asking me to prepare your prisoner for interrogation. Perhaps you want me to cook and clean for her as well?!"

"Can I see her?"

"Well she's right inside my pocket dimension, want me to get her for you?"

"Yes, please. Thank you, Zurknod. Um, she's not dangerous, is she?"

"Virtually all of her spirit energy has been drained and the Hornunckthulide has taken the fight out of her. You know, maybe she should lie on the bed, she's had a long day."

"Okay, that sounds fine," I said, puzzled by his sudden seriousness.

"I'll try to deposit her gently."

"You know Zerky, you're alright. I liked that trick you pulled, snagging the witch while she was out of sight of the knights. Wicked timing."

"Oh stop 'mistress,' you are making me blush," he said in a sarcastic tone, but I could tell he was pleased with himself. He loved any time that I could use words like 'wicked' and 'vicious' to describe him. We were getting along far better than usual, so I acted sweetly and waited for him to deposit the prisoner on the bed.

He opened a portal a full four feet above the bed. Quite unexpectedly, a pale greenish slime began to pour out, coating the half the bed.

"Oh, gross! My fucking bed!" I complained loudly.

A pair of feet, legs, and the extremely bloated upper body of a naked woman slid into view amidst the stream of slime. Once her ass cleared the portal's edge she plummeted down the last few feet and landed on the bed with a crash and a splash of slime.

Her blonde hair was dripping, soaked with more of that slime. She looked like she weighed 300 pounds because her fluid-packed belly was sloshing about, but I could tell that she was normally quite slender. Aside from the web of streaked mascara all over her face, she was actually kind of pretty. Reminding myself that I could get any witch to clean up the slime with cantrips, I focused on asking questions.

"What is your name?" I asked, my tone firm and aloof.

I saw a look of discomfort on her face, and then she opened wide as one of the Hornunckthulide's larvae crawled out of her mouth. The huge multi-legged insect-like creature crawled away nonchalantly. Once it was out, she tried to swallow and looked very uncomfortable.

"Audrey," she croaked. She grimaced weakly and then vomited more of that green slime all over herself. She started gagging and choking, her throat bulging obscenely with another one of those creature caught in her throat. I waited for almost a minute before the choking girl managed to pass the thing out of her throat and mouth. She looked ready to pass out, and gasped for air. It was clear she wasn't in any shape to talk.

"I guess I'll be doing a little mind reading," I thought to myself, steeling myself for possible horrors contained within this satanic witch. I envisioned my psychic fortress and began to focus in on her. I wondered what sort of psychic fortress I might find.

What I found was not surprising. In my psychic training, Morgana had told me that most people had no fortress or defenses at all. Even humans who were versed in the occult often had fortresses that resembled wooden barricades, brick houses, or other meager walls. Whatever Audrey's fortress had been, the walls had been blown away but for a few planks of wood. She lay prone upon a dirt foundation. There was another figure standing over her who I recognized immediately.

Morgana, what are you doing here? I asked.

Finishing up the interrogation. You better take a look for yourself. Don't worry, she hasn't been fully initiated yet.

I peered into Audrey's memories, carefully at first, then with increasing boldness. To my shock, she was not as evil as I had expected. She had been pressed into the coven because Dr. Clipper had an eye for her. His coven recruited her to take the place of another witch who they murdered just to show Audrey what they were capable of. Clipper liked fresh victims besides. The most junior member of the coven was never treated with any sort of respect. She was the victim of frequent humiliation, petty acts of blackmail, and she was also the gopher for them when they did not wish to leave the hospital, even though this exposed her to bouts of ethereal attacks.

To keep his witches from even thinking about turning on him, Eugene Clipper placed a powerful evil curse right on each of them, and Audrey was no exception. The curse took the form of a rune which appeared on her pelvis, right above her muff. It made her get horny and aroused every few hours. Her craving for sex could not be truly satiated by anyone but he. Withdrawal from his dick would set in after about 24 hours, with strong levels of arousal. In 72 hours it would make her pussy itch and burn, the curse too intense to allow her to think about anything else but fucking anything or anyone. Sex would ease the burning but not stop it, unless Eugene fucked her. If she had not fucked him by the end of the week she would spontaneously combust, burning like a Roman candle from the inside out, or at least, so she had been told. By the two-day mark, she became utterly desperate.

There was a room in the hospital where she would have sex with men who had paid for it. She sometimes earned big tips but Eugene confiscated all of it and in return, he would fuck her too.

Dr. Clipper also took the time to entrap her family members in blackmail schemes, to ensure she never considered rebellion or suicide.

The curse had been one way for him to keep control of her. The rune was actually his initials merged into one letter. In addition to becoming one of his sex slaves, she gave him most of her income and lived in the hospital.

Audrey was once a well-loved and caring nurse who worked well with children. Under compulsion, she had done some fairly nasty things, however. Most commonly, the coven required her to inject her patients with toxins and even cancer-causing viruses. She had been conflicted, but obeyed, and these acts weighed on her conscience, but it was counterbalanced by the blackmail of her family. She had done whatever she had to in order to protect them.

Knowing what had happened to her and the compulsion she had been under, I actually started to feel sorry for her. At the same time, I felt rage at her for what she had done, the young children she harmed, the sorrow and anguish that had been inflicted on their parents just to feed Eugene's coven. All the while, the parents had thought their children were receiving the best possible treatment.

You are probably wondering if there is redemption for her, Morgana telepathed to me. It's possible. Her heart still feels remorse, but it will not be easy for her truly gain redemption on her own. She will need our help, just as she had help hurting all those lives.

Do we even have time for that?

Anything is possible with magic, Morgana assured me. It would be easier if we dealt with Medina first. If we help Audrey, we are going to help the people she hurt, which is one of our priorities, right? It also means she is going to help us take out the warlock, Eugene Clipper.

Is that why you want to help her? You want the warlock?

Don't you? He's an immediate threat to everyone who might come to this hospital. He will want to take a human sacrifice as soon as possible.

Oh! Wow, I see. Well, of course we should do something about him. Can we ever trust Audrey, though? Even after what I did to her with the tentacles?

She was the one that shot you and Stu! I think you're almost even, and if you promise to set her free, she'd be even happier. We can also read her mind after we lift the curse to make sure she's on our side.

Oh, of course. How do we dispel the curse?

Let me handle it.

We left the psychic realm and returned to our physical senses. The room was starting to get crowded with eggs, with at least twenty lining the walls. The door unlocked, slid open, and Morgana joined us, shutting and locking it behind her. Audrey was almost back to her normal size, and was in the process of egesting the last few tentacle larvae. With her belly no longer in the way, I could see the tattooed rune on her pelvis.

"Audrey? Can you speak?" Morgana asked.

The girl nodded, then shook her head. In her weakened state, she didn't bother to clench or bend over, she simply opened her mouth and heaved weakly while the last larvae crawled out of her mouth.

"What has happened to me?" she moaned.

"Audrey Bennings, I think you will want to hear this offer. We can help you get back at Eugene and redeem yourself."

"I can't," she said in despair.

"You can! Do you want to?"

"Yes, of course!" she wailed. "I can't though! They have dirt on me, on my family, and the curse! If the curse is lifted, they will know!"

"They? Who is they?" Morgana asked.

"They know about the coven. He answers to them!"

"We know about the Eugene, his coven, the curse and the blackmail." Morgana went on. "We'll help you put an end to it."

"Eugene is not the only one!" she blurted.

"Charma!" Morgana gasped. "It's Charma O'Dorean!" Morgana had read Audrey's surface thoughts.

"Shh don't say it!" she interrupted.

"Uh, sounds like a kids cereal. Is that bad?" I joked. The look of fear and panic that came across Audrey's face seemed to answer my question.

"It scares her. O'Dorean runs an organization for multiple satanic covens. It is by far the largest of its kind in the world. She operates primarily out of North America."

"Oh, I had no idea there was anything like that!" I gasped.

"Well, there is. I've avoided her all these years because she is, well, too much for me, or was."

"Don't speak of her!" Audrey cried. "Please, stop!"

"Be quiet!" Morgana snapped. "You're becoming more of a headache than you're worth, girl." She made an arcane gesture and reached out toward the witch while inspecting her carefully. The rune above her pelvis glowed purple for a moment, followed by a bright red glow from her heart and a yellow glow in her head.

"It's not good. She's got a few enchantments on her besides the curse. One is tied to the curse, and constantly sends a signal to whoever is blackmailing her. Once the curse is off, the signal dies. Once the signal dies, O'Dorean or whoever is at the other end could decide to release the blackmail payload specific to Bennings and her kin."

"They are watching, they are watching," Audrey murmured.

"They can't scry into our ship." Morgana snapped. "The signal works a little differently, unfortunately."

"So if we undo the curse, dirt on her family comes out?" I asked.

"I'm afraid so."

"Can we avoid that? Maybe create a new signal, a counterfeit, after we dispel the curse?" I asked.

"No. Hold on, let me think a moment. Yes, that could work."

"What? What are you going to do?!" Audrey yelped.

"I told you to shut up!"

"Want me to fleshcraft her mouth shut? Just temporary."

Morgana ignored my snide remark. "It won't be easy, but we should do something about O'Dorean, maybe eliminate her. However, others would try to move in to take her place if she were dead, so we might get more traction out of intimidating her."

"How?"

"Mmm, a psychic attack would work best. Charma is known to be formidable in that realm, but I am pretty devastating myself."

"I'm good too," I said.

"You're not ready for the likes of Charma, I'm afraid. Far, far too innocent, and I like that about you. Leave this one to me."

"So are we going to fly there with the Ray of Dawn?"

"I guess so. We'll have to get close. Her headquarters is in northern New Jersey. She runs a chain of clothing stores, men's clothing, as a front. I have an idea about what we can do, but first we deal with Clipper."

"Wait! Don't do anything!" Audrey screamed.

Morgana raised her hands and cast a spell, zapping Audrey with a forceful mind spell. The girl fell back onto the pillows of the bed in a daze.

There. She has forgotten about the blackmail. I've also dispelled a homing signal that let Eugene keep tabs on her, it seems there is no contingency spell connected to that. I'm not sure, but I'm not taking chances. I'll leave the curse alone for now. We have a few days to figure that one out, but I think we can override the part where it has to be the doctor that sates her. Morgana telepathed.

"Hmm, we better do something about this slime. Referum Zeferum Vastinus vime, clean up all this gooey slime!" she intoned. The entire mess of slime on my bed was whisked away. Audrey's nude body was covered in goose bumps and her perky little nipples got hard.

Morgana placed a blanket over her and spoke gently. "Audrey, wake up dear. Hey, you're okay now, you're fine. Can you take us to where Eugene is hiding?"

"Y-yes." she replied, still a little confused as to why she had suddenly changed her mind. "What then?"

"Then we kill him."

"If he dies, the curse will consume me," she murmured. "I'll have to commit suicide after I kill him." She steeled herself as she realized what she must do, what she always wished to do but could not for some reason. She had forgotten about the blackmail threat against her family. "I don't just want to kill him. He needs to be tortured, not just for me, but for everybody he has hurt!"

"Torture is wrong," I said. "We-"

"That's okay, Jeanie. This is different. Torture is acceptable as a form of revenge against slave masters. What do you think the curse did to her?"

"Tortured me, used me," Audrey said, a tear running down her cheek.

"You see Jeanie, slavery violates natural law. It deprives a woman of her own self, her volition, her path in life. Even if she gets that back, if she is to carry out retribution that could also involve violations of natural law. This is permissible if doing so does not create a cycle of revenge."

"I'll have to die anyway, because of the curse," Audrey said. "I-I don't know why I waited so long. He took everything from me," she said, looking confused. "My life was a lie, a living nightmare."

"We'll take care of the curse," Morgana said. "I think."

"Really?!"

Morgana nodded slowly. "It's within my powers to remove it, but you'll have to trust me and wait it out a little."

Tears of joy filled Audrey's eyes, but then she looked distant again. "I still want to torture that bastard a little."

"I won't stop you, but I don't have much of a stomach for it myself."

"Trust me, I can handle it," Audrey said. "He hurt me. I should be the one to hurt him back."

"You really think you can?" Morgana asked. Something in her tone seemed to imply that she knew Audrey was not capable of much torture either.

"I just need a way to keep him tied down and helpless, as he did to me."

"That I can arrange."

Audrey gave Morgana an appraising look, neither convinced nor any longer afraid. "You are powerful, I'll admit," she said. "Whatever it takes, I'm on board. Let's do it soon, please!" Audrey glanced to the side and noticed the cocoons. "Oh fuck what the hell are those?!"

"Those, if you start to get squeamish, will be our way of ensuring he gets punished," Morgana told her. "Don't be afraid, they won't hurt us, they're quite tame. Now then Audrey, we need to know where he is."

"I doubt he left the hospital. It's his sanctuary. He has a secret lair in the hospital basement. I'll lead you to the secret doorway. Yennefer, our coven's priestess, is probably there too. He's got all sorts of wards and doors that only open to him, and even I don't know where his secret escape passage leads to."

"A secret escape passage?"

"Take us there, I'll magically open them and we'll rush in full speed. He won't escape," Morgana said. "Zurknod, we need you to put away your things please." With a wave of her hands, she conjured a set of street clothes for Audrey. "Here, put these on."

"Wow! Thanks." She threw off the covers and started to get dressed.

I watched her pull on a pair of pink panties. I'll admit, she was no Erica but she was still a real hometown cutie. Toned, slender, and pale all over, with a pretty clear complexion. I reached out with my powers and noticed that she had herpes, so I cured it.

"Does he have any more scrolls? Booby traps?" I asked.

"Scrolls?"

The others never told her about any of that stuff. Morgana telepathed me. You must have forgotten to check those things when you read her mind. Did I distract you, perhaps?

"Nevermind," I said sheepishly.

"Do you mind telling me where I am? I don't remember how I got here." She was looking out of the portholes, at distant lights far below in the blackness of a Tennessee night.

"We're aboard the Ray of Dawn, a stealth airship and the base of operations for the Sisters of Harmony. I am Morgana, High Priestess, and this is Jeanie Carter, who you can thank for your life."

"Thank you, Ms Carter," she said.

"Call me Jeanie."

"I'm lucky to be alive. If your goons had gotten to me," she murmured. A look of confusion crossed her face. "What happened after that? How did you-"

"A sleep spell," Morgana bluffed.

"They're not goons, by the way. They are very decent and wonderful and brave. They're on your side now, on our side." I told her.

"They are Faroldian Knights, skilled martial artists and as bold and fearless as they come," Morgana said.

"I-I think I've heard of them. Oh wow."

"They would have killed you, I can assure you," Morgana said. "They don't like satanic witches. You are no longer with their coven, officially, nor are you officially in ours. You should probably go back to living a normal life after this. No more Satanic worship, is that clear?"

"Perfectly, of course! I would never, ever-"

"We'll come back some day to help you atone for your sins, but we have other things to do first. One of those things is we take down Eugene and Yennefer. How's that sound?" As she spoke, my homunculus appeared and opened a portal, then started levitating all of the egg-like cocoons into his pocket dimension.

"Sounds good. Um, what the heck is that, is that a live demon?"

"Yeah. He's a nasty, vicious freak, but our friend," I said.

"Zurknod is the name," the demon said, doing a little backflip. "It's a pretty good gig working for Jeanie. If I were you I'd polish up my resume and apply. A witch is a witch, right?"

"Sorry, this is a lot to take in. So wait, how in the hell did you get an airship?! Where did it come from?"

"We built it," Morgana chuckled.

"Built it? Oh, like you secured a government grant?" This was how many covens operated when they needed to expand. Getting grants is very easy when you have contacts in the state or national legislature.

"We built it with magic and it flies on pure magic."

"But how did you get so much magic? How are you able to do so much?!"

"We'll tell you later," Morgana said.

"You have a demon friend, and what did I sleep through?" She looked at each of us in turn but I took a cue from Morgana and just smiled enigmatically. "I'll do whatever you say if we can just kill Eugene." She glanced at Zurknod and his levitating eggs as they disappeared into a floating interdimensional portal, then hung her head down in submission. "Just please, please don't be evil."

"Trust us, we wouldn't even have this little fellow around if he wasn't so damned useful," I joked.
"Hey I heard that!" Zurknod griped testily.

"And vicious," I added.

"That's better," he grumbled.

"I hope you can help us find Clipper," I told her. "Are there any other witches in the coven?"

"No, just the three of us plus Eugene. You already killed Greta, and good riddance to her too."

"I think I like her," Morgana told me. "Come on Miss Bennings, let me introduce you to the rest of the crew." Jeanie, start recharging the coven.

Once they had shut the door, I called Rak'hel and Rashiva to my bedside. They sucked me to full hardness, then each of them bit me gently to inject me with succubus venom. They still thought it was funny how I could withstand routinely overdosing on their aphrodisiac. I waited for them to take my raging crowns into their mouths. Then I grabbed them by their pink hair and lustily slammed my cocks down their bulging necks. I didn't stop face-fucking the twins until they had been all but drowned in a deluge of cum.

***

We returned to the hospital after midnight. Rather than all of us go deal with Clipper, we went as a small infiltration team: Lucille, Karina, Audrey, Zurknod and myself of course. We used flight and invisibility to get past the police barricades. The hallways were empty.

Audrey led us to the basement. We followed her down a maze of corridors, the ceilings lined with pipes and plumbing, and finally we arrived at an inconspicuous wall.

"This is it," she whispered.

"Everyone ready?" Morgana asked.

"Hold on," I said. I decided on my own to try to look through and get a psychic reading, but the way was totally blocked. I didn't know if anyone was in there or not. "Damn, nothing."

"Telorum nocta, velorum leena!" Morgana intoned, and the wall became a door.

Just then, all magic in our vicinity, including our invisibility and aura sight, was dispelled. In the same instant, a rapid beeping began from right above our heads. Lucille spotted the explosive device first. "Oh shit!" was all she had time to say. With a shrill beep, the charge went off.

Dust was everywhere, and debris rained down on the protective dome Morgana created at the last split second.

"Fuck! Hey, we're not dead? Fuck that was close!" Lucille gasped.

Pipes that ran along the wall now littered the floor or hung helter skelter, some pouring water, some steam, others nothing. There must have been solid concrete above us, because the explosion had not put a hole through to any levels above.

"We need to move, come on!" I shouted. I was furious. I didn't want anything to happen to us, and we very nearly all got turned to ketchup. I fleshcrafted my body, growing powerful muscles in my arms, strong legs, plus huge claws instead of hands, and I grew out my face like that of a lizard demon, a maw full of sharp teeth. I caked my entire body in scaly armor. To keep my balance, I beefed up my legs even further and then went all out and grew six feet of thick, muscular reptilian tail.

The others with me were shocked at my fleshcrafting transformation. I didn't care. I bashed the door right off of its hinges with one punch. I burst into the room ahead of everyone else only to find a gruesome scene. Someone had been captured recently and brought here. They had been tied down upon a pentagram and carved up. Candles were still burning.

"Oh, no," Audrey groaned. "Georgie..." It was an X-ray technician. He was dead, there was nothing I could do. He had been tortured remorselessly and then dismembered until he died of shock or blood loss.

"This way!" Lucille shouted. "Trap door!"

I nearly slipped on the fresh blood that covered the tiled floor in my haste to pursue, caught myself by one of my powerful legs and by lifting my tail for balance. There was a ladder leading up into the darkness. I grabbed the bottom of the ladder and yanked on it, ripping the bottom two mounts right out of the coincrete and bending the steel bars. I looked up but the long shaft was pitch black.

Lucille cast a spell and a bright mote of light appeared, which then rose swiftly up the utility shaft. The steel ladder went straight up for several stories. As the light went higher, it illuminated a figure clambering up the ladder. I roared with anger. To my surprise, the sound that I made was low, bestial, and almost deafening. Lucille staggered back with surprise.

I wanted to fly up, but my body was too thick and broad to fit into the shaft.

"Is that human getting away? Allow me," Zurknod said with a gracious flourish. He opened a portal above the illuminated figure. Tentacles burst into the shaft, blocking the witch's escape. They grabbed her and pulled her inside Zurknod's pocket dimension. Once she was gone, we could see all the way to the top of the shaft, where the mote of light was hovering patiently.

"He's not here, he must have made it to the top! He's getting away!" I said, my voice changing from a draconic rumble to my own normal shout as I shifted back to my human form as fast as I could. As I did, Lucille and Morgana flew up the shaft, their hands slipping along the side of the steel ladder to guide them. I flew up just a few seconds after.

"Who puts something like this shaft in a building?" I muttered to myself as I raced up after them. Karina and Audrey followed behind, with Karina taking a moment to cast levitate on Audrey, then on herself.

I reached the top first and emerged from a hidden door. It was a secret rotating wall that was built into an X-ray chamber. I found my sisters had subdued Eugene in the hallway with a partial petrification spell. His hands and feet had been turned to stone, and he could barely move, their weight weighing him down as he floundered on the ground.

"Holy shit," I murmured, looking at him, then at Morgana and Lucille. The look of fury and satisfaction on Morgana's face made it clear that she had saved this spell just for him.

Zurknod opened a portal and the tentacles came for the warlock. They wrapped around his elbows, his waist and his legs, and slowly pulled him into the portal. Tentacles tore through his clothing and forced their way into his asshole, and two more pushed into his mouth to gag him, rendering him unable to cast any spells.

"Ew, gross," I muttered, knowing that the tentacles would begin stealing his spirit energy. He disappeared from view right before somebody came down the hallway.

"You!" said the head nurse, who looked to be in her fifties. "You're back!" she smiled, recognizing us by our masks. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Cleaning up some rats. You had a big one."

"Oh dear, oh my." She got our meaning, but she wasn't afraid. She was trusting. She then looked at me, we both realized at the same instant that I was completely naked. My clothing had been shredded when I shapeshifted into draconic form.

Just then, Karina and Audrey caught up with us.

"Young lady, are you with them?" she asked, looking at me with awe.

Morgana conjured up some clothes for me and an eye mask.

"Audrey!" the middle-aged nurse gasped as soon as Audrey came into view. "It's the Healers! The Healers are back again! Where have you been?! They already came twice yesterday!"

"Maria! I'm glad you're okay."

"Well of course I'm fine. I'm kind of worried though. Have you seen Georgie?"

"Georgie is dead!" Audrey said, fighting back her emotions.

"WHAT?!"

"Dr. Clipper, Geena and Yennefer were evil satanists. They made a sacrifice out of him. Tell the papers, okay? Go back there," she pointed and we saw a trail of bloody scuffed footprints leading to one door. "Go show them what Eugene Clipper did. The Healers are fighting a secret battle against evil."

"Ah, oh, I'll leave that to police, dear," Maria said, her voice heavy with sadness. Her face brightened and she turned to Morgana. "Thank you for entrusting me with so many cures. I understand that you don't usually do that, but I was able to distribute all of them, and I just wanted to thank you again. I can never thank you enough."

"You're welcome, Nurse Martinez. Now then, you should go," Morgana told her, using suggestion magic. "Go to the first floor."

"I think you're right. I'll go tell the others." Then the nurse hurried on down to the elevator.

"Where is Eugene?" Audrey asked.

"We have him, and he's helpless," Morgana told Audrey. "We captured Yennefer alive as well."

"Where are they?"

"Just through that portal. Go ahead. You'll be safe in there and you'll have all the time you need."

"I'll go too," Lucille offered.

"Yeah, me too," I said. I sensed the burning anger in Audrey for being used and abused and cursed by that man, and it made me want to hurt him. I didn't have strong feelings for Audrey so much as I felt great antipathy towards evil warlocks.

"Neither of you are ready for what is about to happen in there," Morgana stated. "Leave it to us." She nodded to Audrey. "Go ahead honey. I'll be along in a little while."

"W-what's behind that portal?"

"It's just a pocket dimension. You will be safe in there. If you need anything, ask Zurknod." Normally the little demon didn't actually spend time in his pocket dimension, but he wasn't about to miss a torture session. He flitted impatiently by the portal, like a kid who woke up early on Christmas morning but isn't allowed to open his presents yet.

"How do I get back?" Audrey asked.

"I'll take care of it, just hurry up!" Zurknod screeched in a high pitched voice.

"I can finally get my revenge?" she asked.

"Yes Audrey. You better go before Zerky has a conniption fit."

"Come the fuck on!" he raged. The portal grew in size, to an impressive standing height. "Just walk on through!"

"He's rather impatient for a demon," Morgana chuckled. She took Audrey's hand and walked her up to the portal. The vengeful blonde let go of Morgana's hand as she gingerly stepped through the portal.

"Time to suffer, you twisted fucks," we heard her say.

"Who are you?" came Yennefer's voice.

"Oh Audrey! Help me!" I heard Eugene.

"What - No, oh no!" they both shouted in panic. I heard a scream of pain, the sound fading quickly as portal closed.

***

We returned to the ship for a crew meeting. Erica and Irina had been keeping the men folk company, and they had not been told where we went.

"We have a temporary passenger who is downstairs recuperating with Morgana," I announced. "This passenger may know a thing or two about who attacked us, but they almost got killed. We intended to get some questions answered."

"So, is this person recuperating or getting interrogated?" Denny asked.

"That's not important," I deflected. I felt embarrassed for even trying to lie about the matter, the knights were actually very sharp about these things. They knew, for example, that Morgana didn't need to interrogate, she could read minds perfectly well. Obviously, I could heal anyone just about. There were other obvious questions as well, such as how the person knew about a satanic coven, or why none of the knights saw this individual come aboard through the only door in the vessel.

Denny looked at the other men and shook his head subtly, letting them know that this was not the time to pepper me with questions about my inconsistencies. They knew we had our secrets, but Morgana was so much better at talking to them in ways that made them feel like they were being kept in the loop.

"Um, okay. Just so you know, we do need to go back to Jackson one last time. In the morning, perhaps?"

"We'd better be ready for Medina, just in case," Denny said. Eli yawned. It was really pretty late.

About two hours later, I was under the covers giving Erica some head when a portal opened near me and a bloody Audrey stepped out, with Zurknod flying up alongside her.

"Not bad kid! For a beginner, you show promise," Zurknod said. "That thing you did with the eyeball, that was hilarious!"The tiny demon slapped his tiny knee as he was reduced to fits of laughter.

I reluctantly pulled off of Erica's thick, meaty length and poked my head out from under the covers. "What thing with the eyeball?" I asked nonchalantly. "Holy crap!" I said when I saw the blood spattered blonde. Both of her forearms were drenched in blood.

"I'd really rather not go into it," Audrey said quietly. "Do I have to?"

"Nevermind," I quickly averred.

Audrey's eyes locked on the sheet atop Erica, where they bulged in the obvious shape of a large erection. Erica quickly lifted one knee to hide her temporary endowment.

Morgana stepped out of the portal next, white as a sheet. The sound of snapping jaws and rent flesh emanated from the portal, fading as it closed up. Once it was closed, she took a deep breath and composed herself.

"Alright, we've gathered our intel, we're feeding the Hornunckthulide, and we know where we need to go. Jeanie, I'll need your help."

"Give me a minute to get dressed. What do you need?"

"I had an idea during the interrogation. Instead of going all the way there, we could put your psychic projection abilities to the test."

"I thought you said you didn't want me to face Charma?"

"Yes, I said that, but this is different. We've never tried it, but it just might work."

"What might work?"

"You're going to conduct me to her, the same way you conducted Brandeis to where you were, by you first going to him. You have phenomenal range, and we're going to put it to the test by visiting a friend. First, let's do a little test run. You better just stay in bed for now. Meet me in the psychic realm."

I closed my eyes and pictured myself in my psychic fortress. Almost instantly, I felt Morgana's presence. There was something she was trying to shield from me, blood and terror in her recent memory was still forcing itself into her consciousness.

Remind me never to accompany a witch who is performing revenge torture, Morgana telepathed to me. Especially Audrey. She has ice in her veins.

Morgana went on to telepathically explain where she wanted me to lead her. Our avatars held hands, and I led the way, speeding along in the psychic realm.

Woohoo! My Goddess! Wheeee! Morgana telepathed.

What, is this fun?

So fast, so free! Such possibilities!

I let her enjoy the ride. I was enjoying it too. I had never psychically moved so far. We left Tennessee, flying over the constellations of glowing human consciousnesses like a warp speed ship flies through space. We soon reached the Atlantic and turned to the right, then crossed it in a matter of moments. We reached Africa and headed left, crossing Spain and then I slowed us down as we approached our target.

It was a psychic fortress, something akin to a castle, with four minarets of uneven height. It wasn't very big, the walls weren't very thick.

You found the right one, that's amazing, Morgana marveled. Let me go say hi.

She swooped down to the castle and returned almost as quickly. That was lovely, Jeanie. Take us back.

We rocketed back to our bodies, the journey taking seconds. The dim spots of people's psychic auras streamed past us like stars in hyperspace. In the next moment, we were back in our bodies.

"Are you two okay?" Audrey asked, hesitantly.

"We're fine," Morgana laughed.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Just an old friend, a fellow sex witch."

We all got dressed and Morgana had something very specific in mind for our next psychic jaunt. While Erica kept Audrey company in the galley, the witches of the coven met up top. Morgana cast a spell that created a glowing yellow runic symbol on the deck, a five pointed star. Each arm of the star was about five feet long.

Lucille, Irina, Karina, and Erica stood on the lower points of the triangle. I stood on the highest point andMorgana stood in the middle.

"This spirit pentagram will allow you girls to bolster my psychic abilities somewhat."

"Charma is dangerous. Are you going to be okay?" Erica asked.

"I'll be fine. I expect to take out Charma with one arm tied behind my back, so to speak. Jeanie will be there, but she won't get involved unless she has to."

"How will I know if I'm needed?" I asked.

"I'll tell you with my thoughts that I'm okay. If I start to lose, you'll hear my thoughts. If you stop hearing my thoughts, same thing."

"Won't it be too late then?!"

"No, that would mean I'll have been psychically gagged, and you'll have time to come to the rescue. Just blast away with psychic energy. Anyway I don't expect that to happen."

We sped off in the psychic realm and soon arrived at a fortress made of logs. It looked like a colonial trading outpost, and there was a sign on top that said "The Haberdasher." I had never seen a sign in the psychic realm.

Conducting worked like a charm. Stay here. With that, Morgana flew down into the fortress. She raised her hands, standing several paces away, and tore out a section of the wall with a blast of psychokinesis. I watched a battle unfold, next, as Morgana fought a figure sheathed in blackness darker than soot.

Morgana hit the figure with psychic blasts of coruscating light. She kept pounding until the figure was subdued. Then she flew up to me.

Let's go back.

What happened? I asked, as we rushed back home. Morgana withheld her response, as our return was imminent. In the next instant, we were back on the top deck of the Ray of Dawn.

"We had a little chat," Morgana replied aloud. "Charma would have us believe that she provided the scrolls of Nosu's Ambush Enhancement to Clipper's coven. She did not."

"Who did?" Irina gasped.

"Guess," Morgana said.

"Medina!" exclaimed Lucille and Karina at the same time.

"Exactly. She came after we went there and prepared the coven to ambush us if we returned. Charma used her media contacts to spur the mob to come to the hospital, making it a tempting target for us to return. We walked right into a trap."

"Oh shit. We're lucky to be alive," Lucille said. "Nothing against you Jeanie, you were awesome, but what if Clipper had entered the fray?"

"It would have been bad," Morgana said grimly. "Fortunately, Eugene and Yennefer were cowards. They decided to hang back when the actual combat took place. They didn't want to risk their own lives, and it's a good thing too."

"What did you do to Charma? I saw you shooting beams of light at her?"

"Oh, I was taking down her defenses and getting her ready for a compulsion spell. Having all that extra spirit energy really made the difference in that fight."

"So, so?" Irina asked anxiously. "What did you compel her to do?"

"She is dismantling their entire blackmail network even as we speak," Morgana said, amid cheers. "Without that influence, their organization will crumble. I expect she and others in her circle will be at each others throats when they realize that their power over other covens is gone. Once it dawns on them that the other covens will be coming for revenge, they might do the sensible thing and commit suicide."

"So, can we remove the curse from Audrey now?" I asked.

"Soon. I'm a little drained after that battle. Think you could refill me?" Morgana replied in a sultry voice.

We retired below deck and Irina joined us for a little threesome in which Morgana was supposed to be the center of attention. However in her zeal to get me to cum, Irina ended up lavishing more of her attention on me. While I was fucking Morgana with both cocks, Irina fleshcrafted one of her own and slid it into me. We fucked like rabbits and I packed Morgana with a massive belly full of cum.

After Morgana's belly was taut and round with cum, she excused herself to go take care of Audrey. Irina and I were enjoying ourselves so much that we kept going. With just the two of us it was easier for Irina to really nail me. She pounded my ass and pumped her little loads of cum into my chute, and I kept her hard and ready to cum again. Then Erica joined us, and I got on all fours and opened wide so that she could squeeze her throbbing cock into my mouth.
There wasn't much time for sleep that night, but we did screw quite a bit. Morgana had Ms Bennings stay in Lucille's room. By then it was already past two in the morning and there wasn't much time for sleep, so she brought some wafers to make up for lost sleep. She also gave Lucille a cookie to make her a futanari again.

The natural attraction of women for futanari took hold quickly, and Lucille was able to show the young nurse loads of hospitality. Even without magical assistance, the girl was able to perform deepthroat, and Lucille took advantage of the eager young nurse with several role plays that had Audrey wearing a sexy nurse outfit. It started out with Lucille in her "hospital bed" and the "nurse" coming to visit her. The first time, Audrey offered a sponge bath, paying exquisite attention to Lucille's ten inch member. The next time, Lucille asked for food or a snack, but the hospital didn't serve food at three in the morning. Audrey suggested Lucille was bored and needed a blowjob to help her get back to sleep. Audrey was full of fantasies regarding patients, some of which she had actually lived out.

Expressing those fantasies was fun for Audrey and really helped Lucille explore her nurse fetish. For instance, she pulled off of Lucille's cock right as she was about to cum and jerked it off into her face. Audrey knew how much men liked to give her facials. She could tell after the first time how much it turned on Lucille, and was pleasantly surprised by Lucille's taste and texture. She reveled in getting blasted in her face.

A little after three in the morning, Lucille and Audrey knocked at our door. I was in bed with Erica, in a sixty-nine sucking cum out of her sweet hairless girl cock. She in turn was driving me wild with her tongue. I was on the bottom so she could thrust at will into my stretchable throat, while she had freedom to attack my pussy and lick it from every angle.

We had decided not to include any succubi so that we could focus on each other, but when we heard the knock at the door, we decided to stop and see who it was. We both got under the covers as if we had been just sleeping with the lights on, and I said "Come in!"

It was Lucille and Audrey, both wearing sexy nurse outfits and platform stiletto heels. Audrey was on all fours, showcasing her comparatively small breasts in the best possible light, and she was wearing a black collar and a leash which Lucille was holding. Lucille's cock was hard and throbbing, far too large to be contained by her skimpy white mini-skirt.

"May we come in? I hope we're not disturbing you two."

"Oh, uh," we glanced at each other briefly and I could see Erica was very amused and intrigued. "Do come in."

Audrey crawled forward and Lucille slid the door shut behind her.

"We just came to announce the hospital's new policy on blow jobs," Lucille explained casually. "During the night shift, Ms Bennings will attend to you. Should you require a blow job, simply press the button for an attendant and when Ms Bennings arrives, point to your cock. This service is limited to once every thirty minutes, however, as there are other patients and only one nurse Bennings."

"Oh, wow that's hot," Erica murmured, lifting the covers off to reveal her cock. "I don't have a button to push," she whispered to me.

"Just say ding ding," I told her.

"Ding ding," she said playfully.

"Yes, miss?" Audrey said, crawling a few steps forward.

"Davidson," she said.

"Would you like a blowjob, Miss Davidson?" Audrey suggested.

"Yes please."

Lucille and I watched for a moment as Audrey started to go down on Erica, wasting no time in bobbing her head up and down on the girl's temporary but extremely rigid futanari cock.

"You know, Audrey takes facials upon request," Lucille suggested.

"Oh, I don't know," Erica wavered and moaned. "This feels so good though."

"I want to watch you cum in her face," Lucille said boldly.

"Me too," I encouraged Erica. Audrey moaned something unintelligible around Erica's mouth-filling shaft, but it sounded like "Go for it" to me.

"Okay, maybe just this once," Erica said shyly.

Then Lucille caught my eye, and I locked my gaze on her. I spread my legs invitingly, and she crawled into bed with me. She leaned over and kissed me, and I showed her how much that kiss meant to me by shivering and moaning with appreciation.

"Don't stop kissing me," I told her, and she lay atop me and guided her cock into my dripping pussy.

***

It was a brutally chilly Tennessee morning when we landed the ship in Jackson City to drop Audrey off near her apartment. We said our goodbyes and she thanked us for sparing her life and forgiving her for her wicked deeds. I think we reached some form of understanding.

We decided to return to the St. Jude's hospital one more time. The parking lot was full of desperate people and their cars. The throngs were about average, six or seven hundred in total. We approached scene and set about the business of getting people lined up and organized. With the help of the knights and a few helpful cops with marshaling wands, we were able to keep things moving in an orderly fashion.

The mob was tired, many of them having slept in their cars. Seeing us gave them hope that they would have their illnesses removed. There were far more adults than kids, and many of them didn't actually have cancer, but I used fleshcraft to heal them all just the same. The knights made a line for cancer patients and quickly handed out cures. Sorting through the rest of the group and healing everyone took over an hour.

Tensions were high at first. Medina had been known to massacre covens who were cunning enough to best her assassins. We didn't know if we were about to earn that distinction. We did our best not to look afraid, but my hands started to shake as I imagined what Medina could do if she attacked us in scorched earth fashion. I could only imagine what a swarm of fireballs or chain lightning would do to the crowd nearby, even though we in the coven would probably resist her initial volleys. Then again, if she used Nosu's ambush spell on us, we would be in trouble.

To our relief and the knight's bafflement, the Tranquil Adept did not confront us in Jackson. The only event of the morning was that we healed more people by far in that visit than any previous day.

***

We caused a media storm, to be sure. To the frustration of every news agency, they were unable to determine our identities. I'm sure the government would have figured it out, if not for Irina routinely magically wiping out recorded phone conversations and other such activities. It was a while before the "Sisters of Mercy" name caught on. Instead, people made up names for us. "The Healers" was one that stuck.

Oddly enough, there was a complete news blackout when it came to the satanic witches. The sacrificed X-ray technician was never mentioned other than briefly on the local news in Jackson.

The misreporting by the media was disappointing, so we decided to push our own message out. We sent each one of the major media outlets a letter which told them a little more about us and our situation, but not too much more.

"Dear World," it began. "We call ourselves the Sisters of Harmony. Our goal is to heal as many people as we can. We will move on to heal the afflicted worldwide and, given enough time, do our part to assist in many global problems." We said this first part because we did in fact intend to keep healing. We found that Medina did not attack us directly even when we were out in the open. We were beginning to theorize that she was either reluctant or afraid for some reason.

"We are Americans and so we want to help our own first, something we hope our leaders will someday understand." Lucille and Eli collaborated on that statement. Morgana told us it was a bad idea but we put it out anyway and I was shocked at how negatively it was portrayed not only in international news but by our own media.

"There is much evil in the world, however, and this makes our task difficult. Our number one request to people is to please be good to one another and to be honest in your dealings, and to punish the wicked for their transgressions. Punish crime, not vice.

"Our cookies are not for sale. Therefore, please don't try to buy them. In time, far more people will have access to healing, as long as we survive the terrible forces that oppose us.

"Evildoers beware. Stay away out of our way, or face our vengeance. Look for a pattern of red to know who has been judged. The justice system has failed, we will not. We are not angels, but we are the good guys." We said this part because we intended to use Zurknod to make more evil people vanish. We wanted law enforcement to not waste resources hunting down patients that would never be found. We still had a Hornunckthulide to feed. The "pattern of red" referred to the short streak of red lipstick used as we marked the beds of those who deserved death.

"A word of caution to security forces: We are capable of defending ourselves against the most potent and mysterious foes. We implore you to kindly let us pass so that we can do the most good in the least amount of time before we leave."

The media did not run with our brief message, to our surprise. We posted it to Facebook and it was quickly taken down. Eli proposed that we post it on a site called 8chan, and we did so without issue, but it was largely ignored.

"How exactly are we going to post this letter and get people to see it?" Morgana asked. "Nothing has worked so far. I say it's time we use a little magic."

"Try 8chan again." Eli said. "It will work. The night before we show up at a hospital, we name the hospital we are about to visit. When we're in the news there the next day, people will see that as proof."

"I don't know, what if Medina sees it? A whole day would be a lot of forewarning for Medina," Karina said.

"Well then we give a hint that no one could figure out," Eli argued. "People will put the two together after the fact."

"Who is going to go through that kind of trouble?"

"Anybody who needs a cure. Anybody for whom reaching us is a life and death matter. The proof will be right there."

"No one is looking at 8chan though," Morgana argued. "We can reach people much more directly with print. Irina, could you put out a column-sized ad on every major metropolitan newspaper over the course of the next week?"

"I could, sure. What about using our Instagram accounts? I have lots of friends with millions of followers. I could pass the message on."

"How would they know it's legit?" Eli asked.

"Hey, I've got almost half a million followers on Gurgl.TV," Lucille chimed in sarcastically. She had begun to establish a presence there before my spiritmancer gift took over our lives.

"Lucille has a point. We don't want the whole world to look at us healing, look at our wild Instagram pages, and put two and two together. There will be children trying to look us up on the internet, after all," Morgana sighed. "Your IG pages are as slutty as they come, PussiesonParade," Medina said to Irina.

"You're one to talk, TittyyFun," Irina backhanded, sticking a pink tongue out at Morgana playfully. "Besides, I have tons of friends who know who I am on those pages. So forget social media. Let's just stick with the newspaper route."

"While that does sound promising, I have another proposal," Gaff said. "Irina, you specialize in magical data manipulation, correct?"

"Yeah, that's how I plan to change the papers."

"Could you not change the chiron graphic that appears on cable news channels? Many of the big cable networks have studios in New York City."

"Oh, that would be perfect!" Irina giggled. "Set a course for New York City!"

Eli grinned. He later posted on 8chan, cryptically warning his few followers to "Watch the chiron."

Sure enough, later that night Irina was able to hijack the chiron graphics on each of the news stations in turn, and post our message. Tens of thousands of people saw the altered chiron, and even the media were forced to comment on the surprise chiron, using it as an opportunity to once again slam us for commandeering their equipment and their audience. I don't know if they realized how bad they looked. They always had a conga line of dissembling political insiders invited to come on their shows, but when healers have a message, somehow they had to be dragged kicking and screaming to relay what we wanted to say. I hoped people noticed the double standard. Certainly some did, and they began to share their views on social media.

We thought the media would come around to see us as a force for good, but they seemed dead set against doing so. They were already more adversarial to us than they ought have been. After our little chiron stunt, they definitely treated us as rogues, and started playing up the shooting of the two police officers who had opened fire on us at St Jude's, not to mention our "jingoistic tendencies."

So, Morgana and Irina's efforts to get our message out crashed and burned spectacularly. By contrast, Eli was doing quite well with his 8chan thread. It didn't take long for those following Eli's 8chan to draw the connection and begin talking about it as well.

The next day, I got a call from my mom, saying how much I looked like one of the Sisters of Harmony.

"I caught them on Livestream, and I tried to call you but it went straight to voicemail."

"I dunno ma, I was just out of range at the time."

"Where are you now, dear? Come home for a visit, we all miss you."

"Well I'm not coming home yet. Look I gotta go, but I'll be back in town in a few weeks, okay?"

Brushing her off and hanging up on her was easy. My dad was a lot harder to convince. After seeing his many missed calls and listening to his worried voice messages, I called him back. He was relieved to hear from me, but then he began to explain his theory that my friends and I had become magical healers.

"Cheryl tells me Karina hasn't been back in town either. She's canceled all of her appointments, which she says Karina would never do. You and your girlfriends have completely absconded from your lives here in Destin, and now I see a masked gaggle of girls that looks suspiciously like you and your friends on TV, healing people. What is going on?"

"Heh, you really think that? You' so funny daddy."

"Why? I am pointing directly at the facts, such as that you were gone two weeks. The healers have been at it what, eight days now? Your phone is always set to silent, you never take my calls during the healing time. I recognize Irina clearly, you of course, and Cheryl says if that isn't Karina's busty twin then it has to be Karina herself!"

"The healers look like us? That's just your imagination! We all went on vacation, remember? We needed a break, and you don't get an opportunity to hang out with your girlfriends like this but maybe once in your life!"

"Maybe not even then, pumpkin," my dad said, sounding circumspect. "Mask or not, you don't expect me to not recognize my own daughter and her friends."

"It wasn't us."

"Besides, the first hospital the healers visited was Eglin, right in our home town! Just a coincidence?"

"Well, it's not much of a coincidence. It's just a VA hospital," I said nervously. "Next subject please?"

"Alright Jeanie, alright." He sounded even more convinced than ever, but he knew when I was just being stubborn. "Let's say what you're telling me is true. Are you still on vacation?"

"Yeah, like I said. Why?"

"Are you burning through all that settlement cash? It would be very irresponsible not to set some of that aside."

"Oh, you're right. I promise I'll set aside ten thousand. If I go below that, I'll just have to come back to Niceville."

"I wish you would save more."

"Um, okay Daddy but how much more?"

"That's up to you pumpkin, it's your money. I'm just telling you what I want for you, because I always want the best for you."

"Okay. I promise I'll be good about the money."

"So you'll be back soon? Where are you anyway? I thought you came back from Bermuda."

"Oh yeah, but then we went to Hawaii."

"Hawaii? Hawaii is expensive!"

"Yeah, well, it's okay."

"What do you mean? Hey, what time is it over there?"

"Um, lemme check." I was so busted not knowing what time zone Hawaii was in, and he seized on it.

"Jeanie," he said sternly, "If you're going out in public wearing a mask, you have to tell me. You can't just put yourself in danger-"

"Daddy, the healers have to protect their family and kin. The whole world wants what the healers have. Why, I bet they'd kidnap anyone close to them. Look how the media obsess over their unmasked bodyguards."

"You've noticed that, have you?" Robert replied. "No one seems willing to come forward and say who they are. They look like good men."

"They are, I mean, they do look like good men, don't they?" I stammered. "Any group of ladies would be in excellent hands with bodyguards like that. Besides, they seem very capable, and confident, don't they? I wouldn't worry yourself about them."

"We do worry, Jeanie, we can't help it. Cheryl can't stop talking about Karina, and you know I worry about you."

"Well, thanks daddy. I'll try not to keep you in the dark about my next vacation." I quit openly denying his suspicions. It wasn't working anyway. I think he understood that I wasn't going to admit to anything, so I added one more thing. "Please don't go telling anyone any tales about me."

"Sure thing Jeanie, but stay safe and come home soon, y'hear?"

I would definitely have to have Irina blip out this call from the NSA database as soon as possible though.

In the days that followed, I called my dad every day to make sure he was okay. I insisted we avoid hot topics like the Sisters of Harmony because I was definitely spooked about spooks. He talked about Cheryl quite a bit, and I asked Karina about her as well. I came to regard my dad's new girlfriend as a lovely woman and the best thing that could have happened to my dad.

"He's a lucky man thanks to you," Irina told me.

"I never would have met her if not for you."

"It's funny what can happen when you just go talk to people," she said glibly. "It's pretty amazing though, your dad catching a lady like that. Even young Airmen and Marines would love to get with a girl like her."

"Maybe, but what you are talking about is not the kind of relationship Cheryl was looking for," I explained.

Cheryl used to go out partying every weekend, starting when she joined a college sorority. It was exciting at first, and as her confidence grew, so she became accustomed to her invincibility. She could have any man in town and thought nothing of it. She had access to the most eligible bachelors one could hope to meet. They took care of her and she took them for granted. She spent a good portion of her twenties loving and leaving, so to speak, always single, often dating. A three month relationship to her was an eternity.

In her thirties, she still partied and men still lined up for her, but it wasn't quite the same caliber of men. She felt her attractiveness fading, and she set about trying to settle down with the best man she could find. Unfortunately, the best men she could hold down in a sexual relationship turned out to be afraid of commitment to a long term relationship. They only ended up wasting years of her fading glory and then leaving.

Her fortieth birthday was fast approaching, and the tables had long since turned. She couldn't date the rich hunks she used to hang out with. Young dudes only wanted one night stands. It was increasingly difficult to expose herself to any romantic possibilities. She was even beginning to experience bouts of despondency. Her dismal failure in finding a mate had left her without any hopes of having a family of her own. Exercise helped, and Karina gave her lots of encouragement. Once she started to open up to her about her situation, Karina promised to find her a good man.
Karina told me that when my dad drove Cheryl home under the pretense that her keys had been locked up, she had trusted us that he was a good man. The word from Cheryl was quite beyond what either of us had expected. Cheryl spoke of his disarmingly casual banter, which had a way of letting Cheryl know he was emotionally available. Once they started talking about cooking, Robert talked about family, but he chose his words carefully when he realized Cheryl had never started one.

By the time they made it back to her place and she retrieved her key, my dad had already figured out he had been set up for a date, but he just chuckled to himself and played along, not wanting to embarrass Cheryl and quite enjoying her company. He offered to drive her all the way back down to the shore to get her keys. First, however, they had their little cooking competition in Cheryl's cozy kitchen and enjoyed a delicious pair of complimentary dishes. Then he gave her a ride back down to get her car, even though by then it was getting very late. The conversation that they had in the car really made Cheryl convinced that Robert was the man for her.

Karina was going to tell me all about that conversation, but to be honest I didn't really want to know all the details. Suffice to say I was very happy for them both, but my dad in particular. His life had gone quite off-track as well. My mother had lost interest in him after a few years of marriage. Eventually she divorced him, gained sole custody of me, and tried to push him out of my life. The more I thought about the contrast between my spiteful mom and Cheryl, the more I liked Cheryl. Of course, I always loved my dad, and so I told him so every night before hanging up.

Eli kept up with his 8chan page for the next week or so. Predicting the chiron graphic had placed him on the map, but he also posted hints about the hospitals we were going to visit, less than an hour before we appeared on the scene. It proved that he knew what he was talking about. His following on 8chan exploded. We didn't expect people to go to that website, but they did and what was more, other people took whatever he wrote there and posted it on larger websites that had popped up to provide the world with a place to go when they tried to do a search for the Sisters of Harmony.

There were a few popular pages, each getting hundreds of thousands of hits a day, that were devoted to coven. All of these pages caught on to Eli's posts and began to promulgate them. Everything Eli posted would go absolutely viral.

The big websites weren't obsessed with trying to find out our true identities, thankfully. The public was certainly curious but Eli encouraged them to make up names for us instead. Giving us a public persona helpd to satisfy public curiosity. People knew Morgana by the name "Elvira" and I was called the Primary Healer or Eve. Irina was Ashley, Erica was Dolly, and Lucille was Lauren. Karina was known to the public as Carmen, and there were many sexy pictures of her the meme "Where in the World is Carmen?"

The funny thing was, as the world began to call us by these names, so we too began to use them amongst ourselves as terms of endearment.

We gathered one night in the galley to discuss our next move. We had been doing missions for two weeks straight. We had mopped up three pitiful satanic covens along the way. There was no end in sight to the people who desperately needed our help.

"We could do so much more if we didn't have to worry about Medina," Denny argued. "Perhaps it is time to force a confrontation. To stand our ground."

"Perhaps? It's long overdue, Master Dengar," said Stu.

"We're all in agreement," Gaff told us, speaking for the knights. "Lady Morgana, have you not considered that perhaps the Tranquil Adept fears us and is powerless to stop us?"

"Of course I have, don't you think I wish that were the case?" Morgana replied. "I wish I knew the reason."

"You could parley with her, couldn't you?" Lucille asked. "You used to have a way of speaking to her."

"I worked up the courage to call her a couple of times," she said, Gaff nodding quietly beside her. "She didn't pick up. The other way she used to contact me was by two-way scrying, and we sent each other magic missives. Those magical communications won't work from behind all of this ship's wards."

"We could turn off stealth mode, just to parley. Let's find out what she wants," I said.

"The scrying wards cannot be toggled. We would need to leave the ship. Even so, are you sure you want to do that? It might enrage her."

"We have healed thousands now," Eli said angrily. "Just from acid burn victims alone yesterday, we healed over twenty five women. If Medina has a problem with that, fuck her. I'll shoot her gladly. We could be doing so much more if we could just coordinate with the people that need our healing!"

"What I really want to know is, once we arrive at a hospital and stay there, sometimes for as long as an hour, why she doesn't show up?" Lucille muttered. "This fear we have, and her being a constant no-show, it's driving me up a wall! She's got to be holding back for some reason. We've got to know why!"

"What if I reach out to her? I can go just about anywhere in the psychic realm."

"No Jeanie!" Morgana gasped. "Are you mad? It's far too dangerous."

"Then what do we do?" Irina asked, glancing at Stu and then all of us.

We all sat through a momentary silence.

"Well, it's not necessarily going to solve our problems, but it might give us some kind of idea of what the fates have in store for us. I know somebody who can speak with the fates. We'll need to pay her a visit."

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