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The circle fills most of the room. It has to, given that your bed is large and needs to be entirely contained within it. You have smaller circles, but it’s risky - if she sticks an arm outside it while you’re doing your work, it can result in some weird issues. Mostly just things you can fix with a follow-up, but you take pride in your work; you aren’t the one people always have to come back to because some blessing is unravelling long before it should.
You’ve experimented with ways to make smaller circles usable. The most obvious, of course, is bondage; if you tie a girl up, she can’t go where she shouldn’t, even in the throes of climax. And it’s fun! Some specifically request it, once they realize they can. But you’ve found you need a certain mood for it. Yes, it’s nice to be trusted so much (but you already are regardless! It’s not like it isn’t a huge deal to let a witch reshape your body) and there is something delightful about seeing someone eager and needy but capable only of wiggling suggestively.
You just like to do things in a hands-on way that, in your experience, can get awkward if your target is properly tied up. Which is why the one you’re working on now is not.
“There she is; good girl,” you tell her, because she’s being a good girl and it’s important to be communicative in your line of work. And maybe, you think as you prepare for yet another session of using your immense magical power to rather selflessly give a woman the body she craves, just maybe, you have a soft spot for these gals.
“Mmmmh,” she replies. You, embarrassingly, need a moment to recall her name. Valerie, right? Yeah, that was it. You’re horrible with names, which is ironic because you need a true name for the ritual that sets up the circle. Luckily, when you forget you can usually just use pet names until you find an excuse to have her say her own name. Honestly, domming is low-key a cheat code for so many of these things.
Valerie is a cutie just the way you like them. She’s like those berries that aren’t entirely ripe yet, so they’re firmer, and much sweeter. Her chest is at just the stage where it’s obvious she has boobs, but they’re damn small - she’s asked you to work on that, obviously. Her face is cute, but too boyish for her taste, so that’s on the list, too. Obviously you’ll be working on facial hair, too, though you’ll have to go by feel since she’s too freshly-shaven to have any visible.
There’s no need to work on her ass at all; you both agreed there. You had her blushing in the video call (it was adorable!) when you told her just what you thought of it. Now that you’ve gotten your hands on it, you’re only more confident than before. Very shapely, with just a bit of give, but firm with muscle. You gave it a light smack just ‘cuz, and Valerie’s little eep! was so damn cute you did it again. On the other side, of course, out of respect for Valerie’s faith. Turn the other cheek, you know?
(You have always been curious how a Christian views going to a witch for magic, honestly, but after some very awkward experiences you just don’t ask. The last thing you want is to make these gals uncomfortable, both because you’re not terrible and also because getting to fuck these adorable little church mice is kind of the best.)
“Feel that, Valerie?” You ask. You’ve got her right where you want her; her arms have the pillow she’s resting her head on in a relaxed hold, her ass is up and ready for you. You have mundane lube, of course, but for this you always use magic unless you clock the sort of vibe that means a moment of silly mundanity is needed to help with the mood. Given Valerie’s eagerness, which you can feel in the way she immediately pushes against you when you set your tip against her pretty little asshole, you didn’t deem it necessary.
“Mmm-hmm,” Valerie replies, muffled a bit by the pillow. Some girls you offer work on the vocal cords; it’s dangerous to go too far, but you can safely give a gal a couple years of dedicated voice training well enough. Valerie, though, didn’t need it, and you can tell! She sounds so cute; you hope she’s one of those gals who will accept your offer and become a regular fuckbuddy.
“Relax. Focus on opening up for me,” you tell her, and you begin to enter her. It’s slow, and steady, and this part is only half about the physical side. See, there’s a reason for the sex part of this. It isn’t only for the energy - you can replace that easily enough. But the reality is that you need to penetrate fairly deep into someone to permanently reshape them, and to do that without breaking things you need a connection. There’s plenty of ways to get one of those, but the easiest and most fun is to just have proper sex.
Not a quick slam’n’jam, mind you. It’s why you let your gals stew in knowing the sex will be happening, why you dial up the flirting and the sultry voice in the video call, why you send every one a folder labeled ‘Nudes’ with a winky face. Because - well, firstly because you’re damn hot and you know it, and since you’ve got it you flaunt it - the more a gal shows up with a giddy swirl of emotions around the fact that she will be getting plowed by you, and she wants it, and it’s also going to give her some wonderful tits…
Well. It makes this part easier. You slide in, nice and slow, and she makes a soft noise. You keep one hand on her hips, and let the over glide over her back. She’s not fit like some of the gals, but it’s nice, and she did say she liked gentle touch there. You wait until you’ve gotten as deep as you can on the first thrust - honestly, pretty deep, which makes you imagine this cutie stuffing herself with a rather un-Christian toy in that cute pastel room of hers - and so you pull back.
Now it’s time for some praise.
“You’re doing well, Valerie,” you tell her, as you begin to slide back in. “So tight, and plenty eager for me,” you add, and your long-journeying hand returns to so over her ass. It’s so smooth; you indulge in a bit of a grab as you hit the apex (nadir? You’re as deep as you’re gonna get on this one, is the point) of another thrust. “And those noises,” you add, because she’s made another cute little happy-chirp as you pull back.
You work your way in, noting with increasing confidence that you have found your favorite spot. The last gal you were with, so shy and so sweet, she called it her buddy button, which is so adorable. You can’t help but smile, grin even, as you slide in, movement eased by magical lube, finding just the right spot and hearing the soft coo from Valerie. She shifts slightly; oh, you’re going to wind up plowing her into the mattress, huh? She’s not one of those gals who can stay supporting herself even as she’s getting really into it.
You do need to do something, before she winds up flat on her front, and so when you bottom out for the first time, you lean forwards. You love this part. You spent five adult years of your life with a flat chest, and it’s been another five since you got what can only be described as rockin’ tits, and this might be the best part of ‘em: the moment where you lean forwards and hang down and then press your boobs against a gal. She shivers; you get both hands on her chest.
“You’re gonna be real sensitive, Valerie,” you say, all but breathing your words into her ear. You can smell her conditioner (‘cuz let’s be real, hair this glossy does not come from just shampoo) and it’s a nice strawberry type of smell. Unbelievable! It offends you in a good way; she’s being this cute, in your own damn sanctum? You’re going to make her cum so much.
“O - okay,” Valerie says, and there’s a brief pause. “I - I’m ready,” she tells you.
So you get to work.
Your hands hold her chest, softly groping her cute little boobs. The first time is slow, gentle, probing. To help get her used to your touch. You get those nipples in the folds of your palms, and she makes a cute fucking noise and so you angle a quick thrust to remind her that the penalty for enjoying herself is enjoying herself even more. Then, you spend a moment just indulging yourself.
You’re a pretty versatile gal when it comes to tastes. Yeah, petite little cuties like Valerie are 100% your type, but you love all kinds. Small girls, big girls, fit girls, ones with a bit of belly. And this, of course, extends to boobs. You make plenty of mediums, a good number of bigs, and occasionally you just boost someone from just-a-bit to a-little-bit. You enjoy the before, and the after, of every one.
Maybe you do have a vested interest in sex being the most convenient way to get a good enough metaphysical grip on a gal to give her the ol’ magic-HRT-and-more. But, something something, enlightened self interest or whatever. (You’re actually more of a Stirner-type egoist; you help people because it makes you happy, and anyone who thinks you need a reason beyond that is a fool.)
But you’re not here to just grab a girl’s boobs while fucking her. You’re here to change those boobs. And so you get to work. This is the part that was real tough, at first, but by now you’ve mastered it - you keep moving, giving her smaller thrusts now that you’ve gotten a lock on just where you’ll want to be in order to button mash this girl into a very very fun afternoon, keeping your pace steady and not too quick. As you do that, you softly massage her chest, and in your mind you enter her.
Every person is different, and every witch sees them differently. Your mentor called people growths, describing them as tangled vines. When she gave you your tits, she talked about encouraging flowers to bloom. For you, people are like bundles of light. Every person has a boob-aspect, a pair of little lights that glow brighter or dimmer or a different color.
So you feed that light. You let some of your own flow through your fingers, and into your toes you draw the energy captured in the circle. It’s like rejuvenating water, going through you; one side benefit of this is a spiritual deep cleanse, apparently, which you’re happy to get on the regular given that every third Thursday you spend an evening playing League of Legends (it’s for a girl; she is worth it, but you do make her work for it).
“Oh - oh! Ooooh,” Valerie moans, and coos. The light in her chest brightens, cautiously at first, then curiously, then eagerly. Her breasts grow with a rhythm. Not quite her heartbeat, it’s one you know well enough to sync with, and so you massage just so, putting on soft pressure, then letting expanding boob volume fill your palms as you release. This is the best, really.
“So eager,” you say, and let yourself giggle. Yes, giggle. It’s a little off your brand, being the tall, fit, spooky type, but it’s fine. If she starts spreading rumors you’ll tie her down and make her cum until she apologizes. But you also have the defense of distraction; you keep your rhythm of thrusts steady, you even - fuck it, why not - you sync up your hands and hips.
In you go, as you release your hands. Out you go, as you press down with them. Button, boob, button, boob.
“Don’t worry about leaking on my sheets, cutie,” you tell her, because you literally have magic so it doesn’t matter. She makes a noise, and you push deeper into her, bottoming out just because you can and you want to. Some choice lines array themselves in your head, but Valerie didn’t tick the ‘breeding kink’ box so you don’t say anything about that. Though maybe you could try one out, just to see if she is actually into it?
“You’ve taken me all the way, Valerie. I’m almost worried I’ll get you pregnant,” you tell her, kissing her neck. She makes a noise and wiggles her face against the pillow and you just grind side-to-side a little. Her boobs are the size she requested, now. Yes, it did take a lot of work to get to the point where you could determine that with confidence just from touch. Yes, it was a lot of fun. Yes, you did keep asking gals for “help practicing” after you stopped needing it.
“I’ll be going a bit more intensely now, alright sweetie? You’ll be a good girl and take it, won’t you?” You ask, as you pull back.
“Mmmh. Y - yes. M-miss…” Valerie replies, and you smirk. Miss. So cute. You pull her up and back a little, mostly so that you can shift your hands. You roll your hips forward, and get back to thrusting because - not gonna lie, her ass is great and you’re really looking forward to when you can just cut loose.
But for the moment, you’ve got work to do. Your hand comes to her face, and - there it is. You can’t see it, but you can feel the little rough poke of stubble. Unfortunately, she will feel it too with you touching it, but any discomfort from that is hopefully being nicely countered by, you know, you adeptly pounding her. She gasps, and you congratulate yourself on that.
You’ve done this part a few ways. Hell, once you even indulged a gal with an oral fixation and did this while she was blowing you. That actually went poorly; something about trying to work so close to your own dick made the whole process a lot harder, to the extent that you had to go back in and do a touch-up during some cuddle-sex the following morning.
This way works better. A constellation of lights is eager to answer your call. Who’s there? You ask; I’m here! They say. And then you kill them, snuffing them out one by one by one. Valerie moans; you’re glad she’s having a good time. She makes another noise, slightly mangled by the fact that you now have a fairly firm grip on her jaw. Luckily, your vantage point lets you see that she can easily reach the little bell you have attached to the headboard, and as long as she isn’t ringing it, she’s fine.
“Mmm! Mmm-miss!” Valerie gasps, and you wipe your hand along her jaw just to make sure you got everything. You wonder if you can give her the whole spiel now: ‘it will look like there’s a lot tomorrow morning, but that’s just because it’s being expelled. After a day it will all be gone, if there’s any left, call me’, that whole thing.
Valerie pushes back against your thrusts; gods she feels good. You growl in her ear, and she makes a noise, and you decide that you’ve done enough for right now.
“Alright, Valerie, you fucking cutie,” you say, and thrust all the way in. There’s a lovely little clap as your hips impact her asscheeks. You stay like that for a moment, and lift up off of her. She whines, so you think she’s close, and you slap her ass again just for fun. “Having fun?” You ask.
“Please, Miss,” Valerie begs, and shifts enough to look over her shoulder at you. She’s flushed, need is in her eye, and - yup, she’s got some of her cute glossy lipstick on your pillow, great. You can clean it so easily, but that’s no reason to not have some fun making her have fun for it. You smirk.
“Please what?” You ask, cocking your head to the side. She tries to push against you and - nope! Your grip is back on her hips. She whines.
“Please…Miss, I’m close,” she tells you.
“And?” You reply, raising an eyebrow and luxuriating in the moment. It truly is an effort to not just go back to thrusting, but it’s going to be worth it.
“...Please. Please…” Valerie bites her lip, pouts, and then spits out the words she knows you want from her: “Please, Miss. Fuck me.”
“Oh! Of course, sweetheart,” you grin. “A good girl like you, asking so nicely? I’d be crazy not to.”
And so you fuck her. She gasps as you thrust forward, groans as you angle yourself just right. Her grip on the pillow is tight now; there’s a satisfying clap with each impact of your bodies. You really are getting all the way in; you love it. She’s so happy, so needy; squirming with her rising pleasure, babbling noise and bits of words.
Now, jury’s still out on whether she has a breeding kink, but you’re into it, and when the image hits your mind, from nowhere, of this church mouse sweetheart looking up to you with a shy little smile, her blonde-pastel-blue hair framing her blushing cheeks, in that cute hoodie of hers, with not only two new bumps for the tits you gave her, but one for a kid you knocked up her with?
Well. Let’s just say that you decide to start serving this cutie a bit more than what you were before. A bit faster; a bit firmer; a bit more just-like-that and so pretty damn soon -
“Miss!” Valerie gasps. You grin.
“Good girls cum,” you tell her, and she’s such an obedient girl that she does. You help her through it, not that you have any reason not to, not that your own body isn’t loving every second, every motion, as your peak fast approaches. Not that you would want to not be plowing this adorable cutie who you’re halfway through helping, right through her own orgasm, right into yours.
“Good fucking girl, Valerie,” you growl, and you collapse onto her; she gasps, cries out, a wonderful Ah! that does not deter your decision to plow, to thrust, to fuck, and then hit your peak. You go as deep as you can, hit that cute button of hers one last time, and then give her just what she’s earned, one pump at a time.
Once you’ve come down from that, pulling out of her with a few soft kisses to her neck, you give her a moment to recover on her own before tugging on her arm. She rises from the pillow, giving you a blissed-out look, a soft smile, a pretty little blink, that makes you think ok fine, maybe a wife wouldn’t be the worst impulsive acquisition of your life.
“C’mere, cutie,” you say, and she gets herself about halfway, so you pull her the rest, bringing her into your arms. She rests her head on your boob, because duh, and closes her eyes, making a soft, happy sound. “Yeah,” you sigh, leaning back and stroking her hair. Goddamn, that’s silky. Maybe you’ll have to ask her about what brand she’s using. You’ll pass on the strawberry - that just doesn’t fit your vibe - but you could use this kind of texture.
“Thank you,” Valerie whispers against you. You can’t help but smile.
“It was my pleasure, sweetie,” you tell her, and just to drive the incredibly blunt wordplay home you pat her ass. “Helping girls like you? I love it. And you’re a great lay, too.”
You feel her smile on your skin, but she doesn’t speak, and before long, the cutie’s gone and drifted off. Which isn’t unusual; as much as you do provide, the ritual has a way to be draining as fuck - and that’s before the fuck!
You’re not above a nap, yourself, so you settle in and close your eyes. You’ll need to do a second session, to handle her legs; you’ve already got plans for that. But for now you let yourself rest, enjoying a job well done and a cutie well done.