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  Futanari Demigoddess 4:

  Substitute Witch

  Hayden Archer

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  Futanari Demigoddess 4: Substitute Witch Copyright 2014 Hayden Archer

  First digital edition electronically published by Hayden Archer, July 2014

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  I awoke in the arms of an impossibly hot redhead.

  Okay then. Why shouldn't I wake up in the arms of an impossibly hot redhead? I mean, it's not like stranger things hadn't happened to me over the weekend. Really, when I thought about it, having some strange girl in my bed was probably the lowest thing on the weird-shit-o-meter out of everything I'd gone through in the past couple of days.

  And of course my old friend the pounding headache was also there to greet me. Why wouldn't there be a headache to greet me? I hadn't done any drinking that I could remember, but that didn't seem to matter these days.

  I squeezed my eyes shut. I wasn't sure if it would help, but usually when I had a Monday hangover any small bit of light was enough to make the headache that much worse. Sure the small bit of light streaming in through the blinds shouldn't be enough to set me off, but who knew?

  I tried to remember why I was laying in bed with this hot redhead. Of course there were a couple of reasons that immediately sprang to mind, but I had a feeling that none of the good reasons were why she was laying there with her arms wrapped around me and her leg thrown over my waist in a most delicious way that was definitely starting to draw the attention of the massive cock between my legs.

  Oh right. The massive cock between my legs. That was a thing now. I wondered how many more times I'd wake up and be surprised by that.

  The redhead opened her eyes. Striking green eyes stared back into my own and my breath caught. Damn. When she was laying there with her eyes closed I could tell she was hot, but there was something about those eyes that added to the overall package and took my breath away.

  If I hadn't been with her yet, and I suppose the jury was still out on that until the fog regarding everything that happened the night before lifted, then I definitely had to get with that as the frat boys said.

  "Morning gorgeous," the redhead said. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. A brief kiss, but definitely familiar. Okay, maybe something had happened.

  "Good morning yourself," I said.

  The redhead cocked her head and her eyes narrowed. Then a light seemed to go off and her face brightened.

  "Oh right. I probably should have warned you about this last night," she said. "One of the potential side effects of dealing with a succubus is temporary memory loss."

  Her face scrunched up in concentration and she smiled at me. "Although I guess it doesn't matter that I didn't warn you about it last night. You wouldn't have remembered anyways!"

  Succubus? Temporary memory loss? Had I been out doing some sort of new drug with this chick and I couldn't remember any of it? No, I didn't do drugs no matter how wasted I got. Maybe Succubus was some sort of new drink? It wouldn't be the weirdest new drink brand I'd heard of. Hopeful alcohol peddlers rolled through campus every week their new brand of booze that was destined to crash and burn as a business venture, but in the meantime there were plenty of free samples that flowed through the college through official, and sometimes unofficial, channels.

  The unofficial channels were how I usually found out about the stuff considering I was still technically too young to legally enjoy the drink. Not that pesky things like not being of legal age ever stopped me.

  Still, Succubus was a damned weird name for a drink, and if the side effects were even half as bad as what I was experiencing right now for everybody who drank the stuff then I didn't see them lasting for very…

  Flashes shot through my mind. Each one a picture that brought with it a mixture of arousal and terror.

  The park.

  Darkness.

  A purple dress.

  Long jet black hair.

  Skin that seemed to change in some way, some terrifying way, as the light from the medallion played across it.

  The feeling of losing consciousness, of everything going black around me, of all of the light from the medallion, from me, being sucked into someone riding on top of me. And me knowing I was in danger but not caring that everything was going black around me because it was one hell of a ride.

  A flash of red.

  Safety.

  Felicity.

  "Felicity," I whispered.

  Her grin widened. "None other than."

  She punctuated her words by leaning forward to peck me on the lips again. This time she lingered a little longer than before. Now that was something I could definitely get used to. Judging by the way my cock was stirring between my legs it was something it could get used to as well. I moved to hand down to cup her ass at the curve where her leg was a thrown over my hips and pressed my cock forward into her warm pussy. Damn did she feel amazing.

  Felicity's eyes closed and she breathed deeply as my cock pressed against her. One of her arms snaked around my head and ran through my hair. I moved my neck to the side to give her better access. Every touch from her was amazing. Any touch from her was perfection. I could let her run her hands up and down my body all day long in be completely content.

  Only her hand pulled away. I opened my eyes and her grin was gone, replaced by a regretful half smile. I had a regretful smile of my own. Things were just starting to get very interesting and he was pulling away?

  "We can't," she said. "At least not yet."

  "Are you sure about that?" I asked.

  I punctuated my own question by pressing my cock into her pussy once again. And once again she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, her smile growing wider. Her pussy pressed down against my cock and her hips did a little hypnotic wiggle that felt amazing. I could see whatever walls she had erected, if you'll pardon the pun given the situation, crashing down.

  I squeezed her ass and pulled her against me, only she pressed a hand out against my chest, damn that felt wonderful even if she was pushing me away, and wagged a finger at me.

  "I told you Valerie," she said. "Not just yet."

  Okay then. It looked like Felicity was playing hard to get. But I'd learned a thing or two about hard to get, especially how it worked when I apparently had the powers of a goddess of love at my disposal. I could run circles around anybody playing hard to get.

  And I was certainly aroused enough to run those circles. I closed my eyes and concentrated on that warmth, I still couldn't think of another way to describe it, that settled in the pit of my stomach and ran up to the center of my chest every time I started to get aroused.

  I couldn't see Felicity with my eyes closed, but I could still feel her body against me, could sense her by reaching out with that warmth, knew exactly where she was. More delicately than I had in the past couple of days, it seemed I was starting to get some semblance of control over this power the more I used it, I pushed out with the warmth and felt it hit her body. It was odd how that warmth was a nothing more than a feeling, and yet it felt like a physical sensation every time it made contact with another person. As though I could feel her emotions, almost sense what she was thinking. As though I was becoming one with her.

  Of course that feeling also brought to mind the rather unpleasant sensations I'd felt with the succubus the night before when she used what I could only assume was a similar power ag
ainst me and we ended up in a weird feedback loop where I could feel what she was feeling as she felt what I was feeling. Thinking about that was enough to make my concentration slip.

  But apparently that didn't matter. Felicity's hand ran down my stomach and over my tank top, apparently she'd taken the time to get me into my pajamas the night before, and then her hand wrapped around my cock. Oh yes. There it was. That feeling I loved so much.

  Only it wasn't the feeling I loved so much.

  Her fingers ran up the length of my cock feeling amazing even through the thin material of my shorts, I was amazed she managed to find a pair of pajama shorts big enough to fit my cock, but then her hand was around my shaft and she was squeezing. I let out a yelp that was a combination of surprise and pain and my eyes flew open. Her smile was gone. Now she was staring at me with a look that I could only describe as stern. Her grip tightened again on my cock and I wanted to yell, but I didn't. Briefly I wondered if I'd made another mistake, if maybe this was similar to the succubus where she'd the lured me under false pretenses and now I was going to pay for being so trusting.

  Not for the first time in the past couple of days I made a mental note that I really had to start being more careful about the women I climbed into bed with. It seemed to be getting me into nothing but trouble.

  "Don't use that," Felicity said. "Not on me. Not unless I tell you to."

  I decided it would be best to play innocent. "What are you talking about?"

  Yet she squeezed tighter and tighter until I thought I was definitely going to scream from the pain. I dropped the warmth, partly because I wanted to and partly because I didn't think I could concentrate and maintain it with her staring at me like that and her hand wrapped around my cock like that. As soon as the warmth dropped her grip released and the smile returned to her face.

  "That's better. And that that needs to be our agreement with each other. No powers. Not on each other. That's how the peace is maintained."

  "But I don't even know what your powers are," I said.

  "That's for me to know and for you to find out. Though I sincerely hope you don't have to," she said.

  I shrugged as best I could laying in the tiny bed with Felicity pressed up against me. College beds definitely weren't designed with two people in mind. Not that it ever stopped anybody from using them for more than sleeping.

  I reached over Felicity to my nightstand to grab at my phone. If we weren't going to have a little morning fun then I figured I should at least see what time it was. I wasn't sure if I was going to go to any morning classes, but I definitely planned on going to my history survey in the afternoon. Stacy would be in that class. I plan on finding out exactly why she hadn't texted me for the past couple of days after she found that oh so urgent information and promised to come over that night.

  My anger towards Stacy had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that we had that amazing night and then she'd only send me the one text. No, nothing at all to do with that. I just wanted to know what she found out.

  I flicked the button and the screen popped up, the glow illuminating both my and Felicity's faces in the relative darkness. Though it couldn't be too early in the morning since there was obviously light streaming through the blinds in my room.

  My eyes widened.

  How the hell had I slept that long? Well, it definitely explained why there was sunlight streaming through the blinds and not the more muted tones of sunrise. My history survey class was the last course of the day, but if I didn't hurry I was going to miss it.

  That little incident with the succubus must've left me with one hell of a hangover. I'd never taken this long to sleep something off before in my life.

  "Shit. I have to hurry," I said.

  Felicity sat up on an elbow and pressed a hand against my chest as I tried to get up. Instead of getting up I found myself slamming back against the mattress.

  "What's the big idea?"

  "Where are you going?"

  "I have to get to my history class."

  "Are you forgetting about the succubus last night?"

  I paused for a moment. I wasn't forgetting about the succubus at all. I don't think there was a chance I'd ever forget that unpleasant experience.

  "Not exactly, but I didn't think I'd have to worry about anymore succubi trying to accost me while I was walking to class in the middle of the day," I said.

  "Maybe not succubi, but there are still worse things that could be coming after you now that it's known that there's a daughter of Venus wearing the medallion in this town," Felicity said.

  I squeezed my eyes shut. Worse than the succubus? How the hell was I going to deal with all of this? I needed answers. I needed information. That meant I needed to track down Stacy. And if that meant taking a little bit of a risk then I figured it'd be worth it if I got those answers.

  Plus, how bad could it possibly be in broad daylight?

  I went to stand again and Felicity went to press against my chest, but I wrapped my hand around her wrist. "What was our agreement?"

  I still wasn't sure exactly what Felicity's powers were. I still had no idea exactly what her godly lineage was, for that matter. But I was starting to have a strong suspicion that greater than normal strength was part of the package for her. The way she was able to a push me down against the mattress with just the barest hint of a shove was definitely more than a little inhuman. Superhuman. She felt stronger than any of the guys I'd been with. Much stronger.

  And apparently my little inkling was close to the truth. She paused for a moment with her hand on my chest and then pulled it back with a sigh.

  "You're right Valerie," Felicity said. "I'm sorry."

  "Don't worry about it," I said. "But I still have to get to class."

  I threw my legs over Felicity and paused for a moment to enjoy the delicious feel of my still rock hard cock pressing against her. Only their it definitely wasn't time to stop and enjoy myself. I was serious when I said I was going to be late for class if I delayed even a little bit. I was barely going to have time to hop in the shower.

  "Can I at least come to class with you?" Felicity asked.

  I grabbed the towel and made my way towards the shower. I hesitated for a moment at the door to the bathroom and thought about that. But no, this was one area where I still wasn't comfortable having Felicity along. This was still all too new, I still didn't know her that well. If Stacy really did have some information about what happened to me then I wanted to get it independent of Felicity. I had a feeling she still knew more than she was letting on even if she was on my side, and if that was the case then I figured a little extra information might be helpful.

  "No Felicity," I said. "I think I'll be fine going to one class this afternoon."

  "Are you sure? I could blend in with the other college students."

  I looked her up and down laying there on my bed with the sheets strategically placed so that everything was left to the imagination in a mouthwatering way. Oh yeah, she wouldn't stick out at all.

  "You'd stick out like a hot thumb," I said.

  "What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.

  "This isn't exactly a giant lecture hall full of students. It's moderately a small lecture hall where everybody knows everybody else. At least everyone knows what everyone else in class looks like at this point," I said. "Trust me, it'd be pretty obvious to everyone, the teacher included, that you didn't belong there."

  Fiona sat back on the bed, propped up on her elbows, and I licked my lips as the sheet fell down exposing her magnificent tits. Well, her magnificent tits covered by one of my tank tops that it looked like she'd fished out the night before. Still, I could stare at her chest for hours and never get tired of it. I had to tear myself away from that sight, to go to the shower. She had a pout on her lips as I closed the door behind me, but she didn't make any more noise about coming to class with me.

  * * *

  I got to class about ten minutes late, but apparently that wasn't a problem
as I walked in the door and saw a room full of students chatting but no teacher standing behind his desk. Or at the podium next to the desk. Where was Professor Arnold?

  I paused at the door and scanned the room. I was looking for the telltale brown hair and glasses, maybe a baggy logo t-shirt hiding the oh so delicious treasures lurking just underneath. Only as I scanned the room with the barest hint of excitement looking for Stacy I had only a feeling of sinking disappointment. I didn't see her.

  She wasn't there.

  What the hell? Where was Stacy?

  Maybe she was running late too. Yeah, that had to be it. She was up late studying or something, whatever it was she could've been doing to make her late to class. Not that I'd ever seen her be late or miss class before. Best not to think about that though.

  I did see another girl, Cara, I'd gotten friendly with. It's not like we were best friends or anything, but we went to some of the same parties and she'd talked to me about trying out for the cheerleading squad next year. Apparently she'd been captain of the team at her own school but didn't try out when she came to college.

  So I moved up to take a seat in the center of the small lecture hall, right smack dab in front of the desk. To be honest I was kind of glad Cara was sitting here. It made it easier to keep an eye on both doors leading into the room in case Stacy walked in late.

  She smiled as I approached. I couldn't help but give her an appraising once over with the new appreciation that came up with the monster between my legs. A monster that once again forced me to wear a pair of baggy sweatpants to hide it.

  Cara was definitely looking impressive today. A sharp contrast to the way I was dressed down considering how I usually got done up for class. I know some people said they didn't have time for that sort of thing, but I always figured if you didn't look your best when you were going out then why bother, no matter where you were going. Only today I was definitely slumming it, not by choice to be sure, but slumming it nonetheless.

  Cara wore a tank top that showed off her impressive chest. I did talk to her enough to know she was involved in dance and gymnastics on top of cheering, and I wondered how she managed to pull off the gymnastics with a chest like that. Her combination of gorgeous face, those massive tits that always seemed to strain against whatever she wore, and an amazingly curved ass that I had no doubt was well muscled, I found myself drooling even as my cock started to grow in my sweatpants. She smiled up at me, but blessedly she didn't look down, otherwise she might get the surprise of her life.