Loumé opened the door to his apartment, sighing as the evening had drained him. He was invited out to dinner with some friends, the Saturday supposed to be peaceful as he invested himself back into making music and gaming. His friends however, recalled the day to be his twenty-fourth birthday, and proceeded to take him out to eat and play bowling. The group wanted to make amends for the last year where he went missing at the party they brought him to, having lost him both within the event and outside towards his home. They panicked about the male being captured, or worse killed, because they neglected to remember him being brought along. Of course, it was long forgotten by Loumé, but he wouldn't deny the free meal and drinks to his evening was welcomed. He kept himself stable, however, as he recalled Sarah and Morgana saying they needed to see him tonight specifically, leaving him to disappoint his human world friends.

It had been a whole year in the human realm for him since that night, his birthday having been a few weeks after Halloween. In that time, he learned and done a lot about his real life and the one with the witches. One enchantress in particular had become something of his wife, the buxom blonde beauty after a few of his returns confessing her actual affection in the cutest and meekest way possible. In fact, had Morgana and Janna, two of the rest whom felt something similar, hadn't urged her to push for him, he'd have been in the same instance he'd normally be in. For a while, it had been him returning to visit, the ladies sending coy and flirty comments to him whilst he either learned more about them and their reality or about his mystical powers. It took a few days for him, and a few weeks for them, for someone to drag him secretly to their abode before he found their flirts was nothing short of a foreshadow.

He can still remember his surprise when Nidalee first said she would 'devour him like a snack and break the bed before cleaning up the mess'. She proved it in the collection of hours when she left no mercy or remorse whilst fucking him until her bedpost literally cracked and broke, the last few moments spent with her sucking the soul out of him on a tilted mattress and licking her fingers clean.

Her sisters caught wind of the middle sibling's aggressive advance and commitment to the male, and likewise their flirts becoming insinuations that made his most perverted sessions of pornography watching seem like a visit to a church. Morgana being the immediate runner up, as she managed to make him return not in his normal area before Sarah's manor, but in the winged witch's bed chambers. He could feel the pangs of soreness as the beauty almost brutally rode him, the smashing of her ass into his lap echoing with her fervent moans and laughter. Janna and Tristana followed suit soon after, pulling him into the former's library before allowing him whatever to their nude bodies. Janna's inexperienced teasing was adorably hot while the more adventurous and active witch threw herself back into his thrusts while bent over.

Sarah, of course, having none of her lover's attention being stolen, either started the wave of intimacy in his arrival or finished it before he returned to the human realm. It was when Janna and Morgana had pulled him along for a supposed steamy session between the three of them that the blonde had enough and told them he belonged to her. Their prodding of the leader not being honest led to her sheepishly confessing her love to him and the eventual ritual that bound their souls completely performed by the eldest witch. Now Sarah had full awareness of his condition and mindset, in the same aspect as he did to the collection of women before him. She scolded him for not telling them of his birthday, the celebration afterward between them the first time he's actually enjoyed his birthday.

In their various moments, both commonly interacting and conversation and during sex, he'd learn much from their personalities and purpose as witches. Morgana was the designated cook and baker for the group, having taken the knowledge of thousands who perished to her in culinary arts to create meals they didn't need to eat but enjoyed, nonetheless. Her knowledge from her association to Loumé's mother made her viable as the leader for the witches, but she chose to be advisor of Sarah instead. Her reason being the haunting call of the Coven lingering in her after her closest sister and his mother gave herself to it, leaving Morgana self-conscious about the position. She enjoyed taking walks in the pathway to her abode, the calm and cool moonlight path silencing her internal feud before Loumé came into the picture. Now his mere presence seems to silence them completely, and she smiled warmly whenever he returned. On the flipside, Morgana loved the idea of domination and submissiveness, the latter being her greatest pleasure when she was forced to service. Loumé learned that her masochism was more powerful than anything else, and he'd find her from time to time unconscious from waves of orgasm shutting her system down.

Nidalee managed the control of the familiars and the security of the woods they lived in. when Loumé first came and met her familiar, she was the one who saw him first prowling in the bush. His fleeing alerted her cougars, to which they gave chase until she arrived back to her home, to which she took the reins on his capture. All the other witches have their own familiar, Morgana having a crow, Janna having a mystical quadruped similar to a cat, but with wings and a collection of four tails. Tristana's was a small dog with three heads about half her size. She feeds it whatever meat is left from when she takes the hearts of her victims. Sarah had a cat as well, but hers was comfortably sleeping in a giant mystical cauldron that had arms and legs. The head of the machination was a jack-o-lantern, and its right arm was clawed to grab things where its left was simply a hand to punch things. in often moments when she was sitting on the cauldron, she was comforting and playing with her familiar, meows ringing out from the metal while she smiled lovingly. Similar to her eldest sister, Nidalee enjoyed being submissive to her partner, but in an aspect of her being forced to pleasure herself while audience to their activities with another. He learned quickly that her level of kinkiness far surpassed her sibling's, numerous requests of bizarre and sometimes dangerous activities requested. There was two occasions where the feline witch begged him to take her sisters Janna and Morgana forcefully and unaware, allowing her to merely watch while they were fucked into a puddle of lust and bliss. There was one time where she pleaded with him to fornicate with one of her female cougars while she watched, admitting that it wasn't weird since she did it commonly with her male ones before.

That was the first and last time he heard a girl scream in orgasm while he stuck his dick in an animal. He still shuddered at the memory to this day.

Tristana was the one who designed and built their magic equipment such as their flight brooms, Sarah's shoes that gave her jettison flight, Morgana's many cooking tools and the preserving vases for Janna's collection of brains. Not to mention the multitude of torture tools they keep in their basements for 'guests'. Loumé made a dry thank you for giving Nidalee the cattle prod that seared his stomach, the short enchantress apologizing meekly for her sister finding amusement in that. She designed the outfits they wore, the original weapons that Sarah used along with her cauldron cannon, and even the architecture of their homes and the traps that Loumé fortunately avoided whilst within with the inclusion of her more knowledgeable sister. The magical power she kept didn't just boost her own spells but was used to charge the devices more attuned to the spellcraft that they all used. Those brooms would literally be just brooms had the second youngest witch of the five of them not infused the power into them. Tristana's sense of adventure was only matched by her sense of jealousy. She often times lured the male for fun while he was with another of her sisters, relishing the quick fuck either in her home or even nearby the sister he was with. Sarah was livid the time she found her nude and riding him while he was tied up against her manor's outside wall. Tristana's only response was a question of if Sarah wanted to take his face for a few minutes and finish while she was closing in on orgasm. Sarah agreed. He was sore.

Janna, as Keeper of Knowledge, obviously held all the worldly and otherworldly information within her home. Each brain she obtained preserved in a mystical fluid that analyzed and recorded the accumulated information in the organ before the container scribbled it into code that only she could read before rewriting it legibly into the tomes on the shelves. She was a fast and intensive learner, writing whole books of knowledge from minds collected in days. For that, she was the one who created their recipes for potions, equipment, food and methods of practice. She also was the medical expert, having been able to study countless bodies and the information from doctors and surgeons she found. She had mastered and spoke fluently every human language, even dabbling in dying and long deceased languages Loumé never heard of. Needless to say, she learned of some of humanities darker and more vivid devices and activities, merely shrugging off the thousands of years of death and turmoil. She was a completely different monster when she learned of his phone, which housed nearly all her current knowledge and more through what he told her was the internet. He gulped when she asked what the internet was, as he knew of the beauty and destruction that it was. Her more intense interest since Loumé arrival was that of relationship and amorous areas. She read the entirety of the Kamasutra apparently, and asked him to join her in "research of the various positions". She was pretty particular, however, to the softer and more romantic side of sex, spicing up simpler positions with what he discovered was her insane flexibility. She admitted that she was in love with him, but didn't understand it as the fire he and Sarah had wasn't with her. Janna decided instead to simply investigate her feelings with more sex, to which he wasn't against.

Lastly was Sarah. To say she wasn't his perfect woman would be a blatant lie. Being the leader of the group, she decided the course of action in the event of something cataclysmic to their reality, the only two times something like that happened was with the last leader centuries ago named Ahri had broken a Witch Cross and been exiled into the human realm as some creature, and the second being when his mother had been taken by the Coven and they were out a Keeper. She took the mantle of responsibility when Morgana and Evaine refused and Nidalee and Tristana weren't skilled enough to do so. Then when Evaine was discovered dead with Janna having read a fair amount of her library's knowledge, she merely offered her to stay as a witch after telling her of her true body's fate. The youngest witch was, of course, reluctant to the offer, but accepted it nonetheless as she was unable to leave now anyway. She was strong, charming, smart and beautiful, the likes of which made any and every other woman he's been interested in, including his first love, pale in comparison. Not to mention he was a man who thoroughly enjoyed the upper assets of a woman's sexual appeal, and her breasts literally defied the laws of gravity and logic for him. She knew when to tease him and when to show how much she wanted him. She knew when to be romantic and adorable and when to be a seductress bound in sin and depravity. It wasn't that her siblings were inferior to her sexually, but she hit literally every check mark on his list for attraction. If he had a dollar for every time she made his heart skip a beat or pump faster than it would during a marathon, he'd die a rich man. He didn't want her, he needed her. And Loumé discovered she needed him, as without his soul being bound to her, she would have died as a normal witch. Evidently, his soul was halfway bound to her already when he transferred the power that changed her into what Morgana dubbed the 'Ascended Witch' that she was. The ritual that fully linked them merely a final step to solidify their relationship, even more when Tristana forged two nearly identical rings that would be used as communication between them and a key to bring him between the realms. He put hers on her ring finger, Janna knowing immediately the symbolic sign it was and cheering as she was the first to congratulate their marriage. He was sheepish, not realizing what he had done until he did it, while she leapt at him with lips on his before sending a coy and loving "I do". Loumé was quick to reply the same.

The male in question sat in the seat of his room next to his computer, briefly looking at the scheduling he made that related to the time in the witch realm. What was one hour in the human realm was little over two days in theirs, with a full night's rest being nearly half a month for them. Each day he was awake was a month without him, and Sarah made sure to contact him at specific intervals during the daytime to keep up with him. Now he was on a weeklong break from everything, his recent collection of songs finding interest with some record company before he became a musical sensation. He was free to do whatever he wanted on his vacation while the money rolled in from sales of his first ever album he titled "Bewitched", that reflected his experience with the women and events outside mortal bounds. With his week, he was returning to those same women with news of his success and to spend more time with his beloved.

"Welp…time to see what the hubbub was with Sarah and Morgana…" Loumé mused as he scratched his chin and turned off his computer. He flourished his hand possessing his wedding band in a circle before him, a mystical white line trailing before him in response to his action before a humming circle of swirling purple energy was shown. The portal he made would put him in the newly made estate that built with all five-woman residing within, the decision to return to one building coming when they grew tired of having to traverse the realm to another home for him. Sarah's part was in the center, with Morgana and Nidalee on the right wing and Tristana and Janna on the left. He would step into the foyer of the center part for Sarah, before finding the ladies wherever they were and seeing what was going on. He grabbed the bouquet of flowers he had for Sarah before stepping into the circle with a smile.

At least, that's what he expected to do, until he found five pairs of hands reach from the opposite side the moment his foot went through and grab his shirt and body before pulling harshly on him.

"Oh fu-" he uttered before the pull turned into a toss, the male finding himself against a wall of a well lit room with carpet beneath him. The roses slipped out his hand before he was sent through, the portal closing suddenly with him on the other side. "Oooow…There anyway you girls could be gentler with…me…?"

Loumé lost his argument after he was approached by the five sisters suddenly, all five standing above him in nothing but heels, thigh high stockings, very revealing lingerie and eyes colored a swirl of pink that hinted at what was to come. The underwear in question left so little to imagination that they would have been more efficient in just going nude, considering their bras split or opened in the middle to show their nipples poking out. Their panties either splitting to expose their lower lips or being so thin the fabric tucked into the folds anyway. What stuck out the most was the choker they all wore on their necks with small rings at the front.

Nidalee giggled sultrily as she was the first to respond. "Gentle? I don't think that will be a word to use for a while, sweet boy~" she purred.

"Gods, I hadn't realized how much of a treat he was…Looking so hot should be a crime, sweetie," Morgana added with her lip between her teeth.

"I'd love to taste this piece of candy," Tristana continued with a growl, licking her lips. "Get all of that filling out~"

"Fuck tasting, I'm going to devour this boy," Janna mewled darkly, her finger being coiled by her tongue.

"Now, now ladies. We all agreed on what was to happen first before we had our fun," Sarah cooed as she looked between her hungry looking sisters. "So let's all together now-"

"Happy birthday, Loumé!" they all cheered. The male was smiling at the gesture, standing up from the floor and failing to keep his eyes from the collection of sexy bodies that was before him.

"Ladies…you shouldn't have. I don't care for my birthday enough to warrant a show like this," he returned. "I will admit I like it though,"

Sarah giggled as she stepped forward, pulling her man into a tongue tangled kiss that she was forced to break within seconds. "We don't feel the same unfortunately, baby. You've been the best thing to us since forever, and we'd like to properly reward and thank you for that," she replied. "Besides…" Sarah slipped a collection of leather straps with hooks at the end into his open palm before pulling him close to whisper into his ear. "This isn't for show, you delicious hunk."

The male looked to his wife with wide eyes, then to her four sisters before realizing what the straps were. They were leashes, and the chokers on their necks were collars. Everything fell to place not three seconds after she stepped back to display the ready, willing and able collection of arousal that was before him. He gaped, before he saw Janna on the far-left hand him a small vial of pink. Justifying what was happening and what he was given, Loumé grinned wildly as he popped the cork on the vial and downed the substance easily, tossing it away as the effects swirled in him. He felt blood rushing to his groin, his body getting hot and his breathing getting rough. The male peeled the shirt from off his body, exposing the now well developed and toned muscle beneath.

The next thing he knew was the four surrounding him on the massive bed that was in Sarah's chambers, his hips going wild as he held his beloved's leash with a firm grip in his left hand, his cock disappearing and reappearing from her dripping pussy as he pounded ruthlessly into her from behind. She would be screaming in ecstasy had she not been ordered to prepare the winged witch's core and forbidden hole with her tongue for his eventual arrival. His free hand occupied Tristana's tongue, before being removed and slipping down to invade the small woman's folds in smooth pumps. Tristana went cross eyed as she licked Loumé sinewy right bicep while panting. Janna clung to his left side, melting from the feeling of the male lapping and teasing her right breast with his mouth. She flinched and panted as sparks of arousal shot through her, her modest breasts the most sensitive out of everyone else. Nidalee hung beside the winged witch, licking and sucking at her neck while one hand teased Morgana's breast while another plunged into her own snatch and fingered herself.

"That's it, Sarah. Clean that pussy up for me," Loumé grunted, sending a slap into her bare ass. The smooth skin turning red against the ripples of his effort behind her as he continued to plunge into her wanting pussy. The blonde moaned and cried through her labored breathing and muffling cunnilingus to her sibling. "You liked that didn't you, you little minx? Such a hot pussy begging me to fuck it," he continued. He started slowing his thrusts into her, savoring the tightness as his cock escaped to reveal copious amounts of her aroused secretion coating his shaft. "You came, didn't you? Naughty little slut, cumming before your master,"

Sarah moaned enthusiastically to admit it. She came hard when his smacked her ass, and the fluids that dripped from his cock onto the mattress was nothing short of evidence to how hot she was for him. She noticed he stopped moving and began moving back into his shaft while it was in her, another slap to her ass making her mewl again. He chuckled at her eagerness, feeling all the more aroused as his wife threw herself into his waist.

"You have such a slutty sister, Morgana. But then again, it runs in the family, doesn't it?" he called before turning to Janna with a ravenous gaze. Janna didn't need to be told to know what he wanted, her tongue sticking out willingly before he sucked the muscle into his mouth and began a hot, sloppy kiss with the Keeper. It was short, with the woman lapping at his jaw before kissing and licking his neck in greed to his taste. Loumé smiled as he knew the woman was enraptured in him, he knew all of them hungered for his pleasure. And likewise, he was hungry for them as well, the prey turning into a predator over the year that he'd been with them. He knew their weak spots, their fantasies, their limits and their source of arousal. The best part of it all was he knew they loved him as much as he loved them.

"Y-yes! You made her so naughty. You made us so hot…!" Morgana called as her Leader responded with a deeper invasion of her oral muscle.

The male tugged on the leash he put to his wife, pulling her up from her sisters pussy and listening to her moans freed from muffles. He watched in amusement at the lustful winged sibling mewled into her younger dark-skinned sibling, locking their tongues heatedly as she crawled over Nidalee and replaced her fingers in Nidalee's pussy, pumping and twisting until the feline witch was a ppurring mess. The sight of such unabashed yearning enticed an orgasm from the male, his hands pulling from her collar and Tristana's snatch to grip the Hunter's waist and keep her steady as his hips began pumping hard.

"F-fuck…! Gonna fill this…fucking tight pussy-oh shi-" he hitched, biting into her shoulder to bear with his first orgasm. The blonde was now screaming as his roughness into climax sent her over the edge as well. He wanted to savor his cock pulsing with escaping seed into his wife, but knew he had a collection of beauties looking for their own cream filling from him. Luckily, he was nowhere near finished, the concoction he took from Janna no doubt a potion that had him raring for as long as he wanted to be. And he wanted to keep going until all of them were oozing, painted and drunk from his cum.

He released his lover from his grip, the blonde falling forward as Loumé clamored around her and gripped the winged witch by her right leg, pulling her from atop the feline enchantress and into his waist facing him. "Come here…" he growled, guiding his cock with his freed right hand into her drenched folds in one plunge. He watched Tristana circle him, going to Morgana's right side and capturing her respective teat in her mouth. Nidalee quickly mimicked the younger sibling, the two of them abusing the eldest sister's orbs while he fucked her. he was slightly upset that they blocked her breasts from bouncing but didn't think anything of it until he saw her upper body being serviced. With a firm grip to Morgana's waist, he resumed thrusting his lower half into pussy, the slaps of skin against skin meeting the mewls and cries of euphoria from the witch.

"Turn your asses here, you two," he ordered to Tristana and Nidalee. They obliged without qualm and joined their sibling's opera of sex when Loumé plunged his middle and ring fingers into their folds. Morgana's legs went up to hang at Loumé's ears, her thighs coming together to allow her sisters closer access to the male's reach.

Janna mewled as she was pulled from the man she adored, her protest silenced as her leader tackled her to the ground of the room and began furiously making out with her.

The kiss was broken in seconds, before Sarah crawled low, her fondness of the sweet honeypot from her siblings now an addiction. "I'll take care of you, baby sis~" she cooed as she began fingering and eating her youngest spell-sister's pussy. Janna's back arched at the waves of sensual frenzy. The blonde hunter's tongue flicked and teased the love bud over and over, slipping into the tight and wet entrance with her digits to taste her sister's arousal as it coated her fingers. The sound of sucking and slurping echoed more than Morgana's moans to the Keeper, her hand reaching behind Sarah's head to pull her deeper into her core.

Sarah giggled at the lewd expression on Janna's face, before she pulled out her fingers from her sex and prodded her anus. To her surprise, the forbidden hole seemed occupied already, as the Hunter took a finger to a ring that protruded from within and pulled. When the object came out to be a knobbed rod, Sarah smiled wickedly as she realized the younger witch had stuffed her anus beforehand.

Oh my, Janna…Who knew you were a butt slut? Sarah thought, her fingers now having a new target to invade while she delighted upon her juices in taste. Janna was ashamed of herself for enjoying the touch of her sister, but the bliss of her newest invaders muted her embarrassment.

"S-sarah! Mmmm!" she writhed, her bottom lip caught in her teeth as bliss overtook her quickly, the first of many orgasms rolling through her body.

Loumé hadn't finished with Morgana but pulled the smaller witch Tristana away and unsheathed himself from the winged witch. "Now it's your turn," he growled, pressing her down onto her stomach before splitting her legs with his freed hand and sheathing himself not in her pussy but in her anus. Her eyes rolled up into her head as he began a ruthless onslaught into her prone body from above, her rear rippling at each pump. "Mmm! This tight little ass fucking teases me to bang it!"

"Y-yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! Aaah! Mmm!" Tristana cried, her moans melting into the mattress. Her legs bent up, her toes curling as the hot invading tool nearly dug in her stomach, bolts of euphoria rippling as much as her ass to each thrust and resounding louder than the clap of the skin on skin contact. She had to close her eyes to keep herself focused, the bliss drowning her into submission. "S-so big!"

Morgana, who needed something to fill the void that was in her pussy, turned to her younger dark-skinned sister, quickly climbing her legs over her head and burying her own between Nidalee's. The feline witch reached from under the thick legs of the Seeker and grabbed her waist, her tongue going to work as Morgana's did in their sixty-nine.

Tristana was moaning into the mattress, her ass having extensive use from the male as she enjoyed anal the most out of everyone else. She was the smallest in breasts out of her sisters but prided herself in the massive rear she hid under her skirt, a pride squashed into euphoria by the familiar rod that repeatedly pounded into her. That same rod brought her to orgasm quickly, mere moments after his grip to her sides began pulling her up into his downward thrusts. The male joined the Thief in bliss, the hot release of his second load painting her rectum white before he pulled out to cover her ass in the remaining goblets of seed.

Loumé turned to see Morgana and Nidalee pleasuring each other blissfully, and Sarah dining on the youngest sibling's pussy on the floor. He looked back to the drunken Thief, before pulling her along as he moved on Morgana's side of the sixty-nine between her and Nidalee. The male gripped the winged Seeker by the hair, pulling her from her sister snatch and plunging his cock into her mouth. His hand that pulled Tristana went back into her pussy, the smaller witch seizing up with her ass in the air and her face still in the mattress. Morgana was eager to taste Loumé's dick, her tongue rolling under the shaft while she bobbed back and forth. She peered up to see his head thrown back at her blowjob, another added to the countless ones she had done before for him. Moments of enthusiastic sucking turned into him keeping her head steady by holding her hair while he fucked her throat, his hips bucking into her mouth where her gurgles and cries mixed into a sloppy chorus of oral worship.

"F-fuck you have and amazing throat, Morgana…!" he panted, cupping her head as his thrusts got harsher. He was punching the entrance of her throat with the bulbous head of his cock, coughs seeing air starting to mix into her gurgles. He sheathed himself deep, feeling her tongue excitedly lap under his shaft before he pulled out from her mouth. She was breathing hard and watched closely as he buried himself in Nidalee's cunt. The winged spell-sister didn't waste a second before her own tongue returned to the feline enchantress' lovebud, stimulating higher levels of bliss from her and causing a cacophony of cries to break from Nidalee under her.

Sarah had tasted much of the youngest witch's orgasm, a small puddle of what missed her tongue staining the carpet below her and sticking to her jaw. She sat up and wiped her chin, before crawling over her sister's body and straddling her head. The pinkette looked up to her Leader and elder sister, seeing a demanding gaze peered at her as she parted her pussy for Janna to take the hint. She was shy to the implication of eating her sister out, but the first lick was met with many more as the lingering taste of Loumé's cock mixed well with Sarah's arousal and orgasm. Janna took the initiative and reached up to fondle Sarah's larger breasts with her left hand while her right slipped back to her core to rub at her clitoris. The cute gaze that Janna gave Sarah was too hot, the leader caught off by the orgasm that ran through her so soon.

Janna noticed a torrent of fluid escape onto her tongue from her sister before Sarah attempted to disengage from her. The pinkette had none of it, and quickly pulled the Hunter back into her face to consume more of her sex despite her orgasm. "W-wait, Janna! I n-need a second!" Sarah called. The pinkette shook her head in rejection, continuing to drink from the fountain that flowed from the Hunter while urging more of the fluid to escape.

Loumé groaned out, bucking his hips deep into the feline sorceress and letting loose more of his seed into her core. The long moan that escaped Nidalee rumbled into the winged witch that sat upon her face, her lips escaping for air from her cunt. "F-fuck I can feel it! It's so hot!" Nidalee mewled. Morgana smirked with a sultry look, as she leaned back to where the two were connected and shove the male back to eject his cock from her. The eldest sister silenced what was to be Nidalee's protests of interrupting her jovial collection of seed, capturing the still orgasming cock in her lips and sucking out the contents as it came. As he finished seconds later, the winged enchantress pulled back, savoring the white goo in her mouth. Tristana was quick to grab the Seeker and press her lips and tongue onto Morgana and collect the spunk she stole. Morgana hummed in complaint at the younger Thief for stealing her prize, watching as Tristana quickly gulped down half of the wad without hesitation before resuming the oral contact.

"Don't be greedy, girls," Loumé stated. The idea of the male overfilling the sisters had each of them shuddering in anticipation, the pink in their eyes swirling hotly as they inched closer to him. Even Nidalee, who remained under the Seeker of Essence, coiled her legs around his waist to reach that prize, Loumé having to peel her off him. "But first, I have a librarian to enjoy,"

They moaned and whined in protest, to which he chuckled before detangling himself from the three. He kicked over the bed to his lover and her youngest spell-sibling. "Let her move, Sarah." He ordered. The Hunter was reluctant to allow the sibling who felt as much love for him as she did taste what he had, but the evening was his to command, and he desired all of them the same way they desired him. Sarah moved off the pinkette, her glasses going crooked as Janna sat up and looked to the patient male she adored.

"What do you want me to do?" Janna asked. Loumé gripped the base of his dick and pointed the head at her.

"Let's see what that mouth can do, Janna," he suggested. The woman gulped as she caught eye to the tool before her, as intimidating as it was the first time she allowed him to take her. Sarah giggled as she brought the Keeper closer with one hand, joining her free hand on his shaft.

"Let's show Loumé how much of a true slut you are, Janna" Sarah cooed as she shoved her youngest sibling into Loumé crotch. Janna meekly began licking at the head of his dick, keeping a wary eye to his expression as she serviced him before sticking more and more of his cock in her mouth. Morgana, Nidalee and Tristana watched on as Janna continued to worship him, watching in awe as she suddenly shoved all his length down her throat without a gag reflex to dissuade her.

"Oh my…I didn't think you naughty enough to deep throat him so easily, Janna…" Tristana called.

"Even I had some trouble my first time…" Morgana admitted.

"I still can't," Sarah added as she watched with wide eyes the meekest spell-sister pull back until only his head was in her mouth before returning his full length down her throat, bringing up a surprising pace of ease. Loumé moaned at Janna's deepthroat, tilting his head back as she continued and savoring every inch to the base being covered by soft lips and a velvet tongue.

"You've been practicing, haven't you?" he mused through uneven breaths. She pulled away from his cock entirely, stroking him with her hand.

"W-when Sarah told us it was your birthday, I wanted to make it special anyway I can," she admitted. "I…I even kept my…other entrance ready…if you wanted it,"

Loumé chuckled as he cupped Janna's cheek. "Do what you want, Janna. It's your turn," he offered. She nodded before standing up from her knees and straddling his lap. she rest one hand to his shoulder while her other took his cock in and hand guided it to her pussy. She writhed as the thick organ began to split her open and impaled her, letting out a long breath of air after half of the length was too much to bear. She began moving up and down, relishing the feeling of his hot shaft within her. it wasn't the first time she had sex with him, and likely wouldn't be the last, but each time seemed so surreal that it was frightening for her. he had forever carved his shape into her since their private moments became frequent, and she still had the hardest time out of all her sisters taking everything in her core.

Sarah giggled as her youngest spell0sister mewled in ecstasy. "I think I know something you'll like better, Janna," she offered after recalling the toy that occupied her anus previously. The blonde Hunter moved behind the pinkette, gently pushing her forward until she squished her C-cup breasts into his face.

"S-sarah?!" she called out.

"Don't play coy, Janna. I felt that little ring in this spot earlier. Someone is more freelance than she shows, huh?" Sarah teased as she dug her pinky into the forbidden fruit and hooked onto the ring within. Janna seized up on top of the male, before she let out a shrill moan, her eyes rolling up into her head as the toy she had buried there after several minutes of torturous trial was being pulled out, one orb after another. The other witches looked in shock at the golf ball sized orb that popped out the Keeper's rectum. They could see a little chain that linked further in, the leader slowly pulling out three more orbs while Janna shuddered at the sensation overwhelming her. A fourth and final larger ball popped from her rectum, the Keeper shuddering as she no doubt came from the stimulation.

"Oh my…! I didn't think you so slutty, Janna," Nidalee added. "Why not service Loumé with that ass you so generously prepped for him?"

The Keeper peeled away from the male, a drunken smile spread on her face as she mindlessly removed herself from her core and impaled him into her rectum. She leveled her body with her hands on his knees and her legs at his side, before she began bouncing her midsection up and down at a steady pace. Her siblings, who found the unbridled arousal that she shamelessly displayed with such a position pleasured themselves, fingers rubbing and prodding their lower lips.

Loumé, to say the least, was on cloud nine. "F-fucking…hell, you're gripping my dick, Janna," he groaned, laying back, his head falling onto the lap of the winged sorceress who sat behind him. He peered up to see Morgana watching her youngest sister continue to ride him, her right hand tweaking and pinching her respective nipple as she fondled her breast. The erotic lingerie that she kept on still poking her hard nipples out their openings, her forehead soon accumulating sweat as pleasure seeped into the rooms air like fumes of smoke. The moans and cries of sex filled his ears from all angles, the sound of mewls and hisses of the others beside them in their own state of delirium echoing with his own.

"S-so good…you're dick is filling me…" she moaned. Janna continued for several minutes before Loumé came within her ass, the pinkette joining him as hot goo filled her rectum. Her pussy leaked her orgasm onto his lap, before she removed herself from his cock. She displayed his results of pleasure, spreading her ass cheeks to show the leaking white that began falling down her legs. The sight was something to behold as the modestly proportioned Keeper of Knowledge smiled erotically to her reward for her efforts.

Nidalee was quick to replace her atop Loumé's waist, as she impaled herself in her core and began grinding him. "Mmmm…I fucking love when that hard cock pounds my little kitty, Loumé" she cried. She grabbed one of his hands, guiding it to molest her sizeable breast while she moved. She kept her underwear on, but her bra was gone from her entirely. She purred and whined as she moved, the girth he filled her once again striking all the spots she had loved. There truly was nothing like feeling a hard cock in her wanting pussy, especially from one who had fucked her so many times by his or her volition.

"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, you beast of a snack!" she screamed. Her feline eyes rolled up into her head as pants began escaping her, the siblings around them, now including Janna, continuing to pleasure themselves and reaching smaller orgasms as they became audience to the bliss. Soon Loumé gripped the dark-skinned Hungerer of Voices by the waist and pumped up into her pussy, roaring low as he stained her insides white with his seed in one thrust. Nidalee slipped from atop him, dropping herself onto his dick and sucking his head of the remaining seed that hadn't filled her. her pussy dripped similar to Janna of his substance, a delighted and satisfied purr rumbling in her as a true feline would to their happiness.

Tristana, having had enough watching, moved over the worship of her dark-skinned sibling and faced away from the male, the reverse cowgirl a wonderful image as she slipped his still erect dick into her body and began bouncing on him. "Now its my turn…" The last load he gave her having dried mostly, but her main lower lips still aching for attention. She was void of all her underwear, even her stockings and heels having been tossed away for complete nudity to grace her.

"You-mmm-left me hanging so many times…aaah! You fucking tease…I'm going to drain you…oooh….dry this time!" She used his legs to keep herself balanced, grinding and bouncing as her elder and junior witch did before her. Loumé took full advantage of such a position, reaching from behind her to her face where two of his right hands fingers slipped into her mouth while his left hand gripped her side, the smaller woman's A-cup breasts being teased using two fingers. Her moans were sloppier, saliva dribbling from her mouth as the birthday boy met her motions. Her hair stuck to her face as sweat covered her head, and similar to her sisters, she was victim to orgasm before he filled her insides with a load. The Thief of hearts fell forward, the overwhelming stimuli of sex turning her into the first of the five to fall unconscious.

Before Loumé could lay his head back, he noticed the soft embrace of the winged Seeker of Essence gone from his head. He saw Morgana prowl around to his right side, while his lover slipped to his left from the floor and ran a lascivious tongue up his face before nibbling and teasing his left ear.

"I've been waiting for this for a while, sweetie. Now, I take what I am owed~" she growled lustfully. Unlike the former three, Morgana was far more aggressive, having planted her heeled feet on his sides while her hands were on his legs. He tilted his head back as the clap of her rear into his legs from her much stronger plunges echoed in rhythm. He looked back to see her bra and panties still on, the bountiful mounds erotically bouncing up and down almost hypnotically as she kept such a lewd and needy glare and smile trained on him. She bit down on her lip, the waves of bliss rolling over her just as fast as she was moving. The arousing winged enchantress lost track of when her orgasm began, but feeling it again made her drop finally on Loumé's lap, leaving her mewling and moaning as his thinner load of spunk leaked out from where they were connected. She giggled sultrily as she let the weakening erection slip from her folds, her right hand slipping down her body to spread open her pussy to allow the seed to drip from her in his eyes. "Mmmmm…thank you for the creamy filling, sweet boy…"

Morgana slid back to his right side, before Sarah took the final spot to the throne of bliss. Her bare breasts and pussy exposed with just her stockings left on her, she sat upon his body with her knees at his sides and her calves and feet curled on his lap.

"Best for last…" he mused.

"Fucking right, it is…" she returned. The blonde leader leaned in to capture her beloved's lips hungrily, having to watch with impatience as her sisters took his cock and seed one after the other. Morgana winked at her before she was finished, signaling the Hunter of Souls to claim her man at long last. They made out furiously on the mattress, the taste of the youngest sibling lingering on her lips as he grabbed at her round ass with his right hand and cupped her generously sized breast with his left. Their tongues a brutal concoction of lust and love, the male feeling her escape from his lips before reaching behind her and aligning his dick to her vagina, sliding into the head and sheathing him within her.

"Y-yesss…I love you so much…!" she mewled and whined as she rocked into his dick, pants mixing with his before being silenced by another hungry lip lock. It was his turn now to break from her tongue, diving into her neck as his left hand joined his right to her open ass to guide her movement. She was moaning in his ear, whispering his name and swears in chants as they closed in on the climax. With a buck of the hips, the male dug himself as deep as he could into the woman above him, his groan of her name muffled into her skin as she whined with a satisfied smile stretching her face.

Both drowned in their lover to see or feel the mystical hand of the winged witch over them, a warm smile on her face.

"Happy Birthday, Loumé," Sarah breathed to him, as her body gave out finally on top of him. The male lulled to sleep soon after, his now flaccid and spent cock falling from her lower lips as a copious amount of seed expelled from her. he faintly heard the winged Seeker and the still conscious but drained Keeper and Hungerer repeat their leader's words, before he finally gave to the exhaustion, their mostly nude bodies exiting the room with the unconscious Thief held by Nidalee.

Nine years later…

The sound of limbs connecting limbs as grunts of effort and strain echoed in the spare room, combat practice a routine for the now magically expertise that was the platinum and black-haired male. He and his mystically constructed duplicate once again sparred in the open courtyard of the manor, the real Loumé dodging and blocking his clone's aggressive attacks before going on the offensive and sending a flurry of strikes to his defensive maneuvers. It had been an hour-long session of training; one he had done each time he returned to the witch realm from the human realm. He was attired in a sleeveless training shirt of black and comfort fit trackpants of gray. His feet were bare, the freedom of weight allowing for faster and more controlled motions. His forearms glowed with magic, serving as armaments for offense and defense against his mimic for training.

Things had changed dramatically in the near decade that he'd been here. The Seeker of Essence finally joining his mother in the Coven years prior after declaring Janna the new advisor of the Leader. It was a sad event, all the siblings in tears as their beloved Seeker had released her last breath before her wings covered her body and let her sleep. With the mantle passed, the witch realm required a new member to take the reins of the fifth witch to maintain the balance of the realm. How fortunate it was that a youthful but deceptively aged trickster was to enter the realm the year proceeding the vacancy, and with zeal, take the fifth role as a witch so long as she was allowed free presence between the realms as Loumé was.

None of the witches knew where their spell-sister Zoe went when she departed the realm, but she returned as frequently as Loumé with her magic having not drained an ounce. It mattered none to them, as things were peaceful and happy in their reality with or without her presence.

That peace and happiness was exemplified with the sixth soul whom resided within the realm, and was currently scampering through the halls of the manor with the leader guiding her to her husband.

"Daddy! Daddy! Mommy showed me a new trick!" the young girl screamed as she pushed through the wooden doors leading to the courtyard. Loumé paused his sparring, turning and smiling to see his eight year old daughter running up to him with her arms open. The girl possessed long red hair that flowed to her back, a clump of platinum blonde naturally stripping her bangs. She wore the cutest purple dress which had the design of an adorable "OwO" faced Jack-o-lantern on the front.

The duplicate he was sparing with glowed white before seeping back into the male entirely, before he dropped to a squat with open arms and a jovial smile. "There's my little girl!" he called with a laugh as his daughter jumped into his arms. He brought her up, laughing and spinning with her in the air, before placing her back down to see his wife approaching with a loving smile. "…And there's my lovely girl."

"Hello, my handsome man," Sarah returned, coming close and planting a loving and affectionate kiss to the male. "Your daughter wants to show you something, Lou,"

"Oh?" he gestured, looking to the girl hugging his leg. "What does my little witch have to show me?"

The small girl jumped excitedly before stepping back and holding out her hand, her arm glowing before a wooden stick appeared from thin air in her palm. Loumé brightened as he witnessed his daughter summon a witch broom for the first time. "See, daddy! I have a broom like mommy now!" she giggled.

"That's so cool, Evaine! Did she teach you how to fly with it?"

"She says I am too young to fly yet, but if I can make a familiar before my next birthday she will!" Evaine cheered. Loumé sent a wry look to his wife.

"You want our daughter to fall trying to fly?" she deadpanned.

"You'd be literally right there to catch her!" he reasoned. She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "At least take her flying to let her get used to being in the air."

"And potentially lose my grip on her or fall with her in my hold? No thank you," Sarah retorted.

"Sarah, when was the last time you fell from flying?" the blonde didn't say anything, realizing that she had never messed up her flying.

"…That's not the point, Loumé" she retorted. He chuckled before pulling his pouting wife close, his height barely shadowing hers now. "What are you doing?"

"Loving my wife. What are you doing?"

"Scolding my husband," she returned. He laid another kiss to which she returned.

"Weird synonym for love, but I'm okay with that," he mused. "Want me to scold you?" she cocked an eyebrow to the blatant flirt of innuendo. "…I'm not hearing a no~"

"Ew! Daddy is giving mommy cooties!" Evaine said. He laughed before looking to his daughter playfully before a mischievous glint caught in his eye that she saw,

"Yeah…and you're next! Haha!" he roared before she began running with him giving chase. The Hunter of Souls smiled lovingly as she watched her man and daughter play in the courtyard, warmth flowing through her as such love had never filled her before. To think that ten years ago, this man was lost in her home begin hunted by her siblings before besting her in combat and claiming her as his lover. It was quite the reality she sighed at. She missed her elder sisters dearly, but was grateful for Evaine for giving birth to such a man for her to love, and Morgana for gifting her with the ability to manifest her love into such a beautiful young girl all those years ago.

How fortunate it was for the leader of the witch realm to be bewitched by love.

*sits down in familiar yet dusty chair*

Long time no see, everyone.

I want to first thank you for reading this recent idea I had to write. I had an idea about a week back to base a story on skin concepts, since it's pretty rare for anything that isn't K/DA to get some love. Not to mention a good portion of the faces in this story haven't had much feature here in FF. It was a bit of a ride constructing how my newest OC was going to be with the universe based from surprisingly unpopular skins. It is definitely a little OOC of the known characters, and I am certain there are questions about the whole thing that need to be answered, so I will try and answer them here if you hadn't figured them out already.

Q. Who tf is Evaine, outside Loume and MF's daughter?

A. Evaine is a persona imagined by the fans of League's lore who gave the name to Leblanc, the Deceiver. I figured she would make an excellent overhead idea that bound together a male who wishes to free himself from torment. Other names are Emilia and Evangaline, to which I simply adopted Evaine cause it sounded like a name for a witch.

Q. Who tf is Jan (Janice)?

A. Duno if it mattered, but Loume (BTW pronounced Loo-may) in his normal life was a loner who had been heart broken by a high school sweet heart. She was lured by popularity with the more distasteful crowd before a poor event with multiple men after she left Loume branded her someone of poor standards. As you read, the male hadn't been able to save her from the darkness that was social anxiety before...you know the rest.

Q. You broke the fourth wall a few times.

A. Not a question but yeah. i figured a guy of modern mentality would see things somewhat related to his normal reality to rationalize what he's dealing with. Being trapped in an unfamiliar world, brutally tortured in mind,body and spirit would leave most broken as it did for him. His rise with the powers came from exposure to the women who chased him, and the eventual mixing of his human blood with the essence and concoction Janna had on that shelve.

Q. How did he overpower MF, who was proclaimed the strongest witch?

A. Because Evaine, and by extension of her heritage Loume, was stronger as a witch than MF. When MF was technically second to last in line with Nidalee being recent, Evaine was to take the lead when Ahri (yes, I couldn't think of another female mage who could take the idea I had of an arousing witch so in that regard, I grabbed a cliche champ and worked with it) was banished into the lore accurate reality she is in.

Q. What the fuck am I reading?

A. A bullshit attempt at mixing the horror of Outlast, the ladies of the league and my own perversion. Weird flex indeed.

Q. What does that make Loume if he's a male with witch blood?

A. "You're a wizard, Harry." (I literally only remember that part because of memes. I have never read or been interested in Harry Potter. Don't get on me for that.)

If anyone has more questions about this story, feel free to PM me and I will answer to the best of my ability. I MIGHT extend this to add an invasion of the Coven and maybe make this a whole new thing, but much like other grand works on the website, I cannot guarantee anything unless popularity dictates it. (Still waiting on certain stories with a fox and my favorite moon lady to finish, but he/she's their own people).