Spellkey

Spellkey

Prologue

Arlia Kingdom is a lush western land which borders Verlia Kingdom on the grand continent of Shistus. Arlia is a land of a secretive yet liberate people who are often unique and self serving. Some are selfish in their endeavors while others wish to work toward some higher cause. Most of all however, Arlia is known for it's witches.

Witches are something of the powerful underground world in Arlia and have their own social rules and regulations for behavior however loose those rules may be. Witches are independent of others of their kind generally only associating regularly with two other creatures. Their familiar (often a black cat or a raven) and their Spellkey.

Witches become so by inventing a spell. By creating a powerful spell they become renowned. A witch may not own more than one spell unless she unlocks and steals the spell of another witch. This can only be done with a Spellkey.

A Spellkey is selected by a witch and their only goal is to serve the witch in unlocking and capturing the spells of other witches.

It is said that when a witch obtains enough spells she will become a demigoddess which is a magnanimous power among witches.

Tydes are a specific group of people who refuse to use magic of any kind and instead focus on the wonders of the human body and spirit. Most have some religious belief or moral aversion to witchcraft, but others just can't stand it for other reasons. Tydes are often sought after for Spellkey though they are highly reluctant to participate. They are quick, physically capable, and extremely attractive which is typically the only thing they share in common with witches who typically do not age unless they're spell is stolen.

It has been exactly 1357 years since the witch came close to achieving godhood. She collected a total of twenty powerful spells -the most any witch had ever collected- before having a vision that sent her into a 100 year stasis. When she came to she would only speak of her granddaughter who would one day before a demigoddess. The girl's name would be Lilia. The name spread through the witch community for the next century as Erza faded into the pages of history disappearing from the public eye and awareness.

It became a common view that she had left the witch towns and married into the humans or possibly even the Tyde people. It was two hundred years after her vision that her whereabouts were officially unknown.

It would be another 1137 years before the now famous name of Lilia would come to light...



Chapter 1: The Wager

Sex became her as she walked through the door hips swinging from side to side. The dress was new and fit her well clinging tightly to her curves and tight skin like any of her sudden and unsuspecting suitors would love to. It was almost black under its sheen of dark red with the top cutting just above the center of her bust with no shoulder straps. The skirt of the dress was frayed splitting into several pointed sheets of fabric just below her pelvis barely hiding her underwear. She had a pair of long gloves that reached all the way to the middle of her upper arms. They were red and fingerless with two black bands at the highest point on the arms. Her red boots reached all the way up to the middle of her thighs with black stockings reaching most of the rest of the way past them each having straps leading up under her dress. The temptress would not have her ensemble complete without her somewhat oversized witch hat with its circular brim and pointed design. Her auburn (mostly red) hair billowed from the back of the hat and came out in sharp bangs over her silvery glue tinged eyes.

The wooden door shut behind her as she gazed into the full bar its noises dying down in favor of entranced gazes. Not only was an absolutely enthralling woman coming it, she was clearly a witch. The woman was clearly pretty young, but she had to know this was a Tyde city and not necessarily the place for witches drop dead sexy or otherwise.

The look on her face belied her looks. She didn't seem to be trying at all and in fact didn't even pretend to care about the looks she was getting. Moreover she seemed to be looking for something herself. Raising an eyebrow a rough looking woman stood. She had short black hair and an eye patch with a lit cigarette still hanging out of her mouth. One look at her athletic body and knife riddled leather armor told anyone around her she was not to be fucked with nor did she mix well with the stunning cheerleader crowd. Without a moment spared she walked with combat boots thumping over to the witch.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked in a gruff voice not necessarily fitting any woman other than herself. The witch looked a good six inches up to her face without a flinch in her visage.

"Is there a problem?" she asked with her voice that was clearly normally quite light and airy now tinged with a darker tone of seriousness. The gruff woman smirked. Tydes were not and had never been afraid of magic and this witch was rubbing her all kinds of the wrong way.

"Oh yes, quite. You clearly don't belong here missy. Why don't you take your perky little ass and walk it right out that door. You're not ready to play with the grown-ups just yet." she taunted leaning down to get eye level with the witch, "Unless you wanna wrestle with Fire-eye Rita." Her fingers tapped the black patch on her eye. Several men behind her barely contained their drooling at the thought of the two women wrestling. Watching Rita's hard but womanly body mounted on top of the witches clearly soft and delicate anatomy, maybe even pinning her on her stomach butt in the air begging in submission.

One man got carried away in his thoughts and decided to turn around away from the women before his delusion caused him to faint. He sat at a table with two other men. One who was watching intently with a bandage over his swollen nose and wearing ragged leather armor, the other quietly sipping from a mug of something steaming. The large wolf fang at the end of his necklace tapped the mug as he drank. He didn't seem to be paying too much attention if any at all.

He dressed in a worn brown leather duster coat with thick black combat boots and black gloves with the fingertips removed. His hair was short but wild and untamed like his fiery orange eyes. His face was smooth and young though strong. The man was a Tyde in every sense with his light tan and muscular structure and was extremely handsome, but nothing mattered it seemed. In fact, he looked a little irritated unlike the aroused countenance of his fellow males.

The witch took a deep breath and sighed it out slowly. "Look, if you're going to be that way about it I can only think of one way to change your mind." she said. Rita smirked clenching her fists. It would be her pleasure to rip this girl up and toss her down to the delight of the men here. Embarrassing cocky little girls was something of a specialty of hers. "Since there are obviously no options left, I have only one request."

"Shoot." Rita spat looking into the now open eyes of the witch. The tension mounted crackling between the two like a coming storm. Suddenly the air shifted.

"Please don't hurt me!" the witch squealed her eyes growing huge and teary. Rita's jaw dropped. What had just happened?

"Wha...you mean you don't want to..." she stammered staring into the shining eyes of the obviously scared and trembling witch.

"Please come on M-miss I didn't want any trouble I just...I was looking for somebody and you came up and were all scary and such so I was hoping you'd back down."

"Uhhhhh...." mumbled Rita. She couldn't believe this little bitch. Suddenly a dark chuckle was heard behind her. The man in the duster was laughing with him mouth full of his beverage. His laugh was muffled and controlled, but he was clearly having a hoot of it. Then some of the still steaming liquid shot out of his nose and his eyes shot open red. The table flipped and sent drinks crashing to the floor as he stood instantly with steam still coming from his face.

"AHH OUCH FUCK!!!" He thundered. Rita raised her eyebrow as he decompressed for a moment and regained his composure.

"You alright Kiga?" she asked still reeling. The witch's demeanor changed instantly. Her eyes lit up and she rushed over to the tall man (who was actually about the same height as Rita) with steam coming from his nostrils.

"You? You're Kiga "The King" Scala?" she asked excitedly staring up at him. He leaned away from her a little surprised at her forwardness. Her eyes were shining full of excitement and joy. Kiga blushed a little now that she was up close to him being as gorgeous as she was.

"Uh, yeah," he started as the steam finally started to fade before clearing his throat and straightening up. "I'm the one they call "The King" here in this fair city of Phell. It's no empty name either." He smirked looking down into her face. The witch still beamed at him unflinching. "So, what's it to ya?"

"I..." the witch started before taking a deep breath and stepping back, "I challenge you Kiga Scala!" she shouted. The rest of the room dropped their jaws.

To the Tyde, especially in rougher cities like Phell; a reputation was what kept one afloat. A man or woman was only as good as their name. To deny a challenge was admit defeat and to admit defeat was to admit weakness. Admitting weakness was detestable.

Kiga Scala was born to two Tyde with no names in the city of Rehn; a small town with little to offer one's ambitions. His fight to the top lead him to the larger city of Phell where he punched, kicked, and clawed his way to the top of the tough. His reputation was one of respect from those who knew him and fear from those who knew only his skill.

Kiga raised an eyebrow. He'd fight a woman if she truly stepped up and challenged him, but this girl was...delicate, possibly even fragile. He could tell just from being near her that her body wasn't made for fighting nor had she tuned it to be. "What?"

"What?!" Rita barked in displeasure. "You chickened out on me and you're going to challenge Scala? you must be out of your tiny fucking mind little girl!" The witch just smiled and giggled cutely pointing a finger at The King. Kiga still stared at her in awe.

"Are...you...you mean me?" he asked pointing at himself. She nodded.

"Of course you! You're perfect!" she shouted excitedly. Kiga was having trouble figuring out what to do. Should he laugh? Should he take her seriously? Should he just ignore her and go back to his hot cider? "I challenge you to withstand my spell!"

Kiga finally managed to close his mouth and straighten himself out a bit. He couldn't help but smirk though. Come on now, who was this woman?

"Okay, let me get this straight: You don't want to fight Fire-eye because you're afraid she'll beat the tar out of you." he asked calmly.

"A valid fear I believe," replied the witch.

"Yet you'd rather challenge me who is notably stronger, faster, all around nastier than Fire-eye?"

"That's the gist correct."

"I don't understand."

The witch just chuckled. "You mean you still don't get it? I came all this way to find you because you're the best, Kiga. My spell can't be tested on just anyone! It has to be the toughest of the tough! The meanest of the mean! It has to be The King!!!" she cheered dramatically. "I'm so glad I found you..." the witch couldn't help but sigh with relief remembering the rough road that it was getting there. Kiga raised his eyebrow again.

A man from the back of the bar stood. He was at least three heads taller than Kiga and a good hundred pounds of muscle heavier. His necklace looked like it was made out of boarbear bones and onyx and his thick vest was of their fur. His wild black hair trailed all the way down his back. The man looked several times scarier than The King.

"Don't worry Scala. If you're not up to it I think I fit in the category of 'toughest of the tough'." he said with a heavy throated chuckle. Kiga's face changed instantly. His pupils shrank, his nostrils flared slightly, and his jaw tightened. The giant man's dark eyes loomed over the witch's voluptuous form and he grinned devilishly. "What's my prize for winning eh witchy?" he asked. The young lady's skin flushed and she could only let out a short "Eep!" in response.

"Ox." came a deep rumbling voice from where Kiga was standing. The giant known as Ox walked up beside him still eyeing the witch. "You think you're tougher than me?"

"Tougher?" Ox scoffed, "Scala, you gotta know there are always bigger fish." The hush in the room was now electic.

"Bigger..." Kiga growled. Before anyone could trace or predict it, the big man was doubled over with a King-sized fist in his solar plexus. Kiga knew it was the softest and most vulnerable point in the center of the body and he made good use of it. Ox was shivering trying his best to manage a gasp, but her lungs were bare and shocked. "Don't you ever pretend you're anything compared to me." Kiga seethed. "I didn't just work out and fight people weaker than me to get my name out in this city. It was not a glory story full of triumphant victories and inspiring overcoming of the odds. Everyone I fought was better than me until I got my tail kicked enough to figure out how to beat them. I got my ass kicked to get where I am today, and I'll be fucking DAMNED if I get it kicked ever again."

"B-but...Kiga..." Ox gasped. He fell down on his butt still struggling for an adequate breath as he began to cough and wheeze.

"That includes people like you who think they're going to squeeze by a blow to my ego like that. You will respect me or fear me. Understand? It's your choice which one you pick." The witch just stood by as Kiga glared down at the bigger man who was crumpled in front of him in one blow she wasn't even sure she'd seen. Ox simply nodded.

As the tension in the room eased Kiga finally smirked again before turning to the witch again. His eyes were normal again. Hard, but easy to look at. His muscles were relaxed again yet the fear of this man that had stiffened the witch was yet to leave.

"So what, you want to see if your spell is strong enough to work on me?" he asked. Slowly and carefully as not to upset him, she nodded. Kiga thought for a moment then looked back up at her. "Alright, outside then."

They stood there across from one another out in the open now surrounded by a crowd of muttering, cheering, and laughing ruffians and bar regulars.

"Okay so if I win and you can't withstand it, you have to do me one favor." the witch said

"Got it, and if I win?" Kiga asked smoothly. In truth his interest was more in the challenge of withstanding this spell and not in the prize for doing so. Still, couldn't let the spoils be one sided. The witch simply raised her head in thought for a moment before shrugging. "Alright," said Scala, "Then I'll pick." He looked around at all the eyes on the woman before smiling arrogantly and pointing at the witch.

"If I win, I get your clothes." An excited chill went through the male portion of the crowd. "All of them, right here in front of everyone." The witch blushed for a moment covering her breasts.

"M-my clothes?" she asked. The crowd roared in excitement chanting for him to be strong for them and win them the honor of her nude body. The witch steeled her resolve. She'd come to far to back out now for a little modesty. "Fine!" she shouted clenching her fists in confidence.

Kiga spread his arms as if to say "Come and get me." His smile was almost too confident as if he knew something she didn't. "Before we begin, " he said holding one hand out at her, "you got a name lady?" The witch furrowed her brow in defiance of her fear of him.

"I'm Lilia Enzeiris." A gasp riveted through the crowd this time. Kiga looked interested.

"Lilia? As in Lilia granddaughter of Erza Lilia?" he asked.

"The very one!" Lilia shouted. She knew her name had been famous since her grandmother had spoken it. Apparently it was even pretty famous outside the witch community.

"Hmph, this should be interesting." Kiga said bringing his arms in and bracing himself. Lilia took a deep breath before holding her palm out toward him.

"First I need you perfectly still." She said. A powerful force tore through the air and surrounded Kiga before condensing on his body like ropes constricting him with invisible strength. He grunted struggling for a moment before looking up at Lilia determined. She smiled. That was a good sign. Just because he was a Tyde didn't make him immune to a witch's power of will. That was definitely good new for her. A tremor shook the earth beneath him as he let out a low growl. Lilia stared at him seeing something odd. The air around him seemed to be shaking like it was straining against his strength until something gave way and he freed himself from her will. Lilia's eyes widened. She'd never seen someone break through a witch's will like that before. This guy really was special. "Wow, you must really have no doubts in yourself to do something like that..." she mumbled in disbelief.

"Look, if you've got a spell to show me then do it already an stop fooling around." Kiga fussed. He was ready. He was more than ready. A challenge was always welcome, especially ones like this that he never got to face. A Tyde should never fear magic or be unsure of its power. "Come on." Lilia nodded putting her hands together and focusing.

"Alright then. I'll warn you, this is a high spell. Its serious business." She closed her eyes. "Before the sky and earth you bow to my will. I, a mortal before God, invoke this ancient power and snare my target to my whim. Behold! It comes unto you! My Leash!!!" Lilia cried. The energy in the air shifted as her body glowed briefly. A great wind exploded from her body nearly bowling over several people in the crowd. Kiga stood his ground. It felt powerful, but he stared into her without flinching. This had better be good he thought as the ground between the two suddenly tore into two bursting waves of earth and several bolts of glowing white lighting shot from Lilia's fingertips and wrapped around Kiga's throat. Immediately his muscled locked and he shot backward into the wall of the bar. The power in this spell was immense. He clenched his teeth and tightened his muscles focusing. This would not beat him.

"Come on..." Lilia prayed bracing her right hand with her left. This had to work. It was the fruit of all her study and labor so far. It couldn't fail her now.

"This is the spell?" came a reverberant echoing voice from Kiga. Light flashed in the back of his mouth as he spoke. Feet landing on the ground he began to make his way slowly toward Lilia lightning still harrowing his body. His hair stood on end as he moved through it. "More." he growled.

"Behold my power!" Lilia shouted. The lightning thickened and pulsed shuddering the already violent bolts and causing them to flare up even brighter. Kiga's clothing blasted backward as if hit by hurricane winds and he fell to his knees. Lilia's eyes lit up. "It's working..."

"Heh..." came an almost demonic voice from Kiga as he slowly stood. It was a powerful spell indeed, but he'd wanted to be pushed to the brink. It was a struggle yes, but he knew he could break it. He wanted to doubt. Kiga wanted for a moment to be uncertain whether or not he would succeed. This would simply not do.

Face reddening he crossed his arms in front of his throat intercepting the path of the lighting. With a fierce shout he tore the energy apart like a notebook in the hands of a gorilla leaving huge sparks to dance in the air and along the ground.

It took a moment for the tingling and random twitches of neck muscles to subside from Kiga's neck, but it did cease. He'd won. Lilia stood there looking disheartened.

"N-no...no way." she said in defeat. The crowd cheered in victory with loud hoots of perverted anticipation. The spell had failed. Her own personal spell had been torn apart right before her eyes. Kiga stood in front of her a little sweaty and still crackling with electricity, but he was all together otherwise. It didn't even seem she'd pushed his limits.

"Well, looks like I beat your hocus pocus descendant of Erza." Kiga said nonchalantly. He shrugged, "It wasn't bad, but it apparently wasn't the best. Don't feel too down. There can only be one King, right?" Lilia chuckled nervously.

"Yeah...yeah I guess so. You're not joke." The crowd called for her panties pretty loudly now. She had lost after all and a wager is a wager. Her face flushed red a little. "Well okay here goes," she said grabbing the top of her dress prepared to pull it down. The eyes of the men in the crowd expanded by several times as they watched her breasts preparing for their bare brilliance.

Kiga held up his hand to stop her.

"Wait." he called. Lilia paused looking up at him curiously.

"Uh huh?" she replied innocently. Kiga sighed shaking his head.

"Look, I'll let you off the hook this once." Instant boos from the crowd now. It was amazing the loyalty they showed when one came between them and naked boobs. "You did pretty good and I'm not that guy alright? I respect your guts to come out here and challenge me like that. You didn't contest the fact that I'm the best, you challenged me because I'm the best. I like that. Just get out of town and we'll call it even alright?" The silence was exclusively between Kiga and Lilia. The crowd was full of "Take 'em off!" and "You traitor!" with little to no shame between words. Lilia smiled at Kiga. He didn't quite scare her anymore. He was actually a pretty nice guy in fact.

Letting go of her top Lilia's smile faded away. "Well, I would just get out of town, but..." she faltered on her words. Kiga crossed his arms.

"But?" he growled. Lilia kicked the dirt at her feet watching her toes.

"Well see everything was sort of riding on me winning. I put all the money I had left into a bet that I'd win this little contest. Since I didn't I no longer have money for a place to stay tonight or a trip back to River. I'm kind of in a bind since my broom won't be able to make it here until tomorrow." she explained. Kiga raised an eyebrow.

"What?!" he asked aggressively. Lilia jumped at the shock from his voice. "What do you mean your broom can't get here until tomorrow?" barked a confused Kiga.

"Uh well see she's been on vacation for a few weeks and it ends tomorrow. I can tell her to come straight here to get me, but I'll still have to wait until tomorrow. I don't want to be rude and cut her vacation short." Lilia said lowering her voice as she spoke under Kiga's increasing glare.

"You...don't want to be RUDE?" he asked harshly. Lilia shook her head timidly. "Lilia, rude is what these men are when unsupervised. Is that what you want to deal with tonight while you're out here by yourself?"

"You can stay with me baby!" came several shouts from the crowd.

"Come on over to my place sweetheart!" Whistles and catcalls assailed the defeated witch.

"No, but...well she does a lot for me and I promised her I could take care of myself and not to worry so..." Lilia was barely audible now.

"What do you even mean by 'she'?" Lilia opened her mouth, but Kiga realized he was about to snap and start killing the people in the crowed. He shushed the witch and held his hand up. "You know what? You can stay with me tonight and explain all this there. Understand?" Lilia's eye brightened as she nodded vigorously.

The wooden door shut behind them, and Lilia looked around the humble home. There was a couch, a set of weights behind it, and a small kitchen to the side. The hallway lead to a small bathroom and Kiga's bedroom. Humble indeed. "There's food in the fridge, water in the tap, and a bed in the back." Kiga explained plopping down like a muscled sack of potatoes on his couch leaning his head back in relaxation. Lilia smiled jumping over the couch to inspect the hallway.

"Wow, it's so primitive! There's no frills to this lifestyle is there? So cut and dry and simple!" she cheered opening and closing the bathroom door continuously. Kiga rolled his eyes.

"Okay, so this broom of yours?" he said to revive his previous question. Lilia kept playing with the door.

"Oh, her name is Jennifer, but I just call her Jenny. She calls me lots of things like Lils, Lily, Luscious, Jugs, Hotty Body, Sexy, and Muffy the Admirer Slayer." she answered.

"Your...broom? Your broom -who is female- calls you perverted things like that?" Kiga inquired now looking over the back of the couch at her. Lilia finally closed the door and want into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

"Yeah, we have a lot of fun. She's such a goofball. Sometimes she likes to tickle me when I'm riding her the scamp." Lilia chuckled. Kiga blushed a little. It was obvious now. This girl was totally a lesbian.

"Wow...okay then." he said aloud.

"Yeah, but all that stuff's just playing around. She had to go visit some family in the Verlia Kingdom so it was a pretty far trip." Lilia explained rummaging through the fridge. "That's weird. You live in Phell but you don't have any cucumber."

"Yeah it's the staple food here. I fucking hate those things." Kiga tossed out with not thought to it. Lilia looked over at him as if he'd just smacked her.

"What?! You don't like cucumbers!?" she screamed. Turning to face her, Kiga said clearly,

"No." Lilia simply shook her head.

"Wow, and here I thought we may actually get along." she whined sighing. Kiga furrowed his brow,

"How the hell does a broom have a family anyway? Or a gender for that matter?" he shouted turning the subject away from his least favorite green, watery tasting, crispy, phallic shaped vegetable or fruit or whatever the hell cucumbers actually were.

"Silly," Lilia said as she grabbed a jar of raspapple preserves and butter then began looking for the bread box. "Jenny isn't a broom all the time it's just her duty to serve the Enzeiris family as a broom. 'Broom' is a powerful spell that's passed down through generations of witches who specifically use that spell."

Kiga's eye narrowed. "So it's an actual woman who calls you Hotty Body and tickles you while you ride her?"

"Well she's a broom when I ride her of course! Well, most of the time anyway." Lilia explained. Yeah, she's gay alright.. Finding a container of thick sliced bread Lilia grabbed a slice. It was soft and looked homemade. She smiled and grabbed a knife heading back to the couch.

"Alright then, well she better be here tomorrow or you're outta luck girly. You hear me?" he asked looking into the side of her face. Lilia plunked down next to him again and began spreading the butter on her bread.

"Uh huh," she agreed. Kiga leaned back again.

"Good, as long as we're clear." A familiar scent of berry with sweet and cinnamon caught his nostrils. He looked again to see the raspapple preserves spreading on the bread.

"Hey hey hey hey!" he shouted snatching away the container before Lilia dipped the knife back into the jar. "There's butter on that knife! You better not have tainted my raspapple!" he shouted looking into the jar with scrutiny. Lilia took a large bite of the bread and shrugged after a savoring chew. "Dammit witch!" he shouted getting up and putting the butter and jam away. "Do things put themselves away where you come from?" he asked answering as she nodded, "Well they damn sure don't here! Mess little..."

"Hey, after I eat this do you want to have sex?" she asked suddenly and through a full mouth.

"...Crumbs all over my couch and got butter on my counter. I know this place isn't fancyland but I do my damnest to keep it at least clean! Come on now, I live here Lilia. If you're going to be my guest you're going to have to at least show me a little respect and clean up after yourse-whah?"

Realization stopped Kiga mid rant. The word 'sex' finally connected with the rest of the sentence she's constructed. His eyes went back to the couch and went over her innocent face. Did she seriously just ask him that or was his inner man finally winning a battle up there?

"When I finish this bread, do you wanna do me? You know, sex. I've never done it before and you're the first guy I've liked so I figured I'd ask."

What were the odds that he'd meet a heterosexually chaste lesbian witch and -without trying- get on her "I want to have sex" side? Even with those odds what were the chances that she'd literally be the hottest woman he'd ever seen?

Kiga's eyes trailed down her body slowly and unintentionally. The slow rise and fall of her large breasts, the gentle flowing small waist, the winding swivel of her hips. His pants tightened. Lilia smiled and giggled.

"I guess I'll take that as a yes. You're not as different as you thought I guess." she teased taking another bite of her bread as she threw her legs up on the couch and spread them apart bringing her knees up. Kiga now had a full view of her thin black panties.

"Wha..what? No! NO!" he shouted. "YOU! You...don't even like men!" He was panicking. He had to calm down, it wasn't like him to lose his cool over women. It was part of his reputation, he had to be chill. Cool. Ice. Lilia jumped up onto her knees.

"Huh? What makes you say that?" she yipped in confusion. "I'm not a lesbian if that's what you're saying." Uh oh.

"It doesn't matter." Kiga barked slamming the words down like stack of books on how to shut down an awkward conversation. "I won't do it."

"Why not? You think I'm pretty right?" she asked. It was a clear tone of disbelief. This nutty witch was honestly confused.

"You look just fine. Perfect in fact, but that's not how I roll. If you're really a virgin, you shouldn't roll that way either. Save that for someone you love." Kiga went back into the kitchen to get himself a drink. Lilia took of her boots and stockings piling them by the door leaving her silky legs bare. Still, she was a little uncertain of what Kiga was trying to tell her. Sex was just a physical thing right? Why be so selective about it?

Kiga took a few breaths over his now hot cider as he stood in the kitchen. There'd been a silence as he made it. The conversation was over. Good, now they could move on. They could move on and get this day over with. He'd kick himself after she left tomorrow for not bending her over the couch and filling her hot buns with the appropriate amount of cream. A missed opportunity: yes. But at least he could stay true to himself.

It took every muscle in his arm to keep from dropping his mug. When he turned out of his kitchen to head back to the couch Lilia was there bending over it looking back at him with her round bubbly butt right there in the air. She smiled.

"Is this better? I thought maybe you didn't like the position I was proposing."

"STOP!" Kiga roared. Lilia 'eep'ed again and rolled forward on the couch hiding on the other side of it.

"I just don't get it!" she cried. Kiga took a few more deep breaths and went back to his couch sitting down.

"It's very simple witch girl. Sex isn't just physical. It's mental, and spiritual. I don't share all encompassing experiences like that with just anyone. It's just one of those things I don't want to become meaningless. Besides, I feel like I'd be doing something bad if I took advantage of this opportunity. It's too easy." And the truth comes out. It was just too damn easy if someone threw their body at you like that. Sure he wanted sex to mean something, but if he was certain it would if he did it with someone meaningful. In truth, he felt like she was one of those people who truly needed to wait. Lilia peaked from over the armrest of the couch.

"Really...hmmm. Okay, I'll think it over." she said hopping back onto the couch as Kiga attempted to sip his raspapple cider causing it to splash. He groaned. "But if you change your mind just let me know okay?"

"Sure thing." replied Kiga's annoyed tone.

Night didn't all a moment too soon. Kiga still sat on the couch, but now he'd taken to a book. There was a shelf full of them in his room, but he'd be sleeping on the couch tonight so he brought it back out into his living room. Lilia had been sighing in boredom consistently for the past hour and a half after she got bored asking Kiga questions about non magical society like how Tyde's got rid of poop and such without magic and responding with wonder at words like "piles" and "burning". That didn't apply to their shit though, most people who weren't witched just relied on good old plumbing. Still, it was strange that she hadn't sighed in a while.

"Where'd you get that wolf fang?" she asked eyeing his necklace. Kiga hadn't noticed she had her feet on his legs like some kind of footrest. He looked down at the necklace and then back to his book. Normally he'd have been reading something about busty wenches taking it in the ass behind some bushes by a manly warrior, but the guest in his house was porn enough and the last thing he wanted to get around her was another erection.

Lilia was quite interested in the necklace at the moment. For the past several minutes she just been staring at it thinking of how he may have obtained it and what interesting potions could be made out of such a large specimen. It was about time she just went ahead and asked.

"When I was about thirteen I lived in the forest for a while. A lone wolf and I had a sort of survival contest. I won. Look," he said closing his book that wasn't erotic and was instead for his own sake about man who woke up every morning with a different special ability. "It's late, go on and get some sleep alright? Your broom Jenny thing will be here tomorrow right?" he asked. Lilia sighed again. Maybe he'd start counting those things. Nah, it was too late now.

"Yeah, I guess so. Thanks Kiga. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't helped me out tonight." she thanked. Kiga grabbed the blanket he'd brought out as Lilia stood and headed back for his room.

"Don't mention. Goodnight." he said lying down on the couch and covering with the blanket.

"Goodnight," Lilia replied sweetly walking into his room. He heard his bed creak as she climbed in. Now he could get a boner. That was a good thing since controlling the one's that happen overnight was just impossible. Closing his eyes, Kiga cleared his mind. Time to put this day behind him. He'd defeated yet another challenge, but his thirst for pushing his limits was far from quenched. Perhaps tomorrow would bring him something truly worthwhile.

Lilia stared at the ceiling. Today couldn't end like this could it? She apparently made a fool of herself trying to sleep with Kiga. She thought it was a rather nice gesture since she liked him and wanted some experience to get good at sex and guys almost always liked to fuck girls. Right? Eh, she'd never understand them.

Jenny would show up in the morning and Lilia would have to tell her that she'd failed. No doubt Jen would try and make her laugh and cheer her up or something, and sure Lilia would laugh and try to cheer up, but how could she? Ten years she'd poured into this spell and everyone was expecting great things from her, but she wasn't all she was cracked up to be apparently Looks like she'd let grandma down again. Looks like she'd let everyone down again. A heat built in the back of her eyes and behind her cheeks.

"At least I've accomplished one thing." she whispered to herself reaching up and touching the wet stream coming from her eyes. "I've never cried before. At least now I know what that's like...and that I don't like it." Tears were easy to fake, and being able too was a good survival skill, but these real ones were different. Lilia was not enjoying making these. Her chest hurt and her breaths shortened. She was really crying. It didn't even occur to her consciously how much she'd invested into that spell until now. Her grandmother's legacy, her poor mother and papa's names, and half her life. Now it would take a lot more work. She wanted to just say oh well and get on with it, but for some reason it hurt that she'd failed them. Still, when this dumb crying was over, she'd start thinking about where she went wrong. Suddenly she heard something strange. Standing up quickly she realized what it was...
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It barked at him again. Kiga whirled around facing the wolf that had been constantly avoiding his gaze. It darted around in the dark trying to attack from an unseen angle, but Kiga kept making glimpses of it.

"Dammit!" he growled whirling again trying to get a good look at the damn thing. "Is that you? Is it you huh!? Come for revenge! Come on!" he shouted. The wolf changed directions and stopped short right in the middle of his line of sight. Kiga snarled at it and lowered his stance to prepare for a lunge, but instead the wolf exploded. Into tentacles. They grabbed his arms and legs and wrapped around his throat hurling him backward and pinning him to a wall in the dark which slowly began to turn into a dim lighting.

Gasping and struggling Kiga growled as another tentacle came from the distance and stripped him of everything but his black underwear.

"The fuck!? Get...off me!" he choked wiggling and trying to free just one of his limbs from the writhing red grasps. From the distant origin of the tentacles came Lilia.

She was dressed now in leather like a dom bitch. Kiga swallowed hard. What the hell kinda dream was this? He had been pretty certain that he wasn't into S&M. This was bad.

"Hey! Lilia is this some kind of spell you snuck on me in my sleep!? I want out dammit!" he shouted. Lilia smiled at him looking down at him from some invisible pedestal.

"Silly wolf boy. This spell, is the same spell I cast earlier. You never stood a chance at resisting it you dork." she said cheerfully.

"What?!"

"Of course. This spell right here right now. You're in for a treat if you think you're getting off that easily." Suddenly a tentacle from the dark lashed across his stomach in an instant. Kiga held his breath. That had actually hurt. His face turned red as he slowly swallowed the scream that almost came out. "I'm Lilia's will, nice to meet you."

"Well good for you." Kiga grunted in response. The whip tentacle lashed downward this time. Stiffening, Kiga relaxed when he felt no pain. Suddenly his penis fell loose from split boxers. So now there he hung with his cock right out there. This just kept on getting better. Lilia smiled brighter and walked right up to him lifting his chin with two of her gloved fingers.

"Why don't you howl for me wolf boy?" she cooed. Kiga glared at her.

"Why the fuck do you keep calling be wolf bo-OOOOOOOWWW!!!" he screamed as another set of exactly four lashed wrapped across his belly and two across his legs. "Son of a bitch!" Those were really starting to hurt! The only thing worse than that was the fact that her in that leather was still giving him a raging stiffy despite the pain.

Lilia's will stepped down and lifted her black leather skirt which was divided into several sheets. She turned away from him when she got close and looked back staring right into his eyes as she placed the length of his cock between her cheeks. There were warm and soft and round and absolutely everything he'd ever wanted to fuck. The lobes were soft yet tight and firm around him. He wanted so badly to lower the head of his cock and find her hole.

"Are you mine Kiga?" she asked coyly. Kiga shook his head hard.

"No way! I am no one's but my own!" he shouted angrily. Lilia's will smirked,

"Oh, so you don't want to reap any of the rewards I see." She slid her butt up and down his shaft making his hold his breath yet again. What kind of man would he be if he came now? Five lashes replaced the wall at his back and his eyes bulged as did his thick cock. "Nor do you want to stop the punishment it seems. I guess you like it."

"Ugh," he groaned finally exhaling. Those lashed were extremely unfriendly. So the girl had a pretty strong will after all did she? He really didn't stand a chance at fighting it. Resisting maybe, but thwarting that spell would have taken a miracle or two. Speaking of two another couple of lashes hit his back and calves.

"Just say you'll wear my leash, Kiga." Lilia begged seductively as she continued sliding his penis between her butt.

"You've lost your shit woman. No way would I ever." Kiga panted. More lashes, this time a few spots on his back went numb for a moment. More hit again, ill timed so he couldn't brace for the strikes. They kept coming now. It seemed they wouldn't stop. "Ow! No!" he shouted. She was trying to break his will, she wanted to tear down his resolve, but he would never. Nothing had ever beaten his determination before and it would start now. "NO!"
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Kiga howled himself awake. His body felt like one giant whelp and his lungs burned with bottled screams. Eye wide open the dream scenery finally started to fade, but the struggle wasn't over. His bones ached and felt like they were melting. His skin wretched and writhed as his muscles tore and grasped at his shifting bones.

It was agony.

His eyes red with blood caught sight of Lilia watching in shock from the side of his couch which he'd apparently fallen off of. His whole body shuddered and knotted. All he could do was release all those bottled screams as whatever happened to him happened. Whatever had happened in that 'dream' had come to some kind of climax and it seemed...

I lost...

It was all he could think as his body lurched and his bones set in odd places and positions. Even his scream changed turning low and feral before reaching an octave he'd never attained before like a literal howl. Something around his throat burned as fur sprouted all over his body and things began to slow down.

Kiga finally lay there twitching in a heap of whatever he'd become heaving ragged breaths of exhaustion and blanking memory of what had happened at the end of his confrontation with Lilia's will. The real Lilia stood over him and slowly smiled.

"Kiga, don't be mad okay? My spell worked so...well I won the wager in the end it seems." she whispered. Kiga's eyes moved to her. He was so tired from screaming that he couldn't respond. He just wanted some answers. "Anyway, you're...well you're my familiar now. Your familiar form is a wolf it seems which is pretty cool. You make a sexy wolf." She was trying to cheer him up, but it didn't seem to be working. His breathing immediately hastened.

I'm a WHAT!!!??? was written all over his now furry gray and white face.

"But hey don't be too down! What's better is that not only does my spell turn someone of my choice into my familiar it also grants them the position of being my Spellkey!" Lilia cheered. That term Kiga didn't actually know. He'd heard it, but whatever it actually did wasn't in his database.

"I couldn't ask for a better Spellkey Kiga and that's the favor I was going to ask of you anyway! Since my spell worked I was hoping you'd do...well...you know. Spellkey stuff for me." Lilia was smiling too big for her face. What was she going on about? Apparently Kiga was a damn wolf now and whatever a Spellkey was. Question was, just what the hell did a Spellkey do!?