The Wizard and the Witch Chapter 24 (Patreon)

Monica took a deep breath, allowing herself to space out for a minute. It had been a long and crazy day.

She was grateful to Harry and Wanda for helping her. She was actually so grateful that she could barely put it into words. Still, she hated feeling like she might hurt them, especially since she WAS so grateful. She was grappling with her newfound ability to do incredible things. 

And then there was what Harry accidentally did to her.

Monica cursed. 

“What is wrong with you, girl?” she asked herself. “All he did was touch your damn stomach!”

His fingers had felt so good…

Monica shook herself. If she was thinking about things like this, then she’d officially thought too much. She needed to get clean. 

They were staying in a stately vacation house that apparently belonged to the family of one of Harry’s friends. Sarah Bones, had that been the name? Monica had been distracted when he explained it, still getting over the fact that she’d nearly murdered a man by cumming when he tried to help her. God, it got more embarrassing every time she remembered what she’d done.

Monica went straight into the bathroom that went with her room. It was right next door, while Harry and Wanda were staying on the next floor up. 

So when Monica walked in to find a gorgeous man wearing absolutely nothing drawing a bath… Her brain completely stopped.

Harry looked over with a smirk that was DAMN attractive. While Monica remained frozen, he spoke to her.

“Fancy a bath?” he asked.

The tub was easily big enough for two. It was full of steaming water, while Harry was mixing in some kind of oils, laying a layer of flowers over the water’s surface.

“I-I’m sorry!” Monica stammered. “I thought this was my bathroom. I-I… I’ll leave!”

Or so she said, but her body wouldn’t move. Her muscles were as uncooperative as her newfound powers had been, resulting in her standing there frozen, just gawking at the naked hunk smirking her way.

“If you want to leave, feel free,” Harry said. “If you’d like to share a bath, feel just as free to do that. There’s room enough for both of us in here.”

He eased himself into the water, sliding his muscular frame in, finally hiding his modesty. Monica gulped. She had almost no experience with men, but she’d heard stories, Harry’s thing—while soft—looked as long as the things she’d heard tell of.

“That’s… Why are you doing this?” Monica asked.

“Well, earlier, we made a breakthrough on how to control your powers,” Harry said. “I thought it would be best to strike while the iron is hot, and really get you in control.”

Holy shit, he knew! Monica’s mouth moved soundlessly as he realized that Harry was completely aware of what his touch had done to her. She thought that memory couldn’t get any more embarrassing, only to be proven spectacularly wrong.

“If we’ve got a path toward mastering your powers, and the only thing that needs doing is sleeping with a beautiful woman, that seems like an easy choice to me,” Harry said, leaning against the back of the tub.

“You think I’m beautiful?” Monica asked.

“I do,” Harry smiled. “The question is, what do you think of me?”

Sexy. Charming. A savior. All these thoughts raced through Monica’s head, all far too embarrassing to say out loud… So she answered by taking her shirt off. 

It slid over her head easily enough, swaying her black curls. After her shirt, her bra was next to be removed. Monica hesitated when it was unclasped, holding it in place. 

Looking at Harry’s inviting smile and thinking of the nudity he’d bared toward her convinced her to go topless. Harry’s eyes studied her small, dark breasts. Emboldened (or rushing so she wouldn’t lose her courage) Monica hurried to get out of her pants. They slid down easily, crossing her wide hips and muscular thighs.

When she was in her panties, Monica was possessed by a sudden daring; a desire to show off and keep Harry interested. She knew what her best ASSet was. 

When stripping out of the last portion of her clothes, Monica turned around so that her chocolate cheeks were facing straight toward Harry. 

As she bent over to slide her panties down, her ass flexed, and the lips of her cunt went taught, blowing Harry a kiss. He let out a low wolf whistle, which only enhanced Monica’s embarrassment.

She hurried over to join him in the bathtub, going as fast as she could without making her eagerness TOO obvious by running. She stepped over the rim and slid into the water, finding that the tub easily accommodated both of them. 

Despite all her arousal that had been clouding her brain, the first thing Monica did in the tub was release a deep sigh. The oils stroked her skin and the scents soothed her. She felt aches and worries disappearing. It was only when she felt Harry stroke her thigh underwater that she remembered the situation.

Opening her eyes, she found him smirking at her, and a desire to take some level of initiative reared to life in Monica.

She reached out, stroking Harry’s thigh right back. He sure was muscular for a wizard. The hairs on his leg added a coarse and masculine feeling to his skin.

“You can go straight for it,” Harry invited, amused.

It took Monica a few seconds to realize that he meant his penis. She gulped, before setting her jaw.

Monica Rambeau had always been a daredevil. She’d undergone stringent astronaut training, following a dream that saw her risking her life routinely. She was definitely, under no circumstances, a coward.

She grabbed Harry’s dick with two hands.

“Holy mother of…” Monica said, her eyes widening.

Since it had been buried under the water out of sight, Harry’s manhood had swelled to the full size it could grow to. It was absolutely enormous. As Monica ran her fingers over it, she felt like she was petting a python.

She did this, she realized. When he climbed into the tub it had been soft; looking at her body turned it into this. She started to pump her fingers up and down his meat.

“Oh?” Harry asked, smirking.

“I’ve got to take responsibility,” Monica said. “I made it this way. I’ve got to take care of it.”

Harry simply smirked.

She stroked him up and down, pumping her hands. Her grip tightened until she was squeezing with all her might, though the slippery and oily water made sure that even then there was enough lubrication for her hands not to get stuck.

Monica started breathing faster the harder she pumped her arms. She stared at the water with rose petals drifting by, seeing the blurry beige shape of Harry’s lower body and the darker blur that represented her own limbs.

Suddenly, Monica felt Harry touching her feet. He was massaging them. Her eyes bulged out as the feeling hit.

“Are you using magic?” she demanded.

“No magic except experience,” Harry said. “Relax your toes.”

Monica did as he asked and the feeling became even more incredible. It was like Harry was relaxing her whole body just by teaching her soles. Everywhere he squeezed, old aches and knots melted like ice cream on a hot day.

As Monica’s whole body started relaxing and embracing the pleasure, she came to an upsetting realization. If things went on like this, she might cum before Harry! Whenever he touched her, it was like her whole body turned into one giant erogenous zone. 

Still, Monica’s pride could only take so much. She had both hands squeezed around Harry’s dick pumping with all her might. She HAD to make him cum first.

Monica gritted her teeth and pumped faster, making sure Harry would feel as good as possible. 

“Whew… Whew…” Monica panted. The fumes curling off the water were starting to make her lightheaded as she poured everything into getting this man to cum. 

When his dick went stiff in preparation to spray its seed, it managed to feel even bigger, and Monica spared a brief thought for exactly what this behemoth was going to do to her insides. 

Once his cum made its appearance, spurting into the water and neither sinking nor floating, Monica allowed herself to grin triumphantly.

Her celebration was cut short as Harry slid his leg in between hers. A moment later, his big toe parted her lips and slid into her cunt. Monica slammed her hands down on the sides of the tub for balance, squealing out loud.

“How does THIS feel so good?” she gasped.

There was no way Harry had practice using his toes for this. She refused to believe that. But maybe she’d have to, because he was teasing her with a single toe.

Her pleasure was compounded by the fact that he was still massaging her feet. Monica panted heavily, looking across the tub with a heavy gaze.

“Do you want me to stop?” Harry asked.

“Don’t you dare,” Monica said. A moment later, she remembered what happened earlier. “Unless you think your life is in danger—”

“Death by orgasm would look fantastic on a tombstone,” Harry said.

Monica tried to curse him for the quip. She ended up just gasping. Her cunt was shaking, getting ready to squeeze down as hard as it could.

“Monica. Don’t worry about it,” Harry said, this time serious. “I’m very hard to kill. I’ve been that way since I was one. Whatever happens, I’ll handle it. So cut loose!”

Monica moaned and grunted. His toe was digging through her, buried up to the knuckle. She squeezed the porcelain so hard that her forearms stung. Harry continued massaging her feet, his posture relaxed, but his gaze had become sharp.

He was waiting to see if her powers would act up. Monica already knew: they would. The same buzzing feeling she’d sensed earlier was already beginning, only becoming stronger as her body felt better and better.

“I– I– I’m cumming!” Monica screamed.

It was a warning, given the circumstances. Her pussy constricted around Harry’s inserted appendage. She howled as she climaxed, feeling every muscle between her thighs and stomach clench at the same time. Making a deep and heaving breath, Monica felt pleasure the likes of which she’d never felt before, this orgasm better than any she’d ever felt.

And of course, with it, came a spike of her power.

The lesson in the desert with Harry was already proving useful. When Monica’s powers activated, she retained the presence of mind to direct them.

Her whole body was wound up with Harry’s, so channeling it into a limb was out of the question. Who knew what would happen if her leg turned to pure light, burning him in the process, or worse.

Monica chose to channel the power into her eyes. She remembered her vision changing before, revealing what she was mostly sure were electromagnetic waves.

As far as manifestations of her power went, that one was up there for the most harmless. 

Unfortunately, this spike of her powers was a lot more potent than what she’d been channeling earlier.

Monica narrowly managed to wrench her head back in time as a luminescent beam erupted from her eyes. She howled, shooting laser of some kind of light that blasted a hole in the ceiling, pierced the floor above, then the roof above that.

“-AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.”

Monica’s scream finally tapered, leaving her gasping. Slowly, the two of them looked up, staring through the hole up to the night sky. From the second floor, they heard music playing, and a moment later Wanda’s face appeared looking down at them, dressed for bed.

Wanda looked at Harry and Monica, nude and entwined in the bath staring up at her, and immediately smirked.

“Have fun, you two,” she said. When it seemed like she would leave, she leaned over the hole again. “Ah, Monica! His neck is his weakness. Remember that when you want to even the playing field.”

Wanda winked and disappeared, heading to bed. Monica lowered her head, and Harry did the same, looking at each other.

Fueled by all the teasing she’d been subjected to, Monica lunged across the bathtub, pressing herself into Harry’s lap and biting his nape, following the tip she’d received. Harry laughed, but soon it turned to moaning. She settled her hips down, feeling his dick tease the entrance to her cunt, knowing that soon it would penetrate inside her.

Wanda’s night might be ending, but hers and Harry’s were just getting started.