Warlock 4 - Preview Chapter

Warlock 4 – Preview Chapter

© 2025 Daniel Kensington

Chapter

“Straight to the hotel?” Sam asked, getting out of the car. “Not even dinner? Hmph.”

“We ate earlier,” I said. “Which you were quick to point out at the time, along with how full you were and how you couldn’t possibly eat another bite all day and how all you wanted to do was crawl into bed.”

“I did say those things.”

“So here we are.”

I was smart enough to know that if Sam said she wanted to crawl into bed on our date night, she didn’t mean at home or to get rest.

“Besides,” I said, “we’re going to be in hotels for two weeks, so this is our last chance for a while.”

Sam grinned. “This is a hotel, you know.”

“You know what I mean.”

I assumed the girls would come up with some sort of arrangement for privacy on the trip, even with the crowded rooms. Maybe they were planning a dedicated sex-room.

“Do you think we should risk going?” Sam asked. “We haven’t heard from Magistra Cassian yet.”

I wasn’t sure at all — even if we heard that no baby’s of Baba Yaga’s line had ever gone missing, I wasn’t sure if we should risk it. Even the Sweden stop seemed a little too close for my comfort, especially with Priscilla muttering “scary fucking forest witch” every time the subject came up.

“I’m having third and fourth thoughts,” I said.

“If it helps, the rest of us think we should just reschedule everything.”

“Really?”

I was a little surprised — Sam, especially, had been looking forward to seeing Swedes.

Sam nodded. “We stopped talking about it when Morgan’s around because she gets pretty adamant that we shouldn’t cancel even if she can’t go, but …”

“But what?”

“Cassandra’s already said she’ll stay behind if Morgan can’t go. It was a statement, not an offer, by the way.”

“Really?” I paused. “You don’t think she just wants to get Morgan alone with the rest of us on another continent, do you?”

Sam snorted. “No — if one of them decides to kill the other they’ll be pretty upfront about it, I think.”

“Huh. Well, we have a few days still and Magistra Cassian promised to update us before we’re supposed to leave.”

I led Sam to the front desk and picked up our key to a friendly, “Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood.”

Sam clung to my arm as we got in the elevator.

“Maybe we should just buy an apartment,” Sam suggested as the doors closed.

“Why?”

“Well, it’s a lovely hotel and the room’s very special, but it might be nice to have someplace where all our stuff is setup and ready — that’s an awfully small backpack.”

“I think I have everything I need for tonight.”

“Hmph. Better be something special in that bag.”

Back at the townhouse, Sam and I had a suitcase full of things we’d acquired — shopping on a couple of our dates — but I didn’t have any of them with tonight. The reminder of the growing collection did make me wonder what we were going to do in the longer-term.

I hadn’t looked, but I knew Sam was turning a corner of the cottage basement back on campus into a dungeon, but it was also the cottage workroom and I didn’t think any of the other girls were that interested in staring at our toys every time they had to do a practical homework assignment.

It was already awkward back at the townhouse, given everyone there, including Mel, knew exactly what Sam and I were doing up there.

I agreed we — all of us — needed a bigger place, but I didn’t think Mel would be willing to leave her townhouse and it wasn’t like I didn’t want us all in the same house, I just wanted a little more privacy sometimes.

Sometimes — not tonight.

The lighting was already set when I opened the door to our room — dim, with a reddish tint.

“You know, the hotel employee who had to turn our lights on is probably telling everybody downstairs exactly what he thinks we’re up to, right?”

I shrugged. “We’re here pretty often — you think they haven’t figured it out? Besides, it wasn’t someone from the hotel.”

“What? Who then —”

I pulled Sam close and kissed her, shutting her up — and shutting up the part of her brain that was asking questions.

After a minute, I broke the kiss.

“Go sit in that chair,” I told Sam, pointing.

“Yes, Domin — you had them move the chairs?”

“Now.”

“Yes, Dominus.”

I slid my backpack off and laid it on the suite's coffee table while Sam walked into the bedroom toward the chair I’d indicated.

The bedroom had a small, round table near the tall windows — usually with two high-backed, high-armed chairs. The chairs were now at the foot of the bed, facing each other, but angled a tiny bit toward the bed itself.

“Are we going to watch each other?” Sam asked, pausing behind the first chair.

“Do as you’re told or all you’re doing tonight is watching.”

Sam’s brow furrowed and she bit her lip, but she lowered her eyes.

“Yes, Dominus.”

I waited, watching, as she made her way to the far chair, sat, and looked at me expectantly — then her eyes widened and she focused on the shadows of the other chair.

“Rachel?”

“Hi?” Rachel said.

“Noah, what —”

Sam was apparently so shocked she was calling me Noah instead of Dominus. Good. She could use a good shock now and then.

“Ssshh,” I told Sam, walking over to sit on the foot of the bed between the two chairs. Rachel had positioned them perfectly — they were focused on each other, but I could sit or lie down at the foot of the bed and see both of them.

I laid on my side and looked back and forth between the two witches.

Neither was particularly dressed up — both just in jeans — but they were the sexiest things I could imagine seeing right now.

“Samantha?”

“Yes, Dominus?”

“You know I’ve been working hard to show Rachel all the dirty-things she missed growing up under Purity, right?”

“Yes, Dominus, but I don’t think —”

“Think about what I tell you to do and let Rachel and I worry about what she’s into.”

“Yes, Dominus.”

I certainly didn’t have to ask what Sam was into — she was spamming so much pink Lust she looked like Felicity’s bed.

“Good girl.” I grabbed a couple pillows and made myself more comfortable. “Now, imagine my surprise when I found out Rachel didn’t even have experience with some pretty basic stuff — stuff I’m not really equipped to teach her.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “Like … what … Dominus?”

I grinned and sat up, then went to the main room’s bar and opened a bottle of wine — returning with a glass after making Sam wait and wonder what I thought was an appropriate amount of time. I laid down again and sipped my wine.

“Would you believe,” I said, “that Rachel has never pleasured herself?”

Sam frowned.

“Um, yeah? Sorry. Yes, I’d believe that, Dominus — that’s why we never ask that question when we play never-have-I-ever …”

Okay, so not as impactful a reveal as I thought it was going to be, but —

“Wait,” I said. “you guys play that without me?”

“Dominus, what do you think the rest of us do when you’re on a date with one of us?”

We’ve been missing pajama parties! my dick yelled.

What else had they been playing without me? Truth or Dare? Spin the Bottle?

I was going to have to give that some thought.

“Right.” Something to think about later. “But it’s also something she hasn’t done since I marked her.”

Rachel shrugged. “If you’re not there, I might blow up; and if you are there … why would I want to do it myself?”

“Good points,” I agreed. “Because I want to watch.”

“Okay,” Rachel said with a little grin.

I nodded to Sam. “Rachel and I discussed it and think she’d learn best with a demonstration.”

“A … demonstration, Dominus?”

Sam’s eyes were wide and darting back and forth between Rachel and me.

I’d never seen her this flustered about something sexual, but she was already nervous about Rachel, not wanting to “scare her off,” as she’d told me, and I was asking her to touch herself in front of someone else.

Yeah, she’d been prepared to do it in front of Cassandra, but Cassandra had been giving me a blowjob at the time, so she was somewhat occupied.

It was pretty clear here that Sam was going to be the focus of both my attention and Rachel’s for this.

“Samantha, demonstrate for Rachel how a girl pleases herself — and I think I’m going to be judging how good a job you do. If Rachel doesn’t learn how to finish in the same time it takes you, then you’re going over my knee … in front of her.”

Sam gasped and stared at me while Rachel bit her lip and lowered her eyes.

I’d discussed some details of what I had planned with her, wanting to be sure she was okay with it. She didn’t really understand what Sam got out of our dynamic — or some of the physical things she thought would hurt — but she was curious.

“I’ll try to do my best,” Rachel whispered.

I had to adjust myself, because my dick was doubled up in my pants and threatening to break something as it hardened.

Let me out!

That would come later — if I let my dick out now, the plans for the evening were going to be significantly altered.

“Get started,” I told Sam.

Sam licked her lips and nodded. “Yes, Dominus.”

Her hands grasped the bottom of her t-shirt.

“Slowly,” I said. “We’re in no rush.”

“I — y — yes, Dominus.”

Sam glanced at Rachel, then laid her left hand on her knee and slowly ran it up her thigh, over her jeans, as her right hand caressed her belly, moving upward to cup her breast — then she froze and swallowed hard, eyes on Rachel.

Rachel froze also, because I’d told her earlier to copy Sam’s moves.

“Why?” she’d asked. “If I’m supposed to learn, shouldn’t I be memorizing things or something?”

I’d chuckled. “Because it will make Sam explode.”

Rachel was immediately on board with the idea.

Sam slid one hand under her shirt while the other rubbed hard, once, over her denim-covered mound and she groaned, eyes locked on Rachel following her moves.

“You are the best Dominus ever,” she whispered. “Sadistic bastard.”

*

Sam followed my instruction and went slowly, pausing the caresses only to remove clothing one piece at a time.

By the time the two girls were reduced to only their bras and panties, I was wondering if Sam really might explode. I was already keeping an eye on Rachel in case I needed to drain her — it would be hilarious if I had to drain Sam too.

Rachel seemed to be handling it, though — until Sam slid one hand under the elastic of her panties and the fabric started rippling with movement.

“I can’t see,” Rachel whispered, voice rough. “How am I supposed to learn if I can’t see?”

Sam groaned.

Rachel groaned.

I groaned.

I want to see, too!

You don’t have eyes, I told Marvin.

Fuck, Rachel had me calling it Marvin, too.

Exactly! I see through touch — like braille!

Not happening yet.

Ableist asshole!

“Noah?”

Yep, Rachel’s resonants, Lust and Passion, were both filled to capacity and stretching, which would be uncomfortable.

“Wait,” I told Sam, rolling off the bed.

I stood behind Rachel’s chair and laid a hand on her neck so I could watch Sam while I connected our resonants.

Sam stopped moving while Rachel groaned.

“Can I move?” Rachel whispered.

“Yes.”

Rachel shuddered as I started slowly draining her resonants. No matter how I did it, it was immensely pleasurable, but slow drew it out more — I didn’t want Rachel finishing from this instead of from what Sam was teaching her.

I figured she must have to scratch her nose or something, since she’d been diligently copying Sam’s movements and nothing else for a good while, but she surprised me.

Rachel’s fingers had followed Sam’s underneath her panties and now she withdrew them, glistening, before slowly raising them to her lips. Keeping her eyes locked on Sam’s, she placed her fingers in her mouth, sucking softly.

“Fucking evil, Dominus,” Sam groaned, clenching her jaw.

Rachel relaxed as I withdrew my resonants from hers and moved back to the bed.

“That wasn’t me,” I said.

Rachel withdrew her fingers, slowly and pressing them to her lower lip, so that was pulled down before she smiled.

“That was all me,” Rachel whispered, returning her fingers to match Sam’s.

“Should … should I take my panties off now, Dominus?”

I started to say yes, then smiled.

“Fuck,” Sam muttered.

I bent over and whispered instructions to Rachel, who nodded, not taking her eyes off Sam.

“Oh, fuck,” Sam whispered as Rachel smiled and stood, then slipped her panties down to let them fall around her ankles.

Sam started trembling as Rachel went to her knees between the two chairs, then reached forward and slowly slid Sam’s panties down her thighs then off. The trembling increased as Rachel reached forward again, took Sam’s hand, and leaned forward to suck the other witch’s moist fingers into her mouth.

“She does taste different,” Rachel whispered, then raised her eyes to meet Sam’s. “I like it.”

Those words had about the same effect on Sam as they had when Rachel used them on me after our first blowjob.

“Mercy, Dominus? Pleasepleaseplease, mercy — I don’t care about the spanking, please —”

“Rachel?”

Rachel very slowly and deliberately lowered her eyes, anticipating what was next.

“Yes?”

“Taste her.”

*

“Are you sure she’ll be okay?” Rachel whispered.

I nodded, then remembered she couldn’t see, because her face was still between Sam’s thighs, and whispered back, “Yeah, she’ll ask for mercy when she’s had enough.”

Rachel looked over her shoulder at me, eyes narrowed. “There’s enough?”

Sam saved me with a half-heard whisper, “please”

I gestured for Rachel to get back to what she was doing.

She turned back to Sam and blew a puff of air over Sam’s glistening clit.

“Nngwahnah!” Sam groaned and the chair arms I’d told her to grip and not let go of creaked and cracked.

Rachel giggled. “I didn’t think that would really work!”

I ran my hands over Rachel’s naked back. “Once she gets in this state, she pretty much just rolls from one to another without a lot of coherence.”

Rachel giggled again and sat back, arching her back and craning her neck to put her face next to mine.

She bit her lip. “I love you.”

I cupped her cheek with one hand and put the other over her shoulder to cup her breast and pull her close.

“I love you, too.”

The taste of Rachel’s mouth and Sam’s juices was intoxicating and Rachel’s tongue wasn’t the least bit tired, even after how long she’d been working Sam’s pussy over.

Rachel pulled back from the kiss and I saw the beginnings of the wicked grin she’d come out with a couple times tonight.

“Can she hear us?” she whispered.

I shrugged. “Sometimes —”

“Uhuh.”

Rachel frowned and looked at the grunting Sam. “‘Uh uh?’”

“Uhuh.”

“It’s, ah —” I shrugged again. “Sometimes it’s just all vowels and you have to make some guesses based on context. I’m pretty sure that means she’s still hearing us.”

Rachel’s frown turned back into a grin and she turned back to Sam, wrapping her mouth tightly around Sam’s clit.

“I ‘ove ‘ou!”

“Nnngguck! ‘Ease! Easeeaseease!”

Crack.

*

So after I got Sam’s flailing arm under control — a priority, because she was still holding the chair arm she’d just ripped off — she seemed to have reached her limit. Or, at least, close to it.

I told her to let go of the chair arms, managed to get my toes out of the way of the one that thunked into the carpet, and then Rachel and I half-carried, half-dragged her to the bed.

“Are you going to spank her now?” Rachel whispered.

I shook my head, arranging Sam on one side of the bed, rolled onto her side to face the other. “Kind of pointless right now.”

“Why?”

Some things were best demonstrated.

I raised a hand.

Crack

“Nnnngggffff!!”

“Did she just —”

I nodded.

“I kind of give her a pass on asking once things get to a certain point,” I explained. “Once she’s like this, pretty much anything —”

I reached out, then stopped and gestured at Rachel, miming.

Rachel took Sam’s nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“Nnnnggg —”

Rachel’s eyebrows went up and she grinned, then began massaging Sam’s nipple back and forth.

“NnngggGGNNNGGGnnnnGGGNNNNgggg!”

Rachel giggled.

“It’s like a dial.”

I nodded. “It goes to eleven, but then her stomach’s sore the next day.”

Rachel huffed. “I keep telling her she needs to work out more.”

“NnnngggnngNNGGGNNN!!”

*

I laid on my side and Rachel followed suit, both of us facing Sam with Rachel in the middle.

I slid a hand between us, over Rachel’s ass and between her legs to find her wet and open, then guided the head of my cock to follow.

Rachel sighed as I slid into her depths, face inches from Sam’s, whose lips moved.

Maybe she was trying to say something, but Rachel took it for an invitation to something else and slid her face closer, first brushing Sam’s lips with hers, then wrapping a hand behind Sam’s head to pull the other girl closer as their lips and tongues explored each other hungrily.

Rachel’s walls closed around me and their were groans — I think from all of us.

I eased my way back out, then in — slowly, thinking Rachel was probably nearly as on edge as Sam was and I knew I was there. I’d barely paid any attention to my dick the whole night, being too interested in what I was having Rachel do to Sam, but now I felt like I’d explode any moment.

I started reciting spellstick stats in my head, trying to distract myself.

I reached over Rachel to touch Sam and slid a resonant into both of them, drawing more and deeper groans, then started thrusting, slowly and deliberately. Once I had a rhythm started, I added my third resonant, alternating between Rachel and Sam.

Sam managed to fling an arm over both of us and her fingers walked their way up my back as though dragging her arm behind them until they reached the back of my head and entwined themselves in my hair, pulling me close and squeezing Rachel between us.

That did it — the Rachel sandwich put me over the edge and I pulled hard on the girls’ mana at the same time I thrust deeper and harder into Rachel, then alternated pulling and pushing mana back into them through the resonant I was moving between them.

Rachel’s walls clenched around me.

“Make her come for us,” I whispered to Rachel.