Gretel hated goodbyes. Especially goodbyes that lasted two solid weeks.

"Bye-bye, sugar!" cooed Abril, planting a big, sloppy kiss right on Gretel's neck as she snuck up from behind. Gretel whimpered and cried out, the abjuration mage's mind filling with static as his sensitive, silvery magical mark was subjected to yet another merciless, indulgent makeout from the blonde sorority witch. "Mm... come back soon!"

He nodded and staggered away, trying to suppress a dumb, brainless smile. "Y-Yes. Thank you, Abril. I-I... I will." His cheeks immediately went red. Oh, gods, did I really say that? Again?

"Such a shame you've gotta leave us," murmured Maye beside him. The copper-haired witch smirked. "You know you're always welcome to stay a li'l longer, sweetie. That lamia really did a number on you." She tickled a finger around Gretel's mark.

Gretel squirmed and avoided eye contact. He knew Abril had that wicked, predatory gleam in her eye again. He'd tried to get up early this morning so he could leave without too many of the witches at this little commune trying to 'persuade' him to stay, but... well, Abril always got up early to bake.

And Maye never left his side, of course. He'd known he would face at least two temptresses—fit, lithe Maye and curvy, generous Abril were nigh-irresistible, but it could be worse. And it could still get worse, if Abril got too loud.

He'd already done this once before, he told himself. He could do it again.

Then again, last time he'd escaped he'd gotten the times mixed up, and stumbled out lost in the dark, and Maye had left him a sensitized, weak-willed mess for Dani's coils to massage into her mushy, lovey-dovey plaything, and Maye had been forced to come after to 'save' him—and lead him right back, a finger under his chin as he'd stumbled dreamily after her gorgeous, sparkling hazel eyes with a big, dumb, obedient smile on his face, right back home to the sorority's loving embrace... and oh, how they'd teased him, how they'd showered him in affection to 'reward' their good boy's return, how they'd made him beg to admit how wrong he'd been to leave, how silly and adorable and sweet and helpless he was, how much smarter pretty girls always were than dumb boys...

He gave himself a mental shake, jolting himself from some embarrassing memories. But this time would be different. This time he knew the perils.

And once again, the door was at his back. All he had to do was open it and walk out.

All he had to do.

So easy.

His hand fumbled for the doorknob, heart racing. He knew Maye wouldn't force him to stay, though she'd play within the rules to tempt him unbearably, but Abril was a little more... mischievous. Abril didn't play fair. However, her only really dangerous magic was in her baking, and since whatever was in the oven still had at least ten minutes to go, that at least neutralizedher as a threat. Enchantment-wise.

But the witches had only used a little magic on him, truth be told. The real danger was the more... tangible temptations.

Gretel, a handsome fellow with light olive skin, pale green eyes, and fluffy pink hair, had learned quickly since his departure from the cloistered Mage Tower that it often seemed nearly impossible to keep his wits when a pretty girl was flirting with him. It didn't help when he was living under the thumb of five pretty girls, all constantly barely-dressed in lacy lingerie designed to drive him crazy, clinging to him, cooing in his ears, dragging him back into one of their many big, comfy beds to pamper and praise him into obedient goo, to melt his brains into lovey-dovey mush...

"Well, um," he said weakly, realizing he was drifting into those embarrassing memories again, "I should really go. Th-This time for..." He swallowed as Abril gave her wooden spoon, dripping with batter, a long, implicative lick. This was exactly why it had taken him a week to even get himself this close to the door since he'd been brought back. This was exactly why he'd been drowning in the witches' sensual delights for the last two weeks straight. "I should really move on," he squeaked.

The doorknob finally turned. He opened the door and backed out onto the porch. Outside, the western horizon burned with the dusk, flooding the orchards and fields and forests with color tinged golden. Gretel winced slightly. It had been a long time since they'd let him outside unsupervised.

And he wasn't exactly unsupervised now.

"Well, here we are again," Maye purred, taking his hand and closing the door behind them. He flushed at even that little contact, her warm, soft, delicate hand holding his tightly, a reminder of how weak he was to the smaller witch's charms. "Heading west this time, sugar?"

"I... yes. No more lamias."

She rested her chin on his shoulder and blinked big puppydog eyes up at him. "Well, you might wanna be careful. That stretch of wood's got a bit of a reputation."

"R-Right." Gretel nodded, shifting away from her far-too-welcome touch. "I-It seems a lot of the forest does."

"Especially after dark," she purred, running a finger over his shirt buttons. "And it's already so close to nightfall."

"R-Right." Gretel laughed nervously. Dusk was an unpleasant compromise—witches slept through the day, which meant he did, too—to the extent that these incorrigible girls allowed him any rest at all. He knew better than to try to steal away during the day, when he'd be far too tired to brave the woods alone. "Well, again, um, I'm sure I'll be fine. Abjurer, you know." He pulled away from her hand with a nervous smile. "Thank you very much for the warning."

"Of course!" Maye cooed. "But are you sure you wouldn't be safer..." Her voice dropped to a husky purr as she leaned in. "... waiting 'til morning, sugar?"

Gretel stiffened, and his breath caught in his throat and retreated back into his chest as Maye's fingers danced across his shoulders. He stared into her shimmering hazel eyes, biting his lower lip to keep it from quivering with sounds he knew from experience he could not let Maye hear. "I... um..."

He reached up to try to bat her hand away. She pivoted to taking that hand and squeezing it, the tenderness of the handholding almost mind-numbing in itself. "Yes, sugar?" Her lashes fluttered. "What is it?

"I should... should really be going." Gretel laughed nervously, taking a step back—but parallel to the porch, not towards the steps off of it. "I-I mean, I don't, um, want to impose."

"Impose!" Maye's eyes shone, so pretty and vibrant in the evening light, with those little flecks of gold like sparks from a bonfire. "Oh, you ain't imposin', sugar! You know we'd... love to have you."

Gretel felt his cheeks burning.l He tried to look away from Maye's eyes, but something about them swirled with such a friendly, comforting, soothing light. His lips half-parted. It was so easy to... to just stare into them...

Weakly, he pulled away from her handholding. She reached up and caressed his cheek, and he shivered, feeling the sensitive mark on his neck tingling, reminding him just how good her touches could feel...

"B-But I..." He coughed. "No, no, I really, um..."

"Just spend one more night with us," the sorority sorceress cooed, fingers dancing delicately across his face, her eyes shimmering like dying stars. "What could be the harm? And you'd be doing us such a favor..."

Her eyes glimmered. Sparkled. Gretel's mind seemed to fizz and bubble and melt like candy, Maye's eyes the embers keeping the pot boiling. "I... don't know..." he heard himself mumble.

He tried to force himself to lean away from those touches.

Maye just leaned in and kept up her caressing, now stroking his arm fondly, familiarly. Possessively. "You must spend the night," she purred, eyes gleaming—as if she smelled blood in the water. "There's danger out in the woods! Such terrible danger."

"D-Danger..." he mumbled, shyness overcoming him. She was so forward. So affectionate. And he was... was so unused to dealing with girls. His own embarrassed introversion was more dizzying and debilitating than any fog. "What, um... what do you mean?"

She grinned. He realized numbly he'd stopped trying to pull away as her fingers caressed his cheek again, as she took his hand and held it tightly. Captive. "Oh, well, gosh sugar! Where to even start! The forests are just full of trouble after dark, you know." Her lashes fluttered. "Ask me what kind."

"What kind?" he said unthinkingly, leaning into the touch as the witch reached up to pet his head.

She smirked, and he flushed, realizing he'd done exactly what she told him to. Dainty fingers entwined themselves into his curls as her voice flowed on, as sweet and sparkling as strong liqueur. "Well, sugar, the forests are positively full of monsters, you know. Especially in that direction."

"R-Really?"

"Mmmm." The hazel eyes narrowed smugly. Maye's voice smoldered in a smoky purr. "Of course, sugar. Lamias and catgirls and fauns and wicked, wicked nymphs. Lots and lots of pretty bimbos looking for a cute... submissive... brainless playmate." She leaned in closer, tickling under his chin. "Pretty girls who'd just love to play with a silly boy and fuck. His. Brains out." His cock twitched with every syllable. "Especially a silly boy..." He whimpered and leaned in as she stroked his hair, finding himself rubbing his head unconsciously against her hand. "... who just can't say no to a pretty girl~"

"I... I..."

Her eyes swirled with colors. She leaned in closer, filling his world with that easy spiralling glow. "Oh, sugar," she said softly, "I'd worry if you really were trying to go out alone."

"B-But I am really..." Gretel licked his lips and swallowed as Maye took a step closer, bountiful chest bouncing in her lacy pink lingerie with the little bobbing step.

"Especially since it's getting soooo cold." Her eyes seemed so massive. Like endless whirlpools. And Gretel felt so... small... "It gets so awfully dark and cold around here, doesn't it?"

The wind rustled Gretel's clothes. He couldn't help but shiver a little. It... it was a little cold, he supposed.

"Doesn't it?"

Gretel bit his lip.

Maye's head tilted. The eyes spiraled with stars. "The wind eats warmth like a snake eats mice," she purred. "Like a boy eats sweets. And the night fog is like ice spilling down your back."

Gretel clutched his arms to his chest, shivering.

Her voice was like silk. So easy to listen to. Her eyes held him, and suddenly it felt to Gretel as if there were only three senses available to him: the sweet drowning eternity of her eyes, the addictive lullaby of her voice, and the biting chill. "Brr! Gosh, sugar, I think I feel a breeze moving in. Can you feel it?" She took a step closer. "The way the cold creeps in, washes over you, like shadows drownin' the settin' sun?"

Gretel gave a reluctant nod, teeth chattering a little. Gods, how had the warmth fled the day so fast?...

Maye cuddled up to him, and every ounce of Gretel's body cried out in startled delight at the heat as she pressed her body against his, her breasts so soft as they smooshed against his chest, her hands darting down to seize his, warm his up. "Aw, you're like an icicle!" she cooed. She leaned in close, her hot breath like soothing steam against his cheek. "Want me to warm you up a little, sugar?"

"I-I..." Gretel wanted to refuse, but Maye would leave if he did, and the thought of losing ths nice warmth now... He gulped. "Um..."

He knew he should say no. This was a bad idea. The longer he stayed, the more opportunity she had to... to tempt him. To seduce him. To hypnotize him, even. Mustn't get hypnotized. Mustn't get tempted.

She smiled slyly, eyes half-closing in smug certainty. "Well? Speak up, sweetie." One of her hands squeezed his as her other fell away, and Gretel's heart raced as he felt that hand tracing along his side, thudded in his chest as he remembered just how good at... touching... Maye could be...

How delicate her fingers were, caressing his hip teasingly...

"W-Wait," he squeaked, trembling as she began wrapping herself around him, captivating him in soft, pleasant, soothing warmth. "I-I... I, um..."

"Hm?" Her shimmering pools of starlight danced with many golden fires. She smiled slightly as she leaned in closer, her soft red lips barely grazing his. "What was that, dear thing?"

As her hand slipped under his robe, Gretel couldn't hold in a cry of ill-restrained delight.

He instantly felt his cheeks burning. She hadn't even...

"Ooh!" Maye made a little face of mock-surprise, and grinned. "I haven't eventouched you yet, sugar!" She gave him a little peck on the lips, never breaking contact with his fluttering eyes. "But I can."

Gretel whimpered. Those fingers. Those perfect, expert, inescapable fingers...

"I-I can't," he said desperately, desperately trying to remind himself of how this could escalate if he wasn't careful, if he didn't put his foot down. Desperately trying to remind himself of how she would toy with his body, play with his cock, turn his mind into her whimpering kitten and have it rolling over and doing tricks within minutes. How she would bring him back inside, to be played with, toyed with, indulged... "I really should be—"

"Softly, pet," she cooed, as the fingers tickled faintly along his inner thigh, eliciting a helpless squirm from him—helpless for how easily she held him now, how weak and kittenish were his protests, his wriggles of embarrassment. "You don't wanna be too loud, do you?" Her eyes briefly darted upwards, glinting with mischief. "You know how the girls like to sleep with the window open."

Gretel went still. His whimpers died into tiny trembling squeaks.

Jane and Juuni. The girlfriends. The pair who always... always loved stealing into the bedroom after Maye had gone to sleep, who so adored kissing and licking and tormenting him like wicked kittens, forcing him to try and fail to stay quiet while they played with their helpless, thrashing boytoy, mercilessly exploiting every weak point until he was beggging for release of any kind...

"Now, what were you sayin'?" she asked sweetly, and Gretel bit back a sharp cry as her fingers touched his cock. He was never allowed underwear, except, of course, when they wanted to torment him by stroking him through it, by forcing him to mess it... "Tell me, Gretel. Tell me, sugar."

Gretel whined softly. It was hard enough to contain his cries now, as her fingers deftly stroked along his little sensitive cock, playing it like her favorite instrument. Playing him like her favorite instrument. It seemed impossible to keep from making too much noise... and also to find a way to beg her to stop, plead with her to stop...

... and to keep it in his head that he really couldn't 'just stay another night'...

... even though the forest is a little dangerous after dark, and really, am I in any state now to face those dangers?

Even though Maye was the reason he was in this state at all.

And she could do this every night. Easily. He quivered under her sly, triumphant stare. She so loved reducing his will to ooey-gooey putty in her grasp. She could bring him back inside every night he tried to leave. Draw him into those eyes. Lure him into her comforting warm embrace. Turn him into a limp, subservient toy with her fingertips.

She could make him beg to be allowed back inside, and they both knew it.

"What was that?" She batted her eyelashes innocently at his whine. "Aw, I'm sorry, Gretel, sweetie, I didn't understand none of that. Can you repeat it?"

I need to go. I need to go. Just tell her, 'I need to go.' Gretel squirmed and whimpered under her touch.

Maye giggled. She batted her eyelashes, and those lashes tickled Gretel's face like butterflies' wingbeats. He might have escaped her eyes with them fluttering like that were she not so close now. There was nowhere else to look.

Nowhere but her cute cupid's bow as she planted another kiss on his cheek. "What was that? Aw, sugar, it just sounded like a li'l whine when you say it like that. Try again!"

Gretel whined plaintively, lips quivering with words he dared not permit to escape. He had to stay quiet. If he spoke too loudly, gods, Juuni and Jane might hear. Oh, how he knew they'd adore the chance to bring him back inside and under their thumb. He couldn't resist three witches at once.

He couldn't even resist one, he thought weakly, and his cock twitched needily under Maye's touch.

Maye's smile widened knowingly. Her fingers stroked so slowly, so easily, as if they were meant for him alone. Her other hand began to creep spiderlike up his arm, and Gretel's heart slammed in his chest as he realized where she was headed. No, please, not there! he wanted to wail, but barely stopped himself.

So he just whimpered. And blushed at the meek, pathetic sound as it left his quivering lips.

"Speak up, sugar," she purred. "But not too loudly, now. Imagine if Abril thought our darling boy was in trouble and came out to check!"

Gretel was desperate not to imagine. It didn't help. Not with Maye's fingers drawing the images in his mind. Curvy shortstack Abril, blonde curls bouncing as she came out to find Gretel, supposedly on his way out, left quivering under the oh-so-delicate touches of Maye.

Abril, with the sloppy, indulgent kisses, the endless array of tempting sweets—he salivated at the thought of whatever delicacy she had in the oven right now, no doubt so creamy and delectable and easy to allow himself to be handfed, her cooing for him to open wide while he was left squirming beneath her...

Maye's pulled back slightly, smirking up at him. He wouldn't even he able to claim she was holding him captive now. She was just standing close, one arm outstretched with a hand under his robe, one arm raised, fingers dancing up his side toward his shoulder. Gretel was captivated by mere fingertips.

"I—I..." Gretel whined as the fingers stroked in delicate, loving circles around the tip of his cock. He stared at her with wide, needy eyes, and received only a knowing smirk and another kiss on the lips in return.

His head spun. Gods, he was getting dizzy.

Maybe... maybe skipping breakfast hadn't been such a good idea, after all...

... especially a breakfast with Abril, the curvy blonde so gorgeous and indulgent, wriggling and bouncing in his lap, popping morsel after morsel past his lips as she cooed for him to open wide, good boy, such a good boy, good boy deserves a treat, good boy deserves another treat, ooh, such a good boy deserves a kiss~

"Do you need something?" Maye asked innocently, lashes fluttering. Her fingers danced along his shoulder, and Gretel cried out weakly, knowing for certain now where those wicked fingers were headed... "Is that it? It's so hard to make out what you're sayin', sugar..."

I need. I need. Gretel was almost drooling.

Need to escape.

Need to be quiet.

Need to look away from those pretty eyes.

Such pretty eyes...

I need to... need to...

"Aww, this is so unfair, isn't it?" Maye pouted sympathetically. "Are words hard, hon?"

Gretel gave a tiny nod and babbled incoherently.

Maye smirked. "Good thing dumb boys don't need words," she said sweetly, and kissed him again. Gretel's world swirled like falling maple seeds. "It's so hard to manage words and remember them and be quiet, isn't it?" He nodded again, feeling how awfully, wonderfully easy it was just to nod, feeling the relief like sweet syrup pouring into every joint, every crevice of his mind of just staying quiet and letting Maye speak for him... "But we must be quiet, of course." She winked. "Gotta keep the girls from waking up, mustn't we?"

He nodded again, sinking deeper, deeper asher fingers stroked him so, so slowly, so teasingly, stroking around his cock, stroking in lazy circles ever-shrinking around his silvery mark on his neck...

... had to keep quiet... had to keep from being heard... had to... keep the girls from... waking up... He felt himself sinking deeper, deeper, deeper into those eyes, into the sensations, into the palm of Maye's hand as her smile widened further...

"Ooh, hi, Claire!" he heard Maye bubble, and he jumped as he realized they were not alone.

"Hullo, Maye," chirped Claire, as the tall brunette came strolling up the path, a bag of firewood slung over her shoulder. "You two are up early!" She smiled at Gretel.

Gretel's heart sank like a fog bank. Of course Claire would be up by now. Claire and Abril were the early risers, the two most hardworking of the five witches. But Claire was always so gentle and sweet to him...

"Oh, our Gretel's thinking about leaving," Maye said casually, patting his cheek. "But I told him it's really not a good time, is it?"

"Ooh, this close to dusk?" Claire shook her head firmly. "No, no, he can't leave now. It's not safe!"

Gretel bit his lip. "Bu-Buh—

"It's not!" Maye agreed, smiling at Gretel as if her point had been proven. "There's all kinds of terrors!"

"I-I—"

"Not to mention the chill," Claire added. She set down the firewood and arched her back, stretching dramatically. Gretel couldn't help but notice her lithe physique, that perfect swell to her hips... "He mustn't leave on a chilly night like this!"

"Aw, and he was already getting cold," Maye cooed, stroking Gretel's cheek. Down below, her hidden hand gave his cock a little squeeze. Her smile was triumphant as Gretel quivered in her grasp. "Weren't you, sugar?"

"I-I..." Gretel swallowed. "Y-Yes, but, I-I mean..." He bit his lip to hold in a little cry of pleasure as Maye gave another little affectionate squeeze.

"Aw, really?" Claire frowned in deep sympathy. And Gretel's breath caught as she reached back into her bag and, as he whined in dread, drew out what was, to him, one of the most terrifying items in the whole house.

One of Claire's blankets. His blanket, he realized. His blanket with the soft, cozy baby blue glow, the fluffy feather-down softness, the ethereal warmth that seemed to emanate from it as it emerged, seeming far too big and fluffy for the bag it had come from.

The blanket that turned him into wriggly, sleepy, mushy-limbed molten goo when she wrapped it around him and held him close. His reward at the end of a long workday with her.

The blanket that, though surely Claire didn't know it, always left him absolutely helpless to resist when one of the other girls came by and decided they wanted to toy with their sleepy kitten. Captive and pliable and far, far, too sleepy to object or resist.

"Maybe this would help?" Claire offered sweetly, holding it up towards them.

"Ooh," Maye breathed, and turned her thought-scattering hazel eyes on Gretel again with a knowing grin. "Maybe! Would we like our blanket, sugar?"

Gretel whined and tried to shake his head, but Maye's fingers were returning towards his mark now, and it just looked like brainless squirming. More brainless squirming. And Claire was getting closer.

"What was that?" Maye purred... "We wanna be wrapped up all cozy in Claire's blanket..." Her voice went soft and light and wispy, so only she and Gretel could hear, "... and let our brains turn into nice, hot, sleepy dreamy mush like a good, sweet, sleepy boy?"

And those words were like soft blue fog sinking into his mind and drowning all thought.

Sleepy boy.

Sleepy boy.

Gretel almost moaned at the words.

Sleepy boy.

Sleepy boy.

The words Maye and Juuni and Jane and Abril always cooed when they found him molten and pliant in his blanket, unable to move, unable to protest, helpless even to fully awaken.

Sleepy boy.

Sleepy boy.

The words that left him unable to do anything but moan and wriggle like a dreamy plaything as they began teasing him, stroking him. Taking advantage of how brainlessly ooey-gooey sleepy their boytoy had been made.

Sleepy boy.

Sleepy boy.

Gretel quivered under the touches, watching the blanket get closer. Seeing Maye's smile widening at his utter failure to object. She knew what a good boy he could be when he was wrapped up nice and warm.

Sleepy boy.

How brainless and pliant and sleepy their boy was under the effects of his lovely, mind-meltingly soft, warm, cozy...

"N-Nooooo," he whined, his voice getting dangerously loud. He bit his lip instantly to bite back the cry.

"No?" Claire stopped short. She tilted her head, smiling bemusedly. "I thought you were cold! But if you don't need it..."

"I-I..." Gretel panted, as a pouting Maye began to 'punish' him with torturously delicate strokes, scattering his words like ripples in the rapids. "I—I n-need—" He bit back his words as they threatened to rise in volume again, as Maye's fingers darted daringly towards his mark, this time stopping just short.

Claire blinked. "Aw, sorry, sweetie, I don't know if I understand!"

After a pause, Maye's eyes lit up. "Maybe," she purred, eyes smoldering up at Gretel in sudden wickedness, "he would rather be warmed up another way."

Uh-oh.

"And what do you mean by that?" Claire asked, still as sweet as sugar in her pretty, innocent green eyes. But her lips were curving up a little as she seemed to recognize just how horny Gretel was right now. "Are you saying our Gretel wants something else?"

"Everyone knows," Maye says smugly, speeding up the pumping of Gretel's cock as he tried to muster a protest, "how pretty and red a boy gets... when we kiss him."

Oh, no. Gretel's heart started to race. Oh no. Nonononononono...

"Oh, yes," Claire said, eyes lighting up in understanding. Still holding the blanket under one arm, she sauntered forward, beaming down at Gretel. "Everyone knows how boys can be! They blush like ripe red apples."

Gretel squeaked and whined, squirming helplessly, hopelessly trapped beneath Maye's dainty, delicate strokes.

"They sure do!" Maye purred. Gretel looked between them in a panic as they pressed in closer, closer... "Pretty soon you can't even see my lipstick on them anymore!" She licked plump, cherry-red lips and grinned.

"Nice and red and toasty," Claire agreed, reaching forward to caress Gretel's cheek. "Aw, he's already getting a little red!"

"Just imagine," Maye whispered, her eyes sparkling as Gretel cried softly within their captivating spirals, "how red he'll get when we're bathing him in kisses. His burning cheeks will melt that silly brain of his right down into lovey-dovey goop."

"Unh!" Gretel was panting. Even those soft caresses... it was so much, it was too much, but he couldn't look away...

"Flushy-blushy cheeks," Maye cooed, "gushy-mushy brains..."

"Aww, those poor boys!" Claire giggled, leaning in close, fingers stroking along his chest, his arm captive as she pressed against his side. "Aaaall those kisses must just melt their brains like butter!"

"Melty brains," Maye sang, "gluey brains," her hand pumped his cock in time with her words, "lovey-dovey gooey brains!"

Gretel was drooling now. Drooling and mewling and squirming like a helpless pet between them. He already felt like his brains were dripping out as Maye edged him, as the two gorgeous witches pressed in close, and he started to wish he'd just submitted to the peaceful sleepy dreams of the blanket when he'd had the chance.

"We're gonna kiss him soooo red," Claire said indulgently, and she planted the tiniest of kisses on his neck—the far side from his mark, thankfully. For now. "Aww, look at those flushing cheeks! Just like he wants! Cheeks go blushy, brains go mushy~"

Gretel squirmed, overwhelmed, almost unable to bear it, barely keeping any semblance of composure—

"Gonna kiss him aaaall over," Maye said sweetly. HJer fingers danced about wherever she indicated, accompanying her words with teasing, tickling spirals. "His adorable cheeks, his pretty lips, his... neck..."

And as her fingers tickled right over Gretel's impossibly sensitive magic mark, Gretel stumbled back with an overwhelmed squeak, breaking the control at last—

—and in a panic, he sprang for the door, opened it, and slammed it behind him without even thinking.

It all happened quicker than his own mind. So quick that Gretel only realized as the door clicked shut behind him what he'd just done.

Gretel's heart sank.

Then, in deeper understanding, it plummeted.

Not only had he just locked himself in the very house he'd tried to escape...

... but he'd just locked the two least capricious sorority girls outside.

He'd only just realized this when there came a pair of knocks at the door, and two sugary-sweet voices.

"Oh, suuugar," sang Maye, her words bubbling with barely-concealed giggles, "might we come in?"

"It's cold out!" Claire added with a little laugh. "No tricks, witch's promise!"

Gretel gulped, and made sure the door was locked as he stepped back. A witch's promise meant less than nothing, and Claire knew he knew that. She and Maye were going to punish him for this, and he'd plead for every second of it once they had him back in their clutches.

He backed away from the door. He couldn't fall for their tricks. Not this time. Not again.

He was so distracted by the door, by their endearing, enticing coos, Gretel jumped almost out of his own skin when he took another step back and nearly tripped over Abril.

He spun around, spirit lurching. The curvy blonde beamed up at him, holding up a bowl of freshly-baked pastries—fluffy pastries stuffed with fresh cream, dripping with glistening cherry sauce she'd drizzled over the whole thing—

"Fancy a little treat?" she cooed, winking.

Gretel's stomach rumbled. He licked his lips. Gods, she'd brought out the big guns. Cherry cream puffs—her cruelest and most indulgent temptation.

Abril was a loving, generous witch. She was also quite used to getting her way.

"I," he squeaked, "should really be, um..."

Knock-knock-knock.

"Oh, booyyy," Maye cooed, "we're waiting!"

Gretel gulped.

"What was that?" Abril asked, blinking innocently as if she didn't notice the knocking.

"I... I..." Gretel tried to tear his eyes off the bowl and only succeeded in losing his gaze in her full, bounteous breasts, clad only in that thin, tight nightgown... and he knew exactly where the sugar sorceress got the cream for her pastries...

"Just try one!" Abril offered, bouncing between her tiptoes and heels with a mischievous, playful grin. "A treat for our best boy~"

"N-No," Gretel cried, backing away, back towards the door. "I... I mean, thank you, but..." h stared at the jiggling breasts. Breathed in the scent of the pastries. "I... I mean, I really shouldn't..."

"C'mon, Gretel!" Claire called, her voice as melodic as birdsong. "Be a good boy, now."

"Don't worry about their tricks," Abril teased, reaching down and holding up a cream puff for his wide eyes. "I think you want something sweet right now, don't you, baby?"

Gretel whimpered, trying but not quite succeeding in shaking his head no. The breasts kept bouncing. Kept making his head bob. Kept making it a yes...

"Yes, you do!" Abril cooed, advancing on him with a knowing gleam in her pretty blue eyes as he tried to back away. "Good boys love being sweetened up, don't they, precious darling?"

"Good boys love pretty girls melting their brains into goo," Maye called from outside, her voice venomously sweet. "Mushy brains, drippy brains, squishy brains~"

Gretel squirmed as his cock twitched. Don't fall for their tricks. Don't fall for her treats. Don't... don't give in... "I." He swallowed as he realized he was starting to drool staring at the sweets. "I'm... f-fine..."

"Of course you are!" Abril giggled. "You're a good boy."

"Good boys wanna be brainless boys," Claire sang from beyond the door. "Cheeks go blushy, brains go mushy!"

"And a good boy deserves some sweetness," Abril cooed, bouncing closer. And closer. "All he has to do is ask!"

"No..."

As if hearing the weakness in his voice, the two witches outside seemed to step up their efforts, and began banging on the door insistently.

"Brainless boy!" Maye chanted. "Brainless boy! Brainless boy!"

"Kisses!" Claire echoed. "Kisses! Kisses!"

Gretel whined and shook his head meekly, staring at Abril's bouncy breasts, hypnotized by her big, squishy, bouncy cleavage, feeling his cheeks starting to get hot...

"Ooh, what was that?" Abril paused, and giggled, pulling the creampuff away. "Did I hear someone ask for kisses?"

Gretel stared wide eyed and gave a tiny, imperceptible shake of his head. Oh, no, not Abril's kisses, please, no...

Abril had very plump, luscious, pillowy, hot pink lips, and she knew it. And she knew how much Gretel couldn't help but love her kisses.

Her delectable, mind-melting, utterly addictive kisses...

She was smiling brightly, now, tilting her head to the side. Gretel's cheeks burned as he realized she was likely noticing Maye's and Claire's lingering lipstick marks—Maye's a bright red, Claire's a soft peach-pink. "My, my," she purred, "someone's been trying to get poor Gretel to blush his brains to mush, haven't they?'

Gretel's heart started to race as Abril set the bowl aside and advanced. She moved with the sway of a succubus, of someone who knew quite well the effect her curves were having on her favorite boytoy and loved taking advantage of it. He watched her approach in a daze, mesmerized by the swing of her hips, the bounce of her breasts... the way her diaphanous white nightgown did so, so little to conceal the vastness of her cleavage...

"Maybe Gretel," Abril cooed, "needs his treats in kiss form~"

Gretel shook his head weakly, but his mind swam with memories—memories of Abril's big, sloppy wet kisses, memories of being held tight as she bathed him in smooches, drowned his mind, melted his... his brains...

Abril took him by the wrist, and Gretel found himself lost in those bouncing tits, helpless as she tugged him down, down, and then her lips met his...

... and Gretel melted.

Gretel melted like ice cream in the desert sun, like an ice cube sliding between Abril's breasts, like a good boy in a lamia's coils. He melted in the clutches of her moans of pleasure, the lewd smacking of her lips, the sweetness of her tender form as she held him close, as her tongue slipped into his mouth... Oh, gods, why had he ever wanted to leave...

His eyes closed as he lost himself to her tender embrace, drowned in her clutches, savored the feeling of her delectable lips smacking adoring kisses all over his captive face...

"Oh, Gretel," cackled Maye from the other side of the door, "I hear you having fun in there~"

Gretel's eyes opened. He found himself staring into Abril's shining sky-blue eyes, half-closed in ecstasy.

He felt his cheeks burn deep crimson. A moan escaped him as he tried to pull away—or sort of tried—or squirmed, at least, and whimpered, and leaned in closer, wriggled deeper into her addictive, intoxicating embrace, let Abril stroke his hair so softly—

"Aww, he's having fun without us!" Claire giggled. "Guess he chose treats over tricks!"

Gretel moaned, feeling all strength oozing from his body as Abril's kisses overwhelmed him, overpowered all thoughts in his dribbling brain. Just like they always did. He couldn't pull away. He couldn't stop Abril's tongue from slipping into his mouth and toying with his own. He couldn't even stop moaning with pleasure at the sweet decadence of the kiss.

It felt so good to submit. To obey. To be kissed by a pretty girl. Gretel's cheeks burned with shame at how easily he'd given in—but a tiny part of him comforted him. At least he was only with Abril. Abril never tormented him.

Abril never did anything but indulge her good boy.

Gretel's 'struggles' started to melt away completely. Was that so bad?

She'd pleasure him. She'd take care of him. As long as the others didn't get here anytime soon...

"Well, darn!" Maye let out a loud sigh. "I guess there's nothing left to do..."

Gretel was so close to just swooning into the shortstack's arms, letting himself be overpowered completely by a woman little more than half his height, undone by mere kisses..

"... but just keep knocking and hope we wake someone else up!" Maye giggled.

And her words were followed by an even louder chorus of bangs on the door that made Gretel jump.

"Kisses!" Maye called sweetly. And loudly. "Kisses!"

BANG BANG BANG

"Kisses!" Claire echoed, a chanting demand. "Kisses!"

Panicked, Gretel finally broke away, gasping for air, as Abril smirked knowingly. "S-Stop!" he hissed, pulling away from her warm embrace. "Th-They'll—"

BANG BANG BANG BANG—

"Okay, okay, fine!" He lunged and, barely hesitating, unlocked the door and flung it open, heart pounding in his chest. "Just please don't yell—"

Claire and Maye were upon him in moments, grabbing his arms, pushing him back so fast he almost stumbled and fell off his feet—a near-miss that no doubt would have landed him in their clutches for good.

"Good boy!" Claire exclaimed, kissing his cheek.

"Such a good boy!" Maye cooed, kissing his other cheek.

Gretel thrashed and struggled, dizzied by their kisses, still dazed from Abril's embrace, disoriented and horny and—

"Boy gets kiss, brains go squish!" Maye giggled, and gave him a loving kiss on the neck petrifyingly close to the mark.

Gretel squirmed and managed to wrest his way free, backing up towards the stairs. "S-Stay back!" he squeaked, feeling his cheeks burning as hot as irons.

"Aww, silly boy~" Maye cooed. "Sugar wants us to finish melting those brains for him, doesn't he?"

"Of course he does!" Abril beamed, licking her lips. She reached over and plucked up a pastry, her smile deadly-sweet as she locked eyes with Gretel.

"Cheeks go blushy, brain gets mushy!" Claire said happily. The trio advanced toward him.

"N-No," Gretel whined, panting with need, squirming, taking a step onto the stairs. "No, really, I should... I can't just..." Can't lose another week. Can't let them win. Can't admit girls always win. And... and if I don't leave now...

"And we know how to get those cheeks all blushy," Maye purred, "don't we, girls? We all know what he needs."

Gretel gulped.

The sorority witches exchanged sly grins.

"Kisses!" Claire sang, advancing.

"Kisses!" Abril cooed, bouncing towards him.

"Kisses!" Maye cooed, gliding forward.

In a panic, Gretel carved a wide arc through the air, and shimmering magical lines fell like raindrops from the arc, forming a glistening silver shield. He instantly regretted this as his mark tingled with excitement at the magic it was channeling, and his knees quaked and wobbled. "I-I—"

Maye blinked at the shield, then up at him, innocently. She mouthed a question.

Gretel swallowed. He knew she'd stop if he asked.

If only he admitted... admitted...

Instead, he turned and bolted up the stairs, nearly tripping on the last few steps.

"Kisses!" echoed the three witches, and he could feel them easily unweaving his paltry hastily-woven magic, hear them rushing up after him. "Kisses!"

Gretel bounded up the stairs and ran into the first room with an open door. Gretel was horny and confused and dazed and panicked and so horny and it was the only thing he could think to do.

Gretel turned immediately after closing the door and, not even thinking, ran around and put all his weight into the nearby dresser, struggling to push it towards the door. His years in the Tower had done nothing to prepare his arms for this kind of exertion, and indeed, they ached with the effort—but his adrenaline gave him strength.

His heart was racing like a thousand horses. He had to hold off half the horny sorority on his own. At least until he could think of a way out of here. It wouldn't be only half of them soon. The commotion the witches were about to make was bound to awaken the last two. Not to mention the scraping of the dresser.

This was bad. He gave one final push, barricading the door with the armoire.

This was very, very bad.

Gretel leaned against the dresser, panting. He needed to get a grip, and fast, or else these gorgeous sex-crazed sorceresses were going to break in here, tackle him to the ground, and kiss his brains away until he was pleading for more, and then they were going to push him down into the bed of whoever's bedroom he'd run into, and then he'd—

Gretel froze.

And as the bangs on the door and echoing taunting moans for kisses, kisses, kisses began ringing in his ears from outside, a single thought slowly traveled through his mind, the clock's gears slowly clicking into a dreadful knell.

Whoever's. Whoever's... bedroom... he'd...

Gretel's eyes slowly traveled up to the walls, as he finally noticed the girly pink wallpaper. Finally noticed the little cat and sheep scrimshaw carvings resting on the dresser, the cute painted lettering on each side of the dresser—glowing in the dim light, since the curtains were closed, like they always had them closed—giving a name indicating the side's owner, since this particular dresser was shared by two very close friends indeed.

Gretel swallowed, heart sinking deep, as he heard a little, "Mmaah?" from behind him...

...followed by the creaking of bedsprings, a little "Mrrew?"...

Two almost identical yawns...

Gretel turned to see two pairs of gleaming eyes from the darkness beneath the Whisper Twins' blankets: one pair bright green, one luminous gold.

"H-Hi, Jane," Gretel squeaked, meeting the sleepy green eyes. "H-Hi, Juuni," he added, looking into those drowsy gold eyes. "Um, so, um... I'll just be, um..."

"... going?" Jane asked sweetly, tilting her head to the right.

Gretel's voice failed him.

"Or coming?" Juuni asked sweetly, tilting her head to the left.

Gretel trembled.

~ ~ ~ ~

Maye knew immediately which door her Gretel had chosen when she saw the hanging sign still swinging, knocked askew by the force of the door slamming.

JANE and JUUNI'S ROOM

KEEP OUT on pain of BRAINMELT KISSIES

(NO BOYS ALLOWED!!)

"Oh, poor, sweet boy," Maye trilled softly, smiling as she leaned against the door and listened intently.

"L-Listen, girls," Gretel was stammering, "I didn't mean to—"

Giggling drowned out his meek little voice.

"Aww, I guess, like, he didn't see the sign!" she heard Juuni coo, her voice as wispy-sweet as spun sugar. There came the windchimes of her cotton-based whispermagic, and a satisfying squeak from Gretel.

"Or he did," Jane added, giggling, "and he wants kissiiies!"

"N-Noo! I-I don't—mm! MMMMM!!!" The thrumming of Jane's purring-based whispermagic emitted as Maye heard Gretel fall with a soft, cushioned whump—and then both sounds, and his quavering voice, were all alike drowned out by the kittenwitch's lips on his.

"Kissies!" Juuni cooed, and Maye grinned at the sound of the Whisper Twins' planting loud, doubtless exquisite kisses on the thrashing body of their very most favorite boytoy. Gretel's squeals and cries as what Maye guessed were his robes thwumped against the door were adorable. "Lickies!"

"N-No, please, not there—"

"Bad boys—*mwah*—get melty kissies!" Jane purred. "And here kitty's kissies come for Gretel's faaavorite place~"

Gretel's voice broke and shattered into squeals and squeaks at every kiss. "P-PleEEeeEEase, I-I'm just h-heEEre t-to—t-to hiiide from—"

"Aww, is—*mwah*—someone—*mwaaah*—looking for you?" Juuni cooed between smooches.

"Um. I-I mean—n-no! NO! NononoNONONONO—"

"Better let them in!" Jane sang, and there came another vibrant purr, and to Maye's glee, the door and dresser beyond phased into wispy ghost-versions of themselves to allow entry.

And the whole sorority descended on their captive plaything.

~ ~ ~ ~

Gretel was in heaven and hell and he barely knew the difference.

The kittenwitch and lambwitch had moved quickly. Too quickly for him to think to react, even if his brains weren't so very... mushy. Now they had him squirming and thrashing in the fuzzy cotton 'handcuffs' Juuni had spelled onto his wrists and ankles, which seemed to stretch only when they wanted to spread his arms and legs for something, snapping back into place the second the whisper witches were through with him.

And now they'd whispered away his only protection against the whole coven.

Juuni beamed down at him and planted another loving kiss on his panting lips. Her face was positively angelic in the room's twilight glow, her curly black hair framing brilliant golden eyes and plump, dimpled cheeks. A pair of silvery lamb's ears flopped and twitched with excitement as she stroked and kissed and licked all over his sensitive body.

Jane giggled up at him, dark feline ears twitching amid her long wavy black hair, emerald-green eyes complementing subtle pale freckles. The kittenwitch kissed and licked with an intense focus, never taking her eyes off his flushed face as she lapped at his sensitive sides, sucked on his fingers, smacking her lips and letting out lewd moans. She was so close to his cock right now, and his cock was totally exposed. And so was he. Exposed and helpless between the two insatiable temptresses.

And he knew from that glow in her pretty green eyes that she knew how helpless he was, and would delight in teasing her kittytoy until he begged to be suckle-edged by the two of them, shared between them like a delectable treat, like their adorable, submissive slave. And a part of him was giddy at the thought.

Claire entered his field of vision, and he stared up at her uncertainly. The brunette smirked down at him, bent down... and the next thing he knew, he was in her arms.

Grteel found himself being carried into bed, squirming helplessly, thrashing in her embrace, whimpering as the witches cooed at how cute and obedient and adorable and helpless he was. His cock twitched and his mark tingled at the intoxicating praise.

Gretel was overwhelmed by kisses, by strokes, by teasing, by the hypnotic eyes and tingly magic. The sorority had him now, and it was all he could do to thrash and plead for mercy. Just like they liked him.

"There we go!" Claire cooed, giggling. "Now, let's get him nice and warm..."

Gretel blinked. And he started thrashing harder. "No!" he squealed. "No, please, I c-can't—"

"Shh," Claire whispered, "shh, sleepy boy, be a good boy~"

"Nnnn—" His cock twitched and throbbed at her achingly sensual voice. "I-I mean, no, I—you mustn't—y-you don't know how—"

And then he was being wrapped up in Claire's blanket, in his blanket, in his wonderful, soft, fluffy warm blue blanket so very tightly, and Gretel felt even his will to squirm helplessly melting from him as cozy, luxurious comfort oozed in from all around.

His muscles went limp. His limbs went slack.

And his heart sank as he saw, over Claire's shoulders, Juuni and Jane grinning down at him.

With identical twirls of their fingers, the cuffs faded, no longer needed.

He sank into the bed, panting, drooling with pleasure as the whisperwitches kissed and sucked and licked, as Claire cradled his head in her lap and stroked his hair fondly. "Good boy!" Claire cooed. "Such a good boy. See, what's the harm in staying just one more night?"

Gretel mewled.

"You're blushing so bright," Claire added with a wink. "And you know what that means! What a good boy!"

"He is a good boy, isn't he?" bubbled a voice of syrup and honey, and Abril appeared above him. The shortstack giggled, clearly gleeful at his state, and hopped up to straddle his hips—wriggling so that he wasn't quite inside her, so she could squirm in his lap, pinning his needy little cock beneath her plump ass... "Such a good boy deserves a kiss..."

"Nnnnooo," Gretel mewled, too weak and sleepy to argue even as he knew the trap, letting Abril help him to sit up as she moved in for the kiss, and oh, gods, he wanted that kiss so badly he couldn't think, he just parted his lips—

—only for her to pop a delectable cherry cream puff right into his open mouth.

"Good boy!" He squirmed faintly and moaned as she cooed her praise, helped him close his mouth, encouraged him to chew, swallow, to let the molten creamy sugary mindless bliss ooze into his mind...

And Abril's voice was even creamier and sweeter. "Suuuuch a good boy! Soooo oh-bee-dee-ent~" He whimpered as Abril began guiding his gasping lips to her massive breasts, as she tugged her lacy nightgown down to reveal she was ready for him... already lactating, dripping, so sweet and enticing, so addictive...

"Oh, I think such a good boy," purred Maye, as the gorgeous redhead bounced into bed next to him and smirked down triumphantly, "deserves soooo much more, don't you girls?"

Gretel stared up at her and whined. His mind was... was melting like butter in the oven. And he couldn't think of a hotter oven than here, in a sorority bedroom, squirming weakly beneath the affections of five drop-dead gorgeous temptresses, lost in the cozy warmth of Claire's blanket, the delectable scent of Abril's milk, the addictive taste of the creampuff, the unbearable sensations of the whisper witches' kisses, the exquisite glow of Maye's gorgeous eyes.

Everywhere around him lay temptation. Maye's soothing, drowning spirals. Abril's bouncing, enticing breasts. Claire's lulling, singsong coos and soft, luxurious headpets. Jane's and Juuni's bright smiles, filled with wicked suggestions Gretel longed to beg for.

His whole world was pudding. Sweet, decadent pudding. Or a bouquet of sweet wildflowers smothering him in a thousand scents. Or a valley of thick rosy-pink fog. He felt so pliable. So docile. So deeply under their spell. He knew he needed to fight, but all he could do was dreamily squirm, moan, whimper. All he could think about was obeying. All he could think about was how good being a good, obedient boy would feel. How maybe they wouldn't edge him if he was a good boy. How many they'd edge him lots if he was a very good boy.

The sorority witches giggled and nodded, Juuni and Jane moaning as they suckled on Gretel's fingers and kissed and licked him all over, Claire sighing happily as she kept giving him headpets, praising her good blushy brainless boy, Abril's eyes shining with anticipation as she guided him closer, closer to his suckling surrender...

"I think Gretel deserves a kiss for staying with us an extra night!" Maye sang, winking at him. She leaned in close. Gretel trembled, feeling her breath on his neck, his mark still so, so sensitive from the magic cast earlier... "Don't you, sugar?"

Gretel's lips quivered. He felt two sources of hot breath breezing his cock and heard Juuni and Jane giggling, realized with dread what was about to happen as he watched the breast coming closer, watched Maye leaning in close...

"Y-Yes, Maye," he whimpered, trembling in needy, desperate, submissive ecstasy.

"And what happens when a pretty girl kisses a silly, subby boy?" Maye cooed in his ear.

Gretel blushed.

"Good boy!" Maye cooed. Down below, he felt Juuni and Jane give him two dainty little kittenish laps at the tip of his little cock. Like he was a bowl of cream for the cats. Gretel whined. "And... what happens when a silly, subby boy... gets blushy?"

Gretel was drooling, he realized numbly, staring at Abril's massive breasts, trembling under the endless, unbearably exquisite sensations. He felt so soft. So weak. So helpless. So... squishy...

"cheeks get blushy," he mewled, "brain... gets... mushy..."

"Good boy." Maye's voice oozed sexuality, seduction, smug triumph. She had him now. They had him now. Maybe he'd never leave. Maybe he'd never want to. Gretel whimpered at the thought.

"And," she asked sweetly, "would you like that, pet?"

Soft headpets. Two more licks. The nipple was so close. Gretel drooled and moaned and nodded docilely, obediently, mushily.

"Ask nicely."

Gretel panted. "P-Please, Maye—"

And Maye kissed his mark hungrily, passionately, possessively, lips and tongue working in delicate harmony to draw out Gretel's cries of bliss.

Moments later, he was pressed to Abril's breast, suckling hungrily, needily, drinking down the milk that would make him a good boy, melting into Abril's and Claire's coos of praise at how easily he'd given in and how brainless and dreamy and sweet and obedient they were going to make him.

And then Juuni and Jane were licking his cock eagerly, lavishing it with love, kissing and sucking and lapping and moaning as if he were the most delicious candy they'd ever found, and Gretel was squealing, mewling, moaning, screaming, crying out in utter bliss as he finally came

and came

and came

and came like the obedient boytoy he was, like a cum-dumb obedient boy, bucking helplessly in the arms of the witches who had so easily drawn him back into their wonderful, adoring clutches. He loved being their boytoy, loved being toyed with, loved being played with, used, pampered, ordered around, indulged, rewarded, loved having his brains fucked into molten gooey mushy lovey-dovey mess while he came his brains out like a good boy—

a good boy

a... a...

"Sleepy boy," Maye cooed, continuing to kiss and lick and stroke his mark as Gretel, still recovering from the afterglow, started to cum again.

"Sleepy boy," Claire sang, wrapping the blanket tighter around him, oozing energy from him until all he could do was squirm and buck weakly and moan in their embrace.

"Sleepy boy!" Abril cooed, she and Claire stroking his hair as he mewled and mewed and suckled and filled himself with Abril's addictive ambrosia.

"Sleeeeepy boy," Juuni and Jane cooed in unison between their licks and kisses as they drew out a second orgasm, and he knew they wouldn't stop, they'd just keep making him cum and cum, and this was his punishment, they'd make him cum and cum until he was just brainlessly babbling, until he was begging for mercy, begging for rest, and he was too drunk on pleasure and dumb withh lust and stupid with need to do anything but drool at the thought.

Sleepy boy.

Sleepy boy.

Sleepy boy.

Such a good, brainless, sleepy boy.

Gretel's thoughts oozed into syrup as he began to cum a third time, and all thoughts but pleasure left him for a while.