Witch Chronicles 001 A TG Witches Tale
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My name is Thomas O'Malley, and YES, I've heard EVERY variation of EVERY 'Aristocats' joke you can THINK of, so save it!
I grew up in Boston, one among many Irish Catholic families in that town until I was 21 years old.
It's two months before my 22nd birthday there's an insistent knock on my door.
"Who is it?" I call.
"Hello? My name is Margaret McIlvaine speaking on behalf of the Law Firm of O'Sullivan, Kelly, Walsh, Flanagan and Mullan of Wexford County, Ireland? I'm here to talk to you about the death of your Great-Granduncle Twice Removed?" A woman's voice with a Wexford accent so thick you could cut it with a knife says.
"..." I go over to the door but don't open it.
"What kind of scam is this?" I ask, wishing like hell the peephole in my door hadn't been painted over years ago.
"Oh, it's no scam Mr. O'Malley! I know its a strange request but your Great-Granduncle twice removed lived to the astounding age of one-hundred-and-four, and all of his sons died in world war two while his daughters and granddaughters had no sons of their own! You're the only person who's actually responded, and if that stays the case you will inherit everything!"
I don't know what to say, so I don't say anything.
"Hello?! Mr. O'Mally, PLEASE DONT CALL THE GARDA: THIS IS SERIOUS!!!" The attorney's voice cries desperately.
"I'm still here, but why would that panic you so much?" I ask.
"If we can't find at least one heir to inherit the estate within a year and a day of Mr. Ward's death it will destroy not only our firm but the entirety of Ireland!"
"That's a bit hard to believe," I say, but somehow the desperation in her voice makes it clear to me that for whatever reason SHE believes it...
"That's exactly what I said, but then Mr. Kelly showed me the statistics and I didn't doubt him anymore," Miss McIlvaine says. "Our firm was the exclusive representation of Mr. Ward, both personally and professionally. Mr. Ward was the majority shareholder of twenty-three of Irelands largest corporations, especially it's largest ISP, and we have access to his personal data-mining algorithms. The SECOND he died, the murder rate in Ireland began a statistically anomalous steady climb, which if our projections are correct will result in a murder rate of over 60 people a DAY by the end of the year! That's TWICE the YEARLY average EVERY DAY!"
Now I'm intrigued, at least enough to open the door.
"This is either the WEIRDEST scam I've ever heard, or something seriously screwy is going on." I declared. "Show me this so-called 'proof'," I demand.
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Six yeti are lounging around then the two human women appear. They glance up with wide smiles appearing on their faces. They all know Gudnwet and have heard of Penelope. “Did Phurre inform you that we were coming?” Gudnwet asks them. “Yes,” one of the yeti answers quickly. “We have been expecting you for some time now.” “Well, we shall be in that room over there,” the witch says, pointing across the way. “Somebody should spread the word.” As the yeti discuss this amongst themselves,...
“Do you think we’ve gotten far enough away?” the witch asks, coming to a stop to bend over with her hands on her knees, huffing and puffing. Hazel is just a few yards ahead of her, breathing just as heavily. “I doubt anyone is still following us.” “I’m more worried about that cyclops.” “And to think he was such a nice guy,” the cat remarks with a shrug. “How exactly did you manage to get us a rom anyway?” “Let’s just say that I used my persuasive charm.” “You don’t have any charm,” the...
Penelope stares up at the orc, wide-eyed and a little stunned. She has only ever seen orcs from a distance as they don’t usually visit parts of the world that she is from. Most are sailors and thus only generally seen at the docks of port cities. But to see one up close—a female at that, well... “It appears that my arrival may have been a little too late,” the orc says in a gruff yet feminine voice. The witch quickly shakes her head. “Actually I was enjoying myself.” The orc’s eyes go...
Her face feels wet, like something lapping against it. As Penelope begins to come around, she hears the sound of waves hitting the shore. That’s it! She doesn’t know what happened after Vebri and Lysis and the sea god Crocdius, but she knows she must still be in the temple, or where the place is. Slowly, she opens her eyes, squinting when the sunlight hits them. “Hazel?” she mumbles. What in the nine hells happened to us? Relief comes over the witch. At the very least, whatever spell was...
Look through there are find a solution. “Do you think my mother had a second book?” Well, considering that I’ve never seen a second and this one isn’t even filled up yet? “Good point.” Yeah, I know. “Sheesh,” the witch says, shaking her head. “I think I liked you better these last few days.” I think I did too since I wasn’t trapped inside you again. “Hey, there’s a bright side...” I’m waiting... “You’re in my body.” Same thing as the last time. “I mean, we don’t look like a...
“Hey, wake up!” a voice says in a high whisper. A nudge follows and then, “Are you awake? Come on, wake up.” Yeah, she’s a heavy sleeper. “Hey, you’ve got to get up,” the voice says again, and another nudge follows. This time the witch begins to stir. She grumbles out something unintelligent before finally cracking open her eyes. “Is the party over?” “It’s been over for a little while,” the voice says. Hey, I’m in the same boat as you. Penelope catches a glimpse through blurry eyes at...
“Thank you for trying to save me,” Ned says a little while later after finding his clothes and Penelope has repaired hers. “But I was about ready to make my escape when you showed up.” “I saw that,” the witch murmurs. “Regardless, I am glad you showed up as it aided in my escape in regards that I was able to do it faster,” the vampire hunter continues. “My distraction allowed for their destruction.” “Glad to help, but I need your help.” “My help?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “What help I...
Penelope stands and pads over quickly to drop to her knees in front of the yeti queen. She descends on the yeti queen’s slick slit, licking and kissing breathlessly and tasting the juices that stream sluggishly from it. A firm hand twines into her hair, simply holding the blonde tresses and letting the witch set the pace. Her tongue slathers up and down, provoking pleased growls form Phurre. “So you don’t have a particular, do you?” the yeti queen asks vaguely. “I wasn’t sure if it was just...
I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
Instead of penetrating the witch, Gudnwet starts to rub her clit. Penelope bucks against the hand as it is coaxed and caresses. The young witch then moans when the other picks up the pace. “I’m sorry that I cannot go with you, but I have to find that dirt bag brother of mine,” the demon hunter purrs into the witch’s ear. “But I thought you hunted demons,” Penelope says, feeling slightly lightheaded as the girl teases her ear and neck while playing with her clit relentlessly. Gudnwet dips...
Penelope stretches with a yawn. She slept more comfortably than she imagined she would on rocks. She doesn’t immediately open her eyes as the sleep still lingers, clutching at the far reaches of her mind in an attempt to keep here there in darkness rather than allow her to awaken to light. But something is different. It’s not wrong, yet not exactly right either. Faintly she can hear the waves crashing... Shouldn’t those waves be lapping, not crashing? Finally the witch opens her eyes. She...
The night grew darker as a cloud drifted across the full moon. Amanda walked through the front door and strolled into the kitchen. She saw her brother, Nick, reading a newspaper, while their mother cleaned the kitchen sink. Nick noticed a dour expression on his little sister's face as she looked down at him. Although Amanda was three years younger than him, she was a few inches taller. It was something that had often embarrassed Nick. Their mother was 5'9," and their father was...
“He was right,” Penelope says as she steps out of the forest into a clearing. Directly before her is the town they had been looking for, for two days. I still have a bad feeling about the guy. “Well never came back, so that’s a plus for you,” the witch remarks. It’s true he never showed back up later last night and he wasn’t there this morning. Fortunate for me and unfortunate for you... score one for the cat. “I’m not sure I like it when you gloat.” Everything was going good until you...
The witch, on unsteady legs, walks into the inner chamber of the temple. Where the floor and walls were stone, the portal gives way to a sandy beach and open air. It is like being on the beach once more, but there is no little shack with a single bed here. In fact, even the doorway she stepped through is gone. On one side is a beach stretching for eternity on the other a wall of tree so dense that the witch doesn’t even think a fly could get through. The only parting in the dense collection...
‘Hey, guys, you missed a house,’ said a kid dressed as Superman. ‘We don’t go to that house,’ said a kid dressed as Spiderman. ‘We never go to that house.’ ‘You don’t? Why not? It’s a nice house, the biggest one on the street. Look at the fancy cars parked in the driveway. Whoever lives there must have money, a lot of money. They probably give out the best candy.’ ‘Didn’t you read the sign?’ ‘Sign? No, I didn’t see any sign. What sign?’ Go back and read the sign but read it from the...
Have you noticed something about this place? “Yeah, it’s hot and full of trees,” the witch answers. No, I mean we’ve been walking around forever and the sun hasn’t moved. Penelope looks up, and the cat is right, the sun hasn’t moved. “Maybe it hasn’t been hours and it just feels like that. I was thinking about just how big this island is, because with all the walking we should be on the other side by now.” You know, the Northern Continent hasn’t been fully explored. Maybe this is...
“This is where I leave you, miss,” Remfrey says with a bow from the bottom of the large stone steps. “I must give you a warning. The door to inner chamber will only open once the doorman’s name has been called.” “That doesn’t sound like a warning,” the witch says, frowning at the knight. “That sounds like advice.” “The warning is for you to expect the unexpected,” he says, his eyes dropping to the ground. “I cannot say more than that as I am bound by the laws of this island. I can say that...
Penelope managed to hold down the tavern without, to Hazel’s delight, having any of the patrons’ cocks in her—any hole. When Merily returned, she notified the witch that a ship has been secured and that the terms for travel could be completed upon her arrival. Penelope already knew what it meant, and of course, Hazel had a problem with it. Though she didn’t raise much of a fuss, knowing that without money in their pockets, they didn’t have much in the way of bargaining. At the very least,...
Penelope woke up with Gudnwet gone. The demon hunter obviously slipped out sometime in the night to avoid any uncomfortableness with their parting. There is a bit of sadness that she feels, especially that she is alone. She bathed one last time, then dressed and headed out to buy a little bit of food with the little bit on money Gudnwet left her for that purpose. With a few supplies and a direction, the witch left the town and headed for the gate. With the simplicity of the road going...
Staring at the floor, Penelope suddenly realizes that she is not on the steps of the tower, but rather on the floor inside it. How she got here, she has no idea, but it saves her the trouble of having to find her find in. She looks up to see the familiar face of Arseus. At his feet sits Hazel and a women that she can only assume is her mother. She doesn’t say a word, inside fixating her eyes on the demon. “I am glad that you have come,” the demon says; his voice gravelly. “And I have seen...
Phurre and Gudnwet step forward. “It’s our turn now,” the yeti queen says. The witch watches, biting her lip. She doesn’t have any idea of how long she was out of it, but the cum on her isn’t completely dry when she sticks her hand down between her thighs. The bed shifts as they climb on, pinning Penelope between their bodies. Two sets of hands paw at her body. Gudnwet takes to her nipples, pinching them. Phurre sends a few fingers into Penelope’s drenched snatch, and those fingers end up...
What the hell was I thinking, suggesting that? “Clearly you weren’t thinking,” Penelope says. “A good fucking like that will do it.” Yes. I will agree with you on this one. “So you enjoyed it as much as I did?” I hate to admit it, but yes. “If you’re still in need, we can always stop to play,” the witch suggests, pulling out the stone cock from the gargoyle.” I’ll pass. What do you plan to do with that, use it as a dildo? “Maybe or maybe not,” she answers. “I may just put it on a shelf...
I can’t believe we spent the entire afternoon lost. “I know,” Penelope agrees. “We could have spent that time doing something else.” There will be plenty of time for that later. Right now we have to focus on finding your mother so she can undo this mess you’ve put us in again. “So I messed up one word, it’s not like it’s the end of the world.” Maybe not the end of the world, but that one word put us on another ridiculous journey that could have been easily avoided. “Do you think he would...
What the hell happen? “I think we drowned,” the witch says before coughing up some water. I don’t feel dead. “I do.” I’ve heard people do when they nearly do die. “So we’re not dead?” I don’t think so. Where is the rest of the crew? “Beat me,” she murmurs, looking around toward the sea. There is not a single piece of proof that there ever was a ship out there. On top of that, the storm is gone as if it never existed either. I hope they didn’t forget about us. “I doubt Rowley would...
Once again, when Penelope goes to open her eyes, she is wrapped in the comfort of a nice, warm bed. Her first thoughts go to the small shack on the beach, but as she looks around it become apparent that this is far from that place. This island is just full of surprises. The witch sits up and looks around, taking more of the room in than the first time. It is decorated with weapons and shields hanging on the wall. There are sconces lit by fires and a warm, cozy fireplace. Other than that,...
Randomir paces a hand behind the witch’s neck and threads his hand in her hair. Penelope is yanked to her feet where her mouth is brought around to match his. The vampire is surprisingly gentle and his lips nibble at hers. The world around her vanishes and all she feels is his lips against hers. She feels like it is a promise of things to come. What the hell is going on? Penelope feels him against her ear, nuzzling her neck, saying, “I know who you are. I expected to have to search for you....
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