Reunited by the Slumberwitch [Subscriber Reward]
Clayton Firestick rescues his sister.
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**Reunited by the Slumberwitch
Subscriber Reward for Flarfenarfle (Jan 2024)
By Limewah
18+**
Sequel to In The Thrall of the Slumberwitch (read here : https://www.sofurry.com/view/1971916 )
Clayton was very good at finding and rescuing his stepsister whenever she went missing.
It came with the territory of being absolutely head over heels in lust with her.
Those years of being bullied and teased had been way more formative to the fiery-furred fox’s sexuality than he would have liked.
Clay knew every bit of her like the back of his paw. He could easily find even the slightest imprint of her clogs to trace her footsteps. He always found himself imagining how tired her soles would be from all that walking, and how soft and pungent they’d feel against his face…
Focus, Clayton.
He could also catch the vaguest hints of her magical aura. Clayton had a strong sensitivity to other mage’s capabilities to begin with, and it made his nose tingle.
Especially Utahime’s. That kitsune’s thick sea-salt paw musk, or the particular spine-massage that her charm spells gave him, made his cock stand to-
Fucking FOCUS, CLAYTON.
Her footfalls seemed sluggish, less poised than normal. They were dragging slightly, the way she’d teasingly drag her feet across his-
Clay slapped his face to knock the horny thoughts out of his head.
He’d do that a few more times until he reached her apparent destination. She had wandered into what he assumed was a run-down monastery, with a rather large looking graveyard off to the left of the main complex. The snake-entwined staves on the old wrought gate seemed to suggest this was a hospital maybe?
Though, he could feel the sharp chill of old death emanating from the place, with his limited understanding of necromancy. Not fresh death, thankfully; which meant Utahime was probably still alive.
There were guards standing at the ready. Clayton wasn’t a particularly stealthy fox, but they seemed to be completely oblivious. Like they were asleep standing up.
He continued to follow what few footfalls he could still find, until he found a small cottage, one that seemed to still be in decent shape. Probably the home of whoever was in charge before this place was abandoned… and it was where Utahime would be.
He crept towards the door. There was the tell tale flicker of magical light emanating from inside, and with it, a little snorting giggle, and the sounds of smacking lips.
He cracked open the door, but ended up swinging it wide open as soon as he caught a glimpse of Utahime - on her knees, her face pressed into two cloven hooves. Her eyes were closed, and she snored as the hooves pushed against her, then relaxed, then pushed in again.
“Ah-!”
The sheep girl flinched back from her relaxed position, her rocking chair nearly toppling over entirely. Her eyes weren’t visible but he could practically see them bulging out of her face. She wore a witch’s hat with a wide brim, speckled with stars and a sparkling moon. Her nude body was pudgy, and paunchy… She was kinda cute.
But that didn’t matter. She’d ensorcelled his sister, and she was going to pay for that.
Clayton whipped out his wand, clenching it so tightly it creaked.
“What have you done to her, witch?!” he said, unwilling to admit that the primary emotion he had right now was intense jealousy.
“W-wait! Hold on!” The sheep stammered and waved her hands quickly. “Hold on! How did you get past my guards?!”
“They seemed to be sleeping on the job.”
“Oh… oh damn. Not again…” the sheep sighed, her hooves disappearing into the cotton-ball of wool to presumably rub at her temples. “I’m still working on that. Inducing sleepwalking is so easy, but from there…”
She shrugged. Clay’s wand crackled.
“Release her,” he said. “Unless you want to see how flammable your fur is.”
“You l-look exhausted,” the sheep said, her hooves clop-clopping on the floor as she brought the chair to a stop. “You’re probably p-pretty cranky because you’ve been chasing after your fox friend all day, right?”
Clay was not going to even dignify that with a response, but… he was a bit tired. Plus his worry (or obsession) had been keeping him from getting proper sleep.
“You’ve been spending restless nights thinking about her,” she continued, her voice getting lower, softer, more even. “You need some proper sleep.”
Proper Sleep… the exact wording he had in his head. Maybe she was right….
“You’re clenching your wand really t-tightly, too, maybe you could relax it a little?”
Clayton’s hand began to slacken.
“A little more than that.”
Clayton’s head pitched forward. He felt like he’d passed out for a fraction of a second, and his eyelids felt like they were made of lead. Just who.. was…?
“My voice is nice, isn’t it? It’s like warm wool for your ears. … Or m-maybe a wool blanket, yes, that works better… I’m told it’s very easy to listen to, and that’s before I put a little charm in my throat to make it even nicer. It’s really making you feel sleepy. I think you look like you need to yawn.”
Clayton nodded along. The loud yawn that pushed from his throat drowned out the clatter of his wand against the floor - he didn’t even notice he’d dropped it.
“W…whuh…?” Clayton’s eyes were two white slits, his eyelids almost touching like the shy hands of two young lovers. “Wait….”
His head dipped forward, and he saw the little wooden shaft on the floor. One last surge of adrenaline yanked him back from the brink, into that sort of manic energy that comes from pushing past exhaustion and looping back around. He dipped down low and grabbed the wand, raising it again with sunken, baggy eyes.
“Ohhh you’re in for it now-!” Clayon said. The sheep-witch balked and bleated with surprise.
“Oh, you’re scared, huh?” The fox stabbed his wand at the air. “Not so tough when you’re face to face with a real spellcaster, huh!”
“S-Slumberthrall, do someone - I mean something!”
Utahime had been kneeling in a sleepy stupor, having not moved an inch since Clayton’s arrival. Now, though, her head sluggishly turned toward Clayton’s, and her eyes opened, blank and glassy.
“Hi, Clay…” she mumbled, shuffling on her hands and knees towards him. There was something seductive about it, or it could have just been Clayton’s addled mind.
“Oh… you’re so big….” Utahime snored. “So big…”
“Wh-what?”
Clayton was rock hard.
“Oh…” the sheep smirked and giggled pervertedly. “Oh, I see, that’s the vibe you two have… that’s right, you’ve been in her dreams a few times. I didn’t wanna snoop too much, but… I guess we’re here now, aren’t we? If you wanna do it with her, I won’t stop you two…”
“Fhh…” Clayton remained stock still, even as the sleep-crawling kitsune got right up close to him. Her paws rested on his boots, and she leaned down to kiss and lap agaiinst the bitter leather.
“Your toes are so nice, brother…” she mumbled.
“S-sis, pl..please…”
“Waitwaitwait.” The witch was sitting in her chair again, but had sat up with a start, keeping the chair still. “Sis? Brother? Oh… oh you two are filthy…”
Her chuckle was incredibly perverted, a snorting little bleating growl. She was horny too, and that brought a whole new side out of her, a dominant one…. “This just gets better and better… well, hey. Don’t stop! Just enjoy yourself! You get to have all your dreams come true, thanks to the Slumberwitch~”
Utahime’s nuzzling snout traveled up Clay’s ankle. The witch-fox lost grip of his wand, and it rolled out of his hands once again. Steam was practically coming out of his ears.
“Uh, I-I-I…”
His thighs unconsciously pushed in together, almost pinching the white fox’s snout. But she was undeterred. Her nostrils flared as she took in a deep whiff.
“Brotherr…” she moaned. “Your musk smells so good…”
Seeing her like this was…
There was no hint of her confidence, or her bullying swagger. She was submissive, needful, and had eyes for no one but him.
It was so fucking hot…
Clayton pinched himself. Had he slipped under the Slumberwitch’s spell? Was this a dream-?
As soon as his cock was fished out, and Utahime wiped her nose against the tip and inhaled, Clayton gasped, his breath hitching in his throat.
You couldn’t hold your breath in dreams, right…?
This was real.
Oh, fuck, this was real….
Clay weakly rested a paw on Utahime’s head. His sister opened wide and enveloped his cock in her mouth. She deepthroated him, her nose pressed right into his crotch-fur. He could smell himself from there; he hadn’t quite been as thorough as he could have been in his morning shower. Not that she seemed to mind.
Utahime moaned like an erotic performer, her paws grasping Clay’s hips as she pushed in deeper. Clay croaked and shivered, unable to mask his intense arousal.
“This is a once in a lifetime experience for you, huh?” The Slumberwitch giggled. “It’s a shame you’re so sleepy, right? Even though your sister’s giving you the blowjob of a lifetime, you’re just so very tired.”
Clayton half-yawned, half-moaned. Something about her words, her spell, felt like he was tucked in under a weighted blanket. Hugged and comforted. And the warm mouth around his cock only added to that comfortable feeling. Like he had a bellyful of warm milk, with all the sleepy comfort that implied.
“Sleep,” the Slumberwitch bleated softly. “Rest. Relax. Just sleep for me… when you fall asleep, you’ll fall under my control… and I’ll make sure you have the most wonderful dreams, I promise.”
Clayton didn’t… want to miss out on the moment where he came, though… he wanted to feel himself empty into Utahime, to get a one-up on his sister, to…
“Sleep,” the slumberwitch said.
Sleep.
Sleep sounded so nice. His eyes were so heavy. He was unable to stop himself from drooling. His head was lolling.
“Sleep…”
Sleep.
Sleep was the one thing he wanted the most.
“Sleep.”
Clayton’s head lurched forward. The bottom of his snout tapped against his chest. That sudden touch tipped him over the edge, and sleep overtook him.
He snored standing up, Utahime sucking him off on autopilot. The Slumberwitch scooched her chair closer, just so she could get a better look at her newest catch, and the way he mumbled as he subconsciously bucked and writhed his hips against the kitsune’s face.
“There we are. Much better, right Slumberthrall~?”
“SZnnz.” Clay snored in agreement.
“I wonder what sort of dreams we can make come true for you. Hmm… what if f you had a dream of not being able to cum…?” She said.
Clayton quivered. And nodded.
“That you couldn’t cum no matter how much your sister sucks, or how much you desperately wanted to…”
Clayton’s closed eyes were fluttering. He was committing it to memory, each new word painted into his mindscape as he quivered.
The Slumberwitch let her hooved-hand slide down between her thighs, and parted the wool around her netherlips.
“Not until I say so, anyway. I want all the time possible to get this sight committed to memory~”
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