An old manuscript

The story I am about to tell you might seem fabricated, a mere work of fiction to exercise imagination. But believe me when I say that those events are real, because I lived them on my own skin. And if you're reading this, you will too.

In the spring of 1721, I was tasked with exploring the unknown reaches of the archipelago of the Philippines. With a crew of hired sailors and other scientists, we discovered a number of previously untouched islands. Among these was a solitary island, whose shores we reached around April of that same year. It was a relatively small island, roughly the same size of Capri, in my dear Italy, yet far away from other land.

Along its coastline we did not see any docks for ships, nor other signs of human settlements. On the mainland it was mostly covered in lush tropical forest and wildlife was surprisingly abundant for such a small island. We witnessed some species of birds and small mammals that were not recorded anywhere else, and probably still aren't. There was no sign of big predators.

During the exploration of the forest, we came across a singular lodge hidden in the vegetation. Compared to the huts of other natives in the region, this shack showed great craftsmanship. Yet, the most surprising thing is that it had all the signs of being inhabited. Pots, pans, cauldrons and flasks of various materials were found. Fish were hanging outside to dry.

The day after finding the hut, the forces of nature seemed to revolt against us. Heavy storms lead us to abandon the ship, leaving us stranded on the island. During the nights some of the surviving members started disappearing, one by one. Some have been seen walking into the sea, as if called by a sweet chant. Some said they witnessed a big cat, silently stealing our comrades away in the night.

Two weeks after the discovery, I was the sole survivor. Using that shack as shelter, since nobody ever came to reclaim it. That's when I met her: the true owner of that island and the culprit of our misfortune. Amalia the witch: shapeshifter, alchemist, with power over the natural elements.

You might be thinking how convenient it is for me, the teller of this tale, to be the only one to survive. I don't blame you. At the time, I was surprised myself.

The reason why she kept me around is because she sensed a connection to me. A mystical force flowing in my blood that she knew she could use for her witchcraft. What did she need from me? I know this will sound unbelievable, yet the thing she needed was my semen. Newly ejaculated, warm semen.

She used it in a multitude of ways: storing it in flasks, using it for potions, rituals and curses, swallowing it warm from the source and even getting her exotic slit filled with it. Combined with her craft she was able to control the high seas, open portals to unspeakable realms and transform into the most terrifying and beautiful of creatures.

My time with her lasted for around two years, after which for reasons unspoken she sent me back to Europe with magic, to live out the rest of my life. I admit that a part of me would have stayed there forever.

In exchange for my survival, we had entered a pact. A pact that would be valid and any of our descendants to come, until the end of time. A cum-pact.

Whenever required by any of her witch descendants, my closest and youngest male relative alive would have to honor the pact. He would be called to travel to that secluded island in the Philippines and provide the strong semen that carries the potential of our lineage.

If you are reading this, by now you must have realized why this old handwritten document has suddenly appeared among your possessions. You must have realized why if you tear it apart, it comes back when you look away.

It is your time to honor the deed. Travel to those far lands and provide your strong semen to the witch.

Trust me: you will enjoy it.

Roberto Alighieri, 31 October 1729.

Nowadays

The note from my ancestor has appeared among my study notes last week for the first time. Initially I thought it was a prank from some of my friends, yet none of them seemed to know anything about it. We had a laugh and I just threw the thing away. When it resurfaced again after a couple days I was confused. Again I read the words, but decided to ignore it and burn it.

Imagine my surprise when a few days later I found again the same note on my desk, in my room. Even more surprised when the same day I received a message on social media by an Asian looking girl "It is our time to honour the cum-pact. Come find me soon on my island, magic will guide you. Also... bring along Italian wine. Red, please.".

I had had enough of this. Horny and outraged, I closed my laptop and did the only reasonable thing to do: go out to buy some good red wine.

TLDR;

In the past, an Italian explorer in the Philippines gets stranded on an island dominated by a witch. She realizes some magic power flows in him and proposes a cum-pact: his survival in exchange for his cum. Additionally, their descendants in the future will have to honour the same pact when required.

Nowadays, a guy in his late 20s, descendant of the explorer magically finds the old manuscript detailing the story of his ancestor. He is called to travel to that same island and honour the ancient pact.

Happy Halloween!

Hello, thank you for reading my prompt!

I am re-submitting this based on the Witchcraft event of last week, even though it's over. I had not realized my previous post got automatically removed... dumb me!

I am looking for somebody to play the role of the "nowadays" witch from the island. Ideally she should be SE Asian and young adult (20-30), but I am open to moving the secluded island to some other archipelago of the world or exploring the option of a slightly older witch. My character would be of similar age and Caucasian European.

I would like the atmosphere of the RP to be fun and somewhat goofy. Like we know we have to honor this ancient pact done by our ancestors but we're unclear about what really to do.

Storywise I'd be interested in playing around this theme and explore funny ways in which the witch would want to use the cum for her magic.

Alternatively, if you're interested we could consider playing the scenario from the past; i.e. the witch and the explorer that start the cumpact.

If you have some variations or interesting idea for the story, feel free to contact me and we can discuss them together!

Kinks for this prompt would include: cumplay, slight raceplay, creampies, swallowing, some supernatural elements

18 Only

Limits: bestiality, necrophilia, scat, gore, vore, bathroom play.