Author's Note

Apologies this took forever to update, between my vacation repeatedly being pushed back, focus on other projects, getting sick, and my original idea for this chapter being scrapped this took much longer than anticipated!

tl;dr, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3: Somnambula (Mummy)

Resuming her trip, Beatrix Belladonna left her companion in the vines of her latest encounter. The glow of her Prima Materia led her further still into the Everfree Forest, where she strolled alongside a riverbank, feeling more eyes from all directions undressing the traveling witch. Not that she minded, if the last two run-ins were any indication of what lied in store!

Eventually she spotted the familiar sight of Trixie's wagon tucked into the distance. “Now what is my mom doing here?” She questioned if it were an illusion, aware of the kinds of tricks her enemies could pull after so many adventures.

Not that it didn't stop her from being careless on occasion, especially whenever her libido got involved. Cautiously, she approached.

The lights were on, at least. She approached the door, balled up a fist, and knocked. “Hello? It's me, Beatrix!”

A rustle sounded inside and the door creaked open. “Welcome home, my little hellspawn!” Trixie's mane was a ragged mess, her star-decorated nightgown bearing cleavage that threatened to spill out, ample breasts lined in perspiration.

Giggles escaped Beatrix who smirked back. “You're with Starlight Glimmer, aren't you?”

“Guilty as charged,” came Starlight's voice, in a similar state of undress. No doubt they had been losing themselves in another night of 'epic lovemaking' before she had unintentionally interrupted. “Well, you're here so why not come inside?”

Nodding, she followed them into the cozy wagon, which her mother had expanded. They settled around a table, Trixie humming while she brewed a pot of tea. Steam rose and sweet aromas filled her nostrils. “Sorry, didn't mean to crash at a bad time.”

“Nonsense! You're always welcome here.” Trixie hummed and wagged her wide bottom while she worked. They couldn't help but stare, the thin silk leaving little to the imagination. “So, do you intend to stay the night? It is rather late.”

“Probably not.” Her Prima Materia had stopped humming and glowing the moment she arrived, but why? What possible reason could it have called her here? “Just wanted to check up on you, make certain everything's okay.”

“All hunky-dory! You worry too much, little hellspawn! The Great and Powerful Trixie is more than capable of looking after herself!” She struck a pose that jutted out a hip, pitcher in hand. “Oh, and Starlight helps out, too.”

“More like cleans up after you,” muttered Starlight who nonetheless smiled between shakes of her head. Ever since Beatrix could remember, these two were inseparable, yet neither seemed to ever officially wish to settle down.

Within moments cups were poured for each of them and their hostess took her own seat at the head of the table. She asked them about their day, and made the usual smalltalk, Beatrix unwilling to admit she could use the rest as she didn't want to interfere with their fun. Just a quick meet up until her drink was finished, then she'd be on her merry way!

As the hour passed, Beatrix blinked her blurry eyes, stumbling to her feet to a clatter of dishes. “Whoa, looks like this night took more out of me than I thought! Maybe I'll take you up on that offer, after all.”

Trixie clapped her hands together. “Splendid!”

Starlight said, “So I take it one of us will be sleeping on the floor? All we have are a couple of hammocks.”

Trixie shook her head. “I've been saving this for a special occasion!” With a flourish and touch of magic that lit her horn, the middle of her wagon shifted, turning over and revealing a spacious bed hidden below. “Ta-da!”

“You've had this here the entire time and didn't let us use it?!” Starlight grumbled between clenched teeth.

“Like I said, reserved for special occasions! Now come.” The hostess plopped down on the sheets with a bounce. Beatrix sidled in next to her mother who fluffed the pillows, and after a roll of her eyes and a sigh Starlight slipped in, too.

The lights clicked off, the switch flipped by Trixie's aura. She drifted to sleep almost immediately, snoring with her mouth wide open, arms and legs sprawled out.

Starlight groaned some more, thankful the bed was more than roomy enough for the three of them. She soon settled in on her side, a pillow clasped close to her. Outside, the muted hoot of owls sounded.

Beatrix realized that despite how tired she was, she struggled to actually sleep. A wave of her hand, and her costume was traded for a bra and pair of lacy panties, a dark purple silk that clung to her ample curves.

Normally she wouldn't have bothered to wear anything to bed, but she reminded herself she was a guest here, and while her mom might not care she didn't know about Starlight. She stirred, and the bedsheets rustled, hopeful that whatever reason she was called here could wait.

Another hour passed. Her eyes were shut tight as slumber started to claim her weary bones.

*****

A sarcophagus that washed down a stream collided into rocks and thumped. The lid popped open, an ancient stench filling the air. A creak sounded as the mummified figure rose, a feminine shape swathed head-to-toe in wrapped bandages. She began to walk, heavy, clumsy thuds, the layers slowly peeling away with each step taken towards the wagon in the distance.

The Princess strained to recall her name. Somnambula. The sleepwalker.

First her dusky face and turquoise hair clipped above her slender shoulders was bared. The strands peeled away from her neck, unveiled lithe and perky breasts topped by pierced dark nipples, unwound from her toned belly. Finally the tatters toppled off her hips and pert buttocks, the tight cleft of her womanhood presented, topped by neatly trim pubic hair.

Striding up to the door that barred her entry, her flesh momentarily turned translucent, allowing her to pass through solid matter unimpeded. Inside the dimness, she spotted three women tucked inside the sheets, ready to be claimed.

She didn't want to harm them. Just drain a little bit of life force from each to sustain her flesh. And in return for their sacrifice, she promised to give the trio the most euphoric delights of their entire, mortal lives!

Focusing, invisible tendrils of energy reached out, first removing the sheet to leave the trio exposed. Fortunately, she need not concern herself with them waking up, her presence alone enough to keep them lulled in a deep trance.

All three of them were beauties without compare. She noted one of Trixie's supple tits had already fallen out of her gown while she tossed and turned in her sleep, the wide nipple that topped it erect in the cool air. The mummy wrapped her lips around it, suckling and nibbling, distending it as she pulled which left the spellbound witch moaning and writhing.

Wisps of energy she stirred up rose from Trixie's mouth and flowed into her own. Somnambula swallowed it and licked her lips, feeling warmth return to her fading flesh, but only for a moment. She would need far more to complete herself!

Greedily she yanked Trixie's top open, watching her tits bounce free. She slid the gown lower, revealed her stomach, then the tight cleft of her pussy, until she peeled her clothes away completely and tossed the offensive garments aside.

Impatient, she also tore the garments from Starlight, who was similarly stacked, followed by Beatrix until she completely denuded the trio, their curves gleaming under the streams of moonlight that peeked in from the windows.

It would take too long to handle them all by her lonesome, so instead she chanted and worked her magic, an ankh appearing on her belly. Inside her slippery womb something stirred, a nest of snakes that crawled along her slimy walls, summoned into her. She gasped and moaned as they writhed and twisted, the first one starting to wiggle its serpentine head out of her cunt.

Juices dripped off the snake that peeked out her slit, and she cast back her head and whined, the first of many orgasms striking her as it slid over her g-spot during her orgasmic birth. It slid halfway out of her, started to intertwine up Trixie's ankle.

The first snake popped out in a spatter of pussy juice that made her squeal. It climbed its way up Trixie's thighs, coiling, and the slumbering witch whined as its head pushed against her twat, pushing its way in and spreading her open as it moved deeper.

Somnambula continued to pump out the nest of her womb, and the snakes hissed as they curled around her prey, circled around their tits and squished them, burrowed into all the pussies, assholes, and mouths left open to them.

The mummy emptied the last snake and crawled atop the bed. She spread her thighs and pressed her twat to Trixie's, scissoring her, their filled slits not connected by a single thick snake that thrust in wet squishes in-and-out between them.

As she worked them over, more energy flowed out of their sweaty forms, that thrashed and moaned and were nibbled on by the serpents that latched onto their tits, bit and licked at their nipples between hisses.

By now the sheets were thoroughly soaked in their messy orgasms, the threesome squirting like her on occasion, jutting up their breasts as they arced their backs.

She practically bathed in their release, eyes closed and head cast back, more rejuvenated by the moment as more wisps flowed around the snakes that filled their mouths. Their cheeks burned, as did hers, massaging circles around her dusky tits as they filled with warmth. She could feel Trixie shaking below her, still attached twat-to-twat, swathed in a sticky trail.

Basking in the warmth they radiated, she stretched and yawned. At her command the serpents dissipated, constructs born of her ancient magic. She studied the rise and fall of their breasts, the way they were splayed about, their hair a ragged mess.

She took it they were satisfied. She certainly was. Planting a kiss on each of their lips, she withdrew a final blot of life force, but dared not siphon anymore, worried they would dry up and turn to dust before her eyes.

They would probably wake up with lots of questions, but that wasn't her problem as she made her exit out the door, hopeful she could remain solid for at least a week.

*****

Raising an eyebrow Trixie asked, “Did you wet the bed my little hellspawn? It's okay, it happens to everyone!”

“I'm not a child anymore,” Beatrix complained back and blushed. “Looks like we all had a really wet dream.”

“Well, these bedsheets are ruined!” Starlight shook her head, the mattress thoroughly soaked and a musky smell still lingering.

They all silently agreed it was better not to ask questions, unwilling to speak of the erotic dreams they'd had.

And all the while, over a bath and breakfast, Beatrix wondered if her Nightmare Night was truly over...?

As if in answer her Prima Materia hummed and glowed in resonance...