Surviving in a world of witches.

Ragnar stared at the withered down black trees and the never ending red moon around him,the air of death and destruction looming all around him.

Ragnar knew he was back there, the place of his birth and the place where he had nearly died and now that he was here, it was only a matter of time before..

“Prince Ragnar, your mother has asked us to escort you back to the palace.” Two jaw dropping women said.

They were both clothed in the standard all black cape with a thin lingerie, their eyes were a beautiful glow of red and one look at them was enough to make any man fall.

The first one had clear black skin, without a single blemish, her skin glowed under the moonlight, she had a huge behind which was barely held back by the lingerie and the same for the two voluptuous melons in front.

[AN: STOP, I'm not a pervert or anything 😅😅, and this is not a harem story, I would eventually explain why the witches are like this, I have decided to start giving more accurate descriptions so I can pa