The Witching Hour CH-2

The Witching Hour

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The Witching Hour CH-1  [XGC] #1480180 A man looking for a new life gets more than he expected moving into a magical community by angeljack

Otherwise; please, enjoy...

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CH-2

Jack opened his eyes as the bright morning sunlight came in his window. For a moment, as he stared up at the ceiling, he wasn't sure where he was. Oh, right, he thought, his new apartment. Man he hated moving all the damn time. He promised himself that someday soon he was going to settle down in one place and never move again. He was so sick of waking up to unfamiliar ceilings.

The air mattress beneath him squeaked a little when he stretched his sore muscles. Sleeping on the thing always gave him a backache. Man, he must have been wrecked last night, because he couldn't even remember setting it up. The first thing I'm going to do today is make sure that new bed is delivered on time, Jack thought, cant take too much of this anymore.

Well, he corrected himself as he rolled off the mattress and headed to the bathroom, not the first thing. He left the door open while he finished his morning business. Ah, the joys of being single.

Flushing, he moved to the sink, washed his hands and then took a handful of cold water and scrubbed his face with it to get the sleep out of his eyes. When he finished wiping the water off of his face he glanced up at the mirror and froze.

Across his bare chest, five smooth pink scars he had never seen before ran evenly spaced all the way from his stomach to his left shoulder. What the fuck!

Scars he was used to. Jack had a few well placed ones on various parts of his body. Mementos of times when he had let his judgment lapsed a little or hadn’t been quite fast enough. One particularly good one even, on his hip where they had dug out a nice sized chunk of shrapnel. He bore them with pride, but most of the time he at the very least remembered what had caused them.

Suddenly the pieces of his memory started to fill in and he remembered something to do with the neighbors. It was still kind of fuzzy but he remembered the fight with the neighbor girl’s boyfriend. The guy had pulled a knife. Well, he thought not a knife. Judging by the scars on his chest, it almost looked like the guy and scratched him.

That wasn't the weirdest part though. The weirdest part was that they didn’t look like they had happened barely a day ago. No, instead of the raw, jagged red marks that he would expect, he saw only the smooth pink of new skin. That sort of healing would take weeks, if not more than a month, judging by their size.

More worried than he had been before, Jack wondered how the hell he had gotten back into his apartment. He didn’t remember anything after the big guy had hit him. He must have been knocked cold. Someone had moved his unconscious body into his apartment and set up his bed for him. Not only that, but he was in nothing but his boxers, so someone had to have undressed him. But who would have done that? He was really starting to freak out now.

Surely not Mongo, hell he was surprised that the guy hadn’t stomped his head in when he was down at the end. Maybe it had been the girlfriend? Jack guessed that it was possible. He chuckled to himself at the thought. Great Jack, the only time you can get a girl into your apartment and undressing you is when her boyfriend has just beaten the shit out of you.

If it had been the girlfriend, Jack wondered what could have happened to Mongo. Who cares, he thought viciously. The guy had been so cracked out he probably didn’t know what the hell he was doing and ran off.

Jack shook his head violently and splashed more water over his face. This was way too weird and his brain could not deal with the implications right now. His body was sore all over from the beating and he suddenly noticed a small buzzing in the back of his head that couldn’t bode well at all. He remembered hitting his head pretty hard.

The whole situation by itself was almost enough to make him want to reconsider owning a gun. Though he was thoroughly familiar with quite a few types of weapons, and actually fairly proficient with all of them, Jack had never really wanted to own one himself. The army tended to make you either become a gun nut or it made you totally ambivalent to them. He fell into the latter category.

As he felt himself begin to relax the buzzing in the back of his head decreased. You’re worrying too much. Jack thought to himself. He would just have to be a hell of a lot more careful in the future, he decided. And start minding your own freaking business; he finished in his head with a laugh. This was starting to become a mantra for him.

Rubbing his hand over his face, Jack looked back into the mirror. He was feeling a lot better. Maybe he had skated on this one. He was sure that if the girlfriend had called the cops or reported his little fight with Mongo to the apartments, he would have been woken up quite a bit sooner and, less then politely, asked to move on.

The scars on his chest didn’t really look that bad now that he thought about it. He must have just been mistaken. The guy had probably just scratched him a little, and that’s why they had healed already. Yeah, he knew that logic was a little thin, but he really wasn't in the mood to delve any deeper into this mystery. He had seen enough in his life to know that sometimes weird shit just happened. Who was he to question it? Right now he was just happy to be in one piece.

Looking back in the mirror he ran his hand over his face again and felt the day old growth of stubble on his chin. He had considered just letting it grow now that he was out, but six years of daily habits were hard to break. Maybe someday, he thought. Well anyway, before he did anything with his face the rest of his body needed some definite attention. He smelled like sweat and something else that he couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t at all that unpleasant, almost like flowers. Lilacs?

Shrugging his shoulders at his reflection in the mirror Jack stepped back out into the living room just long enough to grab his bag of shower stuff and jumped back into the little stall in the corner of the bathroom. One of the strange things he had noticed when he started moving in yesterday was that there was no tub in the bathroom, just a shower stall.

Not that it really fazed him, he wasn’t really one for soaking, but he was sure that if Kelly was still here she would be freaking out. As he finished rinsing off the soap on his body and turned around, letting the almost too hot water run down over his sore muscles, he wondered idly if his was the only apartment like this, or if they were all different. God the heat of the water felt good. Maybe he should reconsider his position on tub soaking. To soon though, the shower began to loose its comfortable heat, so he shut it off. He didn’t want to ruin the work it had done for his back.

Something in the back of his mind began to assert itself again as Jack went about his usual morning rituals. Now that the buzzing that had occupied his mind earlier had departed, he found himself growing concerned once again. Not in the same way as before; for some reason he felt an almost unnatural peace in regards to the new additions to his scar collection and his foggy memory. Actually, that was what was bothering him.

By nature, Jack didn’t consider himself a care-free spirit. While he was not one of those people who would obsess about things to the point that it interfered with their life, he wasn't usually given to just rolling over and accepting any odd thing that came his way. At least, that is, without taking it and analyzing it from a dozen different directions to find at least one solution that would help him understand. It was the sort of mind-set that had made him hugely successful in the military intelligence field.

So why was it that he was so calmly accepting the strange things that were happening to him now?

Finishing his shave, Jack rinsed his face off and walked out into the bedroom. As he walked he felt the warm air from the apartment circulating around his bare skin. Whatever had happened yesterday, he had obviously forgotten to turn on the air conditioner and while the numbers on his little Timex digital watch told him it was only about 9:30, the temperature inside his tiny apartment was starting to climb with the heat of the mid-summer's day.

Jack went to the boxes still neatly stacked in the corner of the room and donned a fresh pair of underwear and set of his favorite lounging pants; he could do without a shirt for now. He considered flipping on the AC, but it was still pretty early and he did need to save some money. Instead he moved to the large sliding glass doors that led off of his bedroom to the small private balcony that each of the apartments had. Since he hadn't had the chance to check it out yesterday before everything had kicked off, Jack unlatched the bolt, slid the door back and stepped outside, leave the main glass door open and only shutting the screen mesh door behind him.

What greeted him was a tiny, but fairly clean balcony with a concrete floor and a wrought iron railing running along the front. Probably less for the aesthetic appeal, he was sure, than to protect the apartments tenant’s from their own stupidity. Right in the center of the balcony were two chairs and a small outdoor table, all of which were fairly clean and in good repair; most likely left by the previous occupants when they moved out. You found that a lot when you lived in apartments, people left behind a good bit of stuff that they either didn’t need or didn’t want anymore. Landlords usually either through it out - at a hefty charge to the renters deposit, of course - or they just left it for the new tenants to find and decide what to do with.

Not exactly the greatest view, he thought lightly.

Out of the front of the balcony Jack found himself staring at the matte off-white siding of the wall to the next apartment building across the small courtyard that they had been built around. All of the balconies on this floor had been offset to give some semblance of privacy. Nice.

Walking out to the railing, Jack took a look around. The third floor was the top level of this building, so he had a fairly unobstructed view of the way everything was laid out if he looked to the left. The community itself was made up of about five different buildings like his, with only two apartments per floor, all arranged around a small, man-made lake in the center of the complex. To his right, his view was obstructed by a line of thick trees, through which he could barely see a tall stone wall.

This was one of the reasons he had been attracted back to Georgia after he had left the military. Even though this was a fairly cheap apartment and it was completely within the limits of a good size city, Jack still got the feeling of being in nature. Hell, even though he knew that just on the other side of that wall traffic blared and hustled by at its normal breakneck pace, from this spot he would never know it. In fact the only thing that broke the morning calm was the slightly too loud music coming from one of his neighbors.

Jack frowned, his thought process interrupted by the heavy metal music he had just noticed, and he scanned the buildings to see if he could pinpoint the disturbance. He couldn’t quite tell where it was coming from. When he looked directly down though, he stopped, his jaw falling open and he couldn’t help but stare.

Stretched out on a reclining pool chair near the front of the patio across from his on the next floor down was the girl he had met at the vending machine yesterday. What made him stop in shock and stare was what she was wearing, or rather, what she wasn't wearing. Lying on her back in the morning sunlight, Britt was wearing nothing but a pair of tiny sunglasses and an even tinier pair of thong underwear.

Jack almost ducked back into his patio, but then he realized from the angle her head was at that she wasn’t looking at him. Instead her head sort of lulled to the side as if she was taking a nap. Her luxurious raven hair was spread out around her head. He could see now why he hadn't noticed any tan lines on her olive skin during the quick peeks he had received yesterday. He began to feel a voyeuristic excitement spreading through him, so he moved to the edge of the patio where he would be less likely to be spotted and continued to watch.

Her ample breast stood out away from her body, falling only slightly to the sides, seemingly in defiance of gravity. That probably meant they were fake, but that fact really didn’t faze Jack. Personally he preferred getting his hands on the real thing as opposed to silicone, but when he was just looking, there wasn't much of a difference. They were, just barely, a little too big for his taste, probably running a large c-cup or even a small d. His cock, however, which was beginning to stir and tent the front of his pants outward, didn't find much of a problem with that.

The girl’s legs were slightly spread and Jack's eyes traveled down her body to the point where they met. Even at this height, he could tell from the way sunlight revealed the coppery glow of her skin that the panties she was wearing were made of some sort of mesh material. From underneath the slightly see-through cloth Jack could make out a very small vertical line of black hair on top of her mound. Obviously, she must have kept the rest shaved bare.

The volume of the music that he had just realized was coming from her apartment briefly got louder as the sliding glass door that Jack couldn't see from his angle opened. Immediately it closed again and muted the sound. From the doorway a man walked into Jack's view carrying a tray with a single glass of what looked like some kind of iced tea.

Jack was shocked. The man was almost completely naked except for a very brief leather thong. His body had the perfect lean muscle tone and broad shoulders of a gymnast, without an ounce of fat on him. Or maybe a swimmer, Jack thought, because it was also obvious that either he had shaved his entire body, or he was naturally hairless. Like Britt, the man’s skin held a deep coppery glow, and seemed to shine in the sunlight. The thing that shocked Jack the most though, was the thick black blind-fold that wrapped around the man's head, completely covering his eyes.

With almost feminine grace, Jack watched the man bend at the waist and unerringly place the try on the table next to her chair, then fluidly sink to his knees next to Britt. His head lowered as if in reverence, the man waited, not saying a word.

Jack watched in utter fascination as the man kept totally still, not moving a muscle, as the moments stretched away. Britt seemed not to notice that he was even there, though Jack had seen her shift her body a little when the door had opened, so it was obvious that she was aware of his presence.

Eventually though, Jack saw her turn her head in the man’s direction and raise her arms up over her head, stretching languidly. Her fluid movements making him think of a cat, waking up from a mid-day nap. As she did, her breasts arched forward into the air, seeming to strain upwards towards him. Jack suddenly wished he were not so far away, the longing to take hold of the orbs and caress them was almost overwhelming.

As she relaxed, Jack watched her hand come back down and run lightly over the hairless mans chest, trailing slowly down his wash-board abs. The man didn’t move, but Jack could make out his muscles tensing as her fingers wrapped around his massive bulge.

Getting a good grip, she pulled him up and towards her by the groin. He rose smoothly and moved closer to her side. Using her other hand Britt reached up and pulled the man’s smooth shaven head down to her breast, his lips immediately wrapping around one of her pencil-eraser like nipples.

Releasing his head, Britt grabbed the man’s right hand and drew it down between her legs, where he immediately began to softly massage her pussy lips through her flimsy panties. Jack could only imagine what her other hand was doing, with the man’s body now blocking his view, but he could see his hips flexing rhythmically toward her.

After a few minutes of this, Britt lifted her hips off of the chair slightly. The man obviously took the hint, because he immediately hooked his fingers around the tiny bit of cloth and slid her panties down her toned legs.

Jack’s cock strained against his pants painfully, begging for release, as he saw the dainty slit between her legs revealed, the sun glinting off of the juices that covered it. This was so hot; he reached down and began to stroke himself through the fabric.

With her panties removed, Britt stood and drew the man to his feet to join her. Reaching down to his waist, she found some kind of pull tab and gave it a yank. Immediately the thin strap that had held his thong together fell away. Jacks eyes bugged out of his head.

Holy shit!

Jack had never been in any way ashamed of the size of his own package. He knew he wasn't huge, but he was comfortably on the plus side of average, and had never heard any complaints. The monster that he watched spring into view, however, was nothing short of circus huge. It had to be at the very least ten full inches, if not more, and it had the girth to more than match it. Britt’s tiny hands only made it seem more obscenely large as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around it.

Leading him, still blindfolded, by his massive cock Britt turned the man around and sat him down on the long chair with his back leaning up against the wrought iron railing. She left him suddenly and moved out of Jacks sight to the back of the balcony, returning a few seconds later with two long black strips of silky cloth dangling from her hands.

Jack watched, fascinated, as she stretched out first one muscled arm and then the other, tying each securely to the railing. Her deft movements told him that she was very familiar with this game.

Though it wasn't really his thing, Jack had on occasion played around a little with some light bondage and submission. Not, of course, with Kelly. She would have never gone in for that sort of thing. She had always, in Jacks opinion, been a little too restrained in bed; preferring nothing more than standard missionary position sex. Only rarely pushing it any farther, and never without Jack’s insistence. A few previous girlfriends had been willing to experiment. Though, if there was going to be a little spank and tickle, Jack usually preferred to be on top, as it were.

Different strokes for different folks, Jack thought.

It was amazing though, to watch this tiny, pixy-like girl play dominant to the big, muscle bound man’s submissive. Jack could definitely see the appeal. Having one of your senses taken away by the blindfold, and being totally unable to control the actions happening to you; it had to be hugely erotic. Some foggy memory in the back of his mind stirred at that, but as he tried to pin it down, it slipped away again.

Having finished with the straps, Britt threw her leg over the big man’s lap and slowly began to run the tip of his cock up and down over the waiting opening to her pussy. The glistening wetness that came from her ready hole coated his straining head.

From where Jack was standing he had a perfect view down between them, and he wondered suddenly how in the world this petite little girl was going to fit that thing inside her. But, once she was satisfied that it was properly lubed, Britt bent her legs and Jack watched as the head of mans vast cock disappeared inside of her.

Her arms held out in front of her, squeezing her abundant breasts hard together between them, she locked her hands behind the mans neck for support and flung her head backwards, a look of ecstasy washing over her face. For a moment Jack was sure that he had been right and that it would prove to be much too big for her, but, after only a brief pause she slowly and tortuously began lowering herself down until finally she had taken him all the way in and was resting on his lap.

She held herself perfectly still, her head rolling around on her shoulders in pure pleasure. Then abruptly Jack stopped breathing in horror. Her head had stopped and for a moment, even though he couldn't see her eyes through the dark sunglasses, it looked like she was staring directly up at him. From this distance, he imagined he saw the corners of her mouth turn up slightly. Even though he thought that he had been at least partially hidden in the shadowy corner of his balcony, he was suddenly convinced that she knew he was there, watching her.

But then the moment past, and he watched as her head dropped forward and she began to slowly pull herself back up the colossal shaft. Jack had to have imagined the whole thing. He could see her body shaking in pleasure as she tortuously inched her way up and down on it, the man straining hard against his bonds. She would have stopped if she had seen him standing there.

Wouldn’t she?

Jack was snapped hard back into reality as he heard a loud knock coming from the front door of his apartment. He felt his heart skip a beat and jumped back from the rail guiltily. He was breathing pretty hard and his heart was pounding in his chest. Crap! Of all the lousy...

He turned reluctantly, not really wanting to miss the show going on below, but his mind was suddenly and forcibly dragged back to the incident yesterday. He might have been a little hasty in thinking he had gotten away with it clean. In his head he could see the police uniforms on the other side of the door already; or maybe an irate Mrs. Munion with a set of hastily drawn eviction papers. He wasn't sure which would be worse. Just the thought of the tongue lashing he would receive from her was enough for him to instantly loose the erection that had been straining him the entire time.

Hurrying through his apartment he grabbed a shirt from one of the boxes on the way by. He had seen too many episodes of Cops on TV to want to be that white guy they always ended up dragging out of his house with no shirt or shoes on.

The knock on the front door came again as he was pulling the t-shirt over his head. Well, he thought as he headed for the door, still no shoes, but it’s better than nothing.

Thinking desperately of who else could possibly be knocking on his door at this time in the morning, Jack found himself thinking about the big guy that had beaten the shit out of him yesterday. He wasn't sure Mongo would be the type to knock politely, but instead of taking any chances Jack leaned in towards the door and looked through the peep-hole. Immediately he pulled his head back, a confused look on his face.

There was a guy in uniform out there, just not the uniform he had been expecting. Waiting on the other side of the door with a bored expression on his face was a man dressed in a dark brown pair of shorts and a matching button up short sleeve shirt with the UPS insignia stenciled on the right breast. He stood outside, idly spinning a small brown package between his hands by the corners.

What the hell... Jack thought to himself, confused.

He had no idea who would be sending him something. He had no real family to speak of, none that he had spoken to in over six years now anyway, and he hadn't told his ex-wife or any of his buddies from the army where he was going when he left. The only one who knew where he was, in fact, the US Army, and anything that came from them either came Certified Mail from the Post Office or hand carried by someone with enough authority to drag you back to duty if they decided they needed you. The army was way too cheap to spring for UPS rates.

Shaking his head, Jack realized he was just standing there with his hand on the door knob so he quickly turned it, opening the door. He was too late though. He could here the sound of footsteps hurrying down the stairs, and they were gone before he knew it. Obviously the delivery guy had better things to do with his time then wait for Jack to figure out what was going on.

At his feet Jack saw the brown wrapped package leaning on end up against his door jamb. He reached down and picked it up. There was writing on the outside of the paper covered box, but it was written in some language that Jack wasn’t familiar with. Maybe Arabic, it had the same type of flowing script that he had seen many times before, but it didn’t quite match up.

Luckily for Jack, no mail carriers relied on what their customers write by hand on the box anymore. In this age of computers, the sender was always required to enter the address in electronically, saving the delivery guys from having to decipher someone’s illegible handwriting.

He found the label stuck to the bottom of the package and one look instantly cleared up the mystery. Printed in the address slot was the name Jennifer McCoy. The address below it was for apartment 301. The guy had delivered to the wrong apartment. Technology can only help us so much, he guessed.

As he looked up at the doorway across the hall, Jack cringed a little. Great, he though. He still wasn’t exactly sure what had happened yesterday, let alone how he was going to deal with it. That would be a great conversation. Hi, remember me. I’m the guy your boyfriend pummeled unconscious yesterday. Here's your mail. And what if Mongo answered the door; things could ugly again, quick.

Briefly he considered just sliding it across the landing to her door, but whole nice-guy conscience thing he could never seem to get rid of got in the way. UPS policy protected the delivery guy if anything happened after he dropped off the package, so he was free to just leave it and forget about it. Jack couldn’t help but think about what could happen if it was left alone though. He guessed that, if their positions were reversed he would hope she would at least make the attempt to get it to him.

The possibility that she had helped him yesterday also crossed his mind. If she had, in a way, he owed it to her to at least do this. Maybe he could get some answers to all the questions that were rolling around in his head. Besides, he had never really caught a glimpse of her yesterday with the mountain on legs standing in the way, but he remembered her sultry voice and couldn’t help but wonder if she was as sexy as she sounded. God, he admonished himself, you are such a sucker.

His mind decided, Jack stepped out from his doorway and crossed the landing. Quickly knocking before he could loose his nerve, he stepped back and tried to keep his shoulders from tensing up. As he waited his reasoning for doing this were starting to seem pretty slim. Why do you always have to be some girls’ knight in shining armor? He asked himself. Try as he might, he couldn’t think of an answer to that one.

From inside the apartment he thought he heard a small crash and a voice, but he wasn’t sure. The tension in his body was starting to build and he couldn’t help but think of Mongo opening the door. It wasn’t that he was afraid of the guy; at least, not really. Jack had taken more than a few good beatings before, and had dealt them out when he thought it was necessary. Overall he considered himself in the plus column on that, but there was something about the huge man. He had been so inhumanly fast, and strong…

Jack knocked again, a little loader this time. He still could barely hear what he thought were the sound of voices coming from inside, but after a few moments when no one answered the door he gave up. Ah, screw this. She'd probably just left the TV on or something. No one was home. Hell, it was ten o'clock on a Monday morning; most people would be at work.

Turning around and heading back to his apartment, he again briefly considered just leaving the box outside, but instead he took it in with him and set it on the island counter that divided his kitchen from his living room. He would try again a little later.

Remembering suddenly what was happening outside, Jack hurried back out to his balcony but, to his disappointment, the two had obviously decided to take it back inside. The glass of tea was still sitting on the table next to the pool chair, collecting beads of sweat, and two pieces of black cloth lay on the chair.

Damn, he swore to himself, left feeling more than a little frustrated and still very horny.

Jack was just walking back inside when another knock came on his door. What now?

He walked back over and flung open the door, maybe a little too violently, judging by the obvious, wide eyed surprise on the face of the man standing outside.

"J-Johnson Delivery" the man stuttered out.

"Huh?" Jack said feeling confused again. This was becoming a very bad habit.

"You Jack Gardener?" the man asked, looking down at the clipboard he was holding. "Ordered the full furniture set?"

"Oh," Jack paused, looking a little sheepish. "Yeah. Sorry, weird morning."

The man just laughed. "Tell me about it. Where do you want the stuff?"

Jack let out a sigh as he opened the door wider and let the guy in to show him.

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The knock on Jennifer’s door sounded incredibly loud in the silence of her apartment. Her eyes snapped open and she immediately winced as the tiny amount of light coming from around her curtains seemed to lance into her head.

She hadn’t really been sleeping. The searing fire that felt like it was running through her body as if there were molten lava in her veins, instead of blood had seen to that. She had been trying desperately to find some kind of shelter from the pain that wracked her body by practicing the meditation rituals she had been taught as a child. Her concentration was shattered now though; thanks to whoever had decided to bang on her door like the freaking Gestapo.

Groaning, she raised her body up to a seated position and buried her face in her hands. Gods, it couldn't have been this bad the last time. She immediately forced that thought away. That was something she didn’t need to think about right now.

It had been worse then though, and she knew it. While the Backlash was coursing through her body with a vengeance, literally, the return she had gotten from healing that idiot was tempering it a little at least.

Jennifer knew that she had to at least see who it was, if only to have an excuse prepared later. If anyone knew the state she was in, and more importantly why, the Coven would never forgive her. Winning their trust back had been a close thing the first time. Now, she wasn't sure if it could even be possible.

On the nightstand, Jennifer saw her mother's old charm bracelet, and picked it up. It always gave off a comforting warmth from the magic inside. Feeling her pain lessen noticeably, she wondered vaguely what her mother would be doing in this situation. Probably wouldn’t have to lay here whining, that’s for sure. She thought bitterly.

How do I get myself into these things? She asked no one in particular as she struggled to get to her feet. Immediately pain knotted her stomach and her head began to swim. She sat back down with a plop, her hand catching on the nightstand and sent her alarm clock crashing to the floor. The charm bracelet fell away somewhere out of sight.

Damn it! She cursed, and then projected her thoughts outward. Britt!

Nothing happened, so she tried again. Britt, damn it. Get in here.

The room around her remained still and quiet, with only the faint light from behind her curtains wavering as the breeze from her AC unit caused them to shift.

“We’ll see about that,” she muttered to herself and began to chant softly, wringing the words from somewhere deep within her pained skull. “Nastika, turos, alin tekala…“

She cut off immediately as a faintly glowing spiral of smoke appeared in the center of the room. It seemed to drop in from the ceiling and settle just above the floor. From within the cloud, a light pulsed once and suddenly Britt was kneeling on the floor where the smoke had been, her nude body faintly glowing against the darkness of the room.

“Dang, Jenny, there’s no need for all that,” Britt whined, looking up at Jennifer, slightly out of breath and with a big smile on her face. “I was coming.”

Jennifer arched an eyebrow, and gave Britt a glare at that. She didn’t miss the slightly different emphasis that Britt had put on the last word, or the fact that even through the soft glow, her skin looked flushed.

“I’m sure,” Jennifer said acidly. “Just not in the way I asked.”

“Oooo, harsh; someone’s havin’ a bad morning,” Britt giggled. “Okay, Mistress, what’s got your panties all in a twist today?”

Jennifer winced as whoever it was knocked on the door again. It was louder this time, but at least she was prepared for it. Still the pain swept through her, causing her to inhale sharply. Slowly she let the breath out in a moan.

“See who it is,” she said, her voice softer this time. “Please.”

Britt bounced to her feet, causing her breasts to jump up and down, and put her fists on her hips. “You mean to tell me you summoned me, from the best sex of my life, to answer the door for you?” she asked in mock indignation.

“I said please,” Jennifer reminded her, a smile forming on her lips. “Besides, every time you have sex is the best sex of your life.”

Britt giggled girlishly “True. What can I say; it’s not just a job, it’s an adventure.”

She gave Jennifer a knowing wink. When all she got back was a stare, Britt rolled her eyes.

“All right,” she huffed. “Fine.”

With that she closed her eyes and a look of mild concentration came over her face. She was perfectly still for a moment and then her eyes popped open, a mischievous grin forming on her face.

“Oooo, it’s your hero man.” Britt laughed. “Should I let him in? Judging by what I’ve seen, he’d be more than happy to give a go at making you feel a little better.”

“No,” Jennifer said, letting out a long sigh. Thinking about him, she could help but feel an odd flutter of pleasure, remembering the way he had felt; the way he had tasted. “He’s an issue that can wait until I'm recovered.” She flushed a little as she looked up at Britt, “Besides, what do you mean ‘from what you’ve seen’? I thought I told you hands off with him.”

“Don’t worry, Mistress,” Britt said, “I haven’t laid a finger on you little lover boy, he’s still all yours, but I have kept an eye on him. Good thing too. You don’t know the work I had to put in to keep him from freakin’ this morning when he saw the scar you left from where that marak got him. You humans can be so flighty when things don’t go the way you expect.”

The “lover boy” comment earned Britt a tongue stuck out at her, but it didn’t last. Jennifer frowned and her face dropped. It wasn't from pain this time though, at least not the physical kind. She had messed up on the healing ritual. It should have healed him fully, without a trace, but she had not been strong enough. Tears began to gather at the corners of her eyes. If her mother had been here…

Britt saw the way that Jennifer’s thoughts were running and slipped down onto the bed with her, snaking an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close.

“Ah, little mistress, don’t cry,” Britt whispered against her soft skin, her luscious lips brushing lightly against Jennifer’s brow. “Your mother would find nothing but pride in what you are today.”

Jennifer found her self giving in to temptation. She had been so lonely for so long. She pressed her face into Britt’s neck and let her tears flow. “I don’t know if I have the strength for what’s coming.” She sobbed.

“Oh, don’t worry about your power, sweetling;” Britt murmured into Jennifer’s silky auburn hair, “It will come with time.”

She ran her hands up and down Jennifer’s back slowly, sending little tingles along her spine. “Already you hold more power than most witches will there entire life, and you have yet to come to you Fullness. A lesser witch would be consumed by the Backlash from the spell you used to destroy that marak,” she smiled, “But you have used it twice and are still alive. You’ll get through your pain. Pain is a part of life, even as the High Priestess of Fire, you are not allowed to bypass the Rule of Three.”

As she spoke, Jennifer listened and, gradually, she could feel her tears begin to ebb. Britt’s voice was hypnotic, and she could feel herself swaying to the rhythm of her words. Slowly she felt the pain that had gripped her lessen until her mind was filled only with the sound of Britt’s voice and the feel of the girl’s naked body wrapped gently around her own. The almost spicy and exotic sent of her skin filled her nostrils and clouded her mind. The touch of her hands was shooting bursts of sensual pleasure through her body and she was having a hard time concentrating. Britt was still talking and Jennifer tried to focus on what she was saying.

“…will make you stronger.” She was saying, in her melodic voice. “You will make it through the pain, but you do not have to do it alone; I can help you.” Britt gently ran her fingertips down Jennifer’s face and drew her chin up until she was looking directly into the girls eyes, inches away from her face.

“Let me help you,” she whispered. And with that she brought her lips down to Jennifer’s and kissed her, her lips parting as she did. Jennifer was lost. With a sigh she opened her lips and invited the girls tongue into her mouth. As she did, Britt went to work with the single most passionate kiss that Jennifer had ever experienced. Together they lay back on the soft bed.

Jennifer felt Britt’s hands leave her face and begin to move down her body, seductively exploring every inch of her as they went. She gasped with pleasure as one of them found first one nipple and then the other, gently rolling one at a time between her thumb and forefinger. Then they would release her nipples and slowly circle them, barely grazing her sensitive skin for long, tortuous moments. Jennifer arched her back and swelled her chest to try and get to the sensation, but it was no use. Britt would only move her hand with the swelling and maintain the tenuous contact until Jennifer was ready to beg, then she would begin to work on the nipple again, causing Jennifer to moan into her mouth.

One of Britt’s hands finally left her breast and began to wander lower, taking a winding route over her stomach and hips. Jennifer tensed and arched her hips as she felt the fingertips brush lightly over her mound and graze her pussy lips. The teasing fingertip began to make slow and lazy circles around her sex, only barely grazing her lips as it traveled up and down, circling, but never coming close enough to the jewel at the top.

Britt shifted her body down and taking the neglected nipple into her mouth, she began to slowly suckle on it, using her tongue to roll it around in her mouth. Jennifer thought she would scream with desire as her hands dug uselessly into the satin sheets at her side. This was torture. Every touch, every movement was bringing her closer and closer to the edge. At last, sensing her pain, Britt drove one finger into her and, hooking it, began to rub circles around the small, rough patch of tissue on the inside. She used another to make light grazing circles around Jennifer’s hooded clit.

The effect was like lightning. The electric wave of her orgasm crashed into her, causing her body to arch almost painfully off of the mattress. Feeling the walls of Jennifer’s pussy slam down on her fingers, Britt stayed with her as she thrashed through wave after wave of ecstasy, all the while keeping her fingers circling; she rode out the storm of pleasure.

Jennifer came back down off of her climax in a haze. The power of her orgasm had surprised her; no other lover had ever caused that kind of feeling from her body. As the red haze began to fade from her senses she realized that Britt was no longer at her breast. Looking down she saw the girl kneeling between her legs and she watched in fascination as Britt began to run her tongue around her pussy, cleaning off every bit of the fluids that had been spent when Jennifer came on her fingers.

The sensitive folds of her pussy lips rebelled at first to this new assault, but soon she began to feel the heat rising inside of her once again. Her head lay back on the bed and she allowed herself to focus on the magic that Britt’s tongue was performing down there.

As soon as she finished lapping up the outside, Britt moved quickly into the center. She ran her tongue up and down the swollen lips, as if trying to explore every nook and cranny. Every few passes, she would move to the top and circle her tongue around the sensitive bud. Never too hard, and never too soft, Britt seemed to understand the exact way that Jennifer needed to be touched.

All too soon Jennifer felt Britt’s tongue dove deeply inside of her. It began to move around in ways that she had never felt before. Then it was back to her clit, circling as she used her lips to suck and nibble on the tiny nub. Then it was back inside of her and moving again. In and out, in and out, her tongue began to move so fast that it seemed there were two; one reaching as deep as it could inside of her and one focusing on the touch she desperately need outside. The feeling was incredible. Sensations were flowing through her body that she had never experienced, and her body craved more.

Some part of her brain was screaming at her that this was not right. This should not happen. Jennifer didn’t care, all she could focus on was the pleasure, and she wanted everything else to disappear. When the tongue was inside of her it was stretching to impossible lengths. She would swear that it filled her more than any cock ever had.

But the part of Jennifer’s brain that was screaming at her would not shut up. There was something that she was supposed to remember, something important. She shook her head to try and clear the fog. It was impossible; Britt’s tongue between her legs was still moving impossibly fast and sending waves of pleasure into her. Jennifer felt another wave of ecstasy building inside of her quickly.

No, her brain screamed, not tongue; tongues. What? Then she realized; that was exactly what was happening. It didn’t feel like there were two tongues, there were two tongues. That thought shocked her out of the fog her mind was wrapped in.

Confused, Jennifer picked up her head and looked down at Britt. It was a mistake. When she did she looked right into Britt’s eyes. They glowed from within with a deep cherry red, like dying embers stoked briefly in a fire. As soon as they locked gazes Jennifer felt herself being pulled into them.

Give yourself to me, witch. Britt’s voice, hard and commanding, sounded within her head.

W-what the hell? She thought.

Give yourself to me and I will give you power. I will stop the pain, the doubt, the loneliness. You know it is true. Only I can help you. You are alone. All you have to do is let go.

Jennifer was panicking, feeling her mind slip away. She didn’t know what to do. The waves of pleasure still crashed into her body and she was having trouble thinking about anything. Somehow, she knew instinctually that if they overtook her, she was lost.

Her hands thrashed out on the bed, trying to find something to hold onto, something that would ground her and bring her back to reality. At once, it fell on something hard and she grabbed onto it without thinking. It was her mothers charm bracelet. When she had dropped it, it had landed on the bed and she hadn’t seen it until now. She felt the warmth from it flowing into her and her mind cleared a little.

It wasn't enough though. She could still feel the waves of pleasure rolling through her, so she gripped down on it, the points of the star digging deep into the flesh of her palm. With the pain, a shock of clarity ripped through her body and hit Britt like a physical force, sending her flying backwards across the room. She hit the wall with a sickening thud and crumpled beneath it.

Jennifer struggled to her feet, anger replacing the pleasure that had taken over her body. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!” she screamed.

The crumpled mound on the floor shook violently and all of the sudden Jennifer heard laughter coming from it. As she watched the form drew itself back up and coalesced back into Britt, looking as if she had never changed.

The girl stood there staring at Jennifer, a wicked smile painted on her face. “What, Mistress?” she asked innocently. “I was only trying to help.” Britt’s giggle sent shivers down her spine.

Jennifer knew she was safe now. Now that she had the charm again and was in control of her senses and her emotions, but she had to fight to keep herself from taking a step back. At this point she could not show any weakness.

She closed her eyes briefly and collected the pieces of her mind, leftovers of the fog of pleasure she had been in still clinging stubbornly to her. How could she be so stupid? Growing up with Britt, it was so easy to forget sometimes exactly what she was. She was definitely no young girl, even though she appeared no older than Jennifer's own twenty-three years. She wasn't even a witch, like Jennifer, she was something else entirely.

“I definitely don’t need that kind of help from you, Demon.” She said, opening her eyes and lacing her words with ice.

“Oh, I don’t know Mistress,” Britt’s gaze weighed her and Jennifer wasn't sure she wanted to know one what end of the scale she had come out. “I think I almost had you this time. Maybe someday…”

“Never!” Jennifer interrupted her, a fresh flood of fury washing over her. “For four hundred years you have served my family. You have tested each of us at every turn. Haven’t we always taken care of you? Haven’t we protected you from you own kind, who would destroy you if they got the chance? Are you always going to try to break free and turn on us at every opportunity?” Jennifer trailed off, her anger spent. There was no use.

“Always.” Britt said with quiet finality, her face turning deadly serious for a brief second before reverting back to her usual playful grin.

“Don’t get me wrong Jenny,” she said, chatting like nothing had ever happened. “I have a sweet deal here, better than most. And you guys are cool to hang with. In the end though, well, I am what I am. You know that.”

Jennifer rubbed her thumb and forefinger in circles over her closed eyelids. She could feel the pain of the Backlash returning, worse now for the pleasure she had felt, and the time since it had gone away.

“Go Britt, leave me alone. And don’t come until I call on you again.”

“As you wish; Mistress.” And with that she was gone.

Stifling the tears that threatened to break free once more, Jennifer crawled back into the bed on the side that didn’t still smell of her own pleasure and curled up with the pain again. She tried to sleep, but was left feeling even more frustrated and lonely than she had before.

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