Bound
(F+ f+ g f-solo toys oral magic)
Work in Progress.
When a sexual ritual goes wrong, a young witch is bound to ghost.
Olivia
Oliva sat on the wooden floor of her bedroom. The cool breeze from the open window shifted her hair around her head in haphazard patterns. The new moon shed no light on her – she saw only by the dim light of a candle and the slow blinking of the hard drive status light of her computer. A shiver shot down her spine. “Why do you have to do this naked?” she muttered to herself.
She shifted to her knees; her slightly spread thighs would show her smooth mound to any onlookers, if she were not alone in her bedroom. She grabbed a piece of chalk and an ornate knife from a canvas bag, set the knife down in front of her and started to draw a pattern around it. She worked from memory – she had done this many times before.
Olivia chanted under her breath; her Celtic pronunciation was immaculate, for a pre-pubescent teen girl. Her lips moved rhythmically with the unvoiced consonants she uttered. In reality, she only had a vague understanding of what she was saying or the symbols she drew, but she was certain it would work. What she expected, she didn’t even know. The instructions from her books were vague and contradictory with different authors attesting that this invocation would have any number of results.
Most of the authors were full of shit.
She performed a ritual the night before and the nights before that, and her dreams were vivid and alien to her. She needed to do it again; she was addicted. Olivia put aside her initial goal – to commune with her mother – to experience those dreams while awake. Instead of offering incense, she would make an offering of blood. Surely that would bring her dreams to life, she thought.
She put the chalk down and took an old book, ragged from abuse, from the canvas bag and laid it over the knife and the intricate drawing she had just done. She crouched down and squinted as she tried to read the text in the dim light of a single candle. “What the hell?” She muttered at the strangeness of the instructions she just read.
She shrugged, put the book aside, and picked up the knife. She squirmed forward with spread knees to straddle the drawing she had just made. She pressed the tip of the knife against the soft flesh of her inner thigh and hesitated. “What the hell am I doing?” she said just before her hands jerked slightly; the tip of the blade pierced the skin just enough to draw a drop of blood. She quickly brought the tip of the blade to the candle – the drop of blood ignited in a brilliant shower of sparks for an instant before the candle extinguished itself, and she was showered in darkness.
Margret
Maggie stood in the doorway of her bedroom and stared down the stairs. She waited as the minister argued with her father. She couldn’t make out about what the men we at odds, but she knew it was about her, and her future. She patted down her light dress, not because it was in an exceptional state of disarray, rather, she did it mostly out of habit.
The angry murmurings stopped with a slammed door and her father ascended the stairs. “He’s gone.” Her father said as he passed by Maggie’s room. “I wish you didn’t have to hear that.”
“I didn’t hear him, father.” Maggie said in her soft voice.
“No matter. Go to bed.” Her father said. He entered his room and closed the door behind him.
“Yes, father.” Maggie said. She smirked and closed her bedroom door. She pushed a chair up against the door knob to seal the door in lieu of a lock. Maggie walked to the window and pulled the curtains open revealing a dim crescent moon. She watched as the minister drove away in his car – a perquisite of his position in the community; his headlights were the only source of artificial light on the streets which made him easy to track.
She struggled to pull open the window, only to be hit with the unseasonable cold of the night. Maggie reached behind herself and unhooked the back of her dress. The cloth slid easily from her form and pooled around her feet; she was not wearing anything beneath as she was already preparing when the minister arrived.
Her nude form was smooth and only showed the slightest hints of nascent breasts; a handful of stray hairs grew on her otherwise hairless mound. She knelt on the floor with her back to the window and pulled a canvas bag out from under the bed. She took a journal, a candle, a knife, and a piece of chalk and set them out in front of her.
Maggie opened the journal to a new page. She wrote a very short entry;
June the 5th, 1916
My dreams frighten me while I sleep and tempt me when I am awake. I must go.
Good bye.
Maggie lit the candle and picked up the chalk; she drew intricate patterns on the wooden floor around the ornate knife she took from the bag, while chanting in an ancient Celtic dialect. She held the knife tip to her chest and watched the flickering candle. Sparks burst from the candle in a blinding plume that extinguished itself as fast as Maggie did.
Encounter
Olivia trembled and stared into the girl’s eyes. The knife, the tip of which had just burned with eldritch flame, still in her hand. The girl’s icy cold hand appeared, wrapped around Olivia’s wrist. The blade was buried in the girl’s chest.
Olivia pulled the knife from the girl’s icy grip and tossed it into the corner of the room. She pushed herself away from the chalk drawing and the strange girl and pulled her knees to her chest; she curled into a herself in an act of self-defense.
“Who are you.” Olivia shrieked her question to the girl. She hid her head behind her knees. She peeked above them only long enough to see the girl was still there.
The girl held her chest where the knife was and fell backwards from her knees. Her chest heaved with deep panic breaths as she pushed herself to the window. When she had completely cleared the chalk drawing on the floor, she collapsed and lay totally still.
After a moment, Olivia crawled forward, crossing the chalk lines on the floor, smearing the image in the process. She knelt over the girl and looked down at her. The girl slowly blinked and took shallow breaths. “Who are you?” Olivia asked in a softer voice that time.
“Are you a demon?” The girl asked. She diverted her eyes from Olivia in an attempt to break eye contact.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Olivia asked with utter confusion.
The girl turned her head and looked directly into Olivia’s eyes with just as much confusion. “I gave myself… to the demon in my dreams.”
Oliva fell back onto her butt and pulled her legs out from under her to sit comfortably. “Have you been having …weird… sexy dreams for the past two weeks?” Olivia asked and the girl nodded. “That was me.” Oliva reached out to put her hand on the girl’s shoulder, but it passed through the girl and hit the floor.
The girl’s gaze followed Olivia’s hand as it passed through her body. “What does that mean?”
“It means you are a ghost, I think.” Olivia said. She frowned down at the girl and moved away. She pulled a shirt down over her head – not out of modesty, but to protect against the chill of the night air from the open window.
“No. No, that can’t be right. I did the ritual, to bind myself to the demon that called to me in my dreams. I can’t be a ghost!” The girl raised her voice in a growing panic. She pulled herself to her knees and tried to grab the piece of chalk, but her hand passed through the object every time she closed her fist.
“Whoa, whoa, calm down.” Olivia said. She grabbed her book and started flipping quickly through the pages. “You weren’t making contact with a demon. We must have been doing the same ritual and connected somehow.”
“But how am I here?” The girl asked, as if begging Olivia for an explanation.
Olivia put the book down and lowered her shoulders. “Look, I was trying to summon a ghost. I thought you were dead and trying to contact me through my dreams, ok? I don’t think I can send you back.”
The girl stared at Olivia for a long moment; a tear streaked down her cheek. “I’m dead?”
Olivia closed the book and nodded. “I’m sorry.” She said. “What’s your name?”
The girl wiped the tear from her cheek. “Maggie.” She whispered.
“Ok, Maggie. I’m Olivia. You are obviously a witch, like me, otherwise none of this would have worked.” Olivia asserted and Maggie nodded in agreement. “Alright. We should be able to figure something out to help you, but it might take some time. Until then, you are kind-of bound to me.”
“Why am I bound to you?” Maggie sniffled as she asked her question.
Olivia squirmed against the floor. “I uh… might have summoned you here… to live out the dreams…”
“You bound me to you for sex?” Maggie asked in disbelief.
“I really liked what we did in our dreams! Sue me!” Olivia huffed. “You’re here, and we need to deal with that.”
“And until you deal with it, I am your sexual servant?” Maggie asked with an indignant tone.
“You gave yourself away to be bound as a sex toy!” Olivia retorted. “Better me than some horny gross boy, or, you know, a demon who would just do horrible things to you for eternity.”
Maggie sat back and leaned against the window. She glowered at Olivia for a few minutes before her anger subsided. Olivia opened the book again, and searched it for anything that might help. “I’m scared.” Maggie said.
Olivia quickly scanned a page of the book, then set it aside. “I think you can, like, force yourself to be able to touch things. You have to focus on touching it.” She moved to lean back against the side of the bed. “Come here.” Olivia sad, and patted her lap.
Maggie crawled across the room to Olivia, and sat in the girl’s lap. She tried to place her hand on Olivia’s shoulder but it passed through the living girl. “I don’t understand; I can sit in your lap, and feel you under me, but I can’t touch you.”
“I can’t explain that. I guess you just expect to touch me when you sit on me, but don’t when you try to put your hand on me. Why don’t you fall to the center of the Earth?” Olivia said with a shrug. “Just think focus on touching me… in an… intimate way.”
Maggie turned her head to look at Olivia with a furrowed brow.
“It’s what you are bound here to do, so it should be the easiest for you?” Olivia offered as an explanation. Maggie to a deep breath and leaned in against Olivia. She pressed her lips to the girls in a deep kiss. Olivia’s lips parted and the two tasted each other’s tongues.
Maggie pulled away from Olivia’s lips, and tentatively reached out to put her hands on Olivia’s arms; her hands fell through Olivia’s body. “That sort-of worked.” Maggie said with a sigh. “Is that it? Can I only touch someone I am doing… intimate things with?”
“I don’t know.” Olivia responded with a shrug. “For now, maybe?” Olivia reached out and stroked her fingers through Maggie’s hair – quite literally. “I don’t know, but I’ll find out how to make you… more real.”
Sleep
Her skin was hot to the touch and slick with sweat. Their bodies rubbed together in broken rhythm punctuated by pleasured grunts and muted moans. The scent of the one filled the other’s nostrils and drove their movements. They held their breaths in anticipation of the moment…
Olivia’s cheeks twitched and her eyes fluttered open. Her eyes darted around the darkened room as the waking confusion started to clear from her mind. The dream – a tame dream compared to her recent experience – had ended, but her pleasure continued.
She let out a stifled moan and rolled her hips forward. Wet sounds of licking emanated from under her blanket. Oliva jolted back against her headboard as the wet muscle tapped firmly against her clit. She pulled back the blankets to find Maggie between her legs, dutifully licking at her slit.
“What…” Olivia started, but had to interrupt herself with a moan. “What are you doing?” She hooked her leg over Maggie’s back; the young ghost was solid for the moment, and cool to the touch. Maggie didn’t answer – she simply gazed up Olivia’s body with pleading eyes and continued to lick the young teen’s slit.
Maggie’s tongue flattened and pressed against Olivia’s hood. She rocked her head back and forth slowly, pressing her tongue against Olivia’s hardened nub. Olivia couldn’t question her companion any further; she put her hands on the back of Maggie’s head and rocked her hips against the girl. She held her breath as her pleasure grew.
Oliva let out a whining moan through clenched teeth as her body rocked in orgasmic pleasure. Her sex leaked onto Maggie’s chin. She huffed in a panic breath as her body convulsed through her climax. “Stop…” she said, but held on to Maggie just as tightly as before.
Olivia’s hands fell through Maggie’s body as the ghost resumed its incorporeal nature. “Why did you, uh… why?” Oliva swallowed hard as she asked her question.
Maggie crawled through the blankets and laid on the bed next to Olivia. She tried to lay her head on a pillow, but found she couldn’t touch it. “I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t control myself no matter how hard I tried.”
“God dammit.” Olivia muttered as she slumped against the bed. “I was having a…uh… dirty dream. That must have triggered it.”
“Triggered what?” Maggie said with dread in her voice. She rolled over to face away from Olivia.
Olivia rolled her eyes. “We performed a ritual to be united with the lover of our dreams. You even said you were giving yourself to… well you called me a demon, but whatever.” Olivia said with a sigh. “I was feeling sexy, and you did something about it.”
“But I didn’t want to.” Maggie said, followed by a long pause. “I didn’t want to like that, at least.”
Olivia quirked a brow. “How did you want to?”
Maggie scrunched her nose and rolled back over to face Olivia. “I don’t know… something more… romantic?”
“You want a girlfriend, not a demon-dark-mistress, then?” Olivia asked.
“Yes!” Maggie exclaimed. “That’s exactly what I want.”
“You, kind of… gave yourself to me as your mistress, and the ritual bound you like that.” Olivia said. “Unless we can figure something out to break that, you are probably going to be forced into my… like… random wants.”
Maggie reached out to push on Olivia’s shoulder, but her hands passed right though. “Well go! Do that!” Maggie said. “… So I can court you…instead of be your slave.”
Spirit of the Goddess Bookstore
The afternoon sun beat down against the checkout stand – washing out Kae’s, the clerk’s, vision in the process. She held her hand out to try and block the sun to see who was coming into the store as Olivia pushed the door open. The door swung shut behind her, and if not for Maggie’s permeability to matter, would have slammed the poor ghost in the face.
“We close in five minutes, Liv.” Kae said. The nineteen-year-old clerk stepped back from the register to evade the glare, and sat on a conveniently placed stool.
“Its only four-o’clock.” Olivia said incredulously.
Kae shrugged her shoulders and picked up a magazine from the checkout stand. “Mom has a hot date or something, and wants to close up early.”
Maggie walked behind the checkout stand and waved her hand in front of Kae’s face. “She can’t see me? I suppose so we would have been stopped many times on the way here if people could see me.” Maggie pulled her ghostly naked form onto the counter and sat, staring at the older girl. Olivia only sneered at the young ghost.
“Remember that ritual I was talking to you about… the one where…” Olivia started to explain.
“Shh.” Kae silenced the young witch and leaned forward. “Stick around till mom leaves then we can talk about it.” Kae said. Olivia turned her head at the sound of rustling in the back room and nodded at Kae. “Might as well sit down.” Kae said. She motioned to the spot on the counter that Maggie occupied invisibly.
Olivia walked around the counter and pulled herself onto the counter, and sat cross-legged. Her skirt rode up just enough to let Kae know Olivia had ‘forgotten’ to put on underwear that morning. Maggie moved to sit in Olivia’s lap – an act that didn’t even disturb a single hair on the living girl.
Kae rolled her eyes and leaned in to whisper to Olivia “You are such a fucking tease.”
“Like you haven’t looked before.” Olivia whispered back and stuck her tongue out. Maggie raised her brow at Olivia, but said nothing.
“Kelleigh!” A voice called from the back room; it was her mother, and the owner of the store. “Lock up and countdown the register, will you?”
“Mom, Liv is here… and we had no customers today.” Kae shouted back. She got up from her stool to click the latch on the door, then came back to plop back onto the seat.
Janice popped her head out of the back room to look at the pair. “Oh, hello there Olivia. Was I supposed to tutor you today?” The woman was obviously topless, but managed to not show anything. She was a quite attractive woman to Olivia, but way too old for her.
“No, Mrs. Tuft. I just need to talk to Kae.” Olivia responded.
Janice disappeared to the back room again. “That’s fine, darling.” She yelled through the wall. “You know the rules for staying after hours, that’s ok.” She came out of the back a moment later, fully dressed in somewhat conservative evening where. “How do I look?”
“Like you are going on a date with my dad.” Olivia said with a smirk. “Wait… are you going on a date with my dad?”
“It’s not a date. Your father needed a plus-one…” Janice started to speak.
“It’s a date, mom.” Kae blurt out.
Janice sneered at her daughter. “I’ll be home by midnight. I better find you there.” She said as she headed towards the back door.
“Nineteen, mom.” Kae said.
“Whatever, daughter.” Janice said as the door closed behind her.
“Twenty bucks says we are step sisters by October.” Kae said to Olivia.
“That would make my dad your… fifth step-dad?” Olivia asked.
“Sixth.” Kae corrected. She got up and locked the door behind her mother and closed all the blinds. She walked out onto a fenced in patio behind the store and Olivia followed. Maggie walked through the wall to join them.
Kae pulled a small mint tin from her pocket and started to roll a joint on the patio table. Oliva sat down and waited. “So you did the ritual from that book?” Kay asked as she licked the joint closed.
“Yeah.” Olivia pulled a lighter from her pocket and held her hand out for the joint when Kae was done. She lit it and inhaled the smoke deep into her lungs.
“So how was it?” Kae asked. She rolled herself a joint.
Olivia coughed out a puff of smoke. Maggie made a face at the smell. “That’s what I need to talk to you about.”
“You didn’t get a visit from a ghost?” Kae asked as she lit her own joint.
“I did…” Olivia said.
“Did you get a guy or girl?” Kae immediately asked.
“I got a girl…” Olivia said.
“That’s awesome. I usually don’t get visited by female ghosts when I do the rite, but when I do, it’s the best night.” Kae interjected. “Sucks that it ends at sunrise.”
“That’s… what I need to talk to you about.” Olivia finally managed to say. Kae tilted her head and waited for Olivia to elaborate. “She’s still here.”
“That’s not supposed to happen. It’s supposed to bind them loosely until sunrise.” Kae said. She pulled out her phone and began franticly thumbing through an app – an occult reference.
“The ghost I had been dreaming about was uh… they were a witch too.” Olivia said. Kae looked away from her phone and raised her brows at Olivia. “We had been sharing dreams… and she uh… sacrificed herself to bind to me.”
“I thought you were a powerful spirit.” Maggie interjected, though only Olivia could hear her.
“That’s messed up.” Kae said. She patted her lap, and Olivia moved from her chair to it. Kae rest her hand in Olivia’s lap and scrunched up the front of her skirt. Kae’s finger’s gently stroked along Olivia’s slit and Olivia snuggled back into the older girl’s body.
“I am bound to a whore.” Maggie muttered to herself. Olivia stuck her tongue out at the ghost.
“Why did you make that face?” Kae asked. Her hand stopped moving for an instant.
“She made a snide comment.” Olivia said and nuzzled her cheek into Kae’s shoulder.
Kae resumed stroking her finger against Olivia’s slit as it started to grow damp. “So she is here right now?” She took a long puff from her joint and butt it out.
Olivia let the joint hang from her lip – she was only half way through it. “Uh-huh.” She said.
Maggie twitched a few times and her body jerked itself down into a chair. Her legs spread and her hand dropped between them. The young ghost slowly stroked her own slit, in time with Kae’s stroking of Olivia’s.
“What’s she doing right now?” Kae asked. Her finger pressed in to spread Olivia’s lips.
“She’s diddling.” Olivia said with a smirk. She butt out her joint and rolled her hips slightly forward; her legs spread more to accept Kae’s touch. “I miss having you babysit me.”
Kae pressed her fingertip against Olivia’s opening and slowly pushed inside. Her thumb stroked gently over the young girl’s clit. “I do too, but don’t change the subject. You summoned a ghost, and ended up with a sacrifice bound to you. Is she a virgin?”
“I was until last night.” Maggie said. She whimpered as her fingers pressed into her tight hole.
“She was when she sacrificed herself.” Olivia said. She let out a little moan of pleasure.
Kae began to thrust her fingers inside Olivia. “Do you like her?” She asked, and Olivia nodded. The young girl made little groans each time the finger slid into her. “Good. I think you are stuck with her forever.”
Maggie whimpered again, this time from the news she had just heard. Her eyes welled up.
Olivia bucked her hips into the finger buried in her hole. “I can’t release her?” she managed to say between pleasured whines.
Kae tapped the girl’s clit with her thumb several times, sending shockwaves of sensation through Olivia’s body – staving off her orgasm for another moment. “There’s no way to break a soul-bind.” She said. “But why would you want to?”
Olivia started to hold her breath. “It hurts her” She blurted words between involuntary contractions of her belly. Maggie’s motions mirrored Olivia’s almost exactly. Both girls were on the edge. Kae didn’t ask a follow up question just yet; she focused on bringing the little girl to climax. She held one hand over Olivia’s mouth to silence her through her orgasm.
Oliva panted and whined as she slowly came down from her abrupt orgasm. Kae whispered in Olivia’s ear. “You can change the rules, you can give and take freedoms from her, but you can never release her.”
Research
Olivia’s pen stopped moving. She had been writing in an old leather bound notebook that she had replaced the pages in several times, but a cold chill down her spine stopped her mid-word. She tilted her head forward and let out a little groan. “Higher…” she squeaked out.
Maggie smirked and stroked her hands up Olivia’s spine until her palms pressed against the back of her neck. “You find this erotic?”
“I’m positively soaking.” Olivia replied with dry sarcasm. She leaned back to press into the massage. “It feels good, and it’s intimate, so I guess it counts.” She let out a sudden moan punctuated with a wince as Maggie’s thumbs pressed firmly into the muscle of her neck. “You’ve done this before?”
“No.” Maggie said. She leaned in and rest her had on Olivia’s shoulder, her hands still massaging Olivia’s neck. “But you must have felt it before and wanted me to do it.” She kissed Olivia’s cheek.
“I’m forcing you to do this?” Olivia asked. She dreaded the answer.
“Yes, but it’s ok.” Maggie responded. “I like doing this.” Maggie leaned back and continued her work as Olivia leaned forward to rest her head on the desk. “It’s not that you can force me to do things, or even that it can happen without you even realizing it that really bothers me. It’s that I have no way to… influence it.”
Olivia kept her forehead on her desk. “I’m confused. Do you want me to release you or not?” Maggie suddenly stopped the massage and Olivia sat back up. Maggie moved to sit on the desk, on top of the notebook. Her legs spread just enough to show herself to Olivia. “I mean, what do you want?” Olivia asked.
Maggie squirmed slightly on the desk. “What I want I cannot have. I could get used to being… available to your whims.” The pale skin of Maggie’s cheeks turned red with a blush; her smooth infantile lips turned red with arousal. “I don’t want to tell you no, but I want some say in what I do and how I do it.”
Olivia lowered her head again to rest it in Maggie’s cool lap. “And if my whims are that you are horny and needy?” She pressed her lips to Maggie’s mound and kissed just above her slit.
“That… wouldn’t change much, Liv.” She reached down of her own will and stroked her fingers through Olivia’s hair.
Olivia jut her tongue out and licked at Maggie’s hood once, and sat back up. “It’s really tempting to use my binding on you. It’s really hard not to force you to do things to me. I don’t like that, and I don’t like that it can happen when I’m not trying.”
Maggie slipped from the desk and turned around to sit in Olivia’s lap. She turned transparent and weightless as she moved; Olivia forced the erotic thoughts from her mind. Olivia picked up the pen and resumed writing, her arm passed through Maggie on occasion in the process.
“What are you working on, anyways?” Maggie asked. She traced her finger along the line of text Olivia wrote and mouthed the words to herself. It was not in English, but in the ancient script Olivia’s coven used.
“I’m trying to come up with a spell or incantation that would let me change the bind, but none of it makes sense.” Olivia said. She tapped her pen against the page several times; the ink disappeared from the page. She tossed her pen at the wall in frustration.
“Why did that happen?” Maggie said in confusion.
“The spell wouldn’t work, so the book erased it from existence.” Olivia said. “This is hopeless.”
“You could write it out again and change it until it works.” Maggie suggested.
“Maggie, the book erased the spell from my memory, too.” Olivia said. She lowered her hands to Maggie’s lap which solidified under her touch. “I need to take a break.”
“I’m not turning solid or being pulled to my knees… so what kind of break are you going to take?” Maggie asked. Olivia rolled her eyes and pushed the book away. She dragged her laptop out and opened the lid. “What a strange typewriter.”
Olivia stopped for a moment of contemplation. “What’s a typewriter?” Fiddled awkwardly with the trackpad; she tried to reach around Maggie before she gave up and simply extended her arms through the ghost to use the computer.
Maggie tilted her head and watched the screen. “What magic is this?”
“Technomancy.” Olivia snidely remarked. “It’s not magic, just a computer.” She said and browsed around to a few of her normal haunts on the internet. “Though there is such a thing as technomancy, this just isn’t it.”
“What is this? What are you doing?” Maggie asked. She watched Olivia’s curser glide across the screen.
“It’s the internet. It’s for looking at cats and porn.” Olivia said. She opened a bookmark to a page that showed both. “I mean, I probably will use it to try and find help with our problem, but it’s mostly cats and porn.” Olivia’s arms were slowly pushed apart by Maggie’s body.
“You’re getting aroused.” Maggie announced as her body solidified in Olivia’s lap.
“No… Not any more than I normally am. This is all you.” Olivia said and kissed the back of Maggie’s neck.
Maggie stared at the page as Olivia slowly scrolled it. “How uh… many have you…been with?” She asked.
Olivia stopped scrolling the page. “A few people. Why?”
“A few? You’re thirteen…” Maggie said. She sounded more disconnected than distressed at the answer. “How many is a few?”
Olivia didn’t answer for a moment. “I’ve slept with a dozen girls more than once, and one boy a couple of times.” She eventually said. “About the same for girls I’ve only seen once.” She added. Maggie slumped her shoulders and leaned back into Olivia. “Is that a problem?”
“I really am bound to a harlot.” Maggie whispered to herself, but Olivia heard her. “I think I’m ok with that.” She took in a sudden breath as Olivia’s hand found Maggie’s slit. The living girl slowly stroked the ghost’s lips. Of her own volition, Maggie spread her legs and rolled her hips forward.
“I’m glad. I don’t think that will ever change.” Olivia said. She hooked her finger and pressed it slowly into her ghostly companion. The tip of her finger pressed against Maggie’s front wall in search of something. When she found it a grin grew on her lips; she flicked her finger firmly against the spot in relentless waves.
Maggie’s hands reached down and gripped onto Olivia’s thighs and squeezed tightly, her nails dug into Olivia’s flesh through the girl’s thin pants. Her hips lifted from Olivia’s lap as through pulled by Olivia’s finger. She panted silently as she grew closer to her climax.
“Hold your breath.” Olivia whispered, and Maggie complied. Her body convulsed against Olivia and her walls clenched on Olivia’s finger. Air exploded out of her lungs through her nose as her body contorted in orgasm.
Maggie’s body drifted into incorporeity. Oliva lifted her hand to her eyes. “Huh. Wet.” She mused, and licked her fingers clean. “I’ll have to ask the others about this.”
“Others?” Maggie panted out.
“I have to go to the coven to ask about you… I’m stumped.” Olivia said and Maggie nodded. Maggie leaned back and rest against Olivia, weightlessly resting against the girl. “They will be very interested in you.”
“I don’t know if I like that or not.”
Services
“I have been in cellars for dark magic rituals before. There were never this many pillows.” Maggie mused as she descended the stairs into Alana’s basement. The room was as you would expect for a coven of angst-ridden, hormone driven teen witches; the predominant color was black and the room smelled distinctly like sex. Strewn around the room were piles of pillows and no other furniture. Sheets hung over the basic accoutrements of a basement, like the washer and dryer, to hide them.
A girl pushed past Olivia and walked through Maggie in their rush to the basement. “I don’t think I am going to get used to that.” Maggie said with a frown. Olivia restrained herself from responding to Maggie. “Why aren’t you talking to me?”
Olivia stopped at the bottom of the stairs. After letting two other girls pass her by, she leaned in to whisper to Maggie. “No one else can see you, or hear you. I would just look crazy talking to you.” Olivia said. She nodded in the direction of a group of girls, the youngest there. She walked over and sat in the pillows with the other three.
Two of the girls, identical in appearance, quickly flanked Olivia. The two appeared to be the same age her, and slightly taller. The third girl looked to be a few years younger than Olivia. The twins, Selina and Elina, wore short shorts and tight tank tops. The younger girl, Rene, and Olivia were dressed in miniskirts and crop tops. Rene’s belly had a very slight bulge.
Maggie looked around the room. The other girls there all looked about Kae’s age – nineteen or older. They were all similarly scantily clad. “You all dress like sluts…” she said to herself. Olivia glared at the nude ghost for a moment.
Olivia turned to look at Kae and Alana. The older girls gestured wildly at each-other, but their whispered argument didn’t carry to where Olivia sat. Maggie followed Olivia’s gaze with her eyes. “Do you want me to listen in?” Maggie offered. Before Olivia could respond, she walked over and stood between the older girls.
“I told you why not.” Alana whispered to Kae.
“It’s nothing we haven’t done a thousand times. It’s even in your damn book. She, and her magic, belong just as much as anyone else’s.” Kae retorted.
“You don’t have the right to just…” Alana was interrupted.
“You don’t have the authority to exclude them.” Kae said. “She is part of this coven. She needs help.”
“Yeah, and what about the fucking thing attached to her?” Alana asked.
Kae took a moment to respond. “It’s part of her, so it’s part of the coven, too.” Kae sighed. “They are looking at us; we should probably just start with who’s here. I don’t think the other circles are coming.”
Maggie returned to Olivia to find her sitting between Selina’s thighs, with her back to the girl, and Rene in her lap. Olivia stroked gently over Rene’s belly. “They are arguing about you and me.” Maggie said, and sat down next to Olivia. Olivia discreetly nodded at Maggie and snuggled back into Selina.
Alana and Kae separated and joined their respective cliques, with forced fake smiles plastered on their faces. The girls, Olivia included, spread out from their clusters into a large circle on the floor just inside the ring of pillows. The girls, except for Rene who sat, knelt on the cold hard floor and held hands. Olivia discretely motioned for Maggie to kneel in front of her.
Maggie moved to where Olivia indicated and knelt facing her. “What’s going on? Some sort of ritual?” Maggie asked, and Olivia subtly nodded.
Alana started to speak, but it wasn’t in English; Maggie didn’t understand it, but she did recognize the cadence. Just as Maggie expected, when Alana stopped to take a breath, the rest of the girls responded in unison. The call and response in the unknown language continued for several rounds before the girls broke their hand-hold and began to strip.
The older girls mostly grinned as they discarded their clothes – either in a sense of exhibitionism of mild embarrassment. The younger girl, Olivia included, giggled as they undressed. Maggie was awestruck at the sight. She had never seen so many naked women at a single time. She couldn’t force herself to look away from the bodies; the girls ran the gamut of petit and flat chested to athletic and full chested, not to mention the younger girls whose bodies had yet to fully develop womanly features.
Selina furrowed her brow at a few drops of moisture that spontaneously appeared in front of Olivia. “Liv…” She whispered and pointed at the slowly growing pool. “What’s that?”
“We’re in a basement. It’s probably the pipes dripping or something.” Olivia said with a shrug. She lied. She could see the puddle forming under Maggie – the moisture dripped from her lips in arousal.
Maggie crawled closer to Olivia and rest her head on Olivia’s shoulder. “I want to…” She started to speak.
“Touch yourself, its ok.” Olivia whispered as softly as she could.
Maggie nodded slightly and moved away from Olivia. She crawled around the circle to kneel in front of a girl next to Kae. The girl had a toned body and small pert chest. Maggie sat back on her ankles and gazed at the girl’s body while her hand slipped between her thighs. She slowly stroked her own lips.
A soft murmur of conversation grew in the lull of the service – that came to an abrupt end when Alana spoke. “Rene, come forward to the circle.” The older girl instructed.
Rene giggled and crawled on her knees to the center of the circle; Olivia gave her ass a playful swat as she moved away, and the girls redistributed themselves to keep the circle unbroken. The youngest girl, not even a teen yet knelt in the center of the circle. She held her belly with one hand, and stroked over the top of it with the other.
Maggie moved to lay in front of Rene. She rested her head on the floor between the youngest girl’s knees and gazed up at her baby-like lips. Her fingers slipped into herself and rhythmically thrust.
“I’m told you have something you want to share with the coven?” Alana said with a sly smile. “I think you can skip the part we hadn’t already guessed.”
Rene grinned and shook her head a little in mild embarrassment. “Well… I’m… uh… pregnant, and it’s a girl.” She said with a shy blush. The other girls in the circle ‘awed’ in unison.
“Have you picked a name?”
“Have you picked a godmother?”
The questions came several times from several of the girls. Alana silenced them with a wave of her hands. “Congratulations, Rene. I think I speak for everyone when I say we can’t wait to welcome her.”
Maggie clenched her eyes and writhed on the floor. She didn’t care that Rene had crawled away, or that she was in the center of a large circle of people looking in her direction. She had reached her edge and needed to climax.
“Olivia, I’m told there is something you need to talk to the coven about? Please come forward.” Alana said. Alana was obviously uncomfortable with where this was going.
Olivia crawled on her knees to the center of the circle and face Alana. Maggie slowly pulled herself up to sit and lean against Olivia. Maggie whispered to Olivia “How old is she anyways?”
“Eleven.” Olivia whispered under her breath. “I performed a ritual…” Olivia said out loud. “I communed with a ghost, like we talked about last month.” Olivia said and dryly swallowed. “It had some… uh… unexpected effects.”
“What happened?” Alana said with a sigh.
“I bound a ghost who had died by sacrificing themselves to whoever was summoning their soul.” Olivia mumbled out almost too fast to understand. “And now she’s here. I mean, permanently bound.”
“What do you expect…” Alana started to say but stopped herself. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “What can we do to help?”
“I need help changing how she is bound. I can disband the bond, but she will fall into…well… nothing. I don’t want that, and she definitely doesn’t want that.” Olivia said while turning to address the rest of the assembled coven. “I don’t know how to do that.”
“That’s not a kind of magic we do.” Alana said. “This coven only practices seven of the eight schools.”
“But we commune with ghosts. That’s not one of our seven schools. We do it all the time.” One of the older girls, Shauna, objected.
“We don’t know any spells or rituals for this, though. Trying to help might just make things worse.” Another girl, Lauren, said.
“But we can support one of our sisters, even if we cannot do what she needs. Someone here must know a necromancer.” Kae said. Her final word stung some of the assembled girls.
“I know someone.” Lauren said. She sighed softly. “I’ll tell her your coming tomorrow.”
“Do you think they can help?” Olivia asked.
“Yeah it’s the kind of thing she does.” Lauren said. A shiver shot down her spine.
“Is there anything we can do for you, tonight?” Alana asked.
“Well…” Olivia started. “I kind of want you to meet her. We can do that, right?”
A low murmur built in the room as the girls discussed the situation. Some ideas were shouted across the circle and either rejected or added to other ideas. An older girl, Dawn, spoke up. “We have an idea. It will take four of us… the ones closest to Olivia would be ideal.”
“Liv, who’s closest to you?” Alana asked. The room hushed quickly.
Olivia looked around the room and bit her lip. “Selina, Kae, uh, Rene, and…well… you, Alana.”
Maggie looked at Olivia. “What are you basing ‘closest’ on, exactly?” Olivia nervously swayed and didn’t answer. “You based it on how much sex you have had with them.” Maggie said with a sigh. The four named girls approached and encircled Olivia. Maggie moved to press against Olivia, mostly so that she wouldn’t be stepped through.
“What do we do?” Alana asked with a sigh.
“Just do a basic commune rite with Liv as both the focus and offering.” Dawn said. “Nothing exciting.” The four girls nodded and began a slow chant in a language that Maggie still didn’t understand. The outer circle of girls tightened up, and participated in a call and response with the four. There was no flash or great magical disruption – Maggie simply faded into existence for all of them – nude as the day she sacrificed herself.
The chanting stopped somewhat suddenly, and the group stared at Maggie. “This is Maggie.” Olivia said.
Maggie meekly smiled and waved. “Hi…” She said.
“Now what?” Alana asked.
“Closing rituals?” Olivia offered. “Plus one.”
“How about we just…cut to the chase. I need to relax.” Alana said with a smirk. She knelt down and pushed Maggie back into Olivia. Selina helped pull Olivia onto her back and laid down next to her; she slid her arm between Olivia and Maggie, and kissed Olivia. Kae laid Rene on her back and kissed the young girl. The other girls paired off and retreated to the pillows.
“This is just weird.” Alana mumbled as she started to kiss down Maggie’s body. “Cold…” she commented as her lips met Maggie’s smooth-soaked pussy. Maggie let out a low long whine – her hands cupped the back of Alana’s head and her hips slowly lifted to meet Alana’s mouth.
Selina slid her fingers along Olivia’s slit. She quickly, and with little foreplay, pressed her fingers into Olivia and caused her to buck hard. Olivia’s mouth opened and her tongue danced with Selina’s.
Alana pulled Maggie’s legs over her shoulders and pressed her tongue out; she sucked gently around Maggie’s clit and rocked her head forwards and back. Small pleasured noises vibrated up her tongue to Maggie’s cold nub, sending shivers up her spine. The young ghost quickly climaxed again, and Olivia was not far behind.
The thirteen girls traded position and partners several times until they ended in a snuggling mass with the occasional fingering pair. “I still don’t like that we did that kind of magic.” Alana said to Olivia. “I don’t really want to do it again.”
Sleepover
Olivia’s cheek twitched slowly for a moment before her eyes opened. A rush of pleasure filled her waking mind. “Maggie… Sorry.” She said. She didn’t even have to look to know who was between her legs.
Maggie crawled up Olivia’s body slowly and laid against her. “It’s ok.” The ghost whispered.
Olivia glanced around the room, her brow furrowed in confusion for an instant. “Where are…oh yeah.” It took her a moment to recognize Alana’s bedroom. She kissed Maggie’s forehead and wiggled her shoulder gently out from under Selina’s cheek. The mattress squeaked under her as she moved and the sound caught the attention of Kae and Alana.
“You’re up again?” Kae said, barely speaking above a whisper to not wake Selina. She and Alana sat on the floor in the corner of the room, and had been talking until they noticed Olivia.
Olivia nodded a little and pulled herself up to sit with Maggie in her lap. She gently stroked over Selina’s hair. “I haven’t slept much since… you know.”
“Do you want something to help you sleep?” Alana asked. Olivia shook her head.
“Can we talk about something?” Maggie asked. No one objected so she continued. “Rene… She’s eleven and is already with child. She doesn’t even look like she had… blossomed yet.”
“She wanted a baby, we couldn’t convince her to wait, or that she probably wasn’t ready… and she did something about it. Probably some transmutation of herself and enchantment of a boy, but she won’t tell me what exactly she did.” Kae said with a shrug. Selina stirred a little next to Olivia, so Kae lowered her voice. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, but it’s not my body.”
“So your coven is not entirely… Sapphic?” Maggie asked in a lowered voice.
“You mean gay?” Olivia asked, and Maggie shrugged.
“Most of us are bi, but Selina is gay, Dawn is gay… Liv…” Kae started to say.
“I’m Bi.” Olivia interjected.
“There’s one or two girls in the coven who are straight, but they weren’t here last night.” Alana said. “At least, as straight as you can be in a coven that practices lesbian sex magic.”
“What about the sudden orgy at the end of…” Maggie started to ask.
“I was horny and stressed out, and really didn’t want to lead an hour long ritual which really doesn’t do anything.” Alana smirked. “We formed this coven because we are witches who want to have a lot of sex. The closing rituals are supposed to reinforce that with a lot of magic and sex. We did a lot of magic last night, and I just wanted sex after that.”
“And then we came up here and had sex with our girlfriends.” Olivia said while she lovingly stroked down Selina’s bare back.
“Some of our girlfriends, at least.” Kae added.
Maggie watched Olivia’s hand and squirmed in the living girl’s lap. “You and Selina are…” Maggie started to ask, and Olivia nodded. “What’s the difference between that and just who you sleep with?”
“I don’t know.” Olivia said with a slight shrug. Selina rolled over to her back but remained asleep. Olivia’s hand resumed the gentle caress on the girl’s cheek. “She’s just… special to me.” Olivia looked up at Maggie. “You’re special to me, too.”
Maggie faintly smiled at Olivia. She returned her attention to the older girls in the corner. “And you two are… special to each other?”
Kae and Alana looked at each other before answering. “Yes we are dating, and have been on and off since we were like…twelve.” Kae said. “And we are not exclusive.”
Maggie nodded and looked away from them. She stared blankly at the wall for a while.
“What’s with the twenty-questions?” Olivia asked.
“This is all really weird to me.” Maggie said. She settled her chin into the crook of Olivia’s shoulder.
“You performed a ritual out of the same books we use – surly you had a coven or at least a circle.” Alana asked.
“I was alone. I don’t think anyone else practiced magic then.” Maggie said. “At least around here.”
Olivia turned Maggie’s head to face her and kissed her. “It doesn’t matter, you’re here now.” Olivia said. Maggie wrapped her arms around Olivia and hugged her tightly. Maggie’s arms started to pass through Olivia. “I think it’s starting to ware off.” Olivia said. The morning twilight had broken and the sky turned from black to a very dark blue.
Selina’s eyes slowly opened, and she pulled herself up onto her elbows. “What’s going on?” She said with a yawn. She reached out to touch Maggie’s thigh and her hand passed through the ghost. She furrowed her tired brow. Selina could barely see light passing through the girl. “Oh…”
Olivia closed her eyes and focused on her thoughts. Moments later Maggie start to rub her thighs together with whining whimpers. Selina’s hand was slowly pushed out of Maggie as the ghost re-solidified. She moved her hand to touch Maggie’s thigh again, and gently stroked the ghost’s cool skin.
“I’m getting tired of only being physical when you make me horny.” Maggie sighed out.
Olivia smirked a little and shrugged. “At least you can be touched by more than just me now.”
“Are you three going to…” Alana started to ask, but was interrupted by Kae.
“Mind if we watch?” Kae said.
Selina rolled her eyes at Kae before she crawled over Olivia’s leg. Maggie squirmed in Olivia’s lap to roll over, her legs spread and laid on the outside of Olivia’s; her lips were already wet and red with the induced arousal Olivia had given her.
Selina nuzzled the inside of Maggie’s thigh and gently kissed at Maggie’s puffy lips. She looked up Maggie’s body with a soft smile on her lips. “If you don’t want this, I can stop.” Selina said. She yawned once from still being partially asleep, the cool breeze from her lips sent tingles up Maggie’s spine.
“I… But you and Olivia…” Maggie stammered.
“You’re part of Liv – and a part I like, so far.” Selina said. She pressed her tongue to Maggie’s slit and slid the tip along the length of her crease. Maggie didn’t say anything else – she just let out a long low groan. Selina smiled and continued her slow lapping of Maggie’s slick slit. Her pace was slow and deliberate – she wasn’t trying to get Maggie off.
Olivia reached around Maggie and put her hand on the back of Selina’s head, her fingers slowly stroked through her girlfriend’s hair as she cooed gently in Maggie’s ear. Maggie slowly writhed in Olivia’s lap and made small pleasured sounds. “Do you like this?” Olivia whispered her question in Maggie’s ear, and the young ghost emphatically nodded.
Selina circled her tongue slowly around Maggie’s engorged clit, but was careful not to touch it yet. She pulled back a bit and pursed her lips to blow a cool stream of moist air on Maggie’s wet flesh – an act that elicited a long whimper from the ghost.
Selina crawled up Maggie’s body and pressed her lips to Maggie’s in a kiss. Her hand cupped Maggie’s mound and she pressed her fingers into the ghost to slowly thrust. Olivia wrapped her legs around Salina’s and stroked lovingly along her girlfriend’s spine. Maggie writhed between the two warm bodies and rocked on the fingers inside her. She clenched her eyes and let out a moan into Selina’s mouth – her body stiffened and clenched on Selina’s fingers in climax.
Selina pulled back from Maggie and brought her wet fingers to her own lips to suck clean of the ghost’s juices. Maggie rested back against Olivia and panted softly. In her afterglow, Maggie slowly faded to near invisibility, even to Olivia.
“Liv-love, what are you going to do about her when school starts up in the fall?” Selina asked out of the blue.
The Lighthouse Café
Smoke billowed around the booth that Kae, Alana, Clara, and Dawn inhabited, not that anyone else in the dinner cared, or even noticed. A cigarette hung from Kae’s lips and supported a long shaft of ashes that hung precariously over her cup of coffee.
“Did you get any sleep last night?” Dawn asked while she chewed on some hash browns. Kae and Alana shook their heads; the ash of Kae’s cigarette fell onto the table after barely missing her coffee. “Insatiable.” Dawn said with a smirk.
“We talked, mostly.” Alana said followed by a yawn. “And watched Liv and company screw for a while.”
“What did you talk about?” Clara asked. Her hand disappeared under the table. Seconds later Dawn jumped from her seat, and swatted at Clara’s arm.
“Nothing fun.” Kae mumbled. “Our younger colleges.” She said, with emphasis on ‘younger’.
“We aren’t their parents.” Dawn said as she settled back into her seat. “We don’t have to worry about them.”
“Aren’t we?” Kae asked rhetorically as she butt out her cigarette and sipped her coffee. “The twins’ parents barely know they exist – you have been babysitting them since they were five, when was the last time their parents even talked to you about them?” She asked.
“About when they were five.” Dawn admitted with a shrug.
Kae put her mug back on the table and searched her pockets for another cigarette. “Rene has been all but disowned by her mother – she has been couch hopping around the coven, and Liv has pretty much seen me as a mother since hers died.” She lit a cigarette and took a long drag. “I feel responsible for them.”
“How responsible? Are you taking responsibility for Liv’s pet, or for Rene’s kid? Or for whatever the hell trouble the twins are going to get themselves in?” Alana said. Annoyance was apparent in her voice, and the response was practiced – as if she had been giving it all night.
“We gave reality bending power to preteens. Yes, we need to let them make their own mistakes, but we can’t just abandon them.” Clara said. She pushed a home fry around her plate with a fork.
“I’m not suggesting we abandon them, but we can’t take on every single one of their mistakes.” Alana said. She scooted around the booth and rest her head on Dawn’s shoulder.
“Alana…” Kae sighed. “What about Alex? You remember Alex?”
Alana glared at Kae. “Yes. I remember Alex. Let us not speak of him again.”
“You made a mistake, as big, if not bigger than Liv or Rene. You only had to live with it for a couple of weeks.” Kae said, and sipped her coffee more. “Besides, you liked being a boy for a while.” Kae stuck her tongue out at Alana. Alana sneered at Kae. “Our old coven was older than we are now, and we were about Liv’s age. They helped us a lot, and we really should do the same.”
“Out of curiosity, what was the other options you two discussed instead of sleeping or having copious amounts of sex?” Dawn asked while softly stroking over Alana’s thigh.
“Ask the coven to strip the girls of magical ability and bind them to never be able to perform again.” Alana mumbled. Dawn and Clara winced at the idea. “I don’t like it either, but it sounded like a good idea at the time.”
“So what do we do?” Clara asked. She pushed her shoes off with her feet, and lift them to rest in Kae’s lap.
Kae squirmed so that Clara’s feet pressed against her between her thighs. She let out a soft sigh. “We teach them as best we can, support them in what they want to try, advise them when they need help, and let them make their own mistakes.” Kae said. She slowly rubbed herself against Clara’s heal. “And when they screw up badly, we don’t abandon them.”
“So what do we do about Liv’s pet?” Alana said. “We really should get a room after breakfast.” She muttered.
“There is nothing we really can do for Liv and Maggie, unless we want to learn an entirely new school of magic.” Kae said with a yawn. “And if we got a room, we would just end up sleeping.”
“We’d keep you awake.” Dawn and Clara said in near unison, to which both Kae and Alana groaned in unison.
“We sent Liv to the necromancers we know, and I think that is about all we can do, other than support them.” Kae said. “Other than, you know… doing something Liv would hate us for forever.”
“And Rene?” Alana asked. She pressed her lips to Dawn’s neck and kissed several times.
“So Rene is a lot more complicated.” Clara said. She pointed her toe to press it against Kae; Kae closed her eyes and shivered. “Rene’s bitch of a mom is probably going to try and force Rene to put it up for adoption, which is unacceptable. Rene might end up fostered if she doesn’t. It’s horrible.” The girls stared at each other for a moment. “I think we all just had the same thought.”
“It would sure as fuck shut my mother up about getting her grand-babies.” Kae said with a smirk.
“If it comes to that, we can deal with it.” Clara said. She retracted her foot from Kae and put money on the table for the bill and tip.
The Apartment Above Intense Incense and Candles
Kae fell into the sofa and her eyes instantly closed. In a matter of seconds her mind had drifted and her body fell into sleep, for what felt to her like hours. She slowly woke as she felt finger’s puller her shorts down to her knees. A moment later she felt a cold silicon tip press against her rear opening.
“Lube…” Kae mumbled into the arm of the sofa. Her eyes shot open and she pulled herself forward “Lube! LUBE!” She yelled in a panic which was met with a giggle from Dawn. Kae took a few panic breaths and looked back at her lover. “Lube.” She frowned.
“You’re a girl. You are self-lubricating.” Dawn said with a smirk.
“Not in that hole!” Kae said with a pout. She pulled her knees forward and lifted her ass in the air. “The other one.” Kae yawned and nuzzled the arm of the sofa. Her lips glistened in perpetual arousal from years of being a practitioner of her chosen magic.
Dawn leaned forward again, and guided her toy – a strap on – to Kae’s waiting lips. She slowly stroked the tip of the toy against Kae to build moisture. She let the shaft of the toy glide against Kae’s hardened nub several times before she pressed into the girl. She held on to Kae’s hips and pulled her back against the toy.
Kae let out a low moan of pleasure as the toy split her open. She pushed back against Dawn to take the toy deeper into herself – to feel herself stretch. Dawn bucked her hips slowly – she pulled the toy almost entirely out of Kae before plunging it back in; her hips slapped against Kae’s ass and pushed her into the sofa.
Kae gripped the sofa to hold on, and push back into Dawn’s thrusts. Her pleasure grew quickly as did her grip on the toy slamming into her. “Close…” She panted out.
“Already?” Dawn asked. She sped up her thrusts in an effort to postpone her partners coming climax, but it was too late. Kae had already started to hold her breath and arch her back in orgasm. “You’re easy.” Dawn said as she came to a stop. She laid atop Kae as they both collapsed into the couch. Kae didn’t respond to being called easy; she had already fallen back asleep.
Sandra P. Britton Memorial Library at the Vitae Nova Society
“Is this the place?” Selina asked with a furrowed brow. She checked her phone again to see where on the map they were and the location they were sent, and found they were the same, furthering her confusion. She stared at the non-descript building in the middle of an office park. “Huh.”
“What were you expecting? A creepy castle on a mountain top?” Olivia asked with a smirk. She pushed on Selina’s shoulder playfully.
“Actually, yes. That would be exactly what I was expecting.” Selina said.
“We live in America, there are no castles; and there aren’t any mountains anywhere around here.” Maggie said. The nude ghost walked behind the girls as they approached the glass door of the building. “Huh. I’m not casting a shadow.” She said out of the blue. Olivia and Selina stopped and looked at the girl for a moment. “Oh, right.” Maggie shrugged.
Olivia shook her head and pressed the button next to the door to get buzzed in. “Do you have an appointment?” A voice from the small speaker asked.
Olivia jumped from being startled by the voice. “Uh, yes. Liv Rutledge.” The door buzzed loudly and Selina quickly opened it. The girls and their ghost briskly walked inside.
“You pressed the button on an intercom, what did you expect?” Selina asked with an outstretched tongue. Olivia returned the rude expression.
The girls walked up to a reception desk and waited to be seen. A woman in her early twenties came out of a back room and sat down at the desk. She looked through a few papers before addressing the girls. “You have an appointment to speak to one of our archivists, uh, Stephanie it looks like.” The woman shuffled more papers then looked at the girls for a moment. “Aren’t you a little young to… Never mind. Stephanie is in the archives. You can wait for her in the library.” The woman gestured to a large double door with a slight smile.
Olivia nodded at the woman and she started off to the library with Selina. The two stared at each other for a few uncomfortable seconds. “Please tell me you are at least a little creeped out too?”
“She was nice.” Maggie butted in to say.
The three walked into the library – a dimly lit room filled floor to ceiling with old leather bound books and antique furniture. “This is more of what I was expecting.” Selina muttered. They were alone in the musty smelling room. A thin layer of dust had built on the tables and shelves. Selina walked aimlessly through the maze of shelves with Maggie in toe – Olivia had elected to stay in the central reading area.
“I know some of these books.” Selina whispered as she ran her finger along the spines. She took a book with alien looking symbols inscribed in the spine and flipped it open. “This is what Alana and Kae used to form the coven.” Selina raised her eyebrows at a particularly sexually graphic plate. “We haven’t done this, yet.”
Maggie gazed at the picture for a long while. “That has to hurt her back… and probably would break the chair.”
Selina looked over the shelves. “All of these books are sex magic… well some are just plain sex manuals.” Selina furrowed her brow. “I wandered randomly to the sex section of a necromancer’s library.” She shivered. Maggie reached out and pulled a book off the shelf. “How can you…”
“I’m horny.” Maggie answered quickly. She flipped through the pages slowly and Selina watched over her shoulder. Selina’s hand slid down Maggie’s belly slowly as they read – or more accurately as they ogled the graphic plates in the ancient book.
Maggie lifted her leg and rest her foot on one shelf; she rested the book on her knee. Selina’s hand drifted lower. The living girl’s palm gently pressed against Maggie’s mound, her finger’s stroked either side of Maggie’s slit.
“Someone could see.” Maggie whispered as her body pressed back against Selina.
“They can’t see you, remember?” Selina said with a smirk. She curled her fingers and pressed the tips against Maggie’s opening. The ghost bit her lip to stifle a moan as Selina’s fingers slid into her. Selina’s palm rocked against Maggie’s mound and thrust her fingers into her. Slick noises filled their ears as Maggie whimpered softly in growing pleasure.
Maggie pressed her hips into Selina’s hand and ground against it in time with Selina’s thrusts inside her. Her ass pressed against Selina’s mound through the girl’s jeans. The ghost didn’t last very long – she clenched on Selina’s fingers and let out a long low groaning moan in her climax.
Her moment of ecstasy was broken by the echo of slow applause. Maggie and Selina turned their heads quickly to see a woman in her mid-twenties clapping slowly with a smirk. To her side, a thoroughly embarrassed Olivia hid her face in one hand. Maggie fumbled with the book, and attempted to cover herself. Selina just stepped away from Maggie and cleaned her finger off on her pants.
“I have met many ghosts; none of them were ever horny.” The woman said. Maggie tried to make herself invisible, which only partially worked. “I don’t think I have ever seen one blush, either.”
“This is Stephanie. I’ve asked her to help with Maggie.” Olivia said, though her voice was muffled by her palm.
“From where I stand, I don’t see much of a problem.” Stephanie said.
“We weren’t trying to permanently bind to each other, that’s the problem.” Olivia said. She let her hands fall to the sides with a sigh.
“So tell me what happened.” Stephanie said. She motioned for the trio to follow her to a table in the center of the library, and sat down.
“We uh… we both did rituals to have dream commune with ghosts...” Olivia started. “We found each other in our dreams, I did a ritual to summon her, and she did a ritual to give herself over, and now were stuck.”
“You said sex magic earlier, but I assume that’s just a theme of your practice?” Stephanie asked.
“Yeah. It’s mostly transmutation and enchantment.” Olivia said.
“Is the ghost from your coven or…” Stephanie started to ask.
“No, I died a hundred years ago.” Maggie interrupted to say.
Stephanie looked incredulously between Maggie and Olivia. “You aren’t kidding.” Stephanie shook her head. “You accidently performed powerful necromancy.”
“Yes. That’s the problem.” Olivia said, and laid her head on the table.
“Do you want to reverse it?” Stephanie asked. “I mean, you can reanimate her body, restore it and impress her soul back into it. She wouldn’t exactly be alive, but…”
“She would be a zombie?” Selina asked.
“More like Lich.” Stephanie corrected.
“No, I just want to make it so that she isn’t jenny on the spot when I am the slightest bit aroused. Maybe be seen at will, and wear clothes.” Olivia said. “God knows I’m almost always horny.” She mumbled.
“I can help you learn how to do that; It’s really pretty basic as long as you have a fundamental understanding of magic, which you obviously do, and necromancy, which it sounds like you don’t.” Stephanie said. “I could introduce you to my coven…” She said with a sly smile.
“I sense a ‘but’ coming.” Olivia quipped.
Stephanie glanced at Maggie’s nude, transparent, form. “Leave your ghost with me for the afternoon.”
Olivia raised a brow. “For what?”
“I’ve never been with a ghost. And you are sex mages.” Stephanie said with a smirk.
“Are you really going to whore me out?” Maggie asked Olivia. Olivia took a breath to respond in protest to the accusation, but sighed, shrugged, and nodded. “I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
“I’ll be gentle…ish.” Stephanie said. She turned to Olivia. “Be here at sundown – that’s at… five-to-nine tonight. You’ll get her back in one piece.”
Harlotry
Maggie kept her face buried in Stephanie’s neck as her small, lithe, body ground against the woman’s. Her bare mound rubbed firmly against the top of Stephanie’s slit through her panties. Maggie stroked her hands over Stephanie’s sides and slowly pulled the woman’s shirt up.
“Stop…stop.” Stephanie said as she gently eased the ghost back. Maggie looked confused at the woman. “What am I doing…” the woman muttered.
Maggie pouted at Stephanie for a moment. “For the past half hour we have been fooling around.” She said. She leaned back to sit on Stephanie’s knees. The older woman’s jeans had not been removed, only pulled down enough for Maggie to get access.
“I know that part, but it feels wrong.” Stephanie said, with a sigh. “It feels like I’m raping you.”
“Because Olivia offered me to you? Yeah, that pissed me off, but I’m willing.” Maggie said with a shrug.
“It’s more than that. Why are you willing? That’s the point of the kind of magic Olivia does – it bends the subject’s will and makes them do things they wouldn’t otherwise do.” Stephanie said while she lifted Maggie from her lap and stood up to pull her pants up.
“That’s not all it does; it can’t be.” Maggie said. The ghost sat down on the floor and leaned back against the invisible wall of the chalk circle on the floor. The room was dimly lit by a small series of candles on a side table. It was Stephanie’s bed room in an apartment above the library.
“I’m sure they do plenty from all eight classical schools, and some of the new schools, but if they are following any of the texts on sex magic… it’s mostly enchantments to get people to fuck.” Stephanie pulled her shirt down and walked around the ghost a few times. “It feels wrong… and I’m a necromancer, for fucks sake. I literally enslave ghosts.”
“I’m confused. You don’t want to have sex with me, something I am willing to do, because it feels wrong, but you don’t have a problem enslaving others like me.” Maggie said with a raised brow.
“Don’t ask me to explain it.” Stephanie said. She walked over and sat on her bed – a cloud of dust flew into the air from the disturbed bed. “Talking to you about it makes it worse. Most ghosts are just mindless automata.”
Maggie sneezed from the dust in the air. “I’m obviously not a mindless… whatever the word was you just used, and I want to have sex. What’s the problem?”
“Do you really, or did she do something to you, intentional or not, to make you her ideal sex toy?”
Maggie rolled her eyes. “I don’t know; I don’t think I can know.” She crawled up to sit in the chair and pulled her legs to her chest, in the process, gave Stephanie a good view of her slit. “Do you know how I got into this situation?”
“Olivia told me about the rituals you both performed, yes.” Stephanie said as she pulled her feet up under herself.
“I went into that willing.” Maggie said. She dropped her knees to the side and pressed the soles of her feet together – she showed off her sex shamelessly. “I don’t know if I would be as… amorous as I am if I didn’t do that, but I don’t care.” She lowered her hand to her lap and slowly stroked the outside of her lips.
Stephanie blushed and diverted her gaze away from Maggie. She fell onto her back and rolled away from the girl. “I… uh…”
Maggie’s shoulder slumped. “This has nothing to do with you not wanting to take advantage of me.” She said matter-of-factly. “You like boys.”
Stephanie buried her face in a pillow. “Yes, I like boys.” She mumbled out.
“…And being around Olivia turned you on, and you asked for me.” Maggie continued. “Is that why you are having a problem now?”
“That might be part of it.” Stephanie mumbled. “Though everything I said before still stands.” She turned to say quickly.
“Come here… or let me go over there…” Maggie said. She kicked her foot out, and it bounced off the invisible barrier made by the chalk.
Stephanie fidgeted on the bed for a moment before she committed and rolled off. She grabbed onto a bedpost and pulled it away from the wall, then extended the chalk circle around the bed. Maggie slipped from the chair and tentatively walked passed the old barrier. She crawled onto the bed and knelt at one end. “Do you have… uh… marital aids?” Maggie asked.
Stephanie took a somewhat large vibrating dildo out of her bedside table and handed it to Maggie. Maggie motioned for Stephanie to lay down in front of her, and she did. “Close your eyes.” Maggie instructed. She moved to kneel between Stephanie’s thighs and unbuttoned the woman’s jeans.
“This is still weird.” Stephanie said. She lifted her hips and closed her eyes while Maggie hooked her fingers under the waistbands of Stephanie’s jeans and panties. The ghost wiggled the tight jeans off the woman’s hips and down her legs. She pushed Stephanie’s legs apart and leaned down; she pressed her lips to Stephanie’s mound.
Maggie stuck her tongue out and gently lapped at the top of Stephanie’s slit. She pressed the tip of the toy against Stephanie’s lips and stroked it slowly up and down. Stephanie’s shoulders rolled back; as she relaxed her arousal grew.
“That feels…” Stephanie started to say, but Maggie shushed her.
Maggie crawled up Stephanie. She pressed the back of the toy to her mound and held it there with her hand. She leaned down and pressed her lips to Stephanie’s neck for a kiss. She pushed forward with her hips and thrust the toy into the woman.
Stephanie clenched her eyes and gripped onto the bedspread. She hooked her legs around the back of the ghost’s legs and pulled Maggie against her. Maggie slowly thrust the toy into Stephanie, her hips pressed against Stephanie’s inner thighs.
Stephanie bit her lip and grunted in time with Maggie’s thrusts. Maggie sped up her movements; her thrusts hit deeper and harder inside the woman. She kept her new pace as Stephanie’s body tensed under her. Stephanie wrapped her arms around Maggie and held her tightly as her body convulsed in orgasm.
Maggie thrust through Stephanie’s orgasm, and slowly came to a stop. She turned her head and kissed the underside of Stephanie’s chin. “What did you think about?” she asked in a soft voice. “Boys or girls?”
Stephanie squirmed a little and spoke through soft panting breaths. “I thought about… girls… mostly.”
“Did I turn you Sapphic that easily?” Maggie asked with a smirk. Stephanie rolled her eyes and shook her head.