The coven leader wasn’t unhappy about that; the relatively new initiate could do with a decent man. Monica was an interesting case. The young woman was reluctant to use the power and would consistently settle for less in men than she deserved. She also had a strange quirk: she never went out by herself. Monica would always be with a more attractive coven member, seeming to take a perverse delight in being the "ugly duckling" among swans. Gina ordered breakfast, a paper, and tea. Andrew would eventually find her.
"Bye, Monica," Andy tenderly said. "I like you a lot—you’re a fun person. Somebody ought to snap you up," he finished as she hugged him warmly. "And remember, I ripped off your blouse before I had you under control. I’m sure I’m not the only one who would want to do that."
Monica reluctantly let him go. Andy could read her silent response to his parting comment and wondered if he could use the post-hypnotic command to do something about her poor self-image. She was still consciously ignorant of the code phrase, but he hadn’t removed it. After a minute, he left her for the sun room, still undecided. When he got there, he asked about Gina. James informed him that the coven leader was in her suite. Resolving not to show any false remorse, Andy immediately went upstairs.
She greeted him with, "It would seem that I have a rooster in my hen house," and a smile. Gina wrinkled her nose as she leaned to kiss him. "You need a bath," she said, then turned beet-red when Andy pointedly reminded her that all of his clothes were still in the trunk of the limo from last night. She quickly called the carriage house, apologizing for her lapse. "You are quite possibly the first male I have sincerely apologized to in this lifetime," she laughed. "I will give you that bath… if you wish."
Andy purred as Gina ran the sponge down his back. "So… how is Monica?" the coven leader asked point-blank. He felt a brief surge of panic, having promised the young initiate that he wouldn’t reveal what she liked to do with her command of the metaphysical plane.
"Gina, please don’t probe me. I told her I wouldn’t tell you. I—umm—sorta promised," he pleaded.
"You have no right to make promises that you know you may not be able to keep when it comes to members of the coven," she softly scolded. "I could very easily pick the memories from your brain one-by-one of last night and this morning." She paused for effect, then finished, "But I shan’t pry." Gina had dropped the sponge and was running her hands over Andrew’s torso. "How is your neck?" she whispered, presenting her chest to his mouth. After a few nibbles, he climbed out of the tub and asked if he could dry off first. She nodded—they were going to miss lunch regardless. "I want you very badly, Andrew," she breathed.
Gina cleaned Andrew’s face of her juices. "I like the way I taste on your skin, darling," she happily sighed. "Can I get you—anything?" Her tone was distinctly lecherous. He begged off, saying that he really was too tired. She knew that she could make him ready in two minutes, but Andrew put his arms around her, and Gina decided that she could live with this arrangement for a while. "Perhaps a late lunch will suffice," she said, kissing his nose. "However, I would enjoy attending the symphony this evening." He definitely didn’t want to go. "You realize that I could make you—" He opened his mouth to speak. "—But you trust me not to."
Andy let go of her and admiringly watched her fetch a robe. She tossed him an incendiary look over her shoulder. "Guess I can’t hide anything from you," he said. "Except maybe my—"
Gina waggled her finger in warning and cut off his ability to speak. There weren’t many things she couldn’t do with (or to) a man. "Are you certain that you won’t be attending the symphony as my escort this evening?" He shook his head, pointing at his throat. She shrugged. "Very well. Perhaps I’ll let you speak after I’ve returned." Andrew wrote "TUX?" in the air with his finger. "That’s a very good boy," she grinned.
Sunday morning: the Times crossword, naked, with a partner, over tea, in bed. "What’s a five-letter word for—"
"Coven, darling." Gina kissed him on the neck. "Speaking of which—are you going to be—indulging other members in addition to Monica during your stay?"
"I don’t think so," Andy replied. "I don’t—ummm—like—ummm…" His voice trailed off. How best to explain his recent tomcattish behavior? Rather, how to explain that he really wasn’t like that.
She read his mind. "Many philosophical discussions have taken place on the possibility of being polyamorous. However, traditional Western culture prizes the one-to-one relationship." Gina climbed out of bed. "Andrea, Angie, Susan, Monica, and myself. All outside of your ongoing relationship with Miss Gray. You would never have thought it possible—and in the latter two cases, it’s not purely lust." She put a cigarette into a holder and continued, "Although animal attraction does have a certain—part in it." She smiled as she kick-started Andrew’s sex drive. "I suspect that for some of us it will be curiosity about the blue aura," she blithely continued, then laughed at his indignant thought. "Oh no, Andrew. What makes you believe that you will have any say in the matter? This is a supernatural matriarchy," the coven leader reminded him. "While you are—special, you are still quite male." She returned to the bed. He kissed her left ass cheek. "You are a gifted empath, Andrew," Gina solemnly said. "Those of us in the coven who realize that are highly attracted to you. By your very nature, you are the other half to a soulless succubus, and would be well-matched with any of us. Danielle Gray, however, seems to be the perfect fit." She took a final drag and murmured, "Much to my personal regret," while he was preoccupied by the thin trail of smoke that was leaving her lips.
Andy struggled to keep his concentration on Gina’s words instead of her actions; he was losing. She had mumbled something after the empath part, but—he hadn’t been paying attention. She turned and swept the crossword onto the floor, then carefully moved the tea tray further away from the bed. "Gina…" He felt the blood begin to fill his cock; her magical doing, but in response to his all-too human desire. He never had to say anything to her. Gina always knew.
The coven leader started to teach Andy how to use his aura, in spite of his inability to see it. Being male, he also lacked the instinct for tapping into the metaphysical plane. They were both frustrated with the slow pace of the lessons, consequently, they did not have any more sex during his stay. This was a good thing, because Wednesday night, when Dani returned from her trip, they enthusiastically reacquainted themselves. Thursday, she stayed home to write her report on the trip, while Andy went to work—in a stupor, and just a little bit sore. They made plans to go out dancing after the coven meeting on Friday; Danielle had missed him very much.
Andy waited in the library during the meeting. No men were allowed in the coven room unless they were being judged. He unsuccessfully tried to suppress a shudder at the thought; he knew what that meant. Andy didn’t like being around the castle during meetings, but Dani wanted to go out without wasting an hour in going back to the house to pick him up. He read from one of Gina’s vast collection of books until he heard noises from downstairs. The coven meeting was over—cocktails and hors d’oeuvres were now being served.
Andy went to join Danielle, but Gina intercepted him first. "Hello, darling," she said, giving him a hug and quick kiss. "Nice to see you again." She hung on his arm, looking very comfortable, and invited him for a drink. He saw that Dani was talking with another woman. His girlfriend had a glass of wine in her hand, so he accepted the coven leader’s offer, feeling flattered by Gina’s attention. Susan and Angie came over to say hello. Angie was still bubbly and gorgeous; Susan still had her self-possessed air. Gina didn’t let go of his arm when she paused to speak briefly with any initiates who approached, but it was evident that she was working her way over to Danielle. "No, I’m not going to ask," she chirped. "You two have plans for this evening."
Dani smiled when they got to her. "Thanks for retrieving my little lost piggie, your ladyship." She took Andy’s other arm; Gina simultaneously released the one she had been holding. "Andy, this is Vicki. She’s an ex-marine," Danielle said. She poked his belly with a giggle. "He used to have a little bit of fat around here—but not anymore."
Andy got the feeling that he was being—evaluated, and had a hard time introducing himself, quickly asking, "Ummm… Dani… I don’t mean to rush you, but weren’t we supposed to go dancing tonight?" She smiled at him, her eyes on fire. No, she hadn’t forgotten. He settled in to wait out the conversation, secure and comfortable in Danielle’s presence. Even Vicki’s somewhat indiscreet looks didn’t bother him. He got bored when Dani got another glass of wine; they weren’t going anywhere for a little while yet. He wandered over to the buffet table, hoping to run into Monica or Angie.
"You’re the blue guy," a woman’s voice said. Andy spun to see a slender redheaded woman smiling at him. "Hi, I’m Joanne. Everybody calls me Jo." He introduced himself properly, and Jo said, "Uh-huh. You’re the empathic guy who hangs out with Danielle. Gina—her ladyship—told us about you." She waved at somebody. "I want to introduce you to Caroline."
Caroline was a scholarly looking, pear-shaped woman. She took off her glasses, and Andy fleetingly wondered if she was related to the twins. "I’m a lecturer in Spanish at the local university; I hope to get on the tenure track soon," the blonde said.
"You’re looking well, Andy. I’m Elizabeth, remember me?" The beautiful, petite woman smiled, a dazzling contrast to her jet-black hair. His heart skipped a beat as he carefully began a neutral conversation with Elizabeth. Suddenly, it seemed that he was in the middle of six coven initiates, all chatting away merrily. Only a couple of them were speaking to him, but the others weren’t straying far away. He felt strange, as if he had drawn the crowd by his mere presence. All this perceived attention was making him nervous.
Lia Terry had been giggling over the Johnny Burton scandal with a few of her coven sisters. He was a perfect example of a typical, pathetic male, but he had blackmailed his way into a woman’s bed for the absolute last time. His public shame (engineered by Susan, for whom Lia had a healthy respect) was better than killing him. The slender blonde suddenly noticed that her group had shrunk while she had been musing. Before she could apologize for her lapse, Cindy excused herself to get some more food, leaving Lia alone.
Lia’s good humor vanished when she watched Cindy go to another clump of women by the buffet table. It was a pitiful sight, six grown women hovering around—that man, all acting like bitches in heat. She shook her head disgustedly at the spectacle. The chosen few, the best of all womanhood, were acting like common bar sluts over him. And he would probably fuck them all. Danielle deserved so much better—Lia could not see what interested the poor girl to the point of complete delusion. Dani needed somebody gentle and faithful, like Lia’s own Larry. Her Larry would never even look at another woman, no matter how attractive. Danielle’s—companion (Lia wrinkled her nose distastefully at the word) would go to bed with any female. Just like your average man. The coven executioner quietly sniffled in disapproval and pivoted to leave. She needed to get home to her faithful husband.
Danielle Gray stopped her sentence abruptly, looked across the room and frowned. "Vicki," she sighed, "we’ll have to finish this later—Andy’s getting spooked. I better go rescue him." His disquiet transmitted clearly to her through his aura, and she chuckled to herself as she crossed the room. Her sisters were just getting acquainted with him, but Dani knew how the thought of coven "magic" gave Andy the willies, even though he was perfectly safe from it because of his special nature. If that wasn’t enough protection, there was also his status as "Gina’s chosen" to consider.
"’Scuse me, ladies," Danielle broke in good-naturedly. She didn’t need the power to perceive Andy’s relief—but the sensation of his aura enveloping her still gave her a rush. "I know, sweetheart," she whispered in his ear. "But Andy and I do have a date this evening," she announced to her sisters with mock apology before leading him through a chorus of feminine goodnights. "By the way," she grinned to him at the front door, "we’re taking Gina’s Rolls and a driver, courtesy of her ladyship. I’m not feeling particularly responsible tonight, and I don’t want you to be, either."
The Christmas party at the castle found a multitude of children running around the Grand Hall. A few local dignitaries and some former coven members were there, along with their families. Gina had also brought an entire orphanage to the castle: she adored children. Unable to have any of her own, each Christmas the coven leader would lavish gifts and attention on children who had little of either. Andrew was a big help in entertaining the kids; he had—negotiated with her to set up toy trains and was now acting quite the child, entrancing many of the youngsters with his antics. As well as one of the adults. Now Gina Mansfield was positive that she had fallen in love for the fourth time.
All too soon, the families and children received their gifts and tearful good-byes were exchanged. Gina regretted that she could not keep the orphans happy forever; whether tomorrow or next week, all of them would still lack the caring, loving parents they needed. She fought back tears as the bus pulled away, but felt the cold air recede from around her. Andrew was unobtrusively standing several feet away, watching her carefully. "Thank you for caring," she whispered to the air, grateful for the gift of his aura, then smiled and took his arm to be escorted to the coven’s private exchange of presents.
Each coven initiate got two gifts; one from the coven leader, and one from a randomly drawn sister. Naturally, with such a close group, many of the gifts were risqué. Caroline had drawn Danielle’s name. "We all know how generous you’ve become lately," she began. The assembled group tittered in anticipation as she presented Dani with a rectangular box. "And I think you should be rewarded with what your generosity causes you to miss the most." Everybody laughed long and hard at the fuzzy blue blanket. Andy, the only remaining male, blushed furiously, but it wasn’t over for him yet.
Dani went last, and Vicki was to be the recipient. The tall, slim woman had openly asked Danielle for Andy. He had been avoiding Vicki because her aggressiveness made him nervous. In contrast, Caroline’s shy approach had worked like a charm. After a conversation with Gina, Dani realized that Andy’s de facto status as "community property" meant that she wasn’t going to be able to protect him forever. So… "Vicki, I’m gonna keep this short an’ sweet. You’ve been pestering me, and I give. He’s yours for tonight." Vicki wasted no time in pouncing on her prize. She dragged Andy under the mistletoe and gave him a deep, wet kiss. Danielle wanted to monitor him, but Gina caught her eye with a surreptitious nod.
Andy felt the rush that accompanied Gina’s stimulation of the pleasure centers in his brain. He moaned involuntarily into Vicki’s mouth, which only served to encourage her. She increased the urgency of her kiss, pressing her lower body against his, causing his cock to stir. When they finished kissing, she looked expectantly into his eyes. Andy wanted to run, but felt another, stronger wave swell through his body, and he virtually swooned back into Vicki’s arms. Of course, she took this as a positive sign and gave him another heated kiss.
After the coven leader thwarted his next two attempts at getting away, Andy gave in. He put his hand on Vicki’s hip, and the pair turned to leave the party. Gina remained impassive, not showing any outward emotion until she joined in the hoots and cheers that filled the room. Dani didn’t join in the merriment; she definitely had mixed emotions. A second voice in the room remained mute as well.
New Year’s Eve at Castlereagh was another grand, splendid affair, only slightly smaller in scale than the Halloween Ball. The only thing missing was the pomp surrounding the earlier soiree; Johnny Burton’s replacement was there to cover this party, too. This was just an old-fashioned, albeit black-tie, blowout. Nobody left the castle early. All the non-coven people were ferried home in several limousines that Gina had rented. An afternoon champagne brunch had been scheduled for coven members and guests. A continental breakfast would be available for any early risers.
Andy was one of them. He and Dani had slipped away from the party shortly after midnight, privately welcoming in the new year in her chambers by catering to each other’s fantasies. She had used the holder Gina had given her for Christmas throughout the party, insuring his readiness and energy level. In return, he had let her hypnotize him—but she added the strap-on to the mix. All of that combined to send her to a magical, intense, soul-draining orgasm. She was soundly asleep at nine; Andy had climbed out of bed without drawing so much as a sigh from his still-smiling girlfriend. He decided that some orange juice would be good with his ginseng—he had a feeling that Dani wasn’t quite finished celebrating with him yet.
He was humming happily as he returned from the sun room with an iced bottle of freshly squeezed juice and two glasses. "Hi there." Andy froze at the sound of the familiar voice. It was Lia. And she was wearing a sheer black negligee. She smiled, a not-unattractive thing, especially when her green eyes joined in. "What’s your hurry?" He replied that he was just taking some orange juice back to the room.
Lia evaluated the sincerity of his response—he didn’t even mention Danielle. So she decided to test him a little more. She ran a finger down his chest. "Don’t I get a New Year’s kiss?" she pouted throatily. "I missed you last night," the slender blonde cooed, putting on her best come-hither voice.
Andy didn’t believe what he was hearing from Lia, but her body seemed to confirm what she said. He stopped on the landing. "Sure, why not?" He gave her a peck on the cheek and a friendly smile. "Happy New Year, Lia." After all, she was married.
Now Lia was positive that he was faithless scum. The smile, that lecherous upturn of the lips mocked her, dared her to pursue the matter like her weaker sisters. He was so sure of himself, a strutting cock. He truly believed that no coven member could resist him. Well, she could. And she could help her sisters resist by removing the evil source of their temptation. That would be her legacy to the coven. Lia forced herself to smile seductively, and ran her finger around his neck and ear as she had seen Danielle do. He trembled at Lia’s touch, proving conclusively that he would fuck any woman who showed the slightest interest. Poor Danielle, Lia thought, upstairs, waiting for her juice, but her lover was ready to cheat on her again, trying to seduce her virtuous sister without a second thought.
"That’s not what I meant. You kissed all those other women last night like you meant it with them. You know you want me too, just like them." Lia drew closer and let her hand drop dangerously close to the bulge that was forming at his crotch. The only things separating his cock from her hand were a few inches of air and a thin layer of polyester. "You can be so friendly… I saw you last night with Monica. And this time, Danielle’s not watching. Come on… kiss me," she panted. Lia was so close, so attractive, her body barely concealed, with such beautiful green eyes… "Kiss me… Andrew," she urged, lips parting. He could feel the passion emanating from her body. She wanted him, her desire was flooding the space between their bodies. "Kiss… me," Lia moaned, and Andy was lost, carried away by the fast-flowing current of her supernatural sensuality.
He opened his mouth; their tongues touched briefly, sending a massive electric shock through Andy’s soul. Lia grabbed his head and rammed her tongue into his mouth for a few moments, then pulled back, still holding his face. His mouth tingled with her taste, and it stayed strong. His erection grew.
Lia drew on Andy’s life essence. The wantonness of his kiss was all the evidence she had needed to convict him, and the sentence was death from the coven executioner. He would never be faithful. She had given him more than enough chances. Danielle and Gina would thank her later, after it was all over. The richness of the blue light (which he couldn’t see) caught Lia by surprise, in spite of the stories she had heard about it. It was thick and warm, and it tasted very sweet, unlike the other pigs she had executed. She continued to feed, feeling a glimmer of satisfaction when she heard the ice bucket and juice hit the floor. He was now too weak to hold it any longer.
Andy knew that something wasn’t right—his mouth continued to tingle, and he was losing the feeling in his hands and feet. Lia was still holding his face; she hadn’t moved, but he could no longer see her clearly. Suddenly, he realized what was happening and dropped the juice in shock. She was feeding on him, but the now-unpleasant sensations indicated that she wasn’t just taking a little sample like all the others. Panic flashed through him for an instant; he knew he had to get away. An image of the scantily clad woman abruptly filled his brain, replacing all of his thoughts. He relaxed. Suddenly, he wanted—no, needed Lia more than anything in life. She was everything—a promise of complete ecstasy beyond mortal imagination. It was easy, all he had to do was stand there and adore the beautiful goddess while she fed on him. Don’t fight… just give in… relax… The goddess… Eternity…
The coven leader sat bolt upright in her bed and jumped to her feet. She left her suite on the dead run less than ten seconds after waking. It was Andrew, whose abject panic had cut through her champagne-deepened sleep for a brief instant. It had disappeared by the time she had sat up. Now she could only see one image and hear one word from his thoughts as she flew down the corridor towards the main staircase. It was Lia. As Gina reached the railing, her heart dropped through her stomach. One floor below, the initiate was feeding on Andrew. "Lia!!! NO!!!!" screamed the coven leader, cascading an echo around the Grand Hall.
Lia glanced upwards at the third floor. The coven leader’s misguided entreaty was yet another distraction from her designated task. She had already been forced to corral Andy’s thoughts with the power. He was not weakening as rapidly as he should have, and there had been a very real possibility of him breaking away from her. She redoubled her efforts, trying to finish him before one of her brainwashed sisters could stop her. They would understand everything once he was dead and no longer able to spread his evil influence.
Gina looked on in terror; Lia meant to finish Andrew. It only took an instant for the coven leader to decide what to do. She left her body to find the metaphysical strings that connected Lia with the power. Gina shot her being through them. The cords stretched, then broke as she pushed her way through. She did not hear the scream torn from Lia’s soul, nor did she see the two bodies on the second floor landing collapse. The coven leader had to reassemble her shredded self before she could return to her material vessel. By then, the whole castle was awake and alerted to the presence of a crisis. When she regained her access to the physical world, Gina saw Larry, Lia’s husband, running toward the staircase. She instantly rendered him unconscious by making his brain produce a massive amount of sleep-inducing chemicals.
Gina ran down the steps, yelling for Tricia and Heather as she went. She ignored Lia’s body and knelt next to the unmoving Andrew. His physical life signs were weaker than normal, but steady. The coven leader meticulously inspected his aura: it was dimmer than usual, but not by too much. However, the iridescent black flecks were barely moving. He was only in shock; Lia hadn’t fed enough to cause any permanent damage. "Tricia!!! Heather!!!" The twins arrived on the run as curious faces peered down from the third floor railing. "Heal him," Gina curtly ordered, then summoned two burly servants. "Take him to the library, and bring the twins anything they need. Then stand guard outside. Under no circumstance is anyone—" A plaintive wail came from upstairs. Danielle. "—To enter until the twins are finished."
Gina gracefully spun away to intercept the hysterical Danielle. "Shhh… shhh," she whispered while holding the crying girl. Danielle struggled to reach Andy, but the coven leader held her back with surprising ease. "He’ll be all right. He’s just had a bit of a shock, but the twins will take care of it," Gina cooed, trying to calm the initiate.
"He’s dead… I can’t—feel him, Gina. He’s dead," Dani repeatedly whimpered. It just wasn’t fair. Andy couldn’t be dead. They hadn’t spent enough time together. And it was all because of… Lia. Danielle’s body stiffened. She stopped sobbing and the storm gathered on her face in seconds. "Let—GO—of—me!" she shouted, furious.
The coven leader wisely held on to her and moved a little farther away from the prone, still-unconscious blonde. Danielle’s kick missed Lia by a few inches. Gina looked at Lia; removed from the constraints of the power, the young woman’s aura was beginning to spontaneously re-ignite. A slow swirl of reds, oranges, yellows and greens (women were so much more complex than men) marked Lia’s departure from the coven. It would soon regain its natural radiance and movement. The coven leader’s grip wavered and her legs wobbled. Now that the adrenaline rush was gone, she was feeling the effects of the effort she had expended to sever Lia’s connection to the power.
Danielle sensed the sudden change in Gina’s body. The uncharacteristic weakness turned Dani’s anger into concern for the coven leader. She called for a servant to help her take Gina to her room. "Danielle… I need to… feed. Help me… to the… dungeon," Gina protested in a very strained, weak voice. Danielle shot an angry glare at Lia’s slack body, then supported Gina as they walked down the steps. She left her thoughts in the library, where her boyfriend’s fate lay with Tricia and Heather’s special ability.
Heather looked longingly at Andy. "Oh, stop gaping. I swear, you hardly ever see a guy you don’t want," her mirror image complained.
"Trish—aren’t you… well… curious about him? You’ve heard the same stories I have," Heather said. She looked at her older (by 16 minutes) sister. "I mean, doesn’t it make even you wonder?"
Tricia Wilcox sighed. Her little sister could be very persistent and stubborn at times. This was going to be one of them. Aggrieved, she replied, "Yes, Heather." She pointed at Andy and continued, "But nobody’s going to do anything with him ever again if we don’t get to work." She and her sister had done this sort of thing several times, and it was a responsibility they welcomed. When they had been initiated, the coven leader had taken both of them aside and told them that they showed signs of being "metaphysical healers". Although she had explained that it was not an unusual trait, Gina had been surprised by Tricia and Heather’s particular twist: the twins had to be sexually engaged with each other to initiate the process. Depending on the magnitude of the ailment, it could take several sessions to completely restore an aura.
As they undressed, Tricia added, "But you didn’t hear me say that I was curious about a man. It might ruin my reputation." Both of them chuckled. Yes, the other coven members knew that Tricia preferred women—but it was only a preference. She pushed her sister to the floor. Making it with Heather was always extra thrilling—it was like making it with herself. "Are you ready, my little baby slave?" Tricia growled, knowing that would excite her submissive sister. "Spread your legs—slut," she commanded.
Andy blinked. His body felt like it weighed a ton, and the only thing he could move were his eyes. They told him that he was in the library, but nothing else. He tried to review the events of the day, but it seemed that he had to pry the memories loose before he could watch them. Eventually, he became aware of nearby noises… Female noises… Sexual noises. As they became louder, he found that he could move a little bit, and he rolled on his side to watch the sources of the crescendoing sound.
Heather and Tricia were facing each other, legs scissored and grinding their pussies together. The expression on their faces indicated that they were on their way to mutual nirvana as they moaned and thrashed with unabashed fervor. He just watched, realizing that the two women no longer cared about his presence, and that any interruption at this point would be extremely unwelcome. By the time the twins experienced the final throes of their orgasms, Andy was highly aroused, but afraid to intrude on the afterglow of what had appeared to be a marvelous sexual liaison. He didn’t want to give anybody else a reason to kill him today. Sleepy blue eyes met his, and he rolled away, embarrassed. "I guess we’re finished," Tricia (Heather?) said.
The other blonde sat up with a lazy smile. "That’s Heather, I’m Tricia," she elaborated. "Everybody always asks. Did you get to see much of our little show—never mind. Yes, you did," Tricia snickered while looking at the tent in his sweatpants. She turned to her sister. "Her ladyship gave orders that we not be disturbed until we said we were finished, correct?" Heather nodded, her eyes still slightly distant with afterglow. "Then we’re not finished yet," Tricia snapped. "Take his clothes off, bitch. Maybe I’ll let him lick your pussy and be your master if you’re a good little slut." She saw the shock on Andy’s face. "Oh, my little sister’s submissive—it turns her on to hear stuff like that." He could see Heather flush in response. Her nipples stood up, but the library wasn’t the least bit cold.
"As for you, Andy, I’m curious. I wanna feel you inside and outside of me when you come. Is it as good as I’ve heard?" Tricia asked, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. She straddled him, saying, "I like to be on top. Got a problem with that?" then lowered herself onto his cock while Heather watched. Andy certainly wasn’t going to ask her to stop. "Play with yourself, and watch," Tricia snarled at her sister, who immediately began caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples. Tricia rotated her hips slowly, grinding at Andy’s crotch, gasping. He relaxed, concentrating on the image of Tricia in near bliss, her eyes closed… and she came. "Oooohhhhh… Shiiiit… Andy… Blue… I-I-I" Her body convulsed once, she leaned forward and tried to merge their bodies, kissing him forever.
"Ohhh myyy goddd… I’ve never felt anything like that before," Tricia gasped when she pulled herself together again. She didn’t say anything for a minute, then noticed the fire in her sister’s eyes. "Ummm… Andy. Darling. Are you…?"
He quickly pointed out that he hadn’t come yet. Tricia hadn’t lasted more than a couple of minutes, because Andy had managed to make his aura seize her before he got anywhere near his own peak. The lessons with Gina were beginning to pay off. "Come here, little Heather," he lewdly intoned. "Lie down, and spread your legs. Your new master is going to fuck you deep and hard, whether you like it or not." Tricia kissed him on the cheek and whispered her approval at his tactic. Andy plowed roughly into Heather; she cried out, bucked and wrapped her legs around his ass, grabbing his shoulders. The blonde enthusiastically matched his forceful pounding with powerful counter-thrusts of her own, and he knew he wasn’t going to make her come from just his aura.
It had been an interesting experience. Fucking somebody while she also sat to the side and watched. Tricia took a long hit from a brown cigarette. "Well, I like to watch Heather get fucked really good. It’s sorta like watching myself. It’s a big turn-on," she confessed, unknowingly spurring Andy’s libido as she exhaled. Heather was also smoking, smiling beatifically, evidently lost in her own thoughts. "I’m glad we could help you, though. I don’t know what got into Lia. You are community property, so to speak," Tricia continued. "But we hafta get Danielle’s permission first." She noticed his erection. "You’re ready again?" the blonde asked, surprised at the speed of his—recovery. "Do you want to save it for her or…"
That afternoon, Andy emerged from the library to be met by Dani and Gina, who hugged and kissed him for several minutes. "I’m sorta tired," he softly explained, his lackluster response drawing alarm from both women. The three of them thanked the twins. Tricia asked Danielle if she could give Andy a goodbye kiss. He gave his girlfriend a sheepish smile, and hoped that she wouldn’t be too offended.
Dani knew that smile and whispered, "I don’t care. She cured you, and if that was the price, I’m happy to pay it." She kissed him on the cheek, then quietly added, "I don’t suppose you had any complaints," with a devilish smile. Danielle watched Tricia kiss her boyfriend without jealousy. "Let’s go to the private room. Gina has a buffet waiting for you. I bet you’re starved," she suggested, and the three of them went downstairs while Tricia and Heather headed back to their chambers, citing fatigue. "Shame on you, making a gay girl go straight," she said once Tricia was out of earshot. Andy snickered and Dani giggled, having been unable to resist making the quip.
As they sat down to eat, Danielle complimented Andy on the change in his appearance; a touch of gray had appeared at his temples, the only apparent indicator of his brush with death. "I admire it as well, darling. It adds some—distinction to your face," Gina began, then paused. "You are lucky. Lia was always very efficient when she wanted to be. If it were not for the fact that she was unprepared for your aura, you would have been much closer to death than you actually were." She saw him shiver. "However, she had no idea how very different your aura is. I would think it was rather like trying to drink a jar of honey when one expected water." The coven leader didn’t want either of them to know that she had no idea why he wasn’t injured any more than he was. Lia had meant to kill him, and she certainly had had enough time to do it, regardless of his aura’s richness. Andrew wondered what happened to the woman who had tried to kill him. "She has been—kicked out of the coven," Gina replied to his unspoken question. "She is now a mortal female, and will remain so for the remainder of her life. Her husband will care for her until she has—recovered."
Both Andrew and Danielle raised their eyebrows, but the sentiment was clear from their expressions. They didn’t want to know any details. Being coven leader had its unpleasant moments, especially when it came to maintaining discipline in the ranks. Gina took some comfort from the realization that Lia would have inevitably come to this end. Her negative attitude towards men had always worried the coven leader. Unfortunately, it had not changed with Lia’s happy marriage to Larry. While she clearly adored him, that good will did not extend to any other men. The ex-initiate would also never have left the coven willingly; she had enjoyed being the "avenging angel" far too much. Lia had become increasingly vindictive of late, so it was best that the entire matter had been resolved in the privacy of the castle. Despite the considerable jeopardy to Andrew’s life, it was better than the alternative scenario. Gina had feared that Lia would eventually kill someone in public, and that certainly would have led to the demise of the coven.
Gina looked around the room, and finally rested her gaze on Andrew. Amazingly, he had survived a direct, intentioned attack. For that, she was most grateful. She didn’t know what she might have done to Lia if the woman had succeeded in killing him. "To Andrew, a most hardy, and gentle soul," she declared with a raised glass. Danielle and he joined in the unexpected toast. The initiate showed no sign of possessiveness, acknowledging the benediction with a graceful nod at him. As usual, Andrew was flattered, and genuinely thankful for—his continued existence. Gina sighed aloud; with the Lia Terry dilemma behind her, and with Danielle Gray having matured, perhaps now it would be possible for Gina Mansfield to enjoy this lifetime.