"No thanks," Danielle replied with a bland smile. "I just got this one, and I’m waiting for my fiancé’s flight." His aura dimmed slightly, but it was still pretty bright. Shit. Just what I needed…
"Why a lucky man like him would leave a pretty lil’ thang like you, I don’t know. Seems like an invitation for another man to snatch her away. I sure wouldn’t leave you alone. What’s your name?"
"Danielle, and I’d really like to be alone while I wait," she quietly said, with just the thinnest veneer of politeness to avoid attracting attention. She figured the odds were getting good that she would have to use the power on this guy, and she didn’t want to give anyone a reason to be watching her.
"Oh come on now, Danielle," he said, "I’m just tryin’ t’be a friendly fella. My plane’s been delayed four hours and I figured—"
"You will go back to your table, sober up, and leave any woman you think you’re interested in alone." His face went blank as the power drove the command into his mind. He went back to his table and ordered some coffee, looking slightly confused before he picked up a newspaper. Dani didn’t want him to get as far as third degree harassment, since it probably would have been a pain to get him back for the trial. She checked her watch: 11:10. She sighed and took a sip of her drink. At least it wasn’t watered down.
When Andy finally got off the plane, she rushed to meet him, but was slowed by the impact of his aura as it literally exploded from his body and hit her. Danielle’s eyes fluttered and rolled back in her head for an instant. She instantly cut off her perception of the metaphysical plane to keep from fainting. Her knees sagged slightly as they hugged. "I missed you so much!" she whispered, almost crying. She let his aura envelop her, luxuriating as the world turned a soft, warm, electric blue. Reluctantly, she again closed her perception off—she needed to be able to drive the both of them home—and then she had some plans.
Andy quietly grumbled about the return flight; he had been waiting since early afternoon—he was going to take an earlier flight and surprise her. Unfortunately, that one was canceled due to bad weather, so he wound up on his original flight, which was delayed time and again. "I am really beat tonight, Dani. There isn’t a whole lot of energy left in this body. Waiting for hours on end is the most fatiguing thing I can think of."
Danielle had something else in mind that would wear him out. "I’ll give you a nice back rub and let you unwind," she lied. She could see Andy’s desire for her in the strength of his aura; the fatigue was a state of mind, and she knew exactly how to change that. When they got home, she asked him if he’d like to take a relaxing shower while she unpacked his things. As he shut the bathroom door, she put the suitcase in the corner. She would unpack it for him, but not tonight. Dani undressed quickly, put on a touch of his favorite scent, slipped into a lacy black nightie, and placed one of the custom black cigarettes into a newly acquired violet-and-black holder. Now all she had to do was wait.
It seemed like forever, but the shower finally stopped. Danielle lit the cigarette, crossed her legs and posed. She waited to draw again until she heard footsteps in the hall. Andy came into the room and saw her exhale slowly. "Hello, darling," she purred. "Did you—" Dani took another draw and exhaled deliberately, giving him her most incendiary look. "—Enjoy your shower?" A tent was forming in the front of Andy’s robe, and there was no trace of the fatigue that had marked his earlier demeanor. She smiled as she felt her insides twitch, signaling her readiness for him. "C’mere. I missed you," Dani pouted.
"Why didn’t you just tell me you were horny?" Andy asked during their barely-dressed mid-afternoon breakfast Saturday. "I know I said I was tired, but—hell, you could have even just zapped me, and I wouldn’t have minded."
"Because it wasn’t just a matter of being horny, dear." Danielle replied. "If it was just about being horny, I could zap any guy and get off." She leaned forward in her chair. "I did it because I enjoy seducing you. I like being sexy like you fantasize. It excites me, too. Very much." An involuntary shudder ran through her at the image. She was getting wet again. "Now eat up. You’re gonna need all the energy you can get." Dani ran a finger around her moistened pussy and popped it into her surprised fiancé’s mouth.
Susan Newton was spending some quality time with Lewis on a Saturday night. Steven was out of the country, on loan to a friend. The big black man was bound, spread-eagled on his back with his legs slightly elevated, on her bed. She reluctantly pulled herself off his erection after having ridden him to two orgasms. On the night stand, a bullet-shaped, silver vibrator buzzed quietly. "You know what’s going to happen next," she whispered in his ear. "And there’s nothing you can do to stop it." His cock twitched. She raised the vibrator in front of his eyes and slowly taunted him with it. Lewis’ eyes widened; he struggled against his bonds to no avail. Susan coated the buzzing probe with a generous amount of lubricant as he watched, helpless. His prodigious cock swayed in the air, standing thick and tall, veins bulging. She began to work the vibrator into his exposed asshole, drawing a loud gasp from him. Lewis shuddered and his erection grew even more rigid. She drank some of his cookies-and-cream aura to stave off his ejaculation. His penis lost its stiffness, but not its fullness. Susan grasped it at the base while continuing to work the vibrator in his ass. She ran her filled fist towards the top, over the crown, reveling in his loud, guttural gasp and the electrified jerk of his body.
Eyes shining, she leaned forward to meet his cock with her lips, drawing it into her mouth with a slurp. She bobbed her head rhythmically, taking more of him with each downward stroke, using a gentle suction to increase the friction. His cock grew harder in her mouth, stretching her lips, and his aura steadily grew in intensity, warning her. Susan turned the vibrator on high, and began jacking the bottom half of his penis with her hand, all the while bobbing furiously at the top with her mouth. Her fist was a near-blur; Lewis made a deep, desperate, choking noise, shuddered once, then filled Susan’s mouth with cum. He grunted loudly, his body jerking against its restraints as she continually swabbed the tip and rim with her tongue, swallowing his white flood. She emitted a satisfied purr as the flood turned into an occasional dribble. Removing the dildo caused a final jerk and gush. Susan thoroughly, lovingly, cleaned his cock with her mouth and tongue after removing his bonds. She curled around his large body and happily settled in. The room was quiet, save for Lewis’ loud panting. The bed moved in time with his heaving, brawny chest. Eventually, both faded to nothing.
"You know I love you," his voice softly rumbled.
"And I love you too, Lewis," Susan answered. The past two weeks had been wonderful; no Circle events, no coven obligations, and above all, no Steven. It had been just the two of them—like old times. That was the way it was supposed to be, just she and her soul mate, playing their own private games. She was able to be his Mistress Susan; a woman only he knew. The past two weeks had made her realize how much she had missed that over the past several months. Something was going to have to be done about Steven: his continued presence was beginning to have an impact on her most cherished relationship. She snuggled closer to Lewis, and closed her eyes to sleep. Weighty matters could wait until daylight.
Danielle was enjoying her wine at the kitchen table. Andy was doing something creative at the stove. Every time he left, she missed his culinary skills almost as much as she missed him. She remembered the time she had let that thought slip out. She had been surprised to find that he was very proud of that; she had thought he was going to be offended. But that had been in the early days of their relationship, the first few weeks after she had discovered the blue. Now she knew there was nothing she could not, would not discuss openly with this man. Even if she didn’t want to. Like now.
"You’ve got something on your mind, dear," Andy said. Damn his perceptiveness. "What’s the problem, other than the fact that I’m just plain worn out and we can’t have sex tonight?" With tomorrow being a work day, and given that she had been nearly insatiable for him over the entire weekend, Dani had agreed (with some complaint) to lay off for the next forty-eight hours. His kidding tone faded away. "What’s wrong? Something’s bothering you. I’d like to know what it is."
Pinned down again. "I was wondering—" Dani paused to take a sip of wine to see if it would make this easier to say. Nope. "I was wondering how you’d feel about spending next weekend with Gina." There. She had said it. She felt compelled to add, "It’s very clear that she misses you, but I want you to know that it is your decision." Danielle watched Andy carefully for any sign of his thoughts.
Andy silently turned away from Dani and resumed rubbing fresh basil over the salmon. He had missed the coven leader’s unique charm and her company more than he wanted to admit. He found Gina’s haute couture and her intense desire for him highly attractive. Still, Danielle was the great love of his life. "What about you? How do you feel about it?"
"I’ll be fine, Andy. I can’t keep you away from her; you’re too precious to her, and we both know that our relationship will survive anything you do with her. She doesn’t fall in love with many men. You’re very special." She looked at him and decided that being completely honest was necessary. "If you do go," she slowly began, "I think I need to tell you that I will have a guest for the weekend."
Andy was only a little surprised at that. "Are you going to—indulge your darker side?" Dani tossed her head from side to side for a few seconds, not answering. He decided to rephrase the question. "Scratch that. Are you going to—explore, as Susan would put it?" She nodded. "Then I think I will go spend the weekend at the castle. You need the space." Danielle smiled at him. They knew each other very well.
Steve Hall walked upstairs to Mistress Susan’s office with a little trepidation. He hadn’t ever been summoned there by the dominatrix. It was good to be home again after two weeks of fun in the south of France at Madame Chaillot’s villa. He wondered if that was the reason for this meeting; had Madame said something about his service? The meeting was not taking place in the dungeon, so he took that as a good sign. Steve tapped on the closed door. "Come in, Steven." His legs melted a little at the sound of his mistress’ voice. It had been two weeks.
Susan watched her soon-to-be-former slave approach her desk. The challenge of breaking, then training him had been an exhilarating one. In the beginning, she had wondered if being with Lewis for so long had dulled her instincts and her abilities. Any remaining doubts had vanished with Madame Chaillot’s glowing report. Her friend’s very explicitly-expressed interest in Steven continuing his service was also most gratifying. It also offered a solution to the dilemma Susan currently faced. Steven knelt at her feet. "Please, sit." She modulated the normal tone of command she used with slaves. It was a subtle difference, but she saw confusion flash across Steven’s face. "It seems that you have learned your lessons well. Madame Chaillot was very pleased with your service." She paused. "That also pleases me very much. Therefore, I believe that you have earned your release from my service. This also means that I consider you to have served your coven punishment in full, and so you are now a free man, in every sense of the word."
"I-I-I thought that Mistress Gina decided my coven punishment?!!" Steven blurted, looking shocked. He collected himself quickly, reverting back to a submissive posture, and stammered, "I-I-I mean, her ladyship assigned me to your service. Isn’t she supposed to decide when I can be released?"
This was interesting, Susan mused. After nearly three years of coven service, he should have been thrilled to be a free man. "When her ladyship assigned you to me, she also left the question of your release to me," she evenly replied. "The coven will provide for you until you can marshal some resources. We understand that one cannot go back to a life that has been abandoned for so long. We are not heartless." She looked at him. "Is there going to be a problem in returning you to the real world that I am not aware of?"
"Have I displeased you in some way, Mistress?" The words were desperate, unhappy. Steven bowed his head and seemed to shrink in stature.
"Oh no, Steven!!!" Susan exclaimed, surprised by his reaction. "Since you have been fully trained, your service has been more than adequate. However, your coven punishment is at an end, and I am releasing you so that you may get on with your life."
"Then if I am a free man, I wish to stay here, in your service."
Susan sighed. She frowned, mostly to cover the pleased smile that threatened to break out on her face. It was good to know that your slave adored you. Nonetheless, she had a life to resume, one that did not include a permanent relationship with Steven. "First, Steven, I appreciate the sentiment you just expressed. You have no idea how pleased and flattered I am." He smiled, hope in his eyes. "However, no matter how pleased I may be, I can not grant your request. Simply, your presence here creates an unacceptable dynamic in the long term, one whose consequences I do not wish to face." Steve looked as if he was going to cry. "At another time in my life, I would have accepted you into my service. But Lewis is my mate now, and this relationship does not allow for a third person on a permanent basis." The room was quiet for several seconds. "Of course, you will be welcome at all Circle events, and I will let people know that you are available." He glumly nodded. "There is another possibility, Steven," she gently resumed. "Madame Chaillot has expressed a strong interest in having you return to France in her permanent service. It would be your decision on whether or not to contact her. I have all the pertinent information, should you desire. I will also be happy to act as an arbiter on any contract negotiation."
"Mistress, she’s not you," Steven quietly whined.
"I know that, Steven," Susan tenderly replied. "However, she is willing to negotiate some details, and we do have very similar tastes." Steven nodded and concurred, resignation infusing his posture. "You will, of course, be informed of any private events that I host, and be welcome at all of them. That is the best I can do, darling," she sympathetically said. Susan was very touched by his loyalty. Maybe she could do a little more for him. "Until you have enough resources to find a place of your own, you may stay here." She watched his aura do a happy dance. "There is a time limit on this. I pray, for your sake, that you do not exceed it," Mistress Susan warned sternly.
"Thank you, Mistress!!!" Steven said.
"Now leave me, and have Lewis shackle you in the dungeon. That is where you will spend the night. It pleases me," Susan commanded. Her slave’s broad grin, bow, and exit made her feel good. "Oh, and Steven—" she called after him, "—Lubricate well. You’re going to have a visitor tonight." Steven’s aura sizzled. She had just made him horny. Maybe Mistress Susan would relieve his yearning—or maybe she wouldn’t.
"Hello, Mr. Davidson. It’s wonderful to see you again at the castle. May I take your bag?" James’ friendly greeting and smile always brought back pleasant memories for Andy. The "honored guest" treatment he received here made any trip to the castle a pampered mini-vacation. "Her ladyship is waiting for you in her chambers. If you would, please follow me." The two men headed up the staircase in silence.
The coven leader’s bedroom suite overlooked the gardens of Castlereagh, not the front drive, so she didn’t see Andrew arrive, but she found his mind easily enough. She knew that he and her head butler were headed for her room. Gina lit a cigarette to help fight the swelling excitement—and the itch. She hoped Andrew wanted her as badly as she needed him. There was a knock on her outer door. "Come in, Andrew," she called. "I’ll be out presently." She wanted to give James a chance to leave gracefully, and waited for his mental signature to diminish. As usual, her head butler was envious, but amazingly discreet about it. She put the cigarette out. Perhaps she would play with Andrew’s fetish later this weekend, but not now.
Gina slowly walked out of her bedroom dressed in a sheer red gown. "Hello, Andrew," she throatily said, "I’ve missed you." She read his mind—he had missed her a great deal, too. "Let go of your guilt. Danielle has let go of her jealousy. We belong to each other until Sunday night." She felt the itch threaten to consume her and forgot all about polite conversation and intellectual pursuits. The tension in the room suddenly increased. Andrew’s aura danced crazily for her. He hadn’t said a word since arriving. Gina swayed invitingly as she approached him. She brushed the front of his pants, looking hungrily into his eyes. "If you don’t fuck me now, I think I shall go quite mad," she growled. And so their weekend began in a frenzy of lust.
The basement was far warmer than Danielle could ever remember. Leslie was naked, bound to a spreader assembly that Susan had loaned her for the weekend. The slender woman’s back was reddened from the flogger that Dani had just put down. Both women were panting. "You know how hot this makes me, slave. Does it make you hot, too? Serving your Mistress’ slightest desire?"
"Yes, M-Mistress," Leslie gulped. She was uncomfortable, arms and legs spread, but that paled in significance to the sexual frustration she felt: her Mistress Danielle had generously lubricated her ass and pussy with her hands, masturbating her into moderate heat. Every time she threatened, in soft, sweet, seductive tones, to play with Leslie’s swollen sex, the need would get a little stronger. With each stroke of the flogger, she climbed closer to orgasm. She knew that she had chosen her domme well.
Dani ran a teasing finger along her slave’s neckline, then slid it into herself, probing gently; she did not want to come too fast. Fluttering her lips and tongue around Leslie’s throat to make her shiver, she removed her finger and ran it under the woman’s flared nostrils. "See how hot your mistress is?" Leslie undulated as much as she could and moaned yes. "You are going to make her come. Do you know how?" Danielle purred, stroking her slave with a leather-gloved hand. "By obeying your mistress, and showing your desire to obey." Although there was always something about Leslie that went directly to her sexual "on" switch, having her in this situation was almost orgasmic.
"Y-Y-Yes, Mistress," Leslie breathed, her brain clouded by the sexual turmoil raging in her body. This was more than she could have ever hoped for. Ever since she had met the woman she now called "Mistress", Leslie had craved this; the parties were too public—she wanted to be alone with her, a woman that turned her on incredibly. Wherever Mistress Danielle touched, her body tingled intensely. "I—I—will—" She gasped as her mistress pushed-something—into her lubricated ass. "—Ohhh—beyyyy," she grunted. The object was sliding in and out of her, making it difficult to talk. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been so hot that her ass hadn’t made some protest about being intruded upon. "Ohhhhh," Leslie groaned as her mistress stopped masturbating her. Her loud, panting breaths thundered in her ears.
"Slave," Danielle snapped. "Look at me." She walked over to a chair facing the blonde. She sat down, regarding Leslie with a regal air. "I control your body. I control your excitement. I control you," she stated. "You are mine. And I will prove it beyond all doubt right now." Danielle picked up a riding crop and flicked it through the air, before suddenly swatting Leslie’s breast with a glancing blow. Her slave jerked against her restraints and her legs wobbled. Good. Everything was sexual to her now. "Your body will obey me, Leslie, and you will, too," she whispered. "I command you to come. NOW. Come for me, Leslie-slave." Susan had done this with Steven and Lewis on many occasions, and Dani had seen other slaves come on command at parties. This was the first time she’d attempted it on her own. The excitement, the thrill of being able to make it happen with Leslie was everything. She tingled in anticipation. "Yes, you will obey me, my pretty slave," Danielle purred. "Just think of it… you wish to obey me… I grant your fantasies… obey me… you have only to obey… obey me… my lovely, edible slave." She locked her eyes with Leslie’s. "Think of me… commanding you… and you will come when I command. Your body will obey me… you will obey me… you must obey me… obey me as I command you to—COME."
At Danielle’s last word, Leslie blinked and her eyes shot wide open as she drew in a great, hoarse, gulp of air. The expression on her face was one of shock until her eyes rolled up into her head. "URRRRGGGGLLLGGGGHHHHHH!!!" She let out a strangled cry of agonizing ecstasy, and her body, still bound to the spreading apparatus, vibrated. Her orgasm arrived, bidden by her mistress’ command.
Dani shuddered and cried out in her own release; the knowledge that she had commanded Leslie’s orgasm triggered one of her own. When the cries in the basement finally subsided, and both women had recovered sufficiently, Danielle unlocked her new slave. Using each other for support, they staggered over to collapse on the sofa, Leslie’s head in Dani’s lap. After a few more minutes, Dani noticed a quiet purring, and abruptly realized that she had been stroking Leslie’s face and soft blonde hair. "Is my pet happy?" Dani sweetly, softly asked.
Leslie cooed an affirmative, "Yes, Mistress."
"Do you accept me as your Mistress, always?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"You will always obey me."
"I will always obey my Mistress."
Dani leaned forward and kissed Leslie gently on the lips. "You may use my name, my darling slave. You have done well tonight."
Leslie smiled brightly. "I will always obey my Mistress Danielle." She reached up and kissed her mistress deeply, the passion returned in full. The two women looked at each other, a little starry-eyed.
"Let’s go to bed, Leslie," Dani softly said. "It’s going to be a glorious weekend, and we need our rest."
"Yes, Mistress Danielle."
Andy was reading to Gina from one of her library books. Outside, evening was slowly descending. They had returned from a Saturday matinee at the ballet and had changed into comfortable lounging clothes. The coven leader was reclining on the divan in her suite, listening to his dramatization of "Great Expectations" while basking in the all-comforting warmth of his aura. He had wrapped her in it sometime during the night, and she hadn’t been without it since. Gina suddenly had a marvelous flashback, which made her tremble pleasantly. What did he think about last night’s activities? She leafed through his recent memories.
"Gina…" Andy paused in his reading. "Why don’t you just ask me?" he grinned. "I know you’re doing something up there, but I can’t tell exactly what." Andy enjoyed the shock on her face. She asked him how he knew. "Well, you’re kinda—" He blushed. "—Touching my libido while you’re doing it."
"Oh!!! Sorry," Gina blushed in return. She hadn’t consciously meant to do that, but Andrew seemed to affect her judgment of everything, including her skill with the power. "That normally does not happen, I guarantee you." He blew her a kiss. He knew that. "I was—err—wondering—about last night. I wasn’t quite—my usual self, and I didn’t know how it made you feel." She still wasn’t, and her inability to find out without asking him told her that she was hopelessly in love with him.
"Aside from the shock of seeing you on your knees in front of me, and the fact that you asked me to—" Andy stopped speaking, too embarrassed to let the words out.
"I did it because you are special. Not many men have ever seen that side of me," she replied. "Most men can’t handle the apparent dichotomy of her ladyship also being, on occasion, a wanton madwoman who craves penetration in every orifice." Gina sighed wearily and continued, "Not to mention that blackmail is the first thing that comes to many small minds." She caressed his mind with a gentle, loving touch. "It was wonderful to be able to completely let go. Thank you."
"You’re thanking me?" Andy sarcastically asked. "Gina, you have done so much for me, personally, that what I owe you can never be repaid." He put the book down and held her hand. "I will always be around for you—if you need something I can provide, I will do it, no questions asked. Until the day I die, I swear."
Gina Mansfield nodded. "I know, my love."
Andy gently caressed her face. "Dani tells me you don’t fall in love very often. I’m honored that you would call me that," he softly said. He loved this woman, yet he was also madly in love with another, and Danielle was somehow—more perfect for him than the coven leader. Not that he could believe there was anything more perfect than the past twenty-four hours. His frustration over being deeply in love with two women suddenly bubbled over and he blurted, "Gina, you do so much for me—and yet I always feel that Dani and I are a pair. It’s like, I want you, I’d be very happy with you, but I belong—"
"With Danielle," the coven leader finished. "I know this, Andrew. It doesn’t bother me terribly. All I ask of you both is that I get an occasional chance to bask in your aura." She stood and stretched, enjoying his appreciative thoughts of her physical beauty. "I am, however, eternal. You and she are not, and deserve each other. I will have many more chances at happiness, and to deprive both of you of the happiness of a life shared, two souls merged—would be a criminal act." He didn’t understand, so Gina continued, "At the moment, you and I are well-matched—but thirty years from now, we will not be so. By virtue of her mortality, Danielle will have much more in common with you; shared experiences would be much more important to you, because you will not get a second chance. I will always have another youth, or young adulthood to try things." The coven leader intercepted Andrew’s next question as it formed in his mind. "Yes, and no. I can enjoy the day to day pleasures of life to their fullest without a great deal of caution, and with very few regrets. This is not a bad thing. However, I can never have that ‘special someone’—several, perhaps, spread over many lives, but never, ‘the one’. In that sense, I am lonely, because I know it will never last." This discussion was threatening to send Andrew into a maudlin state, and they didn’t have time for that. Gina wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling. "But at the moment, you are my boyfriend, and I wish to indulge—" She licked his throat, delighting in his shiver. "—In one of the aforementioned pleasures of life." She touched his libido lightly with the power; it didn’t take much to send him into a state of readiness for her body. Her thoughts had already caused her body to prepare itself. It would be another late dinner.
"Mistress Danielle, may I please you again in some way?" Leslie was a perfect picture of submission, naked, head bowed, kneeling at Dani’s feet. This had been a great weekend. It had been daring, different, exciting, sexual, but above all, it had been great fun. Dani leaned back, relaxing into the sofa, and took a drag on her holdered cigarette. One of things she had discovered was that she enjoyed the image of herself as the smoking femme fatale. It wasn’t just confined to Andy. Leslie seemed to get a kick out of it too.
"Come sit by me, dear. Let’s—talk," Dani grinned. "At least as long as it takes for me to decide that I want you again."
"I can’t believe that you’ve never really done this," Leslie said. "Everything you’ve done this weekend has been incredibly exciting, so—perfect." She was looking at Dani with awe. "I know that you’re the first woman to make me wet just with a look." Danielle giggled, and said that the experience was mutual. "How is your—fiancé—taking this? It must be strange to have you kick him out of the house just so you can play bondage games with a lesbian."
Danielle shrugged. "Actually, he understands my needs very well. And you are just too damn sexy for words. I know that Andy thinks so, too. Maybe, at a later time, the three of us will get together. But right now, I’m just learning to be your domme, and to find what it is that I crave—other than crazed, passionate sex with you."
"Having a man again…" Leslie’s voice trailed off. "I’m not sure if I’m ready for that. I know when I met him at Susan’s I wasn’t."
"He’s nothing like Robert, Leslie," Dani interrupted, her voice dead serious. He’s a very special man. Just ask Susan." Leslie nodded, remembering that Susan had used the exact same words to describe Danielle’s boyfriend. Dani quietly resumed, "She loved being his domme then. Do you know that he did it for me? Because he’s not a submissive."
Leslie sat forward, surprised. "I didn’t know that! I never would have known by the way he reacted. Was that all Susan’s doing?" Dani nodded. "And you? Are you ever his domme?" Leslie asked, genuinely curious and interested.
"Nope," Dani answered. "All of my urges in that vein are satisfied by you." She grinned wolfishly. "Speaking of which—" She let herself sink into the sofa. "On your knees, slave," she commanded. Leslie quickly obeyed, regaining her earlier submissive posture. Come and suck your mistress’ pussy. You may finish yourself after you have—" Her voice went up an octave as her slave buried her tongue between her legs. "—Served me." Danielle closed her eyes and imagined the feel of her soulmate’s aura added to Leslie’s submission. Orgasm quickly claimed her. Leslie could definitely be a wonderful variation—if both Andy and she agreed.
"So how do you feel?" Dani asked Andy as they lay in bed together Sunday night. Each had talked about the weekend’s exploits, in varying degrees of graphic detail. The stories had left them slightly horny, and she wanted to know if he was willing and able. She would always be ready for him, but her body was another story. Especially tonight.
"Fucked out. Sated. Sore," he replied. "But I’m glad to be back home, in our bed, with only you. And you?"
Dani smiled. Gina was probably more woman than she could ever be—on the verge of being too much for one man. It wouldn’t be an apologetic night. "Leslie licks me better than anybody. She always makes me come hard enough to see stars. So I don’t think I have anything left, sexually speaking."
"Good," Andy giggled. He was happy that Danielle wouldn’t be disappointed—their discussion had made him horny, but his body wasn’t having any of it.
"I’m happy you’re home, Andy," Dani said. "I missed you. With Leslie, it’s purely sexual and a lot of fun—nothing more." Danielle snuggled closer to Andy. "At one point in my life, that would have been good enough, y’know." She felt him nod; his aura was weak—he was really beat, and ready to go to sleep. "But not now—not since you happened to me. I want more. I want you." With that, she kissed her fiancé good night. They both fell asleep almost immediately, cuddled next to each other.
"So, darling, how did your explorations go last weekend? This is the first chance I’ve had to ask you, and I am dying to know," Susan said to Danielle as the two women sat in the sitting room. Both women had arrived early for the coven meeting, and were the only members there. Gina was not at the castle, having not yet returned from a shopping trip, so they were enjoying cocktails in relative privacy.
"She’s mine," Danielle replied, unable to keep the surprise and pleasure out of her voice. "You were right, Susan."
The eldest initiate smiled. "How does it feel to have such an attractive female slave of your very own?"
"It was—is—great," Dani grinned. "I mean, I made her come by telling her to—being that much in control of somebody—" She inhaled sharply as a few memories replayed and made her shiver. "—Is very exciting. If she wasn’t such a great pussy licker, I would have fucked Andy to death when he got home." She giggled.
Susan was surprised. "Andy wasn’t there?"
"No—he spent the weekend here, with Gina. We felt that I needed the space," Dani casually explained. "And I did. It let me—" She looked skyward, searching for the right words. "—Feel free to do anything with Leslie. And it kept me from being—well—distracted—by him and his aura. He gets really hot in a threesome."
Susan nodded and smiled broadly. "Yes, it was probably a wise decision, and I know that he was well-cared for by her ladyship," she grinned.
"He certainly was. But then, so was Gina. Do you know that she throated him, drank his cum—and then he fucked her in the ass! I mean, those things don’t sound—no, they do—but somehow, I can’t quite see her ladyship like that." Dani shook her head with a wry smile. "I know what Andy’s ultimate fantasy is now, though. A threesome with me and Gina."
"Darling, I have the same exact fantasy," Susan shot back. "But neither his nor mine are going to come true. Her ladyship is exclusively heterosexual these days." Danielle nodded. Susan frowned. "And has been for quite a while now. Pity," she added. The sound of approaching voices ended the conversation. Vicki, Angie, and Monica walked in, and soon the room was filled with much laughter amid the chatter.
"I need to keep this meeting brief," Gina announced to the assembled coven. "There is a fund-raiser for the mayor tonight, which I must attend. It seems that the new district administrator is very interested in Castlereagh and her ladyship. So, I need to quell his interest." She shook her head and sighed, "Men…" before brightly addressing Dani. "Sergeant-at-arms, is there any old business?"
Gina Mansfield sighed wearily. It was almost two-thirty in the morning when she climbed into the car for the half-hour ride home. Converting the district administrator had been much more difficult than she’d anticipated. First, many more people were at the fund-raiser than she had thought would attend. It was difficult to use the power discreetly among so many people, especially away from home, where she could have made some pretext to get him alone in the library. Second, there had been the man’s suspicion. He was no fool—and had actually managed to assemble several key pieces of her puzzle. She had quickly discovered that her usual bland, broad answers didn’t satisfy him. He was dangerously intelligent, and far too curious about her money and heritage to be deterred by a mere smokescreen.
Last, but not least, there had been the matter of his insanely jealous wife. The woman couldn’t stand to have her husband out of her sight for more than a few minutes. Especially when he showed such an interest in Gina. His wife mistook that interest for lust; Gina knew better, having all too clearly read the man’s thoughts. He didn’t believe Gina’s story about who she was, and was determined to find out what sort of criminal underpinnings held up her little empire. While he was wrong about the source of her wealth, and, for the most part, the nature of her dealings, he might have been able to find out the truth during his search for criminal activity, which would have been disastrous. This man was a major threat to the coven’s existence, and by extension, her current life.
Eventually, the amount of alcohol he and his wife had consumed, the late hour, and his fascination with the coven leader provided her the opportunity she needed. If there was anything she had learned over seven hundred years, it was the value of patience. Now, the district administrator adored his Mistress Gina, and would happily obey her every command. She had even answered all of his questions as he went into an unparalleled orgasm while masturbating for her. He no longer thought she was a criminal. His investigation would be terminated on Monday, since he had fulfilled his duty as the people’s watchdog. The secret of the coven was safe again. However, it had been a very long, very tiring evening. Gina closed her eyes, shutting out the world entirely as the car traveled along the main road.
Suddenly, a bright white light flashed in the coven leader’s head. Her driver’s panic hit her, blowing through the barrier she had erected in her mind. The picture in his mind’s eye was all too clear, his thoughts explicit. Gina sent him a powerful mental imperative, something she only did in emergencies. He immediately dove out of the car, abandoning his efforts to avoid the impending accident. A split-second before the oncoming Lincoln Continental hit her, she reached to feel her driver’s aura and smiled because she knew both of them would survive.
Danielle woke up and stretched leisurely. Andy was already up, as usual on Saturday morning. The sounds and smells of breakfast being made filled the hallway. She opened herself to the metaphysical plane, seeking his aura—and found nothing. She jumped out of bed—he should have been close enough for her to sense him. That was odd. She trotted into the kitchen. Dani froze when she saw him, and didn’t really hear him say, "Morning, sweetheart." She could only see Andy. His aura was nowhere to be found. She ran to the phone to call Susan without a word, leaving Andy wondering what was going on.
"Hello, Danielle," Susan calmly said into the phone. "Yes, I know. I can’t see Lewis’ either." She waited while Dani babbled incoherently for a few seconds. "Danielle. Stop. Stop. Calm down a second. Gina has always come back to life. There is no reason to expect that she won’t this time. She left explicit instructions with me about what to do if this were to happen." The eldest initiate fingered the piece of parchment; the letter was written in an elegant, yet precise hand. Its envelope had been sealed with an elaborately embossed circle of red wax. Despite the loss of her friend, Susan smiled. Her ladyship had true class.
She took a deep breath—as the coven’s second-in-command, she needed all of the self-control she had; there were duties to attend. She could mourn later. "I need you to start the phone tree. It is imperative that everyone assemble at Castlereagh tomorrow by one p.m." A tearful affirmative came over the line. "Yes, I’m going to miss her, too," Susan softly said. "But she will be back. We must believe that." She was quiet for a moment, reflecting. "I don’t know what life would be without her." As she said goodbye, Susan wondered what life away from the metaphysical plane would be like. She didn’t need the power, but she would miss the world it opened up to her. And she would sorely miss Gina Mansfield. Susan got up, found Lewis, and said, "Please… hold me." She cried in his strong arms for a long time.
Andy was distraught. The news of Gina’s death had hit him very hard. The wonderful, bewitching coven leader was dead. Even though Danielle had said that Gina would come back to life, he felt that it just wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be Gina. He hadn’t turned on the TV for a day; the local lead stories were all about, or related to, the accident that had left her car a mangled, twisted wreck. He was sure that there would be no justice: the driver of the other car was the teenage son of a local business magnate. And, of course, he was drunk. And he had survived, amazingly, without any permanent injuries. But Gina was dead.
Both he and Dani had spent Saturday crying. Sunday morning, the house was still a somber, sad place, the mood one of painful loss. As he watched his fiancée prepare to go to the castle (for the last time?), he couldn’t help but feel lonely. Andy had been explicitly left out, because this meeting was for coven members only. He wanted to pay his respects and had argued briefly with Dani over it. She had threatened, in uncharacteristic anger, to use the power to make him stay home, then realized that she no longer had it. Because Gina was dead. This started her crying again, and he cried with her. They had drawn strength from each other, the argument made immaterial by their shared grief. Andy told himself that it was OK that only coven members attend the meeting; he really didn’t want to wander around a Castlereagh without Gina. It just wouldn’t be the same. Dani quietly announced that she was leaving. Andy gave her a hug at the door, not wanting to let go.
She returned his desperate, lonely hug with one of her own. She held on to him tightly, fighting back her own tears. They reluctantly separated. "I—"
"I know," Andy dejectedly said. "You gotta go." Danielle nodded, tears in her eyes; he dabbed at them. "Go on. I’ll be fine here," he lied through the lump in his throat.
Gina woke up slowly, feeling as if she’d undergone some medieval torture. And she had the experience to make an accurate comparison, too. It wasn’t a good kind of hurt. She kept her eyes shut, because she knew that light was not going to be welcome. She felt very weak, and alternated between feverish and frozen. The events of last night—what did she do last night?—were covered by a thick fog. The slightest movement of her body caused enormous pain to shoot through joints, muscles, and especially, her head. Her mind was refusing to function like it usually did—everything was completely wrong. She slowly opened her eyes, mentally preparing herself for the shock of the light of day… That was odd. The room was dark. Gina fought the rising nausea, the sharp aching sensations in her body, and rolled over on her back. She wasn’t in her room, in her chambers. Where was she? How did she get here? If only she could remember—
The coven leader cautiously rolled onto her side and gasped; she caught a glimpse of her reflection in a mirror on the night table. She lay there, paralyzed by the youthful, attractive face, messy blonde hair, and blue eyes. "Ohhh, fuck," she groaned. Her body revolted at the vibration of her voice, and she vomited onto the floor. Gasping as fire burned her insides, she struggled to a sitting position. Her host seemed to be battling to eject its new occupant. Apparently, the former owner of this body had been very much in tune with it, but the Druid magicks would not be denied its eternal vengeance. She felt a knife rip through her womb and screamed. The world became fuzzy and started to darken…
Twenty-three miles away, Andrew Davidson sat bolt upright in his chair, his heart racing for no apparent reason.
Gina successfully fought her way back to consciousness, despite the temptation to give in and collapse on the bed. Her new body continued to abuse her, agony accompanying every motion. She had to complete the reincarnation ritual soon, or she would die. If she did, tomorrow, she would come back in another body, a second woman’s life would have ceased, and she would go through this hell again… and again… and again… until she succeeded in anchoring herself to the physical plane through a physical body.
She pitched herself out of the bed, falling on the floor, the impact causing searing pain to resonate throughout. Gina gasped for breath and fought to her feet, standing shakily, supporting herself against the wall. A disorienting, overwhelming wave of nausea hit her; she was ill again. She eventually pushed herself away from the wall, lurching unsteadily, threatening to fall with each staggered step, but Gina managed to struggle into the bathroom.
She turned on the shower and stepped under the torrent, too drained to care about the temperature, or the flow, or the flimsy nightie, now soiled, that was covering her body. Gina leaned against the wall and let the water blast away. The force of the droplets stung almost unbearably, causing tears of pain to mingle with the rest of the water while she sobbed quietly. The excruciating cascade soon became the most acute of all sensations. Paradoxically, this made it the easiest to accept, as the nausea and the joint pain paled in significance to the intense lashing of the shower. Determinedly, Gina invoked the aid of the Druid magicks by repeating an arcane koan in a long-forgotten tongue. She sang a mystic rime composed of the magical symbols that had been cut into her original sacrificial altar. Those symbols were lost to the modern world, worn into nothingness by nature and the passage of time, but she sang of being unnatural and eternal.
Suddenly, an eerie, low-pitched, howling noise filled the bathroom. All pretense of light vanished as an ice-cold wind shattered the bathroom mirror and continually threw everything about that was not anchored solidly to the ground. Yet Gina stood. A portal opened in the shower as the metaphysical and physical planes merged. Her body began to transform as a preternatural chorus—one voice from many, neither human nor beast nor mythic figure—rose above the maelstrom. She grew great, black, leathery wings, her hands and feet metamorphosed into long, razor-like talons, and the fair skin became barbed with jagged spikes. Her teeth grew into sharp fangs, and the blue eyes became jet-black, then vanished completely, leaving twin pools of absolute darkness: a complete void, inside which was a vision of the entrance to Hell itself. The thing that stood in the shower danced with glee as the blackness began to take form around her. Her creator had actually come to see her! She eagerly pledged again to serve it forever, dedicating herself to the dark, vengeful nature of her existence. The blackness embraced her lovingly as she stood in her true form, which could only exist where both planes were merged: an angel of death and despair who ultimately existed to serve justice. The chorus sang to them, and she danced with her creator, reveling in the knowledge of the men to come that she would deservedly send beyond Hell.
Gina woke up huddled in a corner of the bathtub, the shower long since gone cold. She shut it off, shivering, chilled, yet alive. Quickly getting out of the tub, she walked across the bathroom that had been miraculously returned to its earlier state. She found a towel and dried her new body off as the excitement of being reincarnated returned. The Druid magicks had given its personal approval of her previous life. That had not happened since she had condemned Jack the Ripper to the void. As she walked into the bedroom, she saw a picture of the young woman whose body she now inhabited. It stilled her happiness. She quietly began to sing, a haunting song in her ancient tongue. It was a prayer for she who no longer existed, and a covenant to serve her memory well. The coven leader looked in the closet for something to wear. Given the clothes that were hanging there, it was obvious that the girl had good taste and style. They also signified that she had money; if not from her own resources, then from family. Gina selected an outfit before going in search of some identification. The woman’s purse was in the living room of the apartment.
Candace Aurora Covington, age twenty-four. That was what the driver’s license said. Gina sat on the sofa, fairly new, and inspected the contents of the purse. There was money, a couple of credit cards in Candace’s name, some keys, a half-pack of cigarettes, several worn business cards… Gina already knew that Candace was single and had no children—she only came back in the bodies of single, childless women. However, the coven leader was sure that it would take a bit of work to cover Candace’s sudden disappearance in a manner that would satisfy all involved parties. Candace had too much money to vanish quietly.
She checked the expensive watch on her wrist: 12:15. There was enough money in the purse for the long cab ride to Castlereagh; according to the license, Candace lived clear across town. Since she didn’t know what type of car Candace drove, the keys in the purse did her no good. Besides, it wasn’t such a good idea to drive right after reincarnation: she never knew when the hunger would strike. Reincarnation always brought with it an all-consuming hunger, heralded by symptoms of severe hypoglycemia, which was potentially fatal if ignored. She would need to feed very soon. The dungeon at the castle had exactly what she required. Gina continued her inspection of the surroundings while she waited nervously for the taxi to arrive. She looked out over the city from the swank hi-rise apartment, and realized that getting rid of Miss Covington was going present some difficulties. This one was going to cost a great deal of money.
She didn’t bother to set the alarm on her way out; she didn’t know the code, and that would have been a total giveaway. As she stepped into the hall, Gina hoped that none of Candace’s neighbors would stumble upon her. While she may have looked, dressed and walked like Candace, Gina’s voice never changed between lives. She didn’t think there was much chance of sounding like Candace if she had to say more than a quick, "Hello." She made it to the elevator without incident. As the lights counted down, she held her breath, hoping she’d be alone for the entire ride. Her prayers were answered, but it did take a dose of the power to keep the security guard from detaining her with flirtation.
As Gina stepped into the cab, she felt it—the sudden sensation of being completely empty; hollow, as if there was nothing inside the skin, and realized that using the power so soon after reincarnation had been a mistake. She collapsed into the back of the taxi while managing to close the door. The driver glanced over his shoulder, thinking that she had stumbled on the curb or something. "You okay lady?"
"Yes," she hurriedly said, trying to cover her weakness as best she could. "I’m going to—" The world faded to black for an instant, and the driver was saying that he didn’t quite catch the address. Gina knew that she’d never make it all the way to Castlereagh. "Nine forty-five Cherry Trail Drive, please. And fast." The cab jumped into traffic, the driver seeming to take her command literally. The world started to swim. Gina closed her eyes and sank into the seat even further.
At a red light, the cabbie glanced at the beautiful blonde with the great legs in the fancy clothes through his rear view mirror. She didn’t look so hot, being noticeably paler than when she had gotten in, and little beads of sweat were popping out of her forehead. He was getting worried—was she a druggie or something? This sure didn’t look like car sickness to him. "Lady? You doin’ OK back there?"
"Yes," Gina snapped, her condition putting an irritated, sharp edge on her voice. The cab lurched forward, accompanied by an aggrieved grumble from its driver. She had no concept of how far they’d gone, nor any idea of how much longer the trip would take. Her state was deteriorating moment by moment. Gina began to worry in earnest that she wouldn’t make it.
The taxi driver glanced at his passenger again the next time he got stopped by a traffic signal. If anything, the woman looked even worse. She had slumped limply in the seat and didn’t look conscious. This was not good at all—he didn’t want no corpse or nobody dyin’ in his cab. "Lady—you want me to take you to a hospital or somethin’?"
Gina barely heard him. Her vision had gotten to the point where everything was gray and very fuzzy. She was hungry… so very hungry. "H’ngry," she mumbled. She was dying—again.
The cabbie leaned over the back seat—he had heard about people like this on one of those cable TV programs at three in the morning. "Ya hungry? Y’need a candy bar? I think I got one—"
At the sense of his aura, Gina perked up. "Yes… hungry," she purred with an evil overtone. His life force beckoned her, bidding to assuage her hunger. He was male, and had a strong essence… enough for her… she must feed… Gina briskly sat up smiling the predator’s smile. The hunger was all that mattered now and there was food in front of her. She felt her eyes go completely black just as she opened her mouth and snapped all three shut. No. No more innocents would die because of her today. She struggled to regain full control of herself. With an immense effort, she penned the hunger and forced herself to ignore the man’s aura. "No," she said with renewed vigor. "I’ll be fine. Just drive," she instructed.
The cab driver turned around, startled by the change in his fare’s appearance—she looked just fine now—and concentrated on getting her to her destination as fast as he could. Something about her made him very nervous. It seemed like the rest of the trip took forever, but he finally pulled up in front of 945 Cherry Trail Drive. He put the flag down, fully expecting to get stiffed. "That’ll be twenty-five-fifty."
Gina handed the man two twenty dollar bills. "Keep the change," she said. "Thank you for being so concerned, and for getting me here so quickly." However, the cab driver’s pleased expression and extremely polite farewell were the only way she could get any idea of what he was thinking. Her ability to read minds had stopped working sometime during the latter stages of the trip. Immediately after he drove away, the last reserves of her strength ran out, and her façade collapsed. She nearly fell as her legs turned into water, but somehow forced herself towards the familiar door. The path seemed two miles long. Every step was as if climbing a steep mountain, but Gina made it, drawing on nothing but her dogged determination to survive. She had made it to the door. The coven leader raised her heavy, heavy arm to press the doorbell, but her energy was gone. Her greatly overtaxed willpower finally failed. Her legs gave out and she pitched forward—
—Right into Andy’s surprised arms. He had seen the beautiful blonde woman get out of the cab while moping around the living room. He didn’t recognize her, and wondered if she was a friend of Dani’s he had never met. While he didn’t feel like company, he resigned himself to the fact that he’d have to be pleasant for her when she turned around, obviously heading for their door. After about a minute of nothing happening, he opened the door to see where she had gone—and there she was, falling forward on their doorstep. Andy caught her in self-defense; the momentum of her dead weight made him stagger back a few steps and pull the petite woman inside the house. Even as it happened, he formulated a plan: put her on the sofa and call 911. Suddenly, her eyes popped open and she grabbed his head with amazing strength, holding it still. He tried to pull away in horror as he looked into the eyes—black and empty, no pupil, no iris, no nothing. He opened his mouth to scream, frantically trying in vain to free himself from the thing’s superhuman grasp, even though it could not support itself on its own legs. The thing opened its mouth. Andy’s entire body locked; he held onto the creature, unable to let go, unable to think about letting go. His mind went completely blank as he fell into the abyss in the monster’s eyes.
The creature sucked greedily at the vibrant, powerful, blue aura, following its deepest instinct, aware of only its primary need. Food… rich… thick… sweet… food… more… more… more… As it fed, its survival instinct faded. Gina, once again in control of herself, suddenly realized who she was, where she was, and most importantly, on whom she was feeding. The whole episode had lasted less than twenty seconds. She closed her mouth immediately, stopping the transfer. She relaxed her physical grip on him and released the supernatural hold she had of his soul. "Andrew," she softly said. "I need you."
Andy blinked, disoriented from the feeling of falling forever in blackness. He could have sworn… no, it couldn’t be… the face and the body were all wrong but—but— The blonde repeated her last statement, her eyes now a bright and eager blue. The voice was unmistakable. "Gina?" Andy asked in a small, disbelieving voice. The eyes smiled at him knowingly. It was definitely her. "You’ve come back!" he gasped.
"Not quite all the way," Gina noted, quickly adding, "Please don’t let go. My legs aren’t working yet. I need some more of your life essence." She coyly smiled. "I do promise I’ll be gentle this time." He laughed softly, then opened his mouth, sending his aura to her. She fed on him for almost a minute, drinking slowly and steadily of the sweet blue nectar, savoring him, regaining vitality with each second. Swooning from the richness of his aura, she allowed herself to lie limply in his arms for a few seconds after she had finished feeding. Gina finally gathered her legs and stood after she saw the pain from Andrew’s back in his mind. She stepped back. "I almost died again," she somberly said, looking up into his eyes. "Thank you." He blushed, at a loss for words, but was extremely pleased nonetheless. "I apologize for making you a little more gray, but it couldn’t be helped." She studied him for a moment, watching for any other adverse signs of her feeding frenzy.
"S’OK," Andy said, still blushing. He felt slightly dizzy, so he sat on the sofa. He regarded the petite blonde in front of him for a moment, waiting for the world to return to normal. She also seemed to be watching him intently. "Gina—you’re—fuckin’ gorgeous," he finally said, slightly awestruck.
Surprised by the depth of his reaction, Gina walked into the bedroom to take took a long, attentive look at herself in the mirror. She had had so much on her mind back at Candace’s apartment that she hadn’t taken the time to thoroughly evaluate her new body. Miss Covington had indeed been a knockout. The coven leader rejoined Andrew in the living room. "You’re right," she agreed. "Even if I have lost a little bit of height," she joked. This body was 4 inches shorter than Gina’s last one.
"You’re still taller than Angie," Andy retorted.
Gina giggled and looked at him, still sitting on the sofa. "How do you feel?" she said, turning serious. "I mean, I don’t know how much essence I took when I was crazed, and it worries me a little."
"I had a dizzy spell earlier—but it’s gone now," he answered. "I still feel a little weak—more kind of like tired."
She nodded. He wasn’t lying; that was evident through his thoughts. His aura had also seemed to have regained its normal movement, which was another good sign. However, there was a frightening memory in his mind. "You know, you are the only man who has ever seen me as I truly am and survived," she quietly resumed. "I know it scared you, but I hope you believe me when I say that I would never cause you permanent harm."
Andy shuddered involuntarily. The memory of her black, featureless eyes and the endless fall through the void would haunt him for a while. He knew there would be nightmares—just as there had been with Lia. "I believe you, Gina. I-I’ll just have to deal with the memories as best I can."
The coven leader read his worry and his fear—not of her, but of the thing she was. She said, "I can try to erase them, if you wish. It may have some unpleasant side effects, however."
Andy nodded. He knew about side effects; between Dani’s vivid description of her Brendan folly, and his second close encounter with Lia, the coven leader’s offer was not something to be taken lightly. "Let me think about that," he said. Andy had a fleeting idea about seeing a traditional shrink for help in dealing with any bad dreams, but instantly rejected it. As soon as he would have started talking about possession and being fed on, he’d have been in the psycho wing of a hospital under heavy sedation. The room became silent.
Gina frowned; this was going to become awkward in a moment. She decided to return some measure of levity to the proceedings. "One thing that you will have to get used to, however, is that I have a new name to go with my new body," she grinned. "I can’t very well run around having people hear me addressed as ‘Gina’ looking like this." At the words "new body", Andrew’s thoughts immediately went to the subject of hers. Gina smiled; he was most impressed with her new physical appearance, and his worry had dissipated somewhat. Knowing that the crisis was over, she could now relax; Gina remembered that Candace had smoked. Opening her purse, she removed the cigarettes and a lighter before coming to sit next to Andrew. She noted that Candace’s brand was the same as Sophie’s; it fit in with what she had already surmised about the young woman. She lit the brown cigarette and took a long deliberate drag, exhaling slowly, enjoying the relaxing moment. Andrew’s aura gained some strength. At her next draw, she felt it even more strongly. With everything that had gone on during her reincarnation, the coven leader had forgotten about his fetish. His metaphysical response also reminded her of how she could reach and change his memories without causing any other problems. His aura flared into brilliance at her next puff, sending a wonderful electric sizzle through her. She shivered in response. The itch came out of nowhere, returning with a vengeance. Andrew was so damned sexy. "Take off your clothes," she panted as she put the cigarette out. "I want to fuck you now." It was definitely time to try out the new body.
Danielle came back home from the meeting, very dejected. There had been no word from Gina or her reincarnated self. All of the initiates had waited according to the instructions that Susan had read aloud, but nothing had happened by three p.m., so the meeting had dissolved. If nothing happened within the next seven days, they would all come back to the castle to begin the process of settling her ladyship’s estate. It looked like the coven was finished, and that Gina was really dead. For good. She wondered how she would break the news to Andy. He would be heartbroken. Dani couldn’t blame him, because she was heartbroken, too.
She climbed out of the car and came in through the kitchen door. She stopped short at the noises coming from—her living room??? Was Andy watching a dirty movie or something? Well, maybe that would get his mind off of—no, that wasn’t it. The noises were too loud—too real—to be a movie. She sprinted to the living room, and was struck speechless by the scene in front of her. Her fiancé was lying naked on the living room floor, with a gorgeous blonde humping him for all he was worth. The blonde leaned forward, hips churning frantically, and gave Andy a passionate kiss. Dani saw him buck violently. His cock reappeared for an instant, then vanished as he forcefully thrust upwards at her, driving it all the way into the woman. They both moaned loudly, in obvious ecstasy. "ANDY!!!!!" Danielle screamed at the top of her lungs. He stopped moving instantly, a frightened, scared expression on his face. The bitch on top turned around, her hips still moving easily, and looked at her with—amusement???? Dani didn’t know what was going on but she was gonna kick some serious—
Danielle froze when the bimbo smiled at her, and said, in a very familiar, faintly accented voice, "Hello, Miss Gray. Permit me to introduce myself. My name is Ashley. Ashley Mansfield."
Ashley Mansfield put down the newspaper. It was time for her first coven meeting. She stopped reading the follow-up article in the middle of the description of Candace Covington’s swank hi-rise apartment. The police thought it might be a case of mistaken identity—there was absolutely nothing about the young woman’s life to indicate any criminal involvement, yet the car bomb was the work of a professional. There wasn’t enough left of the car, let alone its occupant, to start an investigation that would have any promise. The petite blonde walked downstairs to the Grand Hall and stepped into the sun room for a moment. She wanted to give her regards to Andrew before the meeting.
In the meeting room, she stood in front of the altar, the place of her creation, looking at the twelve hooded and robed women who surrounded her. "Before I formally commence this meeting," Ashley began, "I would like to thank all of you for your faith over the past, most difficult month. It pleases me greatly that all of you have remained true to our commitment." The assembled group quietly acknowledged the praise. "Now then, sergeant-at-arms…" A bell sounded, and thirteen voices rose as one.
"We, the sisters of the coven, pledge ourselves to the defense of our sisters, by bringing all who abuse their power to justice."
The coven leader sat down at the front table, flanked by her most valued associates, Susan Newton and Danielle Gray. She avoided giggling as Danielle stood up to make announcements. A stray thought went through her mind. Later, Ashley. Still, she couldn’t help but look at her sergeant-at-arms and wonder about what was hidden underneath the robe. Maybe she would invite Danielle to stay at the castle this weekend with Andrew; after all, she had a new body to play with, and this was a new life.