Coven: Lethe

This story was inspired by a recent dream after binge-watching the witch series Agatha All Along. Its a bit more of a slow build up than my usual style, so if you are just here for the naughty bits skip to the middle. Contains mild levels of mind (emotion) control, bondage, failure to obtain consent, and supernatural forces. Its also an entry for the 2026 Annual Halloween Story Contest, so if you like it, toss your bard a coin and vote! Feedback is always welcome.

It was past ten on Halloween night when the Institute bus finally disgorged us back at the dormitory after an evening of passing out candy to kids at the local mall. A dozen witches in their mid-twenties, three older mentor/escorts, and me, the lone warlock in the group. It had been a long-ass day, my fifth one here in the Institute's program, and I badly needed some solitude. Not that the other witches were not all nice enough (well, most of them) but a full day of togetherness had hollowed me out like one of the brightly lit jack-o'-lanterns that decorated the dormitory porch. I said my good nights, pleaded off any drinks/conversations, and headed up to my assigned second floor room for some much needed alone time.

Jenna caught me on the way up. Short, cute, with long curly red hair, and a toy longbow on her back (she was dressed as one of those newer Disney princesses), she and I had been lightly flirting throughout the evening. She asked if I wanted some company upstairs and I was sorely tempted, but I knew I wouldn't be a good partner right now and I really didn't want to start something off on the wrong foot. We left it that we would get together tomorrow, and she headed back toward a group of ladies lounging on the public area couches while I continued on upstairs.

I know, you would think someone like me, a performer by profession, would be more gregarious. I can be social when I have to, but its always a strain. Too many people, too much noise - it just get on my nerves. Not to mention that today's activities were all in some brightly-lit sites. I tended to do my social activity in smaller bursts, and almost always at night.

And despite what popular culture might have you think, Halloween is not anything special to witches. The spirits are not any closer to the material world on that day than on any other. (Apparently, spirits can't read a calendar.) Its just another ordinary evening, except that witches enjoy giving candy to adorable kids in costumes just as much as everyone else.

I made it to the seclusion of my assigned room without further interruption and flicked off the lights, wrapping myself in cooling darkness while I stripped off my costume and replaced it with an old t-shirt and some sweat pants. I had worn a show leotard with some extra clownish decorations and done acrobatics/juggling routines to amuse the kids. I thought about using my witchcraft to do a shadow play, but I didn't think even the most impressive shadow animal outlines would hold much juvenile attention when they competed with the flashier pyrotechnics from some of the other witches. So I went with what I knew best.

I have to admit, the hectic day had me reconsidering what I had gotten myself into. I was only five days in, but I was signed up for three months! The Institute's invitation to their Arcane Studies scholarship program had come out of the blue when I was wrapping up a gig as a background dancer in a local theater musical. There aren't that many people that even know I'm a witch, and how the Institute found out, they wouldn't say. But they offered me a chance to meet other witches and sit through seminars to better understand the craft. Plus some workshops to enhance my natural (well, supernatural) abilities. With all that, I was still on the fence until they mentioned they would pay me a stipend for my time in the three month program at a rate that was about three times what I made in my last dancing gig. (Plus room and board!)

I was naturally suspicious, because it sounded way too good to be true, but I asked around, reaching out to the few other witches I knew and it turned out to be legit. Funded by some rich hundred year old beldames who want to pay it forward and provide an opportunity for modern young witches to properly learn the old crafts and to hopefully form covens. I wasn't at all interested in the latter, but knowing more witchcraft could help me catch a lucky break in my dancing career and maybe move beyond the regional scene, so I signed up. (The fact that I didn't have another job lined up is beside the point.)

Laying down on my bed (they really were nice beds!), I let the darkness muffle some of the outside noise and my overstimulated brain began to settle down. I had just started to doze a bit when I heard Sabrina and her new girlfriend Willow giggle their way into the adjoining room. (Yes, her real name is Sabrina, yes she is blonde and a witch, and no, she is not a teenager, at least not any more.)

Sabrina is easy to like with a big smile and a kind heart. She was the first ones that stood up for me when a sour, raven-haired witch named Lethe started calling me "Nightcrawler" after some comic book superhero that was also named Kurt. (Remember when I said most of the other witches were nice. Well, there is always one exception and in this place her name is Lethe.)

And it doesn't hurt that Sabrina has a body that evokes memories of fellow performers I've danced with, both on stage and between the sheets. But I spent a couple of sleepless hours last night listening to her and Willow have a good time together through the thin wall of my room (our beds must actually be about a foot apart) and as titillating as that was, I really didn't want to be here for the encore performance.

Fortunately, there was an easy alternative. The Institute dormitory is a repurposed old building (I think it may have once been an orphanage) with a huge attic on the third floor. Its basically unused by anyone (expect the Institute's obligatory black cat, Miss Midnight) and just holds surplus furniture, packed storage boxes, and a small chapel to the Old Ones. (Just in case anyone still believes in those old witch origin superstitions.) But the best part is that the attic is always dark and quiet - a perfect place for a Night Witch like me to relax.

I slipped out of my room and made my way up the narrow staircase at the back of the building. Treading lightly, I reached the top and pushed open the trapdoor to the dark, low-ceiling attic. Once I had climbed up and closed the door behind me, the only light in the room streamed through the singular round window at the far end. Tonight was a cloudless night with a full moon, so it formed a bright, moonlit circle on the wood floor in front of the chapel altar, but left the rest of the attic as dark as a coal cellar.

The altar itself was just a table covered by black cloth. On it were a few unlit candles and a some wood and stone carvings that represented the various aspects of Hecate and the original witches. Their had been some folding metal chairs and padded prayer mats around the altar last time I was up here, but the mats were now carefully stacked to the side, and the chairs had presumably been put away somewhere.

I didn't really need a chair as I sank cross legged on the floor facing the altar. I could still hear some faint conversations from below through the thin ceilings, but that was okay. I wanted people around, I just didn't want to have to deal with them. If I had wanted to be totally alone, I could have stayed in my room and really cut myself off by stepped farther into the Shadow World. But visiting the Shadow World is a different, colder type of alone. Instead, I got the best of both worlds -- a house full of people, but just me and Miss Midnight in the attic. The cat quickly appeared and sauntered over to check me out. I rated a few head bumps, but once she figured out I didn't bring any food or other treats with me, she stalked off in a huff.

I let the darkness pool around me, sitting just at the edge of the Shadow World. I could feel its cool touch draining the tension out of me. A few night spirits quickly arrived from deeper in, attracted by my presence. They danced around me, forming shadow tentacles that waved in a mesmerizing manner. I knew they wanted to come out and play in the real world, but I didn't think there was much I could have them do here that they would find fun. I focused on their undulating patterns until I felt almost ready to go back down and be social again.

I am going to say that watching the spirits dance was the reason I didn't hear the trapdoor open again. The first indication I got that I was no longer alone came from the sharp voice behind me that I knew all too well.

"Nightcrawler, what are you doing up here?" Lethe exclaimed. Then she added in a scornful tone, "And how come I can even see you? I thought Shadow Warlocks were suppose to be invisible in the dark."

I stood up and turned around to see Lethe standing behind me, holding a lit candle. She had changed as well as was now wearing jeans and an old loose sweater top. A backpack was slung over one shoulder. Her long dark hair was gathered and scrunched up into a bun on top. She was scowling, her eyes were fixed on mine, and her whole stance felt confrontational.

A burst of irritation flowed through me. I thought I was going to be alone up here. (And also, Lethe called me a Shadow Warlock, I specifically told her I preferred Night Witch. I know Shadow Warlock is the official name, but really they are the same thing. Only difference is one has a cock and the other a cunny. Do you really need a different title based on the genitals, especially when witches are already overwhelmingly female? Yeah, I'm ranting. Its a pet peeve.)

Lethe stared at me. "I need you to leave. I have some stuff to get done up here, I need to do it now, and I need privacy. So scram."

Lethe's a Mind Witch, so she knew damn well she was just irritating me more. "You can only see me if I want you to," I replied, and stepped farther into the shadow boundary, where I knew I would be hidden from her eyes. From her point of view, I just faded away. She stepped forward and waved her free hand where I had been, but I easily dodged.

"I mean it", she warned. "Go down stairs. There are still a few night owls up. They're probably your type."

I didn't respond. Instead, I danced around Lethe, invisible and unseen. But I made sure she knew I was still there. A touch to her cheek here, fingers running through her hair there. I shouldn't have, but I even gave her ample ass a squeeze or two. All the time sliding in and darting back, darkness-wrapped and just enough in the physical world to make my touch noticeable.

Lethe had retreated to the bright moonlit circle, which made it a bit harder to get to her. But the circle was still surrounded by dark shadow, and she couldn't look all directions at once. She was getting angry and I figured it was about time to end the game. I had my fun and made my point.

But then suddenly I was angry too. Who was she to tell me to leave when I was here first. This was my favorite space, damn it! And little miss high-and-mighty Mind Witch just strolls in and thinks she can tell me what to do because I'm the lowly Shadow Warlock. My blood boiled, and the dark part of my brain considered some of the nastier things I was capable of. Impatient shadow spirits danced around me, eager to be released into the real world. A vision of a dark tentacle wrapped around Lethe's pretty neck flashed through my head. But she was already frightened of me. I could see it in her wild eyes and heaving bosom as she frantically looked around to avoid my next touch. And even as pissed off as I suddenly found myself, I knew that going that far certainly wasn't who I was.

But still, I could give her a piece of my mind and tell her what a bitch she was being. I released the shadows coiled around me and indignantly returned fully to the real world, suddenly stepping into the moonlit circle next to her. She recoiled back a step, and the guilty part of me that always enjoyed the jump scare smiled inside. Maybe because of that, I found my anger had cooled as fast as it had appeared and I abruptly decided I should just magnanimously concede her the space for a while. It was approaching midnight and since apparently we were going to be house-mates for months to come, one of us should try being nice.

But before I could say anything, Lethe's eyes locked on mine, and I would swear I saw them flair in my second sight. "Go away," she commanded. "Run!"

Fear washed over me and without a second thought, I ran.

But when I run away, I don't run physically. I mean, I physically stepped out of the moonlight and back into the shadows, but after that, I just ran deeper into the Shadow World, feet pounding along the familiar pitch-black path. I ran very deep, all the way to my safe place. Covered, concealed, comforted, and cocooned in darkness, the physical world just a barely perceptible glimmer on the far horizon. An army of night spirits and darker shadow beasts arrayed themselves between it and me, waiting to fall upon anyone foolish enough to purse. (Not that anyone ever had.)

And even in my midnight refuge, I crouched paralyzed in fear. My ragged breathing threatened hyper-ventilation (yes that can happen even in the Shadow World) and my racing heart was trying its best to beat itself out of my chest. Gradually they both slowed down. It took longer for my panicked thoughts to began to organize themselves into what usually passes for coherence.

When they did, I kicked myself (mentally at least). Lethe wasn't just a Mind Witch, able to read unguarded thoughts. She was the much rarer Emotion Witch, able to project amplified versions of her own emotions onto others. We played the game and I showed her was I could do, and in turn she showed me what she could do. (She won.) I won't do that again, at least not until I can craft some kind of protection charm. By which time she will probably have a perception charm to counter my abilities, but whatever.

I realized then I could barely see the faint glow of the physical world and real fear kicked in. Night Witches that go too deep and stay too long in the Shadow World can get lost. Its happened to me a couple of times when I wasn't careful and it is no fun. I always found my way back out, but you never know about the next time. Fortunately, for some reason the pool of moonlight back in the physical world gave off an unusually strong glow, visible even deep into the shadows, so I was able to use it as a beacon to guide myself back.

When I reached the edge of the physical world, Lethe was still there. She had dragged a prayer mat over into the moonlit circle, and lit about a dozen candles (probably from her backpack) and placed them around the altar. A prayer book lay open on the floor. I recognized a ritual setup when I saw one. I will admit I was curious about what she was doing, but not curious enough to hang around and risk another sudden fright. She turned from the altar and faced toward me. I froze for a moment, sure she couldn't see me, but maybe not entirely sure. Then she reached down and pulled off her top.

That caught me by surprise and during my hesitation she reached behind her and quickly unhooked her bra, pulling that off as well, dropping both beside her backpack. Turns out Lethe had a really nice pair of tits. They were the type that my uncle Charley called "torpedo tits", at least he did when he was referring to my Aunt Ethel. But Lethe's boobs were much nicer than Aunt E's, long and firm where my aunt's drooped down more. (Hey, don't judge. I'm not a voyeur, but the teenage years don't count.)

While I was categorizing Lethe's tits, she continued undressing, apparently unaware I had returned. She quickly unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them and her panties down at the same time. This revealed a neatly trimmed patch of raven-dark curls above her shaved cleft. She tossed the pants beside the prayer mat and bent over to rummage through her backpack.

I really should go. My mind kept saying that, but my feet didn't want to move. Turns out the view of her curvy ass from behind was just as mesmerizing as watching her tits from the front. (OK, maybe I am a bit of a voyeur.) Then Lethe found what she was looking for and pulled out a potion bottle and a dark red rubber dildo. The potion bottle apparently held lube, because she slathered the glowing violet gel on the fake cock before capping the bottle and dropping it back into the backpack.

Wow... OK, I think I know this ritual. Light from the full moon at midnight on All Hollows Eve. Naked in front of an altar to the Old Ones. Lethe must be one of the true believers in Hecate and she was seeking a ritual blessing from the goddess. When she knelt facing the alter and pushed the head of the lubed up "devil's cock" into her asshole, that pretty much confirmed it. She wiggled it around for a bit while her back channel got accustomed to its new visitor, then she slowly shoved it the rest of the way in.

Lust sweep over me and I suddenly I was hard as a rock. I mean, morning-wood hard. As Lethe begin to stroke her gleaming anal intruder in and out of her tightly clenched asshole, I found my sweat pants around my ankles and my cock firmly in my hand. Lethe's ample bottom was wiggling in response to her thrusts and those lovely tits were swinging below her. I could see the moisture already glistening from her shaved pubes. I started to slowly stroke myself, but it wasn't doing much to alleviate the heat rising through me as my entire body seemed aroused.

Lethe panted out a low moan as she shoved the ritual cock all the way in and lower her head and shoulders to the mat to free up her other hand so she could reach back and stroke herself while keeping the dildo firmly lodged deep in her ass. Another wave of pure lust hit me, stronger than before. I have had my share of sex with attractive woman, even watched a few of them play with themselves before, but it had never turned me on like this.

Before I knew it, I had stepped out of my sweat pants, stepped out of my shadows, and dropped to my knees on the prayer mat behind her spread legs. Shadow tentacles boiled out behind me and seized her, holding her firmly in place as I lined my cock up with her ready pussy.

"What the fuck..... ohhhh... fuuuuckkkk" she yelled as she felt cold hands grab her right before my rigid cock was shoved all the way in. The instant I bottomed out, she came. And so did I.

My orgasm started in my groin as always, but rather than stay centered there, it spread outward through my entire body. It was one of the most intense I have ever had. My knees and arms were twitching, and I would have probably toppled right out of her if a helpful shadow spirit hadn't propped me up. As it slowly faded, my entire body felt gratified, except apparently my balls. Those bastards were complaining loudly that they were still uncomfortably tight and full. Some how I came without actually coming. Weird, but I knew how to correct that. Steadying myself, I started pumping Lethe's pussy from behind for all I was worth.

Lethe started breathing heavily and moaning, one hand still rubbing her nub. I pumped my hips like I was dancing on stage in a Jersey Club showroom, my cock in exalting in the wonderful sensations produced by its hard and fast pounding. Eventually, the red dildo started to work its way out of Lethe's ass and I spared enough attention to direct a shadow hand to thrust it back in. Rather than just push it in, the night spirit started stroking the fake cock in and out of Lethe's asshole in a complimentary rhythm to my thrusts (sometimes they have a mind of their own), which opened up a whole new range of sensations. Lethe shirked loud enough to wake the dead, but then started repeating "Yes! Yes! Yes!", clearly enjoying being double fucked.

I was thrusting into her hard enough that we would be sliding across the floor if the shadows weren't holding us both firmly in place at the center of the moonlit circle. I knew couldn't keep this hip-thrusting pace up for too much longer. (Well, I could, but only if my cock wasn't wrapped in Lethe's velvet glove.) I felt my balls starting to tighten, given clear notice of their imminent explosion. I had my shadowy helpers lift Lethe up at the shoulders, releasing her torpedo tits to swing free again. I grabbed a double handful as they swung back my way and gave them a good squeeze. Lethe gave a sharp intake of breath and I shifted my grip until I had both her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and then I pinched down hard on both.

"Hells! I'm going to come again! I'm going to come!" she gasped out between hard breaths. And then she did, and so did I.

This orgasm was much more groin-centered as I slammed forward instinctively, burying my cock as deep as I could before releasing my load. But it was just as intense as my prior one and time slowed as the sensations of my pulsing cock shut out almost everything else. I mean, I could feel Lethe's pussy throbbing around me as she was consumed by her own orgasm and hear her gasping cries, but it was like I was deep in the Shadow World, and they were just faint sensations from the outside.

Eventually the commotion in my loins subsided and I rocked back, pulling out of Lethe with a wet squelch. A shadow hand briskly grabbed the rubber phallus that was still plugging in Lethe shapely ass and quickly yanked it out, flinging it away into the darkness. A yowl from Miss Midnight indicated it had landed somewhere near her preferred perch for human copulation review. (Lethe yowled too, but for a different reason.)

Reluctantly, I shooed the night spirits back to their own world and prepared myself for the (likely unpleasant) aftermath. (I really wanted to have the spirits grab me and take me with them. I could pretend they were dragging me uncontrollably back to the Shadow World, which would let me avoid the upcoming conversation, at least for a while.) I mean, nice as that had been, I certainly had taken inappropriate advantage of Lethe in the heat of passion. Lethe had obviously enjoyed it in the moment and hadn't protested, but that doesn't mean she wouldn't be pissed now about not having been given a proper choice.

Lethe rolled over to lay on her back and looked up at me, her eyes locking on mine. Her cheeks were red (blushing?) but her eyes were calculating. The moonlit circle had moved (or maybe we had) and only the upper half of her body was still illuminated. I forced my eyes to focus north of her tits and waited. The silence between us lingered, which was perfectly fine with me. I certainly wasn't going to speak first. The strange tableau held for another frozen moment, until it was broken by long "Rrrowall!" from Miss Midnight.

Lethe gave me a wiry smile. "Hells, Nightcrawler, that was a damn good romp. Best I've had since... well, maybe ever. I didn't think you had that in you." She rocked back, lifting her spread legs up high and grabbed the back of her knees to give me a good view of her ass. Then her hands slid down to spread her cheeks wide. "But you hit the wrong hole. Now I need you to fuck my ass."

I stared at her still well-dilated rear. Even if I couldn't see it perfectly well in dim light, the dark circle was still outlined by glowing purple lube. I could even see a faint violet radiance spilling out from inside. I felt another wave of lust sweep over me as I watched the first drops of my cum seep out of her pussy and slowly make their way down toward the black hole below. My cock stirred, but this time I knew where the lust came from and I easily resisted. (Earlier in the week, the first lecture the institute had us attend was "Recognition and Reaction to Occult Hazards". They didn't cover "don't stick your dick into any strangely glowing orifices", but I felt like it would have fit right in.) "No, I don't think so, Lethe."

She poured in on heavier. "Come on, Nightcrawler! You know you want it. Every guy likes it in a girl's ass now and again. I'm open, ready, and really, really turned on. When are you going to get an opportunity like this again?"

She had a point. Like most guys, I enjoy anal as a change of pace. There is a certain thrill that only comes from a woman willing to take it in the back door. With my last regular fuck-buddy, ass play had been a firm non-starter. (I can still hear her exclaim "No! That hole is exit only!"). Even my college girlfriend Annie had been at best reluctantly willing, only enduring anal at my request and never getting off on it. Still, I felt like I was being sold something here, and the price was still hidden. I looked at Lethe and slowly shook my head.

Lethe shifted tone. "Please Kurt, this is really important to me," she pleaded. "And there is not much time left. You came out of nowhere and disrupted my ritual! Now you owe it to me to help me get it back on track. Its suppose to give me a life-changing blessing. But I need to be ass-fucked on Halloween for it to work."

"Really? You believe in those old superstitions?"

"Raven did a tarot spread, and that's what she saw for my future. And she's good. I mean, really good." Lethe glanced at the moonlit circle. The terminator line had slowly moved up toward her tits. "Please, please, please," she whined, "Please put your cock in my ass and fuck me hard! Now, before its too late!"

Damn, a request for help was much harder to resist. At the sound of her begging to be ass-fucked, my cock surged to half mast, making its vote clear. Maybe she had a point, maybe this is my penitence for fucking her pussy without first getting consent. Maybe there really was something to it, and she really would have to wait for another whole year until next Halloween if I don't step up now. (Maybe I should stop talking myself into this!) Reluctantly, I shuffled forward to the appropriate position and slowly rubbed the head of my cock in the gleaming lube circling her still gaping hole. I had an "oh shit" moment as the lube made my cock tingle and stiffen the rest of the way up. But there didn't seem to be any other side effects.

"Yes" she exclaimed, eyes wide. "Good. Come on, hurry up! Ram it in there."

I grabbed her legs below the knees and pushed her a bit higher, trying to better line myself up. Looking down, my cock had drifted towards its mark and the tip of my manhood was already pressed against the perimeter of her waiting hole. With a deep sigh (I still had a bad feeling about the whole thing), I slowly pushed the head of my cock into her anal opening. I encountered less resistance than I expected so rather than stopping once the head was in, I honored her urgent request and slammed it all the way in, burying myself in her ass all the way up to the hilt.

Lethe grunted at the force of my initial thrust and squirmed uncomfortably in my grip. Then her eyes rolled back, her head wobbled, and she screamed "Yes, its going to work! Now fuck me. Fuck me hard. Pound my open ass like you pounded my cunt!"

I still had my concerns about what this ritual meant for me (and also that she was loudly yelling dirty directions in a building with thin ceilings), but my body took over on its own and I begin a rapid hard stroking, my cock pistoning in and out of her clenching ass. Then I saw a tentatively shadow tentacle poking out of the darkness. With a nod, I gave the spirit permission and the tentacle quickly moved forward to Lethe and start massaging her left breast. Creatively, its end split into multiple prongs to add rubbing and rolling the nipple to the massage. Another spirit quickly followed the first and moved over to Lethe's right side so that both breasts were now being pleasured.

Lethe jumped a bit as she felt the shadow hands move over her again, but then the feelings from their touch added to the sensations from her ass and she moaned again. She released the no longer needed grip on her butt and moved her left hand to start rubbing her nub while the right swayed in the air and tried to make mystic passes. Then I realized then she was chanting. It sounded like she was reciting a prayer in Latin or Greek or maybe even Celtic. (Its hard to tell when her words are punctuated with gasps, moans, and other vocalizations of extreme arousal.)

But I didn't really care in the moment, because my attention was all back on my groin. The tingling in my cock had grown stronger, mixing with the warmth, the snug pressure, and the smooth gliding feeling as my cock traversed her insides. All together, the combined sensations were putting me in a state of near rapture as my climax rapidly approached. I tried to stretch the moment out a bit by breaking up the rhythm. Rather than continue the steady thrusts, I switched to repeatedly pulling almost all the way out, pausing for a beat, then slamming back in hard. That definitely disrupted Lethe's concentration as her chants turned to keening wails. But I managed only a dozen strokes with this new rhythm before her back suddenly arched. I felt her ass clamp down and then her strong muscle contractions rhythmically massaged my overstimulated cock into its own powerful explosion.

With my cock still buried in her ass, my balls pumped what felt like a torrent of cum into her. I was lost in my euphoria when my muscles suddenly went limp and I collapsed down onto Lethe. I managed to avoid landing my full weight on top of her, instead rolling us to a side-by-side position. I stayed lodged in her ass and the movement triggered another orgasm for Lethe, who held on to me tightly as she bucked and trembled.

Gradually, the tide of sensations ebbed and I slid out of her. Physically, I was completely washed out. The last time I remembered being this tired was at a rehearsal for Hairspray when a perfectionist choreographer made us redo the finale dance about a dozen times. Lethe looked like she felt the same, and rolled on her back with a groan of protest, her eyes tightly closed. The circle of moonlight had moved some but her neck and head were still illuminated, so I assumed we had finished in time. But honestly, I was just too tired to ask. We lay there together but separate for a few moments until my eyes caught a flash of black on black and with a loud squall, Miss Midnight landed in a crouch right between Lethe's tits.

Lethe yelped, startled out of her lethargy. The cat's back was arched, her hairs were up, and she was yowling at Lethe like dinner was two hours late. Lethe pushed herself up on her elbows and grumbled at the cat, "Yes, yes, I got it. The trilogy ritual." She paused and whined "But this isn't the blessing I was expecting!" Midnight's responding hiss seem to say It never is girly, now deal with it! and with that, the cat whirled, bounced off Lethe, and slunk back to its attic hidey-hole.

Without another word, Lethe spun herself around, groped in the darkness until she found my limp cock and then tried to giving it a few strokes. I hadn't pegged her for the insatiable type, but it didn't matter because she wasn't going to get an second encore out of me. She gave it a game try though, lowering her head and taking my flaccid length into her mouth. (Yeah, that was unexpected!) She licked and sucked and stroked for a few moments, but with this strange lethargy still weighting me down, I was just too tired for anything more to happen. (Also too tired to stop her because it did feel really nice.)

After a few minutes she abandoned her efforts and turned to get into her backpack. I heard the pop of a cap and then saw a faint purple glow before her slick and slippery hand returned to my limp cock. A few strokes and my entire groin was tingling like tiny needles were poking into my skin. The prickling sensations were more eerie than erotic, but none the less my cock responded by stretching and stiffing until it was at its full length, raised from the dead like Frankenstein's monster coming off the slab. (If the Potion Witch that brewed that lube had any marketing sense, she could render Viagra obsolete!)

Lethe's mouth returned to my cock, sucking on the underside then bobbing up and down on it as her hand did the steady "stroke and squeeze" from below. She even managed to fit the whole thing in her mouth again, although she had to take it down her throat this time. The prickling, the lube, and Lethe's warm mouth all combined together to feel pretty darn good. But there was also a underlying ache, like a when you are dancing with a pulled muscle that hasn't quite healed. The ache grew stronger as the pressure in my balls increased, and I found myself desperately wanting to come just to get it over with.

I hung there, suspended between pleasure and pain as Lethe worked harder and harder on my cock, increasing to a frenzied pace as she tried to pull me over the edge. As the last of the moonlight left my face, the night spirits intervened. Tentacles swarmed out of the darkness and grabbed Lethe by the head and shoulders, forcing her all the way down on my cock. Her lips were pressed hard into my loins and held there for a few choking seconds before the tentacles pulled her off enough to gasp for breath. Then they roughly pushed her face back down and throttled her on my cock again. Lethe didn't really resist and the process repeated itself four (five?) times before I felt the first deep twitch and I shouted. (I could tell you I gave a eloquent verbal warning to Lethe that I was going to come, but in truth it was something more primal like "AHHHHH!")

My third powerful orgasm was agony wrapped in ecstasy as my empty balls somehow (magically!) produced a third powerful barrage of cum. The spirits had let Lethe pull back on my cock until just the head was in her mouth, and she was swallowing the deluge as fast as she could but the flood still caused her to cough and let the rich creamy substance leak out from her mouth and down my cock.

As the spurts turned to dribbles, my cock declared it had had quite had enough, thank you, and it shrank itself down to be as small as possible. It probably even pulled in some extra shadows for additional concealment. Lethe pushed away the hovering tentacles and used her tongue to scoop in the last of my cum and otherwise finish cleaning up my manhood from our evening's activities. Fortunately, I didn't think there was enough mojo in the world for her to get a rise out of it again. To say I was drained was an understatement.

Lethe turned herself around and shifted to lay back down beside me. The moonlight was gone now, but she used her nose to find mine in the age-old method that all couples do in the dark. Our mouths met and her tongue pushed through to give me a final salty caress that was surprising gentle considering our recent frenzied activity. "Thank you, sister," she said.

That triggered enough alarm bells to startle me out of my lethargy. Sister is a special term for witches. It can mean just another friendly witch, but usually you would use "cousin" instead. Sister is normally reserved for a witch in your coven. (And yes, even warlocks get called sister, rather than brother. No reason to be consistent in your gender-typing nomenclature.)

With a sudden sinking felling, I examine Lethe again with my second sight and the other shoe dropped. Sure enough, glowing between us was a brand new coven bond! (It dawned on me that must be what her "trilogy ritual" comment meant and why she was so eager for the third act.) The bond was strong and tightly linked us together, allowing us to share spiritual energy and intertwining our fates. Lethe saw me looking and gave me a mischievous grin. Her eyes were wild she planted a deep, eager kiss upon my lips, full of promise.

"We are going to have such wicked fun together!" she purred. Somewhere in the darkness, Miss Midnight yowled in agreement.