Spell My Name

Author's Note: This is my first contest submission. Any feedback is greatly appreciated.

I met Vivian when we were kids. Her idea of fun was finding all kinds of plants and bugs, throwing them into a bucket of dirt and naming her concoction after what her imagination wanted it to do.

Everyone thought she was weird. She didn't care and would always announce her concoctions to us as she made them, even when no one was watching.

A boy in the neighborhood tried to bully her, grabbing her bucket and dumping her concoction on the ground. I wanted to stick up for her off principle. My mom raised me to have people's backs when I saw them being mistreated.

But Vivian didn't need my help. She laughed.

"Now you're going to be really sick. This potion makes someone sick if I say so." She said with a smile on her face.

Everyone rolled their eyes, some even laughed at her for thinking anyone would care about her dirt bucket potions.

The boy kicked at the mixture on the ground before saying, "It's just dirt you weirdo," and running off.

All the other kids thought nothing of it and went back to playing their games, but I remember imagining him actually getting sick, and thinking What if it works?

Then the boy started puking everywhere. Everyone gasped and all eyes locked onto Vivian, that smug smile on her face as she watched.

After that she was never bullied again and everyone stayed away from her. Except me.

Other kids thought I was weird too. Sometimes I couldn't help how wild or dark my imagination would go. I would cry, or laugh out loud at random from some of the things in my head. I used to tell people what made me cry or randomly laugh. But once I realized they thought it was weird, I got tired of that look on their faces and just kept it to myself.

I was intrigued by Vivian, partially because of her imagination but also because she never gave me that weird look when I told her what I was thinking. Naturally we became best friends. I never saw another one of her concoctions work, but I helped her make them. I helped her with whatever she wanted.

Dirt in a bucket became cookie dough in a bowl or homework the night before it was due or a scrunchie when she forgot one. I helped her with whatever she needed because Vivian was a great friend.

She was there for me through my parents divorce and the horrible car accident I'd gotten in with my mother when we'd tried to take a vacation.

I was there for her when she accidentally set her bedroom on fire, giving her things from my room to redecorate.

She was fiercely loyal and honest, sometimes even crying when she had to tell me something she didn't want to, like when my crush asked her out instead of me.

I wasn't surprised. Vivian had the type of beauty you didn't have to work for. Boys were always more attracted to her than me. But finding one was never difficult for me.

I had my first real kiss during my sophomore year. All I remember is that the boy and I finally found some time alone after a football game and he leaned in and kissed me. The kiss itself wasn't bad, but all I could think about was whether this is what it would feel like to kiss Vivian.

Her lips were always glossy and rested naturally in a slight pout. Her eyes were always soft, and joyful except when she was upset and vengeful. Then they were steel, the severity almost scaring me the few times I'd seen it.

She was fierce and brilliant and even before we graduated high school, my mind was full of her.

It was manageable, if only because we both had boyfriends, but most often I was thinking about her.

In college things got a bit worse as I started to feel pangs of jealousy every time she told me about some guy she was with, the way he kissed her or touched her. She never had any issue telling me all the details and I never wanted to discourage her so I said nothing.

She still made time for me, hanging out and going shopping with her credit card which her mom paid for, a condition of her good grades.

My mother wasn't the type and reminded me constantly that I would need a job because she wasn't paying for anything outside of tuition.

Getting the job wasn't too bad, it just meant we couldn't see each other as much as I would have liked. Still she made the effort not to forget about me.

Weekends were movie nights, cuddled under blankets with popcorn and chocolate. Always in her dorm room, instead of mine because her blankets were the cosiest and she had a million pillows which made the place even more comfortable. Plus her roommate was always out with her boyfriend so she had way more privacy than I did.

It was my favorite part of the week, her warmth pressed onto me, our shoulders or hips touching under the blankets. One night I opened my arms to stretch out and she turned sideways to lean into me, her back pressed into my side. It was comfortable but it sent my heart into a frenzy. I ached to pull her closer but was absolutely terrified that it would be too much, that I would scare her. After that night, we always cuddled closer, and our movie nights went from being my favorite part of the week to being a lifeline that my heart settled into. To pretend, even if just for a few hours, that she was mine.

Then Vivian did something that completely changed our relationship. She joined a Sorority. Apparently not one I'd ever heard of or seen anywhere on campus.

Where every other sorority or fraternity proudly displayed their allegiance to the groups with merchandise, you know, jackets, sweaters, that sort of thing, Vivian did not. She wouldn't even talk about it unless I pried relentlessly, which I almost never did. Except one day in particular.

We were getting ready to watch a movie on one of our movie nights which I was lucky either of us still had time for. I was a little early because I'd gotten off work earlier so she wasn't ready yet and had to change into her pajamas.

Now, I'd seen Vivian undress before so this was really no big deal. I was always able to keep my feelings for her to myself, and not make anything awkward or uncomfortable by staring. I honestly always noticed the soft curves of her hips, the smooth skin of her stomach, the fullness of her breasts but I never stared for too long.

This particular night she was undressing agonizingly slowly though, as if she were in pain. I wasn't going to say anything but then, on her left side, right under her ribs I saw a small crescent mark. A brand.

I jumped up and ran to her, stopping her from covering it with her night shirt.

"Viv, what the fuck is this?"

"Sorority stuff Kar," she said and firmly pulled her shirt back down.

"You let them do that to you? They're hazing you and you let them-"

She held up a hand to stop me, "Yes, I let them, and I don't want to talk about it,"

"You never want to talk about it. You're shutting me out. It kinda hurts Viv," I huffed in frustration.

It wasn't like her to allow this type of thing. I couldn't see my bold best friend submitting to anyone let alone allowing someone to brand her.

"I know, and I'm really sorry. I wish I could tell you about it but I can't. Let's just watch the movie,"

I couldn't take that answer.

"No way I'm going to let it go, if people are hurting you, I want to know why you'd let them. That's not you. The Viv I know would never-" She held up her hand again.

"The Viv you know has to make way for a new version of me. I'm sorry. I know you can't understand but I need you to just trust me. I'm fine. This is what I want."

"To be branded?"

"To belong."

"And you can't do that without letting people brand you?"

"It's my body Kar! I can do what I want!" She yelled.

My chest tightened, I swallowed hard as I fought to accept that there was nothing I could do.

We watched the movie, but the air was thick with unspoken words.

We often found time to study together, but after that night she was studying with her sorority sisters more often than with me.

Our movie nights went from both Friday and Saturday to just Friday, as Saturdays were now for her sorority sisters too, whom I had never met nor ever seen.

Vivian started to change subtly at first but after our Sophomore year the changes were a lot less subtle.

She had an even more intense glow up. Her body went crazy, filling out even more in all the places mine stayed relatively the same. Her style transitioned slowly but surely from hot pinks and whites to black and purple or dark blue.

Her makeup became darker too, usually dark lip liners and heavy eyeliners which made her look outrageously more intense considering the natural thickness of her eyebrows.

Everyone else was noticing too. She was always having some hot guy walk up to her, asking for an iota of her time.

I thought for sure I would start to lose her soon, with everything going on and new things coming up but I didn't. She stuck around, always finding time for me.

We rarely talked about her sorority still, although I was curious as to why I'd never seen them, and what the hell they were all doing.

I teased her one day after our movie ended, "So is it too late for me to join your sorority? I wanna get insanely hot too," I giggled.

She looked up at me, wide-eyed, a slight grin spreading her lips, "Probably. You wouldn't want to join anyway. Definitely not your thing."

"Why not?"

"There's just a lot you have to do that I know you're not up for." She said,

"Like what?" I teased.

"Just sorority stuff Kar, trust me, not your cup of tea,"

"I mean, what? You guys eating each other's pussies or something?" I asked, only half joking, with a slight smile.

Viv's face dropped, her mouth hanging open in shock at my question, "No we're not, what the fuck Kar?!"

"What? That's not too far out there, I've heard some stories!"

"Well, not from my sorority, gosh! I wouldn't eat their pussies anyway c'mon, like when have you ever seen me with another girl?"

"I don't know, maybe it would be different for you if it was part of your hazing."

"No, I just wouldn't."

"Oh so branding is okay but eating pussy is where you draw the line huh?"

She gave me a look then, as if she was wondering the same thing.

"I just wouldn't eat their pussies, Kar," she said, staring me down, her tone letting me know she wanted to end the conversation.

I relented, knowing when not to take it too far and accepting her answer as an answer to another unasked question.. She stretched out on her bed then, yawning wide while her body arched, her breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt.

She looked so damn good. Part of me wanted to reach over and kiss her. Tell her that she didn't have to eat anything but let her know just how badly I wanted to.

She was smart and beautiful, brave and funny and absolutely perfect to me. She was everything I wished the guys I talked to were. I realized then, that being with a guy just wasn't going to do it for me. If I couldn't have Vivian then I wanted someone like her.

Over the next few months I started exclusively dating girls. There were enough lesbians on campus that I could find a few that were close enough to Vivian.

But they would get attached and eventually I would disappoint them.

You see, when I got with someone who had that same dark edge and full lips, a sexy smile, and the brains to match, my mind thought of Vivian and I would fuck them the way I wanted to fuck her. I'll admit it was way too much passion but I could only seem to realize that in hindsight.

In the moment, whenever I was with them my mind drifted to her. Then, I'd eventually have the horrible realization that none of them could even compare. They didn't have her laugh, or her sense of humour. They didn't have that spark in their eyes or those adorable dimples in their cheeks, or that one she had in her chin. They didn't care for me the way she did.

It always became obvious to them who I really wanted. Especially when she would call me for a random movie night and I would change plans for her every time.

One of them finally came right out and asked me, "Why don't you just fucking date her and stop wasting my fucking time?"

I felt horrible that she even felt that way, but still I told the truth, "She's straight, so it's just not like that."

She laughed at me, "You think that girl is straight?"

"She is, she's not into girls."

"Then why the fuck is she randomly calling you to go watch a movie with her at night?"

"We're friends, it's just our tradition."

"Oh tradition? Oh okay, well good luck with that Karissa but I'm not going to sit around and wait for you," She said before slamming the door to my room.

That night I considered what she had said and was going to ask Vivian about it, but then...

"So I know this is random to watch the movie tonight instead of our usual Fridays but I have a date Friday and I didn't want you to think I just forgot about you." she said, pulling the popcorn out of the microwave.

"Oh okay, no that's cool," I said, that pang of jealousy starting up again, "Who is he?"

"His name is Ian. He's on the basketball team, tall, really cute, and he's a little gothic so he matches my aesthetic." she smiled.

"Oh cool,"

"Yea, maybe later we can double date."

"Probably not. That's over with."

"Damn Kar! You guys were doing pretty good too. What the hell happened?"

"She just lost interest." I told her, same thing I said about the last three who couldn't stand the fact that I was so close and clearly had feelings for someone as gorgeous as Vivian.

Vivian didn't respond to that, she just got quiet and focused intently on the movie.

I met Ian a few times and I hate to admit it but they looked good together.

I found myself starting to wear darker clothes. Part of me told myself Vivian and Ian were just rubbing off on me but a secret part of me wanted to match Vivian's aesthetic too.

We did eventually go on a double date once I finally found a girl who hadn't yet caught wind of my unrequited attraction to my best friend. This girl was different. Kayla. She was nothing at all like Viv but she had her own style, her own version of cool that I thought for sure would keep my thoughts of my friend at bay.

She was a bit freakier too, always ready to fuck, calling me all hours of the night to sneak me into her room.

I remember feeling like I was finally getting somewhere when Kayla called me in the middle of my movie night with Vivian. I answered the phone, the sound of her sexy voice lulling me into a trance as she told me all the things she would be doing to herself while she waited for me to get to her.

I apologized profusely to Vivian, who told me over and over that it was okay, that she was happy for me.

That night, I'm sure Kayla and I probably kept everyone on her floor awake, as we just couldn't get enough of each other.

But I fucked up.

The intensity of my last orgasm scrambled my brain and for a split second I saw Vivian. Her eyes staring into mine as she fingered me to oblivion.

Then I felt the sharp sting of a slap across my face.

Kayla was looking at me like I was the one who hit her.

"What the hell was that for?" I asked, grabbing my face to soothe the sting.

"You just fucking moaned her name while I was fucking you!" She yelled, hand raised to swing again.

I caught it that time. I didn't even need to ask her whose name I accidently moaned. I knew in my heart, because my heart belonged to her.

"Get the fuck out!" She yelled, throwing my clothes at me.

After Kayla, there was no one else. I gave up.

I accepted that this was my fate. To be cursed with the burden of this unrequited love. To feel the constant tug towards someone I could never have.

I went back to my own room that night and cried myself to sleep, thinking of that beautiful smile surrounded by those deep dimples.

The rest of college blew by. I just focused on myself, on my grades, but my friendship with Vivian stayed strong.

I was one of the few lucky ones with a job waiting for me when I graduated. Vivian was too. It was her idea to get an apartment together.

She and Ian broke up when he moved out of state. I'm not sure what really happened there because for the first time, Vivian had kept most of that story to herself. I didn't pry.

We moved in a short time after, pulling little things from our parent's houses but buying the big stuff together. After a few months our apartment was finally set up.

We were on the couch watching a movie one night, well she was watching the movie. I was pretending to watch the movie, pretending not to notice how good she looked in that tank top, ignoring the way my heart fluttered when she laughed, focusing heavily on not being attracted to her.

Suddenly she paused the movie and turned to me.

"We never did celebrate getting our first place," she said, "My sorority sisters are hosting a Halloween party this weekend and I want you to come and meet them," she smiled, almost shyly.

"You want to... introduce me to your top secret sorority?" I asked, trying so hard to make it sound like a joke but failing. I was honestly shocked, as I had accepted that I would never meet them, never know what she'd been up to.

"Yea, is that okay with you?"

'Yea that's cool," I tried to sound nonchalant, I'm pretty sure I failed at that too.

She smiled and turned back to the movie.

Something happened in the movie that I couldn't focus on. She laughed. My heart fluttered.

On the day of the party, I was going to wear just some jeans and a tank top and jacket but Vivian wouldn't let me.

"Please, trust me Kar, I'm begging you. You have to spice it up a bit, I want you to make a good first impression."

"What's wrong with what I have on?"

"It doesn't say party, it says, I dunno, trip to the library or something,"

"The library?!"

"The library,"

My mouth hung open in shock while she combed through my closet.

"You don't have anything in here." She said disappointed, "I have something you can wear," she declared, pulling me into her room.

"Viv, you know damn well I can't fit any of your clothes. I don't have the... dimensions." I mumbled, accidentally allowing my eyes to glide up and down the sculpted frame of her body. She saw me.

"I'll find something that you can stretch into," she laughed.

Then she pulls out the smallest pair of leggings I've ever seen.

"What the hell?" I laugh at how small they are, and she laughs too.

"They'll stretch c'mon, it's to go under the skirt cuz it's kinda chilly outside."

Then she holds up the napkin of a pencil skirt.

"Viv," I say, giving her a look.

"Just trust me."

She finishes the look with a crop top, a leather jacket, which luckily is fleecelined and warm and a pair of chelsea boots.

I take the clothes and get dressed, then come back to her room so she can see me.

She's dressed too, in her mirror adding lip liner when she sees me.

"Yes, oh my God, you look really good," she smiles, "You're definitely gonna pull someone at this party. We will not be coming back alone, that's for sure," she laughs and the pain in my chest almost knocks me into the wall.

"You okay?" she asks, as I stumble backward.

"Yea, I'm fine. But I'm not looking for anybody at this party. I'm gonna stay single for a while." I say, unable to keep the sting out of my voice.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to like, offend you or anything. I was just saying you look good and maybe it's time you get back out there you know. Meet somebody."

"I'm good," I say, too sharply, "I'll wait for you in the car."

I felt like shit. She's always dating someone else, talking about dating someone else, flirting, something. I realized painfully that this was going to be my life with her.

I would never want to stop being her friend but if I was ever going to move on, eventually I would need to get away from her. I couldn't be her roommate after our lease was up. There was no way I could survive it, especially not if she was going to be bringing guys home.

Just the thought of having to actually, for the first time, hear them fucking through those paper thin walls that separated our rooms, made me sick. To know that, just inches away from me, someone else would be kissing her, holding her, pleasing her body... my head started to spin.

She got in the car a short time later and apologized again. I told her it was cool but clearly the vibes were off.

"If you're not feeling up to it, we don't have to go anymore." She tried.

"No its okay, I want to meet your friends,"

"Sisters," she corrected me before driving off.

The party was at this huge brick mansion, semi secluded and privately covered by a strip of forest. The driveway was long but beautifully lit by small lanterns.

There were already lots of people there when we arrived. We had trouble figuring out where to park until someone came out and pointed out a spot. Then we stepped out and could already hear the music pouring out of the house.

I followed Vivian to the door and then stopped in my tracks.

The house was surrounded by frogs the size of my palm.

Vivian didn't seem to mind, in fact, she bent down and picked one up, putting it in her purse before continuing on without even looking back to see if I was following.

She knew I was.

Once we stepped inside the music was almost deafening. The crowd was thick, but not too thick to move through. Vivian traversed the place like she'd been plenty of times before, familiar, and not just with the layout.

People were walking past and hugging her, "Hey Vivian" coming from every direction. I tried hard to deal with the thought that she could have anyone of these guys she wanted, and one of them might very well be lucky enough to fuck her, and torture me all night with the sounds of her moaning for him.

Finally she led me to a quieter corner of the house, up to a dark haired woman in a black, skin tight dress. Her face was made severe by her black lipstick, and smoky eyeshadow.

"Tabitha, this is my friend Karissa," She said to her.

Tabitha reached out and took my hand, shaking it gently.

"Ahh, Karissa. I've heard so much about you. Sorors!" she yelled, and suddenly more women entered the room.

"This is Vivian's friend Karissa," she told them, and they all walked up to me and softly shook my hand.

One particularly tall woman shook my hand, and suddenly I thought about the frog in Vivian's purse.

What the hell was she about to do with it?

"Well, it was nice to finally meet you Karissa. Why don't you go mingle and get a drink. We need a moment alone with Vivian," Tabitha said.

I looked around awkwardly, the last thing I wanted to do was leave Vivian and go back out there alone.

"It's okay Kar, I'll be right out," Vivian said.

I turned and left the room, one of the sisters closing the door behind me. I looked around at the crowd of people that would greet me around the corner and suddenly felt the urge to go wait in the car. I never went to parties alone and actually felt weird that my best friend would even leave me out here like this.

I was about to go find a drink and a spot to sit in when I realized I left my phone in the car. I went back to the room to get the car keys from Viv and knocked. No answer.

I tried the handle. It wasn't locked.

I was going to just open the door, but once it was cracked I saw a bright purple light glowing from the floor. I pulled the door back to a slither of a crack. I wanted to see what they were doing, my mind racing as I thought of what I would do if they were hurting Vivian, regardless if she let them or not.

They were dressed in black robes, standing in a loose circle. Vivian stepped in the center, pulling the frog from her purse and placing it in the center of the circle.

She stepped back slightly, raised her arms and said a few words as the others poured some clear liquid on the floor.

They began to chant, something I couldn't understand and then they walked clockwise, maintaining the loose circle.

The purple light on the floor began to grow brighter and brighter as they circled. Then I saw something, something wildly incredible and equally terrifying. The frog began to stand, its limbs stretching, its body elongating, its head enlarging until, right before my very eyes, the frog became a man.

I gasped out loud. Like an idiot.

They stopped chanting and turned to look towards the door.

I immediately closed it and ran, hearing it swing open right behind me. Before I could get lost in the crowd an arm grabbed me and a hand wrapped around my mouth as I was dragged back to the room.

The door closed with a thud. The naked man in the center of the circle stood looking around until he was escorted through another set of doors.

"What the fuck!" I started yelling over and over.

Vivian crouched down next to me, "Kar, you have to calm down please,"

"What the fuck did ya'll just do? I saw that shit! I saw ya'll turn that frog into that man."

"No Kar, that's not what you saw. There was a frog and there was a man but that doesn't mean we-"

"Stop." Tabitha cut her off, "No need to lie to her, she knows what she saw."

"No please, Tabitha," Vivian began to plead, "She's my best friend since I was a little kid, there's gotta be something else we can do!" she yelled.

"No!" Tabitha yelled back. "Rules are rules, she saw, she must not be allowed even the opportunity to tell a soul," she said.

"I won't tell anyone! I swear!" I promised.

"That's makes no difference to me Karissa, I'm sorry but you shouldn't have opened the door,"

"It was unlocked!" I tried to defend myself, "I left my phone in the car and I only came for the keys. Please!"

"There must be something else we can do, anything!" Vivian yelled again as Tabitha pulled a dagger from her cloak, walking slowly toward me.

"There is one thing, Tabitha," One of the other sisters says.

"An ailment spell," Vivian says, coming to the conclusion before the other sister can get it out.

Tabitha squints at me, the dagger shaking slightly in her hand.

"Very well. But you must cast the spell Vivian," Tabitha says

"Yes of course," Vivian bows her head in thanks, then looks at me.

"The spell will grant you the cure of an ailment. You'll be bound by agreement never to tell anyone what you saw here. If you do, the ailment will return at its maximum capability. For most people that means death, do you understand?" Vivian asks me, the fear in her eyes alone making me question everything that's happening even more. But I know that if I don't agree they could very well hold me down and kill me.

I nod my head.

"Okay name an ailment, something that causes you pain or grief, like maybe the back pain that you get from time to time?" She says.

I think about it. The accident from my early teens had left me with random bouts of back pain. That would be quite a punishment if it came back to its maximum capability. I could certainly see myself dying from that.

But I knew I would never tell anyone what I saw and if an ailment of mine would be cured, I knew for a fact what I'd want that to be.

"No not that," I told her. "I want one for my heart. I haven't told you but there's someone that I've wanted for a long time that just doesn't want me back," I said, unable to meet her eyes.

The entire room erupted in a unanimous, "Ouuuuu" as if I'd told them something excruciating.

"I don't want to feel that way about them anymore," I said.

Vivian pulled a small book from her cloak and began to turn the pages.

"That spell requires a potion," she said to Tabitha.

Tabitha looked at the book then went through the set of doors where they took the frog man.

She returned a few seconds later with a small bottle, filled with a glowing pink liquid.

Tabitha looked at me as she opened it, "If you betray our trust, you'll likely die of cardiac arrest almost instantly. Also, for this particular spell, the person of your affection cannot return those feelings. That's a different spell," she nodded to Vivian.

"I understand, I swear I won't tell a soul. And no, the person doesn't feel the same way."

"Who's the person?" Vivian asks,

"Just someone who doesn't feel the same way."

"You're sure?" Tabitha asks.

"Yes. They've already told me so." I said, looking at the bottle as she unsealed it.

"Drink it all," she said, as she handed it to me.

I put the bottle to my lips and tasted it. For as pretty as it looked, it tasted horrible. I was tempted to spit it out.

"All of it!" Tabitha yelled, "Don't spit out your only chance to live." She said sternly.

Then Vivian started to speak,

"In return for ailments cure I cast this single spell

For it returns a thousand fold if you should ever tell,"

I downed the rest of the drink in one go, trying desperately not to taste it.

"A heart disturbed, each beat a pain

Affection burned, its love in vain,

Unrequited, filled with sorrow

Change its tune upon tomorrow"

A stream of light burst from my chest as I collapsed backwards against the hardwood floor.

The sisters surrounded me and began to walk in a circle again.

I writhed in pain, my heart constricting, palpitating so painfully I started to scream.

"Gag her!" Tabitha yelled.

One of the guys from the party walked in then, "You guys this is way too fucking loud, I said you could do that shit if it was quiet."

"We're having a bit of an issue," Tabitha said, kneeling down beside me to stuff a cloth in my mouth.

I screamed around the cloth, abandoning the floor as my body levitated off the ground.

"Oh shit," the guy said before quickly leaving.

Vivian started to panic, "Tabitha what's happening? Did I do it wrong?"

"No you did it right, sometimes this happens, just depends on how strongly her heart was attached." Tabitha reassured her.

I screamed out again, twisting as the sisters continued to circle me.

"Hold her down Vivian, if she gets to high it'll hurt like hell when she comes down,"

Vivian and Tabitha both held me against the floor, their eyes filled with concern as I screamed in pain again, the light from my chest separating and going in all directions.

I literally felt my heart breaking into a million tiny pieces before I blacked out.

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I woke up in my bed, a slight throbbing pain in my chest and a pounding headache.

I sat up, grabbed my head with one hand, the other clutching my chest as I took deep breaths.

There was a knock at the door before Vivian walked in,

"Hey," she smiled, "You okay?"

"Yea, I guess." I murmured, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. With them clear, I got a good look at her.

She was wearing a loose pair of sweats and a tight t-shirt. She was beautiful as usual and yet...

I didn't feel it.

I didn't feel it!

I was over her. I could literally feel that I was over her.

I jumped out of the bed, a huge smile spreading across my face.

"It worked!" I yelled, jumping into the air and giving a loud "Whooooo"

I felt free.

"I'm glad you're happy," Vivian smiled.

Then I remembered, "Yea, either this or you were gonna let that bitch slit my throat." I deadpanned.

Her eyebrows rose, her eyes growing wide, "No I was not!" she yelled.

"That's what it looked like to me,"

"Did you not hear me begging for your life?"

"What the fuck have you gotten yourself into where you need to beg for anybody's life? And why the hell were y'all turning frogs into people?" I demanded.

"We weren't turning frogs into people, we were turning people who had been turned into frogs back into people," She said, her nose in the air as if that made a damn difference.

"Ohhhh my bad, thanks for clearing that up?" I said, my tone oozing sarcasm.

"Look, I know it's scary but that's why I didn't want to tell you that the sorority was a coven. I knew you'd be freaked out,"

"Yea because they kill people!"

"Only if they have to!"

"Oh, so a coven of witches don't have a memory erasing spell? You just go straight to the dagger huh?"

Vivian looked at the floor and twisted her foot nervously, "Memory spells are easily undone. Besides, it was a spur of the moment thing, not everybody's good under pressure,"

"So if she would've stabbed me, do you guys have an unstab spell for when someone finally came to their senses?" I asked.

She looked around at the walls, "I'm sorry, Karissa, okay, I know that was scary but I promise you, no matter what I had to come up with I wouldn't have let them hurt you. Okay?" she asked me, swallowing hard while she looked into my eyes.

I could tell she was telling the truth so I let it go, huffing and turning to plop back onto my bed.

I looked at her again. Nothing. I just felt the way I felt with all my other friends. She was pretty and cool, but that was it. No flutter, no palpitations, no lingering thoughts. No pain.

She cocked her head to the side and met my gaze with a curious expression before plopping down next to me.

"Now that you're sworn to secrecy I can tell you anything, and show you, well not everything but quite a bit," She punctuated that sentence with a swish of her wrist closing my bedroom door from three feet away.

My face lit up, "That's so cool, of course you have powers!" I was only half surprised.

"Remember when you made that bully throw up on the playground? I knew there was something special about you then." I beamed, feeling proud of my friend and free in the sense that my feelings now being platonic meant that I felt no weirdness in telling her she was special.

For a second she looked shy, glancing down at her hands, her cheeks pink. Then her eyebrows creased, as if she was confused.

"What? I asked.

"Nothing, I just remembered some work I have to get done so let me know if you need anything," she said before getting up and leaving the room, using her telekinesis to open the door.

"Will do," I called back before turning to my phone, choosing to finally put someone else on my mind. There were at least one or two women who I knew would be down to go out.

I was about to go on my first 'thoughts-of-Vivian-free' date in seven years.

Hey name was Ashley. She was a pretty woman with deep brown eyes and a perfect row of pretty white teeth. Our date went relatively well, she was funny and genuine in the best way. But halfway through I felt a pain in my chest, the dull throbbing cranking up to noticeable discomfort.

Ashley noticed too, but I told her it was fine.

The pain lasted through the entire trip back home and didn't dull until I stepped into the apartment.

Vivian was sleeping on the couch. I pulled a blanket over her shoulders and went to bed.

That following morning she was wide awake, running off a million questions while we both got ready for work.

What did she look like?

Where does she work?

Was she funny?

Was she smart?

"Vivian please, it was one date, I don't know everything about her yet. I'm just happy I can even go on a date," I said, pulling a brush through my hair before tying it up in a scrunchie.

"What do you mean?" Viv looked at me with one eyebrow arched, a strange kind of concern on her face.

"Nothing," I told her, "See ya later," and I went to work.

All throughout the day the chest pain worsened, distracting me from my job.

Back home, Vivian was highly irritable, and when I asked her what was wrong all I got was a curt "Nothing," before she went back to her room, closing the door behind her.

I tried to keep in touch with Ashley, but honestly the chemistry just wasn't there and in a matter of days, our texts went dry.

I told Vivian this while we were setting up to watch a movie.

"I mean, I'm sorry to hear that I guess, but you were kinda wasting your time with her anyway," she said, a weird, almost disappointed look on her face.

"How? You're the one who told me to get back out there," I responded.

"Yea, let's just watch the movie," She said, crossing her arms.

She seemed upset throughout the entire movie, her leg shaking in irritation. Not that I was doing much better with a slight pain in my chest. Once it neared the end she was fidgeting in her seat and as she did so my chest began to ache worse, the pain becoming more intense, and accompanied with a slight pink glow seeping through my shirt.. I shifted slightly, rubbing at my chest, trying to dull the pain. Randomly she got up and went to her room. I caught a glimpse of a blue glow before her door closed.

"Where ya going?" I asked, confused, "What's wrong?"

"I'll be back," she answered.

"You're about to miss how it ends!" I yelled, when the movie was nearing its conclusion.

She didn't respond.

"VIV!" I yelled.

"It's Fine!" she yelled back from her room. For a second I felt a twinge of worry. It wasn't like her to miss the ending of a movie.

I tried to talk to her about it the next day, asking her over and over what was wrong. Clearly whatever it was had gotten worse. When I got home from work she was all but hyperventilating, sweat pouring down her forehead. My heart constricted, painfully forcing me to take a steadying breath. I fought through it.

"Did you work out or something? Are you sick?" I questioned her, trying to get to the bottom of it. She walked away from me without answering, but I followed her almost instinctively as my own pain fluctuated.

"Viv, what the fuck is going on?!" I all but begged her to let me in. She had closed her bedroom door and was blasting music. A clear sign that something was wrong.

I would've been fine with letting her sort it out on her own, except seeing her like this, clearly in some kind of distress, was getting to me too. Romantic feelings or not, she was still my best friend.

On top of that, my chest pain had become all but excruciating. Half the time I was having trouble breathing because of the pain, the pink glow becoming brighter and brighter, but I figured the spell would have side effects.

By Friday evening we reached a boiling point.

I came home to Vivian doubled over, groaning in pain, sweat soaked hair sticking to her forehead.

"Vivian, come on please, we have to go to the hospital." I reached for her, wrapping a hand around her waist.

She groaned louder and pushed me away from her, "Don't touch me!" she all but shrieked.

"What the hell is going on with you?! I'm calling the ambulance,"

She reached up and knocked my phone out of my hand.

"No, you can't," she said, standing straight.

Then I noticed it again, a light blue glow emanated from her chest, pulsating every time she groaned.

"Viv, seriously, you're scaring me," I walked up to her, desperately wanting to hold her and fix whatever was wrong.

She held her arm out to stop me, her hand grabbing loosely at my collar. As soon as she touched me she groaned again, and then her knees gave out and she collapsed into me, her breathing heavy, she groaned again before looking up at me. The look on her face was pure agony.

"It's a magic thing, clearly," She motioned at her glowing chest, then looked down and noticed mine, her eyebrows scrunching, "I have to call Tabitha," she grabbed her phone and dialed her friend.

After a brief explanation she listened silently before groaning again.

"Yes, I remember my code phrase. Okay, thank you," she panted.

Her hands fumbled around for her keys, "C'mon, we have to go to the high priestess,"

"I should drive," I told her, my hand out for the keys.

"If you drive we won't get there. Only a sister of the coven can find where we're going," She said

Once in the car she turned and looked at me for a second, something like sadness in her eyes.

"Can you at least tell me what's wrong with you Vivian, please?"

"No I can't because I don't know. But the high priestess does and that's where we're going," she said, speeding off before I even clicked my seatbelt.

She didn't have hers on either. On impulse I reached under her arms, across her chest and pulled at her seatbelt, clicking it in place as she groaned again.

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The high priestess's house looked incredibly haunted. Vines crawled across the walls. Pieces of the house were hanging on by a thread and the windows were all busted. 'Dirty' was an understatement, so was the word 'overgrown'. 'Dirty' and 'Overgrown' were understatements. The place was severely neglected and for a second I didn't have the courage to go in.

Then Vivian groaned in pain again, her voice rising an octave, as she stared at me, squinting.

"I'm gonna go knock on the door," I said, getting out of the car.

"No!" Vivian groaned, "You have to follow me."

I came around to her side and tried to help her but again she swatted me away.

Once we reached the porch, I waited for her to knock.

Instead she grabbed my hand and said to the door, "Snakeroot is the Wolf's fang, The Raven's feather is Wolfsbane,"

We were pulled through the closed front door and stood in the dark.

In the pitch black of the room it was much easier to see the glowing colors coming from both our chests.

Then a small flame flickered a few feet in front of us illuminating the face of a beautifully aged woman.

"Ohh you two have made quite a mess hmm? Follow me," She turned around and we followed behind her, the small flame lit nothing, serving only as a beacon for our feet.

The high priestess opened a set of doors that gave way to a beautiful, brightly lit room, with grand marble floors, large dark rugs and tall ceilings. It didn't even look like a room like this could fit in this house from the outside, nevermind the beauty.

In the center of the room was a huge bed, the headboard dark wood with a purple velvet fabric softening the frame.

To the left was a desk with two chairs in front of it. Behind the desk was a stack of shelves reaching all the way to the ceiling, overflowing with potions, talismans, stones, and other things I couldn't identify.

"Sit," she told us, gesturing to the seats in front of her desk as she took a seat behind it.

Vivian started writhing in her seat as soon as she sat down, she opened her mouth to speak but the high priestess held up her hand.

"How long have you two known each other?" she asked us.

"Seventeen years," we both said in unison.

"Hmm," she stood then and walked to the door, "I'll be a minute. Feel free to talk this out."

"What does she mean by that?" I asked,

"She means the fact that is your fault," she growled,

"My fault?!" I yelled, my chest constricting

"Yes, your fault, Karissa!" her voice was shaking,

"How the fuck is this my fault?"

"That stupid fucking spell you had me cast,"

"Woah! First of all I didn't make you do shit! And if you weren't best friends with murderers you wouldn't have had to worry about casting the spell at all!"

"If you would've just minded your business and not opened the damn door, then you wouldn't have had to worry about me casting a spell either! Even if it wasn't a coven, everybody knows sorority business is only for members! You just had to stick your nose in shit that didn't concern you!" she groaned, gripping onto the edge of the desk.

"Excuse the fuck out of me, I wasn't trying to snoop. I had JUST stepped out of the room and y'all just couldn't wait to do your evil witchcraft shit!"

"It's not evil! You just don't understand it!"

"It's not evil but the bitch pulled a damn knife on me? What was she just pulling it for show cuz it damn sure looked like she was gonna use it,"

"I told you I wasn't gonna let them fucking stab you!"

"It was like twenty of them, what the fuck were you gonna do if they didn't listen?"

"They weren't gonna stab you, Karissa,"

"My point is, they are clearly evil witches, I mean look at what the spell did to you! She probably fucked it up on purpose or something,"

"She didn't do this Karissa, you did!"

"Why do you keep blaming me? I'm not a witch, I don't have magic. Why aren't you blaming the fucking psychos who put us in this situation?!"

"Because I was in love with you, dumbass!"

My breath caught in my chest, my heart painfully palpitating, the glow growing brighter.

"What?"

"WhAt??" she mocked me, making a dramatic face, "Yea, I was in love with you, and instead of telling me that you had feelings for me," she looked away, breathing through more pain.

When she looked back up, her eyes were filled with tears, "Instead of telling me, you wished it away. I thought you just, didn't feel the same way, but you did," her voice rose an octave, "You did, and you wished it away,"

A tear slipped down her cheek and she sucked it into her mouth with a sharp inhale.

"How was I supposed to know, Viv?" My eyes were wide with shock. My fault? "You had boyfriends," I tried, denial still surrounding my thoughts.

"So did you," she cut her eyes at me,

"You encouraged me to date other people-" I started, cut off by the high priestess returning to the room.

In her arms was a large, white stone, glimmering in the lights.

She sat back behind her desk.

Then she turned to face me, "So, how long have you had feelings for her?"

"For about seven years," I replied.

Vivian's eyes grew wide, shock stretching her face as she wiped her cheeks.

"And out of those seven years, for how many of them were you in love?"

"I guess two or so," I stated, unable to look in Vivian's direction.

The woman chiseled slightly at the stone.

Then she turned to Vivian.

"How long have you had feelings for her?" she asked.

"Maybe three or four years,"

It was my turn to be shocked, my eyes growing wide, my chest starting to burn. Three or four??

"And out of those four years, for how many of them were you in love?"

"Maybe one or two,"

My jaw hit the floor.

The high priestess chiseled more at the stone, eyeing me with a slightly amused smile in the corner of her lips.

"This sort of thing rarely happens," she said, "most people who fall in love over that long of a time tell each other eventually. What were you two planning to do? Watch each other marry other people?" she chuckled lightly as she shaped the stone.

Neither of us answered.

"Alright, who cast the spell?"

"I did," Vivian whispered.

"Okay so you touch the stone first, then you," she says nodding at me.

We both place our hands on the stone.

She reached behind her and pulled a bottle of cloudy liquid from a shelf, poured the contents over our hands and said,

"An unrequited spell misused

By their own hands, their hearts abused

To right this wrong and set it fair

Break the spell when bliss is shared"

The stone started to glow green, the light emanating from it, brighter than the lights pulsing from both our chests.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm not a witch so I don't understand. What's happening here?" I asked.

The high priestess squinted and took a deep breath.

"Well first of all, love is magic. An unrequited spell is a one-way spell. It severs a single connecting strand of love magic. The recipient of the spell feels something slight as the strand is severed but it dissipates and then it's over," she placed her hammer and chiseled back under her desk.

"But when the love is requited there are two strands of love magic, one from each heart to the other. When you cut only one, the strand that remains does something quite extraordinary. It strengthens its hold on the other person's heart, causing them extreme pain that only fades when they're close to each other.

The unrequited spell was done because of a lack of knowledge and so to right this, it causes the person who didn't receive the spell to feel intense arousal around the other person. Sometimes just the thought of them is enough.

Everytime she feels aroused because of you, your heart will pain you until you're closer to her. Its purpose is to bring you two together,"

She sets the bottle of liquid back on her shelf.

"To break the spell, the two of you must share an orgasm. Which is gonna take a while because this one's on a hair trigger" She pointed at Vivian, who groaned again.

I looked at her, realizing all the groaning and writhing she's been doing wasn't from pain, but from being turned on, horny as fuck, for me.

She looked back at me from the corner of her eyes, the wanton agony all over her face.

The high priest moved towards the door, "You'll have to do it here, the magic is too intense for somewhere without protective runes. I'm going to make myself some tea and run a bath, binge my show. You ladies take your time. No rush."

"How will we know when it worked?" Vivian asked.

I then had a vision of the stone exploding.

"It'll probably destroy the stone," I said.

The high priestess walked to me and lightly grabbed my face, her fingers warm against my chin. Her eyes rolled in her head for a few seconds, shifting rapidly back and forth before she looked back into my eyes, "Oh my, you're a seer!" She said excitedly "It's been so long since we've had a seer with us."

"Oh I'm not interested in being a witch, ma'am. It's not my cup of tea," I smiled trying to be polite.

She laughed and let me go, walking back to the door, "Sure darling, we'll see." And she walked out.

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Vivian turned sharply to me as soon as the door closed, "Seven years!?"

"Four years?!" I retorted.

"Are you kidding me, you had feelings for me basically this whole time and you never said anything?"

"I tried, when I asked about your sorority. You said you would never eat pussy, and then you asked me 'when have you ever seen me with a girl', I thought that meant you were straight"

"No no no,"

She rose slowly from her seat and took a step toward me, her expression softening as she straddled me.

The pain in my chest immediately began to subside, a calming peace washed over me, my hands rising to touch her knees and slide slowly up her thighs. I sat back in the chair as she pressed forward, her hands gliding around my shoulders

"I said I would never eat their pussies. I asked you when have you seen me with any other girl. You were always the only one Kar"

"When did you know?" I asked her, wrapping my arms around her.

Her sigh turned into a groan when my hands touched her waist, her body grinding in my lap, sending mini shockwaves to my pussy.

"I knew I had feelings for you our first year in college, because I couldn't wait for our movie nights, to cuddle with you. You were the highlight of my week." She nuzzled into my neck.

"But then you started dating all those knock off versions of me, I thought it meant you didn't want me, you wanted someone like me, but not me,"

"I only dated them because I thought I couldn't have you,"

She moaned softly in my ear

"When did you know?" She breathed against my skin.

"My first kiss. All I could think about was kissing you." I nuzzled back.

"When did you realize you were in love with me?" I asked, my heart soothed by her closeness.

"When did you?"

"I asked you first," I nipped her neck.

Her head snapped back, a loud moan escaping her lips.

She leaned in to kiss me but I tilted my head away, "Tell me,"

She groaned, annoyed and longing.

"I knew when you dated Kayla," she said, reaching for my lips again. I tilted away again.

"So as soon as I dated Kayla you fell in love?" I wanted more details.

"I answered yours, you answer mine," she growled, kissing my pulse, sending a shiver through me.

"I knew when you dated Ian. You said he matched your aesthetic," I said between moans as she sucked on the skin between my neck and shoulder, " I realized then that I wanted to match your aesthetic too. I wanted to be whatever you wanted, whatever you needed," I gripped her tighter, pulling her body flush against mine.

Her moans vibrated across my skin as she kissed back up my neck and bit beneath my ear.

"Now tell me, what was yours," I asked.

She pulled back, her eyes heavy lidded, flicking from mine, down to my lips and back.

Then she tucked herself into my neck, "I don't wanna say"

"Tell me, I really wanna know"

She pulled back again this time leaning into me, getting dangerously close to my lips. I couldn't kiss her now, if our lips touched I'd never get my answer.

I leaned in to tease her, jerking back when she went for it.

"Tell me,"

She groaned and rolled her eyes, "it was that night she called you, she called you to come to her in the middle of our movie. And you," she squinted and shook her head at me, before biting her lip, "you went. You left me, to go run to her and it... it pissed me clean the fuck off"

"You said it was fine,"

"I lied!" She yelled, grabbing my face, "I lied, because I didn't want to admit that it hurt like hell to think that she was more important to you than me."

"No one's ever been more important to me than you," I said, diving into her,

Our lips met in a soft frenzy of fireworks, our tongues greeting, then getting acquainted as if making up for lost time.

Our moans mingled into a chorus of need.

My hands moved on their own, traveling up from her waist to her back, pushing softly into the muscles around her spine.

Her hands traveled lower, down my chest before grabbing two handfuls of my breasts through my bra.

Suddenly, she tore her lips from mine, leaned back in my arms and raised her hands over her head with a strange flicking motion, her fingertips curling outward like the petals of a flower, glowing slightly.

At that moment, as her hands twisted, our clothes turned to literal shreds, falling off of us and onto the floor, leaving us naked, and for the first time I got a full view of her large, gravity defying breasts.

Before I could reach for them, her hands found my tits again, massaging the soft flesh. I arched into her touch, a moan vibrating from my parted lips. She started to grind into me again, my nipples pinched between her fingertips.

The sensation was made even more intense by a subtle pulsing in my chest. I looked up at her. She was gorgeous.

I wanted her lips again.

I leaned in to kiss her but she pulled back slightly, bringing my nipples with her.

I groaned again. She was playing with me.

I didn't mind, I could play too.

I slid my hands down her spine, digging deeper as her back arched into my fingertips, her mouth open, a deep sigh escaping her.

Then I slid around her ribs and reached for her nipples too, pinching them and rolling my thumbs over them before cupping her fully. Her breasts were so full, so soft, heavier than I thought they'd be.

I felt it again, the soft pulse of my heart as my mind imagined taking one of her beautiful globes into my mouth, what it would feel like on my tongue, what sound she would make.

I leaned in...

She pulled back again and this time climbed off my lap. As soon as she was up I could see her moisture dripping down her thighs. I was sure some had dripped onto me but I couldn't take my eyes off her.

"Come here," she commanded, her voice heavy with need.

I stood and immediately reached for her, pulling her body to mine, our lips molding to each other as if they'd been together forever. I reached down the soft curves of her body and grabbed at the warm flesh of her ass, a cheek in each hand, squeezing and pulling her even closer.

We moved as one, backwards toward the bed until it was right behind us.

Without breaking contact, we decline onto the bed, our lips soft, yet firm, hunting for each other's tongues, sucking on them, mirroring each other in a tangle of passion.

She twisted her wrist and I felt the wind pull me, the bed pushing into my back as she flips us around, sliding her thigh between my legs, pushing it against me as she grinds down on mine.

Her pussy is sopping wet, her nectar drips down my thigh, leaving it slick.

She broke our kiss, slowly, a string of our saliva tethering the memory to my skin.

Something started to stir in my chest, a warm hum as I watched her face contort in pleasure.

"I can't believe you," she moaned, grinding deeper, right against my clit as hers slid against me.

"We could have been here years ago," She growled, her motion picking up speed.

"But instead you went and fucked every girl on campus but me!" she looked into my eyes, anger and pleasure mixing into an expression so sexy, I moaned at the sight of it.

"That's not fair Viv, you encouraged me to date other people, and you could've said something too," I pulsed up into her, meeting her where she needed me,

"I wouldn't have touched anybody else if you did," I panted, feeling my body get closer and closer to orgasm.

"I only encouraged you to date because I thought you weren't into me and I wanted to see you happy, " she huffed. "Besides, what was I supposed to say? I know we're just friends but I really wanna fuck?" Her body jumped at her own words, her eyes closing. I can feel her tensing.

"No you're right, I should've said something," I groaned, getting even closer as her leg starts to tremble between mine. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and brought her closer, our lips almost brushing against each other.

"I should've told you... that I couldn't stop thinking about.... wrapping my arms around you... and kissing you until you forgot that we're just friends." I moaned, before pressing my lips back to hers.

It was coming back, the ache, the passion with which I longed for her.

She comes first, rocking against me, moaning into my mouth.

We keep grinding into each other, our mouths sealed, until my body releases too. The orgasm is sweet, but I didn't get to bask in the afterglow of it.

Vivian suddenly pulled away from me and sat up. By the look on her face, she didn't give a fuck about an afterglow, she was hungry, almost possessed.

"I know you can't understand Kar, but I feel absolutely feral right now, thanks to you," She pulled her hair away from her face, then lifted her outer leg and twisted it towards me, throwing it over my opposite leg and sliding down until our pussies met in a sloppy kiss.

Our moans at the new contact echoed through the room. Our juices mingled, keeping us slick as she gripped on to my leg and slid her pussy back and forth over mine.

"I keep telling you, you can't blame me for that baby, I didn't know," I whimpered.

Her body shivered against me.

"Don't call me baby," She moaned,

At first I was confused. Here she was, naked, her body on my body, her pussy lips making out with mine, and yet, I can't call her 'baby'?

"Are you not mine?" I asked her, grabbing her jerking hips and pulling her harder against me, thrusting my own pussy up into hers.

She cried out, her moans getting louder, higher, faster as my hips picked up speed.

"Are you not mine Vivian?" I asked her again, slowing down and using my own pussy to search for the hardened nub of her clit.

"Uhn, I am yours," she moaned, "But we're supposed to come together, oouu, if you call me baby, no way I can wait for you,"

"It's that bad baby?" I asked, not giving a fuck about that rule. As far as I was concerned we had all night, and I wanted to watch her come undone while she sought her pleasure, nestled between my thighs.

She cried out, shaking as she said, "Yesss it's that bad."

"You can do it Viv, you can wait for me baby," I teased, reveling in the way she threw her head back, crying out again, her spine arching as she thrust herself against me.

I was close, she was right on the edge. If I could just get a little further, we could make it at the same time. I arched up into her to get a bit more pressure against my clit, my hands gripping her hips tighter until I felt it. Her clit pushed firmly into mine, our nectar making the touch slick and soft. She cried out, her body tensing and I kept her right in that spot as she convulsed, her orgasm hitting her harder this time as I held her in place, thrusting only slightly to keep the friction going. Her moaning turned to grunts as she shivered and bucked against me.

I was almost there, god I was so close I didn't want to let her go, not yet. I just needed something to push me over the edge.

I looked at her full, soft breasts, bouncing with every movement of our bodies and fulfilled one of my wildest dreams when I leaned forward and took one into my mouth.

The combination of her soft nipple, fully erect against my tongue, her throaty growl as I suckled her and her clit still rubbing back and forth against mine, was enough to send me convulsing under her. I came harder too, my teeth biting slightly at her nipple as the orgasm jolted me in waves.

When I let go, I collapsed against the bed, content, smiling at her, our eyes locked.

"You're so fucking beautiful Karissa," she said softly, my full name sounding even more endearing the way she said it, sexy, melting on the heat of her tongue.

"That's you Vivian," I breathed,

"I hope you don't think I'm done with you," She said, a half smile pulling at her lips, "This magic, it's so intense! I feel like I'm starving, and the only thing I'm craving is you,"

I sighed, she's right. How could I have not told her? How could I have passed up even the potential of sharing this pleasure with her?

She leaned down to kiss me again, then peppered kisses down my body until her face settled between my thighs. Her fingers pushed my legs further apart before her mouth engulfed my inner lips, licking softly between them and running her tongue up to flick at my slightly sensitive bean.

"We're supposed to come together baby," I moaned as she swirled her soft tongue around in circles, applying the perfect amount of pressure.

"Mhm," she didn't move away from my pussy,

"Viv," I moaned, meaning to tell her something about the rules, but my mind was going numb trying to focus while her circles started to feel like cursive across my clit, looping and doubling back to change directions.

"Viv," I tried again, "I want to... taste you too," I panted, groaning as her cursive picked up speed, then slowed down dramatically before picking up speed again.

She pulled my clit into her mouth and sucked, holding on to it as she spun, turning her body until she was straddling my face.

I reached up immediately and drank in her nectar, licking at all every fold, and then greedily seeking out her clit so I could suck on it with the same eager passion she was sucking on mine with.

She moaned around my clit, the vibration jolting me. I returned the favor, moaning around her clit, then stroking quickly across it with the tip of my tongue, sucking like my life depended on it.

She picked up the speed on her end too, her tongue stroked across my clit faster and faster, the swirls and loops of the cursive becoming erratic, the pressure increasing.

I was close but I couldn't come first, it had to be the same time. So I doubled my efforts, used both hands to grab her ass cheeks and pull her deeper into my mouth, and thrashed at her clit with my tongue, only I lessened the pressure. My licks turned soft, fast but almost as whispers across her bundle of nerves.

That did it. She moaned louder around my pussy, holding on tight to me as her orgasm shook her. I could feel her juices flowing down the bridge of my nose, my cheeks, my chin but I didn't let go. Then she copied my tongue, fluttering whispers across my clit, and once she came down a bit, there I was following her in orgasmic bliss, moaning around her pussy again. She jolted and lifted her hips, pulling her pussy out of my mouth.

We needed to come together and it just wasn't working out that way.

I didn't mind trying for the rest of our lives.

"The high priestess was right. I'm on a hair trigger, I keep coming before you," she took a deep breath to steady herself as she climbed off of me, "not that you're helping with that problem," she rolled her eyes.

"How'd you learn to eat pussy like that?" I asked, thinking there's no way unless I wasn't her first.

She caught the look in my eyes, "No, I never ate anyone else, yes, that was my first time, and no, you don't have the right to be jealous when I had to sit there and watch you fuck a bunch of Vivian look-a-likes."

"You never watched," I rolled my eyes, "How did you get so good then?" I asked dreamily, twirling a piece of hair around my finger.

She looked shy, like she didn't want to tell me, then finally she said, "Part of our hazing, one of our first duplication spells, we made temporary copies of ourselves. You felt whatever you did to the copy, so like if I pinched the copy, I felt the pinch. We passed the test when we made ourselves come from pleasuring the copy," She smiled at her hands, then looked up at me with an eyebrow perked in a silent question.

"Wow, that must have been really intense,"

"It was, and actually I learned something else that might help us now. We need something with a little more pleasure for you and just a bit less on my end."

Vivian put her hands together and when she pulled them apart, a cloud appeared between her palms, seeping through her fingers, a green lightning striking through it.

Then she spoke into it, her spell causing the lightning to fire rapidly.

"A restless heart, a blazing fire

My Lover's pleasure I desire

To satisfy between her fold

This tool I render and behold"

She closed her eyes as she said this, but as she opened them she used one hand to pull a phallus from the lightning cloud.

"How about a magic wand?" she asked, her eyes darkened.

It was easily nine or so inches, and girthy with a slight curve.

There was no harness, and the base was shaped almost like a scoop to cup around Vivian's pussy.

Or so I thought.

She got up on her knees and positioned it between her legs. When she let it go it hovered in inch or so over her clit, and thin, green bolts of static zapped sporadically at her skin.

"Does that hurt?" I asked her.

"No," she moaned, "It feels good," a sexy, playful smirk joins forces with the heavy-lidded gaze of her eyes.

.

She moved between my legs and hovered over me, her face so full of unbridled lust and longing it made my pussy throb. She reached down and kissed me, slower this time, like instead of adventuring she was drawing a map, memorizing.

I responded in kind, my heart pounding in anticipation as I tasted myself on her tongue.

"You taste delicious, by the way," she murmured against my lips.

"So do you," I whispered, my breathing heavy.

She looked down and one of her hands disappeared between us. The round head of her wand rubbed up and down my slit, becoming slick in my juices and sending little shocks of pleasure through me.

"Tell me you want it," she moaned, her head slightly tilted back, her eyes piercingly sexy.

"Yes I want it Viv," I breathed, my exhale transformed into a sigh as she pushed the head slowly into me.

"You want all of it?" she pulled it out and pushed in a gain, slightly deeper.

I moaned as it stretched me, and she moaned with me, the green, zapping glow behind the wand growing a tad brighter. She pulled it out to the tip and then pushed in even further, the girth filling me so perfectly.

I cried out, unable to answer her question. It was probably only three inches in, but the thickness of it, I was already unsure if I could take the whole thing.

"Show me how much you can take Kar" she moaned as she pulsed deeper, my body arching off the bed with her slow thrust. She pulled out to the head and then pushed back in slowly, letting me feel each inch as she drove the wand into my depths.

"Can you take this baby?" she asked me, pulling back out and with a slightly quicker pace, returning that thick, length back to me.

"Yes," I moaned, my voice raspy, my mouth dropping open as she added another inch.

"Are you sure?" she groaned, the glow at her crotch brightening.

"Yess," I breathed, my body arching off the bed,

"Good," she rasped, her voice deepening as she pushed even further into my sopping wet pussy, the sounds slick and gushing.

Then she increased her speed, leaning closer to wrap her arms behind my shoulders, gripping me tighter as she fucked me, like she absolutely meant it.

My back arched higher, then even higher as I realized we were levitating off the bed, slowly ascending closer to the ceiling. My legs reached up to wrap around her thrusting hips, her wand filling me beyond anything I'd ever had before.

The mingling of our moans turned into a chorus of cries as the pleasure took us higher and higher. She leaned slightly to the left and instead of falling out of me, we rolled and then I was on top of her, my feet unable to reach the bed beneath us.

Her hands glided down my shoulders and to my hips, gripping them tightly before sliding them up and down on her wand, the pressure building and releasing. I started to get slightly comfortable and with my own hands, softened her grip so I could properly grind against her.

Looking down, I saw there were still two or so inches left. I slid my hips back and forth, riding her as we hovered midair, my hips rolling in rhythm.

Her moans were exquisite, filling me just as much as her wand. Her eyes were heavy, her mouth open, and every forward roll gained a tightened grip from her fingers.

I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I rolled against her, excited and shy but emboldened by the way she looked at me. I reached forward and grabbed her soft breasts, tweaking her nipples, flicking my thumbs across them.

She shifted, rolling us again, my hair falling with gravity as she took the top again. Her hands were gripping my hips now, and her pulsing thrusts became long strokes, sending my pussy back and forth between the sensations of empty to completely full.

I couldn't control the sounds coming from my lips, I was lost in the pleasure, in seeing my Vivian, my friend completely turned on, intent on bringing me insane pleasure.

"Can you take more Karissa?" She asked, biting her lip as she looked at the wand going in and out of me.

"Yess," I moaned,

"You sure?"

"Yess, Viv I'm sure, give me more,"

"You want it?"

"Yes Vivian, I want it. Please," I cried out, her pace speeding up as she dove into me, "Give me more! Uhn, baby! Please more!", what was I saying?! I was sure I was at capacity, why would my mouth say that?

She instantly obliged, pushing deeper, stretching me further, eliciting cries I had never heard from my own lips, and meeting me in the crescendo, her hips working overtime as she pounded at me, the wet sloshing sounds of her wand in my wetness joining in the chorus of our pleasure.

I could see in her eyes that she was close, her teeth pressed tight, her muscles straining to hold on.

"Hold on for me baby, I'm right there," I told her, feeling my orgasm building, the pleasure intensifying throughout my body.

"I can't hold it love, I'm gonna come," She said, her voice straining with the effort, the glow at the base of the wand, bright and flickering rapidly.

Then she looked down at me, reached between us and rapidly strummed my clit.

Precisely.

Our bodies tightened, our inhales sharp and held for a few seconds, our eyes glowing, mine pink, hers blue. The stone on the desk exploded, shards flying just beneath us as we came.

Then in unison, our bodies relaxed as we both exhaled, pink smoke rising from my lips, blue smoke passing from hers. The smoke met in the middle and became a lavender fog, encompassing our bodies, as we spun slowly in the air, rocking and twitching against the moist warmth of each other's skin.

Slowly we descended back to the bed, with Vivian on top. She jerked slightly against me again, our shallow breaths filling the room as we gripped each other, our breasts pressed together, our skin glistening in the dim lighting of the room.

The lavender fog dissipated, the shards of the stone under my back melted into nothing and the glowing colors of the spell disappeared.

After a few minutes, Vivian sat up to look at me, that sexy smirk gracing her lips again.

I thought she would say something about the spell being broken.

"Do you know how long I've been thinking about fucking you like that?" She murmured, before dipping down to place a soft kiss on my shoulder.

"I used to think about what you would sound like if I filled you with this. You were never satisfied with my replacements," she leaned in and kissed me then, so deeply and sensually it sent another aftershock through me.

I broke the kiss, "No one could ever replace you Vivian,"

My heart was full.

But so was my pussy, and she took that moment to slide out. I moaned at the sensation of it gliding against my walls.

"Say that again," she commanded, her voice half moaning as she slid it back in.

Shocked, I clutched her tighter, "No one could ever replace you," I moaned, welcoming the feeling of her refilling me.

"Say it again," she commanded, the next thrust just as slow but more firm.

"No one could ever replace you!" I cried, as her hips thrust again, pulsing deep inside me, before pulling out to the head again.

"You're missing something," she groaned.

"What am I missing baby?" I asked, no idea what she was talking about.

"My name," she whispered in my ear, her strokes long and deep.

I cried out again, "Vivian!"

Immediately correcting my mistake,

"No one could ever replace you, Vivian, no one baby,"

"Tell me it's mine," she breathed , one hand gripping my hip, the other caressing the skin at my ribs.

"It's yours," I moaned, arching against her touch.

"And this place right here, above you," then she flicked her wrist and flipped us,

"Beneath you," she guided my hips to roll against her, the wand pressed as far as it can go,

"Inside you, that's mine too,"

It wasn't a question, but still I answered, "Yes Vivian, its yours baby,"

"Good," she moaned, "See, that last orgasm was for the spell. This one is just for us," she said, thrusting up into me.

Then we were levitating again, floating off the bed, each thrust of her hips taking us higher and higher.

"Is this really what you want, Karissa?" she asked, spinning us so that she was on top.

"Yes," I groaned as her hips switched to circular motions upon each thrust, "I want you, I don't ever want to be without you," the rhythm of her stroke coaxing me to say anything.

She slowed down a bit, and for a second I was terrified that she was stopping.

"Ahh, don't stop, Vivian baby, please don't stop!" I cried out, thrusting my hips up into her to maintain that rhythm.

"I don't want to be without you either, Karissa," she nuzzled into my neck, biting down on the meeting of my neck and shoulder as she picked up the pace. "Can I have you whenever I want?" she asked, her hips thrusting faster and faster.

"Yess, Vivian... whenever you want," I was gone, she could have asked me for anything and it would be hers.

Her moans at my words were louder, continuous, as if the thought alone was enough to carry her.

"I want to do a spell, but you have to agree," she pan,

"Yes, baby, whatever you want," I groaned, my body shivering in pleasure.

"Don't come yet baby," she told me, biting down harder on my shoulder, moaning against my skin.

Then she slowed down, excruciatingly slow. I couldn't help it and started to thrust up again.

Suddenly we flew sideways and into the wall, my back landing softly against the cool walls.

"Not, yet Kar," she panted, pressing me into the wall while she pulled halfway out.

My groans turned into helpless whimpers as I got impatient, hungry for her, desperate for her to finish what she started.

"When it's your turn, you follow my lead and spell my name," she tells me. I nodded frantically, ready to spell, write, scream her name whenever she was ready.

She picked up the pace again, returning to those long, deep strokes, my head falling back, my feet pushing and sliding against the wall to increase the pressure.

Then she cast a spell,

"Across the tides, Across the dunes

And whenever I part with you

Your side, myself I do now claim

To step in when I spell your name"

Then she snapped her fingers, and thrust into me with each letter, "K-A-R-I-S-S-A," and snapped her fingers again.

In an instant she disappeared in a loud whisper of smoke. For a split second, gravity reclaimed me, and just as I was about to slide down the wall, from a thick plume of fog she reappeared, thrusting into me with a whisper of smoke.

I cried out again, louder, taken by surprise, my back arching against the wall, gripping her shoulders, her thick eyebrows creased in concentration.

"You turn baby," she whispered, kissing my jaw from my ear to my chin.

Then she cast a spell,

"Across the land, Across the seas

And whenever you part with me

To my side, I give you claim

To step in when you spell my name"

I followed her lead and snapped my finger, and she thrust into me with each letter, "V-I-V-I-A-N," and snapped my fingers again.

In an instant I was consumed by a plume of fog, covered in darkness. Then, just as quickly I returned to her in a whisper of smoke, her wand lined up to perfectly penetrate me.

We cried out together, the green static of the wand bright and flashing as she pounded into me, our bodies hovering over the room. I wrapped my legs around her and she pulled us away from the wall, her hips thrusting rhythmically, her mons slamming into my clit with every thrust.

"Ouu, Fuck Vivian," I moaned as she went in deep circles again, spiraling into me, before sharply with drawing until I felt the head of her wand tease at my opening, then spiraling the full length back into me.

"Karissa," she moaned,

I looked down to see what she was doing to me, the rhythm of her strokes allowing me to see that I was dripping onto the floor below us.

I threw my head back, "Vivian," I whimpered.

She answered me with my own name, "Karissa, baby"

"Vivian," I shrieked as she started to strum my clit,

"Come for me Karissa," she moaned and without a second thought my body exploded in euphoria. She came with me, screaming my name through her clenched teeth.

We descended back to the bed and fell asleep folded into each other's arms.

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I woke up to the high priestess staring at us from her desk, and popped up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Vivian rose slowly, one hand still wrapped around me, the other running through her hair.

"Umm thank you high priestess," she said, clearly.

"You're welcome," she responded.

Then she looked at me, "You, Karissa, I want you to come back in a week to learn about your gifts."

"I'm not into being a witch though ma'am.

"I understand that, but you never know how you might feel, understanding yourself better than before."

I agreed because honestly I was curious, but more so, I had the feeling she would have answers to a lot of questions I had been wondering about myself for years.

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A week later

I woke up and felt Vivian's side of the bed empty. I called out to her, no answer. I ran through the house and realized I was alone. She wasn't here, but her keys were on the table. She wasn't on the balcony or anywhere outside. I called her, no answer. My brain started to think up a multitude of reasons for her to be gone, but none of them made sense.

Finally, I remembered the gift Vivian had given me and after grabbing a knife, just in case she was in danger, I used her spell.

I snapped my fingers, "V-I-V-I-A-N" and snapped again.

Instantly I teleported in smoke to Vivian's side.

I gasped in shock to see her covered in a full cloak. She smiled when she saw me, "I told you she would come," Vivian said.

The place looked like some kind of underground cavern. Surrounding us were thirty or so other witches, all partially cloaked as well.

Then the High Priestess walked out of the shadows, "Welcome to your first day, Karissa. Or what we like to call, your first light. Welcome, our newest seer, "

With those words, the high priestess summoned a glowing flame from her fingertip and everyone followed her lead. Flames of different colors surrounded me, the closest one, purple, right beside me, my love, Vivian.

A warm smile lit in her eyes as she leaned in and kissed me.

"Welcome to the coven baby,"