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Witchfire (Part One)
The elders of the coven made the final arrangements.
The site of the sacred Sabbat would be prepared. The
necessary hiding spells would be cast, and the
messages would be sent. Then at sunset, and with full
audience, the two chosen daughters of the coven would
meet as mortals in a struggle as old as time, and with
a passion that could fell a colossus.
Marriage between covens is a time-tested means of
securing an alliance. The wizard of the Lovecraft
coven was powerful and charismatic - and charming in
every sense of the word. The two young witches of the
Shelley coven, Pandora and Hera, were both smitten by
the sight of the wizard - and longed to be the
fulfillment of his desires.
The wizard found much to admire in both Pandora and
Hera. They were both comely witches, just at twenty
years of age, shapely and sweet, but different in
appearance and nature. He found that he could not
decide which witch was most suited. So he had invoked
the ancient ritual. Pandora and Hera would unite in a
sexual competition, using their carnal impulses to
exhaust the other, to drain her and produce as many
climaxes as possible. One must submit. One must
prevail.
Pandora had pure black hair that fell in thick waves
around her narrow shoulders. Her eyes were dark, with
flecks of gold, and her full lips and fine bone
structure produced a stunning face. Her breasts were
not large, but they were formed nicely, high and
proud, with crowning nipples that betrayed themselves
under her robe. She was tall and carried herself with
easy grace.
Hera had pearly hair, a shimmering whiteness framing
her face. Her eyes were a startling green. Her
mouth was narrower, and her face had a patrician form,
regal and knowing. She was narrow in the waist, and
had full and heavy breasts. Her hips were wider than
Pandora's, but her legs were sleek and strong.
The members of the covens gathered in the clearing, a
low murmur of excitement audible between the witches
and wizards. Over them, salamanders darted here and
there, igniting brief flares of firelight that hung in
the air, flickering and dancing. A crescent moon hung
low over the trees in the west. The brighter stars
came into view. The hiding spells were such that no
mortal would see this Sabbat.
Other species of fantasy folk found their way in.
Elves and Brownies and other Little Ones dodged around
the feet of the larger people. Tiny faeries flew in
graceful loops, incandescent and chattering in high
tones about the upcoming contest.
Almost time. The wizard from Lovecraft coven sat down
on a large rock at one end of the clearing. The
witches from his coven formed half of a large circle
of people, and the witches of Shelley coven made up
the other half. They were dressed in their finest
robes, and wore living jewelry that sparkled and sang
softly.
One faery fluttered by the elders of Shelley coven,
seated near the wizard. One of the old witches
gestured and intoned in the archaic tongue. The faery
found herself getting bigger. As she grew in size,
she moved to the center of the circle, and when she
alighted, she was six feet tall. She was pure golden
light, naked and small breasted, with fluttering
diaphanous wings. A small tuft of yellow hair was at
the juncture of her iridescent legs.
She spoke: "Thank you, elders, for this opportunity.
We are here to bear witness to love's battle for the
wizard of Lovecraft coven. This is our way, and it is
good."
The crowd echoed the words softly.
The faery went on. "Pandora and Hera, come forward."
The two young witches rose to their feet and walked
towards the center by the faery.
The faery said, "Do you enter into this contest of
your own free will and for the love of this wizard?"
Both witches nodded. The faery motioned towards two
of the elders. The women came forward. One went to
Pandora's back and removed the robe. It disappeared.
Pandora stood there naked, her face half in shadow.
She had a thick patch of black pubic hair.
Hera's robe was also removed. The two young naked
witches faced each other. Their eyes were distant and
unreadable. One might have detected a slight
trembling in their frames.
The faery said, "Before you begin, affirm your love
for the coven and each other."
Pandora and Hera stepped forward. They brought their
arms together, and embraced. They exchanged a brief
look, then kissed. After they separated, they stepped
back and faced their coven. They opened their arms
wide and made the gesture of acceptance and love.
The faery said, "Administer the spell."
The two women must compete as mortals. The two elders
reached into their pouches. Each one produced a small
sack of cold iron powder. They spoke a few potent
words, as old as the stars, and then threw the powder
over the women.
Both women inhaled deeply, then gasped. Their
witchcraft was stripped from them. They could not use
magic in this battle.
The faery said, "Are you ready, Pandora and Hera?"
Pandora moved next to Hera. She brought her face
close to her opponent's. She whispered, "Do we do
sweet battle, my cousin?"
Hera said, softly, "Let us meet between lust and
light, my cousin."
The faery was starting to change back to her normal
form. She started to shrink and hover in the air.
The two elders move back to the circle.
The faery's final words, high and piping, were, "Then
begin."
Witchfire (Part Two)
Under the wavering light of the hovering fires,
Pandora and Hera started to circle one another. They
moved slowly, walking in a ragged oval pattern,
turning their heads to face each other. Their faces
were steady, and they gave nothing away.
Along the perimeter of the circle, the members of the
covens arranged themselves. Robes were loosened and
sandals removed. They shifted slightly in position.
Some of the witches were astride their brooms, and
floated in lazy patterns as they watched the scene
below. The hard wooden handles of the brooms made a
pleasant pressure against their crotches.
Pandora started to crouch a bit, shifting her weight
to the balls of her bare feet. Her breasts bobbed a
bit as she moved in her little circle, her dark eyes
fixed on Hera.
Hera matched her opponent's posture, her own heavy
breasts moving from side to side, the pale pink
nipples becoming stiff. There was an agreeable itch
in her nether regions. She slipped a finger down to
the pale white curls over her pudenda and slipped her
finger along her labia. She drew it away with a soft
coating of shiny wetness.
Both women stopped. They were less than a yard apart.
Hera could see that Pandora's dark puffy nipples were
erect. She licked her lips at the sight of them.
This would not be the first time they met in an erotic
encounter.
Like all witches, Pandora and Hera were polysexual.
Sex, species, age - it didn't matter. They had many
times enjoyed the other's taste in their
apprenticeship. They had lustily shared the favors of
wizards, and employed magic to fuck and be fucked by
faeries, elves, and even the occasional unsuspecting
human. They were each skilled in the art of love.
But this time would be different. They would try to
induce orgasmic transport in the other, do it so many
times that surrender would be the only option. And
the winner would gain a powerful wizard.
They watched each other. Hera said, "We have met
many times for love, dear cousin, and I know your
weaknesses. I know your nipples are exquisitely
sensitive, and I can tease them till you cry out. I
know the shape and curve of your sex, and will defeat
it."
Pandora shook her head, her black hair twisting.
"Yes, darling cousin, we have met many times, and I
know you as well. I've tasted your juices and your
desire, and I will make you scream the names of your
Mother."
Hera said, "Fool! You'll scream!" And she leapt at
Pandora.
Pandora met her attack with a twisting motion to her
left. Hera's hip struck Pandora's buttocks a glancing
blow and both women fell to the ground.
Pandora turned to her right and grabbed Hera around
the waist. She encircled the white-haired witch's
hips with her arms and pulled down. Hera hit the
ground, her posterior striking the grass. The impact
opened her legs slightly.
That was Pandora's opening. She took one hand and
spread Hera's legs apart. Hera tried to resist, but
Pandora's determined strength slowly prevailed. Hera
grunted as Pandora swung her legs around in attempt to
straddle her.
Hera brought her hand up to Pandora's small breasts
and started to rub and squeeze them. As Pandora
settled her crotch against Hera's, the witches started
a battle of endurance.
Pandora started to rub her pussy against Hera's, her
weight almost fully on Hera's pelvis. She bent
forward slightly and closed her eyes. The slick fluid
started to issue from both of their vaginas,
lubricating the swelling lips and leaking from their
joined mounds.
Hera closed her eyes. She knew that the tribadistic
fucking would affect Pandora as well. She continued
her manipulation of Pandora's breasts. It was firm,
but not a mauling. She rubbed her thumbs around the
dark, thick nipples, enjoying how they stiffened under
her sensual assault. The dark-haired witch's breasts
were very sensitive and soon Pandora was closing her
eyes and starting to moan.
But it worked both ways. As Pandora swiveled her
hips, grinding her wet cxnt into Hera's, she brought
her hands down onto Hera's large, heavy breasts. She
dug her fingers into the flesh and teased the pink
nipples into full erection. Hera's breasts may not
have been as sensitive as Pandora's, but they were
hardly numb.
The witches in the covens watched raptly. Some
started to move their hands beneath their robes, and
tease their breasts. As the sexual battle unfolded,
they caught the empathic waves from Pandora and Hera,
and it was an effective aphrodisiac.
The witch's erotic clash continued. Pandora's upper
body was undulating, and Hera's hands followed,
caressing the breasts and pulling at the rigid
nipples. Pandora's hands were grasping handfuls of
Hera's globes, kneading and rubbing, the breast meat
distended and revealing a faint tracery of blue veins.
Hera knew the first orgasm was only moments away. The
question of who it would happen to first was open.
She felt the tension building in her body, the
delicious ache that must be relieved.
Pandora, astride her cousin, felt the need like a
balloon inflating, a balloon that must burst and
release her. She whimpered. Hera moaned.
They fucked. The heated wet mounds met in sweet
friction, and the witches felt the moment coming.
Hera cried, "Oh, Sweet Mother; it comes, it comes, oh,
let it...let it...let me...AHHHHHH!"
Pandora keened, "Ahhhhhh... oh, the fucking...the
waves...fire is coming...OHHHHHH!"
The first orgasm hit them both at the same time. Hera
and Pandora shouted to the stars and climaxed, jetting
streams of fluid from their contracting vaginas.
Pandora fell forward and her breasts met Hera's.
Their hips bucked against each other as the blissful
oscillations racked them, and Hera's mouth found
Pandora's for the first time since the sexual clash
began. Their heated lips and tongues touched, and
they found themselves in warm embrace as their orgasms
subsided.
As the sexual emanations rolled over the watchers,
they whispered in susurrations of approval. A few
took the opportunity to discard their robes and enjoy
the warm spring night in naked sensuality. Kisses
were exchanged.
Hera and Pandora rolled apart and rose to their feet.
This was only the beginning.
Witchfire (Part Three)
They took a few minutes to catch their breath. They
walked again in a ragged circle, with their heads
hanging down a bit. Hera wiped her arm against her
forehead, pushing aside strands of tangled pale white
hair. The young witches still tingled from the orgasm
that had rocked their bodies and senses. They needed
this respite to allow nerve endings to relax and the
emotions to calm.
This time the confrontation was more measured. Hera
and Pandora stopped and faced each other. They moved
together and extended their arms to grip the other's
shoulders. They began to push, muscles laboring and
bunching in their arms and neck. Grimaces appeared on
their faces, mouths twisting. They moved in ragged
jerks, back and forth, as they clutched each other.
They kept their legs far apart for balance, and the
sinews in their sleek thighs and calves rippled with
the struggle. Perspiration stippled their brows,
providing a lustrous sheen under the golden floating
fires.
Around the circle, more and more witches and wizards
had shucked their robes. Some lay lazily on the
ground, watching the nubile women grapple. They
fondled themselves unconsciously. The male onlookers
had tented robes, and the naked ones displayed
engorged members. Faeries started to couple overhead,
screaming in the ultrasonic frequencies, flaring in
orgasm.
Pandora pulled herself backwards, and Hera followed.
The pale-haired witch thought she could force Pandora
down again. But she was caught by surprise. As
Pandora tumbled to the ground, she quickly lifted her
foot and caught Hera in the belly. Hera found herself
sailing over Pandora's head, the foot making a painful
indentation in her abdomen. Pandora gracefully
completed the throw and Hera was slammed flat on her
back, her heavy breasts bouncing from the impact.
The fall knocked the air out of Hera's lungs, and as
she struggled to inhale, Pandora twisted around and
jumped on top of the wheezing girl. The dark-haired
witch straddled her cousin in a classic schoolgirl
pin, her pelvis just athwart of Hera's large breasts.
Pandora placed her hands roughly on Hera's shoulders,
and held her down. Hera's eyes were panicky as she
struggled to catch her breath.
Pandora slid her hips backwards, and she leaned
forward, moving her smaller breasts down and exchanged
nipple touches with Hera's globes. Pandora grinned in
triumph. She settled her dark pussy against Hera's,
and bent her face down to teasingly kiss the woman who
tried to twist this way and that, to escape the pin.
Pandora stuck her tongue in Hera's mouth and started a
rapid humping. She made a growling sound of rough
pleasure as she felt her wet cxnt slide along Hera's.
The clits were stiff and swimming in liquor, and as
they bumped along each other, electric shocks of pure
lust coursed through their bodies.
Hera started to moan her arousal and wantonness. As
much as she wanted to win, the craving for the orgasm
was strong in her. But another emotion started to
stir. She was angry with herself for being made so
helpless, so quickly. Even as the climax came nearer,
she wanted to change the outcome. But what could she
do?
She decided to seemingly surrender. She stopped her
twisting gyrations under Pandora, and opened her legs
wide. She moved her head up and opened her mouth,
starting a slow sensual kiss, with tongues dancing
together.
Pandora smiled broadly, said, "That is wise, my
darling cousin. It is inevitable." With that, she
loosened the pin on Hera's shoulders and started a
more gentle grinding motion with her hips, soft and
stirring. Pandora let herself go a little, enjoying
the oncoming moment, for she knew Hera would come
first.
Hera stubbornly focused on her next move. She tried
to ignore the mounting tension in her torso as she
waited for just the right moment.
Both women were giving voice freely, soft sounds of
passion and need. Their breasts rubbed together,
rigid nipples touching, the sweat-coated flesh slick
and sensitive. Their pussies were incredibly wet, the
labial folds distended and red.
NOW, Hera said to herself. She split her legs wide
open, then shifted her pelvis up. This brought her
crotch forward a bit, and enabled her to enfold her
strong legs around Pandora's waist.
Pandora had just a brief second to wonder what
happened, and then the strong pressure from the waist
scissors that Hera had applied began to make itself
felt. She grunted, and Hera squeezed.
"Ahhhh!" Pandora gasped. She lost all thought of
orgasm as the legs contracted around her. The
crushing scissors compressed her diaphragm, and she
struggled for breath.
Hera, still underneath Pandora, kept the pressure up
for perhaps thirty seconds. Then, with a surge of
adrenaline, she raised her thighs. The smaller witch
found herself bodily lifted up into the air. Hera
twisted her waist to the right, and rolled the
dark-haired witch to the right.
As Hera hit the ground, there was brief loosening of
Pandora's thighs. She pushed strongly at Pandora's
shoulders and scrambled away. Her stomach and chest
ached from the compression. She sat up, tried to rise
to her feet, but made it only to her knees. She
rested there a second, chest heaving and heavy breasts
moving up and down. She was shocked. She had been so
certain of her victory.
Pandora also rose to her knees and sat on her
haunches. She also took this time to recover from the
struggle. She raised her head and looked at Hera.
"So, my cousin, you were surprised, no?"
Hera said, "You will not catch me off guard
again...beloved cousin." The last endearment was in a
half-sardonic, half-grieved tone.
The witches and wizards in Lovecraft and Shelley coven
were rapt at the latest turnabout. Now more than half
the audience was as naked as the erotic warriors.
There were witches joined together in varied ways,
some in unhurried 69's, others probing orifices with
fingers, still others scissored together at the
crotch, rubbing slowly. There was the deliberate
stroking of tumescent cocks and the application of wet
mouths to genitals.
Pandora and Hera knee-walked to within six inches of
each other. Pandora fixed Hera with a firm glare.
She said, "No further games, cousin. Meet me
flesh-to-flesh, now, until we cannot bear it."
"Done."
With that, they threw their arms around each other and
embraced strongly. Their mouths met in sloppy wet
kisses, lips and tongues tangling. They tightened
their embrace, and their breasts flattened together,
invoking guttural moans as the pressure increased and
the hard nipples pressed into each other.
They slid their hands down to one another's hips. As
they kissed and slapped their breast together, they
pulled strongly and crashed their hips together.
Along with the sound of pelvic bones hitting, there
was the wet smacking of swollen hairy mounds meeting.
They stayed there on their knees, fucking each other,
pulling their hips inward, feeling their cxnts meet
and separate. The stiff pearls of their clits were
like little swords, and they fenced together, parrying
and thrusting.
They kept at it, and started to cry together, knowing
the orgasm was again approaching. Their hips moved
faster and faster, the muscles in their buttocks
clenching. The staccato drumbeat of their rhythmic
fucking sounded in their ears.
Their mouths left each other, and they looked straight
up and bellowed. Again, the orgasm was simultaneous,
and again, they were helpless in its grip. Juices
poured out of their vaginas and fell on the grass
below. They jerked their hips together in a ragged
jittering dance and then fell backwards, their legs
quivering as the climax ran through them.
Around the circle, over a dozen female and male voices
cried out in their sympathetic climaxes, feeding the
on the libidinous energy of the impassioned young
witches.
But now something else would be added to the picture.
The wizard of Lovecraft coven rose to his feet. He
was still in his robe, even though most members of his
group were now naked.
He strode to the center of the circle where Pandora
and Hera reclined on the grass, trying to recover from
their orgasms. He stood over them and motioned with
his hands.
The women got to their feet unsteadily and stood in
front of the wizard.
He said, "I would see you continue your contest in
other forms, my young beauties."
"It is your right," Pandora said.
"But you must start the metamorphosis," Hera said.
The wizard turned to the encircled crowd. He raised
his voice, "I wish to invoke the Change. Do you
approve?"
The crowd stirred at that. This was something that
happened only rarely. But the entertainment would be
great. They cried out, "Yes!"
The wizard said, "Prepare yourselves."
Pandora and Hera lowered themselves to the ground.
They got down on all fours, stretching out. They
crawled forward, moving like lithe beasts on their
hands and feet.
The wizard opened his pouch and removed two small
green bottles. He uncorked them and passed one to
each woman.
Pandora and Hera hesitated perhaps half a second.
Then, they looked proudly up at the wizard and downed
the potion.
The wizard retrieved the empty bottles and stepped
back.
An eerie eldritch light started to shine over Pandora
and Hera. The light fell upon them in streams and
curtains. As the glow floated in and around them,
blurring their features, they started to transform.
Their skin started to sprout fine fur. Pandora's was
the deepest shiniest black. Hera's was pure white.
They grew long tails. Their faces bulged outward, and
their noses shrank. Their eyes began to slant.
Pointed ears materialized at the sides of their heads.
It took about a minute. The women were now were-cats.
Their proportions were still human, including their
breasts, but sharp claws had replaced their
fingernails, and the finest softest fur was all over
their body - except over their vagina's, which were
now completely innocent of hair.
The two transformed witches moved about, and rubbed
their heads together. Their voices were a mixture of
purrs and sibilant hisses.
"Sssssoo, dear cousin, my feline lover...rrready to
finish thisssss?" Hera said. She licked her hand and
ran the palm along her whiskers.
"My sssweet cousin, I am morrre than rrready."
The bewitched erotic cat-women keened their lust and
jumped.
Witchfire (Part Four)
The furry witches met in mid-air. As a side effect of
their transformation, they levitated a few feet above
the grassy surface as they aggressively embraced.
They hissed and meowed and their paws roughly caressed
each other. They exchanged love bites on the neck,
and they curled their limbs about each other.
They were re-energized by the transformation, and the
savage lascivious urges suffused into their brains.
They were now gripped by lust, and the rational parts
of their minds served as spectators to the
overwhelming primal sexual instincts.
They danced in the air, twirling around the floating
fireballs, fur-covered breasts meeting and jousting.
Pandora and Hera grasped each other around the torsos,
and merged their cat-like bodies together. The wet
naked cxnts slid together and they called out in
siren-like howls as the jolts of pleasure ran through
them.
(Along the sidelines, the now supernatural carnal
energies of Pandora and Hera rolled and penetrated the
witches and wizards. One wizard stood naked, his
penis hard and throbbing, while two witches gave him
head, their lips meeting over the hard staff and
touching. The women's fingers were buried in each
other's vaginas, finger-fucking while fluids coated
their hands. When he came, he shot out luminescent
ropes of white semen that splattered on the ground.
Later, strange flowers would grow from that seed.)
As Pandora and Hera swirled around in the air in tight
salacious embrace, they ground their sexes together.
The were-cats were a preternatural sight, pure white
and pure black, with tails curled and caressing, and
they lifted their heads and licked each other with
raspy tongues. Pandora and Hera cried out in stark
feline yowls as their dripping mounds met. Their
clits were hard and long enough to serve as little
cocks, and they traded penetrations, the hard pink
nubbins sliding between the slick labia and into the
vaginas a bit.
The cat-women ascended another twenty feet into the
air, and Pandora came. Her lustrous black fur rippled
as she screeched and spilled her orgasmic fluids. She
gripped the white-furred Hera fiercely, and twitched
her hips against her opponent.
Hera yelled her triumph, and allowed her own climax to
wash over. She rolled on her back in the air, and bit
her rival's neck as she came, discharging her own
liquids.
(One witch in Shelley coven had converted her broom
into a vivid representation of a phallus. She grasped
the wooden handle and energetically plunged the
magical member into another witch who lay on the
ground, legs spread wide open. She panted and moaned
as the broomcock fucked her. When the strange device
was pulled out, it ejaculated white streams over her
naked breasts.)
Pandora and Hera continued their levitating sexfight.
They danced in the night, sometimes using their rough
tongues in a hovering sixty-nine, but primarily they
brought their cxnts together again and again.
For three hours the were-cats fucked each other, and
the orgasms sounded in the enchanted night. They
waltzed at varying heights, a blur of pale and ebony
fur, thrashing in sweet conflict.
But it became apparent that one creature would
dominate. Hera began to sense that Pandora was
tiring. She used that feeling, and redoubled her
efforts. Soon, the dark-furred cat-woman found
herself in almost continuous sexual climax. Hera
started purring to her, up in the air.
"Dearrrr cousssin...I sssensse that I will
prevail...sssweet lover...ahh...let ussss end it..."
Pandora was still quaking from the last orgasm. She
closed her slanted eyes and tears leaked. Hera slowed
her dancing hips and kissed the tears.
Pandora gulped and sobbed, "Ohhh...wicked Hera...most
wicked coussssin...my loverrrr...my rival...I sssubmit...oh,
Great Motherrrr...I yield...."
The two feline women floated to the earth. Hera sat
down and held the dark-haired witch in her arms as the
potion was neutralized by a wizard's gesture. The
creatures melted and blurred and regained their human
shape. Now they were two naked mortals, exhausted and
drained, and they held each other and wept softly.
As if awakening from a dream, the witches and wizards
blinked and stood up, slowly donning their robes. The
Sabbat orgy had resulted in many lustful couplings,
and more than a few witches would find themselves
pregnant after tonight.
The elders from Shelley coven approached the young
naked witches who rested in the center. They brought
refreshing drinks and soft creams for them. Hera and
Pandora were tenderly dressed. They were given
potions that would restore their powers.
Hera turned to Pandora and whispered, "Perhaps we can
meet again, dear cousin, and ease our pain."
Pandora brushed back a strand of dark hair. "I will
await that moment, my cousin."
The witches embraced one more time, and Hera left to
stand by her wizard. Pandora watched with unfathomable
eyes. The Sabbat was over.
