0 comments/ 48460 views/ 5 favorites Sexual Magic By: Phoenix Rising Phoenix strolled out of the tavern, wondering where she had wandered off to now. It didn't take him long to find out. A low moan came from the alley that ran down the side of the tavern. Phoenix walked to it and entered the alley. The late evening light was dim, but there was enough to see by. The alley was short, closed at the far end and was cobbled, which was unusual. Alleys normally were unpaved and muddy. Against the tavern wall were stacked a pile of barrels. Phoenix knew they were empty. Not even the most stupid tavern keeper would leave beer out where anyone could take it. There were also a few wooden boxes and crates and, at the far end, a heap of rotting rubbish. A man, a mercenary by the looks of him, was sitting on a barrel, his trousers down around his ankles. A woman was gobbling his rock hard cock. Her tongue ran over the sensitive head then her mouth engulfed his cock, taking it deep into the back of her throat. She looked like any normal tavern whore, mid thirties, slightly plump with large tits, legs clad in stockings and long black hair but Phoenix knew her better than that. It wasn't with gold that the mercenary would be paying her. As she bent over the mercenary, slurping and licking at his cock, her hand fondling his balls, another man stepped out of the shadows. He moved behind her, to where her arse stuck out so invitingly. He reached out and ran his hand over her arse, causing her to wiggle slightly and moan around the cock she was sucking. He lifted her skirt and his fingers moved over the tight skin of her arse cheek to her cunt. Phoenix watched as he parted her lips and slipped his fingers into her warm moistness. After a few minutes of having her cunt probed the woman lifted her head from the mercenary's cock and murmured, 'Fuck me!' The mercenary grabbed her head and pulled her mouth back onto his cock. As it slid back into her warm mouth and her tongue teased the tip he let out a low groan of pleasure and let his fingers tangle in her hair. The man behind her opened his trousers and pulled out a stiff cock. He placed it at her entrance, running the tip up and down her moist lips, teasing her cunt. She had more basic needs, however, and reached back and grabbed his cock, guiding it into her wetness. It sank into her in one long stroke, causing her to arch her back and moan in pleasure before the mercenary again pulled her mouth back to his cock. Phoenix watched as the man fucked her with long, hard strokes, pulling her hips back as he thrust into her. This made her large tits bounce under her top and pulled her mouth up and down the mercenary's stiff cock. The mercenary ran his fingers through her hair, his eyes shut and his face a mask of pleasure. The man fucking her released her hips and reached under her to grab her bouncing tits. She moaned again as his rough hands cupped her firm breasts, his fingers flicking and squeezing the sensitive nipples. She wriggled her arse against his crotch as he slammed into her. Her hand dropped to her cunt and Phoenix knew her fingers were rubbing her sensitive clit, building her passion to an almighty orgasm. Both men seemed to be nearing orgasm too, and Phoenix knew it wouldn't be long. Suddenly she stiffened and moaned in ecstasy, shuddering as she came. The mercenary wasn't far behind. Phoenix saw him pull her head into his crotch as his body stiffened and a groan of pleasure escaped his lips, then he slumped back against the wall, totally spent. The man fucking her didn't last much longer. He slammed his cock into her cunt with swift, hard strokes, arching his head back as a silent scream of pleasure escaped his mouth, then collapsed in a heap, utterly drained. Phoenix walked into the alley and let his arm snake around the woman's waist. She moaned gently, still enjoying the warm glow of her orgasm, and wriggled her body into his. He looked at the two men slumped in the alley. Both looked very old now, their skin shrivelled and their hair thin and grey. Their cocks, no longer hard, had thin wisps of smoke escaping from the eyehole. Their faces were locked in masks of pleasure and Phoenix wondered just how good it felt when not just your spunk but your life force was sucked from your body through your cock. Phoenix waved his hand and muttered a few words and the bodies suddenly burst into blue flame and burned rapidly, leaving nothing but a fine grey ash. The woman turned in the circle of his arm and looked at him. She was no longer a plump woman in her mid thirties but a voluptuous girl in her late teens. Long, wavy red hair fell nearly to her waist. Large tits strained the tight fabric of her top. A belt accentuated the slender waist and the flare of her hips. Her long, firm legs were now bare of stockings. Deep blue eyes looked into his and full, sensual lips curved into a smile. She kissed him hungrily, her tongue probing his mouth and Phoenix felt the stirring of the magic that had sucked the life from two men to restore her body to youth. Phoenix broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes. 'Naughty girl, Tanya,' he whispered. 'We haven't been in this town two hours and you have already drained two men.' 'So what,' Tanya replied. 'I was getting too old. I was starting to feel frumpy. I wanted a new look. Besides, they were only caravan guards, fresh into town today. No one will even miss them.' She pulled his head down to hers and added with a smile, 'And between them they didn't manage to satisfy me. What are you going to do about that?' Phoenix chuckled. He knew how greedy his lover could be. He kissed her, his tongue snaking between her lips to meet hers. He pulled her close to him, feeling her breasts squash against his chest. He wiggled his fingers and suddenly they were naked. The sudden cold turned her nipples into hard nubs that scratched against his skin. He ran one hand down her back and onto the smooth, firm flesh of her arse. He gave a gentle squeeze and was rewarded with a wriggle that brushed her silky pubes against his stiff cock. They disengaged and Tanya sat on the barrel, her legs spread wide. Phoenix came to her, his hands roaming over her thighs as his head bent down to her tits. He kissed each one, then snaked his tongue around the hard points of her nipples. She gasped in pleasure, wrapping her legs around his body and pulling him close to her. One of her hands pulled his head to her tits. The other gently caressed his cock, running up and down the firm flesh, teasing the sensitive head then reaching down to stroke his balls. The tender caress of her hand was accompanied by the exotic, tingling touch of magic, sweeping through his cock. Phoenix ran fingers up Tanya's inner thigh, through the silkiness of her pubes and down to her cunt. His fingers stroked her lips teasingly, then gently parted them and moved to her engorged clit. Tanya moaned with pleasure as he circled and rubbed her clit with his thumb while one, then two fingers probed into her warm, wet cunt. Besides his touch, there was the subtle, erotic feeling of his magic racing through her cunt, seeking out her innermost pleasure spots and bursting in waves of pleasure that swept through her body. As he rubbed and tweaked her little bud he continued to excite her nipples with his mouth and tongue and magic. She arched her back, thrusting her large, firm tits towards him. He sucked one hard nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive tip and his teeth gently nibbling at it. Warm pleasure flared out from her sensitive little nipples, adding to the waves of erotic pleasure that were coming from her cunt. His other hand moved around her and started stroking her back through her silky hair. The smooth, silky touch of her own hair, coupled with the gentle pressure of his finger tips on her backbone and the powerful sensation of magic running through her body from his fingers only served to heighten the feelings coursing through her little body. Tanya moaned with pleasure, her breathing quickening and her heart racing as his gentle ministrations brought her to orgasm. She howled her pleasure into the night, then relaxed, then screamed again as a surprise second orgasm swept through her, leaving her quivering in her lovers arms. When she had recovered, Tanya pulled Phoenix's face to hers and kissed him passionately, their tongues entwined. The hand that had been caressing his cock now gently guided it to her cunt. Phoenix teased her at first, running the head of his cock over her cunt lips and clit. Then, in one sudden thrust he entered her, the head of his cock spreading her lips wide as it drove deep into her cunt. They stayed like that for a while, holding each other tightly, enjoying the feelings of flesh touching flesh and magic touching magic. Then Phoenix pulled out of her and held his cock just outside of her cunt. He knew this drove her wild. No other man could resist her magic. No other man could pull his cock out of her cunt once it had been inside. Tanya squirmed and wriggled, desperate to feel his cock deep inside her cunt again. She felt his kisses on her neck, his hands gently stroking her back and nipple, his magic singing across her skin and through her body and she yearned for his cock. 'Don't tease me, Phoenix!' she cried. 'Give me your cock! Fuck me!' 'Not yet,' whispered Phoenix. 'Not till I'm ready, you naughty girl.' 'Fuck me!' repeated Tanya. She reached down and grabbed his cock, pulling it towards her waiting lips. Her legs tightened around his body, trying to pull him closer so she could get what she wanted. It was to no avail. Just as she thought she would go mad with desire he gave her what she wanted. His hard cock eased between her cunt lips and slid deep inside her body, filling her completely. Tanya luxuriated in the feeling of fullness as his cock filled her cunt. His mouth sought hers and their tongues lashed at each other, magic jumping from mouth to mouth. She sighed as one of his hands found her tit, cupping and kneading the firm flesh, then squeezing and pinching her hard nipple. Electric feelings raced across her tits, concentrating exquisitely around her nipples. His other hand slid down her body and between her legs, brushing her cunt lips and seeking out her sensitive clit. As he rubbed it, waves of pleasure surged through Tanya's body, coursing out from her cunt to engulf her totally. Now he started to thrust his hard cock into her cunt. Exotic, magical bursts of pleasure swept from his cock, running along the walls of her cunt, exploding in bursts of pleasure as they reached her clit and G-spot. She wept with pleasure as the feelings surging through her body intensified. She tightened her legs around his body, desperate to pull him as close to her as she could. His hand released her tit and snaked around her body, pulling them together and squashing her ripe tits against the warmth of his chest. His other hand continued to tease her clit, his magic causing it to pulse with pleasure, as his cock pumped in and out of her body. She felt her passion rising and was swept away on waves of pleasure as her orgasm raced through her body. He didn't stop as her body heaved against his, her arms and legs pulling him close, trying to pull his cock even deeper into her. Her pleasure kept mounting and soon a second orgasm pulsed through her body, followed by a third that left her gasping at its intensity. As her orgasms subsided, Tanya settled back in the warm afterglow that bathed her body. She looked up into her lover's eyes and knew only that moment of passion and fulfilment. She smiled at Phoenix, letting him know that she was his and she wanted him to use her body for his own fulfilment. Phoenix felt Tanya's body relax from her orgasms. He felt the flow of juices released in her cunt as they flowed around his cock, lubricating her warm tightness. Mixed in was the tingling caress of her magic, darting teasingly along his shaft, exciting him ever more. Her hard nipples scratched against his chest, sending subtle waves of magic deep into his body where they exploded in bursts of pleasure. Her hands gently ran across his back, leaving tingling, exotic trails of magic that raced through his blood, lifting his passion higher and higher. He saw the satisfaction in her eyes and felt his own pleasure mounting. Pulling her body close he pumped his cock harder into her. He couldn't last long now and soon he felt the familiar tightening as his balls got ready to pump his spunk deep inside her. He fucked her hard now, pounding away at her sensitive body, then howled his release as his cock unloaded a flood of spunk and magic deep within her body. The feeling of his spunk jetting out deep within her cunt and the erotic charge of his released magic carried Tanya back to a gentle, final orgasm, and then they both relaxed against one another, totally satisfied. The chill of the night air finally cut through the warmth of their loving and Tanya and Phoenix disentangled their bodies. They reached for their discarded clothing and began to dress. Suddenly a voice cut through the quiet of the alley. 'Well, young sir and lady, how pleasant to see you this fine night. I don't suppose you could spare a little gold or silver for a fellow down on his luck now, could you?' The voice was that of a middle-aged man, of rough appearance. An old scar ran down one side of his face, others were visible on his arms. His clothes were worn and frayed. The sword he held pointed at them was well cared for, however, and emphasised that he wasn't really asking a question. Phoenix groaned. He reached into his cloak and withdrew a pouch, which he tossed to the rough. The pouch fell short and landed on the ground with a clink of coins. As the rough reached down for it, Tanya gestured. A blast of magic shot from her hand and threw the rough into the alley wall, where he collapsed with a gasp of pain. Phoenix and Tanya quickly pulled on the rest of their clothes and left the alley. Arren came to cursing all wizards, witches and evil powers. His back ached from hitting the wall and a lump on the back of his head told him that it too had bounced off the brickwork. He looked round. The alley was empty. The wizard and his bitch had left. Never mind, he mused. At least he was alive and still had all his arms and legs. Encounters with wizards usually ended up much worse than what he had suffered, if bar room talk was to be believed. Arren's eyes found the pouch Phoenix had thrown, still lying on the ground. He brightened; this night wouldn't be without profit after all. Strange that the wizard hadn't taken it back, he mused. Still, wizards were rich by all accounts. This one probably had so much gold he wouldn't even miss what was in the little pouch. He picked it up and opened it. A blue-white light leapt from the pouch onto Arren's hand. Looking like a spider made from tiny lightning bolts; it scurried around his hand for a moment, then shot off up his arm. 'Gods, no! Not bloody magic!' Arren cursed. He tried to brush the glowing magic off of his arm but his hand passed right through it. It disappeared up his sleeve and Arren could feel its tickling touch as it ran up his arm to his shoulder. He ripped his shirt open as it scuttled down his chest, trying again to brush the magic off his body. It carried on, down across his stomach, down past the top of his trousers. Arren pulled his trousers down and saw the magic scuttle along his dick. It reached the head and paused. Arren made one last, vain attempt to brush it off his body, then stared, eyes wide, as it crawled into his dick through the eyehole. His dick lit up from within, pulsing with a soft, blue-white light. A shower of sparks shot out the end, hissing into the night. The feeling was intense, almost like an orgasm and Arren moaned softly. Then he stared in horror. His dick was shrinking, growing smaller before his eyes! His ball sack shrivelled up and disappeared and his dick grew shorter and shorter until there was nothing left. Then there was a sudden burst of pain as his skin split open and folded back. Arren stared. His dick had become a twat. The magic was turning him into a woman! He looked at his chest, expecting to see the hair vanish and be replaced with a pair of tits. But nothing happened! The tingle and pulse of magic faded away and Arren realised the truth at last. He was still a man but without a dick. He cursed. He would no longer be able to go wenching and whoreing. He could never rape the women of a village when he and his friends pillaged it. And he would never get a fuck, because what man would want to fuck a man, even if he did have the tightest, virgin twat in the land? From a doorway, hidden by magic, Phoenix and Tanya watched and giggled as Arren lost his manhood. When the fun was over and Arren had wandered off into the night, Tanya turned to Phoenix and laughed. 'You vicious bastard!' she said. 'Where the hell did you find that curse? I haven't seen anything so nasty or funny in my life!' 'Found it in one of the tombs of Haran,' Phoenix replied. 'Some bastard priest had hidden it in one of the dead kings' treasure. Nearly lost my own cock before I managed to control it. It's an easy enough spell once you learn how to cast it. I'd show you how to do it but I don't know if I want to let you loose with it. Half the men in Sheldon would have cunts instead of cocks before you got bored with it!' 'Nice to know you trust me,' said Tanya, pouting. Then she laughed. 'Gods, the look on his face when he realised what you had done. I'm sure he thought he was going to turn into a woman and then the magic stopped! I don't think I do want to learn that spell! I would laugh myself silly using it, I'm sure.' The lovers left their doorway and, hand in hand, walked away into the night. Sexual Magic In the life of every married couple comes the time when sexuality has the taint of over-familiarity, which is commonly relieved by the exploration of other options, such as different partners, rubbery appliances, Tupperware, role play and technical supplements of various types, or a combination of all these. We will not claim that our marriage has been an exception to those common experimental phases, but will refrain from recounting any such instances, as in my experience they only serve as a temporary measure and complicate things thereafter. Suffice it to say that neither my wife Dawn nor I were overly satisfied after the fifteenth year of our marriage, when the death of her great grandaunt Samantha, who had been rumoured to be a witch, left us with her estate and some entirely unexpected options. The attic of her dingy and highly claustrophobic house turned out to be the confirmation of all the stories we had heard about her, as it was stuffed with vials and flasks of strange liquids, powdery substances and other magical paraphernalia, as well as spell books that looked ancient. Amongst those books, we found a volume that immediately piqued our curiosity, entitled "Sexual Magic". Studying it at length, identifying and translating the sometimes cryptic references to plants and animal ingredients appeared to be the logical and not altogether unwelcome appreciation of that unexpected heirloom. In the following we will recount the recipes we have tried out thus far and leave it up to you whether you endeavour to follow our example or not. Warning: The authors wish to impress that all following recipes carry a certain amount of risk to your health and that of your partners. You may try these at your own risk and responsibility. --- Double your prowess This is a recipe that was marked as for males only. Ingredients: 2 grams of elk testicle, dried (preferably from the right one), 2 spoonful of nutmeg, 3 mandrake roots, medium roasted, approx one teaspoon of semen (preferably human), 12 male pubic hairs, 2 hard-boiled eggs (chicken or duck), 1 gram of dried skins of fly agaric (Amnita muscaria), three drops of shepherd's tears, 350 grams of prime rib steak. Crush the mandrake roots, mix it with the elk testicle and nutmeg and add half a pint of water. Let it boil; then simmer for approximately fifteen minutes. Add the fly agaric and take the pot off the flame, let it cool down for about an hour. Then add the semen (the fresher the better), the meat and the eggs to the pot (a clay pot is recommended) and put it in the oven at a temperature of 150 degrees Celsius for twenty minutes. Undress and light a candle. Take the pot out of the oven, place it in front of you and avoid touching it with your bare skin. Burn the pubic hairs one by one in the candle flame whilst reciting: "Arg okan sinu, diple di duple tic to dic, ansi nok dan vi ran." If you feel more comfortable with that, you may indeed chant it, but under no circumstances with a falsetto voice. After you have burned all pubic hairs (only the ones for the recipe, not yours), lift the lid and add the shepherd's tears. It is advisable to do this with an outstretched arm, as the ensuing gaseous emanation might singe your skin off. Devour the stew as quickly as you can. The effect: Dawn had been as curious as me as to the effects of this particular recipe, which might partly have been due to me working very late hours at the office lately and falling asleep instantly after our Tuesday only and only once entertainment. After about fifteen minutes I noticed that sitting became oddly uncomfortable, there was a tugging sensation at my rear and upon standing up and asking Dawn to inspect the area in question she discovered that my buttocks had disappeared and that I had grown another cock and ball sack at their former location. Admittedly, this was not quite what we had expected nor hoped for, but curiosity took the better of us and Dawn intensified her inspection orally to see if it was equipment one could work with. That was the case, as she sucked and licked my newest bodily extension into full shape, which triggered a corresponding hard-on on the other side. A comparison revealed that the new cock was an exact replica of the former, as were the new balls also. The benefits: Our experiments revealed that you can actually come with one of either of your dicks, while the other stays hard and ready for action. The downside is that is very awkward, to say the least, to fuck with your rear and quite distracting for your partner also. However, beneficial certainly is your ability to fuck two women (and/or men if you are so inclined) at the same time, as we established with our next door neighbour Patricia after her screaming fit subsided. Theoretically it is possible to come with both dicks at the same time, but I have yet to achieve the mastery over this particular feat. The effects of the potion last for up to six hours. The downsides and side-effects: You may have trouble finding suitable attire if wish to sport your new bodily extension to some sort of social gathering. An additional effect is that you feel constipated for up to four days after that and will feel aroused in the presence of steak and boiled eggs ever after. --- Happy Puss This is a recipe for females only. Ingredients: five left eyes of virgin female frogs, half a gram of leg hair of a grammastola rosea, three drops of blood of a 99 year old woman, drawn by the sting of a rose thorn at midnight under a full moon, two spoonfuls of ground roasted cockroaches, half a cup of your own saliva, half a litre of milk, one banana, some cocoa powder, a freshly woven spider web with three raindrops in it, a small mirror. Cut the frogeyes into quarters, and then mix them into the saliva. Heat both on the stove, slowly adding first the spider hair and then the blood. When the result turns a nicely brown colour, take it off the stove, let it cool down, and then add the cockroach powder. Put in a blender, add milk, banana and cocoa powder, and mix it all. You can also leave out these last three things, but I advise against it, as they considerably improve the taste of the potion. With the freshly prepared potion, sit down and lie the mirror down on the ground. Attach the spider web somewhere above the mirror, not more than twenty but not less than ten centimetres away from it. Drink the potion as quickly as you can, then recite the following incantation: "Care core le, pisi ca pisi ca pisi se." Then carefully touch the spider web with the tip of your index finger, so that you will cause one of the raindrops to fall down onto the mirror. Repeat the incantation, and then do the same again, so the second raindrop will fall down. Chant or recite the incantation again, then let the third raindrop fall. After that, all you need to do is wait, the effect of the potion and the spell should become noticeable in a few minutes. It is advised to undress before the ritual. The effect: I had been curious about this spell for a long time, but since Keith usually was the one to ensure the happiness of my pussy, he wasn't too interested in me trying it out. But when he had an important business meeting one evening, I decided the time had come to try it out, expecting an enjoyable evening despite his absence. He told me he was going to join his colleagues for some beers after the meeting, thus giving me the time to enjoy the effects of the spell. After preparing the potion and performing the spell, nothing happened at first. After a while I felt a weird tingling sensation all over my body, but nothing that would have been particular to my pussy, or would have felt like sexual arousal. I did, however, suddenly notice something move in the corner of the room, and felt my whole body go tense. I really, really wanted to see what it was, and slowly started moving into that direction, without making any sound. It was a big moth, which must have flown in earlier, when I had opened the window to let some fresh air in. Without realizing it really, I suddenly was up in the air, jumping toward the insect, reaching out with my paws, trying to catch it. Paws? Did I say paws? I only noticed at this moment, that instead of hands I had paws covered in smooth black fur. My legs were covered with fur too, and looking around I realized I had a tail. That had to be inspected more closely. After all, it was twitching around in such an interesting way. I jumped, trying to catch my tail. But the damn thing moved along with the rest of my body, of course, escaping my grip. I tried again, and this time managed to touch the very tip for a second -- this surprised me so much, that in a fast gallop I fled to the other end of the room, knocking over the big vase with dried flowers on my way. The loud shattering sound made me try to climb up the curtains covering the window, but I was much too heavy for them, and they fell down, covering and entangling me. When I had managed to free myself, I discovered the moth again, this time flying right towards the small lamp on Keith's desk that I had left on to give the room a dim lighting while I was performing the spell. I continued my hunt ... When Keith came home, the first thing he found was a huge mess in the living room. The sofa exhibited scratch marks of a rather large animal. Glasses and cups from the cupboards had fallen down and lay smashed on the floor. A bowl with walnuts had also fallen down from the table, and the nuts had been distributed all over the floor. From one corner of the room, he told me later, he could hear a loud sound, reminding him a bit of a motor. There, next to our open fire place, on the most comfortable armchair, sat I, tired of my (successful) hunt of the moth, rolled into a comfortable position and purring happily. The benefits: Somehow everything seems more comfortable from the eyes of a cat. Lying on my armchair, watching life bustle by, cuddling up to Keith on the sofa ... I just stopped worrying about all the things I should do or have to do. And fortunately, Keith likes cats and says it was quite comfortable for him too, to cuddle with a human-sized cat. When he started petting me and scratching me behind my ears, I also grew quite horny, but as long as I still looked like a cat he was unwilling to indulge in any sexual activities -- once I started partly transforming back into a human though (especially when I lost the fur in some of the places he likes to put in contact with the mouth), we also had a chance to find out how much more flexible my cat-like body was. Further, Keith said, that he found my happy purring once all my desires were fully satisfied very endearing. The fact that I saw absolutely no reason to clean up the mess I had created, or even just to get up to get my own food when I got hungry might seem as a disadvantage to Keith. I, however, thought it a very important experience to learn to think more of myself, and let him do these things. That's what your humans ... I mean, your husband is for, right? And by now he is well-trained: A few meows, a reminder that I still have some leftover ingredients to make a new potion for myself, and there he runs to get me my chocolate or juice, or whatever I desire ... The downsides and side-effects: Cats are playful animals. When they feel like catching something moving through the room, they tend to not care too much what they knock over on their way. Now, imagine a cat the size of the human, and you might have an idea of the destruction it could cause. Up to this day I feel a certain urge to hiss at anyone who scares me or makes me angry. A slightly embarrassing effect was that I coughed up fur balls for several days after performing the spell, often at work. And even worse was the fact that on the first day after my evening as a cat I just couldn't help jumping after a fly that had landed just on my boss's ear. I also still need slightly longer than usual to pass through town, because several of the pet stores have rats or hamsters or white mice on display in their windows. --- Cock of the wood This recipe was also marked for males only. Ingredients: 3 feathers of the Tetrao urogallus (capercalzie), 30 grams of sandalwood, 1 teaspoon of Spanish fly (Lytta vesicatoria), 1 woodpecker egg stolen during full moon, one quarter pint of tomcat piss, 10 drops of wormwood oil, 2 spoons of clarified butter. Heat the butter on a small flame, then add the egg and stir until it is gooey, add the Spanish fly, stir violently until it is well blended, then take it off the flame. Crush the sandalwood and dissolve it in the tomcat piss on a small flame. Add the wormwood oil and try not to inhale (vomit spoils the paste). Add the first paste spoon by spoon and bring to the boil. Simmer until it becomes a paste. Let it cool off a little (a little means until it is not scaldingly hot) and then rapidly apply it on your dick (that's why). Light a candle and place two feathers before you, the third one you have to shove up your arse. Burn the other two whilst reciting: "Ooka loo, aka doo, soko dita dic, haka wooda pric coroo." You might wish to avoid concomitant squealing from the burning sensation on your penis, as the pronunciation is crucial in this instance. The effects: The erection already started during the application of the paste and lasted altogether fifteen hours without abatement. Dawn was sore after four hours and throughout the entire time following I did not manage to come, neither from fucking, nor oral stimulation, nor hands-on experience. The feather in my arsehole multiplied, and I had a fairly impressive display of pinions as I was told. I also felt compelled to strut around Dawn in small concentric circles, as I intuited that this was the logical foreplay, but Dawn failed to see the appeal. She was also not entirely taken by my attempt to mark my territory by pissing in all corners of the room, which was quite a feat due to the unfamiliar angle nevertheless. The benefits: The benefits are mainly for your partner, so it might be a nice present for her birthday or mother's day. For the man it is a little frustrating not to be able to come, but tickling your partner with your pinions triggers interesting physical sensations for both as well. You could satisfy multiple partners or star in a series of blue movies for ornithologists. The downsides and side-effects: For at least four days, I found feathers in my stool. You may experience headaches, nausea, and an incontrollable nesting instinct for another two days. Your partner might never again be satisfied with a run-of-the-mill erection. Stealing woodpecker eggs at night can also prove hazardous, as well as the attempt to induce a neighbour's cat to piss in a cup for you. It is highly recommended to avoid any business meetings, oratory engagements, hikes and tight trousers for the duration of the effect. --- Two is twice as nice This recipe was marked for both genders. Ingredients: two perfectly equal leafs from a chestnut tree, a feather from each of two young roosters that were hatched on the same day, with the same mother, two equally black kittens (alive, male if the spell is performed on a man, female if it is performed on a woman, be careful not to confuse this, or you might never be the same again), two piles of sand from the same beach, each weighing one gram, and each containing exactly the same amount of sand corns, two peas, water, and one grain of sea salt. Burn the feathers, and mix the ash of each of them with one of the sand piles. Bury a pea in their midst, and then wrap each of them in one of the leaves. Heat the water, put it in a soup bowl, and drop the two leaf-packages in there. Let them soak for a while, so the water takes their flavour. Pick up the kittens, and let each of them meow once over the water. Fish out the leaf-packages, (you should later bury them in the garden, because if the cats end up playing with them they would distribute sand and ash all over your house), and drink the water as fast as you can. It isn't necessary to say any spell. The effect: Both of us like threesomes, both with other men or with other women. From the title of this spell, we deduced that another man or woman would be created, so we hoped for a threesome without any future complications (like our neighbour Samantha, who keeps suggesting to repeat the Double your Prowess spell, and who I suspect keeps trying to catch Keith by himself when I am not home. I trust him, but I still would prefer not to have to deal with this kind of side effect. Both of us would have liked the other to try out the recipe, which led to quite a few arguments. In the end, Keith talked me into being the first one to try it -- with many promises, and pointing out that he had so far done more magic for my sexual enjoyment than the other way around. So one sunny Saturday morning, we had all the ingredients together, and tried out the recipe. It was a bit difficult to get the cats to meow on command, basically we had to hold them in the air, over the water, until they got annoyed and wanted to be let back down to the ground, and thus meowed in complaint. After that we let them go, and they conquered our house within minutes, and declared it their new home. After drinking the water, I felt a strong stomach ache, which at first I put down to having drunken too quickly. But the ache got stronger and stronger, until it felt like it was tearing me apart. In the end, I think I blacked out. When I opened my eyes again, and sat up, I saw Keith staring at me in disbelief. And I found myself staring at me in disbelief. Twice. Once, I was sitting on the left side, and seeing myself sitting to the right of myself, and once I was sitting on the right side, and saw myself sitting to the left of myself. I saw both things simultaneously, and somehow my brain (or my brains?) managed to keep both images separate, though it felt a bit like I was cross eyed ... After a minute or two of staring in disbelief and in absolute silence, a big grin suddenly lightened up Keith's face. "Not exactly what I expected," he said, "but nice ... Come on then, you ... two, let's go to the bedroom ..." The benefits: At first I, or we, as you might put it, were put off by the idea of a threesome with both of us, or me, in it. Sex with myself? But Keith managed to convince us, that this wouldn't be much different from masturbation, something I happily indulge in when he isn't home, and also sometimes when he is present and wants to watch. And I was very happy he had talked me into giving it a try -- during the hours that followed, I soon enjoyed most those times when Keith was exhausted and needed to rest a bit, and his demands for both of my attentions decreased, so I could concentrate on myself. Let's face it, I know best what turns me on, and for example going down on myself gives the idea of a 69 a whole new perspective. Also, the spell lasts three days, and since we had had sex all weekend, I was happy to only have one of myself go to work on Monday, while the other one stayed at home and slept. The relaxing effect of that sleep was strong enough for both of me. Also, I always wanted a cat, and now through that spell we had bought two very cute kittens, and once they were in our house there was no way of giving them away again. The downsides and side-effects: Keith wasn't as happy with the effect of the spell as he had hoped. Expecting two of me to give him twice the attention, he found I was more interested in experimenting a bit with myself, and felt left out. Also, not only the things he likes about me doubled, but also those he likes less. He had to listen to twice the amount of talking, I was telling him twice as much what he should do different or better, I even had twice the memory of when and how he wronged me in the past. It is definitely not a good idea to get into an argument when there are two of me. Sexual Magic I have refrained from using the spell again, not only because our cats aren't kittens any more, and more than two cats might be a bit much, but also because I noticed some slight split personality issues in the days after the effect of the spell ended, and I fear that performing it too often might lead to some confusion about who and how many people I am. --- Donkey Delight Another recipe marked for males only. Ingredients: 30 grams of dry stems from Fadogia agrestis, 1 gram of purple foxglove, half a pint of donkey spunk, 10 dried leaves of Salvia divinorum, 10 raw oysters, 6 chicken eggs, one hardy and resistant stomach. Boil the Fadogia, the foxglove and the salvia in half a pint of water for approximately fifteen minutes (it is advisable to open a window, but not too wide in case you feel the urge to fly). Take off the flame and leave it cooling for half an hour, then add the spunk, the oysters and the eggs, stir until it becomes one cohesive liquid. Gulp it down in twelve swigs, reciting the following line before each of them: "Yah, ee ah, ne wa, ti da, dic ta, di da." The taste and the consistency might prove to be a real challenge for your ability to keep it down. You might want to add a draught of water after the sixth swig at the latest otherwise your pronunciation becomes somewhat slimy and indistinct. The effects: Dawn has always been partial to oversized manly attributes, so the donkey association put this one next on our list. Indeed, after fifteen minutes of the intake, the impression that you had just sucked off the entire crew of an aircraft carrier subsides and you feel the reward in the form of an incredible growth. I reached roughly twice my normal length and girth, and I am not exactly small-changed by nature to begin with. Dawn was ecstatic about the result and wanted to try immediately, but I didn't feel like it. She tried all sorts of things to entice me, none of which had any effect. Still, she is renowned for her ingenuity and eventually got me going after inserting a carrot into her minge, holding it under my nose thereafter, which got me worked up enough to fuck the shit out of her, first figuratively, then literally. The effect lasted only for four hours, two of which were spent trying to convince me, but Dawn claimed it was still worth her while. The benefits: Men modestly endowed by nature can fulfil desires their poor partners might have otherwise only dreamed of, or stealthily acquired elsewhere. Every four legged position is suitable and arousing. Your vocal range is enhanced with some rather intriguing animalistic extensions. You grin throughout the experience and up to five days after. Your partner will do that too. The downsides and side-effects: Obtaining some of the ingredients can be tricky. By a mere coincidence, we had discovered the correct way of acquiring the donkey seed on an earlier trip to Greece, where we had found several man engaged in that fine tradition in a small village. At the time we had assumed that those were village idiots rather, who mistook them for cows; with hindsight they were just initiates who followed a long tradition. The fact that the whole village was inhabited by men only seems to indicate though that this wasn't the only old Greek tradition they observed. The stubbornness generated by the drink persists for several days. Your cock goes back to normal after four hours, unfortunately not your testes, so you need to sport wide attire for up to four days. I got a carrot fetish since that experience and get horny when people call me an ass. Your partner will have a rather unique gait for the following days and might ask you to do the donkey for the rest of your natural lives. --- Big Balloons This recipe is for females only. Ingredients: a cup of fresh cow milk from a cow whose calf has been born within the last three days, fresh dirt from a graveyard, dugout under a full moon at midnight -- the amount of the dirt required varies by the increase in size you want to achieve, three goat-tongues, a spoonful of very hot chilli powder, three tear drops of a crocodile, half a cup of elephant piss, a little bit of your own blood -- it needs to be very fresh, so better draw it only while performing the spell, the assistance of a man, preferably your lover. Mix the dirt with the milk, so it becomes a thick mud. Then add the elephant piss and the crocodile tears. Undress. Apply the paste unto the area you want to modify. Decorate each of the mud-breasts with a cow tongue, and take the third one into your mouth, to cover your own tongue. Draw the blood (for example by pricking your finger with a needle), and use it to paint a small spot onto each of your mud-breasts, just where the nipple would be. Now you need the help of your lover: He has to give you three kisses, kissing the goat tongue rather than your own. Before each kiss you are to shout out: "Boo -- Ah! Boo -- Ah! Boo -- Ah!" And after each kiss you are to say the following spell: "Katiratabaratiba Koribotarobitora. Kereterebereketerek." Be careful that the goat tongue doesn't slip off your own tongue during this, and that your pronunciation is as clear as is possible under the circumstances. The effects of the spell last a whole night. The effect: Most men love breasts, and Keith is no exception there. More so, he is partial to the large variety, probably because they remind him of the pictures in those magazines he used to read as a young man, when he was still shy and lonely, daydreaming to those pictures of the joys that would await him once he managed to overcame his fear of even speaking to a woman. Since I am only equipped with average size breasts at best (though they are, both in mine and in Keith's opinion perfectly shaped and very desirable), my husband had been suggesting for me to try this spell for a long time. For months, I resisted this idea; I thought using magic to alter my body was under my dignity. Finally, though, I caved in and agreed to give this spell a try. As you can imagine, the assistant was the easiest ingredient to find. Even the thought of kissing a goat's tongue didn't put Keith off the excitement about the improvement on my body he was hoping for. I let Keith decide exactly how much of the mud he wanted to use on me, and he wanted to use a lot. Drawing my own blood wasn't easy, I am a bit squeamish when it comes to that, but putting the goat tongue into my mouth was worse. We had bought the freshest tongues we could get, yet I kept imagining it had a somewhat putrid smell and foul taste. The things we do to do our loved ones a favour ... After a few moments I started feeling a strange tickling in my breasts. Then they grew, pushing the mud off them, it fell to the ground, together with the goat tongues. I spit out the tongue from my mouth, glad to be rid of that. Keith examined my new breasts, and started fondling them maybe more than was necessary, but of course I had no objection to this. Under his hands, however they kept growing. Soon they had reached the desired size, but that didn't seem to deter them from growing some more, until they were as big as anything he ever found in any magazine. Hoping my breasts would have reached their full size now, Keith took one of my nipples into his mouth. I closed my eyes while he sucked on it, and when I opened them again, to my shock I couldn't see Keith any more: My breasts had reached the size of watermelons, and Keith's head was completely hidden behind them. At this moment he also realized something was wrong, and stopped his attention to my nipples. Instead, he stepped away and watched first in amazement, then in shock, how my breasts kept growing, soon reaching the size of car tires, then of truck tires, and finally they were as big as a tractor's tire. As they kept growing, Keith fled to a corner of the room, but our bedroom isn't very big, so he was pushed into this corner by my breasts, while my own body, attached like just a small appendix to my growing boobs, was pushed into the other corner of the room. In his attempts to somehow stay in a place where he wouldn't be crushed to death, Keith ended up wriggling in between my breasts, his head looking out from somewhere in between them. Though he looked thoroughly scared, I could feel that this situation also aroused him. However, I don't think this was the kind of tit fuck he had had in mind. We were lucky our bedroom was the size it was -- because had it been any smaller, both of us would be history. As it was, my breasts stopped growing just before they filled out the whole room. As we stared at each other in amazement and shock, I suddenly remembered -- the effects of the spell were supposed to last a whole night. We were stuck here for a while. The benefits: I don't think we had such a long conversation in years. Crushed into the wall by my own breasts' weight, I was much too uncomfortable to sleep. And while Keith was in a softer place, he was too scared they might resume growing, and didn't dare to go to sleep. Sex wasn't really possible either. So we talked all night, about our past, our ideas for the future, our dreams and hopes. I could tell Keith the things I always wanted to tell him -- and he didn't have a chance to get away. Also, once the effect of the spell had worn off and my breasts had returned to their normal size, Keith seemed to appreciate them more than he ever had done. When I suggested we try the spell again with a much smaller amount of dirt (I had come to the conclusion that they hadn't meant to use as much mud as you wanted your breast size to increase, but maybe a percent of that amount), he vehemently refused to be of any assistance, and threatened to leave should he ever find that I was buying goat tongues or other suspicious ingredients. It became obvious soon, that he had lost his taste for big breasts: A few days later when I took out the garbage, I found a pile of magazines in there, which I knew he had been hiding under his bed -- he had thrown out all those that emphasized ladies with big chests. Whenever asked, Keith now eagerly points out that a handful is just the perfect size ... The downsides and side-effects: As you can imagine, growing breasts the size of a small room can't be comfortable. It wasn't as painful as some of you might imagine, and even my stretched skin managed to recover after a few days -- but until it did, taking off my bra was pure horror. Also, I couldn't get the taste of goat out of my mouth for at least a week. --- The wild boar This recipe is marked for males and hermaphrodites only. Ingredients: 3 fresh datura fruits, halved, 3 grams of ground boar fangs, 6 cloves of garlic, crushed, 1 pint of mead, 3 teaspoons of wild honey, 20 pig bristles (boar or domestic), 1 speech of a local politician (of the party you least fancy) written on edible paper, 1 pig's tail (boar or domestic). Boil the datura fruits and boar fangs in the mead for approximately forty minutes, add the honey, the pig's tail and the garlic and let it simmer for another half hour. Strain thoroughly; the resulting drink should be less than a quarter pint of liquid. Light a candle, read the politician's speech aloud before eating it (try not to puke), then burn the bristles one by one, reciting: "Oink ti boink, yeeha loink, trip trap voing." Down the drink in one sip, then place your head between your legs and ignore the feeling that you are going to die, it is most likely not true -- it will pass after approximately half an hour. The effects: I sensed that Dawn was getting more and more partial to wild rides, so the wild boar seemed like an interesting enough diversion to try out. After half an hour of rather disturbing hallucinations I felt the urge to leave our house, as it was unbearable to be trapped in our pig sty. Dawn had a hard time following me, as I galloped into the woods, apparently cheered on first by neighbours, then other locals who found my streaking on all fours endearing. Dawn eventually caught up with me, when I wallowed in some muddy puddle deep inside the forest. I liked her scent, which apparently wasn't mutual (darn garlic) but since noticing my spectacular horniness, she overcame that olfactory nightmare and took her clothes off as well. Now it is time to mention that the choice of pig's tail does have an impact on the shape of your dick -- as we had chosen domestic I found myself ring-tailed so to speak, which apparently triggered some interesting sensations for Dawn, that even offset my constant need to call her "my little piggy" and "my little fuck sow". We had rather muddy sex for about three hours, before I stopped bristling and whistling. The benefits: You feel very connected with nature and have the stamina of a wild boar. Since your dick might look a little like a corkscrew, the phrase screwing takes on an entirely new meaning for you. The downsides and side-effects: It is advisable to perform this outdoors, if you don't want to find yourself on the front page of your newspaper the next day. However, this might countermand the long lasting effect of feeling the urge to really wallow in filth and become a politician. If you succumb, try to resist opening your speeches with oinking, the opposition will be all over it. You might feel like a cannibal when eating pork chops, which is even more disconcerting, since it is a great feeling. --- Payback time This recipe was marked for one person of each gender together. Ingredients: The semen of three men, collected on their birthdays -- one on the 18th, one on the 38th, and one on the 58th, the vaginal fluids of two sisters, collected the same night, three daisies, seven spider eggs, a cup of orange juice, fifteen hairs from a white rabbit's tail, a drop of blood drawn out of the lower back of a virgin (male or female) by a cactus that said virgin sat down on by mistake. Let the daisies soak in the orange juice for at least an hour, before adding the blood and the spider eggs (which you should crush first). Put it on the oven and let the juice boil for a minute before adding the rabbit hair. Separate into two different cups, and add the semen into the cup for the woman, the vaginal fluids into the cup for the man. Dip your fingers into the juice, and smear a bit of it on your forehead, on your lips, on your chest, on your genitals, and on your toes, reciting each time the following words: "Mayasamakamasa. Kra kra kra." After that, drink the rest, and try not to choke on the rabbit hair. The effect: Believe it or not, but the daisies were the most difficult of the ingredients to find, as we had decided to try this spell in the middle of winter. Some of the other ingredients on the other hand were fun to collect, and while I had an advantage over the old days, when the spell was written, by simply having the guys use condoms, and then keeping them, I will never know how Keith actually managed to collect the vaginal fluids in a small tube, without freaking out the two girls. Placing a very thorny cactus at a convenient location near the local swimming pool and waiting for the slippery ground to do its thing was quite amusing too ... We hadn't been sure what exactly this spell would do, so we were quite curious about the results, after all it was the first spell that was for both of us. When we performed it, I did indeed almost choke on a rabbit hair. When I calmed down from my coughing fit and looked up, I looked -- at myself. For a moment I thought we had confused the potions, and I had once again become two people. But then I realized that I was only experiencing what I saw, I had stayed one person. Also, Keith was nowhere to be seen. And thirdly, I started feeling a strange itch in my groin, and a strong urge to scratch ... my balls? Yes, sure enough, I had not only a cock complete with ball sack dangling between my legs, but my whole body had grown bigger, more muscular, and definitely more hairy. On closer look, Keith, standing opposite me, didn't look exactly as I did. He had become a woman, and a woman who on first look would be called similar to me, but something of his normal looks had remained. It was marginal, probably only someone who knew him and me as well as I or he did, would notice it, anyone else would think he was me and I was him. But for me, this was enough to not go into a complete identity crisis. The benefits: Honestly, who hasn't at some point of their life wished they could be of the other sex for just a few hours, just to learn how they experience sex. And as soon as this thought crossed my mind, I had my first chance to get an idea ... The word "sex" amplified and echoed through my brain, and I could feel an immediate reaction in my new-grown dick. It had awoken from its sleep. For a test, I let another word travel through my mind: "boobs". Not only did I feel the reaction once again, my trousers starting to feel too tight, but I suddenly realized that my eyes had been faster than my thoughts this time. They had removed their gaze from Keith's face as soon as I had made sure it was him, and had travelled down on their own accord, staying glued now to his -- or her, rather -- boobs. I think we learned quite a bit that day, about how the other's body functions, and how the things we do to each other feel. Interestingly, for example, Keith has stopped treating my nipples like radio buttons ever since we performed that spell. And I can finally fully appreciate just why it is so bad when my teeth scrape his dick during a blow job. The downsides and side-effects: It took us quite a while, to work out how everything functions. We were both curious about what sex would feel like, but the logistics of what to put in where are complicated, when you suddenly find yourself in the opposite role of the one you are used to. And considering of how long it took to start, we were finished very quickly -- apparently I had to learn how to control certain things. Well, the spell lasted long enough to give it several tries. Actually, it lasted long enough for each of us to have to go to the other's work the next day. This brought about not only confusion at the workplace, but also my discovery of just how good looking the secretary at Keith's workplace is, and to him finding out that several of my male colleagues enjoy flirting with me at any opportunity. --- The most beautiful This recipe was marked for women only. Ingredients: fifteen warts of a female toad, the bigger and uglier the toad, the better, three feathers of a young swan, half a cup of the slime from seven slugs, a nose-hair of a star-nose mole, three drops of saliva from a gorilla, five crocodile tears, one cactus spike, three dust bunnies, soaked in water overnight. Crush the warts into a thick paste, and then add the gorilla's saliva and the crocodile tears. Warm all this in a spoon over the flame of a candle until it starts bubbling, and mix it into the slug slime. Cut the feathers and the nose hair into small pieces, and add this to the mixture. Now stir it seven times clockwise and thirteen times counter clockwise, using the cactus spine to stir. Add the soaked dust bunnies, put the whole mixture onto a low flame, and stir once again, this time going once clockwise and twice counter clockwise repeatedly, until the mixture turns into a kind of thick stew. When drinking the potion, be careful not to throw up, as the result tastes rather like the socks of a marathon runner might taste. After you have finished the potion, recite three times the following words: Sexual Magic "Gragaka drudutu bribiti." The effect lasts a few hours. The effect: A lot of women have issues with their looks, they often wonder if they are pretty enough, and whether they aren't too fat, or too thin, whether their breasts are too big or too small, and each look their man seems to give another woman worries them. Rationally, of course, I know this is all nonsense -- yet I can't help thinking like this sometimes. So the prospect of becoming the most beautiful woman in the world was quite tempting. I performed the spell one evening when I was home a bit earlier, so the effect would start just before Keith would come home from work. After performing the spell I stepped in front of the mirror -- and gasped. In a way I looked the same as I had before, everyone could still recognize that it was me, but a lot of little details had changed. I couldn't quite put the finger on anything, but the result was breathtaking. I had never seen anything as beautiful as myself. Instead of changing into sexier clothes, which had been part of my plan, I just stood in front of the mirror, staring at my face, my perfect body, marvelling at my own beauty. I was only torn out of this admiration for myself when I heard the key turn in the lock -- my husband was home. With a big smile I looked up -- and discovered something I hadn't expected. Keith, not knowing that I was planning this surprise for him, had brought two colleagues home. The reaction of all three of them was immediate: They stopped where they were standing, unable to utter one clear word, staring at me. I thought I even saw drool dripping from the mouth of one of them. Then Keith turned to the other two. "This is my wife," he said with a strangely possessive tone in his voice. "You have to go home now." The other men shook their head. "I earn more than you," one of them said. "So I deserve her more." "Yeah but I graduated from a good university, not from such an inferior place as you two. And of course women like intelligence best." "You ... intelligent?" Keith snorted. "And anyway, I am stronger, and what women really like is a strong man." "I could beat you to pulp within seconds," one of the colleagues protested. And to prove his point, he raised his fist. I had to do something, and quick. "Stop it! Now!" I shouted, and to my surprise all three stood still and looked at me, as if awaiting my orders. And when I thought about it, I realized they actually were. They would do anything I told them to, as long as that allowed them to be close to me. The benefits: Of course it is great to be wanted and admired by all men (and most women) you meet, to have them lying at your feet, willing to fulfil your every wish, just so you might notice them, might grant them a minute of your time. It is flattering when everyone tries to outdo each other, just to impress you, when they do anything, to get rid of their rivals. If you know how to play your cards right, you can get your husband or anyone else to promise you anything you ever wanted. The downsides and side-effects: However, you learn quickly that beauty isn't everything. Actually, it is quite tiring. And everyone around you seems to be interested only in your looks, not in you as a person. Worst is the jealousy. In fact, the spell is quite dangerous -- not everyone understands that just because they want you more than they have ever wanted anything (under the influence of the spell) they can't have you. After I had had some fun with my husband and his colleagues, I grew tired of their constant arguments, of their constant attempts to get my attention and impress me, so I decided to leave the house for a little walk. After a few hundred metres, I started to notice the looks everyone on the streets -- men and women -- was giving me. Looks full of desire. And not just short glances, most of them were really staring at me. I started feeling a bit uncomfortable. Finally, a police officer walked up to me. "You shouldn't be out here all alone at night," he said. "Let me drive you home." "It's fine," I replied. "I only have a few hundred metres to walk." He obviously wasn't used to having people say no to him. "Get in the car. Now." Something in his expression scared me. He wanted me, I could feel it, and he was unable to control himself. Now I felt more than just a bit uncomfortable. Before he could grab my arm, I started running, and was back in the house and had the door locked behind me faster than ever before. I could see them through the windows though -- all the men of the neighbourhood gathering outside my house, shouting my name, some of them looking like they'd soon kick the door in if I didn't come out. My husband, at the same time, seemed fully prepared to go outside and beat all of them up. My argument, that he would likely get himself killed, didn't reach him, and only when I said I would stay inside with his colleagues if he went outside, kept him from fulfilling this plan. I was really quite glad the spell only lasted a few hours altogether -- already half an hour after returning from my walk I could feel the effect turning off, I could see some of the wrinkles around my eyes return when I looked in mirror, and those dreaded few extra kilos -- I welcomed them like long lost friends. --- We have learned to be careful with the book. A lot of the spells seem to be more trouble than they are worth, nevertheless, we had a lot of fun trying them out. It was scary a few times, but one thing is sure, we got a lot of great sex out of it. The most important thing we learned, though, is -- that not everything we believe to wish for is really as good as it sounds. And that what we have is already quite nice. Indeed, after a few weeks of experimenting with different recipes and spells, we suddenly felt the strong urge for ... well for "normal" sex. Just me and my husband, in a normal bed, with normal-sized genitals and breasts. The kind that isn't wild or crazy or otherwise extreme. Sex, where we are close to each other, touch each other, and actually enjoy it. That sounds pretty boring, I know, but I guess we are boring people. And we now enjoy being so. Be that as it may, naturally we are taking requests for the release of new recipes, provided you submit them at midnight, bathed in elk goo and written in the blood of a fighting bull, which has attempted a Greek manoeuvre with a matador before finding its way to its maker later than expected. Sexual Magick Chapter 1 The nostalgic smell of old magick reached her as her hand gently passed over the bindings of the Books of Shadows. Each journal held within it a part of her heritage. Each was written by one of her ancestors of their lives, their spells, their beliefs and more. Caitlyn looked around the room. The energy here was refreshing, bordering somewhere between exciting and calming. This sunroom attached to the back of her mother's home had been carefully set within a clearing of trees to hide it from the eyes of the outside world. With walls of windows on three sides, the first of which curved up and over to the house to create a glass ceiling, it allowed one to be in nature even when the Pennsylvania weather was disagreeable. The wall separating the sunroom from the house was a wall-to-wall shelf. It stretched from the ceiling to the floor stuffed with the items often called for in the great collection of books of witchcraft, published and personal, that resided on them. A permanent stone circle had been made in the floor, and an altar always waited to be used there. Her best friend, Seana, sat curled up in a large papas an chair leafing through a Book of Shadows. They spent a lot of their free time reading the journals learning and perfecting their craft. "Wait until you see what I found!" Seana stood facing Caitlyn with the journal gripped to her chest. The mischievous light of her soul shown in her eyes. "Hey, what are you doing staring out into the night without a book?" "I got distracted by the beauty of the place. Look at how..." "Back to the books, girl." Seana forced a glare to prompt her friend into motion. "Okay." But, instead of quickly returning to the books, she watched Seana go greedily back to the page before her. A smile pulled at Seana's face as her eyes raced over the words missing that Caitlyn was just standing there with that amused look of love and friendship on her face. "Okay. We have to try this." Seana spoke with the quickness of the persuasive. "Do what?" "Just say you will." "You are scaring me," Caitlyn said then let out a childish laugh despite her attempt to remain solid in her stance to not agree until she knew what she was agreeing to. "Just listen to this. It's about crafting yourself as a true witch. She writes of ways to connect to the energy of all things." "Who writes? Whose Book of Shadows do you have?" Caitlyn interrupted. "Uh, it is Neva. Isn't that your grandmother's sister?" "Yes, and from the stories I have heard about her, I am becoming terrified." "Shush! Listen! It's about sex magick," she hurriedly put in before Caitlyn could object in any way. "She talks about how a sexual experience, from foreplay through orgasm, puts the mind into a heightened state of sensitivity. Because orgasm eliminates the ego, we become extrasensory. Sex is the best, the most natural, means of generating the energy we need for magick. She says a couple, a coven or a solitary witch can do it. She explains it as a means to an end. It does not matter if it is masturbation, heterosexual or homosexual in nature. It is just about sexual excitement and orgasm." "But do you think..." "Shush! You begin with a meditation on what you want to achieve using the appropriate candles and herbs. With a partner within a circle you start by facing each other...uh, kneeling with the eyes closed stroking and caressing your partner's body. It must be slow to bring about the most heightened state of arousal before orgasm. She even talks about mutual masturbation and oral sex." "And you would be comfortable taking our friendship to this level?" Caitlyn joked with her friend just to see if she could trip her up in the midst of her enthusiasm, but she knew her words were useless once Seana, who was already up gathering supplies, got an idea. "Funny," Seana continued on unphased. Although neither would be considered beautiful or skinny compared to the current Hollywood celebs, they had been raised to see beauty differently, had grown up together and were more than comfortable naked. Still, Seana had caught the joke. "It is actually perfect. Midsummer's Eve is only a few days away and often used to figure out if a girl will fall in love or be married soon. You could try to see if Brent is the one. Wait..." Seana grabbed the red candles and began placing them on the altar. Caitlyn did wait. She could see Seana's wheels turning even though she was unsure if Seana's idea would be better or worse than the one she was forming in her own head. "You have been wondering what it is that keeps you with Brent, if it is only strong sexual attraction that keeps you with him or love. I mean you guys disagree about everything under the sun then end up in bed by the end of the night anyway." "Speaking of Brent, I am sure he would love me performing sex magick with you in order to figure out if he and I were actually meant to be together. Come to think of it, would it be cheating on him?" "Caitlyn, you uptight little witch!" Seana giggled at her friend's attempt to pursue the joke to avoid the real issue. "As Neva wrote, it is only a means to an end. You are not in love with me. Can we be serious here a minute? You interrupted my thought. Shush! Listen! You could do the spell with Brent. He doesn't have to know the craft. You could just use his extra energy to get your answer. Our mothers are going into Washington DC for the Summer Solstice celebration." "Great. You explain it when they ask what we did for the celebration. Speaking of explanations, what exactly am I supposed to tell Brent that we are doing the spell for? Let's see, 'Brent, by the way we are going to bring each other to orgasm in order to figure out if I should be with you or not.'" She watched Seana get the St. Johns Wort often used on Midsummer's Eve for divination of a future lover. "No, all he has to know is it is for the future, it is for love. He won't be able to see your meditation. It is perfect, Miss Negative. The slow foreplay is just as important as the orgasm." "You are forgetting one small detail. Brent and I usually fight about 'The Craft.' He never quite gets what I am talking about. We go round and round the explanations and his perceptions until one of us gets really defensive and hurt. I don't think he would want to. I mean who knows how he will interpret it?" "That is why it is so perfect. It is a simple spell that you will tell him is simply about enriching or strengthening your future. Plus, he will be enticed by the sex. What man turns down sex, magical or not? You will have him right there strengthening your meditation on him. You have to find out what is going on with you guys. I know each fight tears at you. We both know how much easier it would be to date a man who practices. Yet, there is this pull for you to him that even you can't explain. Ask him, Caitlyn, ask him! Your relationship is too stressful for me." Seana gripped her friend's shoulders. Caitlyn could see the seriousness of Seana's concern for her beneath the playfulness. "Fine." Chapter 2 Caitlyn felt Brent's hand tremble as they entered the sunroom. She tried to tell herself it was the energy the room always seemed to hold, instead of fear. "Are you alright?" "Fine." "You don't have to..." "Don't!" His tone bore the sharpness of fear topped with frustration. "I told you I will keep an open mind, and I will keep that promise. I don't want to fight with you. I want to be with you." He grasped her hips pulling her toward him and laying his forehead against hers. "Lets get started casting the circle. We must begin skyclad." She found it amusing that he diverted his eyes as they undressed. She knew his newfound shyness reflected his comfort level. He always took in all he could see of her body when they were together. Brent had never failed at making her feel beautiful and desired. At that moment, Caitlyn was relieved that Seana had set everything out already. At least one obstacle had been eliminated. Caitlyn cautiously led him through everything. She had already gone through the process of meditation with him, so that no words would need to be spoken. That way, she could concentrate solely on her private meditation, as he thought of strengthening their future. Caitlyn pulled him into the middle of the circle and down onto his knees facing her. "Now begin meditating, visualizing our future and relax and begin touching me." Caitlyn commanded in her professional tone as she placed her hands on either side of his face. She gave him a light kiss, more breathing energy into him than anything else, before closing her eyes and running her hands down over his shoulders feeling the peaks and dips along the ridges of his muscles. She felt his tenseness. "Relax." She let her hands fall to his chest. She forced her mind to the task at hand as she reached out to him. Brent's hands went slowly to her shoulders mimicking her movements. She felt her breasts tense as his hands dipped slightly. She tried to force comfort through her hands into him to replace his uneasiness because it was affecting her ability to begin her own meditation. His hands were flat-palmed against Caitlyn's skin. He stopped with the heel of his hand just above her nipples and slowly followed the roundness of her full breasts teasing her untouched nipples that seemed to become erect from desire alone. His touch was always like fire against her skin. Whenever their skin touched there always seemed to be a light emanating from the sensation, but here in this room connected to the earth as they were on their knees, and to each other, Caitlyn thought she could hear the crackle of energy. When he took her nipple into his mouth, she felt the heat throughout her breast. Her lungs tensed, her stomach churned and her pussy moistened as she felt the tight sensation of her nipple hardening to an even more erect state. Her first reaction was to worry about him and what he was thinking. She consciously focused on the physical feelings and conjured an image of a man in her mind. When his fingers lightly teased Caitlyn's erect wet nipple as his mouth found her other one, the heat burned through her inhibitions. She stopped worrying about him and gave herself over to the magick. She found her eyes opening to enjoy the sight of her own hands gripping Brent's chest tightly. As his hands found their way over her ribs, down over the pouch of her stomach and back up again until they bumped back up against the often neglected underside of her breasts, Caitlyn's insides became molten. She separated her thighs a little to allow the hot moisture there to mingle with the air. Brent ran his hands around her back pulling her into an embrace that allowed her breasts to smother his. The familiar smell of his hair caught her as the scent of his sweat-moistened skin mingled with the scent of intimacy. The unusual heat of this June had stifled the air. She pulled back when the idea of time began to escape her. Nudging his legs out from under him and shoving them apart, Caitlyn spread her own legs out and placed her thighs over his. She gently scooted closer until she felt Brent's stiffness fall onto her own moist folds. Inside her opening, muscles pulsated to an urgent ache. She felt his fingers wiggling into her moistness. With a small twist, his fingers gently flicked against her clit and began rubbing the outer edge of her hole. He circled there, increasing his pressure with each round. "Do you see us?" He whispered the question into her ear. Caitlyn felt the air quiver against her skin as if thousands of tiny fingers were tapping every inch of her from head to toe. "Not yet. Do you?" She couldn't admit to him she had lost the ability of sight to the pleasure of physical sensation. "It's too vague. I am not really sure." Brent pushed two fingers up inside Caitlyn's ready opening. "Touch me, Caitlyn." She wiggled her fingers between them to where his erection lay against the small pouch of her stomach. The entire breadth of his four fingers went again to her clit, coaxing until the hard nub coming out from under its soft hood tingled. A small sensation bordering on pain cut through her as he slowly moved the fingers until they were encased within her. She softly sighed at the welcome intrusion. Lacing the fingers of her hands together, she sheathed his cock. They rocked against one another rhythmically with his balls bumping his knuckles forcing his fingers further into her. She gripped him tighter in response to her own ecstasy. The explosion of a bright bluish-white light blew apart any chance of an image entering her mind. Somehow, oblivious to her, he had gotten his dick inside her. Orgasms began rocking them both as they pushed against each other, stuck to each other nipple to nipple and thigh to thigh. The lights in Caitlyn's head singed the air in her lungs, shooting flames to her toes. The heat began to relax her muscles. They embraced riding out the last echoes of pleasure. "I saw us." His voice seemed to lack the emotion one would think should accompany such a revelation. "Did you?" Caitlyn opened her eyes and pulled back enough to look at him. She blinked a few times in a confused recognition of his words. "Ah...no. No, I saw just lights. I think I just saw the energy we created. I couldn't seem to focus on the actual task at hand." She blushed and looked down only to see him still inside of her. "Should I be flattered?" he glibly asked as they began to disconnect from one another. Once they were standing, she pulled him to her again rising up on her toes to meet him cheek to cheek. "Thank you, sweetie, for doing this with me." She felt a jolt when her pussy bumped against him. Skyclad still, she closed the circle. Chapter 3 Caitlyn was still curled up in the papasan chair the following day when Seana woke her. Through sleepy eyes, she watched her friend plop into the chair beside her. "Never even left last night? Must have been some circle." "Yeah." Caitlyn stretched out her aching back and felt the air touch her breasts as the blanket slid down her to her waist. Instinct had her covering herself. "Still skyclad I see. And, 'yeah' is the only explanation I get. Details, girl. And thanks for covering up those things, my B cups have always been so jealous." Relating the events of her evening brought her out of her sleepy haze. She was just at the white lights part when the binding of a book that sat three books away from her seemed to spark a glimmer of light toward her eye. The old faded gold ribbon that bound it together shimmered with newness as her hand, now shaking, reached for it. Caitlyn allowed the energy still swirling through her to direct her to a page. When a page fell open, her breath caught before she had read a word. The entry was a retelling of an oral story that had been passed down. The story told of a witch forced to flee her home as the witch hunts were getting too close for comfort. She was in love with a man who would soon be forced to choose between turning against her or dying with her. They made love their last night together in the middle of a cast circle as they planned her escape and hoped for her safety. Each touch brought with it the reality they would never see each other again. They slowly built the fire within each other taking their time to touch, kiss and taste, then with the clenching of orgasm vibrating within them, the witch cast a spell. Ignoring the laws of the craft in her desperate state, with the smells of their juices mixed within her, she cast a love spell onto their descendents several hundred years into the future. "Caitlyn. Caitlyn, are you alright? You are scaring me. Caitlyn!" "What?" Caitlyn stammered in response to the sound of her friend's voice. "What just happened to you? I swear you were not even here. Your eyes were open, but you looked as if you were dead." Seana's hands went to her friend's face. "You are cold and pale. Are you sick?" "No...no, I'm not...um...I'm not... The story here... the spell... I think it was cast on me." With a frail voice Caitlyn told her friend what she had read. "It is the date. My great-grandmother wrote this Book of Shadows. I recognized her name. The spell was cast onto a female in her family line who would be of childbearing years at the beginning of the new millennium." "Caitlyn, that could be anyone of childbearing age in your family right now. That could be..." "No, Seana, I know it is me. I can feel it inside me. The connection when I read the story. I was there watching the spell being cast. I was right there, but just outside the circle she cast somehow. I could see the flickers of the candles. I watched their bodies twitch in orgasm, ass muscles tight under clenched fingers, and I heard each word of the spell. I felt each word of the spell. It came to me in an orgasm of my own." She paused as she realized how wet she was again. Her hand instinctively moved to confirm the telling moisture. "My muscles are still twitching." "What was the spell, Caitlyn?" "I would fall in love, no matter what the circumstances, with a descendent of his." Caitlyn didn't hold back from her friend's embrace. "You scared me. You really scared me." Caitlyn was not sure which of them was trembling. "You just were not here. Your body looked like a ghost. Maybe it was just my fear, but I could not even find a pulse. I had no idea how or even if I could get you back." "I'm sorry." She started to cry. "I was just swept back in time. I wanted to believe it was only in my mind. I don't know exactly what happened to me." "Let me take the book home. I can research Brent's family history today on the Internet." "Why?" "Because, don't you see, if Brent is his descendent, then the spell was cast on you and Brent. It would be your answer... if you are meant to be together. You will have your answer after all. I can call him and ask a few questions to get me started. Oh, don't look at me that way. He thinks I am a little off anyway. So you can, I'm sure, get away with very little questioning." "It seems like a lot of work for you on such a long shot. Oh, but I am supposed to go over to Brent's tonight." "Okay, well go. I will call your cell when I know something. Look, forget it. It's nothing to worry about, and I don't mind the work. You could not live without knowing, now could you? I know I can't." "It feels strange. She broke the only law of magick. She interfered with someone else's life. If it is me, will the wrong she did bring about...wrong? Was the spell strong enough to work?" "Okay! Stop! Don't worry. Just get dressed before I attack you." Caitlyn shot Seana a wicked look of disgust, but the laughter the comment was meant to evoke did break the tension of the moment. Chapter 4 Caitlyn was just glad the day was over as she walked into Brent's apartment building. She had tried to get more sleep, but her thoughts were focused on trying to figure out her moment of apparent time travel and the spell that might have been cast on her. She knocked on his door sleepy and disoriented. "Hi, baby." He pulled her into a frantic kiss, but her body did not respond. She stood there befuddled as he feasted on her mouth. "Are you opposed to kissing me for some reason?" "What? No. Sorry I got very little sleep." "Well, come in then, maybe I can find a way to wake you." He smiled wistfully. She followed him into the kitchen wishing she was home in bed alone with her thoughts where she could try to fall asleep. Brent started a pot of coffee brewing, as she stood there lost in her own thoughts. He reached over to pull her to him again, and the advance instantly irritated her. Sexual Magick "Okay, is it something more than just tired? You are tense, out-of-it, and a little pale," Brent asked. And despite the fact she could hear concern in his voice she still snipped at him. "No. Well, uh...the day was just weird. Last night was nice. I tried to sleep in today, then everything went horribly wrong. Don't worry you will still get some, just give me some coffee." Even as the statement came out of her mouth, she regretted it. She never snapped like that, or said mean things. She never wanted to fight so much. Actually, she felt like she wanted someone to pay for what she felt was an invasion into her life, into her destiny. "Okay, then." He backed away. "That was uncalled for. No, that was just looking for a fight. Actually, you are starting to really worry me. Come on, Caitlyn, you have never spoken to me like that. Does this have anything to do with the strange call I got from Seana today digging into my family's genealogy? What exactly did you two witches get yourself into today? Uh, we have only been separated from each other for about twelve hours." He had kept a distance between them as he talked. Guilt hit her knowing the sacrifice he made for her last night. She remembered how uncomfortable he had been. They often fought about secrets she kept for her coven and magical ways she could not make him understand or believe. And, nonetheless, he had gone through with it without complaint. "I cannot have this fight tonight," she said, defeated. "What you are really saying is you are not going to tell me anything." Brent's words reeked with his own building irritation, but her anger had begun mixing with physical sensations as her body recalled the previous night. She trembled with excitement and tensed with exasperation. It made her panties wet despite her confusion. "You will just have to deal!" She leapt toward him as she spit the words, fisted his hair, and crushed her lips against him. She had to have him. She had to be touched again, made to feel again as she did last night. She felt guilty, about her anger and keeping the day's events a secret. Unable to add that to the mix of her thoughts at the moment, she pushed it aside by sliding her hands into his shorts and digging her fingernails into the clenched muscles of his ass. "Now wait just a minute." He had pushed her lips from his. His voice sounded raw with his own anger. "You..." "Shut up." The words had come out angry in an erotically husky voice. She grabbed the waistband of his shorts with fisted hands and pulled him into the living room. When she saw his mouth begin to move, she gave one more desperate attempt to keep him quiet without screaming at him like she wanted to. "I mean it. Please." Her 'please' had been far from sincere. It had been a command. She pushed him over the back of the couch, assuming he would fall onto the seat so she could climb on top of him. Instead, he fell awkwardly, missing the seat so he slid onto the floor sending something flying off of the coffee table with his foot. "Caitlyn!" He looked up to face her, his brow furrowed and his eyes immensely angry. "That works too." A small wicked laugh escaped her. She climbed over the back of the couch to kneel on the seat cushion straddling his head. Since he was still glaring up at her, she reached up under her skirt that had ridden up to her thighs in her climb to pull the moist center of her panties aside. The opened lips of her pussy glistened just inches above his face. "Caitlyn!" "Now, Brent!" She hoped the anger she knew must be brewing to boiling in him right now would have him saying 'fuck it' and just screwing her anyway. Her anger stepped down a level as her plan began to work. He reached up with both hands, roughly grabbed her thighs, and pulled her pussy down to his mouth. She closed her eyes as he lashed his tongue up both lips then into her hole. He bit at her clit with his teeth, and as they slid off he lashed his tongue at it. "Pull down your shorts. Take it out for me. Keep you mouth where it is. She lowered herself more, increasing the pressure, flattening herself over his mouth. He sucked on anything he could get to as he pushed at his shorts. He stopped when they hit his thighs and his hard cock looked straight up at her. His hands fumbled their way up under her dress until they reached her breasts. He grabbed and dug his fingers into her flesh. She found the small bit of pain to be just what her anger needed. She pulled his hands from her and pushed him away. Fluidly, despite the worn couch cushions, she pulled her dress over her head, slithered out of her panties, and turned herself so that still kneeling, she bent herself over the back of the couch pushing her ass up into the air with her legs spread as far open as her muscles would allow. "Fuck me," she commanded with a sharp edge to her voice. "Seriously?" "Now!" She felt his hands reluctantly land on her ass. "Seriously, Brent." "Fine!" The weight of him as he put his body rough against hers pushed her breasts against the back of the couch. "Sorry." The quick word echoed fear. "Don't apologize, Brent. I want it rough." "Caitlyn, I have no idea what is up with you," he said. She could still hear uncertainty especially as he mumbled, "I just hope I don't have to pay for it later." "On second thought, you sit." She turned and pointed to the couch. "I guess you are the boss." His shorts fell to the floor as he stood, so he stepped out of them as he sat down on the couch. She straddled him forcing him easily up inside her as she sat back. Looking into his eyes, she finally felt herself calm a bit. She sank back taking him fully into her as her tantrum waned, replaced by fatigue. She laid her hands gently on his shoulders watching the contortions of his face in the aftermath of being plunged quickly into her. "Sorry. It is not fair of me to take everything out on you," she said when his eyes finally opened to hers. "Are you going to hold it against me if I admit I kind-a liked it?" "I wasn't apologizing for the sexual escapades." She giggled and calmed more. "I was apologizing for snapping at you." "Your sleepy eyes are a real turn-on." "First things first, right?" As she started to move over him he pulled her into a full embrace and kissed her with a gentle hunger. "Despite the fact you frighten me a little, Caitlyn, I'm falling in love you." He laughed, a brief and loud sound. "I'm falling in love with a witch—a very sleepy witch who stayed up all of Midsummer's Eve then spent today doing who knows what witchy things with Seana. Let me take you to bed." He easily pulled her up off him and swept her into his arms to carry her to the bedroom. "I want to share. I need to share, but I worry about how you will react to some of the things we witches do. I worry once the words have left my mouth that you will see what happened differently than I do." She flashed back to her guilt over deceiving him last night and to her uncertainty about her moment of time travel this afternoon. "I'm afraid sometimes you'll see some of what I believe as foolish and not give it, or me, the attention or depth of feeling I need." "I can only say how I feel about you. I'm falling in love with you, Caitlyn. I'd never want to hurt you. I can only promise to do my best to keep an open mind. I will try to be better at listening and discussing to avoid all fights. It is all so foreign to me." "I know." She trembled again. He laid her out on his bed, covered her with a blanket, then crawled under it with her. His hands roamed lovingly over her body. He kissed her again passionately. He entered her again with zeal. As she slowly built to orgasm, she tried again to clear her mind and meditate on seeing the face of the man she was meant to be with, but all she could think was what would happen if she saw someone else. She feared the havoc it could wreck on her life if she picked Brent, when her ancestor had chosen another. "I love you," she whispered into his ear as energy rippled through her stomach. She was unsure where the words came from. The warmth of his semen coated her insides. She could feel the tremble of his stomach muscles against hers as he fell down onto her. He pulled her face into the security of his neck and wrapped himself around her. "I love you, too. Sleep now, okay? I am not letting go." She closed her eyes and easily fell asleep. Chapter 5 The ringing of the phone and the movement of Brent's body awoke her as he reached for it. "Hello." She heard him speak groggily. "Caitlyn?" "Yes, she is here, Seana." He paused listening to Seana speak. "Her phone is probably in her purse in the kitchen. We wouldn't hear it sleeping in the bedroom. What time is it?" She kept her eyes closed not wanting to disturb her momentary peace by talking to Seana. She decided she would just piece together the conversation from what she could hear Brent saying. "What are you talking about? Listen, she came here all stressed and angry this evening just wanting to fight. She was not acting like herself at all. What is going on?" He paused again for an answer. Caitlyn could hear Seana's voice coming through the phone, but could not make out what she was saying. "Fine, I will ask her...when I tell her...that you said...that I'm his descendent." He paused again probably trying to grasp the meaning of his words. "Great thank you for the reassurance. I will no longer worry now that you have told me that it is a good thing. Good night, Seana, and thanks again for waking me." She heard the phone drop into its cradle and felt his body fall back in exhausted frustration. "You're him." She lifted herself to look down at him. His face had never looked so perfect to her. The moonlight caught the blue of his eyes. Everything that had been weighing on her lifted. She thought if she had just gotten out of her own way, maybe she would have known before now. "So you were awake. Please tell me what is going on. I promise to make no judgments, only question what I don't understand. I need you to be honest with me, now and always, if we are going to work. I want to be with you, but I can't live with secrets. At least give me the chance to try to understand. I love you." "Apparently we will work, the universe will see to it. I've explained to you before that sometimes what we do during spells is just a way to connect with the energy of the universe, like last night. So it is not always as it would seem outside the circle. Where do you stand on time travel and black magick?" "Alright, maybe I need coffee first." He left and brought back two large mugs of coffee, even though she no longer felt as if she needed any. He crawled back under the covers giving her his full attention. "Open mind, right?" Her heart jumped a little. "Promise." He released a deep sigh. She explained to him the story of her ancestor who had cast a spell on them, retelling him the laws of witchcraft that prohibited a witch from casting a spell on someone else. She admitted to misleading him about last night leaving out nothing, not even the joke of Seana and her doing the spell together, to try to lighten the story a bit. When she was done, she nothing but felt relief. "Brent, please say something." "You know, I have no problem with you and Seana doing a little sex magick as long as you tape it for me." She punched his arm jokingly. "Brent!" "Kidding, I think. But really, I'm okay with the spell cast on us since it brought us together. But..." He walked his fingers to her pussy pushing his way between her folds to flick lightly at her clit. "Any time you need a 'means' to a heightened sensory experience, I would be glad to help. I'll keep an open mind and do whatever I'm told. I told you I'm willing to learn." She met his mischievous smile with her own as she opened her thighs fully for him finally feeling as if they were meant to be.