My parent’s died in a car wreck when I was six. My only living relative was my Aunt Amethyst but I always called her Amy. I never liked going to her house. It was scary to me. It was an old Victorian house that had been in the family since the 1800’s. There were four stories to it. On the bottom floor was the main living area with massive rooms.
The second floor had four bedrooms with a full bath in every room. The third floor was just one huge open room with a bed sitting next to a cathedral window with a window seat in it. At the other end of the room was a bathroom with a built in bath tub that could hold three, maybe four people. There were five stacks of bath towels that looked like beach towels. I thought this room was very strange because it was not a normal bath room. There was no toilet or sink.
When Amy found me in this room she rushed me out and told me I was to never go in that room again or the fourth floor.
“What’s on the fourth floor, Aunt Amy?” I asked.
“Nothing for you to be concerned about, my child,” she chided.
She took me back down to the second floor and told me I was allowed to pick out any bedroom I would like, except the one at the end of the hall. That one was hers.
“Bionca, whichever room you choose we will decorate it however you wish. I think we will get along just splendid if you promise to abide by my rules and please, never ever go to the third or fourth floors again.”
I smiled at her and said “yes, Aunt Amy I promise.”
She left me to choose my room. I went to the first room and opened the door. It was dark with just very few lights and I saw some huge spider webs. Aunt Amy must not come in here much, I thought to myself.
The second room was about the same. In fact, when I started looking around, the whole house was dimly lit. I thought nothing of it and headed to the third bedroom. I opened the door and immediately knew this one would be mine. One wall was nothing but windows and there were velvet purple curtains hanging around them. The bed was a four poster bed with the same purple velvet hanging over the top and down the sides. I walked into the bathroom and it had a claw foot bathtub with a satin purple curtain around it and above the sink was a stained glass window that had a strange picture in the middle.
I headed back downstairs to tell Amy what room I wanted. She was sitting in the living room with three other women. I started to enter the room when I heard them mention my name.
“Amethyst, do you think she's the one”
“Amelia, I’m not sure. She’s only been here a couple of hours. I’ll have to watch her closely and see,” Aunt Amy said.
“If she is the one, Amethyst, you have a big burden to carry for the next twelve years.” the other lady said. She seemed to be the leader of the three.
“Yes, Helga, I know this.” Amy said as she looked down at her feet. “I will do my best to train her and have her ready.”
“When she turns, thirteen the first real sign should appear.” Helga said. “But, in the meantime, you must do the training as if you already know for sure.”
“Yes, Helga.” Amy said. I made one more step closer but the baseboard’s creaked and they stopped talking.
“Bionca, please come in here. I would like for you to meet my two best friends.”
I walked into the room and all three ladies stood as I went over to them and Amy introduced me. They were all looking at me like they expected flames to burst out of my face or something. I felt very uneasy. Helga walked over to me and shook my hand and told me she was sorry to hear about my parents. She then turned my hand over and pulled my sleeve up and inspected my wrist. I pulled my arm from her grasp and she quickly turned and grabbed her coat.
“Remember, Amethyst, about the training.” and with that said she was out the door and half way down the sidewalk with Amelia right behind.
“What was that about?” I asked Amy
“Just ignore her. She’s just being over pretentious. Now what would you like for supper?”
On my thirteenth birthday I awoke with a searing pain on my left wrist. I turned my wrist over and I could see the outline of what looked like a tattoo forming but only half of it was there. I could smell pancakes cooking so I put on my robe and went downstairs to see what Aunt Amy was doing. When I got downstairs she had fixed all my favorite breakfast foods. I looked around the kitchen but didn’t see any dirty dishes or pots or pans. Whenever she cooked I never saw any pots or pans. I thought it odd but I never said anything.
“Good morning, beautiful! Happy Birthday!” She had a grin on her face that went from ear to ear. “I have many things planned for you today. First off, you’re not going to school because we’re going to hang out and do a day of nothing.”
“That sounds like fun.” I said.
“What’s wrong? You sound downhearted.”
“I just miss my parents and…..well…..I had this strange place to come up on my wrist and it burns bad.” I held out my wrist and Amy dropped the spatula she was holding and grabbed my wrist.
“I was afraid of this.” she said somberly. “Looks like the stars have something different planned than I did for your birthday.
I started to ask her what she meant but there was a knock on the front door. It was Aunt Amy’s best friends, Amelia and Helga. I heard them whispering to each other and they kept looking my way. Suddenly Helga came rushing over towards me and grabbed my wrist and inspected my new tattoo. I tried to jerk my arm from her grip but she held on tight. She let go of my hand and walked back to Amy and more whispering was heard then they left.
“What was that about?’ I asked
“Bionca, I’m afraid the time has come to tell you the truth.” she sighed heavily. “Come my child, we must talk.” We went in to the living room and sat. I could tell what she was going to tell me was troubling, but I didn’t know how troubling it was. “I guess you’ve always known our family was different. The truth is, we are actually witches. We don’t tell people this because we are not accepted in their culture, so you must never speak of this to anyone.” She took a deep breath and sighed “Bionca, your parents were killed because your mom was a witch also. Your father tried to protect you from the high council and your mother rebuked to being a witch and the high council saw them as a threat and had them killed. I’m so sorry you had to find out this way. We were never sure if you would carry on the tradition, as some don’t, until you turned thirteen and received the first signs of your tattoo. However, since you were born on September 22nd you are even more special than previous thought.”
“What does my being born on the 22nd have anything to do with making me more special?” I asked quizzically
“September 22nd is known as the Autumn Eqinox. It’s when daylight and night time are the exact same lengths. For people like us, Witches, we offer sacrifices to our demon god.
“What does that have to do with me?” I asked
“Because of the tattoo that showed up on your wrist. It means you are the sacrifice.”
“I’mmmm, wait, what? I’m the sacrifice? What does that mean? I don’t want to die. I don’t want to be a sacrifice.” I started crying so hard Amy didn’t understand what else I was saying. She pulled me close to her and tried to calm me.
“Shhhhh, my child, it’s okay. It’s not as bad as what you think. You are the first one in two hundred years that have borne the true tattoo. What that means is you will be prepared on your eighteenth birthday for Abaddon. My friends and I will prepare the ritual and summon him and he will come to you and you will bare his child.” Amy grabbed my shoulders and pushed me off her and put both her hands on my face. “I promise it will be ok. We have five years until that day comes.”
Five years passed faster that I thought it would. During this time Amy prepared me for the night of my eighteenth birthday. I was nervous all day and distracted. Amy kept trying to reassure me that everything would be fine and that she would be there with me the whole time. As nighttime fell I knew it was time for me to go get prepared. I went upstairs to my bedroom; Amy had laid a gown on my bed for me to wear. I walked over and picked it up. It was completely see through.
“You’ll look gorgeous. Just remember to relax and try not to fight anything.” she said. “I’m so proud of you, Bionca. I know I’ve never showed you much physical love but I love you like a daughter. Your parents would be so proud of you too. I wish they were here to share in this joyous occasion. Now go get ready, Helga and Amelia will be here shortly. I must get prepared as well.” she kissed me on my forehead and left.
I went to the bathroom, took a shower and fixed my hair the way Amy had told me to. Then I went into the bedroom and put on the nightgown. I turned around and looked in the mirror. You could see my ample breast and my clean shaven pussy. I was embarrassed by how I looked. No one had ever seen me naked before and now my aunt and two ladies I didn’t like were going to. I heard a gentle knock on my door.
“Come in.” I said shyly.
“It’s time, Bionca. Helga and Amelia are upstairs waiting for us.” We walked slowly up the stairs and when we reached the door Amy paused and looked at my fully.
“You are so beautiful. Don’t worry about a thing. You may question some things that are about to happen but don’t worry about it. Just relax and enjoy it.”
She opened the door and we walked in. Helga and Amelia were already naked. I averted my eyes from them. I had never seen anyone naked before. Amy whispered in my ear and told me not to look away. I must keep my mind focused or Abaddon would get very angry and curse us all to an awful death. I turned my eyes back to them and took in their full nudity. They were standing by the huge bath tub I had seen on the arrival of my first day. The tub was filled with warm water and had rose petal’s floating in it. It smelled of Rock Rose, Impatiens, Clematis, Cherry Plum and Star of Bethlehem. The smell was intoxicating.
“Slip off your robe and climb in to the bath water.” Helga said
I did as I was told and when I was fully in the bath my whole body started tingling. I looked over at Amy and she was undressing. When she dropped her robe I looked at her from head to toe. She was beautiful. Her large breasts were firm and her stomach was tight and flat. She had her hair pulled back into a bun and I had never noticed how wrinkle free her face was. She was wearing no make-up but she was stunning.
Amy crawled in beside me in the tub and she laid sideways beside me. She started stroking my arms and traced her way up to my neck then around the side of my face. She leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. When I felt her tongue touch my lips I parted my lips for her and her tongue entered my mouth. It was enticing. Her hand drifted down to my breast and she began to tease my nipples. She then pulled away from our kiss and lowered her head to my breast and sucked my nipple in to her mouth. I felt things I had never felt before. Even though I was in a tub of water I could feel my pussy growing wet. It was a strange feeling.
Amy then traced her fingers around my stomach and down to my pussy. I spread my legs for her and she traced my plump lips, teasing me, then she slid her finger between my lips and when she touched my vulva I felt I would explode. She whispered in my ear that it was not time to cum yet and I had to remember my exercises she had taught me on self-control. She inserted her finger in to my pussy and found my hymen and gently massaged it. When she felt the first signs of me reaching an orgasm she stopped and let me regain my composure.
For the first time I remembered that Helga and Amelia were there also. I opened my eyes and looked at them. They were doing some weird chant in Latin that I didn’t understand. Amy put her fingers onto my pussy and started rubbing my clit again. It didn’t take as long for me to come close to orgasm and once again she pulled her hand away.
When I was totally relaxed Amy looked up at Amelia and Helga and said “She’s ready.”
They helped me get out of the bathtub and took me over to the massive window and told me to stand on the window seat in the window. They all formed a circle behind me and started chanting again in Latin. Amy paused long enough to tell me to stand with my legs apart and my arms in a V shape over my head.
I did as I was told and she went back to chanting. Soon the clouds turned even darker and it started thundering and lightning. I saw black smoke rolling on the ground then it started making its way up to the window. The window opened automatically and the smoke swirled around me. At first, I was scared but then a clam came over me like never before. I felt strong arms wrap around me and lower me to the floor, then carry me to the bed.
When I was on the bed I opened my eyes and the most gorgeous man I have ever seen was standing beside me. He had black hair and stunning blue eyes. His chest and abs looked like they were chiseled out of stone. He looked to be 6’6” and was totally naked. I looked down at his cock and it hung down to his knees.
“Abaddon?” I whispered. He smiled at me a huge beautiful smile. I couldn’t wait to make love to this man.
Amy, Amelia and Helga all came over to him. Amy got on the bed with me and started kissing me and doing the things she had done in the bath. Helga and Amelia started rubbing all over Abaddon. Helga put sweet kisses on his chest and trailed them down to his massive cock. She took his cock in her mouth and started sucking on him. I became real jealous. I wanted to do that but I’m not sure if I was supposed to or not. He seemed to grow larger. When Amy told him I was ready he climbed on the bed and on top of me.
“Hello, my pet. I’ve waited two hundred years for you. You are more beautiful than I ever imagined.” He whispered in my ear. He climbed on top of me and I spread my legs for him. He put the head of his hard rock cock in the opening of my wet pussy. “This will hurt a little,” he said with a sly smile.
He then rammed his cock into my pussy. When he tore my hymen I screamed at the top of my lungs. Amy cuddled me and tried to calm me down. She leaned over and once again sucked my nipple in to her mouth. She bit down teasingly and swirled her tongue around my nipple. Abaddon had my legs spread wide with my ankles on each shoulder. Amy reached down to my pussy and started enticing my clit. The pleasure she was giving me helped with the pain of my first time.
It seemed like hours that Abaddon was fucking me. I didn’t mind though. It was amazing. When I finally reached orgasm I felt Abaddon release his juices inside me. He rolled off of me and told me to clean him up. I rolled over on top of him and trailed sweet kissed down to his cock. I took his cock in my mouth and started licking mine and his sweet juices. While I was doing that Amy came up behind me and started kissing my ass cheeks, then she made her way to my asshole and started licking and kissing.
When it was lubricated she slid her middle finger in my hole and started pushing back and forth. With her other hand she reached under me and started rubbing my clit again and inserted her finger into my wet pussy. Then she spread my legs and started licking my pussy. Her tongue felt amazing on my throbbing pussy hole where my hymen use to be. When she felt me coming to orgasm she stopped. Abaddon told me to climb on top of him. I did as I was told and took his full cock once again in my pussy. He grabbed my hips and started rocking me back and forth. I soon matched his motions and he made sweet love to me. When we both came a second time he rolled me off of him and we lay there for what seemed like forever.
I fell asleep on his chest. When I awoke it was daylight and Abaddon was gone. I felt really sad that he was gone. I missed him so bad already. There was a robe on the end of the bed so I slipped it on and went downstairs. Amy was in the kitchen making pancakes. When I entered the room she turned to look at me.
“Did you sleep well?” she asked and smiled.
“Yes. Better than I have in years.”
“Good. There are a few changes going to take place in a couple of months.” she said. “After breakfast we’ll talk about them.”
After we ate breakfast she told me that after the baby was born I would have an important choice to make.
“Abaddon will come for the baby when he is born. You have a choice of whether to stay here with me or you may go be with Abaddon and the baby.”
“If I stay here will I see the baby again?”
“No, you won’t.” She said saddened. “I would love for you to stay with me but I understand if you want to be with your baby. I will miss you bad if you go.”
Nine months later I went into labor. It took me four hour’s to deliver my beautiful baby boy. I named him Daimon. That night Abaddon came for Daimon. I had thought about my choice for nine months and I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to be with the love of my life and my baby. I would miss Amy a lot. She had taught me so much. I called her into the room and we had a long talk. She understood why I would leave. She said she had done the same thing two hundred years ago but she chose to stay. Abaddon was her son. She kissed me on the cheek and hugged me tightly.
Then in a swoop of black smoke we were gone.
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