Coven Stories

With her coven, she chants a love spell. Speaking in an ancient tongue, she easily entrances me. How can I resist her shadowed form drifting through October's chill? Resembling a bride, she wears virginal white. But in my bed, she's far from pure. Her mouth is that of a sullied angel. She takes me deep; her throat, serpent-like, constricts around my flesh. Issuing a cry, I come. I taste my semen in her kiss. "You're now b...

She didn’t know why but something was calling her into the woods. She stepped carefully, the ground was cold and moist under her bare feet. Sticks and dried leaves littered the forest floor. It would only get thicker and denser the further she went. She didn’t know how far she had to go but she was being pulled by an unknown force, let a rope was gripping her waist tightly and she was being guided where to go, nervous but...