A short prequel to my published work, [*Bewitched by the Coven: Binding An Incubus*](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08THHWBWW/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=bewitched+by+the+coven&qid=1611187985&sr=8-2)*.*
This features an MF scene, but the published work involves a threesome between the two witches and the male as he transforms into an incubus.
Enjoy, fellow creatures of sin.
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**Prologue.**
“A witch belongs to her coven and *only* her coven. You may not see this mortal again, Adeline.”
My High Priestess, my darling Charlotte, spoke words that stung like a thousand bees. I winced from my groveling position on the stone floor, daring not to lift my head, revealing the tears that she conjured with the cruelness of her command. While my devotion for Charlotte was under lock and key, unbreakable by anyone besides the Dark Lord himself, I could not help but feel my darkened soul push away.
I understood well enough her strictness came not without reason. Thousands of our sisters were burned at the stake by the hands of mortals, slaughtered even by those closest to them. As soon as a witch’s gift was exposed, they turned, fearing everything they failed to understand. Weak, miserable, foul animals. I truly understood Charlotte’s objection.
But Robert was different. He shielded me from the cruelty of his kind, helped me escape our village when we discovered what I was. Allowed me to seek out the same coven I belonged to now. Robert understood it meant my body no longer served only him, that I would please others and they would please me. Indeed he had proven his fealty to me, proven he would guard my life and secrets. Was this not enough?
I loved Robert, foolishly so. I loved him before I pledged myself to my mistress, before I gave my body to my witch kin. And I knew I would love him long after the flesh fell from his bones, and worms made a home in his skull’s empty sockets. There had to be some way she would allow him to remain near.
“My Mistress, please,” I sunk even lower into my bow, not hiding the desperation in my voice. “There must be some way he can stay by my side. Please, I’ll do anything.”
I could hear the clicking of Charlotte’s cat-like claws against the arm of her throne of wolven bones. My heart skipped a beat. Was she, perhaps, actually mulling over a way Robert could remain with me? Or had I set her off entirely? Did she stew in anger, thinking of ways to cease my pleading forever? She could quickly end his life and erase the memories of him from my mind; Charlotte had more than enough power to do so. But when I heard a heavy sigh escape her cherried lips, the tension melted from my body.
“There is a way. A ritual. But you both must agree fully on the conditions.”
I rose to my knees, beaming. The usual steel features of her face softened with a single glance at my smile. The other witches had told me Charlotte always favored the newest ones, and I was relieved to see some truth in this.
“Thank you, my mistress. Whatever this way may be, I have no doubt we will agree. As long as we can continue to be with one another.”
Charlotte extended a silken leg from below her velvet dressings, offering me her narrow foot, which I quickly planted a kiss upon. One kiss turned to many kisses that trailed up her long, fawn-like leg, ending just where the sable curls of her bush began. I wished to thank her more, to please her for the kindness she had shown me, but my mistress stopped me there. The High Priestess leaned forward, meeting her lips to my ear, and whispered the method which would allow Robert to remain with me.
A chill went down my spine, and a soft hum began between my thighs.
**Part I.**
“My beautiful, brilliant creature of sin! You’ve done it!” Robert bellowed as he wrapped his arms tight around my waist, pulling me in, leaving no space between our bodies.
I felt my cheeks grow hot. Why this noble squire, so close to 21, close to knighthood, abandoned his chance at glory and good for a demonic thing like myself, I will never know. But I dare not question his blessing. I brought my hand to his cheek and ran my thumb along his sun-kissed face. “Robert…”
“The High Priestess really has given in? She will allow us to remain as one?”
He smelled of spice and earth, a scent I imagined hanging in the air of the Garden of Eden. It warmed what little soul remained within my witched body.
“Yes and no, my lamb,” I answered, entangling my hand in the mess of honeyed curls that spiraled from his head. He pulled back, hands still firm on my hips, one eyebrow raised in question. “We will remain together, but it will not like we are now.”
“What do you mean, sweet creature?”
I bit the inside of my lip. Robert had already given me so much, and yet I was about to ask for more of him. For all of him.
“My gracious Mistress spoke of a ritual,” I plowed through my words. “One that will not only bind you to me for eternity but to the whole of the coven. You will belong to us all.”
He went to respond, but I held my hand up.
“And you will not remain mortal. Your soul will be given to the Dark Lord. You will become that of demon blood; you will be reawakened as an incubus, bound forever to pleasure us as the High Priestess sees fit.”
Robert remained silent, his eyebrows furrowed together as he parsed through the meaning of my words. I could not read his thoughts but felt the rapid drumming of his heart. My stomach churned, terrified I had pushed him to his limit. Would he turn against me, send a mob after my clan and myself? Knowing his hatred would be a worse fate than leaving him behind.
“As long as you are the one I pleasure the most,” Robert growled, pressing his lips to mine before I could react.
Like butter, I melted into his embrace. With the limited options I had, this stood as the best possible outcome. I would have Robert, forever, and better yet, the witches I held dearest would share him. They would, at last, understand why I clung so fiercely to this mortal.
My fists twisted the cloth of his tunic as I kissed back. I would devote tonight to a final evening of his earthly delights just for my taking. His tongue parted my lips, greeting my mouth with the sweet taste of red wine. His kisses were always so gentle, light, but this demanded more. It was starved, begging to consume every last inch of me.
I felt myself sink back into his arms, so firm and fine from his years of swordsmanship. Further I arched backward as his fevered kisses grew in strength. To prevent me from tumbling over, I took small steps. One of my hands reached out behind me, searching for the wooden table I knew I must be close to.
Robert did not let me find it; instead, he hoisted me up, one hand pressed into the small of my back while the other gripped the flesh of my thigh. Like ivy, I clung, wrapping my legs around him, wishing never to let go. The music of our moans, echoing into one another’s throats, filled our humble hut. He set me down on the oak table with a gentle thud and quickly began to unlace the back of my frock. For someone with such calloused hands, his movements were deft, fingers never fumbling as he undid my garments. The warmth from the roaring fireplace licked at my bare shoulders, but the heat was nothing compared to his fingertips that trailed down my spine.
I hope he did not lose his warmth when he changed.
I was almost uncomfortably wet. My undergarments clung to my throbbing pussy. And when I broke from our locked lips for a brief moment of air, I saw his cock standing tight against his breeches. Like the devil I was, I hiked my dress up and scooted forward, pushing his hardness into my clothed entrance.
Robert groaned, and both of his hands now gripped into the outside of each thigh. With a jolt that made the wine bottle on the table shake, he pulled me even closer. Had the barrier of our clothes not been a factor, he would have been inside me. Instead, we ground into one another, a teasing dance we had done many times before, but each time it grew wilder. We loved to see who would give in first, who would throw away their pride and beg for more. It was almost always me.
I threw my head back, lost in the intense pleasure twisting in my stomach. Robert took it as an invitation to kiss my neck, with the same heightened urgency in which he had kissed my mouth. One hand released my thigh and crawled up my torso, fingers tickling my ribs as they sought out my breast. He teased the pink surrounding my hardened nub, only putting the pressure of a soft summer breeze.
“You are delicious, my darling,” Robert whispered into my neck, sending my body into a frenzy of goosebumps. “I am blessed to devour you forever.”
I giggled and looped my fingers through his curls. I gripped and the back of his head, pulling him back to meet my gaze. His eyes held all the whimsy of the forest around us, dark and green, tempting and magical. I licked my lips; he licked his. His light toying of my nipples turned into an easy rolling between his thumb and index finger. I whimpered, and Robert smirked before switching to my other breast. The rhythm of his grinding sped up, and his length rubbing my soaked silken drawers felt like heaven against my beating clit.
“I want you to cum, Adeline,” He groaned through gritted teeth. “I want you to ruin your little panties before I ruin you.”
My face burned, his words only adding fuel to the fire within. Although I held the magic, his spell over me was intense. I wanted to cum for him. I used my leg to pull him closer and writhed into his sex. I felt the first wave of lightning pleasure pass over me, the one that drowns out all other sounds besides the ones our bodies made. The arm I used for support began to shake and bend as another jolt spread through my limbs.
“I’m close…” I purred.
Robert’s smile widened. He broke free from the grasp of my hands and set his mouth upon my nipples. He lapped at them, twisting and twirling with the ravenous tongue of his. I cried out in bliss. My entire body numbed aside from my precious points of pleasure. And with each lick of his tongue and each stroke of his cock against my undergarments, the pleasure stacked. Each time I thought it had reached its peak, that I would collapse from its force, it grew to new heights. Building and building and building until, finally, I squealed in rapturous delight as my orgasm wracked my body. Robert eased his pace but did not stop, allowing me to ride with the current of ecstasy until I practically pushed him away, unable to take anymore.
I broke into a small fit of giggles, and my sweet love softly kissed the valley between my breasts. My panties were translucent from the wetness that gushed from me, ruined as Robert had wished. His smile was silly, crooked as he stared at my still trembling body.
“Are you pleased with yourself?” I teased, wiping sweat from my brow.
“Only a fool would not be pleased,” Robert trailed tender kisses up and down my body as he spoke. “To be able to get such a lovely Devil-spawn off so easily. And before myself, I might add.”
His eyes traveled down to his still-covered cock, which seemed as if it would rip the seam of his breeches. I smirked and slid off the table, dropping to all fours on the floor. My sudden movement sent Robert staggering back, hands windmilling as he rediscovered his balance. I began a slow, panther crawl toward where he now stood.
“Let’s see how long you last when I have you in my mouth, my darling,” I mewled as my hands skimmed up his legs until my fingers hooked like claws into his waistband. “It never is too long, is it?”
His cock twitched at my words, and although I did not look at his face, I knew it was beet red. And just as I began to pull down his pants, eager to have his member leap from their restraints and greet my watering mouth, there was a knock.
Our heads snapped to look at the door. Another three sharp knocks.
My heart rate spiked. Who could it possibly be? And at this hour? Why, it was pitch black outside, and the howling of wolves had already started in the woods. No one should be around now. No one except…I gulped.
“Who…?” Robert whispered, looking back down at me.
I sighed and rose, dusting off the skirt of my dress. With a snap of my fingers, my frock relaced itself, returning my appearance to decency. “I believe, my darling, it is the others. Forgive me; it’ll only take a moment.”
I glided to our wooden door and, with a heaving breath, pushed it open to greet the whole of my coven.
There they stood before me in all their dangerous, wild beauty. The nine witches of my coven formed a semi-circle around the front of our hut, with High Priestess Charlotte splitting center. All adorned poppy red cloaks of spider-spun silk, and everyone, save Charlotte, had their hoods drawn, shadowing most of their faces. But I could see they all wore wicked grins.
“Hello, Adeline,” Charlotte cooed. The others echoed her greetings in unison.
“My Mistress,” I bowed my head. “My sisters.”
“I told our women of the proposed plan,” My High Priestess began, now strutting toward me, cloak flowing behind her like the bloodied river Nile. “And they were eager to meet your beloved mortal and to know his answer.”
A ripple of soft giggling broke out among the other eight witches.
“Yes, dearest Adeline, what did he say?” The tangerine haired Elise called, her voice as melodic as the morning finch. I could not see them now but had no doubt deep vampire kisses peppered her neck.
“Do tell, we’re just dying to know!” Margaret, the first to follow Charlotte, cried out. Perhaps she grew tired of her werewolf lovers and was eager to have the hands of a much more dangerous demon on her.
Upon first seeing their presence, I believed they had come to try to pry me apart from Robert. I thought that today had been a cruel trick, and now my mistress would betray me. But their giggling…their eagerness….it made my heart flutter. Not only did they accept what would happen, but they practically begged for it.
Charlotte halted at the halfway point between myself and the outer circle. “Well? Don’t leave us waiting, my pet. What did the foolish mortal say?”
“He has agreed,” I said. Gasps, laughter, and a little whistling from one of the witches greeted me. “Robert will see through the ritual. He is ready to serve us all.”
“That is excellent to hear,” Charlotte’s mouth twisted into the most unholy of grins. I could see her sins virtually dribbling from each upturned corner. “Then he shall begin by serving *me*.”
I felt a knot in my stomach.
“Ladies, you are dismissed for tonight. When we reconvene, we will have an incubus on our hands.”
A snapping sound, like a breaking twig, filled the air, and where my witched sisters once stood remained only eight clouds of smoke.
Begin? Now? My head whirled. Even though I had squirmed and writhed at the mercy of Charlotte’s hand myself and was keen on sharing my greatest earthly love with my fellow witches, I had anticipated at least one more night with him only as mine.
“I can sense your hesitation, Adeline.” Without my realizing, my mistress had come within arms reach. She touched the side of my face, and I nestled into her cool palm, my eyes closing as I worked through my thoughts.
“I wanted one final evening with him, High Priestess,” I admitted.
“Oh, my sweet dove.” She repeated the motion of tucking my hair behind my ears, a soothing gesture to match the lull of her voice. “The evening will be yours, no doubt, but it cannot happen without me. And it must happen tonight, while the moon remains half full.”
I swallowed hard but nodded in understanding. My mistress sure loved to surprise me, to catch me off my guard. An absolutely wild trait, and before I knew Charlotte, I was not too fond of such things. But I could not deny it was one of the many things that attracted me to her. It was the opposite of Robert, who was delightfully predictable and fed into everything I desired. I loved not knowing her as much as I loved knowing him.
“How should we proceed?” I asked.
“Invite me in, and I will explain it to you both.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l1n8zq/a_new_witch_must_turn_her_mortal_lover_into_an
Cool story but this just makes me hate the main character :/