[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/tbw9b9/satanic_panic_pt_1_a_horny_coven_of_witches/)
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It was only a moment after splattering his load inside Kat that Amon was dissipating from her room in a relentless pursuit of the other witches who had summoned him. He was partially corporeal now, no longer a mere ghostly outline. He had the distinct shape of a tall, chiseled man. His body was still faded and obscured, his face especially. But he was coming through to the mortal plane now, fed by the perverse energy of his summoners. He left the room just as Celeste rushed in to collect her exhausted, but incredibly satisfied friend.
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Jess was wandering aimlessly through the dying pine trees that surrounded the cabin. She was wearing her black lace teddy, which hugged her pronounced hips and shapely ass in a way that even her friends were envious of. Her tight, red curls bounced near her shoulders as she stumbled around the woods. She had a glass of white wine in her hand, but–in her inebriated state–had already managed to spill half of it down her cleavage.