A Coven’s Proposition

  Druid Stones: Book Two

  Author: D. R. Rosier

  Copyright 2023. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Afterword:

  About the Author

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  The sky was overcast with a wall of storm clouds on the horizon. I wished I could run faster. I could with the cheetah speed spell, but not in a city on a packed roadway with stalled traffic, panic filled sidewalks, and tons of people everywhere that I looked with cell phones out.

  It’d been a long day running around the city since our plane landed in the states. Running from emergency to emergency as the spirits returned to forests and rivers, only to find concrete and pollution instead. The spirits weren’t happy with what the humans had done to their homes, fortunately most of them were fine. The world was full of wilderness, after all.

  Also fortunately, I had a water nature spirit of the highest order, a Fae. She could calm the lesser spirits for me, the nymphs and sprites, and stop the madness. At least, in my city and territory. I couldn’t fix the world, some places would have to deal until the spirits anger had ran its course. There was also nothing she could do about the three volcano eruptions, or the mass flooding along five of the continents. Those were caused by Fae spirits, and they didn’t need to bend a knee in Rosaria’s direction as equals.

  So we’d spent the day running around doing what we could do in the Philly area. No more, no less. Fortunately, there didn’t seem to be much trouble in the wilderness, but the chaos in the cities were seeing people hurt and in rare cases killed. Not directly, indirectly through accident, but that was hardly a comfort. I’d been the one to initiate the Renewal, and it wasn’t supposed to be a time of death and fear, it was supposed to be a return to balance and health in the natural world.

  It would be that too, but first we had to stop the insanity. I couldn’t do it alone, might as well try to soothe a hurricane or talk a wave into being smaller, that part I left to Rosaria. Nature was amoral, neither good nor evil, neither succoring nor murderous, it just was. Except, the two of us were a bridge to nature, and that was my job as a druid.

  Rosaria was running beside me and still perfection even in the chaos and panic. Her straight golden blonde hair fell like a shimmering curtain of silk down her body to her lower back, right above her ass, and it was still flawless. The soft and elegant beauty of her oval face with soft cheekbones was smudge free despite the dust being thick in the air. Her piercing ocean blue eyes did look concerned however, and her full lips were pursed. She was five foot three including her two-inch heels, and she had a petitely curvy hourglass frame save her generously rounded C cups, making her delightfully top heavy in a sexy as hell way, with a tight little pear-shaped ass to die for.

  Even the light ocean blue dress she had on with a flower pattern looked perfect. The only time I’d ever seen her a little messy with her hair wild was after sex, and even that just went away when she got out of bed and stood up. She was my Fae, my water nature spirit, and my minor goddess, bound to me and bound to serve my family line until it ended through a sacrifice of one of my ancestors.

  We reached the bridge collapse and I looked down at the highway below. It was a mess of broken cars and cement, and the ground shook violently under my feet to the loud crack of cement breaking, but Rosaria steadied me with her arm.

  “Get the spirit, I have the people.”

  She nodded.

  I ran down the embankment. I had my own magic, all internally pointed to enhance, modify, or fully change my own nature as a druid and man, but also the water magic of my bonded Fae. The powers she granted included empathy, as well as sensing the life around me through the water I could literally control, so in both those ways I was very good at finding where the survivors were. Where there was life, there were emotions and water.

  The power I got from Rosaria also included purifying that water, healing disease and sickness, and that empathy could allow me to push emotions into others for them to experience. But none of that was of help in the moment.

  The spell ape strength fell from my lips, and I was pulling multiple hundred-pound broken cement pieces off the top and against the side of a car that was partially crushed. Inside was a was a relatively healthy if terrified mother and two children. The metal of the door groaned in protest as I pulled it open, and I held out my hands.

  It didn’t help that the earth shook again in that moment, but it was the final shake as the earth sprite settled down under Rosaria’s orders and soothing. It would have to find a new home, there was no place for a nature spirit on a highway. Either the closest city park, or perhaps out in the wilderness.

  “It’s safe now, we should get you out of there.”

  The mother fearfully handed me her children, who I set down one at a time twenty feet back, and then helped her out and directed all of them to the side of the road for the emergency responders to look over. Responders that were still stuck in traffic, the whole city was a snarl of traffic that would take hours to unknot.

  They were dirty, shaken, but alive and relatively unharmed physically. I moved on to the next trapped vehicle with life in it, trying my best not to get overwhelmed by the pockets of water I felt that had no life in it. That had died in the bridge’s collapse.

  I understood it, nature had backlashed against the changes in the world, it was even natural, but that was hard to swallow even for me, a new druid, in the face of the dead around me. The spirit hadn’t tried to kill them though, she’d just been trying to get to the dirt and loam, the nature beneath the rebar, cement, and asphalt.

  She’d been trying to go home, and she’d gotten angry when she found it covered and blocked off.

  I pulled out a few more survivors, surprisingly with the help of a couple of other guys who’d abandoned their stuck on the highway when they’d seen me doing it. It went fast, and Rosaria and I took off for the next emergency situation, a collapsing road in the heart of the city.

  It was a long day, and I couldn’t have gotten anything done without Rosaria’s help and her power coursing through my body.

  Eventually, things calmed down later that evening, as the nature spirits were either calmed or their anger had run its course and they’d sought out new homes on their own. The world had gone mad, but then it was calm, and it was time to pick up the pieces and to keep going.

  It was late that night when I finally got back to the apartment, and immediately jumped in the shower. I was covered by cement and asphalt dust, and I felt grimy beyond belief as I got under the hot spray.

  I wanted to blame the spirits, but it really wasn’t their fault. They were spirits of nature, not civilization. I wanted to blame my ancestors for not accounting for it in their plans, but there was really no way the druids of five hundred years ago could’ve envisioned a modern human city. I wanted to blame myself, and did a bit, I should’ve taken the wizard’s words more to heart.

  But even if I had, there was nothing I could’ve done to prevent it. If the spirits had stayed locked up, the world would’ve slowly died a permanent death, as the balance of nature continued to spin off its axis without the spirits there to ground and maintain it. It was a tragedy, but one that couldn’t be avoided, and as heartless as it sounds it was better than the alternative. What was a few hundred dead in my city of a million and a half, opposed to the death of the world and every human in it?

  In the end, I’d done what I had to do, and in balance I had to believe it would be worth it.

  The hot water and soap sloughed off the day’s dust, sweat, and tears. I kind of wished Rosaria would’ve joined me, but she was taking my orders not to seduce me more than once a day outside of a morning and nighttime marathon seriously, even if I could feel through our bond that she yearned to join me too. It was better this way, otherwise I’d get nothing done. That didn’t make it less tempting, however, and I was still learning how to tame my enflamed and peak libido. It was like I was a teen again.

  That I’d even considered it at all in the face of the day’s tragedy, spoke volumes to that truth.

  The scent of sizzling meat reached my nose as I got dressed, and then went into the kitchen to the amazing sight of Rosaria cooking me a late dinner. There was venison burgers in the pan, and a saucepan with onions, mushrooms, and diced potatoes frying in olive oil.

  “What’s this?”

  Rosaria smiled at me dotingly, with love in her eyes, “I’d been paying attention to how Nora took care of you, and I think I got the cooking thing down. I thought I’d take over the duties, until she returns in a week or two.”

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p; I was amazed by that. I also missed Nora already, my wildly seductive and naughtily sweet witch was in South Carolina, taking care of the coven deaths, getting the coven mansion up for sale, and setting all of her things in order before moving up and in with me.

  I could picture her in my mind, seductively vivid violet eyes filled with mystery. She had a classic beauty, with strong high cheekbones, a slightly pointed chin, and full naturally pink lips. Her body on the other hand was curvaceously lush and sumptuous, without an ounce of fat in the wrong places. A slightly exaggerated hourglass, with a thin waist separating her D cups and juicy firm bubbled ass. She also had a naturally seductive bedroom voice.

  Rosaria’s voice was alluring too, but not in a sultry way.

  “Thanks, Rose.”

  Missing Nora also reminded me of another beautiful woman in my life, one I hadn’t had the pleasure of… yet, though I thought that yet was incredibly hopeful of me, and probably just in my dreams. I pulled out my phone and texted Katerina, that I’d be by tomorrow in the early AM, around four. Two hours before sunrise will be plenty of time to cleanse her six human servants and the couple of acres of land her mansion sat on, with time enough left over to chat and get to know my vampire ally a little better.

  A few minutes later she loaded up two plates and joined me at the table. She didn’t have to eat I didn’t think, but she did on occasion.

  “This is delicious. I have a question.”

  She smiled, “Thanks. What is it?”

  I said, “The spirits keep the balance right, even cleanse the land, so why is that part of my duty as a druid?”

  She nodded, “Two reasons. Remember we met halfway in our bond, and we’re a bridge between the natural world and humans. Your touch and cleansing the land will have the land and spirits look upon you favorably. It also connects you to nature more deeply. The second reason is the nature spirits work slowly as a rule, unless angered like today. They can’t compensate for human interference and pollution quickly because they lack a full understanding of it without us. It would take the spirits alone centuries to restore the balance again, without the druids.

  “You on the other hand can cleanse the land and restore the balance a lot faster, by using my power to cleanse the land and eventually the power of an Earth spirit to promote growth and new life. You’re also human, so you can intercede on nature’s behalf where necessary, but to do that you need to cleanse the earth and know where the recurring problems are due to human neglect or malfeasance.”

  I nodded thoughtfully as I ate. I hadn’t been very hungry all day amidst the tragedy, but after the first mouthful I’d realized I was starving, and I started to chow down with a will.

  “We’ll go take care of our ally first thing tomorrow, a couple of hours before dawn. Then we’ll pick up breakfast at dawn on the way out of the city, and we’ll spend the day cleansing and studying and practicing my spells for three hours too. I think that’ll work, four hours cleansing and three hours toward mastering my internal magic, for the next several months. There are a lot of parks and wilderness around the city, so it’s going to take time to get it all, especially if there aren’t other druids around to pick up some of the slack. I think we’ll stay over too, camp out in my favorite glade.”

  She replied warmly, “Sounds perfect, Brendan. I’ll let you know if I pick up any Spirit nature spirits near there. You should have your pick of Earth nature spirits.”

  I nodded in agreement, having totally forgotten about that part of things in the hectic day.

  “Right, we can troll for spirits while I move around for cleansing and magic practice.”

  Once I’d claimed two more spirits, and mastered my internal magic, I’d be pretty set for the rest of my life that way. I could go for fire and air spirits as well, but my goal was to become as powerful as possible without causing an imbalance in my home or threatening our tight bonds and domestic bliss.

  Fire really didn’t get along with water at all, and earth and air tended to get edgy around each other as well. It was better avoided. Plus, I’d have the power of fire and air to balance out my water and earth through my ally and lover, Nora. So, it’d all work out, and we’d have each other’s backs once she got back here, anyway.

  Her spirits of fire and air were of powers and principalities, so they didn’t have bodies and wouldn’t be in the house to threaten our domestic tranquility. Of course, being a power couple wasn’t why I wanted and missed Nora, that was just a bonus. Neither was it her incredibly seductive and lush body made for rough sex. No, it was deeper than that, by a great deal, if not quite love yet, I didn’t think.

  I missed her, not her beauty or her power, but I could admit they were a hell of a bonus.

  The more I ate, the more my energy came rushing back, and with that energy the more the sexual tension grew between me and Rosaria. With the bond and the shared gift of empathy it was like a quickly rising feedback loop, the more I was amazed by her beauty, the sexier she got with warm smiles and the growing promise of pleasure along with lust in her eyes, which in turn had me more mesmerized, which triggered her into a deeper lust, and so on.

  I cleared my throat, “I think we should head to bed now. It’s just eight, but we should wake up around three tomorrow morning.”

  That was just seven hours, which probably meant I’d only get five hours of sleep, because my needs were telling me I’d be ravishing Rosaria for at least two hours that night.

  She smiled warmly, with naughty temptation and anticipation in her eyes, “That sounds wonderful, Brendan.”

  Yeah, no time like the present. It was almost indecent, just how fast we cleared up after dinner, and once the dishwasher was loaded, we called it good enough. I patted her ass possessively to her sigh of delight, then grabbed her hand and led her toward the bedroom, my heart racing, and my cock already at half-mast out of pure anticipation and the look of loving lust in her eyes.

  Hell, I’d never get enough of Rosaria, and I loved her more than I could express, which made it that much more intense.

  Chapter Two

  The two of us breathy, wide eyed, and completely nude by the time we made it to the bed. We’d left a trail of clothes leading to it, stopping long enough to exchange heated kisses, possessive strokes and squeezes, and lost an article or two of clothing each and every pause.

  Not that she’d been wearing much, except those black sandals with two-inch heels and the blue dress. Below that had been nothing but a feast of delicious flesh for my eyes and caressing hands. Her breasts were ridiculously firm and proud for their generous size on her petite body, but still so soft and warm in my hands. Incredibly sensitive too, far more sensitive than Nora’s D cups. She let out the sexiest little gasps at the slightest thumb stroke against her nipples, and wanton moans as I squeezed and pleased them with the rest of my fingers.

  Her lips were both demanding, yet so very silken soft against mine, as we got lost in the kiss. The surge of emotions over the bond mind boggling in their heated intensity. I could hardly wait to watch her and feel her cum undone around me, it was becoming one of my favorite things in life, to make my beloved Fae scream in ecstasy.

  At the same time, we were hardly in a rush, or I’d have been balls deep back in the hallway. There was something delicious about putting it off just a little longer, about savoring our rising lust and the fog of anticipated pleasure, as we teased each other past distraction. Her soft lips so demanding on mine, her sweet gasps falling into my mouth as I ran my hands around her body and down, to grip her ass possessively and quite firmly.

  Her fingertips teasingly explored my chest and stomach, and a little further down, while I kneaded her ass cheeks and our tongues passionately dueled. She overwhelmed me, my heart, my senses, and my mind was fogged with a lustful need that made my cock ache in its hardness.

  I gasped lightly into her sweet mouth, as her hand softly and teasingly stroked it as she took it in hand.

  “Brendan,” she whispered into my mouth, with so much aching need in her breathless tone, that it completely broke me. My nature spirit could be hard and uncompromising, but with me she was all breathless adoration, needy lust, and a deep abiding love. She needed me and I wasn’t going to tease her any further, the desperation in her voice to have me was too much.