A Pixie’s Proposition

  Coven Rites: Book Two

  Author: D. R. Rosier

  Copyright 2024. 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

  Afterword:

  About the Author

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  The steaming hot water felt good on my sore muscles. The large pond that served to keep the atmosphere cooler and added humidity, a small oasis of comfortable breathing so we could enjoy the outdoors in the coven’s small territory, also made a hell of a hot spring. The biggest hot tub ever.

  The eleven of us sat in a circle and soaked away the day’s work. I had considered such a thing might get me a wonderful view of ten beautiful women in bikini’s, but of course I’d underestimated them, as we were all natural at the moment. Ten sets of lovely breasts and beautiful faces floating above the water line. The coven was kind of shameless that way, no hang ups at all about being admired, even the four I wasn’t sleeping with save for tantric spells, which had only come up twice.

  I’d only been in this new world for a month, so it still took me by surprise at times. I was also still getting used to the intense coven bond, I could sense all of their emotions, share thoughts at will, feel their health both mind and body, and their locations at all times. It’d only been a few days since doing the bonding ritual spell.

  Pepper was lithe with black hair and brown eyes, and her partner in life, Blossom, was a pretty, tall and willowy dirty blonde with brown eyes. The other two of those four were Juniper and Isadora, those four preferred women to men and were paired up. Juniper was a seductive curvy beauty, with dark brown hair and eyes, and her partner was willowy with jet black hair and green eyes.

  Three others were friends with benefits, eager to scratch an itch with my cock that the others couldn’t satisfy, but not ready to commit or settle down. They were great friends, powerful women, and coven sisters as of a few days ago. They were all that.

  Raine was a playful quickie queen, wanting it hard and fast every three days or so. She was a lithe redhead beauty with lovely light gray eyes. Celestine was a marathon friend with benefits, and a multiples orgasm queen, though we only got together about once a week so far. She was a lush and beautiful platinum blonde with gorgeous blue eyes. Iris was shyly wicked, and about once a week as well. She had proportioned hourglass body, light brown hair and light blue eyes.

  The three of them were down to earth, and they made it clear when they wanted a little fun. Otherwise, we were growing close as friends and we didn’t show affection outside of friendship between times. Of course, not showing affection meant no private smiles, kisses, or touches, that did not mean there wasn’t random lust and admiration at times, in both directions, especially now that we were all sharing emotions. We just didn’t express it.

  I wasn’t sure how long that would last, once they settled down, if it wasn’t to be my lover, they’d be someone else’s. That was likely a long way off, however. Witches were long lived and often didn’t settle down until their fifth decade, too focused on building up their new coven in this harsh new world.

  Ironically perhaps, it was far more likely I’d become the father of Blossom’s and Pepper’s, and Juniper’s and Isadora’s children, than my friends with benefits. A donation of sorts, for the lesbian couples that needed a little help to start a family. Not that we’d talked about it, maybe I was off base.

  The exception to that was my three lovers, two witches and a shifter. The three ladies I spent my night’s with and slept with daily in both sense of the word. We were all free with affection when in private, but we observed boundaries with the others present. Those boundaries were not out of a moral standard of comportment within the public areas of the coven. On the contrary, they existed because of the intensity of the bond, public displays of affection in their past had ended in unscheduled and unexpected Sapphic orgies as everyone got swept up in it, so it was a matter of practicality.

  Living in this wasteland was hard work, even for a coven of witches and a warlock with magic, and the work had to get done.

  Astra was the coven matriarch. A five foot seven lush beauty with a body built for sin with rounded thirty eight double Ds, twenty-four, thirty six. She had an adorably beautiful heart shaped face with long golden-brown hair and milk chocolate eyes. I loved her ridiculously, and she was an empathetic and warm soul with her coven and friends, but she could be hard when the occasion called for it. She was also a bit naughty with her teasing dirty talk in bed, and she loved nothing more than blowing my mind with her willingness to pleasure me in any way I pleased.

  Well, except back door action, none of them wanted that given my size. I wasn’t that long, high average at just over seven inches, but I was exceptionally thick. Still, she loved to suck me off and did so often, and I loved returning the favor. She often woke me up that way, she was simply that giving and loving, and of course she was new to sex so there was the excitement of the new to it all. New relationship, first cock, and sexual awakening, for all my partners. They’d all been experienced in Sapphic loving, but I was the first man to be inside them all.

  Rue was my second witch and the coven second in charge of security. She had a perfect body in proportion at five foot four. Torpedo sized thirty-four Bs, seventeen, thirty-four, with a petitely supple and firm ass. I loved her hot little body, and she had the largest nipples I’d ever seen. Up above she was simply the second most beautiful women I’d ever laid eyes on, a true beauty with full lips, high sculpted cheekbones, and a slightly pointed chin. Her eyes were an expressively stormy gray, and she had short curly black hair that just barely tickled her shoulders. I usually liked long hair on a woman, found it more attractive, but Rue was definitely an exception to that. She totally rocked the short haired look.

  She was dangerous, loved to wear black leather vests, shorts, and boots. At first I’d thought the anger she carried around was aimed toward this shitty world that we lived in, but I’d learned it was aimed inward. A tool she used, after making a mistake that almost got Astra killed, to maintain her vigilance in duty. She was also warm and wild behind closed doors, and she needed and loved me as much as I did her. Despite only sleeping with her less than a week, we’d already grown close to loving each other before that.

  Second most beautiful, simply because there was a pixie out there that I couldn’t remember very well, not even her name, who was a veritable goddess of perfection in face. So beautiful it was almost too much, the perfect symmetricalness of her flawless face was simply stunning. We’d only spent one night together, and I could hardly remember anything past her appearance and the most amazing sex of my life. She had light buttery blonde hair down to her ass, blue eyes verging on purple, soft delicate beauty of face, and pouty lips. Her body was sinful at five foot one, athletic in proportion at that short height, save her proud C cups which looked almost lewd on her petite body.

  She said we’d see each other again soon, and that was almost a month ago now, but more on her and that later. I mean, I should’ve been angry at her for what she’d done, she’d stolen my life and given me a new one, after a one-night stand. But I wasn’t, and I couldn’t explain that at all. All I wanted to do was see her again. Pixies were dangerous, capricious creatures, but mine seemed to be an exception to that given her long term plan which somehow involved me. Despite not having a clue why she’d done what she had, the coven had still welcomed me and made me one of theirs.

  Moving on.

  Carline was my third committed lover, a shifter which I was in a pack bond with, being half shifter myself. She was a tiger shifter, utterly loyal but not blindly, and a joy to be around. She submitted to me, but in her way, a woman of strength, grace, and beauty.

  She was five foot eight and athletic in body, with creamy rounded C cups, a tight ass, and mouthwateringly long legs. She had dark golden blonde hair and amber eyes, set in a classically beautiful face with strong cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her lips were verging on full.

  Shifters acted as scouts and a patrolling guard for witches, who in turn paid them back with livable and comfortable quarters, food and water, which they needed a lot of to survive. It was a team up for survival in a harsh world, but in our coven, Carline was valued and loved as a woman too. I mean, I loved her, and so did Astra and Rue, but that was not the typical relationship from what I’d been made to understand. It was usually just an alliance of convenience and survival.

  The coven was only three years old, so I was the warlock and second shifter to join. A mature coven supported a full pack, but a coven starting out usually only hosted one shifter, until that shifter and they were ready for family, children, and the like. So my arrival had spun things around a bit, but n
o one was complaining, yet.

  So, there we all were in the new hot springs, and I was enjoying the view. I wasn’t crude about it, but nor was I trying to hide my admiration of the various sized breasts floating on the water. There was no point, they could all feel my emotions, so I avoided bashful and embarrassment and went with bold every time. Women liked surety in a man after all, and they didn’t seem to mind in the least. Accusations of sexism just didn’t exist in this new world.

  At least, not among witches, who were every bit the equals of a warlock or any man for that matter. It simply was, and it wasn’t even talked about.

  So yeah, I suppose I’ll end this introduction with that culture shock point. No one was really entitled on this world that I’d met so far, it was hard work to survive and flourish in this wasteland. Everyone pulled their weight and then some to make it work, the covens that didn’t, died. End of story, no one would save them because they were lazy or made too many mistakes.

  It was a harsh and isolated small world, I had no idea what was going on in Ohio, Wisconsin, or Indiana, never mind what was happening across the world. The days of being able to look up the weather in Bangkok on my phone at a whim were long gone, after the collapse of technological civilization.

  It wasn’t all bad though. I was doing well in my new little world, with my coven, learning magic. That was my only job right now, learning magic, building anything they wanted, and of course I’d fight to protect them if we were attacked again. My coven duties would change, once I’d caught up and understood how it all worked.

  I could whine about it, but that wouldn’t help anything or change my reality. It was conquer life or die, there was no room for mediocrity or weakness in the future world I’d woken up in.

  More on the good side was having three lovers, something I’d never done in my life. I’d been a serial monogamist, until this new world. Of course, they were all with each other as well. Not just Rue, Astra, and Carline, the three of them were with my friends with benefits and the two lesbian couples. Often when I was there, sometimes not. The coven was very free that way.

  Likely because pleasure was the only real form of entertainment and stress release. No music, television, movies, bars, clubs, outdoor sports, restaurants, or anything like that. It was all work, or relaxation and sex. Which probably had a lot to do with that change in culture.

  Which honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure about. I mean, for all I knew the covens were the same that way three hundred years ago, and all the witches engaged together in bed back then too. I hadn’t been aware of the supernatural world at all until I’d been thrown inside a wall in stasis, and then woken up three centuries later.

  I hadn’t been raised in the supernatural community. I’d been hidden with human parents who’d adopted me. No doubt because hybrids were killed out of hand three hundred years ago, so my shifter and witch or warlock parents had given me a chance at a human life with my magic left unrealized.

  So perhaps coven and pack culture had never gotten on the toxic modern feminism bandwagon of that age at all? A group that was really anti-male, not pro-women, nor equal rights. It was impossible to say.

  Point being, I had no idea what parts of the culture shock were born of this new harsh world, or if they simply had always been different from human culture in the supernatural community.

  Astra sighed and put her head back, which made her breasts jiggle and sway delightedly on the water’s surface, “This was an amazing idea, Glen.”

  I chuckled, “I stole it. People used to pay good money in my time, to go into the wilderness and soak in hot springs. Thanks for putting in these seats.”

  Each witch and warlock as a rule had two affinities, two magic types that were natural abilities and could be used without casting a spell. Hers were earth and water, so she’d had no problem creating some benches to sit on at the perfect level. Mine were life and telekinesis, while Rue’s was fire and air.

  Astra lifted her head and winked.

  I loved being outside, always had, but the new atmospheric spell and hot spring made it better than it ever was. Not just because of the twenty tits in view either, but because I’d missed it. Kind of like what they said about hunger being the best sauce. The first month I’d been on this world it was just too miserable to spend any time outside unless we’d had to, never mind relaxing in the outdoors like we were at the moment.

  Iris sighed, “I need to start dinner.”

  Pepper said, “I’ll come with.”

  They both got up, the former teasing me with a sultry stretch before moving out of the water. It was quite obvious from her emotional thrill over the bond that she loved my eyes admiring her body, friends with benefits only or not. Also that she was feeling a bit itchy, and I’d likely be scratching that itch for her very soon.

  We all got up then, to dry off and get dressed. I’d say it was comfortable seventy-eight or so, when it was over a hundred out past the ward and dangerously arid too. Breathing in the wasteland was like hot sandpaper going down the throat and filling the lungs.

  All because some asshole warlock named Jacob Dellwood had figured out how to subvert a coven bond and mentally enslave his witches to be unquestioningly obedient and loyal. A coven with a warlock doubled the power of the witches, but for a warlock’s power it doubled once for every ten witches bonded, linearly speaking. Warlocks were rare, less than one warlock for every ten witches, and it’d become even rarer after the purge.

  So forty witches made the warlock four times as powerful as his base strength in magic, while four hundred would make him forty times as powerful as his base. That was slightly deceptive, because four hundred witches at twice base power acting at his every whim, made him eight hundred and forty times more powerful than the average witch, if you considered the witches in the coven as an extension of his will.

  It was why the bond in my coven was so invasive, a change made by her family line to avoid being conquered by a mega-coven, or avoid turning into in. It would be impossible for one of us or an outsider to plot or subvert the others without it being patently obvious to all of us. Fortunately, I had no such ambitions. The sharing of mental health status and constantly feeling everyone’s emotions would raise any red flags if anyone suddenly changed that way.

  Anyway, Jacob had been obsessed with gaining power, a dark ambition that drove him to conquer other covens to gain more power and witches. By the time other covens saw the danger, he’d become far too powerful and dangerous to stop, so other warlocks had followed the same path out of self-preservation.

  It’d been the titanic amounts of magic not meant to be wielded by mortals, exchanged in battle that had started the world’s decline. It caused an imbalance in the world’s magic which negatively impacted the weather systems, but the humans getting involved once they figured out the supernatural really existed and were a danger, made things worse.

  The humans lost that war, badly. Almost seven billion of them died in the collapse of civilization. There were maybe a billion left worldwide, protected by and serving the mega-covens who kept partial sections of the cities livable, and used the city parks for farming.

  It was all a big mess, but I was making the most of it. What I didn’t know at the time was it was all about to change, again. That I’d finally settled into this life, only for it to be torn away a second time, but at least this time I wouldn’t be alone in that.

  Rue was my sexy badass witch. She took charge, took no prisoners, and was vigilantly protective of the whole coven, especially Astra. She was competent, completely ruthless when she needed to be, but it was all out of love. She had a huge heart she kept hidden under that simmering anger most of the time.

  Point being, I imagined that constant vigilance and taking control wore on her, so when it came to the bedroom behind closed doors she was a total submissive to me. It was her one place of surrender, to let it all go, and relieve the stress. Of course, it’d taken me weeks to earn the level of trust for her to take that step, to be sure I was part of the coven and I wouldn’t be leaving her, to ensure I could be trusted when she was at her most vulnerable.

  But now that she had the last few days with her had been eye opening. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her when we were alone. We’d grown close over that time and we were making up for lost time, so to speak. I was fairly sure I already loved her.