Warlock Hunted

  Coven Rites: Book Three

  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

  Chapter Twelve

  Afterword:

  About the Author

  Other erotic fantasies by D. R. Rosier:

  Non-erotic Fantasy titles:

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  The mansion on the hill’s backyard was filled with two hundred witches, one hundred and ninety seven of them were bonded to me through a secondary coven bond.

  It was a sunny morning, and the day after we finished the mission and flew home, arriving late in the evening the previous night. The purpose for the mega-coven had been fulfilled, it’d been formed just four weeks ago. The main purpose anyway. The women that had been freed from mental slavery had been using it these weeks to monitor and support each other. Much as I used my coven bond with my true coven to do the same for my witches, or my mate bond with Sela and pack bond with Carline to do the same thing.

  After four weeks, there were seventy-eight witches ready to leave that bond. They’d recovered enough, and had formed groups, even met with several warlocks and decided upon a warlock to add to their coven. In short, I was only freeing the ones that were ready to be freed and had their continuing support system set up, one of their own making in a normal sized coven.

  The remaining one hundred and nineteen would stay bonded to me for now, so they could continue to support each other’s recovery, and feel connected to each other. So that any brooding or falling into depression would be found quickly and helped.

  So, seven covens worth of witches had assembled in the last four weeks. In the future, now that the main mission was done, they’d be leaving me in singular groups, and I’d be getting weaker all the while.

  Still, with a hundred and nineteen witches I’d still be thirteen times stronger than normal, which meant I was still worth a coven on my own, just not a coven and a half, but as I said already, that power would slowly dwindle until my coven was dissolved as all the witches left and formed their own. Then I’d only be a little over twice as powerful as normal, just like any other warlock in a coven with twelve witches. My shifter side would also be diminished to the size of a horse, which wasn’t bad at all in the scheme of things. That would still give us a slight edge.

  In a few moments that shifter size would shrink from a city bus size to an extended van sized wolf, so for a little while we’d still retain that advantage against our enemies.

  I could admit a part of me would miss being a bus sized monster in potential, but the purpose of the power had been fulfilled and I wasn’t a greedy or darkly ambitious man. It would also be satisfying to see these amazing witches heal and move on to better things and independence.

  I was surrounded by my own coven, my true coven which I’d met in the future. My witch mates Astra and Rue, and my shifter mate Carline and pixie goddess Sela. My hopefully future mate Maria, and my four friends with benefits were all witches. Caroline, Iris, Raine, and Celestine were mine to enjoy on occasion, at least until they found a mate of their own, just to scratch their itch and need for a driving cock. The one need in bed our coven sisters couldn’t satisfy.

  Last but certainly not least were the last five witches of the coven, who liked women over men. I only got to share pleasure with them during tantric rites, and our friendships were strong. That was Vespa, Isadora, and Juniper as a female mating triad, and Blossom and Pepper were mated as well. I imagined when it was time for them to have kids, they’d look for a sperm donor.

  For those that don’t recall them clearly from the last account, I’ll introduce them more thoroughly than that one at a time though-out this account when appropriate, so I don’t bog down this introduction with endless descriptions.

  Regardless, it was a celebration of sorts. We all needed to get back to our duties and responsibilities, to grow the coven and reach out, while maintaining an alliance with the witches currently in the backyard as they built seventeen or so covens of their own. Not to mention our own internal relationships, that we wanted to keep healthy, solid, and strong.

  But… we had just saved the world, so a celebration day was definitely called for. The library of coven magic would still be there waiting for me, tomorrow morning.

  The witches were also celebrating their partial recovery and healing, and that it was over. The grim future I visited wouldn’t happen now, not anytime soon anyway, and not by the same people. Regardless, they were also celebrating that seventy-eight of them were moving on, creating covens of their own independent of us but still allied.

  There was an army of caterers manning tables of food on the tiered patio and on the lawn, who’d be feeding us throughout the day. Anything magical, seen or discussed, would be ignored completely by those human servants of Sela’s, thanks to the subtle wards directing them to do so.

  They were probably a little curious about the male to female ratio, eight men and two hundred and fourteen women. Seven of those men were the warlocks that would join with the witches being released that day into the seven covens. Of course, those rites weren’t happening here, they’d be doing that in private.

  I sent, “Thank you for everything, it’s a real pleasure to see so many of you moving forward so quickly. Good luck!”

  I chuckled, as I was a little overwhelmed by the response of all seventy-eight witches at once. The mental hugs felt like a barrage.

  The spell was technically a rite. Searching through all the hairs in my amulet for the right ones would’ve been a real pain in the ass, but magic handled the complicated repetitive task quite well. As I focused on each witch for just a moment, the ones that were leaving now, their hairs were pulled out of the amulet. Once they were all out, the rite finished by burning them all.

  There was some cheering.

  I instantly felt diminished, but it really was the right thing. If I’d stayed connected to them, and didn’t let them go, then I’d wind up being the one that destroyed the world. The world’s covens, some of them would decide they had no choice but to do the same to protect themselves and destroy me, the evil hybrid. The very thing we stopped. No, I was more than willing to give up the power to avoid that end.

  The reason the prejudice against me and other hybrids was so strong, as well as the idea of racial purity among the packs and covens of this age, was because they really didn’t get along at all. That was a part of it, the witches saw the packs as animals. Worse, animals they couldn’t deceive and manipulate, as they did with each other and humanity. While the packs saw the covens as manipulating liars, while it was probably just one or two individuals in each coven. Point being, prejudice existed between the two races as well, not just for the hybrids of both.

  Still, I pushed that thought down, the day was supposed to be a celebration, after all. We could deal with the fallout of our New York excursion another day. Fall out that we couldn’t yet accurately pin down, we weren’t sure how bad it would get, or how fast and far word would spread and stir up other covens and perhaps some packs, against us.

  Fortunately, we lived on our own private island, it wouldn’t be easy to assault us here. Still, it was almost shocking to realize we might just have been safer back in that horrible future. I was determined to reach the other side of that, and to be safe again. Or at least, as safe as anyone could be in the world of life.

  Astra took my arm, and we did a little mingling. I got to meet a few of those warlocks, and it was clear they were wary of me. Good men perhaps as Sela had intended, but clearly a product of this age’s coven and generation. I had to give them some credit though, for fighting their racist worldview and putting in the effort to get along with the hybrid at the party.

  The food was delicious.

  The day was a lot of fun, and throughout it I spent time with the coven singly or in small groups, including Sela and Carline, while shortly spending a little time with the witches we’d saved from the future. There hadn’t been much time to get to know the witches I was in a temporary coven alliance with before that day. They seemed to be doing a lot better than that first day, just as Caroline, Maria, and Vespa were.

  Astra was my matriarch and one of the loves of my life. She had a seductively curvaceous and lush body, rounded breasts at thirty-eight double D, twenty-four, thirty-six, at five foot seven. Her face was adorably beautiful, heart shaped, with full lips and milk chocolate eyes, and she had rich long golden-brown hair that flowed down her back. She looked exquisite that day in a casual light-yellow blouse and white swishy skirt that covered to the bottom of her thighs, and a light brown pair of strappy sandals.

  She led the coven with true warmth and concern for all our needs, her hard side only really coming out at all when in the face of an enemy.

  It was
later that night and I’d just gotten done with my evening visit with Maria and our little roleplay adventure, and a quick shower. Usually, all my mates were moving toward our bedroom at that point for our nightly fivesome before sleep, but that night Sela, Carline, and Rue were still engaged with the other women in the coven. Their emotions and body states told me they were still fully in the midst of some fun, and it’d be a while longer for them.

  So it was just Astra when I walked into the bedroom, and she looked sinfully delicious in a red and black leather and lace bustier, her already full and bountiful breasts pushed up and together. They looked like they might just win the fight with the leather and bust out at any second. She also had on a pair of lacy panties. Her scents of anticipation, arousal, and deep love were entirely mesmerizing to my senses. It was clear to me by then she’d arranged this private time between us, and that she’d asked the others to linger with their other bed playmates a little longer.

  “Sweet vixen, you look amazingly delicious in that outfit, thank you for wearing it,” I said as I joined her on the bed.

  She smiled almost shyly, before giving me a warm kiss that energized and thrilled me. Sweetly yet wildly submissive, as she moaned into my mouth and caressed my chest.

  “I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something the last few days, but there never seems to be time lately.”

  My cock twitched, and she raised an eyebrow at my surge of lust and desire.

  I asked, “What about?” as I caressed her face, and I got a little lost in her sexy eyes.

  She teased, “What do you think it’s about, that excited you so much?”

  Instead of playing the why don’t you tell me game, I owned it. I mean, I had to be shameless about things, given the deep intimacy of the coven bond and women not liking wish-washy or a lack of confidence in their man. I wanted all four of them pregnant with my children.

  “I’ve been hoping that in this new world, where we have plenty of resources and strength, you’d want to start a family like I am with Sela and Carline. I really want that. Our kids to grow up with the children of our other mates.”

  She giggled, “I see. Is that what you think I wanted to talk about?”

  I shrugged, “Tease. I abide in hope that your design was to seduce a baby out of me, in that amazing outfit.”

  She laughed, “I love you, Glen. To think I’ve been nervous about asking,” she teasingly reached down and stroked me, “Part of that wait is mastering magic of course, but we should be able to do both at the same time, without so much time and magic going into survival it frees up a lot of time. So, you want me to bear you a child?”

  “You know I do, teasing vixen. Is that what you want?”

  She looked as lost in my eyes as I was in hers, and I let out a little grunt of pleasure as her stroking hand flowed over the sensitive tip and back down reversed.

  “More than anything else right now.” She giggled, as I twitched hard in her hand at that statement, then said, “The contraceptive spell is not active, so if you took me…”

  She trailed off, but mostly because I was devouring her full silken lips and pinning her down to the mattress with my body. She let out an amused and quite breathy gasp, as I pulled her panties to the side, lined up, and slid into her slick heated depths. Clearly, stripping her first, even just the panties, would take far too long.

  She’d certainly worked me up enough, with that outfit, teasing conversation, all while stroking my cock.

  Her legs went around me, and she arched her back, a sweet and panting whimper left her mouth as I drove into her deeper with each and every stroke. Her hot and fertile depths welcoming my invasion with writhing clenches and grasps. Her body milking my cock hard, trying to prevent its exit.

  Her eyes were bright and excited, and filling with pleasure, as our kiss broke and our gaze locked. Her bountiful breasts were shaking wildly against their confinement in that sexy bustier, with each harsh drive of my cock. The deep pleasures of her body’s slick friction on mine was echoed in the smoldering desire and pleasure building in her eyes, as she rocked her body and tightened her legs, wantonly giving herself to me and her womb to my cock.

  She said between pants, “Goddess, Glen. You really want this don’t you. You want me to bear your child. That’s so good, take me, give me our child. I want it too, dreamed of how this moment might go, but your deep loving awe and excitement, coupled with this lustful and dominating joining, is more than I ever dreamed.”

  I teased her back, “That bustier is really sexy.”

  She snorted at the obvious truth and its implied untruth, then giggle gasped as I buried it fully and ground our bodies together, then totally owned it, “Why do you think I wore it tonight?”

  I laughed, “Temptress. You didn’t need it, but feel free to wear it for me often.”

  She giggled, “Between the other things I bought for you, yes.”

  The witches, the future culture, they understood a man was visual, and they gloried in it instead of calling it sexist. Understanding that it was what other emotions, intentions, and regard accompanied that shallow enjoyment of their beauty that determined a man’s depth or shallowness. So many in this age would just write it off as sexist or toxic, which honestly was ridiculous.

  Point being, I wasn’t at all surprised she was eager to wear lingerie for me, after the relatively recent shopping trips of just a few days ago.

  She squeezed her legs around me like a vise, and then gave me a clear ready signal by clenching down around me and grinding me hard, pulling on the sensitive skin of my shaft even as she gyrated in a tiny circle grind which sent pleasure through my body in wave of electric tingles.

  She also felt overwhelmed in that moment, our banter and teasing a cover for the deeply vulnerable and joint transcendent joy at the act of starting a family. She wanted it as badly as I did, if not more so, as I started to work my cock in and out of her, with vigor. The goddess knew I was right there with her, totally overwhelmed with Astra, my sweet submissive vixen.

  I’d been in her bareback more times than I could count, filled her pussy more than I could count, but there was a wild and mind-addling thrill to it this time. Knowing she might be fertile, knowing that seed might take, it was a wild thrill as I lost myself in her eyes.

  Up above it was all love, awe, and devotion mixed with joyful excitement between us, while down below we were rutting, both of us feverishly working for that climax as we raced for the edge of our control and the ultimate promise of this joining.

  If it hadn’t been for the four rounds I’d just had with Maria, there’s no way I wouldn’t have already blown my load. The emotions, lustful thrill, and joy in our coupling was just too intense, and I was drowning in her blazing eyes and the pleasures that her lush sinful body was having on mine as I continually and wildly plunged into her snugly heated silken depths with powerful drives of my cock.

  Her sweet breathy gasps, wild panting, and begging eyes drove me crazy.

  She said breathily, wantonly begging, “Yes, yes, oh-my-goddess, yes, I’m going to… oh my goddess, oh my goddess, I’m going to cum for you. Cum with me, please, give me our baby.”

  That was pretty much it for me, those words didn’t push me over so much as hurtled me over into ecstasy. It was her that would have to cum with me because there was no stopping it.

  I roared, “Astra!” and powerful pulses of blissful pleasure riddled through my body and addled my mind. All that existed in that moment was the hot depths of her fertile sex wrapped so tightly around me as I filled her, and her sweet milk chocolate eyes.

  It was on that second pulse that her eyes went wide, her back arched, and her pussy started to play a symphony of pleasure on my cock as she cried out my name. Grasping me, pulling and sucking my seed into her body with a wantonly joyful exuberance that was echoed in her eyes.

  I was swept away by it, by our love, shared pleasure, and the purpose of our joining. The thrill in me that I might just be knocking her up in that moment was a powerful one.

  Then our joint eternity of pleasure ended far too soon, and we both gasped in breaths as our racing hearts started to slow. I barely even gave a thought to the fact the entire coven had just shared in that intensely joyful union, our intense emotions open for their experience. It was just normal now, and I didn’t think anything of it, outside of acknowledging it in my mind.