Nora sighed, “My coven is strong on the individual side, the nine of us, but our numbers are small and the competition is fierce. There are much bigger covens around the world, and the most powerful of spirits will flock to them and ignore our weaker call. My coven has been patient, refusing to grasp at demons for power, we won’t be denied this chance at becoming truly great and feared among our kind.”

  Rosaria shook her head, “To attempt to bind all the spirits of medium and great power with a death threat is… folly. I won’t say it again, but don’t say I didn’t warn you when disaster strikes. No coven should have that much power. There is a reason the strongest are drawn to the most powerful call, and it is not greed. Enough, when will you release him?”

  Nora said, “The moment it is finished, when the renewal is complete, and the spirits are ours. We’ll all get what we want in the end.”

  Rosaria replied, “All? Except for you, witch.”

  I thought that was ridiculous, not sure at all what she meant, but it seemed to strike home, as I felt waves of regret and pain pour off of Nora as she looked at me out of the corner of her eyes…

  Her sweet lips were heaven around me, her tongue a wet hot paradise of wicked sensations, and her humming and vibrating throat wrapped tightly around my cock head felt incredible. The mistress’s seductive violet eyes looked up at me in adoration, as she pleasured me with all of her oral skills.

  I wasn’t sure how long she’d been at it, but we’d arrived at the place and were currently waiting for her coven to arrive. She’d told me wistfully that she needed to take care of my needs one last time, in a soft longing voice, before she’d dropped to her knees with devotion in her eyes.

  The building pleasure was insane, and she’d backed off several times to catch her breath, and I suspected so I wouldn’t cum yet. It was like she didn’t want it to ever end, and I had to say I could totally get on board with that idea. I was in heaven, being pleasured by the mistress’s talented and quite naughty and wanton mouth. Best cocksucker I’d ever had the pleasure of, and with our affection in full flower the impact of her on her knees was even greater. Deeper, warmer, and heady.

  I simply couldn’t look away from those eyes, as she worked me for my pleasure, even as she moaned and took her own pleasure in it.

  All good things end however, and when we heard others approaching through the trees, she started to work me hard with every intense technique she’d ever graced me with. I’d been riding that edge for what seemed like over an hour, so right on the edge I didn’t last longer than fifteen seconds, closer to ten probably.

  “Nora,” I gasped, and she moaned in wicked delight as I started to unload into her sweet mouth, my first shot slamming into the back of her throat. She milked me with suction and a dexterously sliding twisting hand, and she swallowed after each pulse fired between her tight lips. Due to the wait and all the orgasm denials, it was one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever felt save the prostate milking one, and I had to lock my knees and grip her by the hair, lest I fall down.

  A warm laugh drew my attention in the after bliss and weakness, and I saw a gorgeous redhead with liquid brown eyes, fair skin, on an elfin petite body save her breasts, which were even bigger than Nora’s. Behind her was seven more perfect tens, each in their own way. I felt like I should be embarrassed with my dick out in front of all these strange women, but Nora wasn’t bothered by it so neither was I.

  “Having fun, Sister?”

  Nora took her time cleaning me up, and making sure she got it all, before packing me away and answering.

  “Kari, why yes I am. It’s about time you all got here.”

  Nora giggled at their glares, and held her hands up, “Just playing back. Let’s get this done.”

  Three of the others started for the spot where the stones were, which had been set up by Rosaria’s direction. They were approximately and equidistantly fifteen feet apart, but that was just a guess. Four others watched those three preparing the witch containment circle, while Kari the hot redhead walked over.

  “Share, sis? I’ve rarely seen a cock so well formed and thick.”

  Nora waved casually, “I would, but I promised to protect and take care of him. Under my control he’s in no condition to consent. Feel free to hit on him after the ceremony and he’s released.”

  Kari grimaced, “You can’t be serious.”

  Nora shrugged, “The plan is to part in peace, even after my betrayal because were all getting what we want. You tend to be rather hard on your playmates, let’s not start a war.”

  Kari scowled, but she didn’t push it further, and instead joined the others.

  I looked at Nora in question.

  Nora replied, “I’ll be joining the circle last, after you have your direction. Once you activate the stones, I want you to get clear as quickly as possible and make the tree line.”

  I nodded, “If you wish.”

  I sensed she wanted to kiss me badly in that moment, but she was also reluctant. Not because of me, either. With my head fuzzy, it took me a moment to realize she was wary of showing weakness to her own coven, which struck me as wrong.

  I studied them all then, closer, with my eyes and my empathy, and not their sexy asses. None of them were truly at ease, like a group of hunters that just met that same day, and they all weren’t quite sure if they wouldn’t get a shotgun blast in the back. Since they didn’t know in confidence if the others had good firearm habits.

  When she talked of coven, I’d imagined a close and intimate sisterhood given what I knew of Nora, but clearly that wasn’t the case. They’d gathered together for other reasons, power and perhaps fear, for strength in numbers.

  The ladies drew the circle, set up candles, and used some kind of glyphs around the outside of it. Five of them, presumably for Spirit, Fire, Air, Water, and Earth in a clockwise direction.

  Then the eight of them moved in and took positions around the circle, leaving a gap large enough at the end for Nora to join. Was she last in this circle, or was it her job to keep me in line and that’s why she got the last spot. I wasn’t even sure if it made a difference, but I suspected the spirits bound to the coven would follow the orders of the first over the rest, which would make Nora dead last.

  Is that why they’d sent her to me, because I was considered an unpleasant task relegated to the one on the bottom rung? Nora’s power wasn’t any less than the rest, perhaps she’d been the last to join the coven?

  Nora said, “This is it, go activate the Renewal, you just need to channel pure water magic into each of the stones, you’ll know when to stop and move on. Start with the northern stone, then southeast and then the southwest one.”

  I said, “Be careful,” which got her to give me a shocked look, then she blushed at whatever she saw in my eyes. I didn’t trust the witches at all, except my mistress of course. In that moment, I couldn’t help but trust her, but I didn’t really understand that in the moment. It was all dreamlike in quality, the last twelve hours or so.

  I nodded and approached the circle, ignoring the looks of both curiosity and dismissal from the bitch pack. I mean, witch pack. I walked through the gap, not wanting to get too close to them. The way out wouldn’t be quite so easy to keep my distance, but there was plenty of room between them in a twenty-foot diameter circle. They’d have the spirits to worry about, so I doubted they’d pay me any mind.

  I knelt down and touched the first druid stone, and raw elemental water magic flowed out of my hand and started to fill the stone. I suspected they’d been set up to be triggered by water magic, with the knowledge that Rosaria would be the only one left outside of it. I felt resistance, and the stone started to glow. I took that as the obvious sign, and moved onto the next one.

  As I filled that one and it started to glow, a line of bright magic connected the two live stones, and I moved on to the third, careful to stand on the outside so I wouldn’t be standing in the spot the other two lines appeared, once I’d charged it. I assumed that was going to happen.

  And I was right. As soon as I’d fed it enough magic to glow, two more lines from there connected to the other two stones, and a powerful surge of magic, of all the elements, started to bounce from stone to stone. Before I could remove my hand.

  When the magic hit me, Nora’s mind control magic was blown out like a candle in a hurricane. The cloying and seductive sheath of magic around my mind slipped away like a scarf blown in the wind, and my will and control came rushing back.

  I pulled back my hand and rose, and I started to back out of the circle quickly, even as I struggled with what to do. I could sabotage their attempt, order Rosaria to destroy the circle, but all I could think about was how Nora warbled between gentle, sweet, and regretful the last twelve hours. The naked looks of longing and love, and of a woman torn in two about something.

  Yes, I was pissed about being mind controlled, but it was also the final piece in the puzzle. It was why she thought I’d send her away, how she could’ve made that promise and oath to stay until I’d sent her away. She wasn’t evil, and given the fact she and they hadn’t known me at all, it wasn’t even hard to understand why they’d come up with the plan. A plan to use their natural intrinsic magic to complete.

  A plan she’d felt honor bound to follow, despite her obvious reservations and regrets.

  Fuck, who was I kidding, the only reason I didn’t lose my mind and attack in that moment, was because I’d fallen for Nora as she’d fallen for me. Hard. She hadn’t faked her attraction, joy to submitting to me in the bedroom, or her growing affection. I had no idea what to do.

  Except, she’d just earned her second spanking.

  The problem with that was I’d never see her again. I couldn’t keep her, and take her from her coven. She may have grown to care and even held the beginnings of love for me, but she had also chosen her coven over me when she’d gone ahead with the plan. I had to let her go, and the possessive monster in my chest didn’t like that at all.

  There was also the matter of the renewal, the stones were pulsing with multicolored bright lights in an ever increasing rate, as it bounced from stone to stone. It was almost blinding, which is why I didn’t pick out the faint glowing light in the exact center of the stones until it started to pulse brightly as well. It grew larger, as it grew brighter, and was a scintillating rotating swirl of all the colors of the five elements. It was breathtaking.

  I beckoned Rosaria, and she was at my side in a flash.

  “I’m back, my mind is my own. Should we stop them? Does it matter to us?”

  Rosaria hesitated, then said, “It matters, if you want to preserve Nora’s life. This plan of theirs is suicidal.”

  I frowned, “How?”

  Rosaria said, “I warned her, and she didn’t listen. That the most powerful of the powers and principalities follow power for a reason. A coven too small or not powerful enough could be burnt out and be destroyed, their bodies turned to ash in an instant of white-hot fire and heat when the bond and surge occurs. They might be powerful enough to claim three, maybe four of the most powerful, any more than that and they will all die in quick succession, like dominos falling. Their bodies won’t be able to contain all the magic of the active bonds. Not even the largest known coven in this world could bond all the major and second tier spirits.”

  “How could they not know that?”

  Rosaria replied, “A lot of the lore was lost during the inquisition, I doubt when bonding a minor spirit they even noticed the surge of magic that flooded them. It’d be too small and subtle to be considered a danger, none of them were alive since the last time a major power or principality was bonded to a witch coven.”

  The spinning vortex of light started to open, and I knew we’d run out of time.

  I acted, and it did nothing.

  “Stop them, if you can. Can you break the circle?”

  I knew I couldn’t. I’d tried, and the amount of power I could channel from Rosaria, well it felt like trying to cut a steel cable with a butter knife. I was a powerful druid, but there were nine witches and they were all powerful, and I was starting to suspect they’d somehow tied the circle into the druid stones to reinforce it.

  That’s the moment I truly learned why Rosaria had been considered a goddess. I hadn’t really thought it through, but Rosaria was a Fae, the strongest of the water nature spirits, with perhaps a handful of equals of her kind.

  The greatest water spirits were of the ocean, tidal waves, and the tides themselves. While a nymph may be able to flood whole cities from a river like the Mississippi, and a sprite might be able to flood a few backyards from a pond.

  It was why I’d win against any druid that had a water spirit of the nymph or sprite kind, but I was still limited even with that great power, but how long I could channel and how much I could channel at once without burning myself out.

  Rosaria could use all her power if it was appropriate. I understood she wouldn’t be creating tidal waves for fun, but she could if a true need or reason came up.

  Regardless, the blast of water magic was beyond my ability to measure, it was overwhelming in its power. Like standing next to a tidal wave sweeping past.

  Yet, even that wasn’t enough. The circle held to my disbelief.

  Rosaria said regretfully, “I can’t break it. I’m not just fighting the witches and their minor bonded spirits. They tied it to the druid stones, which are being powered by all the spirits currently in sanctuary.”

  The witches looked over at us with shock, and more than half with hatred and outrage that we’d dared interfere in their supposed moment of glory.

  The one in the prime position screamed, “Kill them!”

  Nora yelled, “No!” while three of the other witches did something.

  Storm clouds started to gather above us, while a blast of fire seemed to come out of nowhere above us, like an expanding and sparking cone. Similar to the one that had burned the inquisition agents arm, except a little bigger.

  Rosaria shook her head and a dome of blue energy appeared above us both, and the fire battered it, but hissed and steamed as if being doused in water. The barrage of lightning strikes that followed from the storm elemental was far more impressive, but equally ineffective.

  “You’re okay?”

  Rosaria smiled at me, “We’re fine.”

  I screamed at Nora, “You have to break the circle, you’ll all burn out!” then stared helplessly at her look of consternation and doubt, while the rest of her sisters impotently sent magic our way through the minor spirits, who had no chance in hell in breaking Rosaria’s shield.

  I’d have been worried they would destroy us, once they got the new spirits, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. All I could do was watch helplessly, as the gateway expanded wildly, but then snapped into place, order existed suddenly, where only twirling chaos had existed a moment before, and I knew the gateway and exit from the sanctuary back to the real world was complete.

  Small faeries with incandescent yet still translucent wings flew out first, followed by wild looking creatures, gnomes and salamanders, and sylphs, and so many I didn’t have a name for them. Then came the nature spirits, a procession of women so gorgeous and sensuous that Playboy would be jealous. They appeared for just a split second, then disappeared.

  Then more amorphous forms appeared, creatures without a body. Living flames, swirls of air, pockets of mist, glowing lights, and miniature sandstorms. The spirits of powers and principality.

  The witches cried out, and looked up in ecstasy as they bonded the first one. It was a wildly provocative thing, and despite myself because they were bitches, I felt myself stirring as they bound another spirit and cried out in pleasure. Presumably, they were reacting pleasurably to the surges of power, and they all looked incredibly seductive, lushly ripe, and hypnotizingly depraved.

  By the fourth cry of pleasure, they were sheened with sweat, dizzy with power and licentiousness, and their whole bodies looked to be vibrating on the edge of ecstasy.

  I’m a little ashamed to say I was at half-staff, but the fifth time killed the mood and made my balls shrivel up.

  They all cried out again, but that time in pleasured pain, and the head witch looked to go up in spontaneous combustion. She didn’t even have time to fall to the ground, her whole body was surrounded in a white nimbus of flames I felt the severe heat of from across the field, and then she was just gone. Nothing but ash blowing away in the wind.

  The second one followed quickly, then the third, as their screams became torturous, without a hint of pleasure remaining. It was horrific to see, and I couldn’t help but pull Rosaria to my side and pull her head to my chest, as if to protect her from the sight.

  Nora fell to the ground with a cry, as the fourth witch went up, and started to crawl to one of the five symbols. Fire. She was stiffened in pain, her back arched and not in a sexy way as her fingers clawed in the depths of her pain. It was clear she was trying to break the circle, but couldn’t gather the will or concentration required to do it, as the fifth witch went up in a pyre of white hot flames.

  The sixth witch went up a split second later, and I felt like I was going to throw up, but the stones also flashed and then grew dull as the light faded. The portal still open for the moment, but the stones now quiescent.

  “Break it!” I ordered.

  Another powerful tidal wave sized blast of water magic hit the circle, and it was torn apart in seconds. The magic just unravelling.

  But not in time to save the seventh witch. She hadn’t gone up in a pyre, but her body was blackened, and her eye sockets were empty in death. The eyeballs boiled away. It was just Nora and Kari left, and both of their bodies started to smoke.

  The rest of the spirits of powers and principalities disappeared, and the gateway slammed shut.

  The two witches stood on the precipice of going up in flames, despite the circle being down they must’ve bonded far too many spirits. Nora screamed and closed her eyes, and I thought she was dead, but then everything stilled and a blast of power exploded out from them flattening everything in its path. Save for Rosaria and I, who were inside some kind of magical dome shield of water magic. All the trees on the edge of the meadow however, had been knocked down and flattened, torn apart.