CURVY LIKE A
WITCH
By Sage Domini
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One night a year the witches
of Phoenix House are allowed to fulfill pleasures of the flesh.
Curvy witch Celeste is determined to make this Halloween a night of
ecstasy to sustain her. When the brooding werewolf Draco decides to
fulfill her need, their hours of fevered lust will shatter all that
Celeste thought she knew about pleasure. …
Adults only! Story contains scenes of HOT
sexual exploits between a BBWitch and the powerful alpha werewolf
determined to possess every part of her, even if just for one
night.
A ttendance at Mother Alma’s meeting in the cavernous lobby was
a requirement. She would never open the doors until she had issued
her warnings. The anticipation was almost palpable as the towering
wall clock inched closer to six pm. The first timers were clustered
in a tight pack to my left. Mentally I pushed them back as their
bodies buzzed and undulated too close.
“Hey,” complained one, a fussy girl
named Beth who was not well liked. But tonight even Beth’s usually
plain face held the ruddy glow of fevered excitement and I
regretted my brief annoyance. I well remembered the first Halloween
I was of age here at Phoenix House. The thrill was almost too much
for one body. An entire wicked evening unbound by the witch laws,
free to explore those pleasures longed for and dreamed of the
entire year. Tonight even the witches well worn with years beamed
radiantly.
Mother Alma raised her arms, rising
from the ground slightly. The train of her black gown covered her
feet and made her seem ever more the ominous wraith. No one knew
how many years she had lived. Some said she was older than mankind.
Really, she needn’t have bothered with her flapping theatrics. None
among the energized crowd were listening. Anyway, if a witch did
not know her responsibilities by her first Halloween then she was
likely a lost cause.
The youthful novitiates stirred loudly
but were instantly silenced by a dark glare from Mother Alma. I
felt nearly as impatient but would not budge until the doors
opened. One of the girls sighed.
It had been only a few short years
since I had reached my own milestone of twenty one years, the age
at which it became possible to participate in Halloween. The ticks
of the clock echoed in my blood. The night would be all too short.
They would all be out tonight, of course. Witches were not alone in
celebrating Halloween. The wolves, the vampires, and even the grim
goblins would rejoice in the freedom of the night. But this was not
a worry. It was highly unlikely any would violate the Halloween
laws. No humans were to be harmed or consequences would
ensue.
Mother Alma ignored the younger girls
who were trying to blend into the grand staircase. They would not
be leaving for the night. They would be practicing their grim
lessons behind the doors of the darkened hallways of Phoenix House
and dreaming of the Halloween when they would come of
age.
Mother Alma surveyed us coolly. “My
daughters. In three minutes it will be Halloween evening. Your
release will last for six hours exactly. If you have not returned
by the strike of one minute past midnight, you will suffer
banishment from Phoenix House, from your sisters, and from all the
power of the craft.” A low murmur rippled through the crowd. Though
history said it had happened before, a witch had never suffered
banishment since I had arrived at Phoenix House.
Mother Alma was speaking to me.
“Sister Celeste,
WITCH
By Sage Domini
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personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given
away to other people. If you would like to share this book with
another person, please purchase an additional copy for each
recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or
it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to
Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting
the hard work of this author.
Cover Image courtesy of luigidiamanti/
FreeDigitalPhotos.net
One night a year the witches
of Phoenix House are allowed to fulfill pleasures of the flesh.
Curvy witch Celeste is determined to make this Halloween a night of
ecstasy to sustain her. When the brooding werewolf Draco decides to
fulfill her need, their hours of fevered lust will shatter all that
Celeste thought she knew about pleasure. …
Adults only! Story contains scenes of HOT
sexual exploits between a BBWitch and the powerful alpha werewolf
determined to possess every part of her, even if just for one
night.
A ttendance at Mother Alma’s meeting in the cavernous lobby was
a requirement. She would never open the doors until she had issued
her warnings. The anticipation was almost palpable as the towering
wall clock inched closer to six pm. The first timers were clustered
in a tight pack to my left. Mentally I pushed them back as their
bodies buzzed and undulated too close.
“Hey,” complained one, a fussy girl
named Beth who was not well liked. But tonight even Beth’s usually
plain face held the ruddy glow of fevered excitement and I
regretted my brief annoyance. I well remembered the first Halloween
I was of age here at Phoenix House. The thrill was almost too much
for one body. An entire wicked evening unbound by the witch laws,
free to explore those pleasures longed for and dreamed of the
entire year. Tonight even the witches well worn with years beamed
radiantly.
Mother Alma raised her arms, rising
from the ground slightly. The train of her black gown covered her
feet and made her seem ever more the ominous wraith. No one knew
how many years she had lived. Some said she was older than mankind.
Really, she needn’t have bothered with her flapping theatrics. None
among the energized crowd were listening. Anyway, if a witch did
not know her responsibilities by her first Halloween then she was
likely a lost cause.
The youthful novitiates stirred loudly
but were instantly silenced by a dark glare from Mother Alma. I
felt nearly as impatient but would not budge until the doors
opened. One of the girls sighed.
It had been only a few short years
since I had reached my own milestone of twenty one years, the age
at which it became possible to participate in Halloween. The ticks
of the clock echoed in my blood. The night would be all too short.
They would all be out tonight, of course. Witches were not alone in
celebrating Halloween. The wolves, the vampires, and even the grim
goblins would rejoice in the freedom of the night. But this was not
a worry. It was highly unlikely any would violate the Halloween
laws. No humans were to be harmed or consequences would
ensue.
Mother Alma ignored the younger girls
who were trying to blend into the grand staircase. They would not
be leaving for the night. They would be practicing their grim
lessons behind the doors of the darkened hallways of Phoenix House
and dreaming of the Halloween when they would come of
age.
Mother Alma surveyed us coolly. “My
daughters. In three minutes it will be Halloween evening. Your
release will last for six hours exactly. If you have not returned
by the strike of one minute past midnight, you will suffer
banishment from Phoenix House, from your sisters, and from all the
power of the craft.” A low murmur rippled through the crowd. Though
history said it had happened before, a witch had never suffered
banishment since I had arrived at Phoenix House.
Mother Alma was speaking to me.
“Sister Celeste,
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