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"How big is this home?" the witch asked as we walked down the hall on the second floor.

"Don't know. Twelve-thousand square feet. Something like that."

"What could you ever need so much space for?"

"If you don't like the extra space, I'd be happy to toss your ass back in the basement."

She didn't respond to that, save for murmuring under her breath. But I couldn't make out the words.

"This room," I said, waving her into my bedroom. "Through there," I told her, nodding toward the open bathroom door. "No," I called when she went to close the door behind her. "You have to leave the door open." Her eyes blazed at that, her jaw getting tight. "Can't risk you trying to jump out the window, can we? Then we'd have to go back and take one of the other witches. Your mother, maybe," I suggested, enjoying the rage spreading across her face.

Her chin jerked up higher as she stood right there in the doorway, reaching up to undo the tie on her cloak, pushing it back off her shoulders.

I was frozen in the spot as her hands reached down, gathering the skirt of her dress, pulling it upward, baring her slender legs.

My cock stiffened as she kept drawing up the hem, exposing her naked pussy. I guess witches didn't wear underthings. My cock throbbed at that realization even as her hands kept pulling up the dress, showing the soft curve of hip, the slope of her smooth stomach. Then, finally, the swell of her breasts with their pink nipples just begging to be sucked and nipped.

Fuck.

My cock was throbbing for release as she jerked her chin even higher, then turned away, her round ass bouncing as she made her way to the bath, lowering herself down to hide herself before she figured out the faucets.

Witches didn't have running water in the woods.

"Oh!" she said a moment later when, I figured, she found the hot tap.

Then she let out a low, groaning sound as the water started to fill.

I shifted my position so that I could see the mirror over the sink, showing me the reflection of the witch as she leaned backward in the tub, reaching for a bar of soap in a dish that the old housekeeper must have put there.

The witch soaped it up in her hands then ran them down her body, circling over her breasts.

"Fuck," I hissed, reaching down to work my button and zipper free, then inside to free my hard cock, watching the witch bathe herself as I stroked, fantasizing about getting a taste of that sweet-smelling pussy, and feeling her wetness and tight walls around my cock.

I came harder than I think I had in decades.

Maybe ever.

It wasn't until I was done that I realized the witch must have been able to see me in the mirror like I had seen her. She had been watching me jerk-off while she bathed.

She should have been horrified.

But that almost looked like desire in her eyes...

Chapter Three

Lenore

I'd never seen a demon in the flesh.

Sure, there had been the man who brought me my food each day. If I remembered correctly, he'd called himself Minos.

But when he'd come down the stairs, he was in his human flesh.

Minos was striking in appearance. That was the only way I could describe him. He had unusual features that shouldn't have worked together, but somehow did.

He had a square face with deep indents under his cheekbones, a wide mouth, a thin, but proportionate nose, rounded eyes. He had long, dark hair. But the most striking feature of his face was the fact that he had one brown eye and one green. Yet both eyes seemed to have a hint of red in them, which was something I had never seen in humans or witches.

I wondered if it had something to do with being a demon.

But when this new demon came down the stairs, he had shed his human skin, and was partially changed into his demon form.

It should have been terrifying.

And it had been.

The talons, the horns, the strange reddish hint to his skin, the deep, grumbly quality to his voice, the forked tongue.

Terrifying, yes.

That was the point, after all.

To be scary.

But there was something else inside of me when I first laid eyes on him.

It was just as primal as fear.

But unexpected.

Warm instead of cold.

It was a heated sensation across my chest and down my stomach, dipping lower, culminating in a tingling sensation between my thighs.

We were a coven of women. There were no men in our coven. Sometime in our history, maybe during the Burning Times, maybe before, the history was murky, our High Priestesses decided men were a distraction from our purpose, from our powers.

As adults, after we were given our assignments, we were permitted to venture out of the woods to seek the company of men. In a superficial, physical way only.

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