Chapter 16

I needed to get back into the attic. The secret to the castle spirits was hiding there. I knew it was. If I could just get over the desire that clouded my senses, I would uncover the truth.

Christien had gone back into town to study land records and see if anything stood out about this area that could explain the ghostly activity and power. I was left wandering the house, restless and annoyed that I couldn’t do more.

I could feel the attic calling to me. I knew it was the one place I would find answers.

So I grounded myself and attempted to cast a protective spell around me. It probably wouldn’t work. Even though strong witch blood coursed through my veins, my skills at spell-casting were underwhelming. Christien had been teaching me the basics about being a witch. Not an easy chore with him being a vampire. When we stayed in one place long enough his witch friends would tutor me, and give me lessons in Witchcraft 101. I was a slow study. Toddlers were better at magic than I.

But I did the best I could and proceeded to the attic.

This time, I felt no fear, no intense need to retreat the attic seemed entirely welcoming. As if it opened up and hugged me. And then the hug turned to a caress. My clothes disappeared as I sank onto the bed. The restraints and cuffs found their way around my wrists and ankles.

I was naked, spread eagle, and waiting anxiously for everything that was to come.

A naked woman formed out of the shadows. Intoxicatingly beautiful, dark hair, dark eyes, ruby red lips, large firm breasts…it was Mary Radcliff.

“Mary?” I asked, panting with need as she came closer. I was so wet, so eager for anything.

“Hello, my precious. You’ve been looking for me?” Her voice was husky and musical… a blend of sex, magick, and fine wine.

“Aching for you,” I responded breathily.

“Well, I am here now, my sweet. Ready to please you, to give you pleasure and take your desire into me.”

She crawled onto the bed, crawling over me, her body grazing mine seductively. She teased me until her full breasts came to rest on top of mine. She grabbed the blue stone cock off the stand and licked it. She pushed it into her mouth, her full red lips stretching over it. I moaned, begging for it. Begging for her.

“Do you crave my beautiful stone phalluses? They are magick. They absorb the desire, the need, and the beautiful release of anyone they are used on and then power it into me, into this house, into this land. Once they were used in ancient sex rituals for fertility and prosperity, but now I use them to keep my home filled with desire.”

Her breath tickled my neck as she caressed my body with the lapis lazuli phallus. She worked her way down my body, rubbing against my tender flesh. The stone cock was heated from her mouth and left a scorching trail from my neck to the opening between my legs. She stopped there and teased, trailing it around my opening, caressing my folds. She put the shaft down and used her hands to open me wide, moaning when she found my wetness inside.

“You are so beautiful, so wet, so full of desire. I will enjoy giving you pleasure and feeding on your release. Some people are only appetizers; you will be an entire four-course meal.” Her mouth found my clit; she kissed it sweetly before her tongue began to drive me wild. I bucked, pulling and thrashing against the restraints but I couldn’t get away. Not that I wanted to.

Her tongue dipped into my wetness, twirling in circles and driving me completely mad. Oh, goddess I craved more. I wanted to be stretched and penetrated. She answered my silent plea by pushing the lapis shaft into me, the smoothness stretched and filled me. But I wanted more. I moaned and she responded by pulling out the lapis shaft and filling me with the thick black stone cock. I cried out with an intense orgasm as it slid inside me. But she wouldn’t stop thrusting. I could feel my orgasms being pulled from me, being sucked into the unrelenting pleasure onslaught of the stone phalluses.

I wanted more; I wanted more sex. I wanted all the sexual things that were possible. Mary seemed to read my mind as she turned her body into a sixty-nine position and placed her beautiful pussy on my face. I greedily licked her wetness, tasting her need. I wished my hands were free; I wanted to touch her, be inside her.

Again, the woman must have read my mind because my restraints disappeared.

She answered my thoughts, “In this place, you are awarded with what you crave. Whatever you sexually desire, it will become your reality. That is the gift of my magick. My magic gives as much as it receives. It is a circle of pleasure, of give and take. Please take all that I can give. I want you to experience great joy, LizBeth. You are so very special. Let the pleasure awaken your power.”

My need was so great, I spread her wide and dipped my finger inside her. I wanted to do more. I pushed her over so that she was lying down, and I buried my face into her pussy; I pushed two, then three fingers deep into her. She moaned and thrashed under me as I sucked her clit gently while fingering her heated hole.

I wished Christien was here to share this amazing experience. And of course, suddenly he was.

“Ma chérie, what have you gotten yourself into?” I heard him exclaim.

I looked up with a come-hither smile, “I found Mary. Please join us.”

His clothes were ripped off with vampire speed and suddenly he was behind me sliding his rigid cock into my wet pussy. All of my desires were being fulfilled. All of my wishes were being granted.

As my darling vampire fucked me from behind I went back to licking Mary’s delicious cunt. She tasted of honey and raspberries, so sweet and delectable. I couldn’t get enough. I licked and sucked, fingered, and fucked.

Then I grabbed the massive black shaft and penetrated her with it. The room filled with lightning as she threw back her head and screamed a release. Ghosts filled the room. It became a spectral orgy. The intensity pulsed through my body, making me crave such delightful sins.

I put my mouth back over her quivering flesh and sucked at her clit as she cried out once more. Her body quivered and rocked; she trembled with orgasm after orgasm. The ghosts surrounded her, covered her. Hands, mouths, all working to pleasure their mistress, to pleasure their Priestess but I suddenly knew what she needed most was a real live cock -a flesh and blood penis to complete the ritual and pump power back into her, into the house.

I sat up and moved away from her body and pulled Christien’s cock from inside me. “Fuck her,” I said to Christien.

Shock rippled through him. I felt his doubt. I felt his pain, he had no desire to cheat on me. “It’s not cheating. I want you to fuck her, she needs a flesh-and-blood penis to complete the ritual. I know this, I feel it. And I crave the sight of you inside her.”

“Are you sure?” he asked quietly, his cock was rigid and ready, bouncing with anticipation. My pussy clenched with each bounce. I needed his shaft inside her as much as she did.

“Yes, please do her for me.”

He kissed me passionately and then moved between her legs while I watched. I grabbed the black stone phallus. Mary’s legs spread wide to accommodate him. She smiled and moaned as his long, thick cock slid into her. He spread her wide, and she took every single inch. I took every single inch of the black phallus, impaling myself upon the thick shaft. When Christien’s cock was fully buried inside Mary, and the black shaft had disappeared deep inside me we all came together with the ghosts swirling around us. A complete orgy of sex and magic culminated in an explosion of orgasm and lightning. The power boomed throughout the room as sparks and bolts of lightning filled the darkness.

Then everything went black.