Chapter 27: *"...we'll shift everyday and run."*
Rain sat on the sofa across from Lillian’s and breathed in, she loved how it always smelt in Lillian’s quarters. The scent of cinnamon and apples surrounded her and helped soothe the rest of her frazzled nerves.
“Here, have some of this tea.” Lillian said, grabbing her white porcelain teapot to pour some for Rain.
Rain loved Lillian's tea set, she thought it was beautiful. Painted on the teapot was a traditional Japanese garden with a lotus pond and a blooming cherry blossom tree.
The porcelain teacups were shaped like burgeoning lotus flowers, painted a pastel purple and blue. Inside the cup on the bottom, it was painted just like the center of a real lotus. The saucers the cups were placed on were shaped like the green lily pads that graced a lotus pond, painted that same dark green.
Next to the teapot and cups was a large plate that had several apple cinnamon pastries. The tea was a black spiced chai, considering the chill in the air, it was a good choice. Rain sweetened her tea with a couple of sugar cubes and a bit of cream.
“All the supplies are ready and accounted for, I have moved everything to the chamber in front of the underground tunnel.” Lillian told Rain.
Rain nodded her head, feeling relieved that this part of their plan was going smoothly at least. The supplies Lillian referred to were the satchels they had made and bespelled to carry the other goods they would need. Each person fleeing would receive one of the satchels with a space spells, and items they would need for their long journey already inside.
They would also receive a cloak that looked made out of a burlap sack but would veil them by casting an illusion as well as keep out the elements. To protect everyone’s feet they would be given calf high moccasins, bespelled to protect against the elements and would prevent their footsteps from making noise as they traveled.
“I pray the Moon goddess looks upon us all favorably tonight as we make our escape.” Rain said in a serious tone.
“From your lips to the Moon Goddesses ears, let's hope the words reach her.” Lillian said, trying to give Rain some comfort.
“You’ll be using a lot of magic, are you up for it?” Rain asked with concern.
“I may be more than a few centuries old, but that does not mean I’m ready for the boneyard.” Lillian said in a huff, taking a sip of her tea.
Rain let out a soft laugh. “Is this your way of telling me not to worry?” she asked, amusement in her tone.
Lillian let out a delicate sounding snort. “Of course, it is. I’m still amazingly resilient and have only gained power with age. I’m not decrepit yet.”
Rain smiled, amused by Lillian's animated reaction to her concern. “Okay Master Lillian, I didn’t mean to insult you.”
Lillian let out another delicate snort and just lifted her cup and saucer to drink more of her tea instead of speaking. Smiling, Rain did the same, and they polished off the pastries and the pot of tea. As they did, Rain fell deep into her thoughts.
Rain thought about how strange it was for her to be able to enjoy this kind of moment inside the Black Magic Coven. Rain’s status was as a slave of the Black Magic Coven, the unwanted mongrel of the Head Witch of the Coven. Yet here she was, drinking tea and eating pastries with the Coven’s Librarian.
A pleasant sounding chiming came from the clock on the mantle above Lillian’s fireplace. The sound filled Rain with a host of complicated emotions. Lillian turned to look at Rain, a worried and sad expression on her face.
“It’s time.” Rain said with a sigh.
Lillian nodded, her gaze downcast. “It is.”
The two were reluctant to part, but Rain couldn’t delay her departure. Otherwise, she would draw attention, and that was the last thing she wanted.
*“Tonight, is the night.”* Rain said to Hope as she made her way back through the servants passage out of the library.
*“I can’t wait till we're free.”* Hope responded. *“Then we can shift, and I’ll be able to run.”*
Rain felt her heart clench, inside the Black Magic Coven it was too dangerous for them to shift. If caught, they would take Hope from Rain. *“I promise, once we're out of here, we’ll shift every day and run.”*
Hope was silent for a moment, overwhelmed with emotion. *“Thank you.”*
Rain and Hope’s conversation ended as a loud voice suddenly boomed. “ALL SLAVES BACK TO YOUR CELLS NOW! SERVANTS NOT ASSIGNED TO THE CEREMONY BACK TO YOUR QUARTERS NOW! ANYONE WHO IS LATE AND UNACCOUNTED FOR WILL BECOME A SACRIFICE!”
Rain picked up her pace and ran to the servants entrance of the Mansion. Once in the corridor leading to the basement, Rain lined up with the rest of the slaves being counted as they were taken down to their cells.
The loud booming warning that had made Rain run was repeated a total of three times, with one minute between each shouted message. It wasn’t long after that they were all locked up in their cells. Hidden on a string around Rain’s waist under her dress, was the key she had taken from Lucius that morning.
Rain sighed, now, all there was to do was wait four hours before they made their escape.
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Jack, wearing a silk floor length black robe, smoked a clove cigarette by the open balcony doors of his suite. The moon was out, surrounded by clouds. A gentle breeze blew through the room, bringing with it the scent of incense, blood, and sex.
On Jack’s four poster bed lay an entwined Sarah and Lucius. Sarah’s back was covered in bloody lines from the whip Jack had used on her as she sucked Lucius’s cock. Afterwards, he let Sarah use her knives on Lucius. As he was a masochist, Lucius got off on every fiery slice of Sarah’s blades.
Jack, being a sadist, had gotten off on it all, now his two lovers were passed out on the bed after hours of sex. Jack took in another drag of his cigarette deep into his lungs, then let out one long stream of clove scented smoke to mix in with all the other scents of the room. Despite all this, Jack’s mind was elsewhere, on a red haired mongrel he rejected as his fated mate.
One hand clenched into a tight fist, Jack was fine when Rain would have just remained a slave and a blood mule for the Head Witch of the Black Magic Coven. Now that Rain was to be put into the breeding program, it was no longer fine. How could he allow anyone but himself to breed with her?
Even though he rejected her as his fated mate, she was still his possession. Jack took another drag, feeling like he needed it now just to help him maintain his self control. Any male that desired to touch Rain would have to get Jack’s permission first. Jack would have to address this issue with the Head Coven Witch after the ceremony was over.
Jack finished his cigarette and put it out in the ashtray that sat on top of a stool next to the balcony doors. Jack continued to lean one shoulder against one of the open doors and brood. Until he felt a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and small pert breasts pressed into his back.
Sarah let out a moan of pleasure as she rubbed herself against him. Sarah’s hands started to explore his abdomen, her fingers lightly rubbing up and down the line created by the tightly packed muscles there. When Jack offered no protest to Sarah’s amorous touch, she got bolder, sliding her hand down to grip his already hardened cock.
Noise from the bed had Jack looking that way with a half lidded gaze. Lucius had shifted onto his back and was watching them with desire in his eyes. Jack watched as Lucius's cock hardened, Jack’s had hardened to the point of leaking in Sarah’s soft hands. Jack had satisfied his sadistic needs earlier, now it was time he satisfied his other sexual urges.
With that in mind he crocked his finger at Lucius, then pointed to the spot directly in front of him. By the way Lucius licked his lips, Jack could tell Lucius knew what he wanted. Lucius slid off of the bed to the floor in a fluid motion that spoke of seduction, then he crawled across the floor to kneel in front of Jack.
Jack’s gaze had gone from hot to blazing with desire as he watched. Digging one hand into Lucius’s hair, and with Sarah’s hands now massaging his balls, shove his cock all the way down Lucius’s throat. Sarah let out a squeal of pleasure and jumped against Jack’s back.
Lucius had reached between Jack’s legs and shoved his fingers into Sarah’s still dripping pussy. As Jack fucked Lucius’s mouth, continuously shoving his cock deep into Lucius’s throat, he fantasized about Rain.
He wanted to bind Rain in leather to his bed, her thighs forcefully held open, and her mouth gagged. Wanted to watch tears of desperation pour down Rain’s cheek as he took turns with Lucius and two others pumping her so full of seed it would pour out her pussy and down, her thighs.
This fantasy had Jack shoving his cock deep into Lucius’s throat, holding him there as he came with a roar of satisfaction. Once done, Jack pulled Lucius off his cock. Reaching behind him, he grabbed Sarah and threw her onto the bed, Sarah landed on her back with a sequel.
“Fuck her pussy hard, fill her with your seed and make her squeal while you do.” Jack ordered, reaching for another clove cigarette and lighting it.
Leaning back against the balcony door he smoked and watched the show.