Chapter 55

Chapter 55










Jenna’s eyes moistened with sadness as she heard about the alpha’s daughter being kidnapped by the ferals. Just like her, she knew about Elizabeth's love of a mature man; she heard news from time to time, and she thought she and the young Elizabeth weren't any different at all, but her life wasn't full of rainbows and sunshine even though she was a daughter of well-known ancestry.

When Jenna turned eighteen, it was agreed upon by her parents that she should be tutored in the ways of witchcraft and werewolf politics by Lord Ernest, the eldest seer of their coven, better known by his title, Lord Ernest. She was the only daughter of her parents and the leader of their coven, and education was their main goal. To educate her about their kind and their attachment to the werewolves and the human politician.







Eventually breaking free of her mother's authoritarian leverage, Jenna took satisfaction in the opportunity to spend some time with a man. Her crush. The fact that Lord Ernest was some thirty years her senior didn't trouble her. She was starting to learn—behaving towards her was so much more tolerant than her mother and the stringent nursemaid she'd survived during adolescence. They were lenient with manipulation too.







Lord Ernest was a desirable diplomat and known as a womanising scoundrel. Coaching the untrained witches was to become the zenith of his profession. He would visit her for two hours each day, and Jenna took satisfaction in their discussions. No surprise that rumours scattered around the witches' village that the randy old lord was enticing his adolescent protégé. In truth, it was the other way around! Ernest was an attractive middle-aged man with a carriageload of charm. But with young Jenna, he was always the complete cavalier, despite being strongly attracted to her.







Young Jenna had developed an apple-sized passion for the lord and determined the time had come for him to urge her into other things—not just witches and human politics! Nevertheless, a virgin and innocent, the young witch was not in any way shy. She'd seen his father and his lover—now she needed to do the things she'd noticed them secretly committing.







"Good morning, young Jenna!" Lord Ernest announced as he appeared for her everyday class.







How ravishing Ernest looks with those sideburns! And oh, but today he wears tight riding breeches! She thought. Not since the human lord had she witnessed such an excellent bulge on display.







Putting in a boring-looking leather-bound book in front of her, he peeled his coat and bobbed at a maid who brought him a cup of coffee.







"Today I think I should educate you about adjournment," Lord Ernest announced. "What do you say to that, young miss?"







"I politely refuse," Jenna answered back. "I'd incline towards it if you taught me about witch's coitus and carnal knowledge."







Lord Ernest almost stifled his coffee. "I beg your pardon, milady?"







Young Jenna took an intense breath. "I am no longer a youngster, Ernest. I am a woman. You've been my devoted educator for five months now. I have grown so greatly fond of you. I treasure every moment we spend together. I can think of nothing when I lie in bed except for you making love to me, milord."







Lord Ernest smacked his forehead. He had an impression this might occur. He'd been with so many women over the years; how could he have neglected the hints?







"Milady, I am, I'm incredibly proud of and all, but this is an improper conversation. You do comprehend what you've just confessed? I'm so much older than you! Jenna, dear."







"I have never been more confident of what I just announced. And do not deign me, milord. I used up my whole adolescence being favoured by my mama. I am unmarried and you are too, yes?"







"Well, widowed, yes."







"I see no rationale why we can't be intimate and cosy with each other, and I don't care that you're much older than I. I need you to educate me on things, both private and carnal."







"Jenna, you are not just any woman, but the future mother of this coven. Secondly, I reckon one's first time is too unique to waste. It should be with one's genuine affection. You shall be wedded to a firstborn son of the other coven when you are ready. Only he can be the one to seize your womanliness. And be the father of your offspring. Believe me, on this, you must wait." He explained this even though he had expanded a blustering erection.







The young witch thought about this for a while. He was true, of course. But it wasn't what she expected to learn.







"Could I perhaps just taste your shaft?" she implored as she raised her brow. Once again, Lord Ernest gasped for his coffee and poured the cup this time. He dried his mouth and stood up. She surely did want this. "Oh, rush it all," he whispered. "Alright, you little witch. You've got fairly too much enthusiasm for your years, haven't you? Let's put that to the experiment, shall we? Let's see how you truly cope with a man's equipment up close."







"Oh, yes, milord! I'm ready!" Oral copulation was a faultlessly favourable midpoint.







Lord Ernest closed the door; heaven forbid, a housekeeper came in. "Alright, milady, come over here. One and kneel before me." She instantly did as persuaded. Lord Ernest unbuttoned his breeches. Young Jenna was shuddering with passion. She recalled his father's paramour. Massage it gradually and gently, and keep her teeth out of the way. She told herself. Lord Ernest brought out his shaft. It was enormous, large, and had distinguished veins.







"What do you think, milady?" He smirked, wondering if the spectacle of it had been irresistible.







"It's magnificent, milord!" Without further fuss, she took it in her hands. Once again, her mere bravery amazed him. He was satisfied just to let her evaluate it approximately. She was absolutely enchanted, as though she were clenching some valuable artefact. She gently ran her fingers over the veiny trunk; it shivered slightly at her touch.







"It's so massive—this would certainly harm me if it were to penetrate me."







"Ah!" Ernest moaned at the comment about "penetrating." He wondered how much longer he could hold back. "Jenna, it would sting. The first time is always unbearable for the woman. But it lessens soon afterwards, once you get used to being compressed, to put it mildly."







"Oh, I reckon it is Milord." She proceeded to stroke his trunk. "I wonder if I can fit it in." Then she cleared her mouth as broad as she could and deep-throated him.







"Oh goodness me!" Lord Ernest moaned. "Heavenly, milady!"







Jenna was thrilled. She was doing it exactly! Just like her father's mistress had done, she sucked as hard as she could. Lord Ernest gulped as he felt her soft little fingers rubbing his balls. This young maiden was completely something else, and he had entirely underestimated her. Jenna's head was going back and forth like a fiddler's elbow. He had to put his hands on the desk behind him to restrain himself. He'd been deep-throated many times, but never as promising as this. He was about to finish and wondered if he ought to advise her. "Jenna, I'm about to release it," he sputtered. Her groans sent him over the edge, and he came into her mouth. The young witch felt her mouth surging with a salty-tasting juice. She gulped it all up shortly.

"That was tasty, milord. Is there any more?"







Lord Ernest was amazed. "Not right now, my dear! A man needs a bit of rest first!

"Did I please you enough?" she inquired.

"Milady, I haven't encountered pleasure like that for a very long time. You were amazing."

She was delighted. "Can we do this again soon?"







It was fair to say that the young witch and Lord Ernest couldn't wait for the next day to arrive. Indeed, the soon-to-be leader of the coven enjoyed their following appointment. "Milord!" She gulped when he entered the parlour for her daily homework. "I have been excited and craving imagining about you all night. I confess, I scarcely napped at all!"







"Milady, I felt the same! You are so very talented. I stress you must proceed with this workout on the British legitimate policy before we enjoy our other training. If I don't teach you this."







Jenna sought. "Oh, but learning about witches' pasts and laws is so dreadfully boring. We are not fascinated. I'd rather be examining what's inside your breeches!"







"You'll make a fellow flush with a discussion like that! Very well, a compromise. Just lecture diligently for half an hour, and then you can get your hands inside me again!"







Jenna conceded. "Yes, Milord!"







The homework hour appeared to drag on for an eternity! She kept glancing at the grandfather's timepiece in the corner. She spooned her pen in the inkwell as Lord Ernest exercised her with spontaneous topics on witches' common rules and other things. She resolved all the problems correctly. Ernest checked his pocket watch. "You've reviewed well, milady. The witch's rules homework is over for today." He sipped his cup of coffee. "And now, we may relinquish more desirable things!"

Jenna stood up and rushed towards him, hurling her arms around his abdomen. "Oh, I announce! Steady on. Let us go somewhere a little less conventional than here in the study parlours. There's a delightful small foyer just over here...with a chaise couch in it."

"I quite agree; let's go in there, milord!" Jenna mumbled, seizing his hand. Rather than him leading her, she was the one overseeing him. Lord Ernest slowly heeded. There was something enormously stimulating about being monopolised by a woman—and a much younger one at that.


They entered the small foyer, and Ernest shut down the door. She gave him a look that reminded him of the look a werewolf gives a prey that's been cornered. "Well, milady, I am at your mercy. What do you want for me?" His shaft hurt against his breeches.







"First, milord, I want you to kiss me. Kiss me passionately. Not just some quick chaste kiss like one provides when welcoming a friend. I need a decent kiss." Lord Ernest nodded. "I see. A reasonable kiss. I should try not to disappoint you, milady!"







"Yes," she mumbled. "Just like my father did to his mistress."







"I beg your pardon?" the man raised a brow.







She put her hand in her mouth. "Oh, my stupid mouth. I should not have let that happen."







"It's alright. I shan't say a word. "You're referring to your father's mistress?"







"A few months back, I saw the two of them together. It was dreadfully wrong of me to watch, I realise. But I just had to know how they did it."







Lord Ernest smiled. "I understand. I can't say I criticise you. You must've felt suppressed growing up. I have had dealings with the youngsters. I take it, you saw fairer than just kissing?"







"I saw him thrusting away like an animal in heat," Jenna proudly clamoured. "It was an intriguing event to behold!"







Lord Ernest lifted an eyebrow. "Silence!" He was amazed. "That must be where she gets it from," he thought. "She's inherited her father's simmering libido. The young man's face glistened with sorrow. "Poor, dear father. He fell ill in the night. I was notified he wouldn't live much longer."







Lord Ernest put his hands on her shoulders. "It's true, milady. The sun is about to set on his time as leader of this coven. But he was old when he came to the leadership, Jenna. He's been a great leader. He's had a long life—a very happy life. This village has been extensively expanded thanks to his time as the leader. Look at all the tremendous rules that he's passed in his short ten-year supremacy. Slavery has been eliminated. Less crime in the village. And thanks to him reaching out to ordinary human citizens, he's governed to overturn the harm caused by his predecessor. So do not feel too unhappy, milady. He understands you'll make a marvellous mother of this coven. And you shall."

"Kiss me, milord," Jenna asked.

And Lord Ernest pulled the young witch close and kissed her with such enthusiasm that she nearly went limp in his arms. As more weeks passed, they enjoyed kisses and oral sex—both giving and receiving—on a daily basis. Jenna had developed a lifelong obsession for sucking shafts.

By the end of the month, the unavoidable occurred, and her beloved father passed away. At his bedside were his wife and her one and only daughter, Jenna. After that, life moved fast for Jenna. She was the future leader of the coven. The classes with Lord Ernest had to come to an end, for a union with an adequate son of the nearby coven was already being organised.

"Milady," Lord Ernest announced at their last meeting. "I hope that I have educated you well in all you hold dear."

"In every way, milord, and how dreadfully I should have missed being able to have you!"

"Your future husband shall fulfil your desires in that department," he chuckled. He bade her adieu as the future leader headed off to meet a young suitor from the nearby coven.

But, sadly, before their union, the war had commenced, many of her covens had died, and their mansion had been burned, as had her future husband. She hid in the woods. Since then, witches have been hunted by human hunters and feral wolves at the same time.