I moaned, barely cognoscente of the reality of the situation. All I wanted was for the hands to touch me and fulfill me. Then I saw Alexi’s face above mine. He was clothed in a red robe, open at the neck, the hood back. He was nude and magnificent. He held a long dagger above me body and made precise motions over my bound form. His voice rose loud above the chanting in a counter chant. There was a great crescendo of voices.
I saw out of the corner of my eye, a figure holding a long metal stick with a red-hot, glowing end. Before I could react, the hot metal touched the flesh of my side. I screamed. But the hands rubbed the oil over the burn, and the pain subsided.
Alexi climbed atop me— his face an intense stare that bore down into the depths of my soul. I smelled his scent, the burning of my own flesh, the exotic oils that covered my entire body. I was entranced. The world tilted into velvety darkness, and all I knew was the animal passion in his eyes. I felt energy pulsate from the brand throughout my body as Alexi’s lips touched mine. The hardness of his cock pressed against the soft flesh between my legs. I was oiled from head to toe, and he slipped inside me easily. His red robe fell over our bodies.
There was a low, guttural chant that followed the rhythm of Alexi’s rocking hips. His mouth pressed against mine, our tongues darting and colliding. I let him enfold me. He tore at my body with the full strength of an unchained beast. My bound hands and legs chaffed from the strain of his pounding. I drifted, my body an object of worship, of ritual, of pleasure and pain. Sensation pulsed through my body. I could not think, or breath, or internalize the reality of space and time. I floated on the pleasure of waving climax. Alexi was my anchor; his cock was my rudder. He directed; he guided me along the rocky shore toward safe harbor.
When he withdrew he spilled his seed across my belly, and the group rubbed it into me. The smell and feeling of his fluid rubbed into my skin sent me even further into the dream.
The hands unbound me, moving me. They placed me on my knees in a new position in the room. My arms were tied above my head as I kneeled on the floor. There was a cock in my face, it was not Alexi’s, but I could feel Alexi's hand wrapped around my chin. The hands continued to caress me. I opened my mouth to moan, and the cock was inside of me. Women kneeled around me, kissing my body, tweaking my nipples and flicking my clit. The man above slowly thrust into my mouth while another held my head.
A third man knelt behind me, lifting my ass off the floor and onto his lap. I felt the cock slide inside my pussy, and I moaned against the cock in my mouth. A slender hand reached to fill my asshole. I burst into orgasm. Hands squeezed my tits. I saw out of the corner of my eye that men were around me stroking themselves over my naked flesh. A woman’s hand flicked at my clit, sending further shockwaves of through my body.
The man in my mouth exploded on my chest, and another took his place. Chanting started again as the man behind me increased his intensity. I was an animal of lust— a creature of passion. They could have my body to use in their dark art because I was becoming at one with them. I wanted them all to take me. The man behind me came on my back, and they rubbed his semen into my body and around my ass hole. Then the men all stood and jerked themselves over me. I heard the sound of women moaning in climax and saw them fingering each other behind the standing men.
Then the sharp pain of branding pinched at my back. I screamed, and jizz rained down on my body, soaking my skin and hair. The brand was rubbed with oil and cum, before the crowd withdrew and stood in a circle around me. They held hands; heads bowed, chanting softly in Russian. They blew out the candles, and my mind went blank.
Chapter Six
I woke up in my bed in Victor’s mansion. I shot up and looked around. My mind was clear, and the brands ached on my side and back. I slid the camisole I wore aside and looked at the mark on my torso. It just looked like a small X about half an inch in height. The skin around it was puffy and angry red. I winced looking at it and slid out of bed to look into the mirror that hung over the dressing table. I craned my neck and lifted the camisole to study my back. On my spine was a tiny square on its side with a right angle pointing downward.
They’d gone through a lot of trouble for such innocent-looking symbols. They weren’t nearly as intricate as the ones on Alexi’s chest and arms. I went to look out the tall windows that overlooked the gardens below. The day was dawning bright, and yellow light lay across the grounds. The gardens were alive with colorful flowers, and a flock of birds lifted from the lawn and into the sky. I felt fresh and free, remembering everything that had happened. It didn't bother me one bit. In fact, it made me feel alive and ablaze with new knowledge of myself.
I backed away from the window and went to shower. On the bathroom counter was a small bottle of oil with a note attached to it. It read: “Rub salve into brands.” I did as the note advised and then took a shower. The hot water burned on my branded skin, and when I got out I rubbed the salve on again. I dressed in a loose-fitting maxi dress and went to knock on Alexi’s door. He was not inside. I heard voices from the dining room and went to find their source. When I entered the dining room, the room’s two inhabitants quickly stood up and bowed their heads slightly at me. It was Alexi and Victor. Alexi held out his hand indicating that I should sit next to him. I moved gracefully through the room, feeling the men’s attention and respect wash over me.
“Where is everyone else?” I asked as I sat down next to Alexi.
“They have all gone. You slept from two days. We were beginning to worry you would become dehydrated. But here you are, awake at last,” said Alexi, kissing my cheek. A butler came across the room and served me breakfast of poached eggs, toast, and coffee. I suddenly realized I was famished, and ate greedily. The men continued to converse about the weather and local politics— a bland, polite conversation. When I had cleared my plate, I finally spoke.
“So, gentlemen, what was the other night all about? And what are these brands for?”
“Did you not enjoy the rituals, Julia?” asked Victor.
“I’m not exactly sure 'enjoy' is the correct word,” I said, sipping my coffee. I could feel a kind of deference toward me coming from them. I didn’t know how I knew; I just did.
“What is the correct word, my Darling?” asked Alexi.
“What is the correct word of an endlessly orgasmic group sex ritual?” I said waving my hand. Then I smiled. I could feel they were worried. “I suppose you could use the word ‘enjoyed'. But I feel hopelessly out of the loop. I was not informed of our clandestine tryst. I’m a little hurt. Why would you keep it from me?” There was a new power in me. But the power I felt emanating from them dwarfed mine considerably.
Alexi chuckled. “We could not tell you. It would have ruined the surprise,” he said in a mocking tone that matched mine, but his voice changed, and he said, “It was your initiation. You must walk in unprepared, or the magic will not work.”
“Magic?” I said, raising my tone.
Victor laughed wholeheartedly, throwing back his blond head. “We are magi. Warlocks and witches of an ancient order. And now, you are one of us. I hesitated to bring you in, but when I saw you, and felt your spark, I decided you were a perfect fit. And indeed. My cock was a perfect fit in your pretty little mouth the other night.” He laughed again when the look for recognition crossed my face. “And even now your power grows. I can feel it pulsating from between your legs. You are a sex witch. Your power is unmatched for one so young. You and Alexi are a force to be reckoned with now.” He sipped his coffee and smiled wickedly.
I mind was clearer than I could ever remember. It was hard for me to believe his words, but I knew them to be true. The energy moving through my body felt like a fire hose was left rushing through my veins. Alexi looked at me. His face was proud and a little awestruck. Finally, he looked at me that way. It was usually I who looked at him like that. I picked up my coffee cup and cupped it in my hands looking down into the creamy brown liquid.
“So, what can I do?” I had to know
. It was cool feeling like I could send lightning bolts through the walls or nuke the entire mansion by batting my eye lashes, but I had to know exactly what I was capable of.
“For one thing, you can get anyone to do anything you desire, if you fuck them,” said Victor, “That is the greatest power of a sex witch.”
“And you are capable of manifesting your life as you want it to be,” said Alexi, “But we might need to continue to add rituals and symbols to get you to your full capacity. You have an innate gift even I was not prepared for. Your power is incredibly potent. After the ritual, some of our coven had become addicted to you. They did not want to leave your side; they begged to sleep upon the floor below your bed. It took two of us to release them from your spell.”
“Really? That could be useful,” I said, thinking of the possibilities. I was usually a one-man kind of girl, but the ritual had changed something in me. Part of me wanted to bring all the participants back to the ritual chamber and entrance them all under my spell. I felt power running through me coming from my pussy, throbbing in my tits, dripping from my tongue. “I want some practice,” I said looking at the two men.
Chapter Seven
They followed me upstairs to my bedchamber, and I closed the door. Alexi held a pair of handcuffs in one hand and a flog in the other. I wondered if the S&M helped the sex magic or if that was just Alexi’s thing. Then the realization passed my mind that it was really my thing too. Once inside the bedroom, the men stood behind and in front of me. They didn’t waste any time taking off my clothes. I could still feel the painful burn on my side and back, but the knowledge of the power they had awakened in me, sent chills down my spine. Alexi was at my front kissing my neck. Victor was at my back, caressing my breasts with his strong, smooth hands.
Alexi led me back to the bed and handcuffed me to the headboard. I lay there, naked, watching the men undress. Victor stroked himself while Alexi softly flogged my breasts and the insides of my thighs. My body swelled in lust, and my pussy started to purr moistly. I opened my legs, letting the flog fall on my lips.
Victor produced a vibrator from the bedside table and placed it on my clit while Alexi rubbed lube into my pussy. His fingers pressed deep inside me while the vibrator pulsed. The intensity of a vibrator orgasm shook through me, exhausting my strength. I wanted to relax, but Victor pushed the vibrator further into my clit, forcing me to climax yet again. I clenched my legs but the men held them open, making me come violently again.
After the third painful orgasm, Alexi released me from the handcuffs and brought me to my knees. Both men joined me on the bed, caressing my body and kissing my skin. Victor grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my mouth down to shallow his dick. He cooed at me, telling me how sweet my mouth felt on his member.
I bent to my hands and knees and accepted his huge cock in my wet mouth. He had me by the ears and rocked his hips into my face. I could only breathe every other breath. Alexi pulled my ass in the air and spanked me hard with his bare hand. I flinched, but Victor's cock was deep in my throat.
Then Alexi rubbed the welt and fingered my pussy, before smacking me again. Victor’s dick filled my mouth, and I could not protest or scream from Alexi’s blows. But the spanking did not last long. He slid his long, wet cock inside my waiting cunt all the way to its base.
They fucked me slowly at first. Letting my body accept the rhythm of two lovers. But I felt them grow impatient. Victor’s rocking increased, forcing his cock in and out of my mouth in quick secession. Alexi’s pounding increased as well, and they pumped me from either side. It was as if they were in a race to the finish line. Each man wanting to win the coveted prize.
The erogenous zone in my mouth made me suck at Victor’s cock hard, loving the feeling of it suffocating me and filling me like a massive lollipop. Alexi hit my g-spot over and over making me come in a wave of ecstatic pleasure.
Victor withdrew from my mouth and pulled me on top of him on the bed. Alexi pulled out of my pussy as Victor entered it, holding firm to my body and pumping me from below. Behind me, Alexi fingered my ass hole. I knew what was coming and gasped in anticipation and fear. I didn’t know if I could take them both! Not in my holes. I fell forward, sucking on Victor’s neck.
Slowly, Alexi’s dick slid into my ass. Victor eased his pace, allowing my body to accept both cocks. Alexi was inside my ass, and Victor was inside my pussy. It was Alexi who began to pump first. Then Victor, sensing that I was ready, started to rock his hips into me again. The sensation was pleasure overload. I screamed and came hard, gripping at Victor and Alexi’s arms. I growled as I allowed them to fuck my pussy and ass together. I moved with them. Our bodies finding a wild rhythm of our own. Alexi bit down on the back of my neck, and Victor squeezed my nipples. I was captive— caught between two predators.
The intensity of my waving orgasms increased, and I felt myself at one with both men. Even though they had me sandwiched between them, I felt power rush through me that I did not recognize. I owned them. They fucked me at my will. My fingernails dug into Victor's flesh as Alexi pulled my hair back. Both men were pounding with full force. I growled again as they both came into me together. Their hot jizz filling by holes in pulsating jets of lust.
We lay back on the king-sized bed. Spent and happy. I felt intensely empowered. As if I could do anything, have anything, be anything. I put my hands on both men’s chests. Feeling their hearts pounding deep within.
“So, now you are under my spell?” I asked sarcastically.
“Julia, I’ve been under your spell from the moment I laid eyes on you,” Alexi said turning over to look at me. I put my arms around him. There was nothing I wanted from him but his love. He kissed me gently on the cheek, and I could feel Victor roll over on the bed. His hand patted my hip.
“Yes, Julia. I am forever your servant,” said Victor as he got up from the bed. His voice was business like, not exactly spellbound.
“You can’t entrance us, Julia. We are too powerful for you,” Alexi said holding my chin.
“Humph. This was supposed to be practice,” I said with my best impression of a spoiled child. I laid back on the bed and laughed. Then I threw a pillow at Victor’s back as he buttoned his shirt. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at me.
“What do you want from me?” He asked me, like the prince he was.
“Your house?” I said. Why start small? Alexi grunted, and Victor laughed.
“I would love to give you my estate, Dear Julia, but it belongs to my family. Not really mine to give.”
“Oh, too bad,” I said, jumping from the bed, “How about me spending the rest of my time in the Ukraine in Alexi’s flat, instead of that horrible cottage?”
“Done!” they both said in unison. They looked at each other competitively.
“If you did not already belong to him, I would claim you for myself.”
“I don’t think I belong to anyone but me,” I said, and walked nakedly into the bathroom.
Chapter Eight
I sat in the middle of the ritual chamber, reclining on the altar. Alexi sat with a tattoo gun and inks to his side. This would be my first tattoo. Mom would kill me! Not that anything else I’d been doing would have met with her approval. He worked on the outline of a red pentagram on the inside of my thigh. It stung like hell, but I knew the power that those symbols brought. I couldn’t wait to try it out on someone who wasn’t more powerful than me. Apparently, I had entranced some of the coven. That meant there were few people in the world more powerful than me, and I had just had a little threesome with two of them.
“Every time you have sex, your power increases. Making love with me or Victor also increased your power much more than with an average person.”
“So you guys just juiced me up?”
“Juiced?”
“Filled me with power.”
“Yes, and this tattoo will increase it even more. Then you can do almost anything. We can do almost anything. I have some plans for you to practice.”
I was intrigued. Then I wondered if he was going to use me for his own ends. Was Alexi a sex warlock? That’s when I remembered the metal box and the Russian woman’s passport. Is this how his father used his mother? What really happened to his parents. The needle crossed a tender spot, and I winced.
“Almost finished,” Alexi said, blotting the ink with a paper towel.
I wanted to use this power for myself, my own goals. But it was Alexi who brought me into his world. It was he who introduced me to the coven. I did kind of owe him. Plus, I loved him. But that didn’t mean I trusted him completely. I thought about my passport hidden beneath the floorboards in the cottage. Could he know? Did he sense it? I had no idea about the scope of his power. Maybe he was playing with me.
I suddenly knew he had been using magic on me all along. Every time my mind seemed to drift and fade into blackness, that has his entrancement. Did I resent it? I wasn’t completely sure. I didn’t know if I would have gone along with this whole thing if I had not been hypnotized. And boy, would I have missed out! Sometimes you don’t always know what you're going to get until you try. And I knew for a fact that there was a limit to the kinds of things I would normally try. Traveling to Europe had opened a door to my courage, but not a door that wide.
Alexi finished the tattoo and covered it with salve. I stood from the alter and let my maxi dress fall to the floor. He waved his arm over my head, speaking softly in Russian. I wanted to know what all the chanting was. I didn’t know any spells. Not a single one. But from what Alexi and Victor said, it seemed I didn’t need them.
The power of my sex alone could get me pretty much anything I wanted. I had to get the person to have sex with me first. But how hard could that be? Of course, the drawback was— not everyone was really worth having sex with. What if I needed something from someone who was gross? I might need some spells then? And was this all on the up and up? Wasn’t this what was considered “black magic”? Not that I knew much about it. But it didn’t seem exactly savory to bend people to your will.
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