“Then it cannot be done this day,” she said with resolve as she stared at Trow with regret, knowing now the lusting witch was free of the wizard’s spell, but the curse on the trows remained.
Killian looked at Alainn and then at the small trow who had entrusted Alainn to rid his entire species of the witch’s spell.
“I won’t promise you this, Alainn. I cannot agree to stand by knowing you may be in grave peril, or perhaps killed, even though I am also admittedly much regretful to the wee creatures,” Killian revealed.
Alainn stared at the trow, her regret clearly evident.
“I will not put Killian and the others at risk, Trow. But you must believe me when I say I will never ever stop searching for another way to end the curse. It will become one of my most exalted purposes. I swear this to you with absolution one day I will find a way.”
“I understand your perplexing dilemma, witch, and I bear you no ill-will. I also would not risk those close to me to the cruelty of the lusting witch.” He hung his head and began to walk out of the circle, but then called back. “I must tell you, Bulwark’s cottage is oft found within a peaceful grassy hillside, dotted with many blue flowers, but scarcely visible unless you know what you’re looking for. I could take you there now if you wish.”
“I thank you, Trow. I’m certain I can intuitively locate it now that you’ve informed me what it is I should look for.”
“You truly will not attempt summoning the witch, then?” Killian questioned as he looked at Alainn and then at the dejected face of the trow.
“I will not. I won’t endanger you or Conner and Danhoul. I shouldn’t have considered it without thinking it through entirely, as you said. It was a foolish consideration to believe I might attempt it. I do allow my heart to guide my decisions far too often. Because I despise the plight of the trows does not ensure I can rectify it.”
He continued to look at the small creature as it walked away, and he stared hard at Alainn as he spoke. “Well, you’ll certainty not know if you don’t attempt it.” Killian sighed as he clenched his fists and inhaled deeply. “I pledge to you I will not come within the protective circle. I trust in your magic and your ability to keep yourself safe.”
Alainn nodded to him, feeling grateful for his confidence, but now filled with much uncertainty as well. She remained fixed where she stood, conflicted in whether to proceed with what she’d intended when she’d allowed her doubts to question her abilities. Killian went to her and held her to him for but a moment.
“I love you, Lainna, I do trust in you. You’ve been made to keep your powers concealed so much of the time. Sure you must do what you can for these unfortunate creatures. Now go ahead, I’ll leave you to deal with the witch by way of your magic.”
“I love you, as well, Killian, with all my heart and all that I am.”
She silently hoped she would be capable of dealing with the witch and assisting the trows. She allowed her mind for the briefest moment to remember her earlier words to Danhoul. If she was to meet death by the gods’ hands in mere days, then she might as well die doing something honorable for others. She whispered a silent prayer no one else would be harmed this day.
With the trow now back in the circle. Alainn looked at each of the men around her.
“Now, before you begin,” Conner interrupted. “Why does Trow need to be within the inner circle?”
“In order to summon her, I need to draw from his memory the vision of the lusting witch. It is also unlikely she’ll believe I’m hoping to better the plight of the trows if I don’t have a trow here with me.”
Conner nodded his head, but it was clear he had more he longed to say.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, Conner.”
“Well, you did say anything within the circle could be used as a weapon, could the wee creature no be used against you, and you against him?”
“That is true, Conner, but there is a small hole in the ground within the circle. I have concealed it with my magic, but Trow knows where it’s located and is aware he’s to go within should he need to do so.”
By the concerned looks on all their faces, she hadn’t actually appeased their worries, but perhaps caused more fearfulness.
She began unfastening the ties to her gown and tossed the lacings outside of the circle.
“Now what the hell are you doin’, Alainn?” Killian questioned noting a good portion of her full breasts and cleavage were visible and the other men stared at her and then hastily turned away.
“It is as I’ve said; the witch may use anything and everything against me. The ties to my gown could be used to strangle me,” she deduced.
She then tightly plaited her hair and wrapped and tied it upon her head.
“By God’s bones.” She heard Killian mumble as she began a summoning spell to call to the witch.
With the trow envisioning the eternal witch, Alainn was able to locate her with little difficulty. Soon an alluring, voluptuous, witch with large dark eyes and shiny black hair that hung nearly to her knees appeared before them. She was clearly confused when she found herself standing with another witch and a trow, but her almond-shaped eyes did not reveal her thoughts and her expression was stoic and composed.
“Ebrill,” Trow spoke to the witch.
She glared at the small creature. “A trow! Why have I been summoned here to stand in the presence of such a beastly wee creature, one of many who surely stole my only child from me?” The witch feigned sincerity as she stared at Alainn.
She was aware the witch was already assessing her magical powers.
“And who are you, witch?” Ebrill asked as she pursed her full red lips, raised her chin high and flared her nostrils in a manner that was apparently meant to declare her superiority.
“I am a witch, but of no notoriety or importance,” Alainn said, and was well pleased the concealment and protection spell were holding for the witch seemed completely unaware of the men who stood behind the outside circle.
“You possess the ability to hold time at a standstill and do so now, what is the reason for this?”
“I am hoping you might be reasonable and so forgiving as to allow the trows to be released from your curse before the sun rises. If you do so, in return I would see to it the wizard removes his spell. Then you’ll appear as beautiful and beguiling as before and again able to mate.”
The witch stood staring at Alainn, but did not respond for some time. She tossed her black hair from her eyes in a purposely suggestive manner, and sensually walked about the circle assessing her situation. Every movement was provocative and dripping with sensuality.
“But the trows stole my only child and needed to be punished. If I can’t have my child, then neither will they be allowed to produce young.”
“But you have caused them to suffer miserably for seven centuries and, in truth, it was the conniving trolls who told them where your baby would be located that day, surely knowing trows are infamous for stealing babies.”
Ebrill stared at her with much suspicion and began walking around the circle more purposely and looking intently at Alainn, so she elaborated further.
“It has been said by more than a few it was your very intent to have the babe taken when you left it in the woods.”
Ebrill’s eyes grew dark at Alainn’s bold words, and she actually hissed as she stared almost through Alainn, and then pretended to appear wounded by her accusations. “Who would dare to declare such vicious falsehoods? I’d just sat the newborn child down for but a moment. I merely went to take a drink and wash myself in the nearby stream. I barely turned my back and the child was whisked away by these offensive, detestable creatures, torn away from its own mother. Now I shall never have my child back. Why should the wee devils be allowed to produce offspring?”
“Your child is surely no longer a child. Are you certain you’d want that child now, surely a grown woman so lovely and appealing? What if you should discover males prefer her over you?”
The etern
al witch sneered at the possibility, but seemed to consider this for a moment before she replied. “There shall never been any other as appealing as me, not even my daughter.”
Alainn now knew with absolution the witch was lying about everything. The trow had spoken the truth; she clearly hadn’t even looked upon the child. She must have given birth to the child and had it taken away immediately without having looked upon it, for she wasn’t even aware she’d birthed a son.
Alainn continued with the ruse. “But with the wizard’s spell upon you surely being beautiful is of no benefit when you can find no one willing to mate with you.”
“And how would the spell be undone? The wizard would surely never agree to remove the spell for the deceitful man did appear distraught to know he would never see his daughter.”
“I have undone spells and broken curses before.”
“Why would you attempt to do so for me when I have never met you before?”
“I do this for Trow. He is my friend and I wish for him to go back to how it was before the curse was placed upon his kind.”
“Seems an odd friendship, a witch from a powerful fairy line and a lowly fiendish trow.”
The eternal witch continued to stare at Alainn. Since she was able to discover her lineage by way of her abilities, Alainn was reasonably certain she would know much about her, including the fact she carried a child. She prayed she’d be disinclined to speak of it with Killian so nearby.
“I cannot believe you possess powers strong enough to undo a spell that is not your own.” The eternal witch declared.
“I don’t pretend to be as powerful as you, but I did manage to summon you here to me. You, a witch who has lived for centuries, was unable to resist being brought to this location. Release the curse and I will surely manage ending the curse on you.”
“Why do you simply not undo the curse on the trows yourself if you are so powerful?” The witch’s dark eyes sparkled with mischief and pleasure in seeing Alainn’s uncertainty and impatience.
“I might choose to interfere with a mere wizard’s spell, but I’d not dare to consider meddling with another witch’s potent magic. It is oftentimes a most foolish and dangerous consideration.”
“So, you do know much of magic?”
“Would it not be worth it to you to undo the curse so that you can go back to doing what you do best, enticing males from all manner of species?”
“Ahhhh, yes…” She purred. “I would much like to be able to mate again.” She said in a voice that was obviously becoming noticeably heated with arousal.
Alainn sensed the more her arousal and lasciviousness grew, the weaker the warding seal was in keeping the three men concealed. Alainn was disheartened to learn the seal was weakening rapidly. When it was entirely broken the eternal lusting witch stared at Alainn in disbelief. Then her passion-filled eyes went to each of the three men.
Her lips curled in a wickedly devious smile and her eyes soon filled with unhidden lust. “You attempted to keep these males concealed from me, white witch, but does that indicate the spell has already been removed. Shall I test it then to see if they are attracted to me? Ahhhhh, human males they are undeniably appealing creatures and these three are obviously of an uncommonly fine variety.”
She lifted her nose to the air like an animal and inhaled deeply, clearly reveling in their masculine scent. She began to pant first lowly, but soon it became louder and more urgent. When she began to slowly and seductively remove the long dark gown she now wore, Alainn glanced over at the three men, and although she sensed they fought her powers, it was as Alainn suspected, they were becoming mesmerized.
Alainn reasoned if any beautiful woman was standing before them removing her garments they would have difficulty tearing their eyes away, but this lusting witch with shee blood was perhaps impossible to resist.
Now completely naked, she began dancing in a sensual manner and touching her own full breasts. Conner was attempting to turn away from the witch, Danhoul’s cheeks had grown flushed, and Killian tried most vigilantly to keep his eyes only on Alainn.
The witch walked toward the small stones and crystals placed in a purposeful formation and glanced down at them.
“Do you actually believe your weak protective barrier and your minimal spell will keep me from having them?” She sneered.
As she touched a stone with her toe, Alainn heard the sizzling sound as it clearly burned her, and the witch surely not accustomed to pain, quickly pulled it away and stared accusingly.
“You should not rile me, young witch! I have lived for over eight hundred years; I know much of magic. Believe me when I say, you do not wish to stack your powers against my own.”
Chapter Fifteen
The eternal witch was only capable of speaking coherently for a short time and then she went back to her lustful behavior and disturbing moans. She behaved much like a female cat during the estrous cycle, as though she was incapable of thinking of anything but mating. Alainn had been subjected to the constant mournful sounds a cat made when in heat, and found them undeniably exasperating if she was made to listen to them for any length of time, but now she would gladly have heard a dozen female cats screeching at full volume if she could terminate the disturbing, erotic sounds the lusting witch was making at the moment.
However, this could possibly benefit her if Ebrill was left in a lusting state and unable to fight it. She moaned and panted and Alainn had turned away from her, but was reasonably certain she was pleasuring herself and by the many loud gasps and sensual moans, it was apparent she had reached her crest surely several times. Alainn saw each of the men stared at the lusting witch and their faces were filled with shame, but also wanton desire.
Alainn must speak to the witch while she still able to communicate for when she became overwhelmed with lust, she apparently couldn’t concentrate on anything but physical desire and gratification.
Alainn attempted to reason with the witch once more. “End the curse on the trows and I will undo the spell placed on you. You’ll be free to mate with whomever you like for as long as you like to make up for the past seven hundred years.”
“I would be free to mate with whomever I choose?” She cooed seductively as she placed her finger within her mouth in an absurdly suggestive manner and walked to the edge of the circle once more and gazed at the three men. “Whom would I choose…first?”
She stared at Conner who turned to look at her, and his eyes were glazed with desire.
“The towering Scotsman who burns for young Mary, another man’s wife. Poor man, you’ve no had your needs attended to for some time?” she said in an exaggerated Scottish accent, “We would experience much pleasure together.”
She walked around the circle and turned her eyes to Danhoul. He pushed his blonde hair from his eyes and fought the pull to stare at the witch.
“Perhaps the strong, physically attractive young druid with so many powers of your own. Still a virgin though your desires are many, most especially for witches.” She glanced over at Alainn as she’d said that and then back to Danhoul. “Ahhhhh, we could create much magic together, I am certain. Who better to instruct you on mating and how to adequately please a woman than a witch with shee blood? You can even pretend I’m your much desired white witch, if you’d like. I won’t be offended.” She smiled at Danhoul, seductively pursed her lips into a kiss and touched her breasts once more.
Alainn grow tenser when the lusting witch turned her eyes to Killian and walked toward him. The witch sensed it immediately.
“Mmmmmm, you are an uncommonly appealing man, so tall and muscular and, I sense you are extraordinarily virile. Your eyes are filled with ravenousness, but your heart with much disquietude. I could take away all that restlessness, all the uncertainty you now feel, for though you share a worthy connection of the heart with this white witch, in truth love often hampers carnal pleasure. I assure you; you will not feel fretful or experience unnecessary emotion when we are joined. I will simply pleasure yo
u beyond any physical ecstasy you have ever dared to imagine.”
Alainn noted the witch’s dark eyes were locked with Killian’s and as she moved her hands through the air, it was as though she were actually caressing Killian’s hair and his chest.
“I think it shall be even more gratifying to have your young witch watch on, for I sense her possessiveness of you. I shall feed on her anger and deep jealousy, and turn it to passion. That is surely what I must do.” She turned to Alainn and smiled nastily.
Killian attempted to close his eyes, but the witch’s powers were undeniably strong, and she soon forced him to open them again. She went to the edge of the circle, but soon encountered a barrier she could not penetrate even with her powers. She placed her hands before her, but met with the invisible obstruction. Alainn sensed Ebrill’s deep frustration and rising fury.
“If the spell had already been removed as you suspect and you are irresistibly appealing to males of every species, would all three men not be here in this circle with you even now?” Alainn dared to ask though her voice shook as she saw how Killian was now gazing at the dark-haired witch with desire on his face.
“You attempt to deceive me, white witch. The spell already been undone?” She laughed and stared at Alainn knowingly.
With that, the naked woman drew as close as she could to the outer edge of the circle and she crooked her finger and beckoned Killian to come to her. He was fighting her magic, the muscles in his neck had grown taut with exertion, and he stepped from behind the outer circle to the area in between the two circles.
The witch smiled again at Alainn and when she looked back at Killian, Alainn was displeased to see the witch had unbuckled his belt and was removing Killian’s tunic by way of her magic. He seemed disbelieving of it, and attempted to hold tight to his garment, but soon it was pulled over his head and he stood with his broad muscular chest visible in the moonlight. The witch smiled wickedly at Alainn and then turned her eyes back to Killian. The fastening of his trews magically untied and Alainn dared to step closer to the other witch.
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