Following The Witch's Graduation, Steven Johnson and the Chamberlain Coven thought
they were safe. All members had been safely brought into the loving arms of the coven,
and John Chamberlain had closed the ritual with all of his female relatives, channeling
their sexual energy.
But a simple visit to the mall spirals out of control, and no one is in control of
their destiny. The Dark One takes a new vessel, and the coven must gather together
to fight off an attack on their home, their bodies, and their very souls. Who will
be victorious, and who will fall, when the coven at last confronts The Witch's Demon?
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His elbows braced at her sides, he bent his head to her breast, hot breath teasing
her nipple. She closed her eyes, shivering in anticipation of his touch.
There! The slightest whisper of sensation, as the very tip of his tongue grazed
the pebbled flesh of her aureola. And again, on the other side, and again, this time
with his tender lips closed, dragging his mouth around the heavy curves of her globes.
And now his cheeks, so soft, nuzzling her skin like a cat seeking comfort.
She writhed beneath him, her mind fading, intellect giving way to the beauty
of pure sensation. Her legs sagged open, moisture gathering on her labia as her body
prepared itself for the most pleasant of invasions. She cupped a breast in her hand,
mimicking his movements, duplicating his touch, and as his mouth came down on one
nipple, suckling hard, eager lips and tongue puling at her turgid flesh like a babe
coaxing milk from his mother, she pinched the other in her fingers, pulling it away
from her, stretching it, reveling in the sweet boil of lust.
She threw her head back and clenched her teeth shut on a scream of passion and
now his hand was at her gate, the heel of his palm pressing firmly down on the rise
of her mons, his fingers gently coating themselves with her nectar and he was still
kissing her breast, lips gentle on the underside of her tit.
“Oh, Goddess, finally. I've finally got myself a genuine tit-man, don't I?”
The Chamberlain family has a secret. Long ago, one of their number mated with an
ancient forest god, giving their line great power.
But times are changing. In desperation, the Chamberlains concoct a dangerous plan.
Follow this epic story as they learn what it is to truly love, and as they fight
against an ancient terror.
These are...The Coven Chronicles.
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She ran her hands down her sides to her legs, and then up the insides of her
thighs. Her thumbs stroked the patch of hair above her mound. Some girls shaved a
landing strip there, she knew. Hers was in the shape of a star. It took a lot of
work, and a steady hand, but the sight always made her feel delightfully wicked.
She lounged back in the old leather recliner, knees hooked over the armrests, left
hand busily frigging her clit. Almost involuntarily, she drew the charm for lust
on the inside of her left thigh, and the charm for fertility on the right.
And on her belly, above her womb, the rune achma, for broken promises and shattered
She really was most remarkably horny. Davey had made her feel like this, hot
and itchy, and fluttery in her belly, before his mom got a better job in Seattle
with Boeing and he had to move to Washington. They had tried to get away, just for
a couple of hours, but her mother had always been there to make sure she and Davey
She scowled. Why did her mother have to always ruin everything?
Well, she wasn't here tonight. She wouldn't ruin her good time. John was coming
home soon. She could feel it. Each twin always knew where the other one was. John
would get home, and they would have some supper and maybe watch a movie. And then
She felt his presence in her head even before she saw the headlights or heard
the car pull into the drive. She smiled. It was her best friend. Her brother John.
And he was so happy. Maybe he got to play in the game!
She walked into the kitchen to meet him at the front door. Her left hand was
still idly playing with her dew-soaked petals. The other cupped her right breast,
teasing the nipple, shirt pushed up above her breasts. Teasing teasing teasing.
Oh Goddess, I am so horny. I need I need I need
Her brother walked in the door. She gasped when she saw him. His presence struck
her like a wave. He smelled of crushed grass and infield dust and the stink of summer
sweat. His uniform shirt was open to the waist, and she could see the sparse hair
of his chest. He hadn't shaved since the morning, and his hair, black like their
sister Eleanor's, made a raspy stubble on his chin that she ached to rub her hands
against. His green eyes shone with joy.
And below, raising rampant from his unbuttoned pants, his erection stood proudly.
“Susanna! Sis! We won the game! Tom got hurt and I came in and drove in two
runs and scored the winning run. I was the hero! And I got into a fight and coach
said it was OK and I'll be...”