Thirteen Witches of St. Enda's Hall

Magic Rising

I hooked my leg over Lorel's shoulder and ran my fingers through her hair, basking in the love she was showering me with as she thrusted into me.

She kissed up my neck as my other hand traced little patterns across her back, begging for the softness of her skin as she chewed and sucked on a very sensitive spot.

Her trail was ever slow, stuck on a few less frames per minute than usual as she pleased herself by pleasing me.

Her lips are a torch and she drools lighter fluid as she sets my entire body aflame.

"Please.." I panted as her eyes grew dark. "I've been good."

My eyes opened as I climaxed, cold sweat covering my entire body..

I sat straight up making eye contact with a pair of shining, bright blue eyes.

"Oh, God! Sabs? What the hell!?" I whispered in a shout.

"Sorry.." She smiled. "I heard you scream. Although when I got closer it sounded more like a moan.."

The moon casted light through the window, illuminating her eyes and cheekbones.

She shrugged and quirked an eyebrow at me as she touched my calf over the blanket.

"I could help." She smiled sadly. "If you want me to.."

"Go back to your bed, Sabrina. I'll be fine." I sighed, slumping back on my pillows.

It was another dream about her.

Lorel.

We met when I was still thirteen and she was fifteen. Our birthdays were almost six months apart.

She'd shown me pictures of her quinceanera. Although before her birthday she asked about having a sweet sixteen. I didn't think a person was supposed to have both but she didn't care.

She ended up spending her birthday with me instead, which was a little better in hindsight..

We went out into the woods for a picnic and whilst we stared at the full moon, she began to sweat.

As it neared midnight her condition only worsened and eventually she began growing strange hair all over, fully turning into a wolf before the night was over.

At first she ran from me, but I searched for her until morning, finding her curled up, naked in a ball on the ground.

I stayed with her, I took care of her and loved her as she found herself. She loved me as well.

She loved me to absolute pieces.

Her eyes were two green seas. Her smile was the sun.

Weird things started happening after my sixteenth birthday, especially when we made love.

Things would break and fall off tables and lights would flicker.

It wasn't until I was laying in bed, one fateful, Summer's Saturday night. She snuck over late, after my parents went to sleep.

We fooled around for a while.

She always knew exactly what to do to get me off. My body, the ivory keys chosen for her slender piano fingers.

Then, as she finally pulled me over the edge, I saw it.

It was like that memory was forever burned behind my eyelids.

I can still hear her screaming for him to..

I shook my head, pulling the covers closer to my body as the bed dipped down beside me.