The Witches Trilogy

The Witch in Red

It was dark. No stars. No moon. No life. No sound except the sky rumbling with warnings of a rainstorm. The cold breeze picked up her hair and swirled it around her face. Heedless of the storm approaching, she raised her cupped palms up to the sky and chanted. The candles, one of every color, around her flickered out. All but one.

A solitary red candle burned bright. Red. For passion. For love. For danger. For blood.

'' There is a shade of red for every woman.''- Audrey Hepbum.

Closing her eyes, she chanted louder. The winds whistled. The Rhodonite pendant around her neck burned against her skin. She gently cradled it in her hands. Her naked body trembled but she didn't feel it. Her skin was hot.

Then, she saw him. Human. Real. Alive.

Slowly, she let her arms drop to her sides. He watched her. Speechless. Confused. Enchanted. She wanted to go to him. She couldn't. Let him come to me. Then the ritual will be complete. She waited. She watched. She hoped.

It could've been days, hours or minutes but, after a while, he began walking to her. Thunder clapped. She shivered in anticipation. The candle burned bright. The winds howled. He took her into his arms and let his lips hover above hers. She could've pulled him down. She didn't. He must come to me. She closed her eyes and waited. His breath whispered across her slightly parted lips. Kiss me. Please.

His lips met hers and the sky opened. Rain beat down on them and all they could feel was the heat of each other. The candle burned bright. She gripped his arms, testing their strength. Needing it. The chant sounded in her head. His mouth slid down to her neck. Tasting. Savoring. His hand closed around her breast. Squeezed. His fingers slid over her hardened nipple. Stayed. It was a strange world. He was about to sleep with a witch.

She whimpered and lay her arms around him. She wanted to pull him down. Feel the grass beneath her and his body covering her. She didn't. She would ruin the spell. So, she surrendered herself to sensations. The rain hitting them and the earth. The feel of the wet grass underneath her bare feet. The smell of the rain. Of him. The sound of him feasting on her nipple. The feeling of her body pressed against his. She lifted her head up to the heavens and whispered two words. He didn't hear.

Gently, he laid her down on the grass. The blades as soft as a feathered bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him access to her mouth. His tongue slid in. Tasting hers. The winds whipped her hair across her face. He smirked and undressed. Slowly. Sensually.

Her eyes followed his movements. She watched him slide the wet shirt off his body. She watched him peel off his pants and then his underwear. She watched as he lay over her. His eyes never once leaving hers. She closed her legs in a moment of sudden bashfulness. Gently, he grabbed her knees and spread her open.

She trembled again. He lowered his head between her thighs and kissed her. She looked at the candle. Passion. Love. Danger. Blood. He pleasured her with his mouth. A new ache arrived. She felt empty. She needed him.

Fill me. She finished in his mouth. Her body bucked and trembled involuntarily. She cried out. She moaned his name lovingly. She cooed in satisfaction.

Then he slid inside her. Inch by agonizing inch. She held onto his shoulders and tensed against the invasion.

''Ssh. Slowly.''

She relaxed. She couldn't fit all of him. It just simply couldn't be done. The candle burned bright. His lips came down onto hers. She sighed and kissed him back. He rammed into her. Deeply embedded. She gasped and moaned. Her head spinned and her vision blurred. He let her ride it out. Then, he pulled back and slid foward. Mmm. More. Now.

Her moans of pleasure fueled him and he was slipping in and out of her. Violently now. Forcefully. She tried to hold onto him. She couldn't match his speed. She gasped at the friction and the heat spreading through her body. He kissed her and left her lips bruised. She loved every bit of this new, animalistic lovemaking. Her body started to tremble. Her muscles quivered. Her lips wouldn't stay still and tears were clouding her eyes. She pulled him down for a kiss. One of promise. One of love unspoken. One of fear. Then she let go.

Her orgasm left her stunned. When, he could no longer take it, He finished inside her. His warmth spreading through her. Assuringly. Making a new life. A young life that would be protected and loved. The first witch's child. She held him in her arms and wept. She wept for the time they'd lost. She wept for the past tragedies. Her tears washed away the past. They only had now and the future.

She looked at the candle. It burned bright in the slowing rain. Red. For passion. For love. For danger and for blood.