The Witches Trilogy

The Witch in Blue

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 blue candle burned bright. Blue. For spirituality. For devotion. For coldness. For depression.

'' Let the blue sky meet the blue sea, and all is blue for a time.'' -Moncy Barbour.

Closing her eyes, she chanted louder. The sapphire pendant around her neck grew hot. She clutched it into her hands. The winds whistled. 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.

He kissed her forehead. She waited. Please. His lips slid down to her cheek. Her breath feathered out. Over the tip of her nose. She trembled. He slid his finger down her cheek. He was teasing her. She wanted to grab him. She couldn't or she would risk ruining the spell. He must come to her on his own. She endured the torment. He lifted her face by the chin. His lips settled on hers and her heart exploded.

The rain slapped against the both of them. They didn't notice. She moaned as his tongue slid into her mouth. He was gentle. This would be her first. Her last. His arms closed around her and he crushed her breasts against his hard chest. She needed him. She needed his stability. She rubbed her hands up and down his arms, sending tingles through them both. More. I want more. She helped him undress, drawing out the moment.

He slid his hands down her body. Slowly. Drawing out emotion. The candle burned bright. Her heartbeat matched the tempo of the rain. The rain grew heavier. The storm grew in intensity. She moaned as she felt his hot mouth descend on her nipple. She arched her back, offering more.

The elements smiled down on them. Spirituality. She glanced at the candle. This was more than the basic need for mating. This was a dance of the spirits. She was giving herself to him. Fully. Her heart and her soul. He drew her down onto the wet ground. It felt like pure heaven. She sighed. He snaked down her body, leaving hot, teasing kisses in his wake. He kissed her mound. She held her breath and waited. One second. Two. The rain became a light shower. She looked down at him. Their eyes connected. The rain slammed down upon them with a fervor. His tongue slid between her legs and she moaned. Slowly. Testing the sound. Then, his name slipped through her lips. His fingers dug into her thighs and he pulled her firmly against his mouth. She had no idea what was happening to her. Only that it was amazing and she never wanted it to stop. She whispered a chant. Softly.

His fingers began drawing teasingly slow circles around her lips. Put it in. Now. I can't stand anymore torture. Her body quaked from head to toe. She shook her hips, urging him to rub her where she ached. He understood but didn't comply. The sound of the rain was thunderous. She couldn't stop moving. She trembled violently as he rubbed on her clit, her mouth opening in silent pleasure. She moaned his name over and over as she orgasmed.

He took advantage of her state of euphoria and sunk himself into her. She screamed. Innocence. Lost forever. She held onto his shoulders and let him rain kisses over her face. He whispered encouraging words into her ear. He had taken a witch's innocence.

Slowly, surely, he began thrusting in and out of her wetness. Slowly, surely, she got used to the feeling of him inside her, stretching her, making her full. He watched her get used to him. He watched the play of emotions over her face. She was the only one of the three witches brave enough to pull him down and whisper three words in his ear. He stilled. She swallowed nervously. She had spoken what was true in her heart. Truth. The candle burned bright through the night. The rain beat down on it. Fire and magic.

Then, he began to move again. She moaned and held onto him. The rain slapped against them but they were a ball of heat and energy. No one would ever again have her like this. She was his. Devotion. Whatever he needed, she would provide. She would never feel this urgency with any other person.

They finished together and she glanced at the candle. Blue. The final witch. Blue for spirituality. Blue for devotion. Blue for coldness. Blue for depression