The Bridge of Cosma

Carnation pulled Morgan along like a dog on the leash, toward a tall-standing bracket on the bank of the black pool where Morgan had emerged.

Tossed on the hard stone, Morgan's legs splayed limply and Carnation slipped between them swiftly, pushing something hard into the soft flesh under Morgan's jaw. The Girl raised her hands.

"You know what this is?" Carnation asked, her narrow eyes barely visible through her dark veil.

Morgan nodded "Magical Catalyst... a Wand."

"You've seen one before?"

She had, twice before coming to this strange place. "I burned my mistress's body with hers, it was her dying wish."

"Then you'll understand that I'll fry your brain sunny side up if you move a muscle, don't you?" The senior Wiccan warned.

Morgan nodded, staying calm and collected. Acting out would serve no purpose just yet, she didn't want to go deep sea diving like Deidre... or worse.

"You don't scare easy huh? That's good, you'll need courage for the trails ahead."

Sister Carnation traced down Morgan's long neck, sniffing like a bloodhound behind her ears, down her throat, eventually stopping below her collar, just above her right nipple. Lifting her veil slightly, Morgan watched as Carnation's long, dark tongue lapped around her breast.

"Mmf!" Morgan groaned, feeling more swelling between her legs.

Removing her wand from Morgan's jugular, circling it above where she tasted Morgan's small areola and spoke in a voice deeper and darker than any tone she had ever heard.

"Unveil yourself from the powers that be, break your prison, be free. You hide yourself from prying eyes, but you cannot hide from me."

A gentle light shone at the tip of her wand, revealing a dark tattoo-like mark on her nipple in the shape of the Venus insignia, overturned by a roaring skull.

Carnation hummed curiously "A Grim-Mark? A spell after ****. Your mistress cursed you to protect you from unwanted attention, hmmm? A wise move, your mistress must have been exceptionally powerful. But even more curious than that, is this..."

Morgan watched as Carnation slithered down her waist, to the space between her legs, where she beheld a sight that would make most recoil in shock.

The Amethyst had grown, the crystal bulging and stretching out into a nine-inch long lilac phallus which throbbed with desire, droplets of pale pre-cum leaking from its glittering head.

"Do you even know what this is?" Carnation grasped the shaft tightly with her gloved hand, making Morgan moan at the overstimulation.

"No," Morgan admitted. "My mistress attached it to me as a punishment."

"A punishment? For what?"

The girl hesitated, but Carnation tugged on her amethyst cock, making her gasp out an answer "I... I do not want to say."

"I see. Well, if you won't tell me then I'll have to get it out of you the hard way." Carnation pointed her wand at Morgan's face and slowly began to softly jerk at the malleable crystal which pulsed gratefully for the attention.

"mmm fuck. S-Stop, that please."

"Why?" Carnation cooed, lowering her head so it sat next to the thick violet shaft "Doesn't it feel good?"

"Y-Yes, but... uh" Morgan moaned "You shouldn't encourage it, otherwise it just wants more attention."

"It's bound to you, stupid girl. It feels as you feel, and it grows to depend on your own arousal. Look how heavy it is, I can barely wrap my hand around it. You must be a colossal horndog." She spoke playfully, alluringly, it was more than Morgan could take.

Writhing at the pleasure, Morgan tried to fight the building urge to paint Carnation's veil with cum. However, Carnation just pumped harder and faster, massaging expertly from the base up to the sensitive head.

"Oh fuck!" Morgan sighed, falling back into the stone as she tried to stop her hips from moving.

"Wow, you're a stubborn one. I suppose it's been a long time, but I still possess many skills of persuasion..." Carnation lifted her veil slightly, revealing her pink lips which here lapped by a long wet tongue.

Morgan shivered in anticipation "D-Don't - Oooh!" a low yowl of passion lept from Morgan's lips, as the soft wetness of Carnation's mouth constricted around the head of the Amerphyst phallus, a warm pleasure that the stark-white girl had never before experienced.

The suction was sweet as apple pie, making Morgan involuntarily buck up into Carnation's throat. The Elder Witch was unphased as more of Morgan's length was tucked up into her narrow throat, she in fact forsook her wand, grasping the purple pole with both hands and jerking in a spiralling motion, demanding Morgan's climax.

clasping her hand over her own mouth, Morgan twitched and gasped, her cry rising in a symphony of desire, as she felt her climax shoot rapidly up from her waist.

Carnation's cheeks puffed out as Morgan came deep into her throat, harder than she'd ever come in her life. Her pussy wept with droplets of girl cum, trickling past her taught buttocks on the rocky surface below. "Ugh, oh my god, whooo." She breathe, feeling as if she was drifting on a cloud bound for the heavens.

But Carnation wasn't finished yet.

As the Amerphyst began to shrivel and shrink, satisfied with the attention it had received, Carnation grasped the sensitive head, making Morgan yelp as her senses were overloaded "Stop - stop - stop! that hurts!"

Morgan heard Carnation gulp down the contents of her cheeks, before she spoke "Hm, sweet, not at all like the real thing, better actually. Now, your mistress, tell me her name, or so help me I'll suck you into oblivion."

"H-Her name? Why do you want- AH!"

Carnation gripped tighter, sending a sharp pain flying up Morgan's stomach "Last time I'm gonna ask, Kid."

"Okay, alright. She never told me her name, not even when her heart gave out, b-but I read her journal once when she slept - the face was inscribed with Circe, that's all it said."

Carnation froze "Circe?" She paused. "That's... - Are you absolutely certain?"

"Y-Yes, yes I swear that's all I know. Ever since I was a child she insisted that I only know her as Mistress, I promise!"

Carnation let go, making the girl gasp in relief as the amethyst shrunk down back into it's gem-state.

Sitting back, crossing her legs, Carnation stayed silent as Morgan crept backwards, leaning into the rock adjacent to the senior witch. The Two sat in silence for a moment, before Morgan spoke out "Why did you... Why?" She asked.

Carnation stirred "I have my reasons."

"If..." She'd had the gem since her mistress put it on her at age fourteen, she had a right to know "If you know what this gem is, can you tell me?"

"I'll tell you what, you survive your trial, join the sisterhood and I'll tell you everything you want to know. That sound fair?"

Morgan huffed "I don't know if that's possible, I don't know how any of this is possible."

The Elder witch got to her feet, picking up her wand and then helping Morgan up too "What you consider possible, is relative."

Morgan tilted her head, but Carnation pushed her on "Go. I better see you on the otherside, Snow-for-brains."

The Stark white girl's eyes widened, but Carnation shoved her hard "I said, Go. and don't go dying over nothing."

With that, Morgan waddled out from behind the rock, confused and a little shaken as she joined the single-file line of girls who one by one were ushered past the fiery braziers to the long winding bridge up to the ivory castle.

Haru was in front of her, and Yuna stood behind Jaquelin in the queue. "There you are, where did you go, we were worried about you?" Haru said as she saw Morgan wander over.

Yuna tutted "You were worried, you mean?"

"I uh..." Morgan didn't really know, but answers would be found on the other side "I'll tell you later."

"Okay?" Haru said suspiciously, eying the gem between Morgan's legs.

One by one, they waved the girls through the gate where they walked and walked until they became small dots that vanished around the spiralling bricks of ivory.

Over an hour passed, one terrified-looking girl vanishing after the other, each waiting in line a little too afraid to even speak to each other. The line grew shorter and shorter, the brazier growing closer and closer as they stepped forward until four remained.

Angie was one of the few who swelled with determination as opposed to fear "step forth, Evangeline Uriel. Your time has come." Sister Violet spoke ominously.

Evangeline strode forward, flashing her unbearable smirk "My time has just begun, Hm!" She squeaked girlishly, before marching across the bridge.

"Mouthy bitch." Jaquelin growled.

Twenty minutes after she had gone, Sister Rose beckoned "Jaquelin Helia, Your time has c-"

Jack cleared her throat and spat on the floor, clicking her knuckles in anticipation "Yeah - Yeah, just shut up and let's get this over with."

Rose paused as Jaquelin stormed passed her "Charming." She commented.

Jaquelin's trail took much less time than Angies, as ten minutes later The Sister in White; Sister Lily gestured to Yuna who stood bitterly with her arms crossed before them, the flaming light of the Braziers illuminating her small bust with their flickering orange glow "Omnyo Mistunori Yuna and Omnyo Mistunori Haru..." Haru blinked in surprise "...Wiccan of your Kin are rare among us, we were not sure how your trial would take place. But the Matriarch has decreed that as you came into the world as one, so you shall be tested. Your time has come, proceed together."

Yuna rolled her eyes "Oh god, why? Do I have to?"

Haru twittered like a happy bird, hugging her sister from the side "I'm so glad I don't have to go across that scary bridge alone."

Yuna pushed her sister off, cringing as they walked on "Ew, don't hug me when we're naked. ugh."

Haru did turn momentarily after they both stepped on the bridge "Good luck, Morgan-San! I hope we see each other again!"

The Stark-White girl waved awkwardly, as she watched the two dip away into the coiled bridge.

Seconds went by, minutes, then hours, but to Morgan, it felt like a lifetime. For the first time in a long time, she felt nervousness cloud her judgment. Would this be her last day, would all of those years living under the Rock with her Mistress come to mean nothing?

"Morgan Blair." The Stark-White girl looked to the side, to see Sister Carnation stride out by her side.

"My time has come?" Morgan asked.

"As it does for all of us." Sister Lily responded, and the rainbow of Sister Witches gestured in unison out to the coiled bridge.

"When the time comes, it all comes down to a leap of faith. Godspeed, kid." Carnation whispered, gently pushing the naked, white-haired girl onwards.

As she walked along the straight section of the bridge, the Brazier's warmth slowly dissipated from her back. She grew colder and colder as the wide birth of the first coil approached, and she tried to bend to see just how they expected her to defy gravity by walking on it.

However, Morgan found that when she carefully teetered on the winding brick, her feet came down upon it as if she were walking upright. In fact, when she finally did walk onward, her whole body pivoted in defiance of the laws of physics around in the direction of the bridge.

"Not the weirdest thing I've seen today I s'pose."

She strolled around and around, feeling dizzier and colder as she went on. The abyss around her began to blur and the castle was no longer within sight.

Eventually, Morgan had to stop, on account of the sudden end of the Bridge, leading to a sheer drop into nothing.

Morgan peered over the edge, taking a long breath and gripping her quivering hand as she remembers Carnations' quiet advice, much to her own horror... Morgan hated heights "Leap of faith, Out-fucking-standing, ugh." She grumbled, closing her eyes and sucking in the dry air.

And so, absolving herself of fear, Morgan took a step over the edge and allowed herself to fall into the all-encompassing shadow.

She did not plummet, not like she did when the stairwell gave out from under her. Instead, she floated peacefully, drifting like the current from the lake, but the air was crisp and cold making goosebumps flush across her chest.

Falling at a sombre pace downwards until she felt hard ground form beneath her feet. Morgan stood looking curiously out into the pitch-black. The Sky above... or whatever it was began to wash away, as light and tangibility began to drip down from above her.

Something heavy came down with the sky, smashing down upon her mind and twisting the prism of her consciousness. Eyes rolling back, Morgan quivered as the world shifted around her.

The rain patterned on her shoulders, she was shorter and narrower. Her long silky hair was now bushy, reaching down past her waist. Lights beamed before her as she stood barefoot on the cobbled pavement, and Morgan Blair read the words "The Black Horse" illuminated in yellow lamplight.

She tried to think, to recall what was going on, but her mind was blank, why was she here?