Switchcraft

Moonlight filtered in through the open window along with the cool night air, both washing over the naked form of the woman as she knelt on the cold hardwood floor. On her chest, smeared in fresh goat’s blood, was the five pointed symbol of the pentagram. The muted light of the moon reflected silver off the wet slashes of the symbol's surface as stray trickles of red ran down her supple breasts, to pool as red droplets on ends of her rigid nipples, before dropping into the small, dark shadow that had gathered beneath her. Her long, dark hair was tied back with a bit of leather, and in her outstretched hands she held the curved dagger that she used for her rituals, more blood smeared upon the blade. Beside her sat an empty silver goblet, the contents having been spilled onto the pattern she had drawn on the floor with a piece of chalk to match the one on her chest.

Her body shuddered as the presence came to her. And she felt the welcome, warm, wetness rush between her legs as the moonlight seemed to strengthen and intensify upon her. As she began to squirm, she heard the dark voice whisper in her ear, its low rumble sending cold shivers marching up her spine…

“You have made the sacrifice…” The voice said, as soft as the wind. “You shall have what you desire…”

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You stumbled against the door as you tried for the third time to put your key into the lock. After all that beer it was hard to focus. That, plus all the extra material of your costume, not to mention the attentions of Melanie’s softly roaming hands, caused you to stumble on the landing, swaying subtly as you finally squinted one eye behind your mask and managed to slide the key home.

“Ah-haaaa!” You slurred, turning around, only to be met by Mellie’s eager lips on yours.

It was Halloween and the two of you had just returned from Salem Massachusetts, acknowledged witch capitol of the United States. There was a costume ball there every year at a place called the Hawthorne Hotel, a great gothic Victorian hotel which stood in the center of what had become a small city in the wake of its own tragic history.

Mellie had been the one that had insisted on going. She always had a thing for history, and witches in particular, so when she found out there was going to be a costume ball, in witch central, on Halloween...She had immediately tried to rope you into it. You were hesitant at first, but you knew first hand how “grateful” Mellie always was when she got her way. Add onto that the three or four drinks you had had before she brought it up, and the fact that your couple friends Keith and Julie had agreed to do the driving, and you hadn't been too hard to convince.

You and Mellie had been dating for about six months, give or take. You had known her back in high school, but she had always run with the “A” crowd…something you yourself had never been accused of being a part of. You had always been a bit more of a book worm, thin for your six-foot frame, though not overly so, with an outgoing personality and an independent streak. That meant that you had always flitted on the edge of the standard cliques, but had never really been a part of any. When yo had graduated, you had foregone college, preferring to work at a local chain restaurant, gradually working your way up to General Manager, which gave you a good deal of responsibility, and included a healthy paycheck.

That's when you had run into Mellie again. The restaurant had been hiring waitresses and as fate would have it, she had applied. You hadn’t recognized her at first, spotting her from the back as she had turned in her application. You had only noticed the long black hair that hung down to the middle of her back, and the subtle curves of her form that all flowed into her shapely posterior. When you had finally come out to do the interview, you quickly realized who she really was. It had taken you a moment to collect yourself as you sat in the booth across from her, stealing a lingering look at her welcoming cleavage over the top of the application you were holding in your hand. She had the same deep olive skin, without a noticeable blemish, that she had exhibited all through high school. And the same inviting, deep, emerald-green eyes that you could have lost yourself in for days... and actually had for a little while, until the soft sound of her clearing her throat had let you know that you had been staring too long.

Of course, she gotten the job and the two of you worked together for a few weeks before you had finally worked up enough courage to invite her over to your place for a few beers after work, something that was against company policy. To your surprise, she had accepted, and over a couple of cold Budweisers, she told you about how life after high school had been tougher than she had thought. She had never been the best student, and after graduating it had been difficult for her to find a decent job. She was sooooooo amazingly grateful to have run into you again, and that you had taken a chance on her. That had been the first time you had gotten a demonstration of the depth of Mellie's gratitude, and the first time a girl had let you cum in her eager mouth.

After that, you began to date, keeping things quiet around work. At least until Mellie eventually found another waitressing job, with your help. Shortly after that, she moved out of her parent’s house and into her own apartment, but she still spent more nights at your place than she did hers. That's when you had pressed her to just move in, but she was adamant, she wanted her own place, at least for the time being. You did what you usually did when it came to Mellie, you shrugged and accepted.

Things had gone well for the first few months. Mellie had been a more than loving girlfriend, and you had more than responded in kind, but recently things had begun to take a darker turn. Mellie had started drinking more than usual, and the two of you had begun to fight. It was the usual thing, what was “yours”, what was “hers”, and what was “ours”. There had been more than one bout of screaming and foot stomping, which had prompted a call from the neighbors to the landlord, but recently things had started to smooth out. Mellie still drank, but now she had become more affectionate than angry. So when she had laid out her plan for Halloween, you didn't want to rock the boat, so you accepted.