The Witch and Her Second Chance

12 | Got you pegged

The forest was peaceful. Occasionally, a bird call would echo through the space.

"You just sit here and monitor?" Verin asked the warlock, Pang, on guard in a small hut that had large windows to provide a 360 degree view.

The young warlock nodded. He was good-looking and Eurasian in appearance, stocky, and slightly below average in height. "Yes, we have someone here at all times."

Verin glanced around. He could feel the imprint of the portal. It felt similar to when he passed between Therien and here, but it felt empty. It was gone.

"What did the disturbance feel like?"

"A rippling crawling shimmer," the young warlock responded easily. Pang had obviously answered this question before. "The first times were gentle. The last one was not." He frowned at the memory.

Verin walked up to where the seam would have been. He removed the cuff, ensuring he felt as much as possible–reminding himself he needed to redesign it so it didn't dampen his abilities so much.

Freed, he reached out with his senses finding a low but constant buzz. "You can feel the magic here?"

The warlock nodded. "Yes, that started after the second one."

Verin walked around, testing the feeling at various distances from the old seam. "Was there an increase between the second and third event?"

The young warlock frowned. "I'm not sure. We didn't record the level… maybe."

Verin wandered back to the little hut and looked back towards the portal site. "How long has this place been monitored?"

"Close to ten years. Not long after it closed."

Verin looked at him in surprise. "The whole time? Why?"

Pang shifted his eyes down. "There's a rumour that there is someone in there. Someone a very powerful warlock wants."

"Any rumours who?" Verin queried. Was it someone Jorg wanted? Someone he knew from before the portal closed? Pang shook his head. "And there's never been a record of this happening in the last ten years?" Verin said it without expecting an answer. The report had said as much.

Were the abnormalities a normal part of the phenomenon or something else happening? He had found very little to help him with his investigation. He had found that the Violet Orchid Coven, as it had been called when it existed, had been the home of thousands of witches. The pocket realm was run by their supreme leader, like any other coven. It was unremarkable. It, like all witch realms, looked and felt like a portion of the forest but was bigger on the inside than the outside. It could only be accessed by someone of power or if allowed in.

No one knew how the witch's realms came to be in the first place, but they were littered through the human realm. There were theories, the prevailing belief was that the Moon Goddess created the realms to give safe haven to the witches from the humans and vampires. Witches were the cousin species of warlocks. They evolved with humans and vampires, all three in the realm common from the same hominid–like the people of Therien, where dragon and other shifters and warlocks evolved together. Witches magical abilities were vastly different to Warlocks.

He had read a lot about witches' magic, their ability to draw power from within–they were still mortals though so their magic could become depleted and the skill of the witch varied the same as warlocks. They also used potions more than warlocks and didn't create or use artifices, instead imbuing their magic into talismans. Their internal magic replenished differently as well, where witches replenished from within through rest and food, warlocks could only restock from an external source.

Witches were much less war-mongering than warlocks, too, though that didn't mean there weren't cruel and brutal witches and covens in the human world.

Verin hadn't ever fully understood the tendency of warlocks to covet. Always clawing for power. For the upper hand. Witches seemed content to stay hidden from the human world, most living insularly.

He sighed, conceding he needed to find someone from the Violet Orchid Coven and visit the other sites to gather more information.

Before leaving the site, he set up a series of sensors. He paced everything out to create perfect triangulation for capturing the next event. He couldn’t do anything else, so with one final look around, he headed back to the city.

~*~

"I got a new one for you," Jackie said overly sweetly.

Verin stepped beside her, noting she did the same action as the last time, her flipping the fabric back. His eyebrows raised involuntarily. He could swear it was bigger than what she used on Jo.

He had prepared for her all week, which had been a while for him. As he sized it up, he just hoped the preparation had been enough.

Jo peeked over their shoulders. She made a little noise, tugging at Verin's clothes. He let her pull his clothes off him and draw him to the bedroom.

"You good at sucking c**k?" Jackie asked as she came around the bed.

His eyes followed her. Jo was stroking him as she rained kissing bites along his jaw.

"I've had no complaints," he said with a smile. Taking her shaft, he drew it into this mouth. He tested how his movements made her feel. She laced her fingers in his hair as she thrust into him. He took her deep, pushing against her appendage until she started to moan.

The juxtaposition of Jo gently pushing her fingers into him as she continued a rapid stroke on his rod, her mouth running between his shaft and soft flesh leading to his back passage. His and Jackie's moans mingled as it bounced around the room.

"On your hands and knees," Jackie panted.

He moved for her, bringing himself low. He drew Jo with him as he went, kissing her sweet flesh. "You like watching me get f****d in the mouth?" He asked her between gentle prodding licks against her sweet pot.

"Yes," her eyes were glued to Jackie. Jo's breaths came short as she watched Jackie slowly pulse her tip against Verin's slowly and gently.

He moaned against Jo, earning him a clench of her thighs, as Jackie slowly pushed her way deeper into him.

"Wow," Jackie mumbled, easing into a slow rhythm as she tested his readiness. "You're taking all of me."

He moaned and pushed back against her. Jackie's smooth strokes in him were nice. A good introduction to her size, but he was going to want to amp that up soon.

He picked up the tempo with his mouth, wanting to bring Jo along quickly, hearing how close Jackie sounded as she sped up a little. He drove back against Jackie, her taking the indication from him that he could take a more vigorous motion, hitting harder into him.

"f**k," he groaned. "I'm going to c*m everywhere."

"f**k, yes," Jackie cried out. She bore down on him, and he grasped himself, feeling his tipping point approaching.

Jo rocked against his mouth as she came, his face sliding away from her core slightly, his and Jackie's cries now filling the air.

He bit Jo's inner thigh as Jackie pounded into him. The build was agonising, making him want more at the same time as begging for his release. His hand became wet as he came.

He moaned against Jo's soft flesh, biting and sucking while his orgasm completed. Jackie pushed deep into him, her hands on his hips twitching as she found her release.

"Oh my God," she moaned, "you took that so well." She finished her final thrusts as she came.

He lay on the bed for a few minutes, enjoying the women kissing each other as they talked about what he'd been like to f**k.

"The way you reacted when you saw it, I thought you were going to back out, " Jackie said with a slight smugness to her tone as she stroked his chest.

He smiled, "I told you I'd be ready for you."

"And you were," Jo breathed happily. "Let's have a bath together." She leapt from the bed. Fresh as a daisy after her low-impact contribution.

A deep sigh left him as he settled into the warm water. "It was an exhausting day," he commented at Jackie's smirk, not wanting her to take all the credit. Trapping around earlier that day to the portal sites was more than he usually did. He barely left his office, let alone his desk, when home.

Her smirk stretched into a grin, eager for a rise from him. He pulled her to him and gave her a quick kiss, snaking his tongue the second she gave him any opening. Jackie responded with surprise but reciprocated quickly. He turned the kiss over to Jo, letting the two complete their shared kiss.

He bit his lip as he watched the two women. Physically opposite, Jo's curvy, creamy, freckled flesh contrasted against Jackie's tight, warm honey skin. His thoughts wandered to what he wanted to do when they got out of this bath, and he was ready to go again, but the two women settled back.

"What did you get up to today?" Jo asked.

“Yeah?” Jackie added, “What does the day in the life of an inventor look like?’

Verin exhaled, finding it easy to show his displeasure at his assignment in front of the women, "I'm undertaking investigative research– it's not something I'd usually work on. I’ve been uncertain how best to proceed… You both grew up near the city, right?"

Jackie answered, “Yeah, I grew up in the city, Jo, what, an hour out?”

Jo nodded.

“Have either of you ever been to the Oakland forest?"

Nods. Again, Jackie responded. “I’ve been there once for a music festival.”

Verin looked to Jo, she raised her gaze from the water, “Yeah, I used to go there hiking with my family.”

"Have you heard of any strange occurrences, weird feelings, magnetic disruptions…" he trailed off. He was trying not to make it sound like a ghost story. He knew supernatural happenings were not widely believed here, but some humans did, and Jo said she was Wicca or at least shared the belief. He had looked it up. She may be receptive to even something so outlandish.

Jo narrowed her eyes in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"There have been strange energy readings happening in the forest, and I'm trying to understand the cause. If I can work out if it's only recent or if it has always occurred, it may help me in my research."

Jo shook her head, "Not that I had heard of."

He shrugged. It was worth a shot. He closed his eyes briefly, letting his mind go back to how he wanted to take Jo when they were back in the bedroom.

~*~