Tess had cast a proper circle.. Black salt and candles of various colors created the large perimeter she needed, and inside the circle various bones, blood, entrails and other ingredients had been balanced out and measured. Astral projection was a difficult enough spell, but what she had planned would take even more skill and power. She had done the actual casting moments before, and now laid back onto a pillow, the circle large enough to hold her whole body. In one hand was a knife, and in the other a crystal black as death. She held both tight as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Her undead dog, Riley, yapped in the other room of her one bedroom apartment. She’d tend to him after this was done. It took only a few minutes to drift off, the spell helping her along. Once her breathing slowed, she began to levitate off the ground. She rose within the circle, her face now just an inch from the ceiling. Her eyes shot open and were as black as the void itself. Her lips formed a single word. “Wren,” she called out, or Black Philip called out. It wasn’t exactly clear who was speaking.
The magic weaved through the city, finding the Parlor of Purgatory with ease. Tess had visited the outside of the building just the night before. It was an impressive magical fortress, but even the mightiest of castles had weak gates, and the magic she was casting tonight was one such weakness. Dream Tess managed to slip through the complicated and ancient magic, her exact wording of the spell allowing it to be perceived as harmless. Once inside, the sleeping magic found her intended target, and Tess’s soft laughter was heard by the walls of the Parlor. The house moaned in protest at the intrusion, but now inside it was powerless to stop her. Wren’s sleep became unnatural and deep, and the black dreamless sleep he’d been in before was replaced by something far more sinister.
Wren’s eyes shot open and the druid would find himself in his room at the Parlor. Tess’s soft laughter could still be heard, and the door to his room creaked open. The laughter called to him, and by the nature of the spell that was cast, he began to follow. The laughter led him all through the house until finally they were in a bathroom with an oversized clawfoot tub, and an old radio. As Wren opened the door, hundreds of lit candles littered the room, and in the tub with bubbles up to her neck was Thesdea Thane.
“I’m so happy you came,” she said with a mockful meekness, her naked body hidden beneath the liquid and foam. “Don’t you think we need music,” she asked the room, and pointed a finger at the radio cabinet. While a loose boom toob or two started up, she turned back to her intended lover. “Well are you just going to leave me in here all alone,” she asked, pointing to the tub. Her arm was thin and milky white, and a powerful feeling of softness imminated from her. The radio finally worked itself out and a song began to play in the background. While unsure if he’d ever heard it, the tune was designed to feel familiar, and she smiled wickedly as she beckoned the handsome Druid to join her in the tub, a crooked finger guiding him closer and closer.
[[OOC: Donovan's
Season of the Witch plays from the radio.]]
“Strip,” she commanded, and watched as her target took off whatever clothes he was wearing. His body was hard, well trained, and undersexed. She could fix that last part. Once nude she pointed again to the tub and he slowly got in, unable to speak for some reason. Back in her apartment, Tess’s clothes melted away, leaving her floating nude in all her glory. The candles shot up high, and the song filled her apartment. Back at the Parlor she now shared the tub, a girlish mix of intrigue and mischievousness crossing her face. She wanted this to avoid looking like a two dollar porno, and so didn’t use any silly voices, or play some bimbo character. She was herself; a woman looking for sex from a man. She asked softly, “do you want to kiss me?” The dream druid nodded, and moved through the water to wrap his strong arms around her back. If there was any resistance to the spell, Tess didn’t sense it, and so she used her free hand to guide Wren to her lips. The warm water and closeness made them both start to sweat, and she took her lover’s hands and ran them down her body, letting him explore her curves and the plumpness of her flesh in erogenous locations. She kissed him eagerly, and harshly, biting his lower lip and moved her hand under the water towards his rod.
She began to massage him, watching his poor dumb face for every pleased reaction. Men were just tools to her, and this new one was by far the best one she’d seen in years. His soul reeked of conflict, and she was as attracted to his darkness as she was to the light within him. She wanted him to be with her, to join her in her unholy cause. If she could only show him her’s was a righteous one. Well, all things would come in time, and tonight was about something far more carnal then the nature of his soul.
Once he was hard, she moved his hands to her opening, guiding him inside and towards her mound. Her head tilted back and she placed her hands on the edge of the tub. She began to moan, letting Wren work her over and stimulate her to the point where she’d want more of him. Wren was looking at the witch’s face to see if she was pleased with him, and she wondered if this was his genuine feeling or perhaps the dream taking over for her too. Whatever the reason, she liked the worship she was receiving, his fingers tickling and stimulating her in all the right places. She could sense his eagerness, his lust and perhaps deeper down his anger. She liked that anger, and wanted that to be within him as they took the next step. To that end, she slapped him with a free hand, laughing darkly as several of the candles in the room puffed out.
His hands were around her throat now, and she climbed on top of him, finding his erection and guiding him inside her. Even within the dream it took her a moment to accommodate him, but very soon she began to ride, his hands squeezing her throat as she moved slowly up and down. This rhythm continued for a few minutes with kissing, hands, nipples and hot breath filling in the gaps as the rest of them moved in tandem. She was doing most of the work, but it was her spell, and he didn’t seem to mind. In another situation she’d want him to fuck her with all that anger he felt beneath the surface. Yes, it was his lust and his anger that pulled him closer and closer to her, and similarly brought him closer and closer to his climax. She felt her cliamx coming as well, pleased that Wren inside her brought such strong physical pleasure.
However, something began to change. The song now sounded like only an echo and the remaining candles fizzled out one by one. The room grew darker and darker until only a single flame illuminated the room. Wren would see Tess’s eyes reflect that light like a beast’s. He begin to panic, but supernatural and strong arms pinned his to the tub. When he looked to them he’d see not the thin, milky white arms of the fair maiden, but the black hair and hooves of a goat. He looked next to her face and saw it was still her own, her coy smile confusing him even more. The final light went out and he began to feel himself climax, releasing his dream seed deep inside her. All the candles suddenly relit on their own and shot up high, threatening to light the very parlor on fire. Wren wouldn’t notice any of this, for as he looked upon Tess - half way through his orgasm - he saw his lover was a black goat, it’s hot breath on his face.
An evil and deep voice, the same one that had demanded the treacle, whispered to him, “Your soul will be mine.” The goat head moved closer to lick his face, but a strong hand entered the dream and pulled the goat back, ripping it from Wren. The goat’s scream turned into Tess’s scream, and back at her apartment she dropped to the ground, smacking her head on the ground, the pillow just an inch too far to the left. “Fuck,” she yelled, upset she hadn’t finished. On the positive side, her master was pleased. She could sense it.
Back at the Parlor, Wren would awaken, naked in an empty tub. He’d slept walked there, and he could feel his erection shrinking. A pile of seed stained the tub. Tess reached inside herself and pulled a small amount of the milky white substance from her and placed it in a crystal vial. She’d acquired her first ingredient.
Thanks Wren, she thought, wondering if her partner could hear it.