A jolt of terror shoots up my spine and I leap from the floor. James tries to grab at me to keep me from leaving but I'm already too far out of reach.
I have enough forethought to wipe my face with the wet rag from the kitchen and answer the door.
Her simple beauty and sweet freckles are the first thing my eyes see when I reach the door. I keep it open only a crack as to know let her see all that had just occurred.
Counselor Potts was taken aback by noise of heavy feet scrambling to thr door. "Uh. Good morning little witch. I've come with some important news."
She even presses her had to the wood to maybe open it farther, but I stand firm to keep her from seeing too much. "Is everything alright? You seem flushed little one."
My cheeks were hot and no doubt bright red. "Everything is fine counselor. I'm just..it's a lot to adjust to." I bite the side of tongue as to not say too much, but some of my true feelings can't help but leak through.
She gives a confused by heartfelt look. She's know how long it took to find my missing piece, so it will be a big change to get used too.
"We'll, I needn't take up too much of your time. I come with good news." Her smile crinkles the sides of eyes and rounds out her cheeks.
"We are to hold your..uh ha..coming of age ceremony for you and your new familiar."
'Coming of age' was a cruel way to put it but funny none the less. "Coming of age? You make me sound geriatric."
He coughs out a short laugh "you know that's not what I meant."
"I know counselor." I nod back "is that all? I don't mean to rush you but a lot has happened so quickly."
"No, no that's fine. I'll leave you to prepare. You'll need to make your crowns be present by sundown at the fairy circle." She recounts the list of items I'll need to collect and what all needs done before waving goodbye. He makes her way down the path back to the forest and disappears amongst the leaves.
She was only here a few minutes but she has unloaded so much into me.
I only get a moment to breath before I have to get back on task. Finally, I would have my ceremony and be a senior member of this coven.
Once the familiar is found we are to be bonded in the eyes of the coven. Our first night came and went, so by this nightfall I will need to have us both cleaned and decorated for the ceremony.
Though, I fear he won't be able to push himself so far.
There wasn't any time to fix that, let alone any time to prepare.
I carefully sneak through the front door to take my leave. He should still be satiated for a short while, yet on high alert. I shouldn't be gone long enough that he chases after me.
I should have just enough time to gather some flowers, maybe pine shoots. Something still to bend into a set of crowns. I make quick work sprinting off towards the garden and the trees to snatch what I can. I needs something light, yet durable.
I scamper back inside with my bounty and to get to work.They would be simple crowns with flower buds sticking out among the little tufts of pine.
Barging back through the door I can see my large mound of stubborn familiar standing behind it. His hand outreaches to where the door hand would be if I hadn't jerked the door open.
He looked greatly displeased with my absence and I need to tread lightly.
His good time was over and with the rut still bubbling under the surface he was bound to be moody.
Yet, he eyed me more cognitively.
He gave me space to step back into the house to take a seat at my table. "Where'd you run off too?" He asked.
"I wasn't gone but for a minute." I try to keep his mind at ease.
"That's not what I asked!" This time he responded more forcefully.
"To gather supplies from the garden." I needed to get him in a much calmer state before dragging him to the ceremony.
I molded and weaved the fronds into a functional crown small enough for my head. Wasn't too shabby, and fair for the last minute.
"What are you doing?" His question was delivered angrily as he leaned over me to sue my work.
"I'm making pine crowns. We'll be needing them."
"We? What for?" He asked.
I had so little time to work with, and there wasn't nearly enough to explain to him the whole ceremony.
The realization that it won't be anything that I dreamed it could be creeps around the back of my mind. It's disappointing, but I need to remain grateful. It was all very complicated, but I need to try. At least for the sake of not keeping him in the dark.
Yet, he looks angry and red, I just hoped I could get through to his foggy mind. "It's a religious ceremony, to celebrate the Maker bringing me to you."
He huffed and rolled wandered back over to the sofa. "You going on about that again?" He snorted in a bit of a bitchy way. He was going to need another dose soon whether I had to stab him in the back of the neck this time.
"James?"
Tasting his name for the first time made my tongue tingle. He turns his head back over to look at me. Red spread round his face and neck, eyes narrowed, teeth clenched. I set the little crown down and pad over to kneel near him. He had a strong resolve, and I trusted him not to pounce unless he sensed it was what I wanted.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
His answer came out in a growl. "I'm fine," he said.
"I think not."
"You think too much." He grumbled.
I purse my lips as I look at the bowl of medicinal remnants. Some of it didn't spill and could still be useful.
"James.." His name was so sweet I wanted to say it more, but I must remain serious. "I greatly admire your iron will, but I would much rather keep you somewhat comfortable."
His stubbornness knows no limit, but at least he was being more vocal.
"What is this ceremony we have to go to?" He just changes the subject completely. Fortunately, I was very eager to talk about the upcoming event. Besides, keeping his ears busy would give me time to grab another needle and pretend to clean up.
"It is when a witch is bound to her familiar in the eyes of the coven. We will don our crowns and recount our vows we are to keep to one another."
I went on and on for what felt like a while about the intricacies of it. All while I wiped away the spilled medicine, a new needle tucked under the knuckle of my finger. He was too drawn into my words to notice. I had picked the partially empty bowl up from the kitchen.
"A familiar is a very important other half. A witch is incomplete without it." I dipped the needle in what was left while out of sight. "Now with you I can rejoin the coven."
"They kicked you out?!" He asked, astonished that you'd be removed for something so trivial. Then again he didn't really understand the religion anyway.
The needle is tucked away again as I re-approach him. "It just shows how important you are to me and the coven."
I notice the way his hackles start to raise, like he can sense what I plan to do. Yet, he doesn't jump away immediately when I make quick work of catching him by surprise. He wouldn't have agreed and I hadn't the time for another mouthful to keep his urges at ease.
I pricked him in the neck while his back was still turned.
This was what made him leap from his seat on the sofa and he tried to lunge at me. I couldn't blame him though, it was a nasty trick.
Luckily he wouldn't get far and with wave of my hand ethereal chains appear from the sofa and wrap around his body. The luminescent blue strains against his body as the chains hold him down as he thrashed to be free. Soon the fight drains from his body and his limp and shaking on the sofa.
I felt a pang of guilt ripple through my chest as he tried to catch his breath. "Full of surprises aren't you, little witch?" A small smirk spreads on his face.
The sentiment made me feel better and I throw him a playful wink before finishing up the crowns.
Now I'm free to work in peace and he's free to fall back asleep for a few more hours. Just until we need to get ready and leave.
After a short while he calmed down as the medicine took affect. The chained faded out in a puff of smoke and he slumped back on the sofa.
While still awake he looked in longing as my eyes lit up over the preparations of folding together his mighty pine crown. I hadn't noticed at first but once I'd spared him a glance I could feel my cheeks grown warm at the way he stared.
By the time we needed to leave I had him awkwardly wrapped in his white cloth, wreath crown topping his messy brown hair, and he'd seemed to be doing well. I'd sensed his temperature had risen but he'd hushed away my questions. I didn't want to poke at what sat within his sharp blue eyes. So I let him tell me his lie about how he was 'doin fine' and 'don't worry about'.
There we were, walking hand in hand into the forest. Safely sticking to what was left of the main trail. The trek had to be made barefoot and James didn't fare any better than I.
He bumped and stumbled here and there. Cursing at his toes or the forest floor every time his foot would catch the dirt or a loose root. I was able to keep him upright and if I tripped he would grab at me and often grew angry at having to let go. I made sure he still had my hand to warm his palm, as it seemed to satiate him.
It was interesting how he became so possessive so quickly. I fear I'll miss it when his affliction has ended, but that would be selfish.
We make it to a large and small circle of white stones in a large clearing.
The grass was kept short enough and the briers didn't grow near it. I held his hand tighter as I led him to the center circle. The light had begun to fade from the sky for some time and soon the witching hour would be upon us. The moon swollen in above us as it shone down upon the circles. I felt like my body was vibrating with excitement, and I almost lost focus of James and his hands reaching through his clothes to itch at his clammy skin. His irritation caused the hair on his arms to stand stiff.
Finally they came.
From the edge of the forest. Twisting between branches as they made they're way to the outer circle.
More were in attendance than I'd anticipated.
James had gotten more and more agitated with each new interloper. All dawning loose white cloth and intricately shaped wooden masks of animal skulls.
I hugged his arm closer to me to keep him by my side. He simmered down when I pulled him back, and he closed his mouth so as to not bare his teeth.
The women gathered around the outer circle. Among them stood the grand witch. Tall and formidable, she emerged from the flock of costumed women. White tendrils of cloth dragged along the grass from her dark arms. Long gray dreadlocks dangled behind her mighty panther mask.
She crossed the threshold of the outer circle to stand in front of the two of us.
With a wave of her hand they all fall in line. Each toe to toe with the stones of the outer ring.
Linked arm to arm, they all wait for her instructions as she addresses the coven. Her voice softly echoes off the tree line as she sways with each word.
"We gather underneath tonight to welcome a new member to our coven. A familiar and his witch stand here be United as one. Let Maker give them strength to care for one alone through both difficult and prosperous time." She turns her back to the circle of women to address us. "Now, you will disrobe and each will place a hand above the other's heart."
Following suit I undo the binding on my cloth as James fumbled with his. Mine falls to the grassy floor before I turn to help detangle him.
He is very hesitant to let it fall completely. His hand is still gripping the cloth over his manhood, and he needn't dare look over my nude body. It all only makes his affliction worse as everything is now stiff and swollen, twitching fiercely under what he has left to cover himself.
The grand witch reaches out to me and has me stand before him to place my hand to his chest. I can feel his heart thrum angrily under his skin.
Then she gestures to him to do the same. His hand presses above my left breast. His fingers bending a little to feel the soft flesh.
Our hearts thrum and beat in a steady rhythm together. Like two melodic drums they pound as one might instrument shaking through our bodies.
The grand witch turns to speak to me first. "Do you swear to lead your familiar down the path of prosperity, and to care for it through sickness or through health".
My voice is shaking and my fingers at his peck, press harder. I'm nearly digging my nails into his skin.
"I swear to him my devotion will never waver and if Maker wishes, neither will my strength to hold him."
I turned from Romanda's mighty frame to glance back at him. His eyes were deep and wide as his stare had never left my lips. His other hand was balled in a fist in the white cloth, and little droplets of sweat formed around his brow.
"Familiar!!" The grand witch called to him, forcing him to snap his attention to her.
"Do you swear to this witch, your life, your allegiance, and your very soul? SPEAK TO HER AS ONLY YOU CAN!" James seemed baffled by this request. Yet, I knew what he needed to do.
I placed one hand at the side of his head to weave into his hair. He leaned hard towards my touch and I could see some of his stress melting with each drop of sweat.
I pressed my forehead to his, and tried with every ounce of power to have my thoughts be heard in the back of his mind.
I called to him. Much like a wisp of smoke in the night air, I keep my words delicate and gentle as I whisper each one from my mind to his. "Speak to me".
He can hear me. His eyes flutter close as he listens to each word.
He doesn't have to do this, and I make that clear.
He doesn't need to be shackled to me, but I plead with him to stay. He is the missing piece I've always searched for, and I can't bear to lose him. Yet, I'd never forgive myself if all was against his will.
When his words come flooding into my mind it's all too beautiful.
'You have no idea how important you are to me, little witch. You were never the only one searching in vain. I will follow as you lead but if I must leave the path you'll need to trust that I'm not leading you to danger either. Take my life, take my soul as they were always yours to have. If I could rip my heart from my chest and lay it at your feet. I only ask that you don't kick it away.'
"Great Maker, bind these creatures together so that their hearts may beat as one." She brings her hands together above her head and chants with every witch in the circle. "So mote it be."
The witches' hands tore away from one another as each danced within the outer circle to the beat of an unseen drum. The grand witch approached the smaller circle and slightly bent down to tap it with her finger. Flames grew from where she touched the white stones, and soon a wall of fire surrounded us. It flickered at a combination of greens, blues and reds.
James' hands find their way to my shoulders, where his grip tightens. Every step closer to the end made him more and more uneasy. If a flame appeared to lick too closely to my skin he'd tighten his embrace.
His body was hot to the touch as I pressed my bare body to his to speak in his ear. "All will be well James, but you need to calm yourself."
He presses his head onto my shoulder with a snarl. Arms still locked tightly around me "You seemed to have skipped this part of the celebration when you were explaining it."
I lean into the embrace, pressing reassuring circles into his skin. "I promised to never lead you astray, and I intended to keep that promise. I swear to you that at this moment you are safe."
I tear away one of my hands to hold it over the flames. They flicked and fluttered around my fingers but not once did they burn my hand.
His hand met mine at the wall of fire and each time he turned his knuckles his skin remained unscathed.
I lean in to press my cheek to his chest. At long last I had him, my familiar. Where our path would lead was very much unsure, but at this moment at our celebration, we could hold one another and dance through the flames as one.
I trail my fingers up his arm and into his other palm to hold his hand. Our embrace became much more gentle as we watched the fire dance about.
In the haze of the barrage of lights I had missed as to when the cloth finally fell from his body or when he leaned in to lock his lips with mine.
His tongue grazed my lower lip to slip past both of them and tackle my tongue.
I struggled only a little but soon gave in to heated sharing of breaths. He had to tear his mouth from mine to drag it downward to bite and suckle at the expanse of my neck and shoulder.
His teeth grew sharper, cracking into points as his skin became red and raw. His hands roamed without shame as each finger dipped and grappled to catch my more sensitive flesh. Fingers curling and wriggling to find purchase. Pawing at my breasts, and catching his nails on the hardening buds.
He hooked and arm around my leg to steal my balance. This topples us to the ground over the roaming light.
That's where they find us breaking through the fire, writhing and clawing at each other's skin. Him to catch the head of his cock on the lip of a familiar comfort, and myself to push him away so not to force the crowd to watch him take me.
Romanda had had her back towards us, but she was all too aware of what was taking place behind her. She needed to speed things along so when she turned back to the other witches she was louder than before. Shushing them and telling everyone to stay calm.
Yet, James didn't pull away. The grand witch turned towards us furiously as the witches of the outer circle began to murmur and whisper amongst themselves.
She marched up to us and pulled us apart, throwing him across the circle.
He's furious but every muscle he has is strained against the hold of her magic as she keeps him at bay.
His body twitches and morphes. Joints popping and bones crackling with their regrowth. Hair spreading over his body and his face stretches and pulls into a furious snout. He is all teeth and and all anger, eating away at his humanity.
The Ceremony is over, there is no time left for camaraderie and celebration.
I lock my knees and steady my gate before lunging at him. Blue light swirling my body before it engulfs both of us. Romania shouts at me as I tackle him and disappear into a flash of light. I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to, James needed satiated or else his wild nature would take over.
The forest spins around us in a wash of pitch black before we're again deposited at the edge of my garden.
I cling to him for only a second more but when the time yields to me I leap away. He of course runs after me still shifting under the light of the moon. Bounding quickly and kicking up dirt behind him.
His still shifting body is the only thing that slows him down enough for me to lead him to the house.
Of course as I run he follows and when able I turn and beckon him towards me. Curling a finger at my barreling lover.
Past the door and over the rug, I stumble into my home. Flinging open doors until I cross the threshold of my bedroom and throw myself upon the bed. He was so forceful before, he'll need to restrained.
He follows not far behind and I think of an incantation as I go. I cup my hands before my face and chant as he claws his way through the house. Nails digging and cutting through wood as he leaps from doorway to doorway.
He stops, standing menacing and tall at the bottom of the bed.
Skin rippled and muscles pulled to their maximum strength. I chant under my breath so that the magic would act as fast as he could leap.
He waits only a second to guarantee that he will catch his prey. He lunged toward to bed as I rolled away and shouted the rest of the incantation.
"ligate eum!"
Blue light erupts from the bed posts and circles him in an instant. He's growling and thrashing as the light swirls and knots around his body in the form of powerful chains. It was much like the ones I'd used earlier, but these needed to be stronger in order to hold him.
I stand at his side as he is bound to the bed. Soon he can't fight the tight hold it has on him and the chains the light formed clank together as he barely shakes to loosen them.
I scramble to his lap to sit near the swollen shaft. I wait, not wanting a burst of adrenaline to allow him to pull free. I start by messaging my fingers into his abdomen.
My other hand circles his weeping tip, spreading the dribbling slick along his shaft to give it proper lubrication. He whined at the small contact, yet it seemed to be calming him down a little.
I add a little of my saliva to the tip to make it nice and slick before climbing on top of him. I perch myself over the throbbing shaft, spread my lower lips over the flared head and press it into my entrance.
I can barely fit him, and the all too familiar pain of my walls being stretched apart comes back at full force.
I take in only what I could at a pace I could keep up with. It's a slow descent as I slide towards the base. He began to writhe and squirm beneath me. He never bucked too hard but he was in dire need of some friction. As restrained as his movement was, the jostling of his cock caused it to bob and prod at the back of my short cunt. My tunnel had only been slightly wet and at first it gave much resistance to his intrusion.
I pushed myself off by a few inches before sliding back down. It's like being torn open all over again as I spear myself onto him. My hands leave his body to clamp around my own mouth, muffling any of my sounds trying to escape.
Girly, whimpery, little moans all forced back down my throat as I dragged his cock through my tightening walls. My inner muscles were squeezing and flexing around him as I tried so desperately to pick up pace.
I'm going too slow to please him and yet I can't push any faster. Soon his mouth shrank back along with his hair, showing again his stubbled chin and soft lips.
The change is slow, much slower than when he'd morphed into his beastly self. Yet, soon he becomes more human again. He still growls from deep in his chest as he tries to buck back at the pitiful drag of my hips.
He clasps his teeth together to keep his own guttural moans at bay. I tear and bounce through the burn my walls weren't yet used to. All to gradually acclimate to the feeling of him stirring around inside my little cunt.
I begin to meet the rhythm of my hips meeting him.
He's gritting, writhing, and whining beneath me. Each drag around his cock is almost too much, but I can't afford to lose speed.
Every part of me conformed to his shape. Every edge and fold inside me clamped around his cock.
It details each vein that ran along his shaft to the subtle curve it took when it grew angrily erect.
He pulls against the bindings as hard as his body allows to offer enough room to piston his hips along with mine. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin and a strained outcry that would escape either of our throats.
Each thrust sounds more sloppy and wet than the last.. Each hop and bounce going out of sync as the bulb at the end of his cock begins to grow.
I barely get the top of it past the small opening anymore. My pace had to be nearly halted as The knot got bigger and bigger. I tried to force as much as my walls would strenuously allow. Pulling them to their limit until I was able to get half of it inside. I pushed down with all my body weight, and finally with a light pop I had it fully embraced by my soft walls.
He shouts and grits out obscenities as his hips buck wildly at the joining of our two bodies.
The stretch came with a bolt of raw pain, flaring out all over my lower flower. It twitches through my pearl and all the way to the back walls of my cunt.
It's such an endless burning mix of pain and pleasure that a numbing fire engulfs my lower body.
His balls twitch as he paints my walls with his thick seed. His knot keeps as much inside as possible. Only a thin dribblet of cum runs free down the cleft of his balls.
It forms a little river around him to drip down onto the bed. This tiny river joined the tiny drops of blood that also escaped from the tearing of my inner walls.
This night was far from over, as were the many days that will follow.
I allowed the light of the bindings to fade away, leaving his arms free to wrap around my body and his hands to roam each corner and curve. His hips move on occasion to push and pull at his knot still buried inside me.
He pulled me to him tightly, squeezing his arms as if to squish us together.
He pressed his face to my hair and to breathe in my scent. For some time we'll lay just like this until he regains energy and lets his rut take over. Then I will have to meet everything he will throw at me until we reach the end of his cycle.
My familiar and I will meet every challenge together.