Just a Taste/Start/Day5/Witches

Day Five or is it

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Andrew woke up to a pounding headache. He was groggy and cold. He opened his eyes and saw only darkness. He was confused, he was not in his bed. He remembered going to sleep in his room, his sister Erin snuggled against him, his cock still buried into her recently deflowered ass.

His thoughts were called back to his current situation as he heard the sound of a door opening. Andrew closed his eyes as the room was flooded with bright light. His head hurt more and he felt dizzy. “Get up boy, you are wanted in the ritual room.” A loud deep voice growled.

Andrew felt a hand grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him from the bed. He tried to stand up and gain his balance, but when he opened his eyes, everything just spun and wobbled. The hand grabbed him by the back and held him in place as he gained his balance. His eyes gradually adjusted to the light and the room stopped spinning.

Once he was stable on his feet, he looked towards the owner of the hand. It was Mr. Godwine, Jennifer Godwine’s father. A very large imposing man, over six and a half feet tall and at least 240 plus pounds of solid muscle. He had dark black hair cut in a crew cut, large ominous eyes and a very strong square jaw.

“Move.” Mr. Godwine growled.

“Yes sir,” Andrew stammered as he started walking forward out of the small room he found himself in.

As he walked into the hallway, something that had been nagging at his mind finally dawned on him. Everything was quiet. Not just in the hall, but in his mind. He could not feel his sisters, mother, Drew, anyone. They were all gone. Andrew began to panic. What was going on? What happened to his family and friends? What happened to his girls?

Andrew stumbled down the long grey hallway. It was cold and damp, with solid metal doors down the full length of both sides. The walls and air was damp with moisture and an occasional drip could be heard echoing from somewhere behind him. His mind was numb from the shock and loss, of no longer being able to feel his girls. He had only had the abilities for less than a week. The whole time he only wanted the feelings and thoughts to go away, to be alone in his mind. Now he had his wish and it tore at his soul, he wanted them back. He worried for them. “Where are we?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around his chest in an effort to stay warm in the cold damp air. His bare feet were freezing as he stumbled along the cold damp stone floor.

“The Coven.” Mr. Godwine responded as they walked up to the end of the hall, up to a large wooden door.

Mr. Godwine reached over Andrew and knocked three times on the door. Each knock echoed ominously down the hall. The silence was broken by the sound of a bolt being thrown from behind the door, then the door slowly creaked open. Mrs. Godwine stood on the other side of the door, she looked from her husband to Andrew and then motioned for them to enter the room.

The room was much warmer and dryer then the hall. The floor was still stone, but it no longer sapped the heat from Andrew’s feet, and a small bead of sweat began to form on his brow. “Thank you Martin, we have it from here. Your brothers are upstairs. Please entertain them until we are done,” She stated in a monotone voice. “Andrew please come and sit, we have much to discuss.”

The room was a large round room, with bookshelves lining each the wall, floor to ceiling. In the center of the room were three tables set up in a triangle formation with books, random papers and other odd and unidentifiable nick nacks stacked on them. There was a smaller table to Andrew’s right with a chemistry setup, and several vials of bubbling liquid. Mrs. Godwin escorted Andrew over to three leather couches, also in a triangle pattern. One was black, one was rose red and the third was a navy blue. A plush leather chair sat between the black and blue couch. A woman with dark rosy red hair, sat on the red couch with a dour expression on her face, a blond haired woman sat on the blue couch. All three women had matching long, sleek and sexy gothic dresses. Mrs. Godwins, was black, the blond haired woman’s was navy blue and the red haired woman’s was forest green.

Andrew took a seat in the chair and Ms. Godwin sat on the black couch. The three women looked towards each other and then the blond began to speak. “Andrew welcome to The Coven. I apologize for the nature of our meeting and having to pluck you from your bed and loving family. We did try and reach you by other means. When that failed you left us little choice. Things have been happening over the last week that have gotten our notice. If it is important enough to get our notice then something is very wrong.”

Mrs. Goodwin nodded to the other woman and then spoke. “In order for you to understand the magnitude of what is wrong, you need to understand something of our nature. And do to some unforeseen issues we do not have a lot of time, so please limit your questions,” She said in her typical cold tone. The red head then spoke. “My name is Nadia, You know Morgan” Indicating Mrs. Godwine, “and that is Onya,” she said as she pointed to the blond. “The Coven is a sisterhood of three witches, we are guardians of our enclave and the surrounding lands. Our magic is as old as time, and our rituals are very precise.”

“Recently you had an encounter with one of Morgan’s daughters, Jennifer,” Onya continued. “during this encounter she came into contact with some pheromones and other chemicals of a magical nature. We had reason to believe these chemicals were produced by your own body and secreted through your sweat.”

Nadia again spoke. “The nature of our magic centers on the power of the triad, the number three and numbers devisable by three, are very important in all things we do. Every sister comes to her maturity and has her first womanly cycle exactly at twelve noon on her twelfth birthday.”

“When you interacted with Jenifer,” Onya stated. “The chemicals in your sweat somehow bonded her to you and started her cycle prematurely. This has caused serious harm to The Coven and we had to discover the cause.”

Ms. Godwin moved down the couch, closer to where Andrew sat, taking the information provided in as best he could. “At first we thought you were a threat, we could detect the effects of your abilities on several girls and women around town. Your sister Lacy had the highest concentration. So we brought the two of you here in secrecy so we could ascertain the nature of your abilities and your intent.”

“We ascertained through our divinations, that your abilities did not originate from you, but are due to things that have been done to you. The accident at the school, your abilities and your encounter with the girl named Drew, have all been due to the actions of others.” Nadia stated.

“It has been decided, that whoever did this to you is the real threat, we have taken actions to prevent you from further corrupting The Coven, or any other Covens, on purpose or by accident. At this time you are not a threat, though we do not agree with your actions, they are of a minor nature and not something that we have to deal with. As long as you keep your heart true and do not try to extend your abilities in a manner that threatens the community or The Coven, more than you already have, we will let you be. Onya said as she pulled at the hem of her dress. “Unfortunately for us Jennifer, My daughter Luna, and Nadia’s daughter Kiely are no longer of use to The Coven. They have ensured that all three have been exposed to your sweat and your saliva. They await you to finalize their transformation. They will be your personal Coven and your guides in the world of magic. They will protect you from further manipulation, and help you to find the one who did this to you.”

Andrew sat up a bit in his chair and stared at the three women. “Wait let me see if I understand this, you are witches, your daughters are witches, but somehow I corrupted one of them and so you are giving daughters to me?”

“It is as our divinations have revealed.” Ms. Godwin replied coldly. “We have divined the nature of some of your abilities. As you have probably already garnered, your saliva has a semi-brainwashing effect, stronger against females than males. Your semen if ingested, into a female’s body after coming into contact with your saliva, finalizes the effect. Your sweat releases pheromones, which draws females to you and somehow influences their minds, subconsciously, to do what you wish. If ingested by a female she immediately becomes fertile for six days.”

“What, wait if I have sex with someone who has tasted my sweat?”

She will become pregnant, if it is within six days of initial ingestion. Onya responded.

“Oh, wow.” Andrew whispered to himself. His mind reeling and trying to think about who had tasted his sweat over the last week.

“There is one more thing.” Nadia said as she rose from the couch. “We have managed to temporarily block your influence on the women outside this compound, according to our husbands and daughters, it has not gone over very well. We also tried to cure your sister from your influence, we did manage to sever the link between you. Her reaction to this was very extreme, which is why we decided to wake you and end our tests.”

Andrew jumped from his chair. “What did you do to Lacy?” he growled, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise along with his anger.

“She is not harmed, but she is not in a good way. We immediately performed a divination to determine the best way to fix what we had done. When we severed the link, she grew agitated and upset. It seems that only you can release her from her bonds without causing distress and issues.” Onya replied. “Sense she was already induced, and then the link was forcibly removed, the only way to restore that link is a stronger form of claiming.”

“You have to have sex with your sister and ejaculate into her womb, or she will go mad and die.” Mrs. Godwin stated coldly. “We will take you to her now, she has been prepped for your claiming.

“What!” Andrew exclaimed. “You can’t be serious, she is only twelve years old and my sister for god’s sake.”

“I am sorry Andrew, if there was any other way we would do it. There is nothing else that our divinations can find to fix her. There is not enough time to search for other options.” Nadia replied as the three women led him out a smaller door he had not noticed before.

Onya walked beside him down the long hall. It was different from the previous hall. The walls were painted white and the floor was carpeted in black, rose red and navy blue patterns. “One other thing I feel you should know,” She whispered. “The others were reluctant to tell you, though I feel it is important. This is an important moment in your life, a break in the pattern if you will. You have a choice, take your sister and claim her as yours forever, or reject her. If you claim her, there is no going back. The others you can still release, but this, this is final. This will also change something in you. A lot of what is holding you back will be stripped away by your claiming of your sister, it will complete something that started when she first tasted your saliva. If you reject her she will die and again something in you will change.”

“Do you know what will change?” Andrew whispered.

“If you claim her, then you will lose some of your objections to taking others. What is holding you back from fully taking your younger charges, what is keeping you from bringing others into the fold, it will lessen or disappear. You will still remain you, just with less holding you back. If you reject her, you will lose who you are. It will set you down a path that will consume your soul and the souls of those you claim.” She replied as she walked ahead of him, leaving him to his thoughts.

They walked past three sets of doors before the group stopped. Andrew could hear a muffled voice coming from behind the door. Mrs. Godwine looked to her sisters and then opened the door. The quiet hall was filled with his little sister’s voice as she screamed at Mrs. Godwine. “You fucking bitch, where the fuck is my master, what have you done to me. Let me go right…” Her screams stopped when Andrew walked through the door. “Andrew, thank god, please help me, I can’t feel you anymore, they did something to me.”

Andrew stopped in shock at the site of his little sister. She was completely naked and strapped into a gynecological exam chair, her legs were spread wide open and he could see a fluid leaking from her and puddling onto the floor.

“The leaking started shortly after we severed the link, it was what gave us our first clue as to what needed to be done, the profanity started last night.” Nadia said as she motioned towards Lacey.

“Last night? How long have we been here?” Andrew asked, as he felt his cock growing hard. He started to sniff the air and noticed a very strong and arousing sent in the room.

“Three days.” Ms. Godwin replied.

Andrew walked up to his sister and brought his hand to her cheek. She nuzzled her face against his hand and whimpered. “Please Andrew, help me I am going crazy, I need you, I need to feel you, I need your love.”

Andrew looked towards the three women. “This is not how her first time should have been.” He growled. “She deserves better than this.”

Nadia and Onya both looked ashamed and nodded in response, Morgan was her usual emotionless self as she watched Andrew and Lacy. “Andrew, this is a waste of time and energy, you’re not going to save her like that. Please stop wasting time and proceed with inseminating your sister.”

“I’ll be right back.” Onya stated as she walked out of the room.

• Give Lacey what she needs.

• You cant do this, it's not right, there has to be another way.