Witchfire (1/4,FF,Sexfight,Fantasy)

Witchfire (Part One)

The elders of the coven made the final arrangements.
The site of the sacred Sabbat would be prepared.  The
necessary hiding spells would be cast, and the
messages would be sent.  Then at sunset, and with full
audience, the two chosen daughters of the coven would
meet as mortals in a struggle as old as time, and with
a passion that could fell a colossus.

Marriage between covens is a time-tested means of
securing an alliance.  The wizard of the Lovecraft
coven was powerful and charismatic - and charming in
every sense of the word.  The two young witches of the
Shelley coven, Pandora and Hera, were both smitten by
the sight of the wizard - and longed to be the
fulfillment of his desires.

The wizard found much to admire in both Pandora and
Hera.  They were both comely witches, just at twenty
years of age, shapely and sweet, but different in
appearance and nature.  He found that he could not
decide which witch was most suited.  So he had invoked
the ancient ritual.  Pandora and Hera would unite in a
sexual competition, using their carnal impulses to
exhaust the other, to drain her and produce as many
climaxes as possible.  One must submit.  One must
prevail.

Pandora had pure black hair that fell in thick waves
around her narrow shoulders.  Her eyes were dark, with
flecks of gold, and her full lips and fine bone
structure produced a stunning face.  Her breasts were
not large, but they were formed nicely, high and
proud, with crowning nipples that betrayed themselves
under her robe.  She was tall and carried herself with
easy grace.

Hera had pearly hair, a shimmering whiteness framing
her face.  Her eyes were a startling green.   Her
mouth was narrower, and her face had a patrician form,
regal and knowing.  She was narrow in the waist, and
had full and heavy breasts.  Her hips were wider than
Pandora's, but her legs were sleek and strong.

The members of the covens gathered in the clearing, a
low murmur of excitement audible between the witches
and wizards.  Over them, salamanders darted here and
there, igniting brief flares of firelight that hung in
the air, flickering and dancing.  A crescent moon hung
low over the trees in the west.  The brighter stars
came into view.  The hiding spells were such that no
mortal would see this Sabbat.

Other species of fantasy folk found their way in.
Elves and Brownies and other Little Ones dodged around
the feet of the larger people. Tiny faeries flew in
graceful loops, incandescent and chattering in high
tones about the upcoming contest.

Almost time.  The wizard from Lovecraft coven sat down
on a large rock at one end of the clearing.  The
witches from his coven formed half of a large circle
of people, and the witches of Shelley coven made up
the other half.  They were dressed in their finest
robes, and wore living jewelry that sparkled and sang
softly.

One faery fluttered by the elders of Shelley coven,
seated near the wizard.  One of the old witches
gestured and intoned in the archaic tongue.  The faery
found herself getting bigger.  As she grew in size,
she moved to the center of the circle, and when she
alighted, she was six feet tall.  She was pure golden
light, naked and small breasted, with fluttering
diaphanous wings.   A small tuft of yellow hair was at
the juncture of her iridescent legs.

She spoke:  "Thank you, elders, for this opportunity.
We are here to bear witness to love's battle for the
wizard of Lovecraft coven.  This is our way, and it is
good."

The crowd echoed the words softly.

The faery went on.  "Pandora and Hera, come forward."

The two young witches rose to their feet and walked
towards the center by the faery.

The faery said, "Do you enter into this contest of
your own free will and for the love of this wizard?"

Both witches nodded.  The faery motioned towards two
of the elders.  The women came forward.  One went to
Pandora's back and removed the robe.  It disappeared.
Pandora stood there naked, her face half in shadow.
She had a thick patch of black pubic hair.

Hera's robe was also removed.  The two young naked
witches faced each other.  Their eyes were distant and
unreadable.  One might have detected a slight
trembling in their frames.

The faery said, "Before you begin, affirm your love
for the coven and each other."

Pandora and Hera stepped forward.  They brought their
arms together, and embraced.  They exchanged a brief
look, then kissed.  After they separated, they stepped
back and faced their coven.  They opened their arms
wide and made the gesture of acceptance and love.

The faery said, "Administer the spell."

The two women must compete as mortals.  The two elders
reached into their pouches.  Each one produced a small
sack of cold iron powder.  They spoke a few potent
words, as old as the stars, and then threw the powder
over the women.

Both women inhaled deeply, then gasped.   Their
witchcraft was stripped from them.  They could not use
magic in this battle.

The faery said, "Are you ready, Pandora and Hera?"

Pandora moved next to Hera.  She brought her face
close to her opponent's.  She whispered, "Do we do
sweet battle, my cousin?"

Hera said, softly, "Let us meet between lust and
light, my cousin."

The faery was starting to change back to her normal
form.  She started to shrink and hover in the air.
The two elders move back to the circle.

The faery's final words, high and piping, were, "Then
begin."