Whispers of the Past

by Shawna Hunter

  “Patience,” she said with an almost feral smile, “you will get your turn.”

  “Not before me, though,” Panathea purred, “right great ones?” The words were spoken in a hungry voice that was momentarily similar to the one that emanated from Nightshadow, but Panathea remained her own.

  “Indeed child,” Nightshadow confirmed as she stroked Panathea’s cheek. Panathea’s hands moved to her side as she stepped forward. Everything about her demeanor had been changed by that kiss. She walked with the confidence of a runway model, and she showed no hesitation as she knelt down before Silvanth. Even as zi attempted to stammer out an objection, Panathea’s tongue snaked out, tickling zir balls before dragging itself up the length of zir shaft. When Panathea reached the top and took the head of zir cock between those soft, full lips, her eyes met Silvanth’s. That’s when zi knew that there would be no reasoning with her. Those eyes were aglow with a pinkish radiance that could mean only one thing. Panathea had been overtaken by Nightshadow’s unnatural lusts. Zi might have said as much, but Panathea’s actions had robbed zir of zir voice. Zi could only shudder and moan as zi gave into Panathea’s assault.

  Moonbane watched as her once and future lover tormented her mentor’s cock with those full lips. This was the punishment she’d declared for Panathea. Forcing her to have sex with a man, or at least whatever Silvanth was, in the sight of the woman she wanted. It was meant to make her feel ashamed of the desires that had lead her to break Moonbane’s heart, but those considerations were long gone. Now there was only the passion and the need for experience.

  Silvanth’s enjoyment or lack thereof should have been a concern, but it wasn’t. Moonbane’s attention was fully on Panathea. She was sucking Silvanth’s cock in earnest now, the pain of the welts obliterated from her mind by the lustful energies swirling within the circle. As she watched her lover work, she felt jealousy and hunger warring within her. The sight felt so wrong, and yet it aroused her. It aroused her so much that when Nightshadow’s arms wrapped around her hips from behind, she welcomed them. The caress was almost alien to her. Nighshadow’s long, thin fingers had always seemed so cool to the touch, but now they burned with an unnatural but welcome heat as they teased their way across Moonbane’s thigh.

  At the same time Nightshadow’s other hand rose up across her stomach to caress her breast, Moonbane did not object but kept her eyes on Panathea and Silvanth, even as the thin blades of Nightshadow’s fingers began to pinch at her soft, pink nipple. Even as the unnatural warmth began to circle her clit.

  “The vessel has long felt desires for Silvanth,” Nightshadow whispered in Moonbane’s ear as she watched Panathea suck Silvanth, “and was even aroused by Panathea’s displays. She had not considered you, however, but she is regretting that now. She has not left this vessel, you see. She can feel everything that it does to you and everything that you will do to it.” Moonbane allowed her gaze to be pulled away from the others as Nightshadow turned her and met her lips. At the first contact she was undone.

  The lustful energy entrapped her mind and fogged her senses before she even had time to comprehend what had happened. She felt her body respond with a need that went beyond reason as her hands wrapped around Nightshadow’s thin waist. There was no uncertainty as her hand plunged down the taller woman’s body or as she allowed Nightshadow’s slender thigh to move up between her own legs to tease the heat building there. She knew without having to be told that she would not fall and so she threw caution to the wind. Her pounding heart obliterated the vestiges of fear as she allowed her body to be lifted by the same energies that held Nightshadow aloft.

  Overwhelmed by the ecstasy of making love to the multitudes within her friend she could not but surrender to the moment. Panathea and Silvanth were not still, either, as their companions floated in each other’s arms above them. Panathea released Silvanth’s cock with a delighted “mmm” and giggled through closed lips at Silvanth’s shuddering moan. Zi was in awe of zirself, both for the pleasure zi was feeling, and the stamina that had kept zir in action through zir assault. Zi began to wonder if even the release of zir hated seed would save zir from what was coming, but as soon as the question formed, it was answered. Panathea had to swallow before she could speak, and yet there was still a hardened cock before her as she crawled up zir body.

  Positioning that still ready cock between her thighs, she considered the friend beneath her, but zi could see that there was no chance of mercy. Panathea was drunk on the carnal energies surrounding them and could not be stopped.

  “You’ve nothing to be ashamed of,” she purred, “you’re delicious. Come here, taste yourself on my lips while I ride you.”

  “Pana…” she placed a finger against zir lips before zi could speak.

  “No lies, no hiding, Trevor. My name is Nicole, and that’s what you are going to call me while we fuck.” Silvanth had no time to deny it. Her lips were on zir as soon as she pulled her finger away, and just as she’d promised, zi could taste zirself on her tongue. The shame of that combined with the shame of the realization that zi was still hard, and zi was struck by a fresh revelation. Part of it, zi knew, was the power controlling the coven, but zi could not deny the deeper truth. The shame was arousing zir too.

  Panathea giggled against zir lips as she felt zir cock bob in response to the kiss. Finally, she let Silvanth free as she rose up to tease and position the cock beneath her. In that moment, zi made one final, half-hearted plea. Only to emphasize the futility and provoke zir own wonder at how hot it made zir.

  “Please, Nicole, don’t do this.”

  “She cannot hear you,” on of Nightshadow’s many voices moaned.

  “Let me taste my lover,” Panathea begged the beings above her as she sank down on Silvanth’s enormous cock.

  “As you wish,” Nightshadow laughed. Moonbane, lost in ecstasy, spun in the air until she was positioned above Panathea. Silvanth was mesmerized by the sight, but neither woman seemed to care. Moonbane began writhing in pleasure the moment Panathea’s tongue set to work, and Silvanth was soon lost as well. Zir pleasure was not a concern of the women. Panathea’s hands were gripping her floating lover’s ass as she feasted but her hips did begin to bob on Silvanth’s cock as if they had a mind of their own. Moonbane could only cry out in pleasure as she felt her lover grip her hips and refuse to allow any space between clit and tongue, but Silvanth was not as entertained.

  Zi wept as Panathea bounced on zir hated organ, no more than a dildo to be used by the two women. Silvanth was devastated by the pleasure inflicted upon zir by zir own friends using the part of zirself zi hated most. Zi was humiliated beyond belief and was so distracted by the sensations of shame and pleasure that zi did not see how things could get worse. Not until zi saw, through zir cross-eyed and tear blurred vision, that Nightshadow was not content to be an airborne observer. She had landed and was standing over zir as the two women continued to use zir lower half obliviously.

  “Why cry, foolish child?” She teased the bound coven leader as zi was used by zir sisters. “Do you not enjoy the shame?”

  “My thoughts are my own,” zi cried out, but this only provoked more mocking laughter.

  “Nothing is private in the circle. Have your studies not taught you that?” Silvanth thrashed in the roots, but it succeeded in nothing more than eliciting a fresh moan from Panathea.

  “Ya, fuck her good,” Moonbane cried out from above.

  “Is it not everything you wanted?” Nightshadow asked.

  “It’s horrible,” Silvanth bellowed.

  “What have I told you about lying?” Nightshadow asked. Silvanth’s eyes widened as zi realized the fresh horror that awaited zir. One which no one else could see. Nightshadow made sure of that as she fell to her knees over zir and lowered her pussy to zir lips.

  “Time to pay for our favors,” the voices teased as Nightshadow’s hand began to heat Silvanth’s meal.

  “N-no,” Silvanth’s muffled objectio
ns rang out and Nightshadow began to shake with rage at the rejection. It was only Moonbane, who leaned back to meet Nightshadow’s gaze, that saved the poor fool.

  “Zi is not just the masculine,” she suggested through her moans, “show zir feminine pleasures as well, and you may find zir more obedient to your desires.”

  “Like these,” Panathea sighed as her fingers slid into Moonbane’s secrets knowing that Nightshadow did not need eyes to understand the target of those probing digits.

  “I see,” Nightshadow’s many voices sang.

  “No!” Silvanth begged as zi felt the roots forming beneath zir.

  “Then put that prideful tongue to work,” Nightshadow demanded. Silvanth obeyed with all the panicked intensity of a person with no recourse left but to please zir tormentors. Nightshadow’s features contorted in response first in discomfort then confusion but gradually melting into pleasure as Silvanth figured out the task. The energies grew ever stronger as the fresh waves of delight that Nightshadow felt at having the object of her secret desires service her fed the pleasures of those inhabiting her body.

  Moonbane and Panathea cried out in ecstasy as they sank deeper into the lustful spell influencing them, and even Silvanth groaned as Panathea and Nightshadow rode zir offerings with renewed intensity. Yet, it was not enough to placate the ancients. Nightshadow’s head tilted as if listening to a sweet melody on the wind and a moment later the many voices cooed to the being below her, “I hear your desires.”

  “No,” Silvanth’s muffled cry only fueled Nightshadow’s twisted interest as the roots below zir continued their growth. Silvanth’s tongue stilled at the violation, but Panathea’s moans confirmed that zi was not as displeased as zi let on. Silvanth confirmed it zirself when, once filled by Nightshadow’s gift, zi returned zir tongue to its task with renewed vigor.

  “We feel it,” the many voices cried out in elation, “the pleasures of the feminine and masculine.” Panathea let loose a moan that drew all attention as her fingernails sank into her floating lover’s flesh.

  “By the gods,” she cried causing Nightshadow’s ears to twitch, “zi is cumming inside me! You bastard don’t…you dare…get me…”

  “Fear not, lovely one,” Nightshadow promised, “you will bare no children from this night. Your fate lies in another direction.” Moonbane’s eyes were filled with concern as her head dropped back to face Nightshadow once more. Her body was stiffening against a fresh orgasm, but she fought back both the pleasure and the unnatural lust. The woman’s eyes cleared of the pink haze long enough to give voice to her question, and Nightshadow paused her own revelry to consider her words.

  “Am I on the path fate has set for her?” she pleaded.

  “You are, my student,” Nightshadow promised, “but you have a lesson of your own to learn. Take her place upon the fool’s organ.” Moonbane began to float down, but even as she did, she lamented.

  “Please…I’m not into…”

  “That is why you must,” Nightshadow lectured, “this is a night for…revelations,” the words were stretched by a moan of pleasure from many of the voices as Nightshadow was brought to orgasm by Silvanth. This did not dissuade her, however, as the voices continued as if moaning and speaking at the same time. “You must experience what you demanded of your lover if there is to be a…true…resolution to your…conflict.” Nightshadow continued to show the advantages of her condition. She did not have to choose between pleasure and conversation. The voices within her were all from different minds, and this permitted her an odd form of multitasking. It was as though the many layers of a complex musical piece were emitting from her singular mouth, and though the moaning filled the air the words that accompanied it were clear.

  Moonbane was able to understand her task as she sank onto her knees. Panathea, however, was not eager to surrender Silvanth’s cock. Moonbane had to persuade her in the end with a long, groping embrace. Their lips met, and for a long moment, they simply enjoyed one another until Panathea finally relented. She rose, and Moonbane was granted her first look at the cock she’d been ordered to ride. Silvanth had indeed cum, but the release had had little effect on the rigidity of zir organ. It glistened in the moonlight, ready for further abuse as the roots beneath it gave zir a taste of the other side of the coin. Only Nightshadow, with her supernatural senses, was aware of how zi was enjoying this treatment and how oblivious zi had become to who was making use of the cock. Panathea, in particular, had lost all interest in Silvanth as soon as she’d broken contact. Her eyes were now on Moonbane who studied her mount as it bobbed eagerly between them. With a gentle hand, Panathea tapped Moonbane’s chin and forced her lover’s attention. Moonbane was terrified.

  “I’m right here with you,” she promised as she helped Moonbane mount poor Silvanth. Panathea caressed Moonbane as she bobbed and ground against the unfamiliar organ, easing her lover into accepting the imposing fullness offered by SIlvanth’s sheer size and girth. Moonbane gasped as her body relaxed and accommodated the mass, but Panathea would not be forgotten. She moved to her side and brought her tongue to where Silvanth’s cock met her lover and set it to work on Moonbane’s clit. Moonbane roared in delight but she would not allow her love to go unsatisfied for long. Daring to break Nightshadow from her own joys in observing the sight while drowning Silvanth in her juices, she made the request eagerly.

  “Can you bring her to my lips, teacher?”

  “All wishes shall be granted,” Nightshadow replied. Panathea was raised to standing but was not granted the thrill of levitation. She was forced to stand over Silvanth and present her tattooed backside to the mistress of this Sabbath while Moonbane faced the challenge of pleasuring two lovers at once. In their new positions the coven was once again given over to rapture.

  Chapter 8

  Nightshadow drank in the view of the two lovers in harmony. It pleased the vessel both emotionally and physically to see Panathea’s flesh ministered to by Moonbane, but the pleasure was starting to ebb. Silvanth’s tongue was failing her. She attempted to inspire zir further via the roots she so vigorously employed, but though zir pleasure grew, the vessels did not. “You truly are beautiful,” the voices groaned at last, “but the vessel is unsatisfied. Why does it feel this…lacking?” The roots abused Silvanth furiously, and zir tongue worked ever more fervently, but it was hopeless. Nightshadow’s body was not providing the thrill it had. Soon, the waning energy began to disappoint even the lovers, and all knew that something must be done.

  “Nightshadow…Lucy…the vessel…” Panathea moaned as Moonbane struggled to find her rhythm, “she’s straight. She may enjoy the sight, but her body needs penetration to get off.”

  “Ahh,” Moonbane cried as she was lifted from Silvanth by the same unseen force that had earlier tossed her much further. Her body crashed into Panathea who caught her awkwardly as they both fell to the forest floor with a thud.

  “This?” Nightshadow asked, her body leaning forward in a cat-like pose to study Silvanth’s cock. There was no concern in her expression regarding her friends’ fall, but there really was no reason for concern. With the lust-fueled magical energies filling their bodies, they were oblivious to any physical pain they might have experienced.

  “Oh, trust me,” Panathea promised as Moonbane’s hands trailed down her body, “that’ll get Nightshadow off.”

  “She did harbor desires for this boy,” the voices confessed.

  “I am not a…” Silvanth’s objections were almost a scream now that zi had a moment to breathe, but they were as wasted as if they’d gone unsaid. Nightshadow leaned forward and took zir cock into her mouth without hesitation, robbing zir of the ability to form words of protest or consent. Zir mind, she knew, had already made the decision. Zi did not need to speak the words out loud. Moonbane and Panathea watched eagerly as their friend was devoured by the possessed being. The energies filling them, however, did not permit them to simply spectate for long, and soon their attentions returned fu
lly to one another leaving them oblivious to the rest of the world. As their bodies gave into the unnatural lust, however, their minds began to clear. In the heat of the moment, they confessed their inner most thoughts to each other and the ancients.

  “I’ve wanted this for so long,” Panathea confessed, “I wish I’d said it earlier. I wish I could say it again and again forever. I love you, Sarah.”

  “I wish it would never end,” Moonbane replied. “I love you Nicole.”

  “Be careful what you wish for in the circle,” Nightshadow warned as she released Silvanth’s massive cock and began to crawl forward. Zi saw not but the sex that had nearly suffocated zir and the pale ass zi could not deny the appeal of as zir friend moved towards zir organ. Silvanth was not under the lustful spell, however, zi didn’t have to be. The pleasure of being used and abused had totally overwhelmed zir, and now zi could barely muster the will for a token resistance.

  The roots filling zir from below were a nightmare, zir conscious mind told zir, but zir body reacted to them nonetheless and not with agony. Silvanth’s cock had burst sprayed zir seed like a fountain several times now, and yet it remained hard. Ready for more. Zi knew the energies were providing zir unnatural stamina, but they could not explain all of it. They could not explain the satisfaction zi got from penetrating while being penetrated. Even though it was a humiliation it was one some part of zir had desperately craved, and zi knew that zir pleas were no more than attempts to provoke Nightshadow to do more or even to do worse.

  Zi was transfixed by the sight of her slender back and ass, kicking zirself for not recognizing the absolutely stunning beauty of zir friend sooner. Had zi known she had this in her, zi would have fallen at her feet when they’d first met. Silvanth only hoped that this was within Nightshadow and not just an effect of the ancients controlling her. If it vanished when they finally released her, zi would be devastated. Zi could only wish, within zir own mind, that that would not be the case. This Nightshadow was not like the shy girl he’d met at that Wicca club mixer. This Nightshadow was a goddess that zi longed to kneel before.