The Seventh Coven - Part 3
The professor's adventure continues with members of the coven.
This story is a continuation of my Halloween tale in which the professor took part in a fertility rite at a local Wiccan coven. I recommend starting there. All characters and situations are complete fiction, a product of my fertile imagination. Any similarity to actual people and situations is purely a coincidence. Any errors in the portrayal of Wiccan culture are mine and I apologize for any misrepresentation. All constructive criticism is welcome.
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Story recap:
The professor was teaching a course in comparative world religions for his college. One of his students, Amy, invited him to participate in her coven's celebration of the Great Rite which took place on the Wiccan feast of Samhain, also known as Halloween. In the days immediately preceding the holiday, the professor was visited by seven different witches from the coven who prepared him for the Rite with oral sex. When he arrived at Coven House for the Rite he was strapped down and had sex with seven of the members who were drawn, in theory, at random. He later learned that there were some interesting internal coven politics going on.
The professor was asked to respect the privacy of coven members and not attempt to meet any of them. This did not apply to Amy who was his student. While he did not seek out members, two members sought him out: Bridget and Victoria. In the days after the Great Rite, the professor interacted with all three. Amy, his student, explained some of the coven's practices after their Wednesday evening class. Bridget came to visit the professor in his office and was taken on as a volunteer "research assistant." She is planning on coming over to help the professor on Saturday afternoon. Finally, the professor had dinner with Victoria twice and had sex with her Friday evening and Saturday morning.
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I arrived home on Saturday morning about eleven. Victoria had served me a delightful breakfast of late season raspberries, mixed nuts, little quiche-like tarts, and some outstanding coffee.
Over breakfast, we discussed the possibilities of future erotic encounters. I got the impression that Victoria had thoroughly enjoyed our time together, but was not ready to commit to a second evening of passion. That was fine with me. At this stage of my life, I preferred sex without strings attached.
When I got home, I put on a pot of coffee and jumped through the shower. I suspected that I might become intimate with Bridget and I wanted to be clean for her. I put on some professorial-type clothes - a pair of khakis, some penny loafers, a dress shirt, plus a tweed jacket complete with leather elbow patches.
I decided that I should have something prepared just in case Bridget was actually interested in research. I prepared a list of Wicca related questions, some of which I was sure I could have easily researched myself. Nevertheless, it would be a good starting point for our afternoon, just in case.
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I was organizing the books in my study when I heard the doorbell. I looked at my watch - 1:56.
Where had the time gone?
When I opened the door, Bridget stood there with a grocery bag in each arm, and a third at her feet.
"Come in! Come in! Here let me take some of those."
She stepped into my foyer, "I brought you some things that should help you both professionally and personally."
I closed the door, "Where shall we go? The kitchen?"
"Good idea.'
I led Bridget to the kitchen where I realized she still had her coat on, "Let me take that."
As I helped her off with her coat, I checked out her hourglass figure. Her full breasts and hips nicely filled out a modest emerald dress. Her red hair was stunning against the green. I took her coat to the foyer's coat rack. By the time I returned to the kitchen, she had unpacked her bags. She was a beautiful woman; her freckles and button nose were adorable.
Her blue eyes locked in on mine, "I'm sure you are wondering what all of this is."
There were several jar spells which I recognized from Victoria's kitchen. She also had a little kitchen witch, several candles, an empty jar, a quill pen, a jar of ink, and some containers of spices.
"Some of it I recognize." I wondered if I should tell her that I had been to Victoria's house. I decided she probably already knew, "I recognize the jar spells, although I don't know what they're for. The kitchen witch is like Victoria's."
"Victoria told me you were going to have dinner with her last night. I hope that went well."
"We had a lovely evening together."
"I really like Victoria. She has been so kind to me since I joined the coven. I've learned so much under her mentorship."
Bridget turned to the task at hand, "I have three spells for you and the supplies to make a fourth. The moon's waxing, so the timing is right for what I would like to do."
She looked around, "We need to set up a small sacred space."
I pointed to an area I seldom used, "Can we use this corner of my kitchen counter?"
"That will do for now." She pointed at a jar, "This one with the red wax seal is one we made for you at the coven. We hope it brings you joy and happiness. This one with all the salt and white wax is for your health. We want you to live a long life. This last one with the blue wax and the parchment is for wisdom. We know that you are a brilliant man, but this spell is to provide you with wisdom regarding the spiritual and magical world."
"Spiritual and magical world?"
Bridget arranged the jars and candles, then looked up at me, "I suppose I can tell you. Tuesday is the full moon. The coven will be very busy that evening we will be holding our monthly esbat. We also need to make moon water, take moon baths, and most importantly we will have a business meeting of the membership." I nodded. "There are two important things we will vote on. The first is whether Boudica should stay on as our high priestess. The second is to bring you on as our high priest. That's why we thought you may need the spell for spiritual wisdom."
"I see."
Her eyes were mesmerizing, "I thought as part of your research into Wicca, I could show you how to make a spell."
"Okay. What kind of spell?"
Bridget touched my hand, "It will be a simple protection spell."
"And that's what all of this is for?" I said indicating the ingredients.
"Yes. We need a bit of dirt from your yard as the final ingredient."
"Any dirt?"
"If you can get some that is close to your sidewalk." Bridget handed me a small dish, "Maybe two teaspoons or so will be enough."
I went out and got the dirt. When I came back, she had all the spices laid out.
Bridget lit a short white candle and moved it to the center of the counter.
She motioned to me, "Come stand next to me Professor. While it is crude, this is our altar. We will be casting a spell with the spirit's help. An offering of sorts. We need to clear and center our minds."
She took my hand in hers, closed her eyes, and bowed her head. For a moment I returned to my youth, holding hands with the girl next door. I looked over at her profile, then to her lovely breasts.
She took several deep breaths, "Breathe with me. Relax your mind. Cast all other thoughts away."
My only thoughts were of Bridget. It was as if she had cast a love spell on me. I was completely enchanted by my redhaired witch.
She whispered, "Spirit of the cosmos, bless our efforts today."
Bridget released my hand then smiled at me. She handed me a small jar, "Now we'll cast the spell. Put some salt in the bottom."
"Is this Himalayan pink salt?"
"It is. I blessed it during the last full moon. Pour in just enough to provide a base of about a quarter to half an inch."
"Okay, what's next?"
"The earth you brought in. Sprinkle it evenly so you cover the salt... Nice. Now you need to write out what you want." She handed me a small piece of parchment, "Regular paper and pen works too, but we go old school and prefer parchment, a quill pen, and real India ink. It gives the spell a feeling of gravitas. You should write something like, 'Protect this house.'"
I dipped the quill in the ink well and wrote, "Protect this house and all those who dwell here." It was cool hearing the quill scratch on the parchment.
Bridget looked at, "Much better. Sprinkle some of this regular salt on the ink to dry it.... Okay, now roll the parchment around this cinnamon stick and place it in the jar. That's it.... The cinnamon has protective powers. Now take some rose petals and create a layer that fills about half the jar.... Good."
"What do the rose petals do?"
"They turn hate into love. Finally, fill the rest of the jar with this dried sage. Leave enough room so the cork can fit in."
"Victoria used sage to clean her house."
"You catch on quickly. Sage cleans away all negativity and brings safety. Now put in the cork.... Good. Now you will seal it with twine."
I wrapped the twine around the lip and then I used a hitch to loop it over the top several times. I finished it with a reef knot.
Bridget looked at the twine closely, "I like your knot tying."
"I learned it in the Navy. That last knot is a square knot or a reef knot. It goes back to the days of sail."
"Oh, you're good at this. That is precisely the spirit with which we make our spells. With your knot tying, your own words, your own handwriting, plus your dirt, this spell is unique to you and this house. Now spill a little wax on the top and set the burning candle in the wax.... That's it. We'll let that burn down to nothing. The wax will flow over the twine and seal the spell. Now we need to give thanks. Will you pray with me?"
"What shall we say? Spirit of the cosmos, thank you for this spell?"
"That sounds perfect. Let's say it together."
Bridget took my hand again and bowed her head. Together we said, "Spirit of the cosmos, thank you for this spell."
I asked, "Do we leave it burning?"
"Yes. We'll let it burn out. We don't need to be here." Bridget looked over at me, "I have something else I think we should do, but this time I will be doing the research and you can be my assistant."
"What is that?"
"I've never done it before, so this is an experiment. It is a form of sexual magic."
"A very interesting topic.
Bridget stepped up to me and placed her hands behind my neck, "Might I be so bold as ask my employer to help me with my research?"
I placed my hands on her hips, "You may be so bold. How can I help you?"
She pulled my face down and gently kissed me. Her soft lips barely touched mine. There was a hint of mint on her breath. I moved a hand to her back and pulled her against me as she wrapped her arms around my head, pulling my mouth to hers. Her lips parted and our tongues set their own spell in motion.
She whispered into my mouth, "I can't believe I am this lucky."
I moved my hand from her hip to her fine ass as our tongues danced together.
Bridget eased the kiss and looked lovingly up into my eyes, "Perhaps we should retire to your bedroom." Neither of us moved, "I will need to be prone... and naked... for the spell casting."
