Introduction:
The oldest known coven in all of history is the "Coven of the Goddess". It was founded by Morgana Pendragon, daughter of Uther and Igraine, half-sister of Arthur. Morgana, who was the most powerful sorceress and witch in history, was powerful enough to encase Merlin in his own lust, and spell Arthur into an incestuous affair that produced not only Modred, but also twin daughters that were lost to history.
Morgana was the creator of Sex Magic. This is a form of witchcraft where a witch uses the power of orgasm combined with intention to cast a spell. Spells and rituals can be performed solo or with multiple witches, the power of the spell is amplified by the number of participants. The stronger the coven the stronger the spells.
Her female descendants to this day maintain the coven, and the most powerful always holds the position of Coven Goddess, and is called by her name during rituals, Morgana.
Her female descendants also share certain genetic traits passed down from Morgana that have been accentuated by centuries of using Sex Magic. Among these are enlarged Skene's glands, which enables all the women in the genetic pool to ejaculate, and abnormally large clitorises. Some of the more famous coven members and Witch Goddesses of the past have had clits longer and thicker than a man's thumb.
Our story starts in 1983 with the then current Witch Goddess, Abigail Greyson, on the night of her twin daughters acceptance ritual into the coven, about 5 months after their 18
th
birthday in May.
Monday Night, October 31st, 1983, Samhain:
The ritual room was dimly lit by candles along the walls and a fire burning in a steel cauldron in the center of the room. The cauldron was in the center of a large Pentacle intricately carved and painted on the floor that stretched about 12 feet in diameter. There were pillows located around the outer circle of the Pentacle, three of these were occupied by kneeling women in sheer purple robes. There were two torture crosses, opposite each other near the center of the Pentacle, and three thrown chairs at the topmost point.
Near the center of the Pentacle stood Abigail dressed in a sheer black hooded robe, tonight she would only be called by her Goddess name, Morgana. She was a stunning blonde woman of about 5'2", 128 lbs, with piercing blue eyes and supple 36D breasts. Her body dripped of sexuality; her nipples erect with excitement could be seen through her sheer robes. She could feel the weight of her semi swollen 4-inch clit hanging down from below her clitoral hood, and she so wet from excitement she could smell the fragrant aroma of her own freshly shorn pussy.
Morgana looked toward the rooms entrance and called. "Bring in the seekers."
Two witches in red robes led the two seekers who were clothed in sheer white hooded robes into the room. Their hands were bound in front of them. The girls were led to the entry point of the Pentacle before Morgana.
Morgana began the questioning of rite. "What do you seek?"
The girls in unison answered as coached, "The Goddess, her love, and her power."
"Do you come of your own fruition?"
The girls looking up to the Goddess answered yes.
Morgana motioned to the two red witches, and as if on que they removed the white robes from the two young women, leaving them naked in front of the Witch Goddess. Two stunning blonde twin girls, 5'1" with large firm breasts and piercing blue eyes. That were a mirror image of their mother, Morgana.
Morgana looked at her two daughters Sara and Samantha. Samantha was the youngest and had slightly larger breasts than Sara. She could tell from the girls aroused state that Sara would have the larger clit of the two. Morgana had a delicious thought, "My god, she may have a larger clit than mine", and immediately felt her own clit twitch with excitement.
"On this, your first Samhain, do you give freely your Mind, Soul, and ...Body?", Morgana asked in a breathy voice.
Sara and Samantha now stood in a room completely naked in front of their mother and the coven. The heat of the room combined with the excitement made their nipples stiff. They had been just been bathed and shaved prior to the ceremony, and the air on their naked pussies added to the intensity of their arousal.
Both girls looked into their mother's eyes and said yes in unison.
"Have you abstained as per the requirements of this sacred ritual?"
Sara and Samantha quickly replied yes. Morgana nodded her head with approval.
Truth being told, until August neither of the sisters were very sexually inclined, not even to masturbation. Then after asking for acceptance into the Coven the dreams started.
Every night the dreams came. Intense sexual dreams that started with sexual encounters with faceless women, dreams of being held down and ravished. They gradually evolved into tantric dreams of making love to women they knew like their aunt Meg, their friend's mothers, their cousins, and finally their mother as well as with each other.
Their mother knew of the dreams and told the girls it was the summoning to the coven. They were chosen, but they must save the building lust if they wanted to ask for admittance into the coven.
As with all new coven member candidates that asked for entrance, Morgana had ordered the Spell of Dreams to be cast by the coven onto girls after they asked for acceptance at the end of July. For the last three months every coven member had performed nightly ritual casting the Spell of Dreams to propel their thoughts, their fantasies, and their lust into the girl's dreams.
"Do you give willingly your womanhood, and your virginity to the Goddess?"
Sara and Samantha both answered yes in breathy voices.
"Finally, will you drink the nectar of the Goddess, and of those who server her?". Both girls hissed yes.
Morgana looked at the two red witches an ordered, "Bind Them and prepare them for ritual".
Morgana then turned and moved to the center throne chair. She opened her robe, sat down, and spread her legs to watch what was about to unfold. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and her 4-inch swollen clit was standing straight from her mound with excitement, like an erect cock. She was truly manifesting the spirit of Morgana, and you could hear coven members give off soft erotic moans seeing her, the Goddess, on the throne.
Abigail had waited the last three months for this night, and the lust she had contained for so long was about to quenched by her two beautiful daughters. Tonight, they would belong to her and her coven, and the future would take root in the present. A coven Goddess bringing her own into a coven was a very rare occurrence, and bringing two daughters in the same night was very magical. The sexual tension in the coven and with all its members was think enough to cut with a knife.
Abigail's thoughts drifted back to the night when her mother was the Witch Goddess, and she and her sister Meg were accepted into the coven. Her nipples grew even harder if that were even possible, and small beads of milk were starting to form on them from her excitement. She could feel her milk letting down, she had to make a conscious effort to slow the process.
The girls were led by the red witches to the crosses within the Pentacle, and their hands and feet were bound spread eagle. Sara and Samantha were tied to the crosses facing inward toward the center of the Pentacle. They could see each other over the heat from the caldron, as well as the kneeling witches in purple within their field of view. Sara gazed at the beauty of her twin sister, and as if looking into a mirror, she could see and feel her sister's lust. Out of nowhere Sara could hear Samantha's voice in her head, "I want to fuck her, I want to fuck me".
"I want to fuck you too little sister, god I want to fuck you so bad." Sara thought, and the look on Samantha's face changed instantly. Within the Pentacle they could hear each other's thoughts. Both girls felt their clits start to swell and become erect, more erect than they had ever been in the past.
Sara looked down at the engorged 5-inch clit that she had tried to hide for so many years at school, and in locker rooms. She now thrust her hips out with pride and lust, wanting everyone to see it, touch it, suck it. Sara dropped her gaze to her sister's identical massive clit. "I love you Samantha" she whispered in her mind, and Samantha whispered back, "Always."
Two witches in green robes appeared from the shadows with deep bowls of scented oil. This was blessed oil consisting of olive oil and special spices, that have both magical and sexual properties. Each of the green witches approached their assigned twin and placed the oil on the ground. They both removed their hoods and robes.
Sara was staring in her aunt Meg's eyes, her mother's twin sister. Samantha was looking Meg's 19-year-old daughter Cassidy who had entered the coven last year.
Sara had always loved her Aunt Meg, but now looking at her naked body in front of her, she was filled with love and lust for her aunt. Meg had full firm breasts, and looking down Sara could see a large 4-inch swollen clitoris protruding from her aunts swollen mound. Sara's mouth watered.
Cassidy looked her cousin Samantha up and down, drinking in the body that she had always lusted after. Samantha's nipples were so hard they ached,
"Her clit so big is so fucking big" Cassidy thought. Cassidy had to resist the urge to just drop to her knees and suck her off. She belonged to the Goddess first, her turn would come.
As Meg and Cassidy were disrobing in order to oil their assigned twin, all the witches in the coven had taken kneeling positions around the Pentacle. In unison all had opened their robes, and were applying oil to themselves as they rhythmically chanted words the girls had never heard before.
