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Bound, Part 8

Tritium

(Ff toys magic)

Harlotry

Maggie kept her face buried in Stephanie’s neck as her small, lithe, body ground against the woman’s. Her bare mound rubbed firmly against the top of Stephanie’s slit through her panties. Maggie stroked her hands over Stephanie’s sides and slowly pulled the woman’s shirt up.

“Stop…stop.” Stephanie said as she gently eased the ghost back. Maggie looked confused at the woman. “What am I doing…” the woman muttered.

Maggie pouted at Stephanie for a moment. “For the past half hour we have been fooling around.” She said. She leaned back to sit on Stephanie’s knees. The older woman’s jeans had not been removed, only pulled down enough for Maggie to get access.

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Bound, Part 7

Tritium

(ff magic)

Sandra P. Britton Memorial Library at the Vitae Nova Society

“Is this the place?” Selina asked with a furrowed brow. She checked her phone again to see where on the map they were and the location they were sent, and found they were the same, furthering her confusion. She stared at the non-descript building in the middle of an office park. “Huh.”

“What were you expecting? A creepy castle on a mountain top?” Olivia asked with a smirk. She pushed on Selina’s shoulder playfully.

“Actually, yes. That would be exactly what I was expecting.” Selina said.

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Bound, Part 6

Tritium

(FF toys magic)

The Lighthouse Café

Smoke billowed around the booth that Kae, Alana, Clara, and Dawn inhabited, not that anyone else in the dinner cared, or even noticed. A cigarette hung from Kae’s lips and supported a long shaft of ashes that hung precariously over her cup of coffee.

“Did you get any sleep last night?” Dawn asked while she chewed on some hash browns. Kae and Alana shook their heads; the ash of Kae’s cigarette fell onto the table after barely missing her coffee. “Insatiable.” Dawn said with a smirk.

“We talked, mostly.” Alana said followed by a yawn. “And watched Liv and company screw for a while.”

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Bound, Part 5

Tritium

(ff oral magic)

Sleepover

Olivia’s cheek twitched slowly for a moment before her eyes opened. A rush of pleasure filled her waking mind. “Maggie… Sorry.” She said. She didn’t even have to look to know who was between her legs.

Maggie crawled up Olivia’s body slowly and laid against her. “It’s ok.” The ghost whispered.

Olivia glanced around the room, her brow furrowed in confusion for an instant. “Where are…oh yeah.” It took her a moment to recognize Alana’s bedroom. She kissed Maggie’s forehead and wiggled her shoulder gently out from under Selina’s cheek. The mattress squeaked under her as she moved and the sound caught the attention of Kae and Alana.

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Bound, Part 4

Tritium

(F(8)f(4)g(1) f-solo magic)

Services

“I have been in cellars for dark magic rituals before. There were never this many pillows.” Maggie mused as she descended the stairs into Alana’s basement. The room was as you would expect for a coven of angst-ridden, hormone driven teen witches; the predominant color was black and the room smelled distinctly like sex. Strewn around the room were piles of pillows and no other furniture. Sheets hung over the basic accoutrements of a basement, like the washer and dryer, to hide them.

A girl pushed past Olivia and walked through Maggie in their rush to the basement. “I don’t think I am going to get used to that.” Maggie said with a frown. Olivia restrained herself from responding to Maggie. “Why aren’t you talking to me?”

Olivia stopped at the bottom of the stairs. After letting two other girls pass her by, she leaned in to whisper to Maggie. “No one else can see you, or hear you. I would just look crazy talking to you.” Olivia said. She nodded in the direction of a group of girls, the youngest there. She walked over and sat in the pillows with the other three.

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Bound, Part 3

Tritium

(ff magic)

Research

Olivia’s pen stopped moving. She had been writing in an old leather bound notebook that she had replaced the pages in several times, but a cold chill down her spine stopped her mid-word. She tilted her head forward and let out a little groan. “Higher…” she squeaked out.

Maggie smirked and stroked her hands up Olivia’s spine until her palms pressed against the back of her neck. “You find this erotic?”

“I’m positively soaking.” Olivia replied with dry sarcasm. She leaned back to press into the massage. “It feels good, and it’s intimate, so I guess it counts.” She let out a sudden moan punctuated with a wince as Maggie’s thumbs pressed firmly into the muscle of her neck. “You’ve done this before?”

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Bound, Part 2

Tritium

(ff Ff fsolo magic oral)

Sleep

Her skin was hot to the touch and slick with sweat. Their bodies rubbed together in broken rhythm punctuated by pleasured grunts and muted moans. The scent of the one filled the other’s nostrils and drove their movements. They held their breaths in anticipation of the moment…

Olivia’s cheeks twitched and her eyes fluttered open. Her eyes darted around the darkened room as the waking confusion started to clear from her mind. The dream – a tame dream compared to her recent experience – had ended, but her pleasure continued.

She let out a stifled moan and rolled her hips forward. Wet sounds of licking emanated from under her blanket. Oliva jolted back against her headboard as the wet muscle tapped firmly against her clit. She pulled back the blankets to find Maggie between her legs, dutifully licking at her slit.

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Bound, Part 1

Tritium

(ff magic nosex)

Olivia

Oliva sat on the wooden floor of her bedroom. The cool breeze from the open window shifted her hair around her head in haphazard patterns. The new moon shed no light on her – she saw only by the dim light of a candle and the slow blinking of the hard drive status light of her computer. A shiver shot down her spine. “Why do you have to do this naked?” she muttered to herself.

She shifted to her knees; her slightly spread thighs would show her smooth mound to any onlookers, if she were not alone in her bedroom. She grabbed a piece of chalk and an ornate knife from a canvas bag, set the knife down in front of her and started to draw a pattern around it. She worked from memory – she had done this many times before.

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