Ruby expected nothing less when Or led her through the gates. Their car being parked a few hundred metres away, they walked the st few steps to the Witches Ball with Ruby clinging to Or’s arm. Not that she needed the support for her four-inch Mary-Jane heels, but it did provide her with an excuse to hold Or.

  “Excited for you official ball, sweetie?” Or’s palm rubbed her back in soothing circles. “I will let you in on a secret. I was excited too for my first Witches Ball. And so was Morgane. We were a bit apprehensive, but that night was amazing.” Or’s eyes lit up. “You could say it was an unforgettable experience.”

  The face that Ruby had was what professionals would call a deadpan poker face. That night ended spectacurly for both of them. Ruby witnessed it in the form of a video, but she would not let that slip to Or.

  “You are officially my responsibility tonight. Sweetie, I will take good care of you. My only wish in return is that you find the same experience that we had at our ball. And more.”

  Ruby’s face was a scalded crimson at the notion. Impossible to stop the image that flooded her mental ste. Younger Mom and Or, with their naked and svelte bodies drenched in sweat, their hands exploring inhibitionless, no spots forbidden, and their unblemished smile blooming with their peaking satisfaction. Ruby tilted her head down, trying to present herself as demure as possible.

  “I hope so too.” Ruby mumbled between her breaths. When Or took a step further inside, Ruby tugged her by the wrist. “And Or, thank you for chaperoning today. I feel a lot safer with you. Really, I am gd that you are helping.”

  “You don’t need my help, sweetie. You can stand tall, independent, beautiful, charming, adorable, amazing, lovable, gorgeous. I can go all night describing you. No doubt you will steal many hearts.” Or paused in her steps. “Let’s wait till an attendant shows us in.”

  Already, Ruby could feel the excitement bubbling inside. One cannot simply walk in but have to be introduced by an attendant made it feel almost like a Victorian Society debutante ball. Their wait bought them a paltry three seconds before an attendant in a deep purple vest approached.

  “No mobile or cameras. If you have any other electronic devices, the Hostess requests that you decre them beforehand,” said the attendant.

  “Because of the interference with magic?” asked Ruby.

  That earned her a hearty chuckle from Or.

  “Actually, it is due to no pictures or camera policy,” provided the attendant.

  Once again, Ruby recalled what Raisa allowed her to view. Granted, the rule suddenly made real sense. Still, when Ruby stepped closer, she protectively clutched her purse.

  “Please, Miss. Gand.” There. Ruby noted it. That suppressed trepidation in the attendant’s tone when she called her name. If Ruby were the betting type, she could swear that the subtle weight resided in her family name. “Your belongings will be safely returned to you. We keep it locked. You will find them preserved ter. I give you my word.”

  “Oh, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to...” Ruby trailed, releasing her clutch.

  With the professionalism expected of her job, the attendant smiled as she collected both their purses. “And Miss Sohrensdottir, I take it you are a member of the same coven. You are Miss Gand’s chaperone for tonight?”

  “Actually, she is my daughter,” replied Or with a bashful smile, an expression wholly discrepant with her usual confidence. Still, Ruby found it utterly cute and unfeasible to relieve her eyes from.

  “Could you provide her with a chaperone band?” asked Or. She continued with a nervous ugh. “I am sort of still worried... even if she is all grown up and this is the safest pce.”

  “Understandable, Miss Sohrensdottir. This will only take a few seconds of your time.” The attendant left and returned a few seconds ter, carrying a smart band. “It is synchronised. All her vitals are sent to your mobile. Any time you need to know, please don’t hesitate to approach one of the attendants to collect your mobile.”

  Or brought the smart band to Ruby’s arms. “May I?”

  Under Or’s grasp, her fingers tingled. Ruby welcomed the gestured, the touch and the openness in Or because it was Or. A very stark contrast to Mom. When Mom provided her with a smart watch, that intrinsically carried her domineering will and a subtle attempt to undermine her freedom, irrespective of what Mom offered for an expnation. But not Or. With Or, subterfuge did not exist. When she cimed she prioritized Ruby’s safety, Ruby believed her.

  “May I, sweetie?” asked Or again, snatching Ruby back from her swampy thoughts. “If you don’t feel like it, then I honour your wishes. I won’t coax you to wear it.”

  Ruby stood tongue-tied by Or’s genuine offer. So much different from Mom. Or respected her agency as a woman to exercise her autonomy over her choices.

  “Yes, mama.” Never had a girl blushed so hard while uttering the word mama like Ruby at that moment.

  An almost audible and shuddered breath escaped her lips while Or slipped the smart band. When she finished, her fingers lingered along her skin, tracing a contour. Only when her fingertips reached her palm, Ruby’s body became aware. Like fireflies seeking their lovers, they glowed inside her. That glow, though beautiful, came dangerously close to unfurling inside her.

  A polite cough sounded.

  Ruby jumped, startled.

  “I apologise. I was sort of... distracted.”

  The attendant chuckled. “You are adorable, Miss. Gand. And I can’t fault you, since tonight you will be surrounded by many enchantresses. I wish you luck. Your mother may become apprehensive. Not everyone has their mother to chaperone them.”

  “Oh, she isn’t...” Whatever words Ruby pnned, they became lost, washed away by her shyness. “Well, um, I mean, yes, my mom will chaperone. I love her.”

  Those three words came out like they were pulled from the profound depth of her heart where they were given birth by a spring of veracity. Mom may command her obedience, but those words, her first words and words freely given, flowed only for Or. What she willingly gave, Mom could never take it away.

  They entered together. Or’s palms occupied Ruby. One cradled her wrist, rubbing soft circles of encouragement, while her fingertips entangled, interlocked between her fingers.

  When she stepped in, Ruby’s vision blurred. No dazzling lights or funky L.E.Ds or rotating rays penetrating through artificial fog, as one would except from a glorified party. Instead, her eyes received a treat from the opulence of the Manor. Her olfactory functions were overloaded. Perfumes, natural and impossible, from earthly scents of fresh petrichor to the lush herbal breeze of a rainforest weaved with the cloyingly intoxicating fragrance of tuberose, a harmonious blend of vetiver and agarwood, all swirled, invading her nose. Next, her auditory sense took its due. Music, soft, subtle, sensuous, like the sort that tuned the rhythm to her soul, pervaded her ears.

  Amidst her wavering vision, she saw young witches. Many. Too many. All beautiful, gorgeous, captivating, beguiling, sensuous, tempting, enticing... Ruby just like girls, okay. They may soon shed their clothing, revealing their bodies, because that happens during the ball. Some already were. But most preferred their own clusters, gossiping, giggling or simply basking in the company.

  Or’s grip tightened, reassuring. So Ruby looked up, seeking courage. She knew some gave her furtive gnces.

  How was she supposed to socialise?

  As if on cue, Or gave her a slight nudge. “I am famished. How about you?” A lie, but one without malice. “Or perhaps a drink? Let me see if I can get something for you.”

  Now, alone, Ruby loitered close to a few clusters of young witches, hoping that one of them would take notice. Maybe casually include her in their conversations. Her wishes became futile with every prompt rejection. Her steps followed where others moved, trying her best. Perhaps her desperation may somehow spark their attention. Their rejections continued piling. When Ruby neared, the clusters tightened. Conversations dropped an audible note lower, barely appropriate for a social situation but still inappropriate for a conspiratorial whisper.

  Sighing to heavily mask her disappointment, Ruby slumped on an empty couch, away from all. She would rather not have an audience. Or a breakdown.

  Being a stranger in a fresh pce, especially a pce where everyone knows their pce, hurts. It hurts more when isoted in such a pce. To be the new girl, the odd one without any friends, the one ignored, hurts too. Yet, those thoughts were a preamble to something darker.

  Did their rejections, in their own unspoken way, carried a message? One that said she was not wanted. Her presence will be tolerated, but she will never truly become one of them.

  Because...

  Unlike them, Ruby wasn’t born the way she is. Or shared their life experiences. All those differences set her to lead an existence on the fringes of their society. In the end, only those differences became her identity. She was being isoted on the basis of the circumstances of her birth.

  A flutter of rich reddish-brown crossed her view to reach Or. The other woman, probably a chaperone considering her age, stood close to Or, too close for Ruby’s preference. The smile that bloomed on Or as she leaned into the woman’s hug was one of extreme familiarity. Or had her hands occupied with two filled gsses when she motioned the other woman to walk towards Ruby.

  Twin pangs of pain punctured Ruby between her ribs as she witnessed the newcomer take Or’s arm. Their steps were a perfect synchronisation, almost akin to a dance only they knew.

  Please, go somewhere else. Leave me alone.

  Ruby was inadequately prepared to face anything. Not the rejection from the other witches or this new woman stealing Or. She let her head hung low, like that would solve any of her worries.

  “Have you not made any new friends yet?” asked the woman clinging to Or.

  Irrational and impolite, it might be, but Ruby tried to ignore her and almost succeeded, if it weren’t for Or, or the way their shoulders rubbed. And in the way, the woman’s elbow rubbed Or’s breast.

  Ruby raised her head to catch Or taking a slow sip of her drink. Her lip gloss left an unerasable imprint of her lips on the edge. One tiny droplet, a rich golden drop, Or’s saliva glistened on the rim. The red-headed woman finished her drink and casually relieved Or of her drink.

  She took one sip, exactly where Or’s lips had graced a few seconds ago. “Caipirinha? You need to y off this me stuff. Move onto cssier ones, my sweet Or, like daiquiri. Now go. Shoo. Get me my nuclear daiquiri.”

  “Sure Rhea.” Or presented her with a unique smile, one that she never gave for Ruby. “The usual, right? With an extra shot of anise and absinthe?”

  Ruby already decided that she hated Rhea and her overt possessiveness on Or, the uncouth way she robbed her drink and her callously domineering way in which she ordered. Those notions consolidated to a loathing which still fell short, and Ruby actually made an attempt to be civil to Rhea because Or enjoyed her company. Besides, so far, Rhea dispyed no outward disdain.

  “Hello, I am Ruby. Or’s...” Her voice trailed off, snatched by an unseen trepidatious hand.

  “She is my daughter.”

  “Or, you don’t have a daughter.” Rhea emptied Or’s gss. Her eyes lit up with realisation. “Is she Morgane...”

  “She is my daughter, Rhea.” Or finished with a tight press of her lips that brokered no further argument.

  “Hello, I am Rhea Sincir, and you are Ruby...” Rhea dragged the st part, a subtle invitation, and demand to divulge more.

  “Ruby Gand.”

  “Gand, is it?” Whatever alcohol Rhea drank seemed to have abruptly evacuated her system as she twisted to gre at Or.

  Never had Ruby imagined that Or, with her confident smile and ever victorious charm, would shy away from meeting a gaze. Except, Or just did that.

  Even Ruby could not ignore the intensity in Rhea’s look. It was a look that said ‘we have a lot to talk about this in private.’ Suddenly, fulfilling Rhea’s wish for a nuclear daiquiri seemed important to Or. She shuffled away.

  Alone, Ruby rose from her seat facing an unreadable Rhea with her icy blue eyes on a face framed with reddish-brown hair, like the copper turnings that Cybele collected. That made uninvited images of Cybele invade her thoughts. Ruby would have welcomed the techno-addicted witch’s company now. Cybele would have been unperturbed by the cold reception. The rejections would have bounced off her hardened attitude. And certainly, within all realms of all improbabilities, Cybele would not stand before Rhea, ensved by hesitation.

  In a way, very ironic and sort of poetic justice, since Cybele considered Ruby to be perfect.

  “While Or gets me a drink, let’s get you acquainted with some witches from my coven.” Rhea tugged Ruby by the wrist. Her touch was as icy as her gaze, and the numbness from it penetrated deep beneath her skin.

  It would be easy and effortless to shrug off Rhea’s grasp. Still, Ruby would rather not deal with Or’s disapproval. After all, she may not agree, but Or valued Rhea’s presence, so she will endure, or at least, make a conscious effort, if it meant keeping mama Or contented.

  “Crystal, Amber, this is Ruby.” Rhea called to the nearest cluster.

  Two girls, one with sheer mischief in her eyes and another demure looking girl in twin tails, extracted themselves from their private group.

  “Hey Ruby. I am crystal,” said the demure-looking girl.

  “And I am Amber,” introduced the one with mischievous eyes.

  Their fingers were still interlocked, no attempts were there to reach Ruby. Despite their words, their smiles were cordial at best. Still, their willingness counted.

  Again Rhea proved far more intuitive when she assured Ruby to the cluster with a palm pressed on her back. Ruby found her steps, despite their initial reluctance, carrying her closer. She could walk faster and break the contact of Rhea, but Ruby wasn’t ready for breaking, irrespective of however repulsive the touch came. Her sentiments toward Rhea were illogical and she would not belittle herself by adhering to an irrational emotional outburst. If at all, Rhea even volunteered to stay with Ruby for the cluster to accept her. Treating Rhea with a cold shoulder would be anything but disrespectful.

  “I hope you don’t mind me asking. Are you new? I mean, I am pretty sure we know everyone in our peer group. So are you new?” Crystal slowly lingered towards the nifty topic.

  And Amber joined. “So you are like a newly identified talent? Not from a traditional line, I presume, because then we would have known you.”

  Rhea intervened. “Stop interrogating our poor little gem. She is overwhelmed enough. If you let her in your circle, she might satisfy your curiosity. How does that sound?”

  Something about the way Rhea phrased it seemed more like a subtle push in a particur direction, a path that led to scandalous explorations.

  The two girls nodded.

  “Is the Hostess busy? I might have to pay my respect while Or covers for my drink.” Rhea turned to Ruby. “Have you met the Hostess? I mean, the one who sponsored this year’s ball. Ruby, why don’t you get to know the girls, while I will make a quick dash to pay my respect to the Hostess.”

  Alone, Ruby gave a nervous tie-breaker ugh. “She seems nice.”

  “She. Is. Rhea. Sincir. Nice might go either ways,” answered Amber.

  “Yeah, but she is always in high spirits around Orith,” provided Crystal.

  “Are we gossiping about Orith now? So, I guess Rhea is around then,” said a newcomer, a tall girl holding another smaller girl in her arms.

  “Orith, right? Always a controversy. Poor Orith,” added the smaller of the two girls.

  “By the way, don’t think we met before.” The taller girl beamed her rows of pearlescent whiteness. “I am Opal, and this sweet creature in my arms is Jade.”

  Beneath her ceremonial witch’s cloak, only a sports bra and a pair of gym shorts covered Opal. Ruby too would have gone with a simir fashion statement if she had those well-toned calves or killer abs to frolic with. Compared to Opal, Jade presented a different image. Bck eyes that captured the beauty of the void and a curtain of ebony bck hair contoured her features. Layered clothing, including pleated vest and a long skirt, the kind that delivered an image of a librarian buried in an unheated room, was Jade’s choice of attire.

  “What about Orith?” The notion of Or having a past, though not a surprise, still it bothered Ruby when others knew more.

  Amber clicked her tongue in disapproval to Opal, while Crystal took a more direct approach by waving a chopping motion to her neck.

  Unheeded, Opal continued. “She used to be in my coven. Even attended her Witches Ball from my coven. Then she met her and everything went down. Orith quit our coven to follow her. That woman dragged her all over, sucked her for all her vitality and tossed her out a withered husk.”

  “Yeah, fucking Morgane,” voiced Jade with barely veiled disgust. “Orith left her coven because Morgane asked, and what did Morrigan, the war queen, do? Exchanged her for the next pretty boy.”

  “You mean for the next loser.” Opal chuckled. “From what I heard, for the next few years when Morgane dumped her, Orith was barely living. She moved like a sad spectre haunting graveyards. During those times, she never ughed, never replied, simply existed. That is the price Orith paid when she fell for Morgane.”

  Again. Mom’s past decisions only painted a bleak picture. Ruby prepared herself for those stories will continue to surface.

  “The funny part though, I heard, Orith approached Morgane.” Opal wasn’t done yet. “Orith, though she may deny, but during the first meeting she asked Morgane, ‘my shoes are untied, will you ce them for me’? Morgane replied, saying, maybe if you are single. Fucking Morgane’s tongue may spit fire, only to come home to lick her cat’s asshole.”

  Ruby actually ughed. When she stopped, Opal’s secure fingers weaved through her locks.

  “Have I told you how much I love your hair, Ruby?” Opal’s smile was impossibly infectious. “From the moment I saw you, I couldn’t resist but imagine running my hands over.”

  Like two birds trying desperately hard not become besotted, both Opal and Jade’s fingers stroke Ruby’s hair.

  “And I love everything that she likes,” added Jade. “You know I would hate to miss this conversation with you, but Opal gives great massages. And she just offered to provide me one by the balcony.”

  Somewhere there was an invitation and a promise, all rolled in one package, one that Ruby would be a fool to refuse. So Ruby extracted herself from a shamelessly grinning Crystal and Amber with promises to return to them ter. There would be more of her to get passed around… if Opal and Jade do not tire her.

  “We are next. Promise. Don’t finish her. And try new ideas. Share her with all. Be kinkier.” Amber teased from behind as Opal led them upstairs.

  Leaping steps behind Opal, Jade chuckled. “We don’t make promises we may not deliver. Even when I could, Opal probably won’t. On her zy ass days, she may not keep her go.”

  “That’s only because yours is usually spent between my legs, darling.”

  Jade continued with her chuckles. “Not today. Today, I want the special three-way treatment.”

  Both Jade’s and Opal’s gaze lingered towards Ruby.

  Upstairs, Opal let Jade’s cloak fall on the floor. They ignored the other couples in their private moments. All lust-filled sounds drowned when Opal flexed her hands and continued to strip Jade. Ruby lost all her self-restraining thoughts, focusing her scivious sight on Opal’s flexing arms.

  And her hands. Elegant, strong, secure, and smooth. Then her fingers, calloused, and... reassuring.

  Opal kissed Jade’s nape. Jade responded. “Wanna ride?”

  “I can’t wait.”

  Opal shed her clothes. From inside a well-pced armoire, Opal retrieved a riding crop, luscious red, with an emerald green braided tip.

  Jade spyed her legs wider. Her legs, thighs, vagina with pink, engorged pearl, all revealed.

  With her red riding crop, Opal dragged between Jade’s breasts. Her areo constricted. Her firm, petite ass, Opal grasped, kneaded, a firm and love filled squeeze.

  Jade flinched. “Opal, I appreciate your interest. However, I prefer...” Jade sighed. “... more hands.”

  Ruby saw Opal’s smile grow wider. And she dragged her riding crop. Opal trailed between Jade’s taut stomach, trailing further south. When it reached, Ruby couldn’t tear her gaze apart. For Opal continued dragging her crop agonisingly slow over Jade’s slit.

  Slow. Agressive. Determined. Lingering. Promising. Drawing. Pushing. Cloyingly sensual.

  Opal then took her crop and brought it to her lips. Slipped them between her lips. Ruby saw Jade’s pupils dite. Her mouth opened. A groan escaped.

  Opal pressed her riding crop between her lips. When she pulled it out, she kissed Jade. Not aggressively. Not hurried. Opal dragged her tongue, licking along Jade’s. And Jade responded. Eager. Attentive. Sacious.

  Ruby’s thighs clenched. Her pulse hammered between her legs.

  When their kiss broke, Jade pulled Ruby. “Share.”

  With her mouth, Opal payed homage to Ruby’s lips. The taste of their mix, and Jade’s sinful secretion, drew Ruby.

  “Aren’t you beautiful?” teased Jade.

  That emboldened Ruby. She twisted to capture Jade's adorable face and shared the love that Opal gave her by tching onto Jade’s awaiting lips.

  “Ruby, what is your preference?” asked Opal. “Do you prefer...” Opal’s lips found her throat, sucking, forcing Ruby’s eyelids shut. “...being watched?”

  “No...” A moan. “...I am a hands-on girl.”

  “Well, since you are new, may I offer you...” And Opal’s lips continued on Ruby’s throat. “...the first choice of my sweet jade...” And Opal’s warm breath tickled Ruby’s sensitive neck. “... her sweet cunt while...” And Opal’s palm roamed over Jade’s modest chest. “...my lips worship your lips...” And Opal’s tongue traced Ruby’s cleavage. “...your neck...” And Opal’s lips lingered along her cleavage. “...you have the choice...” Now, Opal’s fingers groped Jade’s sensitive flesh, eliciting an unsuppressed moan. “...her cunt or her butt.”

  Ruby shuddered. When she blinked, she found Jade hovering above, her glistening nether lips just inches above her. Ruby’s heartbeat thrummed. Her arousal smouldered.

  Opal took her riding crop and ran it along the throbbing clit, forwards and backwards. “She likes the attention from front and back.”

  “At the same time,” moaned Jade to the teasing sp from Opal’s riding crop.

  In all her previous trysts, Ruby never faced choices. She sort of fell in with Raisa. Even with Or and Kelly, she was kind of coaxed into it. With Zoey, things proceeded under unforeseen influence. Now, Opal and Jade approached her with a choice. No, they gave her something she had never had before. Autonomy!

  Ruby was unprepared when Opal thrust the riding crop in her hands while she lowered to deliver some needed attention to Jade’s nipples. Any charm infused into it multiplied, because Opal gave her unadulterated control.

  “More.. Opal,” squealed Jade while she arched her back, presenting a twitching rear fuckhole and glistening bia covered cunt to Ruby.

  Opal reached somewhere between her legs, slipping between her nether lips. Instantly, wetness greeted her fingers and provided permission. Opal withdrew, leaving Ruby with unspoken instruction.

  Ruby passed her riding crop between Jade’s butt cheeks, slowly slithering towards Jade’s cunt. The way her moist pussy lips parts to receive the tender ministration of the riding crop was mesmerizing. Soon, they even had their own cheer leading squad, summoned by the luscious moans from Jade.

  An older witch, a chaperone, reached with a wet tissue to wipe the sweat from Jade’s brow.

  “If you want to hear an achingly sweet melody, then use your imagination with your riding crop,” said Opal.

  “She means sp me a bit, Ruby,” added Jade.

  So Ruby tapped her ass. Twice. A delightful swat. Not harsh, only providing firm pressure. Immediately, Jade's arching become violent, her twitches were sultry and demanding. And her moans...

  “Do it properly. Hit hard... uh yes ... I love it when you bring it closer.” Jade struggled with words. Opal’s tongue on her nipples left her a mess. Ruby’s actions only consolidated that state more.

  “But I don’t wish you pain...” Ruby hesitated, her gaze focusing on Jade’s wet nether lips.

  Ruby thrust the riding crop, parting those cheeks, moving deep, breaching her folds. When Ruby slid further, with a very plodding deliberation, Jade almost screamed. “Just sp my pussy, Ruby.”

  The squelchy sound that came from the first sp was rivalled by a long, drawn-out moan from Jade. More squishy sound accompanied by moans filled the space when Ruby drew the crop tip back while maintaining its contact. The next sp increased Jade’s audibility. More small sps followed, and every contact was met with Jade’s ever increasing demand.

  Eventually, Jade gave in. “I need it now. Please.”

  “Yep, that’s the signal. Get ready.” Opal shifted to a face Ruby. “Believe me, you really don’t want to disappoint her now. so Ruby, have you made your choice? Where do you want to dive in?”

  Ruby tossed her head around, looking this way and that at the audience they had gathered. She even spotted Amber and Crystal giving her the thumbs up sign. Her own clit throbbed at the offer. She really needed to get rid of her panties. She clenched her thighs tight to quell the heat between her legs and considered her position. Tossing the sad felt very appropriate, so she knelt down with her eager tongue, ready to plunge between Jade’s ass.

  Over her shoulders, she heard Opal decre. “Yep, go, Ruby. First, eat her ass. Think about tongue fucking her. She loves it.”

  “Yes, Ruuuu...” Jade’s words drowned beneath her surprised screech.

  Ruby delved with her tongue between her ass cheeks. She liked having Jade’s butt wiggle in her nose, while heard her name shouted in the most obscene of ways. She pped on the puckered rear fuckhole, drank in the pungent aroma and the way those sphincter muscles reacted to her tongue’s caress. Between Jade’s moans, her new friends, Crystal, Amber, and Opal’s instructions, Ruby relished her chance.

  “Lick her ass hard. Give her time.”

  Ruby tried her best. Ruby’s tongue delved, forcing the twitching hole to part. And ved, coaxing, prodding Jade’s sweet puckered asshole. Ruby thrusted further when she realised Jade’s legs became x.

  The way Jade clenched when Ruby touched her sensitive ring set Ruby’s cunt twitching. Ruby dragged her tongue, teasing, twirling, parting, and urging it apart. Jade’s rear entrance yielded. Its taste, Ruby cherished. Then Ruby darted her tongue. More Ruby slid her tongue, further, harder, she pushed, breaching deeper. More Jade buckled.

  Soon, Opal's digits entered the py. They parted Jade’s folds. One finger gained entry, knuckles deep, then another joined, and soon a third.

  “Can you take her clit?” asked Opal.

  Face fully buried with the glorious view of Jade’s peachy butt and unduting back, Ruby fumbled with her free hand. Amber extracted herself from the crowd and guided Ruby’s thumb to the blood engorged, bulbous clit.

  Soon, Opal’s thrust reached a synchronisation with the fucking flow of Ruby’s tongue. Their combined motion amalgamated with the shudders in Jade, like all three belonged to one harmonious symphony.

  Amber, who knelt beside Ruby, decided waiting was a boring game. She peppered tiny kisses along Ruby’s neck to her nape. Suddenly, it became hot, hot enough to get her aching breast so much need air, and hot enough for tiny droplets to form on her forehead and trickle down Jade’s ass. Or perhaps it was Jade’s perspiration tricking her. Or Amber’s kiss. Or the cadence of Opal’s motion. Ruby would never know, for Jade’s shudders became full body convulsion. Her muscles tightened, trapping Ruby between her tight hole.

  More messy, muddled words fell. A torrent drowned beneath Jade’s moans.

  When Jade stopped convulsing, she crawled to snatch a loving kiss from Opal and generously shared it with Ruby. “Next time, you get to fuck Ruby. I...” Jade stole spittle from Ruby with a kiss and passed it to Opal like an ambrosial nectar to be shared. “... will return the favour to her tight hole...” Opal, now with her strong fingers and vice-like grip, took Ruby by the nape and shared a fond kiss, completing their circle. “... but for now, I am exhausted.”

  Jade curled into Opal’s arms. A chaperone arrived with a warm, wet towel and continued to wipe the sweat from Jade. Ruby’s further attempts at involving herself failed when Amber and Crystal blocked her path. Rhea came holding a filled gss with a sparkling, chilled drink.

  “Drink. You need some fluids in you,” she said. The corners of her lips pulled in tandem with the mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Plus, it helps to get rid of the taste.”

  For any new witch ignored only a few minutes ago, to getting swarmed seemed a sudden change. She drank from Rhea’s hands since Crystal and Amber arrested arms by clinging to either side.

  “Poor Or panicked when she couldn’t find you, even when I tried to convince her that you were probably getting busy. And I was right. I have never seen her so distressed.”

  “Or was worried?”

  “She sure was. But more than Or, someone else also has their undivided attention on you. The Hostess is currently busy, but she said that she will seek you out. Someone is spreading this magical charm all over, and I wonder have they are doing it?” Rhea’s following silence was filled with contorted mirth.

  “The Hostess? Why would she want to see me?”

  “In her own words, ‘Tell sweet witchling to reserve some love for me.’”

  “Raisa is the Hostess!!” Ruby would have hopped in happiness if she could.

  “You know Raisa?” asked Crystal. “Damn Ruby. How well do you know her? She is pretty high-up in hierarchy.”

  “She is an Aspected Witch,” chimed in Amber. “They are usually powerful and commanding.”

  While Crystal and Amber fawned over Ruby, Rhea led them to a nearby room with an array of wide couches. Ruby ignored the other busy throuple in the room and took a seat on the opposite couch. Amber arrested Ruby from the side and shy Crystal grew bold as she gathered the pleats of her skirt. She sat facing Ruby on her p, her legs pressing her from either side.

  Rhea pulled an ottoman and sat next to them. “Girls, give her some time to gather back her energy.”

  If the look that passed between them were any indication, neither had any intention to obey. Instead, Amber traced her nails over Crystal’s thighs.

  The moment seemed ideal, so Ruby pushed the question. “I couldn’t help but when I came in, it felt like you were purposefully ignoring me. Please, tell me it was my stupid imagination.”

  Amber was keen on trying to kiss her, but Crystal paused to look Ruby deep in the eyes.

  “That’s because you were from Morgane’s coven.”

  If Rhea heard it, she remained with her expression trained. She shifted unperturbed, watching the throuple perform their complete chain of every lip feast on another’s vagina. She rubbed her thighs in a manner that left very little to imagination. Her hands fell low, in an attempt between straightening the folds of her evening dress, and lingering too closer to her own throbbing core.

  “Morgane is bad news, Ruby,” said Amber. “You should leave when you can. If you are in need of a pce, join our coven.”

  By now Crystal showered the attention of her lips on Ruby’s neck. Deep kisses, followed by a tracing tongue left goosebumps in its wake.

  “It is not just Orith. She has a list of unanswered crimes,” whispered Crystal in her ears. “She killed The Padin.”

  “Not The White Knight,” retorted Amber. Her hands pressed on Ruby’s waist. “No one can kill The White Knight. He is invincible and even beyond the council. Morgane might be Aspected, but even Morrigan, the war queen is no match for him.”

  “Of course, she killed him,” snapped Crystal. At her nearness to her ears, Ruby could feel the truth fueling her anger. “Why else is The White Knight not around for like two decades? When the dark inquisitors and the bckguard warlocks snatched witches from their own homes, wasn’t it his responsibility to appear?”

  “He is a Fae Lord. Maybe he retreated to his realm to recuperate.” The justification of Amber came out vague and weak and most of all, unsubstantiated. “You know, time goes differently there, so maybe he just took a nap. Fae Lords have other responsibilities.”

  “Unproven that he is a Fae Lord.” Crystal flicked her gaze back to Ruby. “The truth is Morgane destroyed a lot of lives, both those she loves and hates. Orith, The Padin, her previous coven. She got them all killed.”

  Amber stopped her exploration. Her hands rested gingerly on Ruby’s shoulder as though the conspiracy was far more important than anything else. “It is the manner in which they were killed. By an explosion of non-magical nature. A bomb. It was probably meant for Morgane but her poor coven members paid while Morgane still does what she wants.”

  “Don’t believe everything you hear, Ruby.” Rhea broke her silence. Her eyes were still on the scene before her. The biting of her lips and the nervousness in the way her fingers twitched above her core conveyed the need. “Some are mere rumours without substance. You will also hear conspiracy theories like Morgane wasn’t really hurt in the explosion and she merely faked her injuries to hide.”

  No. Mom was actually hospitalised for an extended period. Even Or colborated the fact.

  “But it’s true.” Crystal scoffed, a very angry and derisive expression. “Remember the old proverb, y with dogs and wake up with fleas. It is very appropriate for her. Associate with Morgane and you will find yourself in deep shit.”

  “The matter of her former coven is handled by the council,” said Rhea who looked like she would hike the hem of her dress any moment to put her fingers to good use. “Since the attack was through conventional technology, the Grove couldn’t handle it. That is why the council got involved and deployed their top enforcer, the High Inquisitor, to investigate.”

  “From what I gather, the High Inquisitor has no love for Morgane,” said Crystal. “In fact, there is bad blood between them. I wouldn’t be surprised if he were to barge into her coven and dismantle it. I mean, it stands to reason that it was the revenge-seeking supporters of The Padin who pnted the bomb in retaliation. And the High Inquisitor would rather have Morgane’s head on a pike than investigate.”

  One more enemy to watch out for. The High Inquisitor.

  “What’s his name?” asked Ruby.

  By then, Rhea could hardly wait. She smoothed and unsmoothed the creases on her dress and in a nonchant tone answered. “Lord Craven Enders.”

  Whatever expression that morphed on Ruby’s face was quickly swallowed by Crystal’s palms.

  “That’s enough time wasted on your coven-mother. Come Ruby, the night still awaits.”

  AnnouncementThe Witches Ball begins which means, a lot of sex, and Ruby in very awkward positions. If any of you have any special wishes or kinks (Which by now, I am pretty sure some of you have... don't be shy... we are are degen perverts here.) for the Witches Ball, please do let me know in comments. I will make sure to incorporate them.This is your immediate chance since following the Witches Ball, Ruby's Dad arrives from his cruise trip, so I aim to steer the story with emotional moments between Ruby and her dad.So for those of you who are into this for the smut (I hardly believe anyone is into it for story, but hey sometimes readers amuse me) grab your moment.