Chapter 8

The cottage glowed warmly in the chilly night. David helped Lily through the door. Relief washed over the room, but tension was also thick. Isabella and her daughters had faced tough times. Their reunion was full of mixed emotions. Lily struggled to stand. Her body showed the marks of torture. Katherine and Evelyn surrounded her. Their eyes were a mix of anger and worry.

“Mother,” Lily whispered. Her voice trembled. She stepped forward, reaching for Isabella. Evelyn and Katherine were close behind. Lily glanced at her sisters. She apologised for the years apart, the fear she had lived through, and the strength she had found to continue. Isabella’s eyes glistened as she looked at Lily’s battered form. Despite it all, Lily was there before them, and it is because of David.

“David,” Isabella said softly. She faced him, her expression serious. “Your mother is weak. You need to give her the seed now.”

David felt a jolt. He never thought he would fuck his mother. But there was no choice. He knew he had to save her. He met Isabella’s gaze. It was filled with fierce purpose. He reached out to Lily, his hand clutching hers tightly. David understood and nodded.

“Mother, I can’t,” Lily said, her voice filled with emotion and shocking the others.

“You must,” Isabella replied firmly. “It’s the only way. You need his seed, his essence, to survive.”

“I want him to take me as a master of this coven, not like this mother,” Lily remarked. She trembled as she said, “He must claim me and us as his wives during the ritual.”

Isabella’s eyes grew wide with understanding. Evelyn and Katherine smiled. The day was near when Sisters of Uragh have a master.

The Sisters of Uragh had been around for two hundred years. Their ties of loyalty were blood-related. Tonight was special. A union ceremony that they have not had since their inception. This would mark David’s place as the first master of the coven. The chamber underneath the cottage held a thick, mysterious air. It was lit with red candles, and burning incense of rose fragrance filled the space. The stone altar stood in the centre of the chamber.

Isabella, Evelyn, Katharine, and Lily arrived first in white cloaks. Each sister held a fiery red candle. The soft smile lit their faces beneath their cloaks. They chanted as they painted the walls with inscriptions made of rich crimson ink. David arrived a brief moment later, dressed in white silk clothes. The women raised their hoods back to show their eager faces, causing his eyes to widen a little.

Isabella said to David, “The ceremony will mean the eternal bond between a master and his witches. Follow my instructions.”

David nodded.

Isabella smiled. “Remove your clothes, David.”

The other sisters watched closely. Their eyes were full of excitement. He took a deep breath and started to undress. His clothes slipped away. It revealed his fit body, slightly shimmering with sweat. With a mixture of need and love in her eyes, Lily watched her son. She was aware that this ritual was done for her coven. She experienced an odd sense of anticipation in spite of the weakness. She never took her eyes off her son. His cock was soft, but it started to itch a bit.

Isabella guided David to the stone altar. She directed him to lie on the cold stone. David lay on the altar, completely exposed. He looked up at Isabella. There was a certain confidence in her eyes. It both comforted and unnerved him. In silent expectation of the rites to follow, his cock twitched a little. Katherine, Lily, and Evelyn gathered around the altar with Isabella. The Sisters of Uragh had brought jars filled with fragrant oils. Together, they applied oil to his body with care.

With their hands moving in sync up his legs, Evelyn and Katherine started with his feet. Their touch caused his muscles to tremble. Lily worked on his abdomen. His cock started to react to the delicate manipulations at her hands, and the sensation was divine. Isabella worked on his back and shoulders. Each of them rubbed oil onto his cock in turn. Each time more firm and more persistent. The oil had a smell of sandalwood. With a mix of excitement and darkness in their eyes, the women pulled away.

“Now!!!” Isabella said with authority.

The witches moved in sync, pulling out four lengths of velvet rope from their cloaks. Each rope held ancient spells, designed to bind David without hurting him. They wrapped the ropes around his wrists and ankles, tying him to the altar. The soft fabric brushed against his skin, but it felt hot. It felt strange—both restricting and comforting. The ropes bound his arms and legs. The cold marble pressed against his skin. He felt vulnerable.

Isabella, as the mother of the coven, “David”, she said. “This is the occasion when you claim us as your wives.”

Evelyn, Isabella, Lily and Katherine formed a semicircle around the altar in front of him in that order. Lily took a ceremonial dagger and placed it gently on David’s chest. His mind rushed with confusion. And yet, beneath that confusion, there was an undeniable sense of arousal.

Isabella moved closer to David. Her fingers lightly rubbed over his toned abs. “You need to break free,” she said. “Together, we created this bond with our magic. Now, you have to show us you can stand against us.”

He scanned the room. The witches, his mother, grandmother and two aunts were there, their eyes locked on him, filled with twisted excitement. As he pulled, he felt the ropes bite into his skin. They nodded to each other and started taking off their cloaks. They showed him their naked bodies.

Evelyn took the lead and showed off her voluptuous body. Her rosy nipples stood erect, and her breasts were full and large and shifted with the movement. Katherine followed behind, her body aged gracefully with a charm. As the last of her clothes dropped to the floor, Katherine’s hands moved over her hips and her eyes darkened with need. Isabella started taking off her clothes. As she untied the strings of her gown, she kept her gaze fixed on David’s. Her curves were exposed when it fell away. Despite being the oldest, she had a girl’s appearance. It was difficult to imagine she was the mother to three women standing beside her. And lastly, Lily, his mother. The naked body of his mother was a canvas of scars and bruises. But did not diminish her beauty. Lily’s scarred and bruised body exuded a raw beauty that broke David’s heart.

Each of them had distinct individual spirits. The common thing among them was that they all had green eyes, fiery red hair and the Nuhnoian stone attached to their necklaces. His grandmother, Isabella, was clean-shaven, his aunts had a pattern, and his mother, Lily, had a hairy bush from years of neglect. His cock throbbed with desire due to their strong and seductive figures. His attention shifted between them, taking in the sight of his mother, grandmother, and aunts all nude in front of him.

Their nude bodies positioned around him, they rubbed his body. The urge to touch them, to claim them, was intensifying with each second as he strained against the ropes that burnt into his skin. The smell of their arousal and the warmth of their skin were too much to bear. Evelyn and Katherin joined Isabella and chanted an ancient spell. The ropes became tighter. David’s limbs were securely bound to the altar as they throbbed with an invisible energy.

At the same time, Lily traced his thighs, abs, and chest. Wherever he needed them most, she touched him. He begged for her attention with a hard, pulsing cock. He saw his mother’s hand hover over his erection. She locked her eyes with his. She leaned in and gave him a passionate, desperate kiss on the lips. She pulled away.

“Break the bonds, Son.” Lily whispered in his ears, “Show us, show yourself, that you are master of this coven,” as she joined the others in chanting.

The ropes were squeezed tight as it was charged with the four of them. David strained against the ropes holding him, but he fought back. His muscles tightened; they throbbed with effort. The women watched closely. Fear and excitement filled their faces. They sensed the power within him and eagerly awaited its release. David focused, and energy surged inside him. It built up like a storm. The ropes groaned, struggling against his strength, and the magic of the witches began to wane.

With a fierce roar, David surged forward. The ropes snapped, like a whip cracking in the still air. David shook as the last magic of the women disappeared. The four witches stepped back, gasped, wide-eyed and stunned. Their breaths were rapid and shallow, and their eyes were full of lust and awe. He did it. David had just proven himself to be their master. He earned the title of Master of Uragh.

Isabella moved forward with a chalice, “Your power is undeniable, Lord.” She whispered, “Now, we complete the bond with blood.”

David straightened up. He grabbed the ceremonial blade resting on his chest. He understood. He had to cut himself, mix his blood with theirs, and seal their bond. He pressed the blade to his wrist. The metal felt cold against his skin. With a clean slice, he made a shallow cut. Blood rose up and fell into the chalice, creating a soft pitter-patter. The witches focused on him as blood filled the chalice. Isabella took it from him and made a cut on her finger and left a drop of her blood in the chalice. Her daughters did the same.

Isabella took the first sip, his warm and metallic blood. She then offered it to her daughters. Lily’s hand shook when she received it. Their gazes locked. She inhaled deeply and drank. With each drop shared, her bond with David intensified. Lily grabbed his hand.

“You are my son,” she whispered. “But now, you are so much more.”

Evelyn was next; she held the chalice and drank deeply. The taste was intense. It was powerful, unlike anything she had known. Her surroundings seemed to sway. After she finished, she handed the chalice to Katherine. She took a turn, her eyes fixed on him. She tilted it back and felt the blood forged a union between them. David felt the strength of the bond, a strong, primal connection that swept through him like a storm, as he drank the remaining mixture. Already hard from the excitement, his cock became even more rigid, begging for release. Isabella stepped forward. Her eyes lit up with desire.

“Now, my love,” she said softly, “claim your wives.”