The Coven
Copyright© 2026 by Phillip Marks
Prologue
Supernatural Sex Story: Prologue - A young man investigates a mysterious abandoned estate in his hometown and discovers a magical secret.
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Magic Group Sex Facial Oral Sex
November, 1996
“Motherfucker!” yelled Tyriq Johnson as he cranked the ignition of the white Ford Crown Victoria. Nothing happened. He slammed his palm against the wheel. In front of him the hood was up and his partner, Damarian Terron was looking at the troubled engine.
“Yup; gotta be the starter,” muttered Damarian.
Tyriq got out of the car, jamming a Glock into the waistband of his sweat pants, and walked to the front of the car. Damarian glanced at him and slammed the hood. The two men leaned against the car.
“Serves us right for stealing a Ford POS,” grumbled Damarian.
It was mid-November in upper state New York. Night was rapidly collecting itself among the misty trees that surrounded the two men and their crippled vehicle. They had gotten lost an hour ago and now were deep in the woods at the side of a dirt road.
The two men, already on the run from the law, considered their next actions.
“What are we gonna do?” asked Tyriq.
“I don’t fucking know,” commented Damarian. He lit a cigarette.
“Didn’t I see some farm or something a while ago ... we gotta get another car.”
“Nah. All I saw was a ruined building with the wall. Some sort of mansion or something. Looked like it was falling apart. I think we passed it twice.”
“Dammit!” exclaimed Tyriq.
“Are you having trouble with your car?” came a third, female voice from the left.
The two men almost jumped with surprise.
There was a white girl standing to the left off the road with a swampy pond and fog shrouded trees behind her. She was stunning, long hair the color of polished mahogany framed a soft face and barely covered long glittering earrings. Her plump lips were slightly parted in a mischievous smile and were the color of soft burgundy. Her eyes shimmered like aquamarines in the gathering darkness. She was young ... eighteen or nineteen...
The mysterious girl was dressed quite oddly, in a long black slit dress in a tight corset style top that molded to her curvaceous mid-section, laced up in string the same rose color as her nails. She wore a black choker with an old looking cameo hanging from it and a long black cloak of velvet. Her smooth legs ended in black strappy open-toed platform heels, the type of gear that Tyriq and Damarian had seen at clubs like the Dollhouse or Secrets in Lace downstate, not in a swampy woodland. The strangest thing was her hat – a wide brimmed conical headpiece with a kink at the top, like a cartoonish witches hat.
“Damn!” shouted Tyriq in surprise. Damarian’s cigarette fell out of his open mouth. The woman shouldn’t be there; neither man had seen her approach. It was as if she had materialized out of thin air.
“I’m sorry if I startled you,” said the mysterious woman, taking a couple steps closer to the men.
Damarian stared at her wide-eyed and Tyriq tried to play it cool. “No. Nah. Shit girl no. We all good,” he said nervously.
“What you doin’ out here girl? You goin’ to some sort of costume party or something, all dressed up?”
“No,” replied the girl, sheepishly, her voice dripping with sexual energy. “This is just me...”
Damarian looked at his partner nervously and said: “Just kinda look like you down, you know. You probably don’t have many brothers up here. Fine white girl like you might want to try some dark meat, you know what I’m say’in.”
Tyriq looked back at him, trying to stay cool. “We might have a wanna-be snowbunny here.” When they looked back at the girl her clothing had changed. The hat, choker, cloak, and come fuck me heels remained but now she was wearing black lingerie: a lacy bustier, a garter belt, panties and stockings. Her skin was glistening with a thin sheen in the failing sunlight like she was sweaty or oiled up. Her voice was melodic and hyper-feminine, yet there was something slightly menacing underneath it’s pleasantness.
“Is this a bit better?” asked the girl sheepishly. “This is kind of my normal gear.”
Tyriq involuntarily took a step away from the girl but he bumped into the car. He sensed danger but it was overwhelmed by the raw energy that the woman seemed to be producing. He knew something wasn’t right but couldn’t react. Damarian only muttered: “Fucking girl is trippin’,” to himself.
The girl leaned in and up and kissed Tyriq who didn’t have the will to pull away. A moment later he felt the strange girls tongue enter his mouth and the kiss took on a passion of it’s own as the two started to explore each other and tasted each other. Her smell reached him as well, a sweet aphrodisiac that was indescribable. Saliva flowed freely between the two. After a long, slow, deep kiss, the strange woman took a small breath only to separate enough to allow their tongues to again begin a moist dance around each other.
Meanwhile, each of her hands had found the two men’s crotches and the bulges that strained their clothing there. Tyriq’s hands had found her waist on one side and her shapely ass on the other caressing soft, hot, slick skin and the lacy lingerie that was against it, the tight material slightly damp with the slickness of her sweat and oil. Damarian peeled off his hoodie and moved closer.
The passionate young girl pulled away from Tyriq, slightly pursing her lips around his tongue, almost like she was sucking a cock as she did so. Her ample lips turned to Damarian, and she sent her tongue on a sloppy mission to explore his mouth and taste him. His hands did their own exploring, one running along the warmth of her back and the other reaching lower, past her taut garter belt and into her suddenly sodden panties. He found the warmth of her pussy there, already seeping a milky white liquid.
Her warm moistened body was up against Damarian. He could feel the heat and sweaty sheen against his well muscled chest. Nearby Tyriq stripped off his shirt and his sweatpants dropped to the ground, the pistol clattering in the dirt forgotten. As Damarian ran a pair of fingers deep along her slit the girl shuddered slightly and let loose a soft, slight moan. “We got you girl,” he murmured softly to her.
Damarian brought his hand up, two of his fingers smeared with the young girl’s pussy juice. She grabbed it and brought it to her own mouth, opening wide to suck her syrupy cream from his digits, allowing the rich substance to roll down her throat. Damarian ripped down his pants as he pulled his hand away and his pistol fell to the ground.
“Wow,” panted Tyriq.
The mysterious woman, her green eyes flashing with barely controlled passion dropped to her knees.
The girl went after Tyriq first, slowly running her hand up and down Damarian so he stayed hard. Tyriq’s hard cock was a massive ten inches, thick and veiny. The girl ran her soft pink tongue along the length of the cock several times, working to get spit on it. She smiled mischievously and drooled on the dick. Then she looked up at Tyriq, cocked her head back, and opened her mouth wide. Tyriq was in bliss but took the chance for a long snort and let a gob of thick saliva and some phlegm drop into the girl’s mouth. She eagerly smeared the new spit around his dick.
“Damn, what a slut...” murmured Tyriq.
“Fuck yeah!” said Damarian.
The strange woman turned her attention to Damarian’s rod next. He was smaller, only eight inches but was quite plump with fat balls. She licked his dick up and down after hocking her own thick spit at it. A thin stringer of spit appeared between her lower lip and the tip of Damarian’s dick. She smiled and giggled a bit, slurping the stringer in. Immediately she opened her burgundy lips wide and started to swallow Damarian’s cock. “Awww, God...” moaned Damarian.
She got about four inches in and started to make a gurgling noise and had to pull it out, coughing.
“Don’t worry girl, I got you,” grunted Damarian. “Open up.” She opened her mouth as wide as she could.
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