The Coven
Copyright© 2026 by Phillip Marks
Part 4: Hunters
Supernatural Sex Story: Part 4: Hunters - 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 Fa/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Magic Light Bond Group Sex Facial Oral Sex
Detective Mark Kronig rolled up to the crime scene in his unmarked car, the small red and blue flashers high on it’s windshield adding to the surreal lights that illuminated the icy night. A half dozen police vehicles were already on scene. Mark checked his cell phone; his partner was on his way.
He surveyed the area quickly before he got out. The Criminal Investigation Unit was already on scene. A patrolman was dutifully putting up yellow crime scene tape, cordoning off a small section of Albany, New York. It was 3:00 AM and the late fall chill cut like a knife.
Mark ran his hand through his black hair. He made sure his shield was visible. Mark was wearing simple plain clothes, a flannel, a sweatshirt, and a pair of jeans. He was tired. This was the third crime scene in five days and all of them had been murders. Albany normally had nine murders in an entire year!
The detective got out of his car with a sigh and headed into the fray. A couple uniformed officers nodded to him as he ducked under the tape. The crime scene itself was down a short alley between a pair of businesses. Mark swallowed hard. The scene was fresh, and was just like the last three.
There was an obvious human body, well two in this case, but they had been partially dismembered. The first, Mark guessed from the remaining clothing, had been a male but both legs were gone and the savagery of the wounds indicated some sort of violent physical attack. Mark noted one severed leg a short distance away. As he watched a pair of CIU techs respectfully draped the remains with a sheet.
The second body was nearby, a bit further down the alley. The remains were female. Mark could tell from the pair of pink high heels. The woman had already been covered but the detective guessed that the method of death was similar. Blood was splattered around the scene. CIU had tried to mark all the bloodstained areas as best they could.
“Nice to see you Detective Kronig!”
Mark’s attention settled upon a tall woman wearing a winter coat and a baseball cap emblazoned with CIU and the symbol of the Albany police department. She was wearing a shapeless hoodie underneath the jacket.
“What do we got Shelia?” responded Mark.
“Murder scene. Where’s your better half?”
“Justin is on his way. Just the facts Shelia – I’m just too tired tonight.”
“Sure,” said the senior CIU tech. “There are two bodies on scene, male and female. There is a lot of damage, the John Doe is missing his legs and the Jane Doe lost an arm. I can guess that both are in their mid twenties. I’ve got some uniforms canvassing the area but there isn’t much around.”
“Two blocks over there is that one dance club...”
“Yeah, Blue Corona,” responded Shelia.
“So John and Jane hook up at the club, come over here for a quickie and get attacked,” said Mark. He looked around. “There are lots of businesses in this area. One of them has to have a camera.”
“Makes sense,” said Shelia.
“You didn’t find any strange stuff like the first scene?” asked Mark.
“The Carter kid scene? No, nothing like that.”
“What do we have here? Just like the last two?” said a new voice. Justin Duke, a tall black man wearing a dark green overcoat and jeans came walking up behind Mark. “Sorry I’m late. The call woke the kids up.”
“It’s all good partner,” said Mark.
“Same as the last two Justin. There is a lot of damage to the victims and this time we have a male and a female,” said Shelia.
Justin surveyed the scene like his partner had done earlier. “Wow,” he said softly.
“There isn’t any ritual stuff like with Carter Schmidt,” said Mark.
“Good,” said Justin. “That shit was just plain weird.”
“I don’t know guys, this is just a bizarre scene. These victims wounds are all consistent with animal attacks using claws and/or teeth. The damage to Carter Schmidt’s remains came from claws, not a knife. We’re still examining the middle victim,” said Shelia.
“These two will probably be the same,” commented Mark.
“That would be my guess,” said Shelia, flatly.
“Well, we ran through all of Carter Schmidt’s social media. He was a really troubled kid but that doesn’t matter for any of this,” said Justin.
“No it doesn’t,” said Mark, his voice trailing off as he thought.
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