The Coven
Copyright© 2026 by Phillip Marks
Part 2: The Beat Goes On
Supernatural Sex Story: Part 2: The Beat Goes On - 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
“Morning Thriza,” I said as I walked into my coven-sister’s office. I sat my lap top down on the edge of her desk and moved toward the far wall. “Coffee. Coffee. Coffee,” I muttered.
“Long night Michael?” asked Thriza, her voice an octave too high and a smile on her face.
I sat down across from her after filling my cup. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
She looked at me with amusement. “How was the trip?”
“It was pretty good-” I began.
“I spoke with Coral last night,” Thriza said flatly.
“Okay,” I said a bit hesitantly.
“She had fun,” continued Thriza. “Apparently Rayven had fun too. They both like Duane. I haven’t talked to Anna yet but I’m sure she did as well.”
“I’m hearing good things,” I said hopefully.
“Dammit Michael!” said Thriza. “You have to think a bit before just taking your coven-sisters out into the world! They might not be ready!”
“I know, I know,” I said. “I didn’t even think of the ID thing. It never occurred to me. Everything worked out fine though.”
“Did it? I didn’t think an interview with a detective was part of the plan.”
“Hey now Thriza, you can’t blame me for a crime occurring outside the bar we were at.”
“I know that,” said my coven-sister.
“No damage was done. Rayven and Coral just gave the cops their names, addresses, and numbers. If the detectives call they just won’t answer. Simple.”
“I don’t like trained investigators knowing anything about us.”
“Those guys were at a murder scene. They aren’t going to be interested in a group of people out at a reggae club.”
“I hope you’re right Michael.”
“Of course I’m right,” I said. “Anyway what was with the ‘demon’ stuff last night? Rayven didn’t even mention it after we got back here. It scared her and Coral pretty good at the time though.”
Thriza sighed. “Rayven and Coral are fully trained spell-casters. They can sense concentrations of supernatural energy in their area, even it’s residue. You and Anna are not trained yet.”
“Okay so...?”
“Demons are supernatural creatures of chaos, destruction, and malevolence-”
“Right, the average Dungeons and Dragons player knows that.”
“Sure,” said Thriza. “Whatever that is. You had an encounter with a demon once, remember the Ritual of Piercing?”
“I don’t want to remember,” I said sullenly.
Thriza smiled. “Only the most desperate or depraved spell-casters willingly summon demons. Sometimes, like the Ritual of Piercing, we have to.”
“Got it.”
“Demons are very hard to control and extremely opportunistic. Only the most powerful casters or entire circles of casters have any hope of controlling one. Any error, any mistake, and the summoned demon will break free of the ritual, kill the summoner, and wreak havoc upon the world until it is sent back to where it came from.”
“So they can’t be destroyed?”
“No they can only be banished – in some cases for a very long time. If you know a demon’s True Name it can be locked away for thousands of years.”
“So, Thriza, is there a demon running around Albany, New York?”
“If there is it is my problem Michael, not yours or the ladies.”
I nodded in agreement. I really didn’t like that answer.
Thriza continued. She dug into her desk and pulled out a large tome bound in leather, plopping it down with a thud in front of me. “This is for you.”
“Oh God, what is that?”
“The Three Books of Occult Philosophy, written between 1531 and 1533 by Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa. It contains information on elemental, celestial and intellectual magic. The books also outline the four elements, astrology, Kabbalah, numerology, angels, the names of God, the virtues of each, and the relationships these things have with each other as well as methods of utilizing these relationships in medicine, scrying, alchemy, and ceremonial magic.”
“Oh boy,” I stammered.
Thriza smiled. She was enjoying this way too much.
“I was a C+ student in college, like, on a good day.”
“The Occult Philosophy forms the basis of the Thirty-two Decans which are the basic building blocks of our reality.”
I nodded grimly.
“There is also a lighter, fully translated version.” Thriza laid a large softcover book atop the large one.
“Oh thank God,” I sighed.
“Take your time and study this material. Digest it at your own pace – there won’t be a test but if you wish to really understand magic that understanding is right here in this book.”
“I understand, Thanks Thriza.”
“So where do we stand with Duane?”
“Good!” I said, relieved to talk about something I was comfortable with. “He liked the girls and they liked him. Tomorrow I’m going to make sure to touch base with him at the gym. Tuesday Coral is meeting him for coffee. Anna will drop her off and pick her up – no teleportation. I’ll have Coral and Anna take the lead with him, to minimize our exposure.”
“Excellent,” said Thriza.
“I’m going to have Sabrine conjure up some birth certificates for everyone and Anna and I will run the girls in groups of two to the DMV in Albany to get some ID’s for the ladies – you too by the way.”
“That’s a good idea. I’ll go last though. I’ll be leaving briefly for a few days to meet with some off my contacts. I’ll need at least $50,000 in the general account.”
“Understood,” I said. “Where are you going?”
“The organization we are part of has requested aid with a local problem. I’ll provide the magical support but our Coven needs to provide financial support as well. I don’t foresee any additional resources being required. I’ll be utilizing Rayven, Brielle, and Ella Rose for a fairly complex teleportation ritual.”
“Thriza, you didn’t answer my question.”
“I know that,” my coven-sister said.
“So I won’t ask again.” I wondered if the local problem Thriza was speaking of involved a demon but thought better of asking her. She was already marginally annoyed with me.
“Very good Michael,” Thriza said. “While I’m gone you’ll be in charge. I’ll tell Rayven to reinforce the illusion spell on Nebelgutt – that ritual will take all of you. You should continue our recruitment efforts with Duane.”
“Understood,” I said. “I’m going to get everyone Chinese after your teleportation ritual and watch the first Lord of the Rings movie with the ladies. They’ll love it!”
Thriza nodded and smiled.
Several hundred miles away Detectives Mark Kronig and Justin Duke left their lieutenant’s office nervously. Their morning had not started off good. Though there had been several days of comparative calm in Albany, last night marked the fifth murder in fourteen days. One had been a double murder, All shared the same MO and none were solved yet – in fact, the case was quite cold. Pressure tended to flow down in many organizations; if the higher ups became concerned they applied pressure on the folks below them.
Kronig and Duke had learned that lesson this morning.
Mark sat down at his desk and started to scroll through his cell phone quickly. Justin brought them both cups of coffee a moment later.
“Anything?” asked Justin.
“Nope,” Mark said. He dropped into thought.
“We’ll canvass the area around the crime scene and that reggae club Jazzara this morning,” said Justin.
“Good idea,” said Mark. “That’s a busy area. We’ll get some cam footage.” He grabbed his notepad from last night and flipped through it quickly.
“You got something partner?” asked Justin.
“He doesn’t but I do,” said a sharp female voice. A heavy folder dropped onto Mark’s desk as Shelia approached. She looked rough. It was obvious she hadn’t slept at all last night. Neither had Mark or Justin.
“You look like hell Shelia,” commented Justin.
“Back at you stud,” commented the technician. “I have to get some coffee too.”
“What is this?” asked Mark as Shelia got some coffee and sat down near the detectives.
“That is my preliminary report on the scene last night.” Mark opened it and started running through the documents.
“The victim’s name is Thomas Duncan. He lives down in Hampton Manor and has a wife and two kids. Seems like he was just a guy at the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Shit,” muttered Justin. He and Mark would have to make a trip out there today.
Shelia continued: “The cause of death was a slashing wound with a sharp instrument which struck him in the side. The blow broke or detached ribs 5, 6, and 7. It was a fatal wound.”
“Jesus Christ,” muttered Mark.
“And the decapitation?” asked Justin.
“My results are only preliminary but that was secondary. The first blow was fatal.” said Shelia.
Mark leaned back in his chair. “So, Shelia, you’re telling us that someone came up to our victim, hit him in the side with enough force and a weapon large enough to break three ribs and then literally took this poor guy’s head off on a back swing?”
“Essentially yes,” said Shelia.
“That’s not possible,” said Justin.
“Science doesn’t lie,” responded Shelia. “I can only tell you what happened not why – the why is your department guys.”
“We can’t take this to the lieutenant,” said Justin. “He’ll have us committed.”
“There’s more,” said Shelia. “I heard from the State Lab regarding our sample from scene number three-”
“The fleshy material?” asked Mark.
“Yeah,” said Shelia. “The results are inconclusive. That’s forensic code for ‘we don’t know what this stuff is.’”
“Well, that’s not as bad as it could be,” commented Justin.
“Shelia, is there anything you can think of that could do this?” asked Mark.
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