The Coven
Copyright© 2026 by Phillip Marks
Part 4: Set Break
Supernatural Sex Story: Part 4: Set Break - 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
“Hey Duane!” I said, coming up to my friend’s table at the Hop Notch Brewery. I sat down, smiling. It was Sunday early afternoon and the first round of NFL playoff games had just started. The Patriots played later that afternoon but most of the TVs in the sports bar were tuned to the AFC game that had just started.
Duane just looked at me and took a drink of his beer.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“I’m not sure Michael,” he replied, finishing the last of his beer.
“Let me get you another one.” I waved a waitress over.
“I need it,” growled Duane.
“What’s wrong man?”
“What did you get me involved in Michael?”
“What do you mean?” Two beers arrived.
“Don’t do that buddy,” said Duane. “I’ve known you way too long for that innocent shit.”
I tried to maintain the demeanor but it didn’t work. “Look, I know Coral is a frisky girl but from what I heard she is definitely into you. I wouldn’t ignore Anna either,” I said.
Duane looked at me. “Frisky? That’s an understatement.”
I sighed. “Okay, lets grab a booth and talk quick. I’ll let you know what’s going on.”
Duane dutifully followed me and we moved across the bar to one of the worn booths so we would have a semblance of privacy.
“To start with,” I began, “Coral and Anna really enjoyed themselves with you the other day. They’re my roommates so I know.”
“I know you moved right around Halloween but where do you live now?” asked Duane.
“I live at Nebelgutt, that old haunted house outside of town. I live with ten girls. We’re sexual witches – well, they’re sexual witches, I’m a warlock. I’m pretty new so I’m still learning. Anna joined after me. She’s new too.”
Duane just stared at me.
“Duane, think about what you just went through. Is it that crazy? You know I’ve changed over the last couple months. Where do you think I got that Mustang? Why do you think I don’t bitch about work or money anymore?”
Duane struggled for words. Finally he just took a deep pull from his beer as he tried to collect his thoughts.
I continued: “Nebelgutt is fine. It’s actually pretty big. There are twenty bedrooms and five bathrooms, if you count the big one with the whirlpool in it. We have a nice common area, a library, and other things. There’s even an underground garage; it can only be accessed by magic but it’s there. The whole place is hidden with an illusion spell.”
“You’re nuts,” said Duane.
“Am I? Explain to me what happened to you a couple nights ago.”
Duane drained his beer. “I ... passed out ... yeah, I passed out or fell asleep in my car and I had a goofy dream, that’s all.”
I took a long drink from my beer. “You’re really going to go with that? Has Coral texted you since then?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Dreams can’t text, man,” I said. I ordered us another round of beers.
“So you cast spells. Magic is real?” asked Duane.
“Yeah,” I said. “Magic is real. To be honest I’m still learning but many of my coven-sisters are quite good with magic.”
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