The Coven
Copyright© 2026 by Phillip Marks
Epilogue
Supernatural Sex Story: Epilogue - 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
Thriza looked around and failed to suppress a girlish smile. Though what she was doing was deadly serious, the place where she was doing it was stunning in it’s beauty. A full moon shined over the woodland grove she was in. Silvery moonlight cascaded through the darkened tress, converting their colors into a mystic myriad of silvers, blues, and even dim golds.
The grass at her feet was a shade of magical violet, dark and mysterious in the moonlight. The colors were deeper and the images sharper than anything she could see in her regular reality. That reality, the Material Plane of Assiah, Earth, was far different than this place.
She was in Briah, the Iconic Realm. Here, the Thirty-two Decans were closer to their source and were far more pure. These cosmic forces formed the entire basis of reality and each correlated with a Word of Creation. Thriza knew that if the UnCreated Being had spoken the Words of Creation differently so long ago, all of reality would be different. To use magic, was to manipulate the Decans, though the Words remained mostly a mystery to even the greatest of spell-casters.
A gossamer moth, it’s wing-span the length of a terrestrial eagle, flapped by Thriza. It was dazzling in it’s beauty with delicate white wings in an elaborate pattern of dots, lines, and curves. Thriza had to remind herself that the moth was no animal – it was a spirit. Briah was not a natural place. The beings here were of a different nature, not alien, but supernatural.
This was the ‘Moonlit Grove’, the place that Thriza had received her blessing as a adeptus from her mistress so long ago and the namesake of her Coven. That woman, Henrietta Scarletwound, was a classic New England witch and had instructed the young Thriza to always remain ‘of the world’. How had she forgotten that, Thriza wondered. Now, however, she was working to correct this unforced error.
Thriza waited. She held her staff, Sunshard, close to her. It was one of the Coven’s greatest weapons. She was wearing the simple robes of a common sorceress. Many of her fellow spell-casters found the sexual magic that the Coven of the Moonlit Grove practiced to be distasteful, akin to the primitive magic of tribal folk. In fact, Thriza knew of only three groups like hers, one in Ireland, one in Russia, and, of course, her own group.
She called it a Coven, the more modern term was Lodge. She liked the word ‘coven’ better. Thriza heard and sensed movement in the Grove.
“You are here. I am glad to see you again Thriza ... adeptus of the Moonlit Grove,” said a female voice from the magical twilight that filled the area.
Thriza recognized the voice immediately. It was Starla Black, one of her contacts, a long term acquaintance she had met several times. The woman stepped into the grove. She also wore simple garb. Her blonde hair was tied back in a delicate ponytail and her look seemed ... modern ... to Thriza. The adeptus nodded to the woman.
“It is always a pleasure to see you theoricus Black. Starla was a theorist, a rank higher than Thriza.