The Coven
Copyright© 2026 by Phillip Marks
Part 5: The Decision
Supernatural Sex Story: Part 5: The Decision - 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
I woke up the next morning in an odd place. The last week or so had been strange, highly charged events that were inherently unreal kept on happening yet, strangely I found myself surprisingly grounded. I still went to the gym, I was still (though with much lest gusto) doing Door Dash, I was still doing my gig work.
It was as if the world kept on going despite the oddities that were occurring. The situation produced a strange feeling of disconnect but also provided a sense of stability at the same time. I was walking out of the gym when my cell phone binged. It was a text from an unknown number.
“Hello Michael. This is Thriza. We should talk. Meet me at the Green Crumbs Cafe on Webster in two hours.”
There it was, a chance at the truth.
It was close to the noon hour when I arrived. I felt a certain level of trepidation. I didn’t know much about either of these women aside from the fact that according to the unreal evidence I had found one was 133 years old and the other was upwards of 250 years old.
Thriza was sitting in a corner, clutching a styrofoam cup of coffee. Her long dark hair was tied to one side and she was wearing a pair of very tight jeans, some fashionable boots, and a bulky maroon sweater – she blended into the early fall morning perfectly. Nobody would’ve guessed she was a witch born before the Revolutionary War. That really didn’t matter to me though; I had to reconcile the fact that less that 24 hours ago this woman had been slathering my cock with spit and I had anal sex with her.
Shit.
I got my own cup of coffee and sat down across from her. She had tried to choose a corner to get some privacy.
“Good Morning Michael,” she said smiling slightly.
“Hi Thriza,” I replied.
“I’m glad you could make it.”
I sat down across from her. “It’s nice to see you again. How are you doing?”
She smiled. “Really good. Rayven and I really enjoyed ourselves last night. I’m sure you did too.”
“Oh yeah,” I said.
“Rayven was right; you are a nice guy. My sisters and I don’t run into many of those, or, I guess we haven’t in the past. You’re an exception to the rule and you don’t look like any historian or investigator I’ve ever met.”
“And Thriza, you’re not a twenty year old girl.”
She looked away wistfully and twirled a piece of her long hair. “Observant,” she said.
I continued: “You look like a college girl, you laugh like a college girl, you fuck like-”
“I get it,” she interrupted. “I suppose you deserve some answers. That’s the least I can do.”
I nodded. “Okay. What’s going on a Nebelgutt Estate?”
“Nebelgutt Estate is the home of the Coven of the Moonlit Grove, a group of sexual witches.”
“Sexual witches?”
“Yes – you’ve learned about that aspect of our Art, Michael. Many of our spells affect the act of reproduction and we draw power from that act. Our Coven has existed for centuries.”
“And you are the oldest member Thriza Schmadel?”
Thriza took a long drink of coffee. “Yes,” she sighed. “Our spells and potions usually keep us around for about 300 years – at one point they just stop working.”
“And Rayven?”
“She came to us in 1911 I believe. The only girl older than she is Ella Rose. She is from Alabama and she joined the Coven in 1858.”
The unreality of all this washed over me. I resisted it. “And the Rathmore Family Trust?”
“A simple financial vehicle. My predecessor transferred all of the Coven assets into this fund. The Coven is the Beneficiary: MLC (LLC). The assets are ... substantial.” Thriza took another long drink of coffee.
“How substantial?” I asked. I drank some of my coffee as well.
“I can’t tell you everything Michael,” Thriza replied flatly. “That might affect your decision.”
“What decision?” I asked, a bit concerned. “I’m confused.”
“You’re a bright man Michael,” said Thriza, in a dangerously playful way. “You’ll figure it out, and if you don’t it really won’t matter.” Thriza get up. “I’ll have to get a refill before I go.”
“Thriza, I have a lot more questions,” I said.
“We’ll give you a few days to consider things Michael. I’ll have Rayven text you when we want you out at the Estate. I think the girls have had enough Chinese food for the next couple weeks. The young woman left. I sat for a long moment with my coffee as the world of my hometown swirled around me. I had discovered a coven of sexual witches – that part of things was obvious. They had long life, carnal delights, wealth, youth and beauty ... at what cost? What was the missing piece? Where did I fit in? What decision was she talking about?
The good news was that Thriza was timely. I waited three days until I got a simple straightforward text from Rayven: “Hi Michael, this is Rayven. We are all looking forward to seeing you again. Please meet me at the door of Nebelgutt Estate at 7:00.”
I wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen. I loaded up my laptop, thinking I might get a chance to get some notes about Nebelgutt and drove out to the Estate. The evening was cloudy and cool; fall was even closer today. The drive was uneventful but I had a strange sense of finality.
Rayven was waiting for me in all her glory and beauty. She was wearing black platform boots, stockings, a garter belt, matching panties and a strappy corset-style top laced with enticing red ribbon. Her choker, cloak and odd witches hat were par for the course.
“Hi Michael!” she exclaimed.
I smiled a I saw her and approached. She beat me to the embrace, throwing her arms around me. We kissed long and with concentrated focus. My hands worked down her smooth back, finally cupping her shapely ass. Her skin was soft, her body warm and so inviting. It was hard to stop kissing her and once I did I nuzzled her neck, eliciting a soft and very tempting moan from the beautiful girl.
“God I want to fuck you right here,” I heard her whisper.
“It’s nice to see you too Rayven,” I said.
She looked down, smiling shyly. “Sorry Michael, I got carried away.”
“I did too Rayven,” I said.
She grabbed my hand. “Thank you so much for the roses the other day. All the girls were so excited when they say the flowers!”
“Girls? How many of you are there?”
My coven-sisters? Well,” began Rayven. “There are currently nine of us but there should be thirteen, that’s the traditional number for a coven.”
“Nine?!” I said rather incredulously.
“Yup. Thriza is the oldest and Franziska is the youngest – she joined the Coven in 1957 after she came here from Hungary. The communists were after her family.”
“Yeah,” I said lost in thought. Nine sexual witches who all looked – and fucked – like they were eighteen or nineteen. Had I discovered an absolute heaven or a unique hell? “Here,” said Rayven, taking my hand. “Come upstairs with me.” She started to lead me up the stairs. “This lower floor is pretty much how it was back in my day. There are lounge rooms, a ballroom, a billiards room, a dining room, porches, all those things. Upstairs on the second floor are some really nice bedrooms where we keep guys and girls like you. Above that are the coven-sisters bedrooms. The fourth floor is our common area, a library, and a kitchen.”
“Wait Rayven, what do you mean ‘guys like me?” I asked desperately as the girl dragged me down a second floor hall into a bedroom. There were two other girls in the bedroom. One, a blonde, had on a cloak, hat, and platform heels like Rayven but was wearing a strappy, very low cut dress that laced up below the cleavage and left hr legs bare. I didn’t see anything resembling panties. The other girl had on a purple outfit, a plunging corset type top and a gold trimmed long skirt that left her navel exposed. She wore a dark cloak, clear stripper pumps and a matching witches hat. This woman’s hair was darker than Rayven’s, being the color of chocolate and was loosely braided. The two women were gorgeous.
“Michael,” said Rayven, this is Brielle and Ella Rose, two of my coven-sisters.”
“Rayven, what did you mean ‘guys like me?” I asked again.
Rayven ignored me. “This is the guy who got us the roses.”
Brielle and Ella Rose approached me subtly, touching me and circling, giving me a good look. “Y’all were right Rayven, he is pretty cute,” commented Ella Rose in a smooth southern drawl.
“Very cute,” added Brielle. “and so sweet, those roses are beautiful.”
“Just like you ladies,” I stammered, momentarily forgetting my question.
“Ohhh,” said Brielle, locking her coral colored lips on mine. I felt her tongue a moment later. She tasted sweet, involuntarily I let my hand run along her curves. I felt Ella Rose start to undo my belt and the fly of my jeans.
“Wait! Wait a minute you all!” I exclaimed. “What do you mean Rayven?”
Rayven looked sad. “I’m sorry Michael but we can’t let you leave again.” Brielle joined Ella Rose on her knees in front of me.
“What?” I demanded.
“You see ... you know all about us now. We keep guys here, in rooms like these-”
“Or downstairs in the Whispering Chambers for the ones that are assholes,” interjected Ella Rose.
“Yeah,” continued Rayven. “The Whispering Chambers is out torture chamber underneath the Estate.”
“Torture chamber? What the fuck!” I said.
“Oh that’s not for you silly goose,” said Brielle. “Anyway there are plenty of things down there that are just for us girls too.”
I looked down and Brielle and then at Rayven. “What the hell is going on here?”
Rayven put her arms around my neck. “Its sad in your case Michael because you seem like a really nice guy but you see, we bring people in here, particularly men, and we kind of ... play with them if you can understand. The problem is they can’t keep up and the potions and spells we use to increase their stamina and other stuff-”
“Like girth and sperm volume,” added Brielle. A moment later I felt a pleasurable surge as Brielle and Ella Rose ran their tongues along my fleshy hardness below.
“Yeah, those things too,” continued Rayven once again. “But all the magic things we use tend to burn guys out. They only last three or four months.”
“Wait, you guys are going to kill me?” I asked incredulously. “I don’t wanna die!”
“I’m really sorry Michael,” said Rayven. “I like you a lot. It’s sad. I cried so much when I talked to Thriza.”
“Hell of a way for a guy to go though,” commented Ella Rose, between slurps on my dick.
“There might be another option everybody,” said a fifth voice. It was Thriza, who walked into the room with a slight flourish of her cape in an outfit I could only call revealing. We all looked at her.
“What’s your idea?” asked Rayven, her voice bordering between happiness and hope. Brielle and Ella Rose just looked at each other, puzzled, over my hard cock as their spit dripped off it.
“It’s been so long that I had forgot about it and it didn’t dawn on me until I had a cup of coffee with Michael here. He really seems honestly interested in this place and in us.”
“Come on Thriza,” demanded Brielle. Ella Rose meanwhile had returned to sucking my cock, the blonde worked her lips around the end, greedily sucking it.
“Pay attention Ella Rose,” hissed Thriza.