The Coven Reborn
Copyright© 2026 by Phillip Marks
Chapter 9: Coven and Lodge
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 9: Coven and Lodge - The Coven of the Moonlit Grove recruits a new member and faces a new supernatural threat as it enters a new era.
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Fiction Magic
“Okay guys, the pork looks like it’s ready,” said Duane from the kitchen area of Nebelgutt’s topmost floor. There was a slight delay as he checked the crockpot. “Yeah. It’s done. Let me shred it and we should be good.”
“Awesome,” said Ella Rose. “I’m starving.”
“It won’t be too spicy?” asked Sabrine, looking up from her phone.
“No, I just used store BBQ sauce with this so everybody should be able to eat these sandwiches,” answered Duane.
The entire Coven had gathered in the common area of Nebelgutt. I was sitting in front of Anna whose feet were in my lap. Rayven was behind Delia, who was sitting with her legs folded up, and was carefully brushing the latter’s hair. The rest of my coven-sisters were scattered around the room. Even Misty, Delia’s cat, was in the room, darting around earning pets and rubs but really causing fun mayhem. Outside a cold steady springtime rain was falling.
I had started the process of massaging Anna’s feet with a series of warmup twists to get the foot ready for more work. I felt stress start to leave my coven-sister as I I gently twisted both her feet. “Oh my God Michael that feels so good!” moaned Anna. “It’s better than sex.”
“Watch it there sister,” commented Coral.
“After four hours in those damn heels... “ sighed Anna. She closed her eyes and virtually melted into her chair.
“Where did you learn to do foot massages Michael?” asked Ella Rose.
“I didn’t learn – it’s just something I can do,” I said.
“Well, we’re all lucky,” commented Coral.
“A drink would be perfect now,” sighed Anna.
“I’ve got a good selection,” said Duane from the kitchen. “There is water, soda, rum and coke, a couple beers, and someone named Michael has a bottle of 100 proof Jack Daniels back here –”
“Yup!” I interrupted.
“Could someone get me a rum and coke please?” asked Anna.
“I will,” answered Sabrine, getting up. “I want some of that whiskey on the rocks.”
“Pour me a glass,” commented Franziska, from the back of the room.
“Hold on guys,” said Sabrine. “Who wants anything?”
She received a host of requests.
Meanwhile, Rayven and Delia were engrossed on the topic of hairstyles. “I don’t know Rayven,” said Delia. “What do you think?”
“I know you don’t like your hair but it’s beautiful in it’s own way,” answered Rayven. “It has a lot of potential.”
“I don’t really hate my hair, I just wish I had long luxurious hair like all of you.”
“Long hair can be a pain in the ass,” commented Rayven. “We can do a lot with yours. You can do things with jewelry, headbands, and clips that we can’t.”
“Sistren, we gots ourselves over a hundred years of hair care experience in this room ya know?” interjected Coral, dropping into her accent momentarily. “Ya be in good hands sistren.”
Delia smiled in spite of herself. Rayven twisted her head around and gently kissed Delia on the cheek. The two women shared a soft moment for a second.
“Everything is ready!” announced Duane from the kitchen. “I’ve got toasted buns here, and then the pork over here. You can add onions and more BBQ sauce if you want. If you don’t have a drink or a cocktail you can grab one.”
“Thank you Duane!” said three or four of my coven-sisters in virtual unison. Duane smiled.
I had moved all the way to knuckle work on Anna’s feet, using my knuckle to knead the bottom of her foot with moderate pressure. “You guys take such good care of us Michael,” purred Anna.
“Why do you think we let them in Anna,” commented Sabrine, plopping down nearby with a sandwich and rocks glass full of JD and ice. There was a substantial ripple of laughter across the room.
I smiled as Duane made some comical protest. It was times like these that made the Coven of the Moonlit Grove what it was regardless of what the rest of the Cabal might have thought of us. My coven-sisters and brother were more than friends, but less than true family. They were unique yet I somehow knew there was something else underneath all of this, something elusive. For a moment I wished I could speak to Thriza, my predecessor, about it. She had understood what I was sensing but didn’t quite understand, at least at the end she did.
Several hours later Delia carefully sat on the edge of Rayven’s bed as Nebelgutt as the Coven went to sleep around them. Rayven pushed her hair back and crawled to her newest coven-sister, spreading her legs and sitting behind Delia. Rayven’s hands found the soft curves of Delia’s waist. Delia felt her hair being pushed aside and a gentle series of kisses on her neck.
“Delia, you’re trembling,” said Rayven softly.
Delia smiled and looked down slightly. “Sorry, I’m nervous.”
“Why?” asked Rayven.
“This is only my second time with a girl, and the first was with a girl and a guy so...”
“Just relax. We’re coven-sisters. All I want to do is make you happy.”
“I know. Things are just so new and you’re so beautiful –”
Rayven immediately went to kiss Delia who sensed it and twisted her head to embrace the green-eyed woman. They remained locked together for a long time, tasting and exploring each other. Rayven’s hands found the thin straps of Delia’s wispy tank top and eased them down, revealing her coven-sister’s breasts.
The two women took a breath and then renewed their kiss. Rayven’s hands moved across Delia’s delicate mahogany skin, brushing her suddenly erect nipples. A moment later Rayven aggressively cupped Delia’s tits. Delia felt a wave of passionate energy run through her body and moaned.
Rayven smiled and slowly pulled back, moving Delia backwards onto the comfortable bed and easing her lover down. The amber-haired woman rapidly pulled off her own thin clothes and Delia yanked off her own panties.
Slowly, Rayven straddled Delia, gently offering the pink folds of her pussy to her coven-sister. Delia licked at the offering slowly, learning her way around the rich fleshy opening. Delia moved her hands up to Rayven’s waist, taking control of their pace.
Rayven allowed Delia to ease into pussy-eating, letting her newest lover experiment and go at her own pace. She reached down and ran a gentle finger along Delia’s own slit, sending a tingle of pleasure up Delia’s body. Likewise, Rayven felt delight meander it’s way up her spine.
Delia started to pull Rayven’s pussy down, delving deeper into her interior with an active tongue and long slurps of rich female elixir. Rayven slowly tossed her hair back, feeling her body shudder as sweat sprung up on her skin.
Rayven moved toward Delia, aiming for her lover’s silky slit which was now glistening with juices. Momentarily the two women were in a sixty-nine position. Rayven felt Delia wrap her arms around her lower reaches even as she started to work on Delia’s womanhood.
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