The Coven Reborn
Copyright© 2026 by Phillip Marks
Chapter 2: The Age of Despair
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Age of Despair - 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 Consensual Fiction Magic
“Ready?” asked Duane as his truck pulled to the curb near a north Albany coffee shop named the Warm Roast. It was a bit before three PM on a Tuesday. The air outside was comfortable but still cool. Winter had not fully succumbed to spring yet.
“I am,” answered Coral, smiling broadly. The young woman was wearing simple jeans and a bulky purplish sweater and a unique pendant was around her neck.
“Cool,” responded Duane. “We’ll stay for Delia’s set here and then head back to Nebelgutt and get ready for the ladies tonight.
Coral nodded and climbed out of the truck, swinging her purse over her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around herself and bent her shoulders against the springtime cold. “It’s still cold,” she hissed. “I don’t believe you’re going to fire up the grill tonight.”
“Oh come on it’s not that bad,” said Duane. He was wearing jeans and a dark hoodie. He circled around the truck and the couple trotted across the street. Duane opened the door for Coral, who darted in.
The coffee shop was half full of patrons this time of day. The shop was going to have an eclectic slate of artists this afternoon and evening. Duane, a member of the reggae band Caribbean Roots, knew many in the collected crowd. Most were members of Albany’s small home grown music community and this group included mainly folk musicians.
Coral sat at a table near one of the side windows as Duane got the pair some coffee. He scanned the room and smiled as he waited. His acquaintance Delia was already sitting on the small left side stage in Warm Roast, tuning her guitar. She smiled at Duane when she saw him.
Delia was a guitarist and she usually played an acoustic. Delia’s skin was a sharp taupe; her father had been from Kenya. Her long hair was a light brown and she had both braided it and tied it back today. The girl was wearing a fairly plain top with bell sleeves and a long crinkled skirt. She scanned the audience with an easy smile and made sure her microphone was working.
Duane had joined Coral by then. The witch cradled her steaming cup for warmth and glanced up at her coven-brother. “Sistren looks good eena her outfit. Sistren be ya happy,” said Coral softly, dropping into her island accent.
“Yeah,” answered Duane. “Smiles come real easy to Delia. It’s hard to perform solo like she does – believe me I know.” He took a sip of coffee.
“Okay everybody,” began Delia, addressing the crowd. “Thanks for coming out to help us welcome spring!”
A happy murmur went through the crowd.
“This first song is one of my favorites: “Where the Wind May Blow”, by Alina Lesnik.” The twenty-something year old girl started to softly strum her guitar and broke into song a moment later. Her performance resulted in a significant ripple of applause from the assembled onlookers.
“She has a wonderful voice,” commented Coral.
“She does,” agreed Duane. “I’ve accompanied on that song. She missed a cord in the refrain.”
Coral smiled and rolled her eyes. “Musicians.” Duane smiled crookedly and took another drink of his coffee.
Delia completed two more songs for the coffee house crowd, the last one an original work and then took a short break. The reception of the small crowd to her work was good; the young woman did have some talent. She easily made her way through the crowd and several people came up to the tip jar she had left out and added a small gratuity.
She finally got to the table that Duane and Coral were at. “Hey Duane!” Delia said happily, lightly hugging her friend.
Duane hugged her back. “Well done Delia,” responded the drummer. “You sounded great.”
Delia smiled. “I don’t know about that. I think I was either missing a cord or something on ‘Where the Wind May Blow’ but people seemed to like it anyway.”
“Nonsense,” said Duane, allowing himself a little white lie.
“I thought you were great, and I don’t know anything about music at all,” interjected Coral. “Hi, I’m Coral.” She offered her hand to Delia.
“Oh Duane has a friend,” said Delia, shaking Coral’s hand.
“Oh come on now!” said Duane smiling.
“That came out wrong,” said Delia quickly. Then she paused. “You know what I mean.”
“Sure,” answered Duane.
Coral continued: “I got to know this big guy here several months ago –”
“Yeah,” interrupted Duane. “Right about the time I moved.”
“That’s right,” added Duane.
“Sure,” said Delia. “I had heard that you had moved. Jason had mentioned it. No more jam sessions at Duane’s place. You’re still playing with the guys though?”
“Oh yeah!” said Duane. “Just a change of venue is all. I quit working at JJR’s too.”
Delia sighed. “Yeah. I quit my job too except it wasn’t by choice.”
“That sucks. What happened?” asked Coral.
“It was a lay-off. So much is just goofed up now. The stock market goes up but there are no jobs and idiots start wars for no reason. Things are just messed up.”
“Yeah,” agreed Duane.
“I’m sure you noticed the tip jar,” said Delia.
Duane nodded. “Yeah I get it. Things are rough.”
“It would be nice to just focus on my music you know, but I just can’t just relax and do that,” said Delia a bit wistfully.
“The only good thing it that everything will get better,” said Coral. “It has too, right?” the witch picked up her coffee and the light of the coffee shop caught her pendant just right and the glow flashed off the stone just right.
“Yeah,” said Delia. She saw the myriad of colors flash off the pendant. “I’m sorry ... that pendant...”
“Oh this? Said Coral. “It’s a rainbow obsidian. It’s for joy, pleasure, and emotional balance. It’s really helped me.”
“You’re into crystals?” asked Delia.
“Yeah. I’m just learning but this has really helped. I keep a black tourmaline near the door of my bedroom –”
“For shielding you from negative energy,” added Delia. “That is so cool.”
“Yeah. My stones have really helped even things out for me,” said Coral.
“I believe that,” agreed Delia. “I need to connect with a moonstone.”
“Ah yes,” said Coral. “The destiny maker – moonstone will get anyone back into their groove.”
Delia smiled. “You have cool friends Duane.”
“Thanks,” said the drummer.
Delia sighed again. “I should do my last three songs huh? You guys will stick around?”
“Yeah but we have to leave right after. We are having a get together at my new place later and have to pick some things up.”
“Okay. Sure.” said Delia.
“I’ll text you later, Delia. You can bring your guitar over to my new place and we’ll play like old times,” said Duane.
Delia got up to leave. “Yeah Duane, that would be great. It was so nice to meet you, Coral.” The guitarist clutched both of Coral hands warmly.
“Same here,” responded Coral.
Shortly, Delia returned to the small stage and started playing again, a folk melody about wind chimes and time with family. “What do you think?” asked Duane of his companion.
“I like her,” answered Coral. “From what Rayven and I have discovered about gemstones and magic your friend has a basic non-magical understanding. Magic in whatever form it takes: hermetic, sexual, or whatever, filters to the general public in the form of New Age mysticism, spiritualism, or Wiccan rituals. These things all lack the power that makes real magic work but the concepts are there. If Delia joins us she will learn quickly, I’m sure of that.”
“So what’s our next move?”
“She likes you – that’s pretty obvious,” said Coral. “She’s wondering if you and I are together.”
Duane smiled.
“I can think of a real nice scenario for Delia that will really open her up to our way of thinking. It will take a few days to set up and and might require Franziska for a little setup work but she is definitely worth the attempt.”
“Excellent,” said Duane. “I’m pretty new to this type of thing so you lead and I will follow.”
Coral squeezed his hand and smiled.
“We should go if we want to get things set up for our sisters,” said Duane.
“They’re going to whine about the cold – I’m going to whine about the cold.”
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