Forbidden Ritual
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Chapter 10: Broken Desyre
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 10: Broken Desyre - Eighteen-year-old Evangeline doesn’t believe in witchcraft until, on Halloween, she casts a spell she’s not supposed to, and suddenly sex is in the air.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Magic Light Bond Rough Spanking First Masturbation Oral Sex Halloween AI Generated
I turned to Sophia. “What time is it?”
“A little after two.”
“Oh my God! We’ve been here two hours! We need to get downstairs!”
We scrambled into our costumes, fingers fumbling with straps and zippers. I jammed the halo back on without looking in the mirror. Neither of us bothered with underwear. I left off my wings; Sophia left her cape. The red satin of her devil gown clung to her still-flushed skin, and my white chiffon felt thin and useless against the cool air. We bolted downstairs with our heels dangling from our fingers, feet slapping the wood.
The drawing room was nearly empty. My parents were ushering the last stragglers out the front door while Marcus stood guard like a silent sentinel. The moment the latch clicked behind the final guest, Mother turned, her eyes narrowing on us.
“Where have you two been?” she asked, her voice deceptively mild.
Before either of us could answer, her gaze sharpened on my face. Something in my expression, the flushed cheeks, the glassy eyes, the way my thighs kept pressing together, made her mouth tighten.
“You’ve been messing with things you don’t understand, haven’t you?”
I tried to lie. The words died on my tongue. “I ... I found the book. I cast a spell.”
Mother exhaled through her nose, long and tired. She turned to Sophia. “Go home, sweetheart. Evangeline and I need to talk.”
Sophia shot me a worried glance but obeyed, slipping out the door without another word. The moment it closed, Mother’s attention locked onto me again. Behind her, Father had gone very quiet, his eyes on the floor, as though he had known this conversation was coming for years.
“Which spell?”
My voice came out small. “The desire spell. The one that makes someone want you.”
Her eyebrow arched. “And the warning on the page?”
“I read it. I just ... I wanted Lucas. He was here. That should count, right?”
Mother’s laugh was short and sharp. “You foolish child. I gave you the key because tradition says a witch receives access to the family grimoire on her eighteenth birthday. I planned to begin your instruction after Halloween, after the veil thinned and the house was quiet. Instead you’ve unleashed something raw and unanchored.”
She turned to Marcus. “Marcus, the book.”
Marcus headed upstairs.
Heat flooded me again, worse than before. My nipples tightened painfully against the thin white fabric. Between my legs, a steady pulse throbbed. I shifted from foot to foot, thighs slick, and felt a warm bead of arousal slip down my inner thigh and drip onto the hardwood with an audible pat. Humiliation burned through me, but it only fed the fever.
Mother’s nostrils flared. She took a step back, and then another, putting the length of the hall between us. “For heaven’s sake, Evangeline. Listen carefully, because I will not be able to say this twice.
“The Desyre spell creates a connection of lust between a witch and her husband, to improve their marriage. You cast it without one, so the lust has nowhere to go. It builds in the connection and feeds back into you until you are like this.
“And the husband’s end of that connection is whipping around like a severed hose, spraying everyone near you with the same hunger. Sophia felt it. I am feeling it now.”
“Mother...”
“Which is why I will not be touching you.” Her jaw flexed, and for the first time I saw how tightly she was holding herself, a thin sheen on her skin, her knuckles white on her folded arms. “The counter-spell requires a steady hand and a clear head, and I will have neither if I am close to you. Until it is cast, the hunger will not stop, and it will not ease on its own. You need release first, again and again, so that it cannot distract either of us.”
I swallowed. My voice shook. “Mommy, I’m scared.”
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