The Girl in the Mist
Copyright© 2022 by Maracorby
Chapter 9
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Everyone at school hates Laurel. Her mother won't teach her the magic she needs to remedy that, but her new friend, the woman who comes to her in the mist, will.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Consensual Magic Demons Group Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Revenge
Tasha and Lenny followed Laurel into the back yard. Laurel was acting strangely - nervous - but had promised to tell them an important secret. The three girls sat down by a row of rose bushes while Laurel struggled to find the words for her announcement.
“Okay, see, magic is real,” Laurel finally proclaimed. “My mom has been teaching me since I was little.”
Lenny smirked, as if waiting for a punchline. Tasha’s face was emotionless. Years of experience had taught the disfigured girl not to draw any attention to her face: to do so invited involuntary looks of revulsion even from the most caring of people.
Laurel was surprised that neither of her friends said anything; this wasn’t like the rehearsals in her mind. “Let me show you. Tasha, choose a flower,” she said.
“Um, okay, that one,” Tasha said, pointing at one of the dozens of pink flowers.
“Cool, watch that one,” Laurel said. “Give me a minute.”
Laurel sat cross-legged with her hands flat on the ground in front of her. She didn’t need any gestures or incantations for this spell, she had been doing it for as long as she remembered. Her mind reached through the earth and touched the plant, coaxing her desired behavior. A minute later she opened her eyes.
“Well?” She asked of her friends, expecting astonishment.
“Well what?” Lenny responded.
“What do you mean what?” Laurel argued. “There’s like six bees on that flower. Just that flower. I did that!” Like she implied, the bees were only interested in that single bloom.
“Come on, Laur - you sprayed it with something,” Tasha said dismissively.
“You chose it!” Laurel proclaimed. Lenny rolled her eyes.
“Okay, I’ve got another demonstration,” Laurel said. “I’ll give you scientific proof.”
Laurel led the other two girls to the greenhouse, where she lit a candle and handed it to Tasha along with a ruler.
“How tall is the flame?” Laurel asked.
“Like just below an inch?” Tasha answered.
“Okay, keep watching. This is going to take a while,” Laurel instructed.
This time Laurel lay on her back on the brick floor, with her knees bent and her arms crossed over her chest. She closed her eyes and she thought about the beast from the picture in her mother’s secret sex magic book. She replayed her well-rehearsed fantasy in her mind, with a few improvised changes. He leaned over her and kissed her. He bit her neck to mark her as his own. He tore open her shirt and teased her breasts with his fingers. He spread her legs and ripped off her panties, and then he climbed on top of her and took her.
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