Chapter Nine: Feast of Samhain

For the first time in a long, long time, Hallows Eve approached with a peculiar uneasiness in the air. All around the world, things went bump in the night. In an isolated part New South Wales, a man spent the month convinced a creature lurked in the shadows of his ranch, stealing away livestock to work its way up to snatching the man himself. In Munich, an old woman swore she saw a pair of figures drenched in blood dancing on a rooftop. Across South America, seven hundred and twelve men, all born on the same day, reported a visit in the middle of the night from a woman dressed in blue silk and possessed by a near vengeful desire for sexual gratification. Some denied her, causing her to instantaneously vanish. Others accepted her and, seemingly as a result, developed an extreme aversion to cats and the color yellow.

Most people noticed nothing different. They didn’t notice their urgency to get home before dark or to triple check the locks on their doors at night. The religious spent a little more time on their prayers, and the non-religious spent a little more time bathed in the light of the secular world. Both groups felt the press of something otherworldly on the edges of the shadows, and neither had much interest in examining that press too closely. Other things, non-human things, stirred for the first time in centuries. Many of them remained caged in places like the Coven house where Grimbough kept an eye on things. Others emerged from forgotten places and did horrible things. In these cases, the horrible things happened to horrible people, which is the best one can hope for when it comes to the horrid.

The winds of magic shifted and stirred with each passing day. More doors and more hallways appeared in the witches’ abode. Nea and Tabby spent their remaining time before the Feast preparing and storing magical energy. Conach worked as a congenial host for the variety of creatures they’d created over the past month. None of them gave him too much trouble, though Stacy was quite particular about the management of her ranch. Conach enjoyed the responsibility with his only complaint being that Nea and Tabby couldn’t make time to visit the various creatures with him. All of them, though, began to think of life after Samhain. Conach wouldn’t be returning to Fae. Nor would Tabby return to her life of isolation and dark studies. Instead, they would go on living together in the Coven’s house with a full eleven months before their next urgent worry about the fate of the world cropped up. At least, they hoped.

Of the three, Nea had the least trouble imagining her life going forward because she’d been imagining the same life for as long as she could remember. It terrified her more that the imagined life would soon become a reality. Idle time for magical pursuits, a pair of lovers with complete devotion not only to her, but each other, and a house filled with doors to all sorts of places to explore. Grimbough kept alluding to a lengthy list of issues he needed assistance with. In their conversations, Ineni mentioned unspeakable horrors threatening to burst upon the world in the way someone might mention potential rain on Tuesday. A heavy obligation to deal with various sorts of doom did loom over everything, but such was a witch’s life, even a nymphomantic one. Nea took the good with the bad, and she eagerly awaited the chance to lunge headfirst into her new responsibilities.

First, they needed to hold the Feast. As promised, Ineni, Edgar, and Grimbough led the charge on making arrangements. Nea did help where she was needed, but the crux of her involvement occurred on Halloween itself. Grimbough brought the Coven to a large stone arch built into the wall at the end of one of the sprawling corridors. Nea and Conach recognized many of the markings on the iron door contained within the arch as identical to the ones which had appeared on the door used to summon the fae. “A magical lock, as you can see,” Grimbough explained. “Only witches can open this one.”

Nea could see the strands of magic tied around the door and linked to the various runes. With deft hands, she touched each in sequence and watched the small lightshow as the magical bonds unraveled. Conach did the honor of actually pulling the great iron handle and letting the door swing open. A rush of cool, moist air flooded through the opening, and they stepped inside. Beyond the door was a grassy amphitheater surrounded by doors of all shapes and sizes. A few even floated in midair while others hung against the fabric of reality itself, always appearing to be facing the observer, no matter which way they approached. Most of the doors looked dormant, but a few glittered with magic.

“The sky is different,” Tabby observed, head craned toward the stars. “The stars are at the wrong angle.”

“This is Faerie,” Conach said. “Part of it, anyway. The part that merges in to other realities. Walk in any direction long enough, and you’ll wind up right back here. As worlds go, this one is both small and infinite. Unbounded, filling in all the gap between one world and the next, whichever that might be. Never made an ounce of fucking sense to me.”

Nea walked down the short hill from their door, admiring the place with wonder. The grass waved in a pleasant breeze. Every other blade of it was blue rather than green, giving it the effect of mirroring the slightly changing shades of the night sky overhead. She didn’t see a moon or any other source of light, but she could see quite well in the pale luminescence of the strange world. Beyond the amphitheater was a lake of pure silver. While either direction to her side stretched endlessly with the blue-green grass, before her, the silver ocean seemed to invite her to wade into it, walking out into an eternity of shifting, shimmering water. Nea withdrew one of her magical prisms from a pocket.

Tabby joined her at the side of the strange water. “There’s so much of it. Does it all work like the Witcheye? Could we make a dozen of them and have picture in picture?”

“No idea,” Nea answered. “I think it might be alive or sentient to some degree. Not sure taking some without permission would be wise.” Nea took hold of Tabby’s hand, closed her eyes, and whispered words of offering. As she did the small prism floated out over the lake, dropping down to skim along the surface.

The mercurial water rippled. A small arm rose out and enveloped the magical gift, drawing it down beneath the water. With a violent swirl, a massive torrent shot up into the sky before arcing out in six different directions. Like waterfalls of molten silver, the water formed into immense floating monoliths, six of them looming on the horizon. As they solidified, bright, violet light cracked through the surface of each, etching words on their faces which glowed over the gathering area.

“It’s like we’re standing in the Witcheye basin,” Conach said, voice trembling with awe.

“Try to pace out your astonishment,” Nea warned. “It’s only going to get weirder.”

From behind them, Grimbough swept into the clearing, followed closely behind by Ineni and Edgar. While the mouse woman seemed impressed, the others barely acknowledged the world around them. Grimbough stood to the side as a small army of goblins tromped through the door carrying all sorts of things — chairs, tables, boxes, crates, odd statues, altars, yard games, cauldrons, a few microwaves for some reason.

Ineni and Tabby followed some of the goblins around the massive amphitheater, directing them where to put things while also settling their strange disputes and spritzing them with magic when they got distracted with each other’s bodies. Conach stayed with Nea as she began to work through another complex spell for uniting the energies of the different monoliths. He didn’t have much to do other than offer emotional support so he watched the parade of furnishings with amusement to pass the time.

After the goblins came Edgar’s own militia of miscreant dough-balls. After the goblins set up a part of the amphitheater as a field kitchen, the dough-balls went to work stoking fires, connecting magical electric outlets (a permission granted by proxy from Edgar), and laying out supplies. Their brethren carried through platters of meats, non-sentient doughs, some pre-cooked dishes, boxes of pizza stolen from various shops, pies, cakes, whole skewered pigs, ethereal dishes, strange things which only Conach would consider eating, and dozens of other foodstuffs.

Grimbough joined the fray setting up the tables in specific areas near specific doors. He supervised the table settings specialized to creatures of all sorts. While they didn’t receive many responses, the gourd-man insisted on being prepared for any unannounced arrivals. Conach caught his ear at one point while stealing some food and asked how Grimbough could leave the house. “I haven’t, technically,” the steward explained. “This realm is currently an extension of the Coven house. Even if it wasn’t, I am perfectly permitted to go where I please, assuming the mistress gives me permission.”

Conach considered reminding Grimbough that needing permission isn’t exactly a state of blanket permitted, but they’d been getting along better lately, and Conach didn’t want to sour their progress.

The hours ticked by out in the earthly realm. The sun moved over the Coven house, but in the realm of the Feast, the ethereal light remained constant. Only the growing appetites, both for food and sex, gave any indication of the passage of time. Both appetites were stoked by the wafting smells and energy upon the air. Nea’s work charged everyone and everything with a fervent need to fuck. Perhaps more potent, though, was Edgar’s mastery of cooking filling the amphitheater with the scent of foods unimaginable. Conach swore Edgar had somehow dug into his memories and remade a dish once enjoyed on the cliffs overlooking Queen Titania’s summer cottage.

Eventually, Nea concluded her spellwork. While the majority of the creatures in the glade saw nothing different, the magically attuned could see an intricate latticework of magical energy binding the six ominous stones to each other and to a point between them. The effort left Nea tired and strained. She took the opportunity to sneak off with Conach for a quickie before the guests arrived.

With the hour approaching, Conach and Grimbough went to retrieve their wards. Some arrived of their own will. The vampires, Lucas and Priscilla, glided through the doorway with grace. The ghosts, Beverly and Thomas, arrived on a phantasmal motorcycle which caused a tittering stir among the goblins and garnered a wearied gaze from Grimbough. Conach nudged him in his stick-ribs with a comment about high spirits before they returned to the house to fetch others.

Next came the werewolves, Sasha and Micah. They arrived in human form, dressed as though attending a casual evening wedding. They were the first to truly gawk with pure astonishment at the cosmic world around them. When they managed to control their amazement, they oscillated back to horror at the various creatures around them. Nea greeted them, and Tabby spent a while explaining things. The vampire pair made decent hosts as well. Priscilla chatted with the ghosts, and Lucas empathized with the werewolves.

The smiling, squeaking foursome of latex ladies came next. Their incessant smirks and lewd touching made the others a little uncomfortable at first, but beyond that Meadow and the other girls seemed cheerful and pleasant. The slime girls helped offset the latex bunch’s strangeness. With their full body transformations, the odder creatures of the menagerie related to one another well enough. Only Ethan, the slime girls’ consort, felt wholly out of place. Of the whole lot, he was still human, albeit fairly magically enhanced. Conach greeted him warmly, having spent the past week changing Ethan’s body to be better suited to his goo girl harem’s demands.

Lastly, Stacy the Dryad was escorted into the clearing by Grimbough. The pumpkin man seemed absolutely infatuated with the transformed woman and labored extensively to make her stay with the Coven a happy one. Nea and the others didn’t know if Grimbough could love, but thought that if he could, he was madly in love with the plant woman. Since her time in the fake alien ship, Stacy had birthed the Seed, completing her transformation into a small deity of nature. Her hair was a wavy pelt of moss and grass dotted with flowers and leaves. Her skin shone like white birch, making her fulsome body exude a grandiose sexuality that only the slime girls could match at the moment. Grimbough brought her over to the table with the others, kissed her hand, and returned to his duties. Stacy managed to bond with the others over her humanity, however little remained of it. By the time the first door opened, the Coven’s menagerie was laughing, drinking, and teasing one another.

Across the clearing, a door which looked to have been torn off of a castle glowed to life and opened. From within came a tromping series of trumpeters in full plate armor. They clanked and honked and whistled as they marched in a small circle around their designated table. Other ghosts paraded through, merry and singing. The Reveler’s Court poured into the amongst the cacophony. The Reveler himself came in a palanquin drizzling a goblet of wine across his half ethereal body. Nea and the other witches approached to greet him. “Lord Reveler, thank you for coming.”

The man’s eyes fixed on Nea. “Of course, little witch. As you can see, after your little gift, I have been able to bring back the Revel. New souls have such interesting ideas. Yesterday, I recruited a young woman who died from choking herself with a belt while having her boyfriend fuck her in the ass. He died too of, well let’s say shock. As soon as we put his head back together, I’m going to make them put on a show of how they went out.” He dropped out of his seat and swept over to stand in front of Nea. “I do love the festivities. Streamers, look at that, and balloons? No more gutted cats or bundles of burnt wood as decoration. You are just what all this old frivolity needed.”

Nea offered a curtsy. “Our chef has prepared foods which your court should be able to enjoy.” She gestured to a small troop of dough-balls carrying platters over to the Reveler’s table.

“You poked old Edgar back to life, too?” the Lord Reveler said. “I must go say hello. Maybe he’ll finally let me eat a piece of him.”

Another door opened, one made of glittering wood boughs. From within came a small contingent of creatures who looked mostly human. A few had horns, some had tails of varying lengths, others had faun ears, and a few had diaphanous wings. Conach wrapped his arm in with Nea’s and approached the group from Faerie together. “Greetings,” Nea said, “from the Coven of Samhain. We’re pleased to have you with us.”

“Conach? Is this where you’ve gotten off to?” the lead fae said. The tall female’s ears twitched as she stepped forward on cloven hooves. Unlike Conach, her skin was solid blue.

“Lady Lorra,” Conach said with a nervous grin. “How wonderful to see you.”

“Is it?” the fae said with a sniff. She turned her attention to Nea. “Are you keeping his leash short? Young ones are always full of heart and spunk, but prone to mischief. No telling the amount of trouble he could get up to if you let him.” She bowed, “I am Lady Lorra of the Eastern Lakes. The Queen and King of Faerie send their warmest regards to the Coven of Samhain, as well as their congratulations on reconstitution of the order, and also their regrets for being unable to attend themselves. The demands of Faerie have required a substantial amount of their attention.”

“We’re honored,” Nea said. “Please, enjoy the festivities.”

Lady Lorra nodded, but took a moment to grab Nea’s arm. She smiled warmly, “We are happy to be here,” she said. “When the Queen announced the old Faebind had been restored, well, I was the first to volunteer for this. When I was still a maiden, I loved the Feast of Samhain. I hope we’ll find some time together before it ends. Humans are such delightful partners.”

Other doors opened, too. A few lost courts of humans arrived, perplexed by the passage of time but seemingly pleased to be out of their bubbles. A group of centaurs arrived and made a beeline to the Faerie delegation. Men dressed in monk attire introduced themselves as a delegation of Wardens. While they offered pleasant enough greetings, all the others creatures regarded them with suspicion, and they declined to participate in either food or festivity. Elsewhere, a group of humanoid creatures dressed in archaic attire with beetle black eyes didn’t so much arrive as simply appear. One introduced himself as Thaddeus, but they all seemed slightly out of phase with the world around them. They stayed near one another and promised to only observe, which Nea thought was for the best. One door cracked open with a plume of smoke and the smell of sulfur as its herald. From within came a pair of red skinned devils called Makaeth and Sindrel. They made swift introductions before gathering a small contingent of goblins for some raucous fun.

The August Coven hobbled through their door. They chatted with Nea and Tabby before going to their table. A few of the Warden group went over to talk to them, but Nea didn’t think it was an amicable conversation.

Another door slowly transformed into ceder wreathed in red and green ribbons and old Christmas lights. From within came a tall man who looked astonishingly like Santa. He introduced himself as one in the same, “Santa is more of a title,” he explained. “I’m Liam, and I’m afraid this might all be my fault.”

Elfie, the fae with him, who look like a lewdly dressed mall-elf, patted his arm, “Another time. They’re busy. We’re very happy to be here though. Ecstatic to find out another of the Faebinds is up and running.”

Liam made a rumbling laugh, “Oh yes, we should find the door between our two houses, I think. Set up some kind of diplomatic exchange or…whatever. You have to learn this stuff pretty fast as I’m sure you know.” He gave Conach a hard pat on the back, “Mrs. Claus would love you. She’s back looking after all the kids. Drew the short straw on that one.”

“Kids?” Nea asked, surprised.

Santa’s eye sparkled, “Yes. There’s a whole wide universe right in front of you, Nea. Find us after all this, and we’ll talk.” He gave her a big hug before waving to his gaggle of followers and moving off to their table.

And more still came. Some arrived while not actually occupying a physical space. They acknowledged Nea with a wave and nothing more. Many looked human in part or in whole. She thought she recognized a variety of gods who seemed pleased to see one another. Other singular visitors lurked on the edge of the event. Some of these exuded malice, and others created a chill in the air when Nea thought too much about them. She greeted them all the same.

In the sliver of reality that contained the Coven house, the moon reached its peak. Clocks started to chime. In the amphitheater a final door opened, from which a man emerged. He was old, but fit, stripped to the waist and walking with a long staff. A white head of hair merged with a chest length beard. All the other guests settled at their tables as this man strode across the clearing and stood beside the still waters of the silver lake. Nea made her way over to him, standing a bit behind him as he leaned on his staff waiting.

Another door, one hung in the air above the lake itself, opened. A dark, immense shadow poured through, rolling across the lake until it formed in front of the old man. It took the shape of a massive raven, black eyes fixed on the man in front of it. The man didn’t react except to glance over his shoulder at Nea, “So, you’re the witch responsible for all of this?” His voice sounded like mountains falling. It went to every ear around the clearing.

“I am,” she said, her voice cracking.

“You’ve done well. I confess, I am nervous to see her again after so long. The Morrigan is fickle and wild. She loves violently, one might say. Perhaps this time, she’ll peck my eyes out and swallow the world whole.” He turned to Nea and winked. “I am excited, too. Time is long and short to mortals, but it is only long to gods. Your day began with the rising of the sun and ends with the falling of the moon. My day begins with the eruption of a star and ends with the collapse of pure darkness. I have been away from my love for too long, and she is anxious for us to begin. Shall we?”

Nea nodded as Conach came to her side. She’d thought of giving a speech, but the Dagda’s words had served the purpose well enough. With a sudden flush of nerves, she moved to her position beside the lake, at the center of the latticework of magic. Conach came with her, arms wrapped around her waist. Nea closed her eyes and concentrated. The energy crackled around her as a quick jolt ran to the monoliths in the sky. They flashed as their energy released. It rushed into Nea and Conach as they focused on the door floating above the lake. The shadowy raven gave a massive screech, lowered its beak over the Dagda, and they both vanished as the sky filled with light.

The attendees all turned their gaze up to the heavens, watching something none of them could quite discern. In one moment, they saw a man, firm bodied and spirited. In another, they saw a woman, matronly and demure. In another, they saw rolling rivers and shifting mountains. In still another, a raven haired goddess of fecundity shaking the whole of existence with her ecstasy. These images and moments flashed like cracks of thunder. Below them, the mortal and semi-mortal creatures feasted. They sang and danced and celebrated with a fervor they did not fully understand, possessed by an unseen force which drove them to highs of joy they would otherwise not experience.

Yet, this was the preamble, the foreplay. Nea and Conach remained in their spot, enveloped by a cocoon of magic. They floated a few feet off the ground as a few others watched them. Ineni and Tabby held hands. Berenike the Coven House armorer and minotaur, rested his hands on Ineni’s shoulders. Edgar cast a few glances toward the two at the center of it all as he supervised his kitchen. Grimbough stood resolutely by the door back to Coven House, occasionally glancing at Nea and Conach while devoting his other free moments to Stacy.

The food was eaten, the songs were sung, and the moment drew out longer and longer. Finally, the earth trembled as shadow-ravens flew overhead. All eyes went to the pair suspended above the lake. Nea’s eyes opened as the sky flashed bright to show the Morrigan in all her terror and glory, deep in the throes of pleasure, signified by a resounding CRACK.

Energy pulsed out from Nea and Conach, hitting every mortal in the amphitheater. For a moment, everything was still. Then, Nea turned to Conach in mid-air, smiled and speared herself on his cock.

CRACK

Need unlike anything she’d ever experienced hit Tabby. She could feel the trembling pleasure of a god and needed to help bring her to completion. With a flick of her hand, she whisked off her clothes and set her eyes on the closest target, the Lady Lorra.

The blue fae’s body shivered as the same sensation washed over her. She clawed at her fine clothes, ripping seams and tearing buttons, to be naked and ready for conquest. She swept aside the empty plates and platters, sending them cascading onto the grass. Leaping onto the table, she spread her legs wide as Tabby wedged herself between them.

The engorged head of Tabby’s clit-cock pushed into the hot canal of the fae lady. Both groaned as heat spread throughout their bodies. Lorra’s mouth sought out Tabby’s nipples, running her tongue in erratic circles around the sensitive buds. Tabby pulled her away as she pushed deeper into the stranger’s pussy, drawing the fae into a deep kiss. When she broke the kiss, she hissed at the fae around them, “More.”

The otherworldly creatures obeyed. One slid underneath the rutting pair, using a deft tongue to lick both Tabby’s cock and Lorra’s pussy. Another positioned himself behind Tabby, shoving his cock in her ass with little preparation. Tabby groaned in appreciation, thrusting harder, if more awkwardly into Lorra.

For her part, Lorra pleasured anyone she could, searching out flesh for her mouth and hands. Two of her handmaidens took advantage of their mistress’s fingers. The ancient fae pushed into the wet folds eagerly, watching the nubile young fae bounce up and down while stroking their breasts. Eventually a cock found its way to Lorra’s mouth for a while before its owner stole away one of the maidens.

The feeling of urgency didn’t diminish, but grew with each stroke, suck, and fondle. As the fae came in her ass, Tabby pushed deep into Lorra and emptied her girl cum into the hungry pussy. She didn’t soften, and the dick in her ass seemed to get bigger. The mass of limbs and sex rolled into a new position and began again.

CRACK

Ineni hadn’t felt true lust in a thousand years. When it hit her, she didn’t understand it. Her breasts ached, her ass tingled, and her pussy grew wet. Weak in the knees, she sensed rather than saw the same sort of changes affect Berenike.

The minotaur’s eyes dilated to a point of pure black, but he still wore the charming grin with which he stomped around the Coven house. He pulled aside his small loin cloth to reveal something which was a widely known secret. His bullish cock was fourteen inches from root to tip and as wide around as Ineni’s forearm. Even if she wasn’t half his size in height, it would have been enough to demolish her.

Luckily, the little magic Ineni retained was in the realm of body manipulation. Working quickly, she harnessed the deluge of magic in the air to make a few modifications to herself. With her clothes vanished away, her breasts swelled to a size big enough to overfill Berenike’s hands while the rest of her magically changed to accept his dick.

The bullman lifted her up with one hand, bringing her forehead to his. They nuzzled together as his other hand went to her breasts, fondling her furred nipples while she pressed her thighs against his massive chest. He grunted, spinning her around in his palm before dropping her on the top of a table ass up and tail pulled aside. Ineni stretched her hands across to the other side for a solid grip as the bull positioned himself at her entrance. He did pause long enough for her to nod at him with a chitter before plunging half his length into her body.

Even with the magical accommodations, Ineni’s stomach bulged. Her mouth hung open as her eyes rolled with pleasure. She let out a squeak of protest as Berenike withdrew, and she squealed with joy as he shoved himself fully inside. Ineni rolled her head to the side looking at the enormous balls between her legs and almost giggling with delight to know her pussy was wrapped tightly around the biggest cock she’d ever taken.

Berenike grinned, lifting her up from the table with his cock alone, He held her in place with his hands for a moment as she marveled at the idea of being so casually used as not much more than a sex toy. Carefully, he spun her around while keeping her impaled on his length. Her body shook and jerked with pleasure while the minotaur kept a low grunting moan rolling in his chest. Once she was on her back, he lowered her back down to the table, and let his body sink on top of her.

Ineni smelled the minotaur’s deep musk, nipping at his chest with her protruded incisors. She couldn’t get her arms any further than the breadth of his chest. All the same, she glued herself to him in a desperate attempt to somehow get closer. He rested his weight on his elbows to prevent crushing her while she held herself in place with a steel grip of her thighs against his. He fucked her slowly, pushing into her core with each thrust and building an erratic, needful speed. She urged him on with chitters and squeaks, loving every second of it. Sooner than she expected, she felt the familiar jerk and break in his rhythm. His black eyes looked down at her, and she smiled in anticipation. He came, flooding her insides with hot cum until it gushed out around his cock. Ineni’s entire body convulsed around his spraying cock, leaving her an incoherent trembling mess.

Berenike pulled away from her gently. Though it took a few seconds of drifting on the waves of cosmic pleasure flooding the amphitheater, Ineni returned, drenched from the waist down in cum, but eager for more. She directed Berenike to lie down before she straddled his thigh, wrapped her arms around his dick to pull it between her tits, and jumped up and down, happily watching his massive cock get hard in her grasp.

CRACK

Nea was somewhere above it all. Her mind flickered in and out of the moment. Conach was with her, inside her, around her. She moaned, and he moaned back. Above them, gods in the madness of pleasure. Below them, the madness transformed into pleasure.

CRACK

Micah’s transforming hand crashed into the table. Thick, black hairs sprouted from his chest and face as his snout grew. Nearby, Sasha’s breasts bulged forward as her tail sprouted out her backside. She let out a howl as her bones snapped and reshaped into the hulking form of a werewolf.

The vampires undressed with vague nervousness at their new friends’ brutal transformations. Priscilla knew enough about the Samhain rituals to know what was to expect from the evening and, as such, negotiated terms of their involvement with the others. While Lucas worried Sasha might rip him apart, Priscilla focused on the promise of tasting fresh werewolf blood. She put aside her dress and went to stand beside her mate. Their pallid white bodies reflected the ambient light around them, giving them a bizarre glow. Priscilla gently pulled Lucas’s mouth to a kiss as her hand went to his engorged cock, stroking him idly while they watched the werewolves change.

The ghostly pair watched as well, eager for their own part in the fray. While they didn’t get permission to possess anyone directly, they were free to enter the bodies of either the vampires or werewolves to experience their pleasure alongside them. Beverly already had Sasha picked out, wanting to feel the power of a female body rippled with muscle and supercharged with lust. Thomas, on the other hand, wanted to experience the way a vampire tasted blood, and fucking a werewolf pussy probably would be an interesting experience as well.

Micah’s cock surged forward, oozing precum as he fixed his eyes on Priscilla. He snarled, leaping over the table and pinning her to the wet ground. She bared her fangs at him in a long hiss as the fat head of his dick pushed against her wet folds. With no hesitation, he sheathed himself inside her with a happy bark. She ran her tongue across her fangs for a moment until his growl noted some assent. She wrapped her arms around the furred body and sank her teeth into his shoulder. The blood gushed into her mouth as his tail wagged and his cock pulsed inside of her.

Meanwhile, Lucas laid down on the grass, hearing the strange echoing thoughts of another man inside his mind. Squatting on his cock with her powerful, hairy thighs on either side of his luminescent, pale body, Sasha’s head lolled back with a few drops of drool oozing from her jowls. Her nose twitched as she offered the vampire her arm. Though buried inside her to the root as she rocked her hips and squeezed his length with her internal muscles, the massive claws on her hands gave Lucas a short pause. But, the thunder of fresh, hot blood pumping faster and faster in her veins drew him in. He turned her wrist to his mouth and sunk his fangs into her veins.

Inside either body, the ghosts reveled in the feelings of pleasure. They rode the waves alongside their hosts, laughing and urging them on with the faint whispers of “fuck me harder”.

CRACK

A long, prehensile root emerged from Stacy’s pussy. It drove down into the ground and corrupted the grass itself. The plants twisted into new cocks rising out of the earth and spearing into the pussies of the latex monstrosities around her. Stacy reveled in the feeling of being inside the warm, tight cunts of four women at once. Ethan joined her, stuffing his magically enhanced dick in her plump ass while massaging her tits and watching the spectacle.

The slime girls took care of the phallic parts of the latex women. Emma and Kate offered their mouths to Candice and Olivia, respectively. Their slime hands added clitoral stimulation to the mix alongside the plant cocks pushing in and out of the transformed women. Cindy hovered in mid air between Meadow and Lyla, wrapped around both their dicks and absorbing as much of the black, rubbery cum as she could.

When Stacy could concentrate, she created more vines from the grass, fucking any orifice the slime girls could create. The bizarre scene was horrifying and insanely arousing to Ethan. He worried he might have gone insane as his balls emptied into the dryad’s ass.

CRACK

Dozens of goblins rolled in the grass in various states of copulation. The demon lord and lady had conquered a centaur between them. The elegant creature moaned with confusion as its demonic partners fucked and sucked as they pleased. The ghostly revel jumped into and out of who they could while putting on their own heinous couplings. The Lord Reveler took an opportunity to commandeer a variety of dough-balls, giving him enough physical form to cajole one of the fae maidens to lay with him. Liam and Elfie rolled in a passionate embrace while watching the head table’s debauchery. The whole of the glade was a writhing, thrusting, grunting, and moaning mass of sex. Cum sprayed across tits and asses. Milk gushed from some breasts. Some creatures bit and some clawed. A few choked, and a few whipped. Partners came and went as they all pursued a true completion which remained agonizingly out of reach.

Around this arena, the silent ones watched, bulwarked against the lust spell. Still, some of those nursed embers of a long suffocated flame while others worried their protections would fail. The gods cavorted in their own ways, happy to once again be party to a feast and celebration. And the creeping things observed with their cold malice, like watching the internal gears of a clock long stopped finally begin to tick once again.

CRACK

Nea squeezed Conach’s biceps. She was with him again, pressed fully against his body, returned to the moment from another time and place. His tail curled against her leg while his hands pulled at her ass. Her eyes fluttered open to stare back at his. He smiled, waking from the same dream. They kissed, tongues battling as his cock throbbed inside her. Nea flexed her hips, pulling him against her, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against her. The wetness of her sex ran down over his balls as they floated above the raucous orgy down below. As he gently moved in and out of her, she leaned close to his ear and whispered in a hot breath, “Faster, make me cum.”

Conach built speed, moving impossibly against a non-existent friction. The walls of his mistress’s pussy squeezed tight, unhappy to relinquish even an inch of him, yet still eager to experience the void and return of his mating. They kissed again, hard. He moaned into her mouth, feeling the pressure rising in his body. With each thrust, she let him in deeper and refused to let him out. She whispered again and again, encouraging him to cum, to fill her up with his seed, to mate her, to breed her, to fuck her silly. Every provocative thing she could think to say, sometimes in languages she didn’t know, flowed out of her and into his mind. She consumed him, and he devoured her, scent and touch and taste. Conach clenched his jaw, pushed hard and deep inside her, and erupted.

Her body contracted, every muscle going tense and every thought coming to a singular point. Nea was aware of each person and creature below her being held at the brink of orgasm. Yes. It hit her, rising out of her in a scream as her body fell into a tsunami of pure ecstasy. She wrapped painfully tight around her fae, keeping him deep inside her as his balls emptied. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to comprehend what she felt to little avail. She could feel the world beneath her writhing with orgasmic joy alongside her. She could sense the gods above them rocked in their own type of pleasure. But most of all, she felt Conach, loving her purely and perfectly with absolutely no restraint. It was a thing she understood only for an infinitesimal moment before it slipped away, but she it was long enough to understand the depth of their bond.

Quaking with joy, the world faded to black.

When Nea and Conach recovered, most of the dignitaries had already left. Tabby and Grimbough saw them off with all the proper etiquette. The Dagda hadn’t. He sat beside the silver lake watching over the sleeping pair. Nea roused herself and instinctively covered her breasts for a moment before snapping her fingers to return her clothes. Conach’s came back as well causing him to jolt up and look around confused.

“You did well,” the Dagda said. He sat cross legged on the ground, leaning against his staff upon which a raven perched cocking its head every which way. “My missus sends her regards. She wishes she could be here personally, but the Morrigan isn’t good company for most mortals. Beautiful and terrible, terrible and beautiful.” With considerable effort he stood, “It’ll get more difficult, of course. Next year, the seals will be back on her door. You’ll have to work them out again. More mortals will want to participate in the Feast which makes the spell all that more troublesome.” He spun his staff around quickly as the raven vanished into a plume of shadow. The top part almost touched the ground, but he snatched it back up with a laugh. “The world keeps on going.” The Dagda laughed, winked at them, and was gone.

—

“What happens to us now?” Micah asked. Though still in his wolf form, his fur covered the more salacious parts of him. His mate stood nearby, arms folded across her breasts. The others sat at the table watching as Nea bounced on her heels with Conach and Tabby on either side of her.

“We can reverse the spells,” the witch said. “You’ll all go back to your normal lives. Well, most of you anyway. Lucas, you’re actually dead. We could release you from the undeath though, I suppose.”

“No, no,” the vampire said, quickly. He held Priscilla’s hand, an unusual vivacity about the both of them. “I quite like it for now. Certainly more than the alternative. No offense.”

The ethereal forms beside him shrugged. “None taken,” Beverly said. “We much prefer flesh and blood.”

“If we don’t reverse it?” Stacy asked. “What happens to us?”

“We have places for each of you at the Coven house. Rooms which lead to small homes of a sort.” Tabby looked at Grimbough.

The gourd-man snapped to attention, “Ah, yes. We can prepare chambers for you to remain part of the household, or simply allot you a section of it. You would be free to come and go as you please. Otherwise, we can provide for you in terms of finances.”

“Or,” Nea said, “You can go back to your lives as you are, in some cases. Micah and Sasha, for example. With some planning, you can still live normal lives. Others among you, Emma or Lyla for example, would have trouble existing in the human world. The choice is up to you.”

“I’ll stay,” Stacy said, “assuming I can get back to my ranch from time to time.”

“Actually, we’d like a more involved role with the Coven as well,” Priscilla said. “Earn our keep instead of being chattel, if you will let us.”

The rest broke off into discussions about their fates. The seven heavily transformed all opted for the reversal of their transformations. The goo and latex girls returned to human, though Nea and Tabby worked out a few enhancements to leave them with as gifts. Ethan asked to stay with Stacy. The witches agreed, despite Grimbough’s brooding. The werewolves wanted a private life, but not to return to normal. And, with Tabby’s heavy conditions, Nea agreed to let the vampires become part of the Coven house proper.

As a troop, the ritual participants returned through the door to Coven house. Edgar and Grimbough oversaw the deconstruction of the festivity tables and equipment, slowly returning the glade to its natural state. Eventually, only Liam and Elfie remained, wishing to speak with the Coven before they returned home. They chatted politely and made arrangements to meet up again before the busy season for the Winter Solstice. “We’ve got it all planned out this year. Krampus and the other satyrs and all the children. None of them are old enough to know anything, yet, but gifts for everyone, of course. And time for the adults, naturally. I want to compare notes. I’m almost certain there’s a door between our two houses.” They talked for a while more with a strange amount of hugging between strangers before Elfie pulled her Faebound partner back through their door.

—

“Well, we saved the world,” Conach said, pouring a glass of champagne. His tail flicked idly from side to side. He brought the tray over to the bed, handing glasses to each of the witches. “To Samhain.” They clinked.

Tabby sighed, content, lying back and lightly running her hand across her naked breast. “So, what will we do tomorrow?”

Nea, snuggled beside her and drawing Conach to them. “Wake up, fuck, eat, fuck again, and then see the world, I guess. After that, start preparing for next year. I have some new ideas on the rituals.”

“Ooh, creature from the black lagoon,” Tabby suggested.

Conach smirked, “Do you know about Arachnae? If we could find one that curbs its appetite, that would work for consumption, I think.”

“There’s plenty of other predatory were-beasts, too,” Tabby said. “In fact, I think I can craft the spell to anything. We could have were-porcupines for the hunt.”

Nea scrambled out of bed, “Shit, hold on let me get something to write with.”

—

The end.