Ruby stood dumbfounded, unable to speak, to defend, or to deny.

  What should she speak, anyway? Her lies will fail against her aunt’s perceptive acuity. But admitting it may prove worse. Confessing will invoke questions and topics that Ruby can’t engage. Mom wasn’t in the picture while growing up. Aunt Tasha served her role where Mom failed. Lying to her is easy, but living with the guilty consciousness was difficult.

  “It’s a pretty name. It’s a wonderful name, in fact,” said Aunt Tasha. “Sorry for being nosy. A lot of young women these days just change their name to fit with the crowd. So is Ruby short of Rubina? Rubel? Rubaiyat? or Serubina? Because they are all beautiful names for bright young girls.”

  “No... Just Ruby.”

  “Just Ruby?... Nothing else?”

  A small silence stretched and Ruby realised the expectation to provide further; her family name. Neither Gand nor Spenard will work before Aunt Tasha. “Just Ruby, nothing else. Please.”

  Aunt Tasha gently kissed her forehead. “You are special. I can sense it. Now, are you nervous, Ruby?”

  Ruby didn’t trust herself. Her voice trembled. “Yes.”

  “I can understand. This may seem sudden. You may ask yourself, ‘Why am I standing half naked with someone I don’t know.’”

  Ruby’s smile stretched wider, matching her aunt’s humour, until her smile became genuine, not forced.

  “Are you ticklish?” asked Aunt Tasha.

  Though her voice remained warm, it also conveyed her resolution. Yet, her touch remained soft, her caress lingered. Ruby didn’t realise when her hands moved lower along her waist. Or when she liberated her of all clothing, leaving her in bra and panties.

  “No, I... uh...” Ruby didn’t find any excuse.

  “Because I sense you stiffen at my touch.” Aunt Tasha took the dress and the corset. Her fingers ran along imaginary creases as though straightening them. “This is a fine fabric. Raisa has chosen well and one with a history. A fitted gown has to be worn with a corset beneath. A girl wearing it needs grace. The blue is very complementary to that which awaits your beckoning, simple in appearance and profound in meaning, like the distant horizon where the sky and the ocean kiss.”

  “Uh... Thanks Mrs. Enders.” Kind of weird to call her like that because she was actually Mrs. Enders, but to Ruby, she had been more. She became a part of the family, even when the bond of blood was non-existent.

  “Mrs. Enders?” Aunt Tasha let the comment linger for a moment longer than necessary. “I take it that, you guessed my identity from the earlier conversation with Raisa.”

  Ruby nodded. Not one to let a chance — one that Aunt Tasha miraculously tossed in her way — pass. No. That would be sheer stupidity.

  Aunt Tasha held the corset to her naked skin and added, “Hmm... This would require a chemise. Hold it like this Ruby.” She rummaged through the wardrobe. “It would be so unlike Raisa to leave it unprepared.”

  “Why do I need a chemise?”

  “Because you are wearing a wire bra. The corset would chaff against your skin.” She continued selecting and ignoring the fine fabric, deeming them not suitable for Ruby. “The purpose of the corset became inverted, like many things over the ages. The first corsets were a practicality to support the heavy ball gowns of that time. Can you imagine moving without an accident in a heavy dress?”

  “You talk as though you have personal experience.” After a pause, noting the familiar tone she took, Ruby added, “Mrs. Enders.”

  When Tasha turned to look in her direction, she gave Ruby a smile she had never given before.

  “No. Simply someone with an active interest in how various people lived.” She returned to her task. “Anyway, as I was saying, that requirement of a corset got adapted to provide young women a form and to teach them graceful motion in the ter period. Though you already move with such qualities, like you were born to be this way.”

  “So it was only during the present times, it became a symbol of erotic posters?”

  Even though her aunt didn’t look back at Ruby, the ughter she gave, like tiny wind chimes teased by a summer breeze, was familiar. “The goth subculture and participants at renaissance festivals still wear it.”

  Easy to picture Aunt Tasha in a renaissance festival, perhaps haggling healing stones or selling herbal infusions, but a goth festival seemed far-fetched. Ruby simply could not imagine Aunt Tasha in a bck lipstick with darker eyeliners and ptform shoes.

  After much deliberations, Aunt Tasha found an innerwear to her satisfaction. Ruby stopped trying to read any meaning in her action. Aunt Tasha passed her a chaste white chemise, long enough to fall caressing over her butt.

  “Now where were we? Ah yes, the topic of corset.” She helped Ruby slip the chemise over. “Originally, the corsets were meant to be worn over the ball gowns for support. Now they y hidden by gowns. Just like aspects.”

  The st sentence knocked the breath out of Ruby, just in time for her to tighten the knots of the corset. The constriction around her waist and the pressure on her lungs almost made Ruby lose her bance. Except Aunt Tasha’s hands were there where she needed.

  There was strength, subtle and concealed strength, manifested only upon need, in her gesture. Aunt Tasha had always been soft, delicate, like the sort that even elderly gentlemen would offer their seats on public transport. That power was new. Or it has always been there; only Ruby never noticed.

  “You know, I am aspected?”

  “Yes, I know.” Aunt Tasha went back to the wardrobe, gathering a few trinkets. “Just like how I know you have trouble reaching out to your Aspect.”

  The ball gown next covered Ruby. Aunt Tasha tied them deftly, working slowly, unhurried. Her hands seemed fascinated with beautifying Ruby, almost akin to the dance will Raisa meant as much to Aunt Tasha as it was to her.

  “That’s why I came offering my services.” Her aunt continued with adjusting the shoulder straps, making certain that her bras straps sat hidden behind. “It’s an investment to be on your good side.”

  Despite her words, Ruby could swear her offer, her presence, was altruistic. She refused to believe otherwise. Now that Aunt Tasha presented her with a pusibility, Ruby wanted to ask more about her Aspect, and more importantly, about Mom. She had never witnessed Aunt Tasha defend Mom. For all purposes, the enmity between them was immutable, but not anymore. Not if the previous conversation with Raisa was anything to go by.

  Further conversations were cut by a polite knock on the door. Not the kind that requested permission, but the sort that announced an arrival. A younger witch slowly stepped in. Contrary to the nature of the knock, her approach came with hesitant shadows shackling her steps.

  “I came to see if I can help with the dress for the dance.” Her voice was small, but damn, she had an accent. French, maybe? Flemish probably?

  A pause, the kind that one pced while waiting for an invitation, came from the girl. Her eyes, wide and imploring of someone who has been admiring from a distance, darted like trapped rabbits between Ruby and Tasha. That was an open expression that Ruby could read well. They mirrored an emotion she was all too familiar from her own past.

  The girl waited, tracing patterns on the carpet with her foot for a moment too long. The most expected invitation to remain came from neither. When the girl bobbled her head, her brown curls, almost a pearl white along the shades, danced on her shoulders. Her eyes, a shade of verdant green of life, slowly turned a nguid grey and Ruby really wanted to ask her to stay. She would have, if the conversation with Aunt Tasha was not like treading on thin eggshells. Ruby needed that private moment.

  “I guess you already have all the help, so I leave you.” The girl made an attempt to leave, but turned back at the st step before the threshold. She gave a small apologetic nod to Ruby and added, “Miss. Spenard.”

  And then she left.

  Fucking bitch! Even if her accent was somewhat adorable, and she was endearing, she just bsted a carefully tiled-up lie and exposed Ruby to everything she wished not to face.

  Maybe she could pass herself as Reuben’s twin sister, who Mom took with her. Which would work, if Aunt Tasha was extremely dense, like brick for brains dense, which she wasn’t.

  “Spenard, is it?” Aunt’s voice cracked, den heavy.

  Ruby’s mask dropped completely. She kept her head low, for facing her gaze meant wrestling with the blue of her eyes and the truth they demanded from her. The relief came again in the form of the most unexpected. Rhea barged into the room.

  “Great.” Rhea cpped her hands in an exaggerated enthusiasm. “Raisa just announced the dance. The whole floor is waiting for you. Or is preparing stuff, and she asked me to prepare you, but seeing you already had help made it a lot easier.” Rhea crossed the distance with quick strides. “Gd you took her under your wing. Are you pying mother hen to her, Tasha?”

  “She is a well-behaved girl.” The small tug of Aunt Tasha was subtly possessive that Ruby could not ignore.

  Rhea carried a different sort of professionalism, for her face revealed nothing. She immediately set about the task of collecting a few jewels from a nearby dressing table. “Ruby, just a word of advice. Make sure you thank Tasha properly. In ancient days, children touched by her people were considered blessed.”

  “I am sure she doesn’t need my intervention.” The suppressed hardness in Tasha’s voice did not go unheard. Or uninterpreted. “I hope you don’t mind my presence, Rhea.”

  “Even if you are not one of us, your presence always enriches our events, Tash...”

  Further words were cut by Aunt Tasha’s clearing of throat. “Ruby, sit over there.” She motioned to a chair before the dressing table. “Lets get her hair done. Not enough time, Rhea.”

  “We should split. Let me grab some make-up stuff. Can I leave the hair braiding to you, Tasha?” The way both fussed over Ruby came out pampered, almost a little princess being prepared for a grand ball, and it felt amazing. “I saw Agathe leaving. Let me call her to assist. Three hands working on her are better.”

  Rhea soon returned with a very eager Agathe, the same girl from before.

  Agathe knelt before Ruby and took a box with glittering jewels residing inside from Rhea. “Salut Ruby. Can I call you that? I am Agathe. Like Agate but with ‘h’.” She continued picking through the jewels. She held one delicate chain before Ruby. “This bracelet for ankle pretty, non?”

  Her cute accent became more and more endearing. Her coyness only consolidated her cuteness more.

  Agathe took Ruby’s foot in her palms and fastened the first anklet. When she raised her face to meet, Ruby could swear her eyes changed colour depending on the angle of the light. It almost made Ruby search her face with an intensity. They were now a light blue.

  While Aunt Tasha set about collecting hair grooming set from the room, and Rhea occupied collecting make-up items, a comfortable silence settled between Ruby and Agathe. This silence didn’t cause awkwardness, instead, it became an invitation. Agathe was probably the same age as Ruby. No, Ruby would bet that Agathe was perhaps a year or two younger. She came with all the shyness and eagerness of her age.

  Thing easily fell in pce with the older witches. They look the lead and all Ruby had was to follow. Mom, Or, Kelly, Raisa, now Aunt Tasha and Rhea; it seemed like the list continued growing. But with Agathe, she navigated an uncharted territory where her new companion seemed to follow her.

  Agathe moved behind Ruby, brushing her to pass a small pendant neckce around. Just when Agathe lowered her head, her lips near to Ruby’s ear lobes, she whispered, “I waited to talk with you like this, Ruby.”

  “What?”

  “Oui, c’est vrai. You don’t know how... What is the word? Appreciable? Adorable? Non. Enchanting. Yes. Enchanting you are. I heard about you and watched you when you came. You are brave.”

  “You heard about me?” It shouldn’t come as a surprise, but still Ruby barely managed to conceal. Agathe did give her away as Miss. Spenard.

  “From a friend. Sage. I buy where she works, so we sometimes talk. Intimate things. You were good when you consoled Sage, even stood for her. Not many will challenge Morgane for a stranger, especially when she was not a very good friend to you.”

  “You do know Morgane is my mother, right?”

  “It is more difficult to stand against you own mother. Very brave.”

  “Is that what Sage told you?”

  “I do not admire you because Sage told me about you.” Agathe now pyed with the hook on Ruby’s earring. She was actually passing and dangling the hook through her earring holes. A subtle but very effective way to py with Ruby’s lobes. “I saw it myself. Even when the other witches did not accept you, you were audacious and persistent. Very, very admirable. I was watching you. Always.”

  “Why did you not talk to me, then?”

  “I even stood still next to you and hoped you will talk to me first.” Agathe whispered, close to Ruby’s ears in a manner that Ruby hoped was born of just a simple crush. “But you, mademoiselle Spenard, didn’t notice my attention.”

  The way Agathe pronounced Ruby’s surname; she stressed her words while drawing them. Her accent failed to hide her fascination. Her words sent tiny goosebumps crawling all over her skin.

  “I didn’t notice, then. But I notice you, now.” Ruby wondered if she was doing it right.

  When Agathe looked directly, meeting her gaze, her greenish-blue irides reflected her earnest curiosity. Her eyes, framed inside her pale, heart-shaped visage, framed further behind tresses that changed from brown to pearl blonde shadings, falling over her shoulders. In fact, everything about Agathe seemed to change the more Ruby considered.

  Agathe slipped a ring, a small ptinum metal with sparkling diamonds surrounding a bigger one, on Ruby’s ring finger. Then another followed. Soon, Ruby sported two rings and a bracelet on one arm.

  “You have pretty fingers, very long and graceful,” said Agathe. Two more rings now adorned Ruby’s other hand. Agathe lowered herself before Ruby, seemingly adjusting the hem of her long gown and the chemise below. “I am really sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never just... reached out and touched an estic band before.”

  “But you aren’t...”

  Agathe gently lifted the hem of her gown and touched the estic line of her panties.

  Ruby short-circuited.

  Agathe drew a long sniff. Ruby could feel the heat from her face in pces she would rather not focus. She raised her head and stared directly at Ruby. The alternating shade of light made one eye blue and another eye green. Agathe’s eyes made it impossible for Ruby to remove her gaze. And her strength made it impossible to close her thighs.

  “In French, we say ‘bon appétit.’ Le petit déjeuner.”

  Ruby arched her hips, leaning forward, stifling her moans. She didn’t want to think about ‘Le petit déjeuner’. Nor does she care. Any moment, the girl will go ‘bon appétit’ on her now.

  “Mademoiselle Spenard, doesn’t like it?” Agathe gave her sad puppy pout. “A good breakfast will give lots of energy. Ruby doesn’t enjoy Le petit déjeuner, non? “

  Whatever nguage - French definitely -- Agathe kept speaking, it sounded cute. And hot. Her tongue worked faster than ever, driving Ruby crazy.

  “W-What’s L-ah! ... P-petite deejay...?”

  Agathe’s ughter sounded sweet. Her words came between her ughs. “Not petite deejay. Le petit déjeuner. That means, ‘breakfast.’” Her lips locked and released between each words, deliberately.

  “Oi, you,” snapped Rhea from behind. Somehow, she had an old magazine rolled in her hand and smacked Agathe with it. That one made the girl fall directly on Ruby’s bits. “I brought you to help her get ready fast. Not dey her. Off you go.”

  Agathe was unceremoniously tossed out. Rhea smmed the door shut. It was followed by a heavy sigh from Aunt Tasha.

  Rhea did not have Mom’s attention when she applied her make-up. But her experienced fingers hinted her expertise. She worked with precision, with speed, and her movement so fluid that Ruby could barely accuse her of anything ill.

  If Rhea’s hands seemed eager, filled with purpose, Aunt Tasha’s worked with measured bance. Speed and nguidness in each weave of her fingers through her hair.

  Ruby sensed Aunt Tasha’s smile hidden behind her hair. “You have such beautiful hair. Someone took great care of it. So natural and with only a minimal tinge of magic.”

  Thought jumped back to Mom, and the way she rinsed and washed her hair.

  “Now pout your lips,” Rhea ordered. She went with a pigeon blood pink instead of a bright red. “Hmm... You can kiss your reflection if you feel like it, because you are adorable now.”

  Aunt Tasha patted her shoulder one st time, signalling her finish. When Ruby stood up, the single long coil danced down, slithering over the small of her back to kiss that expanse where her waist began. It seemed with Aunt Tasha’s careful hands, her hair even gained growth.

  “M-My hair looks longer.” Ruby stammered.

  “A bit of secret magic... think of it like something passed through my family,” answered Aunt Tasha.

  Ruby wondered for a brief moment about the secrets that Aunt Tasha harboured when Rhea tugged her towards the door. Her hands lingered on her waist, guiding her gently. Aunt Tasha was always behind.

  With every step in the direction of the dance floor, the anticipation mounted. The dance with Raisa occupied her mind. The music, a soft violin and piano, grew louder, calling her. Chandeliers hung with crystal droplets shimmering twinkled and winked, giving a strangely dreamy alternating perspective of light. Soft carpets cushioned her steps, and a pressure Ruby felt deep down continued to grow. It moved lower and lower, till she felt the urge.

  Damn it, corset and the constriction on weird pces.

  “I need to use the loo,” Ruby whimpered as she bit on her lower lip.

  “Really, Ruby?” Rhea sighed. “Getting you ready is like taking care of a baby. Do you know how to use the toilet in a corset and ball gown?”

  “Of course she doesn’t,” snapped Aunt Tasha. “She is new to this.” She shot Rhea a gnce, a knowing look, one that Ruby failed to grasp.

  Ruby found herself gently ushered to one corner. Rhea turned and made a silent beckoning to Agathe, who never lingered far behind. The whole subterfuge-filled gestures were almost akin to being herded to a nefarious activity. When Aunt Tasha moved behind to cover Ruby from the eyes of anyone who might casually pass by, Ruby struggled with rationalisation.

  While Agathe squatted before Ruby, Rhea collected the flowing fabric of her gown.

  “Now get ready.” Rhea commanded while Aunt Tasha gently collected the gathered fabric from Rhea’s hands, leaving her to fiddle with the hem of her inner chemise.

  Ruby shouldn’t care. Her bdder threatened. But she couldn’t ignore Aunt Tasha’s gentle caresses along her waist, complimented by a simir gesture of Rhea’s against her butt.

  Agathe, her eyes with varying shades of mischief, looked up to Ruby. Her lips parted wide. Those were a perfect match to the way she slightly parted Ruby’s legs. And her hands fiddled, rising to her panties, while Rhea held her chemise higher, exposing her more.

  Ruby’s cheeks reddened. Every part of her body burned. Despite her growing urgency, she could only gape silently while Aunt Tasha touched her. “Don’t think too much about. Just consider it like doing it in the nature.” Her fingers ran over the shoulders in a soothing motion.

  “But... I’m...” Now her knees locked. Whatever came next died inside her throat. With her bdder bursting, her brain focussed on one singur task. Forming words wasn’t a priority.

  Agathe took her time. Slowly, her hands cupped Ruby’s butt, kneading her cheeks. She took a deep sniff. “Ready. Now I will remove them.”

  Rhea even passed a hand around Ruby’s thigh, lifting it up in encouragement. “Quick, do it fast.” She commanded Agathe.

  “Bien s?r. If mademoiselle willing...” The rest of her word fells as she buried her nose in the slit of Ruby. Only the thin fabric of panties remained between them as she drew another deep inhale.

  “Now stop with that accent and get working.” Rhea was demanding.

  Only Aunt Tasha’s silencing hiss prevented her from going further. “It is a natural bodily response. Just let it go, Ruby. Don’t associate any further meanings to it. If it helps, close your eyes and image you are in your home.”

  A task easy for Aunt Tasha to suggest, if it weren’t for the way closing her eyes made her aware of both the older women’s touch on her, or the delightful sound that Agathe made, or the manner her palms rustled the fabric of her panties.

  Agathe tugged Ruby’s panties down while maintaining her innocent smile. While Ruby’s panties hung to her knees, she pressed her nose, drawing a deep breath. Her smile transformed predatory. She parted her lips, opening them wide and inviting for Ruby to perform.

  “Don’t hold back.” Aunt Tasha encouraged, but Ruby’s pride won.

  Eventually, as though tired of waiting, Rhea snapped. Each word was punctuated with a sibint hiss. “Your flowery words aren’t helping. Let me try. Piss Ruby. Piss in her mouth.”

  That one made Ruby clench tight. No matter the circumstance, or the willingness dispyed by Agathe, she would not piss on her. Actually, in her. No, she will not. That earned Ruby Rhea’s warm touch, climbing higher, tracing her buttock crevice. Her palm kneaded her cheeks, cupping her, teasing all senses. “I won’t repeat myself. Better hurry. Your dance awaits.”

  Ruby’s strength failed, her resolve wavered. A trickle escaped, pitter-pattering. But she held back from soiling Agathe any further.

  “I see. You need some more initiative.” Rhea’s fingers now became more indulgently exploratory.

  Aunt Tasha only hummed her approval while her palms gently caressed the exposed skin of her shoulder in a silent move, almost akin to communicating with Ruby to accept whatever transpired as a normal event.

  “You are still tight, but I think I can loosen you.” Agathe pulled her head back and flicked her tongue very expertly.

  Damn! The girl was like a komodo dragon with a tongue that had a taste for every thing. With those moves, she could lick the tears of a pantomime clean.

  Agathe, deliberately slow and teasingly deft, tickled Ruby’s bia with her tongue. Not fast. Not hard. Just with sufficient contact and the fluttering touches of one who knows what they are doing, she stimuted Ruby’s cunt.

  Warm, golden liquid poured forth, flowing freely. The clear stream spshed in Agathe’s eager mouth, a tiny stream flowed below her chin.

  Ruby let go, unable to control anything; her physical, emotional, and sexual suppressions.

  Not one droplet fell wasted, despite her initial attempt. Agathe caught her urine stream. Her tongue flickered, her luscious lips wide open, taking all Ruby offered. When her mouth reached capacity, she gulped, her throat working, her tongue swirling. All her attention focussed upon taking Ruby’s golden nectar. But it didn’t seem like her focus remained on her task. No, Agathe enjoyed herself, savouring Ruby. Her fingers dug deeper, gripping her ass harder, kneading, pulling apart in a desperate and not-so-subtle attempt to coax Ruby. Her thumb brushed, probing, exploring her, roaming quickly. They travelled, pressing against her perineum, stimuting Ruby more. Not only Agathe relished, she delighted herself, taking and sampling Ruby’s piss.

  Rhea continued her touch, pressing higher, right above her bdder. Her pressure grew, pressing Ruby forward. She leaned over and pced her soft kiss, which was unlike Agathe’s all consuming voraciousness. Her kiss brushed Ruby’s shoulder bde, a tender and appreciating gesture. “That’s it girl. Show her proper.”

  “Just breath steady, Ruby. It’s perfectly fine.” Aunt Tasha pced another kiss on the crest of her head. Unspoken words conveyed with the act. Words such as, ‘You did a good job. Well done, girl.’

  While Aunt Tasha coaxed her softly, Rhea’s expert fingers teased. When they travelled low along Ruby’s parted inner thigh, Rhea’s soft whispers caused a tiny chill, forcing her breath harder. “Go wild Ruby. Show Agathe who’s the boss bitch here.”

  Ruby shivered, stiffened, and she whimpered; it all became simply excessive. Even her bdder seemed never-ending. Sensations washed through her. Every muscle loosened, slowly rexed. Her cunt convulsed. Then her flow stopped. Not forcefully, or suddenly. No. Her stream sckened, gradually easing. Yet, each droplet carried euphoric contentment.

  “Le petit déjeuner. Exquisite and lovely.” Agathe winked when she ran her tongue over her lips, cleaning every st drop of Ruby. Then, she stuck her tongue out in a brash move of dispying that not a drop of Ruby’s piss was wasted. “Now to clean mademoiselle Ruby.”

  When Ruby squirmed, trying unsuccessfully to liberate her hips, Rhea held her thighs parted, providing Agathe with free access. Rhea’s soft fingers dug into her thighs, pressing Ruby, holding her spread open. “Is Ruby getting excited, seeing Agathe consume her offering?” She teased.

  Agathe breathed, hot breath bathing her glistening piss-fvoured bia, “Let me clean you. Show you that I truly loved your attention.”

  Agathe’s pink tongue, her saliva-coated length, glistened when she darted it out. They slithered over Ruby’s bia in a deliberate motion. Cleaning her with the utmost devotion. Then her lips pressed upon Ruby’s soft petals. A gentle peck, followed by firmer contact, leaving Ruby to wonder whether Agathe cleaned her, kissed her, pped her, sucked her, nibbled her, consumed her, or devoured her. All of that she could affirm since Agathe was that ambiguous.

  Worst, Agathe stimuted her. Whatever act, regardless of their motivation, touched Ruby deep, resonating through her.

  “You are excited, naughty girl.” Even Aunt Tasha teased.

  Eventually, Agathe pulled back, leaving Ruby extremely clean… and hot… and sweaty. She stood, presenting her invitingly parted lips. Ruby could smell... well... herself in those demanding-for-a-kiss lips. Despite the source of the fluids, Ruby pressed her lips tight, denying Agathe what she craved. The displeasure spilled too quickly and too clearly on her face for Agathe to not notice.

  Still, Agathe took the denial with dignity. Her face did not scrunch in disappointment. Instead, she covered the act by pulling Ruby closer, till her lips reached her ears. “if you are worried about your secret, mademoiselle Spenard, I won’t reveal it to anyone. I like you too much. It’s a promise.”

  Rhea adjusted her panties. Aunt Tasha helped straighten the creases on her gown, making her presentable again. Not one hint betrayed Ruby’s private activities, all safely hidden behind her corset.

  “Go, Ruby, I will help Agathe clean up,” said Rhea.

  Led by Aunt Tasha, Ruby sauntered down the staircase. Down below, Raisa, even in her skirt and bzer, cut a sharp and impressive figure.

  And she was waiting for Ruby.

  All murmurs stopped when Ruby appeared. All attention diverted towards her. Despite her discomfort, she repressed all apprehensions. With Aunt Tasha taking her hand, step by step, Ruby eased her movements. Forcing calmness, she trained her eyes fixedly ahead. Aunt Tasha gave her a reassuring nod.

  “You need to rex and smile,” said Aunt Tasha, with the tone and gait of someone well-versed in such settings. “If one were to look at you now, they might presume facial paralysis.”

  “It’s hard to remain composed and smiling when I am suddenly thrust into the spotlight.”

  “Let me teach you a trick. Keep your eyes on the crowd and talk to me.”

  “About what?”

  “Anything. Questions that you have. Answers that you seek. Guidance that maybe cking.”

  “So, you mean, my Aspect?”

  “Yes. Among many others, I can provide counsel, should you request?”

  After two steps, Aunt Tasha gracefully looped her arm behind, enveloping Ruby in familiar softness. Ruby’s smile returned unbidden, because the maternal warmth was there to support her. She sensed the affirmation behind.

  “I have trouble reaching my Aspect,” uttered Ruby. “Raisa gave me a series of test to grow. One of them is to know the true nature of events that passed between Rhea and someone I really care.”

  “True nature of things that passed, is it?” Aunt Tasha hummed. When she began her words flowed softly, almost like an ethereal melody. “Every story has multiple interpretation. It’s not two sides to a coin. It’s a multi-faceted die. You could painstakingly collect all faces to assemble the full dice.”

  They took steps in tandem. Two more and the sound from Ruby’s heels resounded through. Aunt Tasha’s steps made no sound, a silence that did not belong to a graceful glide. The silence in her steps belonged to a primordial hunter.

  “Another method,” said Tasha. “Would be to directly retrieve the story from its source. The former is time consuming, but the tter is difficult.”

  The pause that Aunt Tasha made was an invitation for Ruby to divulge more.

  “Raisa has pced a time limit. I need to unravel this before the end of the ball.” Another pause followed where they took two steps. Each step allowed Ruby the thoughts she needed, providing her space for such thoughts to roam.

  Aunt Tasha’s guidance went past teaching her words. Within her silence, Ruby found a deeper wisdom.

  “I cannot broach the subject with the one I care. That would be like invading a trust she has one me. Nor do I wish to put her in a hurtful position should the question yank out painful memories. And Rhea? I hardly know her and I don’t believe anyone would share such private details with a stranger.”

  “What if I tell you there is a way? Are you willing to take my counsel? The price... You will owe me a favour when called.”

  “I accept, Mrs. Enders.” Her answer can prompt, without wasting a moment to further thoughts. Against Mom, it might pay to exercise such caution but Aunt Tasha deserved no such treatment.

  “Consider it carefully. In case, your mother failed to teach you, which I don’t believe would be the case, still, I caution you. You are a witch in the gathering of other witches. You will be making a contract with another being. I ask again, do you agree?”

  “I repeat. I will owe you a favour when called in exchange for your counsel.”

  “Are you certain?” Suddenly, her words dragged Ruby with invisible manacles till each step became heavy. “I might have my own hidden motives. You don’t know me.”

  Sure, Aunt Tasha might have her own secrets as evident from the conversation with Raisa, but her presence never cked reassurance. She could never harm Ruby. Never.

  After all, who doesn’t have secrets? Ruby does have her own.

  Her promise came loud. “I will write you a IOU slip if you want.”

  “Very well. Here is my advice. If you want Rhea to share something intimate and personal soon, then offer her something of yours first. Need not be a secret, just something personal that you would only share with those you trust.”

  Aunt Tasha pced one st kiss upon her temple. A tiny, imperceptible, flickering light, passed between them. Ruby sensed it, though she could never articute the experience.

  Before Aunt Tasha pulled back, she held Ruby close. Her lips whispered words that were meant for none. “A word of caution. You are quick to trust people. For a witch, words are contract. Many a powerful witch had been brought to ruins because she made such a contract.”

  Even the opulence of the dance floor failed to dim the ominousness in those words.

  === Break Editing =====

  Or retrieved Ruby from the still-lingering hold of Aunt Tasha.

  “I wish I had my mobile with me. You look dazzling, sweetie,” said Or. “Wait till Morgane hears about what she missed.” Then, Or sealed the contorted mirth between them with a wink. Their very own private secret. Ruby could live with that.

  Raisa approached, graceful and dignified. The tappings of her cane on the pristinely polished floor demanding silence could only come from pure power radiating from within her. But her eyes, blue and rivalling the gown Ruby wore, remained only for her.

  While Ruby struggled with awkwardness, wondering whether she should hug, offer greeting, maintain a regal haughtiness, or just offer her hand, Raisa ran a warm palm over her cheek, pushing a few stray strands of rebellious locks away.

  “Sweet witchling, you amuse and amaze me. Every time I see you, you make it difficult to tear my eyes away.”

  Before Ruby could return words, Raisa raised her palm, inviting her. “May I, Ruby? Can I steal you? Just one dance?”

  That earned chuckle among the audience. Ruby took her palm. Instead of taking her arm, Raisa’s other soft palm touched her waist. Their distance melted, till only they existed. Raisa tapped her cane again, changing the music from cssical to Merry-Go-Round of Life.

  “Thought something more modern while staying true to cssical might appeal to you,” said Raisa.

  “You know Howl’s moving castle?” asked a surprised Ruby.

  “Oh witchling, Howl’s moving castle... I ran the original moving castle.” Raisa chuckled, drawing Ruby further into her embrace. “Though it was more with chicken legs.”

  The melody transformed, slow violin complementing tinkling of piano notes. With Raisa leading, Ruby merely followed. Her footfalls mirrored Raisa’s and like a water spshing against pebbles, she flowed. Her confident moves came from Mom. They didn’t betray any lingering doubts and despite Raisa’s impedance with her cane, Ruby made btant dispy to compensate. All possible because of Mom’s training and Or’s smile that became encouraging. The smile held adoration of one cherishing sweet memories of the moment forever in her mind.

  “The gown suits you. You wear it wonderfully.”

  “I only hope I am justified in its worth.”

  “Your tapestry has gotten more vibrant, sharper as one defining pattern woven.” Raisa’s breath ghosted over Ruby’s cheeks. They carried tender promises and mirth contorted with augury. “Yes, witchling. Foretelling the future is part of my abilities, though it is not as you think. Nothing like soothsaying or predictions of an oracle. Mine is more aligned with sensing defining moments in a person’s life. Like, in your case for example, something important happened.”

  “You mean, us dancing?”

  “Getting flirty, aren’t you, my witchling? If that is the direction you are heading, then there is more I can indulge you in… after the dance. But I speak of something else. You have met your fated one. Both of you have even kissed.”

  Everything blurred. Even Or, who gave her smile and with eyes only for Ruby, with her arms hooked around Rhea’s waist, blurred.

  Even kissed. Ruby’s mind was a flooding maze with unfading images of the kiss in Mom’s kitchen. A very defining kiss that stole part of her being and left her with more questions.

  “Who was it?” asked Ruby. She might be blindfolded, but that may never prevent her from seeking the one her kiss belonged to.

  “You ask me for the impossible.” Raisa’s chuckle contained all her adoration and none of the mockery. “I see your life defined, but the tapestry is not finished. I cannot paint a distant image seen through a murky window.”

  “But how will I know her? Raisa, please.” Ruby’s voice stayed true to her intentions.

  When Raisa’s knuckles caressed her cheeks, the tenderness in the gesture spoke of someone witnessing a pain that they could not wipe. All other motions ceased, as though those who joined the dance floor after them, Or with Rhea, Jade with Opal and even Amber leading Crystal seemed unimportant. Only the words yet to be uttered from Raisa mattered.

  “Very well. When you accept the truth to yourself, she will stay true to you.” With one single powerful tap to firmly stop Ruby’s dance, Raisa dragged her attention. Ruby feared her next words. “Until you open to the truth, she will remain one-sided, hidden but in front of your very eyes.”

  Raisa, gave one final twirl, indicating the end of their dance and their conversation. There was a subtle pull when Raisa id an arm on Ruby and led her away from the dance floor, trailed by four young witches.

  “From what I gather, sweet witchling, you have accumuted a rather admiring crowd. Should the company of your own peers interest you, then you are excused. A young girl like you should not be forced to entertain an old crone.”

  Ruby needed no further considerations to know what entertaining Raisa entailed. Now, she grew bold. Her arms snaked around Raisa’s neck to relieve her hair from their tight bun. Iron grey hair parted willingly when Ruby’s fingers weaved through them.

  “Is that so?” The unexpected sultriness in her voice surprised Ruby. “Or is it your indirect manner in letting me know that you prefer a much experienced company? You will find that I am a very eager student.” Ruby slowly reached through folds of Raisa’s blouse to tug at her bra strap.

  “Getting bold, aren’t you?” Raisa’s palms found purchase on spots where Ruby actually wanted to be touched.

  They were far away from the dancers to have their own privacy, enough for Opal to push her sports bra up, revealing her two tits. Jade tched on to one with her lips, while Amber sucked on the other. Crystal’s hands were beneath Amber’s skirts, moving and wiggling. Though Ruby was unsure which hole Crystal’s fingers were engaged in, probably both, but the expression on Amber’s face proved that Crystal did a very consummate job below.

  While both girls gave Opal’s tits devoted attention, Opal smacked her lips, her tongue drawing a long deliberate flick in Ruby’s direction. Her approval only emboldened Ruby further. She let her hands explore the inner garment of Raisa.

  “Your enthusiasm is btant and I am powerless to ignore. Bear with me, my eager witchling, I must first attend to the demands of my bdder before I respond to your touches.”

  “Don’t leave.” Crystal was the first to find her voice. “Just use Ruby.”

  “Yes. Use her. Use her.” Opal started a chorus. She even hiked Crystal’s skirt, revealing her silk panties. “Use Ruby. We want to watch. Pee on her.”

  “Oh yes! Yes!” Soon, Jade and Amber joined. “Piss on Ruby.”

  “So lovely to see the vigour of the witchlings.” Raisa made the comment seem nonchant. “Now if you will excuse me, I must attend to relieving myself first.”

  Raisa’s attempts failed when Ruby knelt before her, needing no further guidance.

  “Are you sure?” Raisa’s words were a surprised whisper.

  Ruby raised her arms and clutched Raisa’s thighs, affirming her eagerness with a lower bite of her lips. Whatever transpired next, Ruby could hardly believe her own courage as she stripped Raisa off her skirt, vest and blouse, leaving her to explore the naked skin of her thighs and her fast wet stain forming panties. One point she quickly discovered: Raisa didn’t require coaxing, nor she coaxed Ruby. This time, the act will go unassisted.

  No, she will experience it fully. Knowing Raisa, she will probably teach her nuances. She never had an inclination towards golden showers or tasting the piss, nor had she considered that kink. But with Raisa, the trust came easy. As did the appeal.

  “Oh fuck, this is hot,” shouted Crystal. Her panties were soon discarded for Opal’s fingers to work. “She is going to drink Raisa’s piss.”

  That only consolidated Ruby’s resolve. If she held any lingering restraints in the act, Crystal’s acknowledgement and Opal’s subsequent response, cemented her resolve. She would fucking drink Raisa’s pee, just like Agathe did to her.

  When Ruby tried to relieve her ball gown, Raisa’s cane came to rest of her wrist, stopping her. “Let the gown remain. It has its appeal. Just part it slightly.” Then, she turned to their admiring crowd. “Three of you help her. And one of you, help me maintain my position. At my age, it’s difficult to bance.”

  Opal, who definitely was the strongest of the four, volunteered to assist Raisa. Jade partially opened the gown, to exposed Ruby’s bras while Amber continued to collect the hem of her gown to expose more of Ruby’s legs. Eventually Crystal with eager assistance from Jade managed to pull Ruby’s tits out without removing her bra. That actually made her tits jump out with an additional supporting pressure from down below. As though knowing what Ruby needed, both Crystal and Amber took one nipple each to fondle.

  Ruby tugged Raisa’s panties. Raisa raised her leg, while maintaining her bance through Opal. Then she stepped closer, revealing her smooth mound, all her neatly shaved, presenting her glistening vagina. Her scent was pure aphrodisiac.

  “Support my back,” asked Raisa. “I will have to squat like a little girl to do this.”

  Opal moved behind. Her palms resting ft above Raisa’s ass. When Raisa squatted, her knees parted, exposing her vulva. Jade moved over to part Raisa’s bia further to dispy the shower hole to Ruby. A bit of pee, a tiny droplet of golden nectar, oozed out, enticing Ruby. Eager, Ruby kept her mouth open. She leaned forward, her lips inviting, her mouth ready and waiting. Nothing will prevent her from tasting Raisa.

  Ruby’s mind was a maelstrom of untamed lust. The pungent smell robbed her of free will. Soon, she would collect in herself what Raisa released. That which used to be in Raisa, she would take it in her. That knowledge alone drove her wild, adding fire to her nerves.

  “Ready, witchling?” Raisa pnted one hand on the ground and at her command, Opal raised her ass for her to position her piss hole directed at Ruby. Assisted by Crystal who held Ruby’s jaw for extra support, Ruby aligned her mouth.

  First came her pee. A gentle yellow trickle, followed quickly by heavier surge. Hot liquid, bathed Ruby’s lips, flooding her mouth. Raisa’s fvoured bathed Ruby’s tongue. A deeper satisfaction took hold. This time, it wasn’t Agathe doing her duty, nor her doing it because someone else desired. No, Raisa offered it because Ruby craved it. Her eagerness came unhindered, stimuted by Raisa’s pee filling her mouth. Soon, it rolled inside her mouth, spshing her tongue, leaving its taste. And she eagerly drank.

  Raisa’s urine. Her pee. Her golden nectar. Her piss. That which flowed inside, all warm, fresh. That which Ruby consumed willingly. And oh... the taste! None can describe. Not one taste. No. Salty, spicy, bitter, sour. A hint of metallic. Those words failed when describing Raisa’s fvour, because her taste went beyond mere physical senses. Raisa’s pee that Ruby cravingly swallowed tasted delicious.

  With each swallow she gulped, she savoured Raisa’s piss. Her scent filled Ruby’s nostril. And oh, her musk! How intoxicating! The scent remained.

  But it wasn’t easy. Her throat rebelled. Her brain protested. Her gag senses revolted. Too strong. Too thick. Too hot. Too much of everything. But when Crystal rubbed her jaw and held them wide open, all became easy. Raisa’s pee caressed her throat, its trail warmly exciting. Then, it settled deep in Ruby’s stomach. Urine filled her insides. All hers.

  Another swallow. Thicker. Pungent. Intoxicating.

  What Raisa gave, Ruby consumed. Her pee became Ruby’s essence.

  “Don’t spill any drop, Ruby. Drink it all,” said Jade.

  Another swallow.

  Another one.

  Then Raisa’s flow sckened. Gradually, her urine stream thinned, easing. Her flow tapered, sckening. No longer forceful. Eventually, Raisa’s st drop filled Ruby’s mouth. A final offering. An offering she accepted.

  “Swallow it, witchling.” Her words carried command. A command Ruby obeyed.

  Raisa’s taste lingered. Ruby’s throat, her belly, her whole body, carried Raisa’s offering. That which used to fill her, now filled Ruby. And Raisa’s pee settled, heavy, inside her.

  “Wonderful. Clean my cunt, witchling.”

  Ruby didn’t need words for Raisa’s parted legs beckoned. For Ruby, Raisa’s glistening bia proved alluring. Her lips shone, begging Ruby’s tongue. Her flesh spoke volumes and Ruby’s tongue answered, tracing her flesh, swallowing, licking, caressing her bia, rolling, taking it all. Again. And Again.

  “You are wonderful, witchling. But my legs are tiring. Come, let’s rest.”

  Ruby pulled herself upright. But she failed when Amber hugged her close. Her mouth tched on Ruby’s lips, kissing her, drawing all that Ruby tasted, ciming the leftover of Raisa’s piss. Then came Opal. Her tongue swiped Ruby’s lips, exploring Raisa’s fvour, leaving her gasping. When Jade kissed, she sucked Ruby’s tongue. Crystal, too eager, didn’t waste time. Her mouth covered Ruby’s, tongue probing, licking. Her palm rested upon Ruby’s tummy, rubbing and pressing. Ruby burped. A belch full of Raisa’s offering.

  “Now, don’t you spill any. Take all of me inside you.”

  “I... I...” Words failed Ruby. Not because she cked them. No. Words failed because they weren’t needed. What Ruby sought, Raisa’s pee within her belly already provided. “I didn’t spill any. I took all you gave inside me.”

  With Raisa’s palm behind, Ruby sank. When she settled, Raisa’s palm spread beneath, caressing Ruby’s panties. Raisa’s firm breasts brushed Ruby’s chin. Her scent filled her nostrils, its allure demanding and irresistible.

  And her lips, soft, full, eager. When Raisa kissed her, Ruby’s world became a firework. All senses converged where their lips touched. Every part, all of Ruby, became Raisa. Her tongue, exploring, seeking Ruby’s taste, demanded surrender. Her fingers, teasing Ruby’s panties, snaking to press on her bia.

  Ruby moaned.

  Twin pair of lips assaulted her breasts, one on each. Her nipples became their pythings. Hands cupped her ass, parting them. Ruby didn’t need sight to know when someone licked her inner thigh. Then, she melted when her panties were yanked down. Fingers expertly worked parting her bia. Yet, instead of diving, two pair of tongues and Raisa’s fingers explored her perineum and rear fuck hole.

  But her pussy remained untouched.

  Ruby couldn’t protest. Raisa’s tongue stole her words. And continued to do so with her unrelenting kiss. Nor could she seek relief through writhing. Four pairs of hands held her limbs. Opal, she could distinguish, pinned her hips, holding her legs open. She could also perceive Opal’s chin between her thighs, resting atop her crotch. Crystal’s joined Raisa’s finger, exploring Ruby’s asshole. Where Raisa penetrated with her digits, loosening her sphincter muscles, Crystal followed by tongue fucking her ass.

  But nobody stimuted where Ruby needed.

  Her brain could focus only upon her vagina. Her soaked bia. Her throbbing clit. Her moist inner lips. Her insides.

  All empty. So empty.

  She pressed tight against Raisa. Ruby’s tongue lost its battle, submitting. Her nether lips quivered, begging for stimution. Her rear hole clenched, squeezing Crystal.

  Raisa’s fingers, Amber’s lips, Opal’s chin, Jade’s tongue, Crystal’s anally tongue fucking her, they all worked together. When Amber’s fingers squeezed her nipples, harder than normal, when Raisa stretched her puckered hole with two digits for Crystal to fuck more, it became slightly painful. But also, oh, fuck... so, fuck... delightful!

  Ruby came. A minor explosion.

  Yet, she needed one, deeper, explosive orgasm. Firing nerves. Engulfing her body. Deep satisfaction.

  Opal moved. Her hands parted Ruby’s bia further, stretching them apart, giving her cunt a wonderful sensation. Then Ruby shuddered. Not because Opal pressed hard on her clitoral hood. No, she didn’t. Instead, she softly licked Ruby’s clit. Just one flick.

  But it took Ruby beyond all physical realm. If Raisa’s kiss stole her will, Or’s touch, her flicking tongue, forced Ruby beyond. Her inner nerve exploded. Her inner walls convulsed, clutching emptiness and her belly threatened to exploded whatever of Raisa she tried to contain inside.

  But Opal, cruel, pulled her tongue. Leaving her cunt wanting. Again. Ruby needed only one final stimution. Not her ass. Not her tits. Nor her lips. No. None. Only her cunt will set her free.

  Ruby thrust against Raisa’s thigh. Needing stimution. Needing someone, anyone, anyway, to stimute her demanding vagina.

  As though receiving the proper signal, Opal parted her outer bia, kissing one inner lips, pying them. Ruby bucked, unable to remain submissive. She thrusted, responding to Opal’s ministrations. Just two quick flicks along her pussy lips and one swirly on her clit. That’s all.

  Fuck!

  Ruby cmped her asshole. Her cunt. Every muscle coiled tight. Tighter than ever. Her clit, stimuted, yearned further. One caress.

  Ruby came.

  Opal liberated the want of her clit, letting it throb.

  Her orgasm wrecked her, exploding deep, resonating through her inner muscles. One final stimution came. Through her belly.

  All thoughts, sensations, pleasure, shudders, tingling, everything became her body’s reaction. When its journey ended, her body and self, contented, demanded nothing. Ruby became bliss.

  Raisa pushed herself, gasping. Ruby opened her dazed, blurry orbs, and spittle covered lips.

  “So beautiful. Now I need release, sweet witching,” said Raisa. “But that can wait. Cradling your adorable post-session face is worth more.”

  Ruby blushed. An attention she wasn’t used. She shyly bowed her chin. Eyes closed to get lost in the moment. The sounds of fucking continued among the four girls beside, and Raisa’s ministrations resided with Ruby.

  “Witchlings, may I request you all to pause your little exhibitions for a while? I propose we move somewhere more private and comfortable. Then, we may continue to explore each other.”

  All five nodded agreement. With Opal helping Ruby, Raisa helping Opal, Crystal helping Raisa, Amber helping Crystal, they all formed one line. Raisa’s leading, gave them strength.

  Through opulent stairs, Raisa led them. Steps upon which each motion meant more silent grabs and giggles. Raisa was still naked and unbothered by nudity. She walked with allure and the same power as before. Her presence, though guiding was still gentle and encouraging her companions to naughty explorations. Just before they stepped beyond a vish threshold, Raisa took Ruby’s lips one more time, sealing her acceptance. Her kiss carried the taste unique to her. Tastes, Ruby realized, she will come to recognize whenever they may meet.

  Raisa waited while they crossed the threshold. Beyond, the chamber could only belong to the mightiest of witches. Cssical elegance, timeless chic, Victorian influences mixed, defining the tastefully decorated suite. Opal sauntered ahead to y sprawled on a divan, welcoming the others.

  Crystal sauntered towards the seat. From her position, Ruby admired the view, taking Opal whose spread legs offered the clear invitation to the others. Crystal soon joined her, their bodies making love, slowly, to melt one to the next. Amber joined them, soon followed Jade. And above three girls, Opal looked serene. While Crystal buried her lips, her tongue darted. While Amber fondled her tits, sucking her nipples. While Jade gripped her ass, all three vied between Opal’s breasts, her tummy, her belly, her thighs.

  Four girls, lost in caresses, found each other.

  And Raisa, mighty and mature Raisa, strolled past them, uninterested. Though she spared them casual gnce and her knowing smirk graced them, her steps carried purpose. A purpose Ruby suddenly found herself craving.

  She clicked her tongue in feigned disappointment. “Young ones. No patience and no imagination. Look around you, sweet witchlings. Seek and enhance. Then, enjoy.”

  Her words carried command. Even Jade, whose tongue probed Opal’s cunt, pulled back. They quickly set about finding hidden secrets, exploring wardrobe and cupboards and hidden alcoves in walls. Whatever they found only released squeals of excitements which made Ruby deliberately want to wander. Only Raisa’s pull stopped her from joining.

  When the girls returned, Ruby’s jaw dropped. Just when she thought they couldn’t get any more erotic, they surprised her more.

  Jade opted a foxgirl look, completed with faux-animal ears, butt plug fluffy tail, legging and hand gloves that even gave her the soft fur covered limbs and the mask she fastened on her face consolidated the look. Even the long silken robe, she draped over her contained images of witches frolicking under moonlit night. When she pushed the robes aside, her predatory look was accentuated by a poking cock, a very realistic one, with a deep red lipstick tip. It looked very organic and definitely not human. Too small but still adorably cute on Jade.

  Amber, on the contrary, transformed into an elegant princess in a masked ball. Her lovely gown sparkled a sharp silver, hugging her lithe body. Her cleavage teased, inviting Ruby’s imagination. When she fluttered her bck fan teasingly dispying pussies, Ruby’s imagination became her eagerness. She reached down below to lift the hem of her dress and presented her deliciously strap-on cock with a coquettish lower bite to her lips. She gave her hips a small turn, setting her cock to dance.

  Raisa’s face became one of sheer lust.

  “I can’t wait to fuck Raisa’s ass and then we take turn with her pussy.” Pying a princess did not liberate her of her uncouth words. In fact, her dirty talk and her appearance was all that Raisa needed.

  Crystal, decided subtlety suited her. A pure satin babydoll, molded her curves. Her hair, gelled, teased, created contrasting py between elegant rich girl appeal and naughty wet dreams. Her filmy panties barely covered her pelvis and her adorable mound peeped through. But it wasn’t her semi transparent gown and string panties alone. A tiny kitty tail and matching ears stole all Ruby’s attention.

  Opal’s appearance, her bold and sassy self, surprised Ruby. Of all four, Opal’s choice matched her. Only her innocent maid outfit revealed much, allowing her cunt and bare ass exposed. She moved on all four with a colr around her neck. Though she dispyed her shapely buttocks, all Ruby found herself seeking where her plump outer lips melded with her thighs.

  Raisa took control. Without hesitation, she moved Amber forward, guiding her steps till she aligned her cock properly. “Opal, open your mouth. You are getting it stuffed soon.”

  Ruby, watched wide-eyed, wishing it was her lips readying. Ready. For Amber’s cock.

  Opal eagerly opened her mouth wide. Taking position, she swallowed Amber’s tip, slurping hungrily. Her soft gagging sounds filled space where Ruby’s racing heartbeats reached her ears.

  Soon, Raisa moved Crystal. She stroked her body through the flimsy fabric, moving past her belly, migrating slowly upwards. Then, she cupped Crystal’s tit, squeezing them, stroking her nipples. When Raisa pinched her nipple, she invited Crystal’s pleasure through moans.

  “I heard you wish to fuck my ass, witchling. Are you excited?”

  Amber nodded.

  “Opal, get her prepared for my ass.” Raisa took Amber’s gown hidden cock and added it to Opal’s mouth. “Since I am feeling rather aroused tonight, put a show for me first.”

  A blush settled when Ruby understood words.

  Opal crawled closer to the two cocks fucking her mouth. One foxgirl cock and another smooth cock, both glistening with her saliva, pushed in and out, with smaller careful thrust. Opal raised gathered Amber’s gown further, passed it on to Amber’s hands, before inserting two digits into her rear. Simultaneous fucking.

  Raisa soon changed tactics, demanding oral services while she pleasured Crystal through pinching her nipples, stroking her clit.

  Next, Raisa tapped Crystal’s silken babydoll, stripping her naked. Her tongue brushed Crystal’s nipples, coating them one side. When Jade inserted her index finger, she soon fucked Raisa’s ass, all while Ruby watched entranced.

  “She is ready for anal fuck,” said Jade. “Ruby, would you like to wear a strap-on and join. I saw a nice purple one. It would look super cute on you.”

  Ruby already decided the mental image of something, neither organic nor pstic, jutting from between her legs, uninteresting, even though Amber and Jade conveyed a fucking hot image.

  “Not my thing.” Ruby did not eborate further.

  “Fair enough,” replied Crystal. Further words were stolen when Raisa flicked with a slurp sound on her cunt. “Lick me, Mommy. Please.”

  “That’s her kink,” said Amber over the sounds of Opal’s deep-throating.

  Crystal was unabashed as she ogled Raisa in her discarded baby doll, and seemingly innocent eyes. “Will you, Mommy?”

  “Is that so...” Raisa purposefully dragged, letting the tension in Crystal build. “Do you know what happens to naughty little girls in sweet kitty outfit?”

  “W-What, mommy? What will happen?”

  “Lots. And lots. Of. Spanking... by their mommies.” Raisa proved her point by spping Crystal’s wet cunt." Another small sp followed, nowhere hard but loud enough to make Crystal squeal.

  Jade’s interest also peaked. “Mommy? Do you spank any naughty foxgirls?”

  “I love naughty foxgirls. So come, naughty one, receive Mommy Raisa’s love.”

  Jade didn’t need further coaxing. With her robe parted, she revealed her ass, her strap-on bouncing cutely.

  Raisa responded quickly, stroking her, running her palms lovingly. “Do you need Mommy’s love?”

  “Yes, Mommy. But Mommy Raisa has three holes. And where will my cock go first?”

  The innocence in Jade and Crystal’s act undid a lot of knots in Ruby — simply impossible to remain a passive onlooker any more. She needed to get in on the action.

  Raisa beckoned them all closer, till she occupied the space between Jade’s kitsune cock and Amber’s strap-on penis. While Crystal wiggled suggestively on the divan, Raisa gestured Amber to y on the floor and wordlessly, Opal took the lead in lifting her gown. She her the artificial cock up, readying it for Raisa to fuck herself. And Jade assisted Raisa. On her fours, her butt plug tail ready, her kitsune cock swayed.

  Raisa waited till Opal gave her signal. Assisted by Jade, a slight pang of pain bloomed on Raisa’s face, but only for a brief instant, as she impaled her ass on Amber’s waiting dildo. After the initial bit of resistance and with a plop sound, Raisa’s derriere was filled. Amber’s strap-on cock smmed against Raisa’s sphincter.

  As Raisa settled into a flow, she gestured with a nod for Jade to stand and present her cute foxgirl cocklet. “Bear with me, it has been a while since I enjoyed a kitsune py. Your foxgirl penis will go into Mommy Raisa’s mouth.”

  Raisa took one Jade’s cock fully inside her mouth. Slurping followed immediately, wordlessly affirming their unspoken agreement. A good full minute passed while Raisa showed her skill. On the floor, she squat, her ass impaled, and in the front, her mouth worked on the faux-fox penis. Meanwhile, Raisa’s body kept moving, fucking Amber’s fake dick while her tongue rolled all about Jade’s lovely one. Their moans only conveyed raw lust.

  “How are Amber and Jade moaning? It’s fake right?” Ruby spilled her curiosity.

  That actually prompted Raisa to pause. She ignored the sounds of frustrated protest from Jade when she spoke to Ruby. “Powerful orgasms start in the head, not elsewhere. Organs are a conduit to it.”

  “B-But...”

  “Ruby, I will tell all about it ter.” Opal stumbled swiftly into a mediator role. “Now come join Raisa before she ends up fucking herself silly.”

  A dreamy expression appeared upon Jade’s beautiful features, accentuated her mysticism, her sheer radiance when Raisa returned her attention. Again, she took Jade’s fake cock, letting her moans spill. Raisa’s knees settled between Amber’s spread thighs, till her perineum pushed against Amber’s pubic region, squishing, throbbing. Then, Raisa took one final suck, taking all Jade offered inside her mouth. From her viewpoint, Ruby observed the shudders in Amber, meeting Raisa’s pounding ass, penetrating deeper, fucking her faster.

  Her mouth occupied to the thrust of Jade’s enthusiasm, Raisa gestured with her fingertip at Crystal to sit of Amber’s face. A task that proved no less of a challenge given the willingness eagerness of Crystal. Squatting and facing each other, the sheer lusty in Crystal, punctuated by an expression born of Amber’s tongue hitting her at all the correct pces, she reached out to Raisa.

  “Will Mommy give attention to kitty girl too?” she purred, eliciting Raisa to pinch and py with her perky nipples. In response, Crystal tched onto Raisa’s nipple with her lips.

  Opal, the only one remaining, pulled an ottoman, stood on it to give Jade access to her own pussy. She lifted and wrapped a leg around Jade, trapping her mouth and tongue to her cunt. Soon, she threw back her head, as Jade started her tongue assault.

  The sight before Ruby...

  ... of all five fucking each other’s brains out...

  ... of a mature Raisa serviced by willing young witches ... Raisa, influential witch Raisa, fucking herself on her ass with the faux cock of a Victorian princess while sucking a cute kitsune girl penis... getting her titties sucked by a demure cat girl calling her Mommy in between...

  ... the entire scenario seduced Ruby.

  Their erotic images impnted within her memory. Of all the sights, Amber’s restrained writhing form, reacting each time Raisa pushed her ass down, pushed itself upon her.

  Slowly, pulled by the allure, Ruby crawled. She weaved between swooning Amber and slurping Crystal to reach Raisa’s aching cunt. When she pced her lips on it, Raisa’s bia reacted in a way as though they were waiting for her. Then she added her tongue. Slowly. Carefully. Her tongue met Raisa’s engorged clitoris. It throbbed as thought meant only for Ruby to quell.

  Raisa moaned through Jade’s thrusting cock. And Ruby responded, thrusting her tongue. Deep.

  All five bodies joined together. Moans mingled. Mouths met. Cunts rubbed. Cocks thrust. Bodies melded.

  Their rhythm flowed, attuning naturally, fucking each others.

  Raisa, experienced Raisa, orchestrated their pace. Each time she thrust, Ruby matched her movements. Each time she slowed, Ruby followed her pace. And whenever she took Jade’s faux kitsune cock all inside her mouth, Ruby sucked Raisa’s cunt hard. When Raisa pressed on Amber’s penis, Ruby caressed Raisa’s cunt gently. Raisa fucked Amber’s strap-on dildo faster. Deeper.

  With Raisa’s anal passage squeezing Amber’s strap-on, Ruby’s tongue worshiping Raisa’s pussy, Crystal’s mouth sucking her breast, Raisa came. Her orgasm bloomed through her thighs, squeezing Amber’s legs, trapping Crystal, shaking uncontrolbly. And Ruby tasted her cunt juice.

  Her cunt quivering, Raisa pulled her ass, releasing Amber’s strap-on cock. Then, she disengaged her lips, releasing Jade’s foxgirl cock, leaving it coated. Ruby moved, withdrawing her mouth, watching Raisa, her powerful Raisa, shudder through her post orgasm bliss, contentment etched all about.

  “That’s wonderful. So, wonderful, my sweet witchlings. Now, may I propose we switch it all, that is, if you are willing to take directions from an experienced witch.”

  That suggestion brought uncontrolled enthusiasm in all four girls who still needed their release. The mask and makeup did very little to hide the heavy lidded expression on Jade — an expression of someone halted in the middle of an orgasm. She needed more, as did Crystal. Amber still thrust and ground her hips, as though the faux organ on her hips were real.

  Opal took Raisa’s spot, using her derriere hole to continuing fucking Amber’s temporary penis. Her lips resumed the ministration on Jade’s kitsune cock, bringing her back the orgasmic expression to her face. Small whimpering sounds escaped Jade’s throat, cute and adorable in their own way.

  Ruby abstained from indulging, instead choosing to cradle Raisa’s head in her p. Both admired the expressions ravaging Jade’s face, her eye rolls, her lips drawn in, the heavy exhales and shudders — whatever Opal did, and whatever Raisa did to her fake cock, their effect was visible of Jade’s body.

  “How is this happening?” asked Ruby, her fingers pushed stray locks from Raisa’s face. “Is it because of magic? I mean, Jade is clearly orgasming but that’s not her thing.”

  “Because she is imagining herself as a kitsune with a cock. That triggers all the psychological response.”

  “But she is a girl. Doesn’t she get... dysphoria?” Ruby carefully uttered the st word with the same caution of one who treading on razor bdes.

  “We are all different, witchling. Some might. Yes. They might get dysphoria. Others, not so much. Some, like Jade, would even get a powerful orgasm from the mental stimution. Truth is you cannot put anyone in a pigeon hole. Your notion will always be challenged, if you go that way.”

  “But I don’t understand.”

  “That’s because you are trying understand, witchling. Instead, try accepting. You will find answers ter.”

  Raisa’s words only highlighted one truth. Ruby realized her preconceived notion may have prevented her form experiencing much. Just like when Agathe drank her pee; Ruby even refused to kiss Agathe. Now, she willing drank Raisa’s and with the act came the realisation of what made Agathe fixate on the act. To accept something that was inside another; drinking piss went beyond ordinary. Something that was processed and released from Raisa, she now took and filled her belly with it — to become a part of her, to undergo the same change that Raisa did. The act became a representation, an adoration of Raisa in her own way, just as Agathe did to her. Piss, it became their shared essence to process.

  “You are lost in thought, witchling.” Raisa stood and fetched a pitcher of liquid. She took Ruby’s lips and touch the rim of the vessel. Her action, despite their tenderness, carried a forceful strength that brokered no refusal. “Drink now. You drank my pee. The drink helps to maintain your body pH and hygiene too.”

  Ruby’s taste buds soon tasted fresh lime juice, tangy cintro, subtle left over traces of saffron and a few herbs she could identify if she diverted her mind. I tasted deliciously wonderful, cleansing her tongue. When she emptied it, Raisa filled it, offering it again.

  “Is it your first exploration with piss drinking?” asked Crystal, her was still contorted with pleasure and her hips gyrated on Amber’s face, but the naughty smirk remained. “You did amazing. Never thought you will hold it all.”

  “There was this girl, Agathe. French, I think. She drank mine before the dance.”

  “Agathe? Brown curls, eyes that change colour depending on how the light falls?” Crystal paused to let a moan and continued to grind on Amber’s face. “That Agathe?”

  “Yes, that Agathe with her cute French accent.”

  Despite her spiking pleasure, Crystal actually ughed. “She is no French. She is Flemish. Also she is fully capable of talking without that faux-french accent. Little shit only does that accent to newcomers when she wants to get something. Ruby, if she did the French accent with you, then you got tricked by her.”

  Ruby grabbed the fill pitcher, took a swig. “I need to fix something.” Then, she marched out.

  The initial sweep failed to find Agathe. Not even in the dies room, she hung around. Agathe was either busy collecting nectar from other girls or she was consummate in hide-and-seek. Ruby’s searches refused to yield Agathe’s location but instead garnered the attention of Or.

  “I’m looking Agathe.”

  “Oh, I saw her following another couple towards the balcony.” Rhea, who enjoyed the attention the calm moment in the arms of Or until a few moments ago, dispersed the sudden irateness in her expressions with professional celerity.

  “Did this girl bother you?” Or was suddenly all concerns and maternally worrying in her approach. She even ignored the subtle snort from Rhea, her attention was singurly tched on Ruby now.

  “S-she stole pee from me.”

  “Pee? Is that something people steal?”

  “It’s complicated to expin. She cheated me of my pee.” Ruby gnced at Rhea, hoping for assistance and was met with a shrug.

  When Ruby turned to leave, Or’s hand arrested her mid-step. “Look, the way I see it, you seem to have picked a problem with this girl.” The concern in Or’s touch, the softness and worry, flowed from their point of contact. “I don’t want your first ball to end with you making enemies.”

  “Yes. Listen to your Mama Or,” added Rhea with contorted mirth. “Don’t get into pissing competition with strange girls.”

  Or rolled her eyes, and continued. “Let me come with you. I am your chaperone today and the responsibility falls on me.”

  Even Ruby knew that was a part-lie and a part-truth. Or’s issues were more maternal than cited. So together, they marched up the stairs towards where Rhea pointed. They found Agathe in one corner, silent and almost blending with the vines creeping the wall, watching another couple in their ecstatic moans.

  “You...” Words failed and not even Or’s calming hand on her shoulder could prevent the accusation from dropping.

  “?a roule, Ruby?”

  “De rien.” Watching her amused expression, Ruby continued. “Vas-y, Allez-y. Of course, I speak French, you dumb bitch. My surname is Gand and my preferred other surname is Spenard.”

  “Je suis désolée.” Agathe gave her heartstrings-tugging apologetic look.

  “Oi, drop the accent and the act. I know you pull that one on purpose.” With the satisfaction of someone holding all the cards, Ruby forced Agathe to kneel. One more long swig Ruby took from the pitcher before passing it to Or. Her hands carried her resolution when she lifted Agathe’s face.

  “It’s simple and good-natured joke with a small dash of French, Ruby,” Agathe pleaded.

  “Let me show you a Belgian joke.” Ruby’s voice tethered to a dangerous predatory note, almost proving that she was every bit Morgane’s daughter. “You are going to drink from Jaenecke pis now.”

  Ruby quickly lifted her gown. Assisted by Or with holding her gathered fabrics, she parted her legs, bia spread and pointed at Agathe.

  “Now open.” Ruby commanded.

  Further coy attempts from Agathe were culled. Ruby pinch her nose tight, forcing her to breathe her with open mouth. “You are getting it one-way, salope.”

  Ruby focused, letting her pubic region, her perineal tissue, her anal sphincter, rex. Then, she contracted them. A trickle. Her trickle became a fast flowing stream. Her golden stream. Her piss, her urine, gushed and spshed hitting Agathe’s tongue hard. It poured all inside her deliberately opened mouth, filling Agathe’s, forcing her to gulp faster. The fact that Or watched, helped handling her dress while she performed the act on Agathe only accelerated the excitement in Ruby. She increased her flow, pushing a forceful ejection. Her urethra constricted with ser precision, aiming exactly between Agathe’s parted lips. All flowed inside. They filled Agathe’s inside. Her tummy filled with Ruby’s piss — golden yellow — her essence which her body processed; Agathe’s tongue will remember its taste.

  Ruby loved watching Agathe’s lips, the inside of her mouth coated with her golden rush. When her stream tapered, Ruby’s bia quivered, releasing one st spurt.

  Then, she pulled Agathe’s face for the long awaited passionate kiss. No judgement. No restraint. Only sheer affection resided in the kiss of the girl who held the fmes of adoration for her. Agathe’s kiss, her saliva, presented sweet undertones. Their tongues met, seeking and caressing each others and Ruby tasted herself, her piss, through their tongue.

  Eventually when Ruby parted and turned to leave, Agathe called. “Ruby, mademoiselle Sohrensdottir, would you be interested in more French... like ménage à trois?”

  “No, thanks. My daughter needs her rest.”

  Her whole world of suppressed fantasy and craving shattered with Or’s announcement. The dint of volition it took to maintain her poker face upon hearing Or’s rejection was indescribable. Ruby followed with her head hung low.

  Or retrieved Ruby from the still-lingering hold of Aunt Tasha.

  “I wish I had my mobile with me. You look dazzling, sweetie,” said Or. “Wait till Morgane hears about what she missed.” Or then sealed the contorted mirth between them with a wink. Their very own private secret. Ruby could live with that.

  Raisa approached, graceful and dignified. The tappings of her cane on the pristinely polished floor demanding silence could only come from pure power radiating from within her. But her eyes, blue and rivalling the gown Ruby wore, remained only for her.

  While Ruby struggled with awkwardness, wondering whether she should hug, offer greeting, maintain a regal haughtiness, or just offer her hand, Raisa ran a warm palm over her cheek, pushing a few stray strands of rebellious locks away.

  “Sweet witchling, you amuse and amaze me. Every time I see you, you make it difficult to tear my eyes away.”

  Before Ruby could return words, Raisa raised her palm, inviting her. “May I, Ruby? Can I steal you? Just one dance?”

  That earned a chuckle among the audience. Ruby took her palm. Their distance melted, till only they existed. Raisa tapped her cane again, changing the music from cssical to the Merry-Go-Round of Life.

  “Thought something more modern while staying true to cssical might appeal to you,” said Raisa.

  “You know Howl’s moving castle?” asked a surprised Ruby.

  “Oh witchling, Howl’s moving castle... I ran the original moving castle.” Raisa chuckled, drawing Ruby further into her embrace. “Though it was more with chicken legs.”

  The melody transformed, the slow violin complementing the tinkling of piano notes. With Raisa leading, Ruby merely followed. Her footfalls mirrored Raisa’s and, like a water spshing against pebbles, she flowed. Her confident moves came from Mom. They didn’t betray any lingering doubts and despite Raisa’s impedance with her cane, Ruby made btant dispy to compensate. All possible because of Mom’s training and Or’s smile that became encouraging. The smile held the adoration of one cherishing sweet memories of the moment forever in her mind.

  “The gown suits you. You wear it wonderfully.”

  “I only hope I am justified in its worth.”

  “That you are, especially since your tapestry has gotten more vibrant, sharper because of a certain defining pattern woven.” Raisa’s breath ghosted over Ruby’s cheeks. They carried tender promises and mirth contorted with augury. “Yes, witchling. Foretelling the future is part of my abilities, though it is not as you think. Nothing like soothsaying or predictions of an oracle. Mine is more aligned with sensing defining moments in a person’s life. Like, in your case, for example, something important happened.”

  “You mean us dancing?”

  “Getting flirty, aren’t you, my witchling? If that is the direction you are heading, then there is more I can indulge you in… after the dance. But I speak of something else. You have met your fated one. Both of you have even kissed.”

  Everything blurred. Even Or, who gave her smile and with eyes only for Ruby, with her arms hooked around Rhea’s waist, blurred.

  Even kissed. Ruby’s mind was a flooding maze with the unfading memory of the kiss in Mom’s kitchen. A very defining kiss that stole part of her being and left her with more questions.

  “Who was it?” asked Ruby. She might be blindfolded, but that might never prevent her from seeking the one her kiss belonged to.

  “You ask me for the impossible.” Raisa’s chuckle contained all her adoration and none of the mockery. “I see your life defined, but the tapestry is not finished. I cannot paint a distant image seen through a murky window.”

  “But how will I know her?” Ruby’s voice stayed true to her intentions. “Raisa, please.”

  When Raisa’s knuckles caressed her cheeks, the tenderness in the gesture spoke of someone witnessing a pain that they could not wipe. All other motions ceased, as though those who joined the dance floor after them, Or with Rhea, Jade with Opal and even Amber leading Crystal, seemed unimportant. Only the words yet to be uttered by Raisa mattered.

  “Very well. When you accept the truth to yourself, she will stay true to you.” With one single powerful tap to firmly stop Ruby’s dance, Raisa dragged her attention. Ruby feared her next words. “Until you open to the truth, she will remain one-sided, hidden, but in front of your very eyes.”

  Raisa gave one final twirl, indicating the end of their dance and their conversation. There was a subtle pull when Raisa id an arm on Ruby and led her away from the dance floor, trailed by four young witches.

  “From what I gather, sweet witchling, you have accumuted a rather admiring crowd. Should the company of your own peers interest you, then you are excused. A young girl like you should not be forced to entertain an old crone.”

  Ruby needed no further considerations to know what entertaining Raisa entailed. Now, she grew bold. Her arms snaked around Raisa’s neck to relieve her hair from their tight bun. Iron grey hair parted willingly when Ruby’s fingers weaved through them.

  “Is that so?” The unexpected sultriness in her voice surprised Ruby. “Or is it your indirect manner in letting me know that you prefer a much experienced company? You will find that I am a very eager student.” Ruby slowly reached through folds of Raisa’s blouse to tug at her bra strap.

  “You are making a bold move, aren’t you?” Raisa’s palms found purchase on spots where Ruby actually wanted to be touched.

  They were far away from the dancers to have their own privacy; enough for Opal to push her sports bra up, revealing her tits. Jade tched on to one with her lips, while Amber sucked on the other. Crystal’s hands were beneath Amber’s skirts, moving and wiggling. Though Ruby was unsure which hole Crystal’s fingers were engaged in, probably both, but the expression on Amber’s face proved that Crystal did a very consummate job below.

  While both girls gave Opal’s tits devoted attention, Opal smacked her lips, her tongue drawing a long deliberate flick in Ruby’s direction. Her approval only emboldened Ruby further. She let her hands explore the inner garment of Raisa.

  “Your enthusiasm is btant and I am powerless to ignore. Bear with me, my eager witchling. I must first attend to the demands of my bdder before I respond to your touches.”

  “Don’t leave.” Crystal was the first to find her voice. “Just use Ruby.”

  “Yes. Use her. Use her.” Opal started a chorus. She even hiked Crystal’s skirt, revealing her silk panties. “Use Ruby. We want to watch. Pee on her.”

  “Oh yes! Yes!” Soon, Jade and Amber joined. “Piss on Ruby.”

  “So lovely to see the vigour of the witchlings.” Raisa made the comment seem nonchant. “Now if you will excuse me, I must attend to relieving myself first.”

  Raisa’s attempts failed when Ruby knelt before her, needing no further guidance.

  “Are you sure?” Raisa’s words were a surprised whisper.

  Ruby raised her arms and clutched Raisa’s thighs, affirming her eagerness with a lower bite of her lips. Whatever transpired next, Ruby could hardly believe her own courage as she stripped Raisa off her skirt, vest and blouse, leaving her to explore the naked skin of her thighs and her fast wet stain forming panties. One point she quickly discovered: Raisa didn’t require coaxing, nor did she coax Ruby. This time, the act will go unassisted.

  No, she will experience it fully. Knowing Raisa, she will probably teach her nuances. She never had an inclination towards golden showers or tasting the piss, nor had she considered that kink. But with Raisa, the trust came easy. As did the appeal.

  “Oh fuck, this is hot,” shouted Crystal. Her panties were soon discarded for Opal’s fingers to work. “She is going to drink Raisa’s piss.”

  That only consolidated Ruby’s resolve. If she held any lingering restraints in the act, Crystal’s acknowledgement and Opal’s subsequent response cemented her resolve. She would fucking drink Raisa’s pee, just like Agathe did to her.

  When Ruby tried to relieve her ball gown, Raisa’s cane came to rest on her wrist, stopping her. “Let the gown remain. It has its appeal. Just part it slightly.” Then she turned to their admiring crowd. “Three of you help her. And one of you, help me maintain my position. At my age, it’s difficult to bance.”

  Opal, who definitely was the strongest of the four, volunteered to assist Raisa. Jade partially opened the gown, exposed Ruby’s bras while Amber continued to collect the hem of her gown to present more of Ruby’s legs. Eventually, Crystal, with eager assistance from Jade, managed to pull Ruby’s tits out without removing her bra. That actually made her tits jump out with an additional supporting pressure from down below. As though knowing what Ruby needed, both Crystal and Amber took one nipple each to fondle.

  Ruby tugged Raisa’s panties. Raisa raised her leg while maintaining her bance through Opal. Then she stepped closer, revealing her smooth mound, all her neatly shaved, presenting her glistening vagina. Her scent was pure aphrodisiac.

  “Support my back,” asked Raisa. “I will have to squat like a little girl to do this.”

  Opal moved behind. Her palms resting ft above Raisa’s ass. When Raisa squatted, her knees parted, exposing her vulva. Jade moved over to part Raisa’s bia further to dispy the shower hole to Ruby. A bit of pee, a tiny droplet of golden nectar, oozed out, enticing Ruby. Eager, Ruby kept her mouth open. She leaned forward, her lips inviting, her mouth ready and waiting. Nothing will prevent her from tasting Raisa.

  Ruby’s mind was a maelstrom of untamed lust. The pungent smell robbed her of free will. Soon, she would collect in herself what Raisa released. That which used to be in Raisa, she would take it in her. That knowledge alone drove her wild, adding fire to her nerves.

  “Ready, witchling?” Raisa pnted one hand on the ground and at her command, Opal raised her ass for her to position her piss hole directed at Ruby. Assisted by Crystal, who held Ruby’s jaw for extra support, Ruby aligned her mouth.

  First came her pee. A gentle yellow trickle, followed quickly by heavier surge. Hot liquid bathed Ruby’s lips, flooding her mouth. Raisa’s fvour bathed Ruby’s tongue. A deeper satisfaction took hold. This time, it wasn’t Agathe doing her duty, nor her doing it because someone else desired. No, Raisa offered it because Ruby craved it. Her eagerness came unhindered, stimuted by Raisa’s pee filling her mouth. Soon, it rolled inside her mouth, spshing her tongue, leaving its taste. And she eagerly drank.

  Raisa’s urine. Her pee. Her golden nectar. Her piss. That which flowed inside, all warm, fresh. That which Ruby consumed willingly. And oh... the taste! None can describe. Not one taste. No. Salty, spicy, bitter, sour. A hint of metallic. Those words failed when describing Raisa’s fvour, because her taste went beyond mere physical senses. Raisa’s pee that Ruby cravingly swallowed tasted delicious.

  With each swallow she gulped, she savoured Raisa’s piss. Her scent filled Ruby’s nostril. And oh, her musk! How intoxicating! The scent remained.

  But it wasn’t easy. Her throat rebelled. Her brain protested. Her gag senses revolted. Too strong. Too thick. Too hot. Too much of everything. But when Crystal rubbed her jaw and held them wide open, all became easy. Raisa’s pee caressed her throat, its trail warmly exciting. Then it settled deep in Ruby’s stomach. Urine filled her insides. All hers.

  Another swallow. Thicker. Pungent. Intoxicating.

  What Raisa gave, Ruby consumed. Her pee became Ruby’s essence.

  “Don’t spill any drop, Ruby. Drink it all,” said Jade.

  Another swallow.

  Another one.

  Then Raisa’s flow sckened. Gradually, her urine stream thinned, easing. Her flow tapered. No longer forceful. Eventually, Raisa’s st drop filled Ruby’s mouth. A final offering. An offering she accepted.

  “Swallow it, witchling.” Her words carried command. A command that Ruby obeyed.

  Raisa’s taste lingered. Ruby’s throat, her belly, her whole body carried Raisa’s offering. That which used to fill her now filled Ruby. And Raisa’s pee settled, heavy, inside her.

  “Wonderful. Clean my cunt, witchling.”

  Ruby didn’t need words, for Raisa’s parted legs beckoned. For Ruby, Raisa’s glistening bia proved alluring. Her lips shone, begging Ruby’s tongue. Her flesh spoke volumes and Ruby’s tongue answered, tracing her flesh, swallowing, licking, caressing her bia, rolling, taking it all. Again. And Again.

  “You are wonderful, witchling. But my legs are tiring. Come, let’s rest.”

  Ruby pulled herself upright. But she failed when Amber hugged her close. Her mouth tched onto Ruby’s lips, kissing her, drawing all that Ruby tasted, ciming the leftover of Raisa’s piss. Then came Opal. Her tongue swiped Ruby’s lips, exploring Raisa’s fvour, leaving her gasping. When Jade kissed, she sucked Ruby’s tongue. Crystal, too eager, didn’t waste time. Her mouth covered Ruby’s, tongue probing, licking. Her palm rested upon Ruby’s tummy, rubbing and pressing. Ruby burped. A belch full of Raisa’s offering.

  “Now, don’t you spill any. Take all of me inside you.”

  “I... I...” Words failed Ruby. Not because she cked them. No. Words failed because they weren’t needed. What Ruby sought, Raisa’s pee within her belly already provided. “I didn’t spill any. I took all you gave inside me.”

  With Raisa’s palm behind, Ruby sank. When she settled, Raisa’s palm spread beneath, caressing Ruby’s panties. Raisa’s firm breasts brushed Ruby’s chin. Her scent filled her nostrils, its allure demanding and irresistible.

  And her lips, soft, full, eager. When Raisa kissed her, Ruby’s world became a firework. All senses converged where their lips touched. Every part, all of Ruby, became Raisa. Her tongue, exploring, seeking Ruby’s taste, demanded surrender. Her fingers, teasing Ruby’s panties, snaking to press on her bia.

  Ruby moaned.

  Twin pair of lips assaulted her breasts, one on each. Her nipples became their pythings. Hands cupped her ass, parting them. Ruby didn’t need her sight to know when someone licked her inner thigh. She melted when her panties were yanked down. Fingers expertly worked, parting her bia. Yet, instead of diving, two tongues and Raisa’s fingers explored her perineum and rear fuck hole.

  But her pussy remained untouched.

  Ruby couldn’t protest. Raisa’s tongue stole her words. And continued to do so with her unrelenting kiss. Nor could she seek relief through writhing. Four pairs of hands held her limbs. Opal, she could distinguish, pinned her hips, holding her legs open. She could also perceive Opal’s chin between her thighs, resting atop her crotch. Crystal joined Raisa’s finger, exploring Ruby’s asshole. Where Raisa penetrated with her digits, loosening her sphincter muscles, Crystal followed by tongue fucking her ass.

  But nobody stimuted where Ruby needed.

  Her brain could focus only on her vagina. Her soaked bia. Her throbbing clit. Her moist inner lips. Her insides.

  All empty. So empty.

  She pressed tight against Raisa. Ruby’s tongue lost its battle, submitting. Her nether lips quivered, begging for stimution. Her rear hole clenched, squeezing Crystal.

  Raisa’s fingers, Amber’s lips, Opal’s chin, Jade’s tongue, Crystal’s anal tongue-fucking her — they all worked together. When Amber’s fingers squeezed her nipples, harder than normal, when Raisa stretched her puckered hole with two digits for Crystal to fuck more, it became slightly painful. But also, oh, fuck... so, fuck... delightful!

  Ruby came. A minor explosion.

  Yet she needed one deep, explosive orgasm. Firing nerves. Engulfing her body. Deep satisfaction.

  Opal moved. Her hands parted Ruby’s bia further, stretching them apart, giving her cunt a wonderful sensation. Then Ruby shuddered. Not because Opal pressed hard on her clitoral hood. No, she didn’t. Instead, she softly licked Ruby’s clit. Just one flick.

  But it took Ruby beyond all physical realm. If Raisa’s kiss stole her will, Opal’s flicking tongue forced Ruby beyond. Her inner nerve exploded. Her inner walls convulsed, clutching emptiness, and her belly threatened to explode with whatever of Raisa she tried to contain inside.

  But Opal, cruel, pulled her tongue. Leaving her clit wanting. Again. Ruby needed only one final stimution. Not her ass. Not her tits. Nor her lips. No. None. Only her cunt will set her free.

  Ruby thrust against Raisa’s thigh. Needing stimution. Needing someone, anyone, anyway, to stimute her demanding vagina.

  As though receiving the proper signal, Opal parted her outer bia, kissing her inner lips, pying with them. Ruby bucked, unable to remain submissive. She thrusted, responding to Opal’s ministrations. Just two quick flicks along her pussy lips and one swirly on her clit. That’s all.

  Fuck!

  Ruby cmped her asshole. Her cunt. Every muscle coiled tight. Tighter than ever. Her clit, stimuted, yearned for further. One caress.

  Ruby came.

  Opal liberated the want of her clit, letting it throb.

  Her orgasm wrecked her, exploding deep, resonating through her inner muscles. One final stimution came. Through her belly.

  All thoughts, sensations, pleasure, shudders, tingling — everything became her body’s reaction. When its journey ended, her body and self, contented, demanded nothing. Ruby became bliss.

  Raisa pushed herself, gasping. Ruby opened her dazed, blurry orbs, and spittle covered lips.

  “So beautiful. Now I need release, sweet witchling,” said Raisa. “But that can wait. Cradling your adorable post-session face is worth more.”

  Ruby blushed. An attention she wasn’t used to. She shyly bowed her head. Eyes closed to get lost in the moment. The sounds of fucking continued among the four girls beside, and Raisa’s ministrations resided with Ruby.

  “Witchlings, may I request you all to pause your little exhibitions for a while? I propose we move somewhere more private and comfortable, so we may continue to explore each other.”

  All five nodded in agreement. With Opal helping Ruby, Raisa helping Opal, Crystal helping Raisa, Amber helping Crystal, they all formed one line. Raisa’s leading gave them strength.

  Through opulent stairs, Raisa led them. Steps upon which each motion meant more silent grabs and giggles. Raisa was still naked and unbothered by nudity. She walked with allure and the same power as before. Her presence, though guiding, was still gentle and encouraging her companions to naughty explorations. Just before they stepped beyond a vish threshold, Raisa took Ruby’s lips one more time, sealing her acceptance. Her kiss carried the taste unique to her. Taste, Ruby realised, she will come to recognise whenever they may meet.

  Raisa waited while they crossed the threshold. Beyond, the chamber could only belong to the mightiest of witches. Cssical elegance, timeless chic, Victorian influences mixed, defining the tastefully decorated suite. Opal sauntered ahead to lie sprawled on a divan, welcoming the others.

  Crystal sauntered towards the seat. From her position, Ruby admired the view, taking in Opal, whose spread legs offered a clear invitation to the others. Crystal soon joined her, their bodies making love, slowly, to melt one to the next. Amber joined them, soon followed by Jade. And below the three girls, Opal looked serene; while Crystal buried her lips, her tongue darted; while Amber fondled her tits, sucking her nipples; while Jade gripped her ass, all three vied between Opal’s breasts, her tummy, her belly, her thighs.

  Four girls, lost in caresses they found each other.

  And Raisa, mighty and mature Raisa, strolled past them, uninterested. Though she spared them a casual gnce and her knowing smirk graced them, her steps carried purpose. A purpose Ruby suddenly found herself craving.

  She clicked her tongue in feigned disappointment. “Young ones. No patience and no imagination. Look around you, sweet witchlings. Seek and enhance. Then, enjoy.”

  Her words carried command. Even Jade, whose tongue probed Opal’s cunt, pulled back. They quickly set about finding hidden secrets, exploring wardrobe and cupboards and hidden alcoves in walls. Whatever they found only released squeals of excitements which made Ruby deliberately want to wander. Only Raisa’s pull stopped her from joining.

  When the girls returned, Ruby’s jaw dropped. Just when she thought they couldn’t get any more erotic, they surprised her more.

  Jade opted for a foxgirl look, complete with faux-animal ears, butt plug fluffy tail, legging and hand gloves that even gave her soft fur covered limbs and the mask she fastened on her face consolidated the look. Even the long silken robe that she draped over her contained images of witches frolicking under a moonlit night. When she pushed the robes aside, her predatory look was accentuated by a poking cock, a very realistic one, with a deep red lipstick tip. It looked very organic and definitely not human. Too small, but still adorably cute on Jade.

  Amber, on the contrary, transformed into an elegant princess in a masked ball. Her lovely gown sparkled a sharp silver, hugging her lithe body. Her cleavage teased, inviting Ruby’s imagination. When she fluttered her bck fan teasingly dispying pussies, Ruby’s imagination became her eagerness. She reached down below to lift the hem of her dress and presented her delicious strap-on cock with a coquettish lower bite to her lips. She gave her hips a small turn, setting her cock to dance.

  Raisa’s face became one of sheer lust.

  “I can’t wait to fuck Raisa’s ass and then we take turn with her pussy.” Pying a princess did not liberate her from her uncouth words. In fact, her dirty talk and her appearance were all that Raisa needed.

  Crystal decided subtlety suited her. A pure satin babydoll molded her curves. Her hair, gelled, teased, created contrasting interpy between elegant rich girl appeal and naughty wet dreams. Her filmy panties barely covered her cute slit and her adorable mound peeped through. But it wasn’t her semi transparent gown and string panties alone that crafted her appeal. A tiny kitty tail and matching ears stole all Ruby’s attention.

  Opal’s appearance, her bold and sassy self, surprised Ruby. Of all the four, Opal’s choice matched her. Only her innocent maid outfit revealed much, allowing her cunt and bare ass exposed. She moved on all four with a colr around her neck and the leash held by Crystal. Though she dispyed her shapely buttocks, all Ruby found herself seeking was where her wet outer lips melded with her thighs.

  Raisa took control. Without hesitation, she moved Amber forward, guiding her steps till she aligned her cock properly. “Opal, open your mouth. You are getting it stuffed soon.”

  Ruby watched wide-eyed, wishing it was her lips readying. Ready. For Amber’s cock.

  Opal eagerly opened her mouth wide. Taking position, she swallowed Amber’s tip, slurping hungrily. Her soft gagging sounds filled the space while Ruby’s racing heartbeats reached her ears.

  Soon, Raisa moved to Crystal. She stroked her body through the flimsy fabric, moving past her belly, migrating slowly upwards. She cupped Crystal’s tit, squeezing them, stroking her nipples. When Raisa pinched her nipple, she released Crystal’s pleasure through moans.

  “I heard you wish to fuck my ass, witchling. Are you excited?”

  Amber nodded.

  “Opal, get her prepared for my ass.” Raisa took Amber’s gown-hidden cock and added it to Opal’s mouth. “Since I am feeling rather aroused tonight, put on a show for me first.”

  A blush settled when Ruby understood the words.

  Opal crawled closer to the two cocks fucking her mouth. One foxgirl cock and another smooth cock, both glistening with her saliva, pushed in and out with small careful thrusts. Opal raised and gathered Amber’s gown further, passed it on to Amber’s hands, before inserting two digits into her rear. Simultaneous fucking.

  Raisa soon changed tactics, demanding oral services while she pleasured Crystal through pinching her nipples, stroking her clit.

  Next, Raisa ripped Crystal’s silken babydoll, stripping her naked. Her tongue brushed Crystal’s nipples, coating them one side. When Jade inserted her index finger, she soon fucked Raisa’s ass, all the while Ruby watched, entranced.

  “She is ready for anal fuck,” said Jade. “Ruby, would you like to wear a strap-on and join? I saw a nice purple one. It would look super cute on you.”

  Ruby already decided the mental image of something, neither organic nor pstic, jutting from between her legs, uninteresting, even though Amber and Jade conveyed a fucking hot image.

  “Not my thing.” Ruby did not eborate further.

  “Fair enough,” replied Crystal. Further words were stolen when Raisa flicked with a slurp sound on her cunt. “Lick me, Mommy. Please.”

  “That’s her kink,” said Amber over the sounds of Opal’s deep-throating.

  Crystal was unabashed as she ogled Raisa in her disarrayed babydoll and seemingly innocent eyes. “Will you, Mommy?”

  “Is that so...” Raisa purposefully dragged, letting the tension in Crystal build. “Do you know what happens to naughty little girls in sweet kitty outfit?”

  “W-What, mommy? What will happen?”

  “Lots. And lots. Of. Spanking... by their mommies.” Raisa proved her point by spping Crystal’s wet cunt.” Another small sp followed, nowhere hard but loud enough to make Crystal squeal.

  Jade’s interest also peaked. “Mommy? Do you spank any naughty foxgirls?”

  “I love naughty foxgirls. So come, naughty one, receive Mommy Raisa’s love.”

  Jade didn’t need further coaxing. With her robe parted, she revealed her ass, her strap-on bouncing cutely.

  Raisa responded quickly, stroking her, running her palms lovingly. “Do you need Mommy’s love?”

  “Yes, Mommy. But Mommy Raisa has three holes. And where will my cock go first?”

  The innocence in Jade and Crystal’s act undid a lot of knots in Ruby — simply impossible to remain a passive onlooker any more. She needed to get in on the action.

  Raisa beckoned them all closer, till she occupied the space between Jade’s kitsune cock and Amber’s strap-on penis. While Crystal wiggled suggestively on the divan, Raisa gestured Amber to lie on the floor and wordlessly, Opal took the lead in lifting her gown. She raised the artificial cock up, readying it for Raisa to fuck herself. And Jade assisted Raisa. On her fours, her butt plug tail ready, her kitsune cock swayed.

  Raisa waited till Opal gave her a signal. Assisted by Jade, a slight pang of pain bloomed on Raisa’s face, but only for a brief instant, as she impaled her ass on Amber’s waiting dildo. After the initial bit of resistance and with a plop sound, Raisa’s derriere was filled. Amber’s strap-on cock smmed against Raisa’s sphincter.

  As Raisa settled into a flow, she gestured with a nod for Jade to stand and present her cute foxgirl cocklet. “Bear with me, it has been a while since I enjoyed a kitsune py. Your foxgirl penis will go into Mommy Raisa’s mouth.”

  Raisa took Jade’s cocklet fully inside her mouth. Slurping followed immediately, wordlessly affirming their unspoken agreement. A good full minute passed while Raisa showed her skill. On the floor, she squat, her ass impaled, and in the front, her mouth worked on the faux-fox penis. Meanwhile, Raisa’s body kept moving, fucking Amber’s fake dick while her tongue rolled all about Jade’s lovely one. Their moans only conveyed raw lust.

  “How are Amber and Jade moaning? It’s fake right?” Ruby spilled her curiosity.

  That actually prompted Raisa to pause. She ignored the sounds of frustrated protest from Jade when she spoke to Ruby. “Powerful orgasms start in the head, not elsewhere. Organs are a conduit to it.”

  “B-But...”

  “Ruby, I will tell all about it ter.” Opal stumbled swiftly into a mediator role. “Now come join Raisa before she ends up fucking herself silly.”

  A dreamy expression appeared upon Jade’s beautiful features, accentuated her mysticism, her sheer radiance when Raisa returned her attention. Again, she took Jade’s fake cock, letting her moans spill. Raisa’s knees settled between Amber’s spread thighs, till her perineum pushed against Amber’s pubic region, squishing, throbbing. Then, Raisa took one final suck, taking all Jade offered inside her mouth. From her viewpoint, Ruby observed the shudders in Amber, meeting Raisa’s pounding ass, penetrating deeper, fucking her faster.

  Her mouth occupied to the thrust of Jade’s enthusiasm, Raisa gestured with her fingertip at Crystal to sit of Amber’s face. A task that proved no less of a challenge given the willing eagerness of Crystal. Squatting and facing each other, the sheer lusty in Crystal, punctuated by an expression born of Amber’s tongue hitting her at all the correct pces, she reached out to Raisa.

  “Will Mommy give attention to kitty girl too?” she purred, eliciting Raisa to pinch and py with her perky nipples. In response, Crystal tched onto Raisa’s nipple with her lips.

  Opal, the only one remaining, pulled an ottoman, stood on it to give Jade access to her own pussy. She lifted and wrapped a leg around Jade, trapping her mouth and tongue to her cunt. Soon, she threw back her head, as Jade started her tongue assault.

  The sight before Ruby...

  ... of all five fucking each other’s brains out...

  ... of a mature Raisa serviced by willing young witches ... Raisa, influential witch Raisa, fucking herself on her ass with the faux cock of a Victorian princess while sucking a cute kitsune girl penis... getting her titties sucked by a demure cat girl calling her Mommy in between...

  ... the entire scenario seduced Ruby.

  Their erotic images impnted within her memory. Of all the sights, Amber’s restrained writhing form, reacting each time Raisa pushed her ass down, pushed itself upon her.

  Slowly, pulled by the allure, Ruby crawled. She weaved between swooning Amber and slurping Crystal to reach Raisa’s aching cunt. When she pced her lips on it, Raisa’s bia reacted in a way as though they were waiting for her. Then she added her tongue. Slowly. Carefully. Her tongue met Raisa’s engorged clitoris. It throbbed as thought meant only for Ruby to quell.

  Raisa moaned through Jade’s thrusting cock. And Ruby responded, thrusting her tongue. Deep.

  All six bodies joined together. Moans mingled. Mouths met. Cunts rubbed. Cocks thrust. Bodies melded.

  Their rhythm flowed, attuning naturally, fucking each others.

  Raisa, experienced Raisa, orchestrated their pace. Each time she thrust, Ruby matched her movements. Each time she slowed, Ruby followed her pace. And whenever she took Jade’s faux kitsune cock all inside her mouth, Ruby sucked Raisa’s cunt hard. When Raisa pressed on Amber’s penis, Ruby caressed Raisa’s cunt gently. Raisa fucked Amber’s strap-on dildo faster. Deeper.

  With Raisa’s anal passage squeezing Amber’s strap-on, Ruby’s tongue worshiping Raisa’s pussy, Crystal’s mouth sucking her breast, Raisa came. Her orgasm bloomed through her thighs, squeezing Amber’s legs, trapping Crystal, shaking uncontrolbly. And Ruby tasted her cunt juice.

  Her cunt quivering, Raisa pulled her ass, releasing Amber’s strap-on cock. Then, her lips disengaged, releasing Jade’s foxgirl cocklet, leaving it coated. Ruby moved, withdrawing her mouth, watching Raisa, her powerful Raisa, shudder through her post orgasm bliss, contentment etched all over.

  “That’s wonderful. So, wonderful, my sweet witchlings. Now, may I propose we switch it all, that is, if you are willing to take directions from an experienced witch.”

  That suggestion brought uncontrolled enthusiasm in all four girls who still needed their release. The mask and make-up did very little to hide the heavy lidded expression on Jade — an expression of someone halted in the middle of an orgasm. She needed more, as did Crystal. Amber still thrust and ground her hips, as though the faux organ on her hips were real.

  Opal took Raisa’s spot, using her derriere hole to continuing fucking Amber’s temporary penis. Her lips resumed the ministration on Jade’s kitsune cock, bringing back the orgasmic expression to her face. Small whimpering sounds escaped Jade’s throat, cute and adorable in their own way.

  Ruby abstained from indulging, instead choosing to cradle Raisa’s head in her p. Both admired the expressions ravaging Jade’s face, her eye rolls, her lips drawn in, the heavy exhales and shudders — whatever Opal did, and whatever Raisa did to her fake cock, their effect was visible on Jade’s body.

  “How is this happening?” asked Ruby, her fingers pushed stray locks from Raisa’s face. “Is it because of magic? I mean, Jade is clearly orgasming, but that’s not her thing.”

  “Because she imagines herself as a kitsune with a cock. That triggers all the psychological response.”

  “But she is a girl. Doesn’t she get... dysphoria?” Ruby carefully uttered the st word with the same caution of one who treading on razor bdes.

  “We are all different, witchling. Some might. Yes. They might get dysphoria. Others, not so much. Some, like Jade, would even get a powerful orgasm from the mental stimution. Truth is you cannot put anyone in a pigeon hole. If you go that way, your notion will always be challenged.”

  “But I don’t understand.”

  “That’s because you are trying to understand, witchling. Instead, try accepting. You will find answers ter.”

  Raisa’s words only highlighted one truth. Ruby realized her preconceived notion may have prevented her from experiencing much. Just like when Agathe drank her pee; Ruby even refused to kiss Agathe. Now, she willingly drank Raisa’s and with it came the realisation of what made Agathe fixate on the act. To accept something that was inside another; drinking piss went beyond ordinary. Something that was processed and released from Raisa, she now took and filled her belly with it — to become a part of her, to undergo the same change that Raisa did. The act became a representation, an adoration of Raisa in her own way, just as Agathe did to her. Piss, it became their shared essence to process.

  “You are lost in thought, witchling.” Raisa stood and fetched a pitcher of liquid. She took Ruby’s lips and touch the rim of the vessel. Her action, despite their tenderness, carried a forceful strength that brokered no refusal. “Drink now. You drank my pee. This drink helps to maintain your body pH and hygiene too.”

  Ruby’s taste buds soon tasted fresh lime juice, tangy cintro, subtle left over traces of saffron and a few herbs she could identify if she diverted her mind. It tasted deliciously wonderful, cleansing her tongue. When she emptied it, Raisa filled it, offering it again.

  “Is it your first exploration with piss drinking?” asked Crystal, her face was still contorted with pleasure and her hips gyrated on Amber’s face, but the naughty smirk remained. “You did amazing. Never thought you will hold it all.”

  “There was this girl, Agathe. French, I think. She drank mine before the dance.”

  “Agathe? Brown curls, eyes that change colour depending on how the light falls?” Crystal paused to let a moan and continued to grind on Amber’s face. “That Agathe?”

  “Yes, that Agathe with her cute French accent.”

  Despite her spiking pleasure, Crystal actually ughed. “She is no French. She is Flemish. Also she is fully capable of talking without that faux-french accent. Little shit only does that accent to newcomers when she wants to get something. Ruby, if she did the French accent with you, then you got tricked.”

  Ruby grabbed the filled pitcher and took a swig. “I need to fix something.” Then, she marched out.

  The initial sweep failed to find Agathe. Not even in the dies room, she hung around, which is what Ruby suspected. Agathe was either busy collecting nectar from other girls or she was consummate in hide-and-seek. Ruby’s searches refused to yield Agathe’s location but instead garnered the attention of Or.

  “I’m looking for Agathe.”

  “Oh, I saw her following another couple towards the balcony.” Rhea, who enjoyed the attention of a calm moment in the arms of Or until a few moments ago, dispersed the sudden irateness in her expressions with professional celerity.

  “Did this girl bother you?” Or was suddenly all concerns and maternally worrying in her approach. She even ignored the subtle snort from Rhea, her attention was singurly tched on Ruby now.

  “S-she stole pee from me.”

  “Pee? Is that something people steal?”

  “It’s complicated to expin. She cheated me of my pee.” Ruby gnced at Rhea, hoping for assistance and was met with a shrug.

  When Ruby turned to leave, Or’s hand arrested her mid-step. “Look, the way I see it, you seem to have picked a fight with this girl.” The concern in Or’s touch, the softness and worry, flowed from their point of contact. “I don’t want your first ball to end with you making enemies.”

  “Yes. Listen to your Mama Or,” added Rhea with contorted mirth. “Don’t get into pissing competition with strange girls.”

  Or rolled her eyes and continued. “Let me come with you. I am your chaperone today and the responsibility falls on me.”

  Even Ruby knew that was a part-lie and a part-truth. Or’s issues were more maternal than cited. So together, they marched up the stairs towards where Rhea pointed. They found Agathe in one corner, silent and almost blending with the vines creeping up the wall, watching another couple in their ecstatic moans.

  “You...” Words failed and not even Or’s calming hand on her shoulder could prevent the accusation from dropping.

  “?a roule, Ruby?”

  “De rien.” Watching her amused expression, Ruby continued. “Vas-y, Allez-y. Of course, I speak French, you dumb bitch. My surname is Gand and my preferred other surname is Spenard.”

  “Je suis désolée.” Agathe gave her heartstrings-tugging apologetic look.

  “Oi, drop the accent and the act. I know you pulled that one on purpose.” With the satisfaction of someone holding all the cards, Ruby forced Agathe to kneel. One more long swig Ruby took from the pitcher before passing it to Or. Her hands carried her resolution when she lifted Agathe’s face.

  “It’s simple and good-natured joke with a small dash of French, Ruby,” Agathe pleaded.

  “Let me show you a Belgian joke.” Ruby’s voice tethered to a dangerous predatory note, almost proving that she was every bit Morgane’s daughter. “You are going to drink from Jaenecke pis now.”

  Ruby quickly lifted her gown. Assisted by Or with holding her gathered fabrics, she parted her legs, bia spread and pointed at Agathe.

  “Now open.” Ruby commanded.

  Further coy attempts from Agathe were culled. Ruby pinch her nose tight, forcing her to breathe with her mouth open. “You are getting it one-way, salope.”

  Ruby focused, letting her pubic region, her perineal tissue, her anal sphincter, rex. Then, she contracted them. A trickle. Her trickle became a fast-flowing stream. Her golden stream. Her piss, her urine, gushed and spshed hitting Agathe’s tongue hard. It poured all inside her deliberately opened mouth, filling Agathe’s, forcing her to gulp faster. The fact that Or watched, helped to handle her dress while she performed the act on Agathe only accelerated the excitement in Ruby. She increased her flow, pushing a forceful ejection. Her urethra constricted with ser precision, aiming exactly between Agathe’s parted lips. All flowed inside. They filled Agathe’s inside. Her tummy filled with Ruby’s piss — golden yellow — her essence which her body processed; Agathe’s tongue will remember its taste.

  Ruby loved watching Agathe’s lips, the inside of her mouth coated with her golden rush. When her stream tapered, Ruby’s bia quivered, releasing one st spurt.

  Then, she pulled Agathe’s face for the long awaited passionate kiss. No judgement. No restraint. Only sheer affection resided in the kiss of the girl who held the fmes of adoration for her. Agathe’s kiss, her saliva, presented sweet undertones. Their tongues met, seeking and caressing each others and Ruby tasted herself, her piss, through their tongue.

  Eventually when Ruby parted and turned to leave, Agathe called. “Ruby, mademoiselle Sohrensdottir, would you be interested in more French... like ménage à trois?”

  “No, thanks. My daughter needs her rest.”

  Her whole world of suppressed fantasy and craving shattered with Or’s announcement. The dint of volition it took to maintain her poker face upon hearing Or’s rejection was indescribable. Ruby followed with her head hung low.

  ElenaV