Coven (Closed for littlewaif.)

*Six months ago*

"Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtowers of the East, Mighty Ones of Air, realm of thought, I do summon, stir and call you up, to witness our rites and guard our Circle tonight." Jacen called out as he stared at his coven mate, Blaise while he drew the lines of a pentagram in the sand before him.

*A year ago.*

"Whats your name?" Jacen asked the girl with her flame red hair before taking a long drag on his smoke.

"Blaise." She answered.

"Cute, its like your parents knew your element from birth... Welcome to the coven, Blaise..." Jacen said as he pushed off the wall he'd been leaning against and reached out to ruffle her hair before going back into the coven house.

*Back to the ritual.*

"So mote it be." The four said in unison, drawing Jacen's thoughts back to the ritual at hand. He continued to look a her with hunger in his eyes as she began to speak.

"Guardians of the Watchtowers of the South, Mighty Ones of Fire, realm of passion, I do summon, stir and call you up, to witness our rites and guard our Circle tonight." Blaise entoned as she drew her portion of the pentagram.

"So mote it be." They all responded.

Response: So Mote it Be!

"Guardians of the Watchtowers of the West, Mighty Ones of Water, realm of intuition, I do summon, stir and call you up, to witness our rites and guard our Circle tonight." Ariel spoke while drawing.

"So mote it be." They answered.

"Guardians of the Watchtowers of the North, Mighty Ones of Earth, realm of substance, I do summon, stir and call you up, to witness our rites and guard our Circle tonight." Jianna said as she watched Jacen watching Blaise while she drew the last part of the pentagram.

"So mote it be..." They all said again, Jacen, under his before licking his lips.

*Later that night.*

Jacen was walking past Blaise's room on his way to his own as he lit a cigarette. He looked up to notice that her door was cracked. Silently, he snuck over and peeked in while taking a drag. He saw her standing in front of a mirror, not wearing a top. He grinned as he leaned quietly against the door frame, nudging the door open wider with his knee. She looked up and noticed him in the mirror and used the top she was about to put on to cover herself.

"Hey..." He said casually, taking another drag. "Your door wasn't latched." He added as he stepped into her room, looking about. He noticed her bra discarded upon her bed. "Got a hot date tonight or something?" He asked, comming a step closer to her.

Blaise was studying herself critically in the mirror as she dressed... her silky red hair fell in loose curls to the center of her shoulder blades, her eyes, smoldering ashen gray, her skin, unblemished china white, her bowed lips painted bright red... when she heard her door creak open and saw Jacen's crooked smile. Blaise shielded her pale, naked breasts from Jacen, as he walked closer, not seeming to care that she was half-naked, not seeming uncomfortable at all as he drew closer to her, drawing another drag into his lungs, coming up behind her so close that he was looking over her left shoulder into the mirror.

Their eyes met in the mirror, and Blaise was unsettled and transported by the way his eyes seemed to see straight into her. It made her spine shiver a little. She held the black blouse she had chosen for herself over her breasts with her right arm and lifted her left arm over her shoulder to take the cigarette from between his lips. She put it to her own, taking in a slow, steadying drag to ease her nerves. There had always been a crackle between them, but he had never been this bold with her, so she was being bold right back. She took the cigarette from between her ruby lips and let the smoke snake from between them sensually, the infrequent dose of nicotine soothing her racing heart. "I don't have a hot date, yet."

Jacen watched Blaise silently as she stole the cigarette from his lips. He left them parted as his eyes drifted to mere slits, something like a contented wild cat contimplating his next meal. He breathed in some of the smoke that she let curl from her ruby lips, his eyes widening with hunger. In his mind, he saw himself turn her about, pinning her against the mirror with his body so that he could steal a kiss from her. One so passionate that they shared the breath left in their lungs.

He blinked once as she said she hadn't had a date, yet, snapping back into reality. "I'm not surprised, Blaise, after all, when you play with fire, you're bound to get burned." He whispered in her ear as he leaned close, his hand drifting along her arm as he retrieved his smoke from the vee of her fingers. "Unless you know what you're doing, of course." He added as he stepped back, giving her space to move while taking another drag, his eyes lingering on her in the mirror.

"Beltane's comming soon..." He said as he turned around with a lop sided grin, so that she could finish dressing. He went to her bed and flopped down, propping himself up on his elbows, finishing his cigarette. "You and I are favored to be Goddess and Horned One..."

Jacen propped himself on her bed, still watching her bare back as she slid her blouse over her head, and tightened the string that tied around the waist, looping the ends into a bow.

"I'm not surprised, Blaise, after all, when you play with fire, you're bound to get burned, unless you know what you're doing, of course."

A flame danced in her eyes wickedly as she contemplated asking him 'And- do you think you know what you're doing?' But she didn't say the words. She didn't want to provoke Jacen, she knew it was a bad idea.

Jacen had a cool, controlled exterior, when he could maintain it, but she knew that he was driven by powerful, hot gusts of passion, energy, power. The blustering energy he concealed was what drew her to him. It fueled her fire. Emboldened her.

But she knew that if he wanted to, he could stoke her into an uncontrollable, fiery vortex, or else extinguish her completely. So she was careful with Jacen. In fact, she often avoided him for fear that the balance would tip someday, and she would be consumed.

But she could always feel his eyes upon her. And when he was close, she could feel herself come alive, more than usual, prickle under his gaze. The dangerous dance they danced was intoxicating, though never had pushed the others' boundaries much.

Tonight his stormy energy was palpable, even teasing.

"Beltane's coming soon... You and I are favored to be Goddess and Horned One..."

Blaise lifted a brow softly, plopping softly onto the bed next to him. Did that mean that they would be ritually joined in sex magic? The idea delighted and frightened her more than she cared voice. She could feel the warmth of his body radiating from him. It made her shiver softly.

"How soon?" she replied.

Jacen watched Blaise as she finished dressing, noticing the bow knot she tied at the small of her back, the image of undoing her cloths like he was unwrapping a present drifted through his mind, and he smiled over it, nearly forgetting to breath.

She came over and plopped down next to him and out of courtesy he offered her the last couple drags left to his smoke. "A few weeks, maybe less, Jianna and Ariel say it all depends on when the energy's are right. Between you and me, I don't think Jianna's too pleased with it. I get the feeling that she'd rather she were in my place... How do you feel about the whole thing Blaise? I mean... We've never even kissed."

Blaise smiled in a crooked way and took the cigarette out from between his fingertips when he offered. She didn't smoke a lot, mostly because she liked it too much. Naturally. But due to the infrequency, cigarettes really did give her a buzz, making her head spin more than a hit off a joint.

"I get the feeling that she'd rather she were in my place...How do you feel about the whole thing Blaise? I mean... We've never even kissed."

His eyes were so watchful on her face as she spoke, that it seemed he would know the answer to his question no matter what she said...

"Well, I definitely think you're a better embodiment of male sexuality than Jianna..." she grinned softly, "And if it would make you feel less nervous," she added, teasing him now, "I would let you kiss me once, for practice."

Jacen rolled his own smokes with a mix of tobacco and Cannabis. He'd become used to them but others often weren't, so he couldn't help but smile as Blaise took to it with seductive ease. "Yeah, I am that, if nothing else..." Jacen said with a nod, reguarding Jianna's interest in Blaise.

He arched his brow as Blaise offered to let him kiss her. "Just once?" He asked as he shifted on the bed so that he faced her, resting his head on one hand while he reached over to brush a strand of her hair back from her face. "Practice makes perfect after all..." He teased back even as he leaned in to take her up on her offer, moistening his lips as he did.

He pressed them against Blaises, chastely at first, then her parted his own and drew against hers with gliding, sensual grace, coaxing a response from her.

Blaise wetted her thumb and forefinger and pinched the last smolders of the little cigarette out with a hiss. The burn of the extinguishing fire on her fingertips and the few drags she had taken had her blood boiling more than usual. Though naturally warm-blooded, she could feel her body radiating a glowing heat. He was teasing out the heat in her. His tone was so, so cool but she could see the electricity in his eyes.

"Just once? Practice makes perfect after all..."

Without waiting for a response, his lips were on hers with unexpected softness and finesse. His tongue panted her lips and her tongue ebbed back like hot, wet velvet against it. She suckled his lower lip softly into her mouth and dragged her teeth softly over the flesh. She couldn't help it. Blaise had an addictive nature that should not, could not be tempted without flaring something dangerous within her. And he knew it. And she knew he knew it.

There was a hunger in her now that flickered with a deadly restlessness. As she pulled away from his kiss there was an almost lupine grin on his face that made her spine shiver. He was still propped on his elbows on the bed when Blaise ended she kiss and threw one thigh over his lap, straddling him boldly. He hadn't seen this part of her before. Her skintight jeans did nothing to contain the searing heat radiating from her body.

Her hands started to pat down the front of his jeans, and Jacen was surprised at her forwardness, but a moment later, the touches stopped when Blaise found what she was looking for. She pulled a cigarette case from the front pocket of his jeans. As she expected, there was a neat row of thin, handrolled cigarettes twisted shut at either end.

She pulled one loose from the cigarette case and tossed it back on the bed beside him. She liked smoking too much. She hadn't let herself in a very long time. But the kiss had sparked a powerful reaction from her fiery nature. His very energy, his very essence, fed her.

She put the little cigarette to her lips, pinching it softly between two fingers. Without lighting it, she breathed in deeply, the end supernaturally singeing red hot. She took in a deep lungful and let out a curling cloud of smoke between the two of them. She tasted the herb cut into the tobacco this time, and her lips quirked into a soft smile.

She was sitting back in his lap now, her heat pressed directly against him, her shyness dissipating as quickly as the smoke had. "Hope you don't mind," she said, offering him his own cigarette back.

Jacen remained calm and cool as always on the outside but behind his eyes a wild storm of passion was starting to form. The warmth of her velvet tongue having sparked it to life, and in turn, seemingly lighting her afire. He hadn't planned any of this, but when Blaise straddled him, Jacen knew they were on the verge of something powerful, even dangerous. Instead of qualing though, he only continued to grin.

Feeling the heat of her loins press against his groin, even through her too tight jeans, he lay back while she patted her hands down his front, lacing his fingers behind his head. He had been expecting her to undo his jeans, so was mildly surprised when she slipped her hand into his right front pocket. His smokes, that was what she was after. He smiled, a genuine smile as he propped himself back up on his elbows in anticipation of sharing another with her.

There was no doubt about it, he'd lit her up with that kiss, and now he was going to burn, he thought, but damn it would be worth it, like Prometheus stealing fire from the gods. As Blaise exhaled Jacen was there to breath it in. Sitting up fully now, he closed the distance between them even while she leaned back, exhaling. He took the offered cigarette from her and drew in deeply, holding it in as he pressed his lips to hers once more, breathing out slowly to share the smoke with her in a second kiss. This one was a writing snake of passion between them. While they kissed Jacen slid his hand from Blaise's neck down to caress her right breast firmly in the palm of his hand, where he still held their smoke.

Her soft lips pressed into his and the shotgunned hit snaked into her mouth. It was as though he was breathing a piece of his soul into her body, that was the level of intensity that passed between them in the kiss. Her tongue flicked against his as she held the smoke in her lungs, and as she pulled back from the kiss, her weight rested again on his pelvis, the heat and friction between them giving her the boldness to rock against him a little, riding his body through their clothes with wicked gentleness, with never quite enough pressure to gratify him. She rolled her head back, eyes closed and released the hit into the air above her. She looked magnificently powerful, the essence of fiery passion. It had been so long she'd kept the flame within her tamed. She leaned back over him, her fiery eyes locking with his as her lips moved, unbidden, to form two enticingly vague words, in an irresistable, pleading tone... "More... Please."

Even as Blaise rolled her head back, Jacen continued kissing her. His lips trailed down from her chin to the pale white of her throat. There he let out a soft murmur of desire that reverberated against her neck as he felt the rush of breath and the beat of her pulse while she exhaled.

Jacen withdrew as Blaise leaned back into him, the fire in her eyes sparking something deep and powerful within his own. "Sure, but it will cost you..." Jacen teased as he lifted the smoldering cigarette to the waiting caress of Blaise's lips. His hands went around behind her back and he undid the bow she'd tied only minutes ago.

His words scared part of her, the sane part of her, the part of her that had managed a friendly if distant relationship with Jacen for the last year or so, but the other part was too powerful in that moment to care. So let it cost her, let it destroy her, if it felt this good. If it felt this natural.

He put the cigarette between her lips again and she moaned softly around it, the pleasure of the smoke and the natural heat between their bodies eroding her every resistance. She ground her hot, round bottom against his lap without embarrassment or reserve. She drug in the breath for an unnaturally long moment, the paper burning back almost half an inch, the ashes floating down onto his chest.

His fingers undid the bow of her blouse, and as she leaned over him to share another smoky kiss, the loose hem of the garment floated naturally away from her body so that her burning little tummy pressed hotly against his, his shirt the only barrier between his skin and her powerfully hot flesh. Her soft lips touched his, her tongue not far behind, dancing against his as the smoke poured slowly from her lungs into his mouth.

When he took the cigarette back out of her fingers, it was little more than a nub, but he knew it had done its magic on her.

Jacen felt himself grow uncomfortably hard within the confines of his jeans as Blaise ground herself against him. As she bent over him once more, he shifted so that there was no doubt she could feel the tent she had so easily conjured from his loins press in agaisnt her inner thigh.

He brushed away the ash from his shirt as he reached in to peel it off himself. Drawing it away just as their smoke filled kiss ended. He held his breath, as he took the nub of the smoke and snuffed it out. He tasted the tobacco, the herb, and her, all through him, and as he exhaled he drew himself up so that they sat face to face her in his lap.

For a moment his stormy eyes seemed to debate the wisdom of continuing on, but then the storm broke and his mouth and hands were on Blaise, like a torrent of lust and hunger. He nibbled and sucked at her lips, her throat, her breasts, while he turned her over and laid her upon the bed, below him. Breezing down to the warm slope of her bare stomach, he passionately kissed and licked while his hands undid her jeans and drew them down, and then off her body. He sat up for a moment, breathless and hungry for her as he looked into her eyes for her consent.

Jacen snubbed out the cigarette, and as Blaise felt his hardness searing into her inner thigh, pulsating against her soft flesh, she bared her teeth slightly, drew in a sharp breath and growled it out softly.

Jacen pulled his shirt over his head fluidly and Blaise's hands were magnetized to his chest. The flame was licking against her brain, burning away every thought that would have otherwise inhibited her natural instinct.

She had been fairly warned, both by the nagging voice of caution in her head, and from his own lips. But the way his voice had teased her when he's said it just made her want him more. It was utterly self-destructive.

He pulled her up to sit on his lap, pressing his need against her even more directly, eliciting a droplet of wetness that seeped through her panties and the inseam of her jeans. And his hands started in upon her body, a vulnerable little things in his large hands. She had given him permission now, and she knew he would not withdraw. His mouth was on her relentlessly, and the moment she felt his teeth digging softly against her pale flesh, her hips bucked against him involuntarily.

Throwing her backwards onto the bed, his kisses swept down her body to her tummy, and she lifted her blouse over her head to allow him. Taking that as his cue, his fingers dug into her hips and raked against them softly as he drew down her jeans.

She was left in nothing but a tiny scrap of lacy red panties and a matching shelf-bra that barely concealed her pink nipples. She groaned softly, his face inches from her throbbing slit. She agonized softly at what she'd gotten herself into, but there was no resistance in her eyes as he searched them. She didn't have the will to deny him.

A grin of wolfish satisfaction crossed Jacen's lips as he slid his fingers under the lace of Blaise's fragile looking red panties. He drew them to the side, exposing her neatly trimmed nest of natural red pubic hair and the glistening moist lips of her sex just below. Again he took but a moment to admire before he bowed his head, pressing his hungry tongue against her there.

Blaise gritted her teeth together softly as slid her soaked panties down around her thighs, revealing her wet, aching pussy to him. The tiny triangle of flesh was cleanshaven save for a small, soft flame-like patch of red directly above her slit. Her thighs pressed together softly, both to satisfy her intense arousal and ofter some tiny, now worthless, show of modesty, before his tongue pressed against her smooth, slick skin, and lashed against her most delicate place relentlessly. Her thighs parted for his wicked ministrations, and indeed, she felt somewhat helpless under his pressing, needful, skilled warm tongue. She looked down into his eyes and was slightly scared of what she saw there, hunger and power, that she herself had handed to him. It made her even wetter.

Jacen lathed his tongue slowly betwixt Blaise's damp slit, tasting her sweetness He stopped and recited from one of their sacred rites. “Blessed be Thy passage of all womanhood, which births our children into the world" He then swirled his tongue about her hooded clit until he had ilicited a reaction from her, then said. "And blessed be Thy mound of woman, for it brings forth the pleasure of the Goddess.”

After that, he dipped his tongue back to the base of her slit and drew a long, hot swath back up to her clit. Using his fingers, he drew back the hood and gently captured the hardening pink nub of her clit between his lips. Sucking lightly upon it, he flickered the tip of his tongue over it as well. His eyes flashed like lightning with every twitch and moan he drew from Blaise.

Blaise let her fingers twine in Jacen's long, dark hair as his tongue and fingers teased her soaking slit, knowing instinctively when and where to touch, how hard, and how long, before withdrawing as if he could taste her impending orgasm, and didn't want to give it to her just yet.

Blaise's mouth went open as she writhed softly under his tongue. She felt weaker by the minute, as if he was consuming the very heat from her pulsating body. Her eyes drifted shut as his relentless tongue caused her hips to buck against his face uncontrollably, her slippery, sensitive clit searing with almost too much pleasure to bear.

She was close, now, as close and as far away from her own release as he wanted her to be, teetering on the edge, but not falling. His crackling eyes seemed to delight in her expressions, permissive, mouth parted slightly, eyes staring into his own.

Jacen resisted the beaconing look in Blaise's eyes for as long as he could before his need of her was more than he could bare. He drew his fingers slowly from the tight, slick embrace of her womanly core and shed his jeans with quiet eagerness. Taking one last passionate sip from her seeping chalice, he drew up and centered his lingham firmly upon her.

With a slow thrust, he entered Blaise, inch by inch, her warm, honied passage engulfed his length, until she posessed his entire shaft within her. "I am yours..." He growled softly as he drew her up into his arms, so that she sat face to face with him at the edge of the bed.

Like a gust of air sweeping across the face of a raging fire, as he pressed into her and they connected carnally, she lit with unbelievable passion, throwing her back into a deep arch, throwing her head back so that her silken red locks resembled a flame on the sheets. He drew her body up off of the bed, closing the crackling distance between their bodies with strength, but a measure of tenderness as well.

Sitting face to face with him, their foreheads touching as he guided her hips into a soft, rocking rhythm in his lap, she held his gaze with the intensity of an intimidated animal, as though if she looked away, he might bite.

Blase clenched around him tightly, hungrily, curling her arms around his neck in a fruitless desire to be closer to him. "I am yours..." He growled to her softly, and it so shocked her that she drew her in her breath sharply. She could explain it, but she found herself unable to deny him, as if being apart from him after being so close... might entirely snuff her out. Her response to her came to without thought, or the hope of censoring herself, as if he bid the answer from her soul.

"And I, Yours."

Jacen would watch Blaise from time to time without her knowing, and wonder what fire smoldered beneath, when outwardly she showed such restraint. It was like her every action was practiced and planed out before she took it. Now, here in his arms, she seemed to come alive and was acting without the conscious thought that seemed to dictate her life. She was fiery passion, and he was feeding her.

Her eyes were full of intensity as they found their sensual rhythm, so close together that they touched brows. Jacen felt her tighten around him, drawing a slow moan of pleasure from his lips as she curled her arms about his neck. She wanted him close, but they were as close as two bodies could be.

"And I, Yours." She answered him and Jacen found himself moved nearly to tears by the passionate sincerity in her voice. His reply was not in words, only an utterance of undenighable desire. He realized without knowing it that it was more than just their flesh with which they were making love. It was their souls.

Blaise felt bared and pure in his arms, uncensored, uncontrollable, and for the first time, unconcerned with containing the fiery passions that composed her truest essence.

She was overwhelmed with emotion as the two of them rocked into each other with intensity and a perfect intuition for the other's pleasure. This close to him, she was noticing things about him she had never let herself notice... the way the muscles in his neck strained gorgeously as he ground his teeth with desire, his smell, sharp and masculine and pleasant, the softness of his dark hair on her cheek, and the way his strength easily supported her as she collapsed against him, unable to hold her body up against the assault of intense sensation.

A powerful connection had been made between the two of them, and in that moment, they were the Goddess and the Horned God, the very essence of feminine and masculine energies, intertwined, completing one another.

Blaise rotated her hips against him with dizzying tightness, her hipbones pressing into his with every thrust. Her body was moving of its own accord, without consulting with her higher brain. She was pure instinct, unedited spirit, and she craved his essence in her body to bind them.

Jacen was consumed with need for Blaise, the way she had come to life in his arms. Her fiery emotion and burning intensity drew him like a moth to the flame. He felt the ineffable connection between God and Goddess was forged between them and through their union. Little knowing what the child that would come from this union would mean... To the world!

The unvoiced desire expressed through Blaise's instinct drive love making was Jacen's bidding and he succumbed to the sea of pleasure that had been pooling within his loins. The dam broke free and flooded Blaise's tight canal with the hot, splashing life of his seed. He fell upon her with stalling breaths as he swam through the agonizing rapture of his release.

Blaise could feel the length of him, pulsing inside of her, the gentle pulsation all that was required to push her over the precipice herself. Curling herself around his body tightly, she dug her teeth deeply into his shoulder as her orgasm shook her. It was as though she was trying to anchor herself against him to keep from being washed away entirely by it.

She dug her teeth without a thought of gentleness into his shoulder, but it did little to muffle the scream of pleasure that issued from her throat as she clenched uncontrollably around his thickness... It was as if her sex knew instinctively that she must not lose a drop of his seed, that with it, Blaise would come to belong to him in the most powerful, natural, and binding way that a woman can belong to a man. The only way that a woman can truly fulfill her Goddess potential.

Finally, her body went softly limp in his arms, still sitting on his lap, still with his still-firm cock connecting them from her very center. When she had recovered enough from the overwhelming sensation, she willed herself to look up into his face with a soft vulnerability and uncontainable affection... and see what she found in his eyes.

Jacen shuddered with pleasure as Blaise fell over the edge of release. The fluttering contractions of her orgasm were almost more than he could bare, but she held him fast and tightly to her body. The bite of her teeth was only a minor sting at the cusp of Jacen's conciousness, he was so consumed.

He added his voice, strained and quaking to the sound of her pleasure filled scream. The silky slick draws of her sex had claimed what little of his seed that he had not spurted hotly into her welcoming depths. Slowly thought and breath resumed as Jacen felt Blaise's tight warm flesh soften and relax against him. He looked down into her eyes with tender fulfillment as he wordlessly parted his lips and reached up the stroke her long scarlet hair.

A warm line of blood ran down Jacen's back as the crecent bite mark Blaise had left upon his shoulder flared into burning life, drawing his attention, a wince and a his of pain as he reached back to explore the damage. His finger tips came back red as he stared at them blankly for a moment, then he began to chuckle, which only made him wince again. He made no move to disengage from Blaise though as he licked the blood from the tip of his middle finger, offering Blaise the other.