TheNiteSiren
Virginal Temptress
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Being a witch had its perks but Angie seldom took advantage of that. She worked for her Aunt Margie, who owned a shop in the French quarter. Tourists ate up the old stories of voodoo and magic spells. None really understood that most of those stories had some basis in actual events. Her aunt always said that mortals were too simple minded to understand their world. In some ways Angie believed that but in others she thought they deserved to know what really lay out there for them to see.
Angie really didn’t look the part of a magical creature except for eyes, an amazing green that shimmered like a jade stone in the light. If a person looked at the right time, they might even see them glow. Their situation had gotten tense lately due to some Christian protesters that insisted on driving away business. They were led by a man named Jeremiah Collins. Ironic that the family had been well known among her own community. Some mortals had no idea what lay in their lineage. She could almost smell the energy in his blood waiting to burst out.
He wasn’t as vindictive as some of the others but he was adamant on his views. Angie wanted to talk to him but there was a small problem: she was attracted to him. She had been caught staring at him a few times and was embarrassed when her aunt called her out on the feeling. It wasn’t like she could help it. He was a very handsome man with beautiful eyes and a body that kept her up nights. That last time they had locked eyes, Angie swore her heart was going to burst through her rib cage.
Time went by but the feeling only grew worse. He had started popping into her dreams at night, whispering into her ear how much he wanted her. When morning would come, her body would be damp from sweat and a dark throb would be torturing her clit. It was the night before Halloween when Angie finally consulted the Book of Shadows. She turned the pages carefully, hoping something among those old pages would jump out as a solution. She suddenly stopped when she came upon the invisibility spell. Angie had used it once to run away from some bullies. It was effective and very tempting.
There was a meeting going on for the protesters that was just breaking up. If she wanted to do this, it had to be now. Angie used the book to mix a small potion, drinking it down in one gulp. Definitely did not taste like Snapple but she wasn’t one to complain. She watched in the full length mirror as her body started to fade, the long white nightgown she wore swaying in the breeze coming from the open window. Angie followed the illustrious Christian to his Jeep outside and slipped into the passenger’s seat. Luckily he hadn’t noticed the dip in the leather seat. Her long dark hair flapped in the window as she watched him, wanting so badly to touch him but she had to wait for the right time.
His apartment was modest but comfortable from what Angie could see. Once inside the warm abode, Jeremiah dropped his keys on the end table. Angie followed him to the back where he started to disrobe. Fifteen minutes later he walked out the bathroom shower with only a towel on his hips. Angie had spent the time watching him and playing with her wet pussy. Not able to resist, she walked up to him and began to lick away at the loose droplets that still lay on the skin of his chest. Her voice whispered in the air, "I want you."
Angie really didn’t look the part of a magical creature except for eyes, an amazing green that shimmered like a jade stone in the light. If a person looked at the right time, they might even see them glow. Their situation had gotten tense lately due to some Christian protesters that insisted on driving away business. They were led by a man named Jeremiah Collins. Ironic that the family had been well known among her own community. Some mortals had no idea what lay in their lineage. She could almost smell the energy in his blood waiting to burst out.
He wasn’t as vindictive as some of the others but he was adamant on his views. Angie wanted to talk to him but there was a small problem: she was attracted to him. She had been caught staring at him a few times and was embarrassed when her aunt called her out on the feeling. It wasn’t like she could help it. He was a very handsome man with beautiful eyes and a body that kept her up nights. That last time they had locked eyes, Angie swore her heart was going to burst through her rib cage.
Time went by but the feeling only grew worse. He had started popping into her dreams at night, whispering into her ear how much he wanted her. When morning would come, her body would be damp from sweat and a dark throb would be torturing her clit. It was the night before Halloween when Angie finally consulted the Book of Shadows. She turned the pages carefully, hoping something among those old pages would jump out as a solution. She suddenly stopped when she came upon the invisibility spell. Angie had used it once to run away from some bullies. It was effective and very tempting.
There was a meeting going on for the protesters that was just breaking up. If she wanted to do this, it had to be now. Angie used the book to mix a small potion, drinking it down in one gulp. Definitely did not taste like Snapple but she wasn’t one to complain. She watched in the full length mirror as her body started to fade, the long white nightgown she wore swaying in the breeze coming from the open window. Angie followed the illustrious Christian to his Jeep outside and slipped into the passenger’s seat. Luckily he hadn’t noticed the dip in the leather seat. Her long dark hair flapped in the window as she watched him, wanting so badly to touch him but she had to wait for the right time.
His apartment was modest but comfortable from what Angie could see. Once inside the warm abode, Jeremiah dropped his keys on the end table. Angie followed him to the back where he started to disrobe. Fifteen minutes later he walked out the bathroom shower with only a towel on his hips. Angie had spent the time watching him and playing with her wet pussy. Not able to resist, she walked up to him and began to lick away at the loose droplets that still lay on the skin of his chest. Her voice whispered in the air, "I want you."
