The Demon, the Witch, and the Warlock

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Saint Anthony, Oklahoma was the kind of town you just passed by on the Interstate as you were traveling Route 66 from St Louis to Los Angeles. You probably didn't even notice you passed it, especially if you blinked.

But for some people, the small little town out in the middle of nowhere offered a special kind of safety. Far away from the prying eyes of the powers-that-be.

Saint Anthony, Oklahoma, also had the privilege of sitting squarely on the intersection of two of the strongest magical ley lines that crossed the American continent... although this was a secret few understood anymore. The native Americans had known it, of course, but they had long since been wiped out by the white man's Manifest Destiny.

Adrien Graves understood the secret, however. He had grown up in Saint Anthony, and had always felt a bit... different. He had been sixteen when his magical powers manifested themselves, in a most tragic way, under duress and defending himself from bullies; the magic had angrily poured out of him and burned Saint Anthony High School to the ground some six years ago. It had been late at night, thank the Goddess, and only a half-dozen of Saint Anthony's ugliest citizens had perished, but everyone knew that he had had something to do with it, although no one suspected magic.

He had been sent away to live with distant relatives in Chicago after the fact. His research into his "condition" led him inexorably to the occult, and he soon discovered his true heritage and power.

Now, Adrien had returned... And he was on a mission...

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Rowen Vixen had moved to Saint Anthony no less than 5 years ago when her grandmother had gotten ill. Her parents had insisted and of course, that was fine with Rowen. She didn't have many friends in Texas anyway, so what difference did it make to move somepace where she also didn't have any friends?

She had gone to school and graduated in Saint Anthony. Even the if her entire high school life was out of portables as the new high school was being built. Did it really matter? No.

There were whispers behind Rowen's back about her grandmother and how she deserved to die because of her evil ways. As far as Rowen had known her and lived with her, there had been nothing evil about her grandmother at all. She was just a lonely old lady who relied a lot on her one and only granddaughter to help take care of her and her 3 acre ranch. The ranch consisted of two horses, 10 chickens, 2 dogs and 4 barn cats. All to which Rowen took care of on a daily basis. She always wondered why her grandmother had kept these animals but they seemed to make her happy and that was all that mattered.

Now that her grandmother was gone, who had passed over a year ago, Rowen was in the middle of a dilemma. Stay or move. She wanted to move but at the same time, she had grown accustomed to the small ranch...besides she liked her job at the local feed store, Mr. Jones appreciated her help and the fact that she worked for minimum wage.

One day, Rowen was cleaning out the attic and came across an old wooden box of her grandmother's and she sat in the dusty attic to go through it. It was a book unlike any other as it was handwritten with stories and poems...and spells? Taking a closer look at the book, Rowen was engrossed in it for so long that when she looked up from the book, it was early evening and a thunderstorm sounded in the background...

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Two weeks.

In two weeks, the moon would be full, the planets aligned just right. It was Adrian's one chance. To do what he had to do, to fulfill his destiny. To complete the work of his ancestors.

He took a deep breath, and concentrated. Cleared his mind. The sun was setting; a storm rolling in from Texas. He reached out, felt the energy of the ley lines. The first thing he needed to do was locate, precisely, the nexus point. He breathed a sigh of relief, as he felt the magical energy pulling him to the spot. He fired up his old Ford F-150 and headed that way.

Down the old state highway, west of town. He came eventually to a tract of land, upon which sat a small ranch, a barn, a chicken coop. The wind was blowing hard, the storm close. The moisture was thick in the air. He eyed the barn.

There was the nexus point. Inside that barn. He looked at the house. A light was on inside. Someone was home, at least. He wondered if they had any idea. He knew what he would have to do.

He cut the engine and headed up the driveway, to the house, and knocked on the door. "Anyone home?" he called out. Wind rushed around him, and the rain started to come down. Lightning struck to the south, and the thunder rolled.

 

[zydrate]

My Dear Child,

When you find this letter, it will be more than a year since my passing to the next world. I have many secrets I wanted to tell you before I die but each time I started to, something told me you weren't ready. Unfortunately, you would not be ready until after my death, and for that, I'm sorry. I wish I could be around to teach your properly how to use your powers.

Yes, child, I said your powers. For you are a witch. You come from a long line of witches. It is why you were sent to live with me. I was to teach you. But if you're reading this letter, then I am no longer around to teach you. But, I have something that's just as good. A book. You have found a book among my things. In this book are recipes, potions and spells. All passed down from generation to generation. Follow the steps as precisely as they are written and you shall be fine.

Do not let anyone interfer with these spells. Like how Adam and Eve fell into temptation, you will be tempted along the way. Be strong my child and remember, I love you and the world is at your fingertips.

Rowen re-read the letter she found among her grandmother's stuff. Just like the letter described. She cried the first time and now, for the 4th time, she understood why she was different.

She could have thought more on the subject but a loud clap of thunder woke her from her reverie and that made Rowen gasp outloud. Just as her heartbeat returned to normal but then, a knock at the front door startled her again. She frowned. Rowen rarely had visitors, especially as it was going to storm and according to the weather reports, it was going to be a heavy rain tonight.

Walking barefoot to the door, dressed in a pair of shorts and a crop top, Rowen opened up the door and was quite taken aback by the stranger standing out in the lightly falling rain. She tilted her head to the side, "Can I help you?" She asked the tall, dark visitor. Her heart did a little flutter when he stepped forward a bit and she took in his features. He was handsome and he was also someone she hadn't seen around town before, and everyone practically knew everyone else...

 

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As Adrian approached the ranch, he searched his memories of his youth in Saint Anthony, trying to remember who exactly had lived there. With the crack of thunder behind him, he did remember: the old lady Vixen. Interesting, he thought. He recalled now that there had been some church-going people in town that had referred to her as "the old witch". Knowing what he did about the leyline nexus on her property, he realized that there might have been some truth to the insult.

He knew, however, he would not be able to get the old woman to cooperate with him, if she learned of his true plans. But still, he would need her for the ritual to work.

He was not, then, expecting a gorgeous young woman to open the door! He blinked, taking her in, and she seemed as surprised to see him as he was to see her. "Can I help you?" she asked, almost timidly. She was dressed for the warm summer night: the little crop top she wore barely covered her firm, full tits, and the tiny, thin cotton shorts gave her ass a similar treatment.

"Uh, I hope so... I'm Adrian Graves. I used to live here in town until a few years ago. I'm actually on my way back but my truck died out there and I was hoping... Um, yeah, I was hoping I could use your phone. To call for a tow," he explained. Thunder cracked again behind him, and the rain started coming down quite hard. The wind howled and blew the screen door wide open, nearly breaking it against the wall in the process.

 

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Rowen was about to say something in the lines of 'welcome back' but just as she opened her mouth the screen door was yanked out of her hand and she screamed! Instead of reaching for the door, she grabbed the stranger's arm and yanked him into the house as she slammed the main door to close out the storm that suddenly hit.

Giggling, her arm was wet and the man, Adrien..? Yeah, he had said his name, he was a little wet but at least not soaked through. The storm raged outside and the home had a nice, cozy ambiance to it. She had started a fire an hour ago and had some stew cooking up.

"Well, I can let you call for a tow truck but I don't think one is going to be making it out until the storm passes." She said, looking up at the stranger she just invited in.

 

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Adrien smiled softly at her, shaking some of the rain out of his hair. "Thank you, I appreciate it," he said to her. He noticed the small fire in the fire place, and could smell the stew cooking. His belly rumbled, and he realized he hadn't eaten since breakfast.

"That smells good," he said to her. As he looked around, certain things stood out to him. Innocuous to the casual, uninitiated observer, of course, but those with the gift would recognize the various implements of magic. He could feel his own power more strongly than normal, and he could, quickly, sense the nascent power within the girl before him.

"When I lived in town, this ranch belonged to the Old Lady Vixen," he said, walking into the house and looking around. "I didn't know her very well at all, of course. You must be her granddaughter." He could sense that the old woman was not around.

 

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Rowen nodded, "I am." Her features softened, "My grandmother passed some time ago, so it's just me here." She picked up her cell and frowned, seeing that there was no service, "Great...I guess you're stuck here for a while."

Turning to him, Rowen smiled, "Well, the storm should pass soon..." then an idea hit her, "Would like some stew? It's almost dinner time and since you're going to be here for a while."

She led him toward the kitchen, "It's no problem at all. I mean, it beats eating alone like usual." She smiled at him.

 

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"I'm sorry for your loss," Adrian said simply, his eyes locking with the girl. She offered him some stew. "Please, thank you," he said, following her slowly towards the kitchen.

As they sat down for their meal, Adrian tried to get a read on Rowen. She clearly had the gift but it was untapped, undeveloped. He could sense something weighing on her, as well.

And so he turned on the charm through dinner, telling her stories from his youth, trying to get a sense of what, exactly, was weighing on her. It didn't take long to figure it out. She was lonely. And she'd just learned that magic was real.

A plan started to form in Adrian's mind...

"You know, there were a lot of people in town that used to call your grandmother crazy. I don't think she was. She was different, sure... but definitely not crazy."

 

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Rowen listened intently to the stranger and smiled at his stories. She ate her stew as she told her stories about how she ended up here and taking care of her grandmother when no one else would. How she had moved here when she was still in high school and also heard the stories about her grandmother but never really believed them.

She couldn't believe how much she was devulging to this stranger and how comfortable she felt with him even though she had only met him. It was nice, to say the least.

Then he said something about her grandmother and her eyes teared up slightly. Reaching out to him, she placed her hand on his, "Thank you, that's very nice of you to say. But, I'm not so sure of that anymore... you see, I found this bookand well..." she shook her head, "Never mind, I think I'm just rambling now..."

Outside, the rain wasn't letting up anytime soon and so Rowan invited Adrien to join her in the living room in front of the fire. It was cozy to say the least, and after all, with the storm outside, it would be a while before he would be able to leave or even call for a tow service out to her place.

"So, Adrien, why are you back in town? I mean, seriously, there's nothing here." She looked into his eyes and waited for his answer. If there was one thing she was good at, it was judging a person's honesty by looking into their eyes.

 

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Adrian raised an eyebrow at her mention of the strange book she had found. Interesting... he thought. He was about to inquire further about the book but a moment later she was clearing their dishes and leading him out to the living room, to sit near the cozy fire.

She asked him why he had returned. He looked at her and shrugged. "I was getting a bit claustrophobic in the big city," he explained. "Too many people, too much noise. I was starting to feel like I needed to get back to my roots." He leaned back into the sofa. "Get some fresh air for a while. Chicago just wasn't for me, I guess."

Outside, the storm raged on. This was a good one. The wind shook the windows, and a moment later, lightning struck, followed by a very quick blast of thunder, and then the power in the house was out!

"Shit. I hope you've got a generator," Adrian said.

 

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"That's never happened before..." Rowan said as she looked around the dark. She reached out and felt Adrien's arm and gave it a squeeze, "No, I don't, but I'll go get some candles," she got and felt her way to the kitchen. After a few more minutes, Rowan returned with a lit candle, 4 non lit candles and a bottle of wine with 2 glasses.

Setting down the wine and glasses she quickly set up the candles on the mantle if the fire place. Those candles plus the fire in the fireplace gave the room a nice warm glow.

She then turned back to her guest and pointed at the wine, "I hope you don't mind but I usually like to have a glass before bedtime. If course you don't have to have any if you don't want...its just a sort of nightly ritual I have." She said as poured two glasses and took hers and then took a sip. "If this storm doesn't let up you might have to stay here the night."

 

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Adrian watched her as she made her way through the darkness. He could see her quite clearly, of course. Her magical essence stood out to his attuned eyes. She returned bearing candles and wine, and Adrian was thankful for the drink.

"Thank you," he said, taking the offered glass and whirling the liquid around, sniffing it for a moment, and then taking a drink. He smiled. "You have excellent taste," he said. It might have been cheap wine, but it was still quite good.

"And I certainly won't complain about having a dry place to lay my head in a storm like this," Adrian said. He smirked. "Especially considering I had to sleep in my car at a rest stop last night."

He took another drink of the wine, looking the young woman up and down. Her skimpy outfit left just enough to the imagination to cause that imagination to run a bit wild. He shook the thought away. He had a plan. He needed to stick to it.

He needed her.

 

[zydrate]

Rowan made a face at his admission to sleeping in his vehicle the night prior, "That must have sucked. Well," she finished her drink and poured another for herself and also filling his glass too, "I have a guest room, the sheets are clean and the bed is comfortable so it should be a lot better than the cab of a truck."

She didn't realize that when she sat back down, she sat a little closer to him than she should have. They listened to the storm a little while longer and the alcohol from the wine started to really relax her.

 

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When she sat down next to him, closer than she had before, Adrian realized the alcohol was working its charms on Rowen's small body quite well. He had a strong tolerance for alcohol himself.

He took a long drink from his own glass as they sat watching the fire and listening to the storm rage outside. It wasn't letting up anytime soon.

He finished the wine, and looked at Rowen. His fingers moved towards her, trailing along her shoulder to the back of her neck. "Why don't you show me this guest room, Rowen," he suggested, curious how she would react to the subtle magic in his spoken words.

 

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His touch was arm and sent a spark of electricity through her, making her skin tingle and she wasn't sure if it was the wine or just way he said it, she felt warm inside and suddenly very relaxed. Rowan gave him a slow nod before taking his hand into hers.

She grabbed a candle and led Adrien through the hall and up the stairs and toward the guest room. It was the same room Rowan had decorated herself a month ago, just for the hell of it. She had gotten bored and went on a thrift store buying spree, buying some soft quilts and sheets, sort of shabby chic the entire place to her own taste.

Setting the candle down on top of the dresser near the door, she leaned against the door frame, "Well, this is it..." she said quietly, looking up at him.

 

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Adrian smirked as he allowed Rowan to lead him up the stairs, hand in hand. His suggestion had worked perfectly. He could sense her warmth as he stood next to her and looked around the room. He nodded.

"Thank you, Rowan," he said, looking down into her eyes, their gazes locked. Her eyelids were heavy from the wine as she looked up at him.

"You have been very kind to me," he continued; their hands still together. His fingers trailed up her arm, to her shoulder, her neck. His other hand traced along her exposed midriff. The skin to skin contact made it a simple thing for him to channel some of his own growing sexual desire and lust into her...

"And what about your room?" he asked...

 

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Her eyes closed to his touch and her breath seemed to increase. He asked about her room and she could only smile before answering, "Down the hall.." she told him breathlessly.

It must be the wine.. she thought to herself. It was the wine that making her feel this way...right?

Not sure what would happen or even fathom what she was thinking, Rowen leaned against him and tilted her head up to kiss him. Once their lips met, she felt a sudden desire shoot through her as she pressed her body against his..

 

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Adrian moaned slightly into Rowen's mouth when she kissed him; the kiss sealed the deal, the tongue-to-tongue contact enabling him to much easier channel his sexual energy into her. He could feel the heat within her, the desire, growing; once enabled, it seemed to feed on itself, strengthening within her.

He pulled her small body tightly to him; her tits firmly pressed into his chest as his arms wrapped around her.

"Show me your room," he breathed in her ear. He knew that once within this neophyte witch's personal chambers, if he were to take her there, he would have great power over her...

 

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He asked her to show him to her room and Rowen didn't hesitate. She broke the kiss and looked up at him before taking his hands in hers and leading him back out of the guest room. She didn't even need to take the candles they had brought in with them since she knew the way in the dark.

Once in her room, she brought him to her bed and sat him down on it before straddling him and continued kissing him from where they last left off in the guest room.

Rowena didn't notice she was acting any different from her usual self but this was an usual way to act with someone she had just met no more than a few hours ago.

 

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Adrian's hands roamed her body, freely, as she straddled him and kissed him. He kissed her back eagerly. His hands squeezed at her butt and breasts, every touch electric, igniting her desire ever more.

His cock was quite stiff in his pants now, as she ground her hips on him. He could feel the latent, untapped magic within her. His fingers found the bottom of her flimsy shirt, and peeled it off her body...

 

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Rowen wasn't sure what was going on but she let it happen and didn't dare argue with it. Because, oh God, his touch felt so good!

With her top gone, she returned the favor and tugged off this stranger's shirt to reveal a strong, well defined chest and torso. By the Gods, he was perfect. She immediately ran her hands down his arms and then back up before smoothing them over his chest and down his stomach.

Her hands reached the waist of his jeans and she started to work the buckle, making her fingers work as fast as they could. For some reason, she wanted him inside of her NOW!

 

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Adrian knew he had her when she started tugging his jeans off him, frantically, desperately, even. It was perfect. In her room. Of her own will (even if he had magically spurred her lust and desire, it was still her choice...).

He moved her off of him, so he could lower his pants. Kicking them off, he looked up at her; in just her tiny tight little shorts and nothing else, he could see the lust and heat enflamed within her in a way no one else could.

"Get down on your knees," he said to her. He didn't command her, because he knew it wouldn't be necessary...

 

[zydrate]

She didn't feel like she was being told... in fact, it was the opposite for Rowen.

She needed to get on her knees for the man before her.

She needed to feel his cock in her mouth...

She needed to feel him fucking her from behind...

As he just looked at her, Rowen moved forward and took his dick in her hand, stroking it before leaning forward and taking a long lick of it, all the while her eyes never left his as she took the tip of his cock into her mouth, sucked it gently before engulfing more and more into her mouth while her hand kept stroking him as one hand snaked down her side and down between her legs...