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Thank you for pointing that out, Satrek. It was helpful, except the last part anyway. Also, i would like to point out that these stories are chapters in a book, so that's why it seems like it's just a fragment.
((A story that tells what goes on at the Coven of Seduction. It does not tell about the Coven of Seduction, but more like what goes on at it. I might post the introduction for the Coven later.))
She sat at the windowsill, staring at the moon… so pure and white. Her eyes narrowed. She despised anything to do with purity. After all, the idea of purity was only an ideal one. The body was Made of sin. Made from sin. And made for sin.
That was the line of her coven. The Coven of Seduction. Pleasure and pain, all in one. She of course, would eventually become the high priestess of her coven, considering the current high priestess was getting a little… wrinkly. She smirked.
She was a seductress, a prostitute. She was nineteen, still many years until the... wrinkles and stretch marks started setting in. And although she gave pleasure, she had also dealt her fair share of pain. Speaking of pain…
She took out her dagger and dug the tip into her wrists. She bit her lip as she twisted it, and tore it out. Watching the blood flow, she grinned and laughed. Then with a flick of her hand, the gaping wound was gone.
Just in time, considering the High Priestess, Heather, burst through the door carrying some kind of crimson cloth in her hand. Heather tossed it at Willow, and she could see that it was a face veil. Curious… then a sudden, horrifying thought struck Willow.
Could it be? Could the wrinkles be setting in already? “You've got a client tonight. Hes into the mysterious, sexy thing. Its obvious where that thing goes, so get ready, they’re coming in 45 minutes” and with that, Heather swirled around, shutting the door behind her.
“If she is that quick when it comes to doing the deed, then it seems I've been overdoing myself,” muttered Willow, pulling on a loose red dress. She then twisted her raven-black hair up into a loose, wispy bun. It would come out during the job, but that worked into it.
She picked up the veil, giving it the once-over. It was thin, and fairly large. Willow folded it in half to form a triangle, and tied it over her nose and mouth. Looking into the mirror, she saw that Heather had chosen the red to set off her hazel eyes.
She smiled triumphantly, not that she could see it clearly. In fact, she seemed to be suffocating. Willow took it off, only to find that her hair had managed to get stuck in the knot. Without any help, she would not be able to take off the face veil. Mild panic set in.
She could not risk her reputation as future High Priestess by asking a low-level witch – or worse, a normal human – for help. Repeat: could not risk her reputation. She started laughing, short gasps for air puncturing a fruity, deep chuckle. Why hadn't she seen it before?
Wasn't she taught since a young child that to every question, magic was the answer? She muttered under her breath a spell and sighed. There, problem solved. Willow turned to look into the mirror once more to tie on the veil… when she saw it. Her hair. Which had been severed off due to the wrong spell.
How the hell did she end up muttering a severing spell instead of an anti-knot spell? She sighed and chanted a spell for her hair to grow back. Tying her hair back once again, she bent to pick up the veil when she froze. The red… the blood… the demons crimson eyes.
She shook herself in an attempt to forget her mother, her beautiful mother… who had abandoned her at the tender age of 16. Her eyes narrowed at the memory of her mothers death, and she used magic to have the veil float onto her face and walked out of her attic-room, into bedroom 13, the clients room.
As she opened the door, her eyes widened. She hadn't expected a woman. Composing her self, she walked further into the room – it didn't matter, after all, she was quite open. Striding into the room she grabbed the shirt of the woman and kissed her passionately, sinking her teeth into the bottom lip.
Mm… blood. The woman gasped as Willow slapped her and pushed her back onto the bed. Or maybe she gasped because at that exact moment, her hair decided to spill out of the bun. Whatever.
“I thought your boss said that you were supposed to be mysterious and sexy? Not rough?” The woman said timidly. Willow rolled her eyes as she bent to kiss the woman. It was going to be a very long night.
((Oh, and i hope you don't think i'm some sick guy who enjoys lesbian stories, i don't. It's just how my character i created is. Thanks.)) |
05-03-2004, 01:28 PM
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