Chapter 9
It has been fourteen days since my garden spell, and we’ve entered into a new moon phase. I’ve spent the past two weeks practicing various spells and working on honing my powers. I’m getting more and more comfortable with my abilities, and performing the spells has begun to feel natural.
I think I’m ready.
I’ve harvested the blooms and herbs I need and gathered candles and crystals to help power my spell. I’ve charged them all under the power of the moon and am ready to put my skills to the test.
It is the perfect moment to perform the ritual.
I was unable to find a spell in my grimoire that fully fit my needs, so I put my writing abilities to the test and cobbled together my own spell. I think I’ve accounted for everything I need to give my ghosts their bodies back.
I’ve brought everything up to the widow’s walk and set up my circle. This will be the ultimate test of my spell-casting abilities, and I’m anxious.
Before I begin, I walk to the railing and gaze out into the night, soaking in the magic that seems to already be shimmering in the air.
I considered going skyclad for the spell.
After all, some things are just better when you’re naked, but my mind has lingered on the dream vision of me in the gauzy, white nightgown.
I simply couldn’t resist conjuring it specifically for this moment.
Now, the filmy material drapes against my skin, an ethereal vision if I do say so myself.
As I stand there under the new moon, I find the last bit of courage I need to attempt the spell.
I straighten my spine, square my shoulders, and then step into the circle of candles, crystals, and scattered herbs.
With my arm outstretched, I slowly turn, pausing at each candle and igniting it with nothing more than my thoughts.
Then I reach into the copper bowl I’ve filled with salt, and with both hands full, toss it into the air where it widens and falls into a perfect circle of protection on the rooftop.
I’m really getting good at this, and knowing my skills are improving makes me do an internal happy dance. With my body vibrating in anticipation, I close my eyes and begin.
In this perfect night and in this darkest hour
I call forth my ancestral powers
Midnight is the great in-between
On Halloween all can be seen
Two souls lie in wait
Two souls that are my fate
They’re no longer alive
But they can be revived
Breathe life into their souls
Give them substance, make them whole
Come to me, step through the veil
Come to me, this spell will not fail
Magic is not free
I offer my body, they may take me
Cross now the greatest of divides
Come tonight, come back to life
With me you will be free
As I will, so mote it be
Three times I repeat the spell, and as I complete it for the last time, the atmosphere outside the circle shifts from calm to a tempest storm.
Wind swirls and darkness churns, and after a few moments of insanity that makes my heart race, two shadowy figures slowly begin to form.
Their outlines are vague, but it doesn’t take long for them to solidify.
Before I quite process the magnitude of what I’ve just done, two gloriously naked men fully appear just outside the circle.
Muscular and virile, they stand there, their gazes linger, and hunger fills their eyes.
As they step into the circle, the chaos of the storm recedes, and all that remains is a light rain drizzling from the sky. It slowly trails in rivulets down their naked chests, and the see-through gauze of my nightgown clings to me with each falling drop.
I gasp as they step toward me, hunger in their gazes.
Not a word is said; it isn’t necessary. I don’t know which one is which, but at this point, it doesn’t really matter.
I’m in need, aching for the pleasures that only physical interactions can relieve.
I’m throbbing, desperately needing to experience the things I’ve dreamed of for the past few weeks - dreams that have left me horny and aching.
They stand on either side of me, neither having yet spoken a word.
Simultaneously, they begin kissing my neck.
My body is already unbelievably aroused, and when they begin trailing their tongues along my heated skin, a surge of arousal gushes from my body.
My skin tingles, my nipples harden, and I can’t hold back my moans as unbelievable pleasure swamps me.
If I thought my dreams were earth-shattering experiences, they are nothing compared to all I’m currently feeling as these two gorgeous men make every dream and fantasy I’ve ever had come true. It is primal. It is intense. It is… everything.
Both men are taller than me, built with beautiful, sinewy muscles. Both of them are olive-skinned - one with long, pitch-black hair - the other with shorter, lighter hair. Both of them with very busy mouths and hands.
They are both well-endowed and appear to be more than ready to please me in any and every way possible. I’m lost in anticipation when a low voice whispers near my ear.
“She’s perfect, Lenny. Worth our interminable wait.” He reaches for the hem of my nightgown and peels the wet material up and over my head, letting it fall to a puddle next to where we stand.
“I told you she would be, Ozzy.” The other voice comes from the man in front of me and sends a shiver of pure lust straight through my core. Their hands begin to roam, caressing my damp skin, cupping my breasts. My head falls back on my shoulders, and I gasp as I surrender to their ministrations.
My body is vibrating as the headiness of the moment threatens to take me under.
An internal fire sparks, and I begin to burn from within.
My skin heats with each touch, and I swear the slowly falling raindrops instantly evaporate in a swirl of steam as they land on me.
The intensity of the moment threatens to take me under, but my pleasure providers manage to keep me grounded by constantly adding new touches and sensations to the moment.
Lenny’s mouth finds one of my breasts while Ozzy reaches around me and cups the other from behind.
He teases my nipple while Lenny sucks the other, tonguing the hardened tip and biting gently.
With his other hand, Ozzy trails a sensual line, the softest of caresses, down my side and around to my ass.
He squeezes my cheek and then reaches between my legs.
His fingers find me wet and ready for all this night will entail.
He continues to kiss my neck while he buries two fingers deeply inside me.
It’s at this moment Lenny breaks the suction on my breast and begins to slowly kiss down my stomach.
It doesn’t take him long to find my pussy with his mouth, and he licks up all the sweetness Ozzy pulls from me with his fingers.
When I feel Ozzy remove his fingers, I whimper at the emptiness left by his absence.
However, I’m not prepared for what happens next.
I feel the bulbous head of Ozzy’s cock as it slides through my arousal from behind, coating him thoroughly.
Then, as if by some unspoken agreement, these two men move simultaneously.
Ozzy thrusts deeply within me, and Lenny’s mouth clamps onto my clit, sucking the nub into his mouth and torturing me with his tongue.
I gasp in surprise, in pleasure, and my knees slightly buckle.
Ozzy grips my hips with both hands to stabilize me as he begins to fuck me hard.
Between his thrusts and Lenny’s tongue working me, I almost immediately begin to feel my orgasm rising.
It doesn’t take long until the pressure builds to the point of no return.
My body shoots into ecstasy, carrying me through a sea of blinding stars, humming with orgasmic bliss.
I begin to collapse, but I’m caught by strong arms. The next thing I know, I’m being carried into the house by Lenny, Ozzy following closely behind.