THE COVEN BY MR POTESTAS

I was glad I was home for summer break. Everyone seemingly wanting to serve me back at college got rather tiring. Plus, I was always a rather solitary woman. In many ways, I never felt like I actually fit in with any specific group. Sure I made friends easily, but I always felt separate somehow.

“Ahh, thanks, Janice.”

“I mean it. You look amazing.”

In that moment, I realized something strange. I knew that she had a crush on me, despite being perfectly straight. I didn’t know this because of how she talked to me. I knew this because I could “sense” it.

We talked for a long time, but not about anything in particular. The more we talked, the more I could sense her thoughts. She was incredibly conflicted by her crush on me, and that her crush had origins unlike any crush she ever had before. It was out of how she was drawn to me. Something about me made her want to be near me, and that need recently became sexual.

“Do you wanna meet me for coffee here later?” she said with a subtle unsteadiness.

“Sure,” I said innocently, “Tomorrow at eleven?”

“Can’t wait!” she said, barely controlling what she felt was an impossible excitement.

Me sensing Janice’s thoughts turned out to be some kind of tipping point. From then on, I could sense the minds of everyone around me. I somehow wasn’t overwhelmed by it. In fact, I kind of liked it!

When I met Janice in the cafe the next day, I was already invigorated by the discovery of this power. As we talked, I could sense that she was coming to terms with her crush on me by deciding that her sexuality was not quite what she thought it was. She truly felt something for me.

Then seemingly by accident, another strange thing occurred. I looked deeply into her blue eyes, and could see her deepest of thoughts. It wasn’t just that, though. I had the feeling that I could control them as if they were my own. I then had the uncontrollable urge to control her mind.

I pushed my chair in so that the table cloth covered my crotch. “I know you like me.”

Janice looked shocked.

“Its OK. All women should want intimacy with their own gender at least once in their lives.” I had no idea where those words were coming from. They just flowed from my mouth! “You have nice feet you should use them sometimes.” I planted a foot fetish in her mind, and her eyes went wide. Janice reached under the table, and I heard her unstrap a sandal. It slapped onto the floor. I felt her soft sole slide up my bare leg. It burrowed under my jean-skirt, and pushed aside my panties. Her soft foot felt amazing as it pressed against my warming snatch. I then planted a single thought in her mind: ‘Lets go back to my apartment and fuck!’

We all but ran to our cars, and sped to my apartment. Inside, we instantly started kissing. I had no conscious control over my actions, but they all felt too good for me to care. We fell to the carpeted floor, and continued to forcefully make out. We ripped our clothes off like animals, and pressed our bodies tightly together. As Janice began to squeeze my crotch with her forceful hand, I knew that her actions were somehow not quite right.

I willed her to step back, as I re-positioned myself. I stood on my knees, and bent backwards. I buried my face into my soles. It turned out that I was a natural contortionist, and never knew it! Something then began to happen. It felt as if the skin on my face and soles were merging at a molecular level. This didn’t feel wrong in any way. An impossible orgasmic energy felt as if it were circling through my body. It went faster and faster, gaining strength as it went. Then it exploded out of my crotch with a great welling of liquid. It was the best orgasm of my life, if that’s what it truly was.

My face and feet separated themselves, and I uncurled. Janice lay before me covered with my cum. She was orgasming over and over again. Drool dripped down her cheek, while her eyes were rolled back into her head.

Watching the woman before me experience a perpetual state of orgasm, I regained control over my mind. I ran to grab a towel, somehow knowing that was only way to bring Janice back from orgasmic oblivion. Eventually, I had her leave with no memory of what happened.

I decided to cut myself off from the outside as much as I could, despite an urge to the contrary. I just couldn’t risk loosing control again.

‘Hello, Sarah, I’m Flora. It was decided that I should ascertain your progress,’ she said in my mind.

“Progress?” I barely asked

‘Yes, Sarah! You are at the cusp of something wonderful. We need to know if all is going well.’

Before I knew it, we were on my couch making out. Our hands and feet forcefully explored our already naked bodies. Our kisses were passionate and wet.

‘Haven’t you ever wondered, Sarah? Haven’t you wondered about people’s attraction to you, your high intelligence, your inability to get sick, your now lessening body hair, your new psychic powers, your true orgasm?’ I heard in my mind.

The more we groped and kissed, the more I realized that it was all a passionate tease. We both wanted to cum in the “true” way. All that really mattered, though, was connecting with this woman physically and mentally. After massaging our faces, we slowly, passionately kissed and tasted our perfect bodies. Nothing felt more right.

As I licked and kissed above her right ankle, something caught me by surprise. She had a tattoo of a large emerald neckless, whose chain wrapped itself around her ankle. It was identical to the tattoo I got almost a year ago!

‘’Tis symbol of our Coven, Sarah!’

The shock of discovering the tattoo faded quickly, as the only thing that still mattered was physically connecting with Flora! I delicately licked and massaged her feet, while she did the same to mine. Eventually, we pressed each other’s soles into our faces. The skin on our faces and soles fused. We were one in body and mind. It was glorious. I knew everything in that moment.

When we unfused, we went to the floor on our knees, and held hands tightly. We bent backwards to our soles, and buried our faces in them. The skin fused quickly between our faces and feet, and our tightly clamped hands. A great energy flowed through the both of us, gaining power as it went. Round and round it went. Then in a great explosion, cum spewed our of our crotches.

The next thing I knew, I was lying naked on the couch alone. Almost all the knowledge I gained from fusing with Flora faded. Yet, I still knew more than before. The Coven wanted me for a long running plan, of which I couldn’t fathom. If I let myself be taken by them, there would be no going back. ‘They must be the ones changing me!’ I thought.

Despite so much of me wanting the contrary, I decided to run. I had to get away. I could not loose who I was. I quickly packed, and got in my car. I drove and drove. There was no real direction. It was dark for many hours before I stopped at some old inn.

The room wasn’t as bad as I expected. There were yellow walls, with some generic flower pictures over the relatively comfortable bed. I lay down, and fell fast asleep.

It was very hot in the room, so I decided to take off my night clothes. I often slept in the nude on hot nights. I lay awake starring at the dark ceiling. My mind was an utter blank. I may have been dreaming.

I suddenly climbed out of the bed, and walked over to the window. I pushed the curtain aside to look outside. Across the street stood several dark figures. I somehow made out that one had piercing blue eyes.

My mind was still a blank, while my body moved out of my control. I went to my knees, and bent backwards. My soles and face fused even faster than before. The orgasmic energy seemed to be all that was ever important. It eventually flowed out of me. I heard it splat onto the window.

The next thing I knew I was lying on the floor naked. It was morning. As I stood, I saw that some of my cum was still on the window. At least part of last night’s experience was not a dream! Seeing my drying cum gave me strange feelings, which part of me wanted to embrace. I quickly packed up, and jumped into my car.

As I drove, I realized how that haze somehow lifted further. I now knew for sure that if the Coven were to take me by my twentieth birthday, I would be lost among them forever. How or why still wasn’t clear. I then had the feeling that, while my recent changes had everything to do with them, they did not necessarily initiated by them.

Without thinking, I walked into the old woods. The sun was setting behind me. Mindlessness turned to curiosity. What I was curious about, I didn’t know.

I eventually came upon a large gathering. The sun had already set. Torches encircled the quiet group.

‘Come to us, Sarah,’ I heard a familiar voice echo in my head.

‘Yes!’ I screamed in my mind, as I nearly orgasmed.

The group of no more than thirteen (ten women, and three men) opened as I walked amongst them. In the middle of the group stood a woman, which I somehow knew. She was the Ancient Egyptian priestess Hui, who learned the secret of resurrection, and enacted that secret a century before. She wore a silver chained emerald amulet, which was the source of all her power. With the help of her three devoted followers (the one’s who uncovered her lost tomb), she learned the secret of immortality. It lay with genetically perfect women. This of course meant that they learned the secrets of DNA long before anyone even tried to do so. It took many years to find the first four perfect women. With the help of her enhanced amulet, she added new sequences to their DNA designed to halt the aging of themselves and others.

The initial experiment yielded many unexpected results. When she brought the four altered women together for the first time, they could not help but try to physically and mentally connect with each other. It was clear that the new DNA sequences had altered their instincts. They naturally formed a circle, and held hands tightly. Then they went to their knees, bent backwards, and fused their faces to the soles of their feet. A great energy visibly flowed though them, before it exploded out of their crotches in the form of cum. That cum had the properties that Hui was looking for, but it wasn’t enough to make someone truly immortal.

To Hui surprise, the four women experienced two side affects from what they just did. Though still technically individuals, their minds were permanently connected, and they could never bear to be apart from each other for too long. The other was truly remarkable. While they were not able to produce true immortality in others, they themselves gained immortality. Hui then surmised that the energy was pure within them, and that excreting it naturally weakened its properties. It was her hope that gaining more perfect women would enhance the energy enough, so that it would not significantly degrade outside them.

Using her knowledge of genetics, she used the DNA of the four women to create more like them. Hui was not confident that she could find more genetically perfect women in a reasonable amount of time. It took exactly twenty years for these created women to become capable of effectively producing the proper energy. The restorative juices from the women she already had ensured patience.

“How do I know all this, Hui?” I whispered.

‘You are the fifth women that I have created,’ I heard in my mind, ‘Oh, yes, you were born like a normal human, but you weren’t really of your parents. Your mother never married your “father,” as you know.’

It all was beginning to make sense. I never looked like my mother, and I never even saw a picture of my real father. People were drawn to me, because they subconsciously knew that I was perfect. My psychic abilities were necessary to connect with my true sisters. Even how I put Janice into a seemingly permanent state of orgasm made sense, because I could not yet create the energy properly.

‘I’m glad it all makes sense to you know, Sarah. Five minutes ago was the exact anniversary of your birth. You are now twenty. It is now time to join the Circle!’

I nodded, and turned to a gap in the already formed circle of perfection. They were all nude, as I somehow was already. Seeing the variation in perfection was quite remarkable. From that, one could theorize that what we call perfection is not we think, and that true perfection may only exist in a greater form. What happened next will be hard to explain, but I will do my best.

I walked over to the gap, and joined hands with my sisters. In identical motions, we fell to our knees, and bent backwards into the soles of our feet. Our faces fused to our soles, as our clasped hands fused together. My mind then faded into the other nine. We became a perfect, single hive mind, while we were one biologically. The great energy flowed through us like a great rushing river. If we could have seen, we would have seen the circle of perfection glow brightly, as we came close to the massive orgasm! I don’t know how much time passed as the orgasmic energy built to unfathomable levels. With great force, the great orgasmic energy spewed out of the crotches, bathing Hui, and her devoted followers.

The perfect hands unfused, as did our faces from our feet. I stood up feeling much of my individuality return. I was now as my sisters: Immortal and mentally connected. This was what was always meant to be. All the time I was running away, I was really running toward my destiny. We only need one more now to give others our immortality, and she will be ready soon.