1. Samhain Celebration


    Date: 10/2/2014, Categories: Seduction, Author: Green_Man, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    tits and began squeezing them as hard as he could. "Fuck, Harold, hurt me. Hurt me. God, your cock is so fucking big. Fuck me my prince, my lover." His feeling was coming back. He was free to move, but he wanted this. He wanted this pussy. He wanted to fuck this bitch into submission. She was an evil whore of a witch and he was going to use her. He rose up, and picked her up, as his prick slid out. Then he put her down and rammed his cock into her ass. Lilith screamed with pain, and he began fucking her as hard as he could slam his prick into her. Deeper and deeper as she screamed with lust, and pain, and need. His sperm filled her ass and he collapsed onto her back. He must have passed out because he was surrounded by figures when he awoke. He quickly looked at his watch. It was late. Almost midnight. He had to get home. Lilith was sitting in a chair staring at him with a sardonic smile on her face. "Damn you Lilith. What was in that lotion you rubbed on me? What was it? It had to be some kind of poison or drugs, or something evil." "Oh, my, my Hal. It was baby oil, and a little hot pepper sauce." She roared with laughter from her guts. She kept laughing and then cackled and then giggled, and looked at him in the eyes again. "We've wanted you to join us for years Hal. You'll be joining us now. Your father started this coven long ago. He was the leader. Now it's time for your initiation." This was all too much for Harold. He wanted to run away. He tried to. But now they all ...
    came from the darkened corners and held him. He was brought to the center of the room. He expected to see a pentacle there on the floor. It was not there. But they did begin to light candles and vessels of incense. There must have been eleven people there. With Lilith and him, that made thirteen. He was forced to the floor and they began circling him, chanting in a tongue he was unfamiliar with. Now Lilith brought out the real special potion she had made, with all the powders, and liquids, and seeds, and herbs she had gathered from his shop. She began using a brush made of willow branches to sprinkle the potion over the heads of those gathered around. And it was changing everyone, including Harold. All began swaying as the power of the concoction excited and aroused their senses to the point that everything was enhanced. All noises were louder and filled with meaning, as were the smells and the sights around them. Harold was feeling his body become aroused once more. As they began praising the Goddess he felt the urge to do so too. He arose and this time they did not hold him down. He began singing, and the song was one he had never heard, but it was familiar to him, none the less. The joy of passion and lust was overcoming the fears he had learned from his mother. He was his father's son now. He was becoming whole. And the group was rejoicing as the son of their leader came into his own. It was a time to praise nature and the real world. The world Harold had seldom noticed or ...
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