“
In
ancient
Greece
the word for witch was known
as pharmakis
and it simply meant someone, man
,
or woman, holding the knowledge of plants.
It is t
he basics of understanding how plants can be used or not for healing proposes.
”
I glance at him periodically to see if I
’
ve bored him to death, but once my voice becomes silent he instantly looks at me
and says
with a
n
anxious tone,
“
And
?
”
S
miling
,
and eager
I continue
,
“
The modern day word for pharmacist comes from ancient Greek
name
for
“
witch
”
So, for the most part my ancestors were essentially herbalist. As times changed so did the understanding of witchcraft practices
. T
he creeping fear of the unknown from the huma
ns began a swarm of some type of dominance for
control or enslavement to
wards
witches
. F
or
some
it meant d
eath.
Over time our coven
,
as well as many of the others
,
chose to shroud
ourselves from
the human world for protection and self perseveration.
”
It
i
s
2:00
a.m and
we are sitting together on his deck when he asks
,
“
You call it
shifting,
but how exactly do you vanish the way you do?
”
“
Haven
’
t you thought of a place you want to
be
at
?
Then without much thought you simply get up and walk there, like walking from one room to another?
”
“
Yeah
, but is it really that simple?
”
He peers at me with a hint of skepticism.
“
Our power of manifestation makes it pretty easy, we simply visualize the place we wish to be
at
and then
we materialize ourselves there. H
ere, I
’
ll show you. W
here do you want me to be
,
right now, this very moment?
”
I tak
e
off my jacket
.
“
Get up
,
and walk to where you want me.
”
I stand up, watching hi
m
as h
e jumps up promp
tly and wal
ks over to the double glass door
s
lead
ing
to his room
. O
pen
ing
the
door
,
he
strolls over
next to his bed. Snickering
a
s I
plac
e
my hands on my hips
and say
,
“
Of course, where else
.
”
I
mentally
roll my eyes.
I focus my energy and shift into a translucent silvery mist
and follow
the exact same path he just walked
. I
then take my true form
,
standing right in front
of him
. He wr
aps his arms around my waist, beaming at
me
with a very mischievous smile he says,
“
You
said
where ever
I
wanted.
”
I tiptoe up and kiss him gently on his lips,
returning a smile
and say,
“
Go look out your window in the backyard.
”
The double glass door
s
are
still open and I
’
m able to shift through, reforming myself next to the fire pit we made that first night.
I look up to his window and see him gazing back down at me incredulously. I concentrate on the path I just took and travel my body in a shimmering mist back to his bedroom
.
H
e grabs me around my wa
ist as soon as my body forms
and
walks me backwards until we both fall on his bed.
We are l
aughing in each others arms one second and the next we
are
kissing. He kisses me softly then with more
intense
passion. I
can
feel his hunger growing
as he presses his body next to mine
. He kisses my neck and then begins trailing down as the buttons on my shirt seem to pop open at his touch. Throwing my shirt to the floor, he continues sending sensual kisses all over
me
. My feelings are growing stronger as well, building
with raw lust and desire. I instinctively
feel my fire element surging within me. It tingles as the burning rushes through my
pounding
veins. I want to be so close to him. I tug
at
his black T-shirt and he helps me pull it up
and
over his head.
I see a faint mark on his upper left
arm;
it looks just like a witch
’
s crescent
, but
faded. He comes back to my lips and I gently push him back. I am breathless and trying desperately to keep my fire element in control.
He slowly moves his enticing kisses down
ward
again;
in some way I
’
m finally able to mutter,
“
What
’
s on your arm?
”
He doesn
’
t answe
r at first. His attention is
solely
focus
ed
on two things, kissing
,
and my body.
A moment passes and eventually he looks up at me and says in a rushed tone,
“
I don
’
t know.
”
Shrugging his shoulders and moving back down to kiss my stomach. I catch him in my hands in a manner to hold him off for a second.
“
I have a mark exactly like yours.
”
I say out of breath, h
e studies me briefly with concern
. H
is longing gaze
seems to say,
why in the world is she telling me this right now, in the heat of the moment?
I rol
l over swiftly and point toward
my lower back. I feel his fingertips
touch my witch
’
s crescent, a shear jolt of electricity burns through me at his caress. I suck in a breath from the sudden shock and look at him over my shoulder.
He says in surprise
,
“
It looks just like mine.
”
I reach out and gently touch his crescent mark. I let my fingers lightly trace the eccentric designs. I glance up at him to see if my touch affects him as much as his affects me. I am curious in knowing as I lean over and kiss it tenderly. He runs his hands up my back then leans me down on the bed.
I have never in my life felt so wanted and complete than I do with him. Our clothes disappear instantly as we fall under the sheets. He starts kissing down my n
eck
,
stopping between my breasts, as e
ach one beg
s
for him to devour
them
as he wishes.
Teasingly
,
he touches his tongue to me and I arch up so his mouth can bring the attention I yearn for. He eagerly runs his tongue and lips over my breasts making my nipples pea
k
. My body begins to rise rapidly in temperature. I wonder for a split moment if I
’m going to
burst into flames from his touch. His dangerous mouth slides lower and I stop caring about anything
but
his lips on my skin.
My body moves and writhe
beneath him, arching even more. The fire that resides deep inside me ripples outward along my
hands;
quickly
,
my
need for him is overpowering
. Th
is
anticipation will be my death if he doesn
’
t t
ouch me…right…there
.
Breathlessly
,
I inhale in short gasps as his mouth tauntingly nibbles on my inner thigh. I have never had anyone make me feel this way before. His teasing is
slow and purposeful. I’m beginning
to lose what little restraint I have. His tender lips kiss directly where I can only beg for him to be. His mouth lovingly envelopes me and his tongue ignites a rush of pleasure straight through every fiber of my body.
Without
anymore
will, I curve my
back pushing
my hips harder against him and a sensual rhythmic moaning escapes my lips. Reaching
down with
both hands
I
grab
hand
ful
s
of golden hair.
I start grinding quickly against him, racing towards a climax that is bound to break something. I instinctively remove my hands and grip the headboard, sounds and scents of something burning completely desert me.
My ecstasy climbs higher with each tantalizing movement of his mouth. My voice rises into an escalading scale of pleasure that I
can
’
t contain
. I thrust against him and tighten my grip with both hands as my body tenses in a spasm of pure and dangerous eruption, causing the best orgasm I have ever had. It lasts for minutes, or a year, I can
’
t tell.
My b
reaths are quick rasping gasps.
A moment passes and they change into rapid and shallow ones. I am mentally thanking the gods that I didn
’
t catch his bed on fire. I peek through my lashes to see he is casually relaxing across the edge of his bed and quietly smiling at my antics. His hands, which had been roaming my body from neck to toe just moments ago now
gently,
caress my bare legs.
Chapter 12
The next few nights I have these strange vivid dreams, one feels so realistic I toss and turn so much that I literally fall out of bed, smacking myself awake against the floor.
I
decide to
call Lisa
and give her the details.
“
Lisa
,
these dreams are really weird, I find myself running towards a fire. Racing faster and faster and then suddenly I slip on something. The next thing I know I
’
m falling down into an icy cavern full of freezing water. It feels so bone chillingly real and that
’
s when I wake up with my hands and feet feel
ing
an indescribable coldness
, just like ice.
”
Lisa is not a dream seer or psychic by any means
, but
I hope that between her and
me
, we may come up with something, but so far, nothing.
Marc and I have been a couple for over a month now. I drop my cloaking down low so others at the high school start realizing that Marc and I are together. This includes
Kelly;
she is always just around the corner or a few feet behind us. Every now and
then,
Marc will speak to her and on occasion I overhear some of their conversation.
From what I gather
,
even though they ended the relationship, they use to hang out with the same crowd after school. You know like
,
football games, or after game meetings at a local pizza place. It isn
’
t just with Kelly though, it was always with a group of Marc
’
s buddies from his football team and of course Kelly
’
s cheerleader groupies.