The Witch: Book Two of The Sorceress Saga by Taliesin Govannon (top 10 novels of all time .txt) 📗

                “Obtuse.”

                “No argument there.”

                We chuckled, then I proceeded to tell her about the events of the morning thus far… Hatsu, her intervention with the bullies, and her freshly vexing question about my intentions.

                “I mean, what do you do with Sorceress powers?” I asked, my hands flailing comically.  “Do I travel around the world, fighting the powerful in the name of the powerless?  Do I try to fix global warming with magick?  Would that involve destroying polluting industries, with lightening if necessary? Do I declare a ‘pax Annabellica’ and enforce world peace?”  I looked at my friend pleadingly, mouthing help!

                “Okay, first, hit this.” she said, passing me a fat-rolled joint.  I lit it and breathed in the earthy smoke.  “And then,” she continued, “how about we figure out how to use these powers safely, and then worry about the future then?” she asked, her smile kind.  “You’re the Sorceress, not the Goddess.  You’re not Jesus, either… nobody’s expecting you to save the world.”

                I breathed the smoke out slowly, feeling my muscles un-clench as I did so.  “I could do that.” I said, hitting the joint again.  “That, I could do.”  I tried to pass it back to her, but she waved me off, lighting another joint.

                “Good.”  She exhaled her own thick stream of smoke.  “I’m busy enough learning how to use Fae magick without support since I fucked up my love life.  I don’t need both of us having existential crises.”

                “So you two are done?  This isn’t some on again-off again lesbian tango, is it?”  I’d long ago learned to not take most declarations of relationship drama at face value.

                “No, no games.”

                “Because you don’t so much fall in love as bungee-jump in and out of couples therapy...”

                We both laughed, knowing that it was as much a ‘teenager thing’ as it was ‘lesbian relationship processing’-thing.  As the laughter faded, however, she had a bitter-sweet look on her face.

                “No, I think I fucked things up good and final this time.” she said, sighing and hitting her joint again.  “Yep.”

                I could feel my heartbreaking for her!  "Oh my Gods, honey..." I said, my arms out.  She fell in my arms, and I held her as her body started tensing, sobs rippling through her body.

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                “Where are you?”

                I heard Angelique’s voice echoing in my head, and I knew that I should answer.

                “I’m in the classroom.” I said, annoyed.  I had come at night to be alone with Lunaria, and I didn’t want any disembodied voice ruining things.  “I’m waiting for Lunaria.  Now if you would please stop distracting me?”  I could have sworn I heard a soft apology, but then the voice and all memory of it were gone.

                I looked towards the door, anxious.  I had decided recently that I would have to make the first move.  The fact that our society looked kindly towards teachers becoming physically involved with gifted students didn’t help when the object of my desires was so paralyzingly shy.

                Please, my beautiful one, come quickly! I implored silently.

                My prayers were answered when the door opened and Lunaria herself stepped into the room.  The woven-leaf rugs were soft on my feet as I rose and walked to her.

                The moonlight traced the contours of her body as I looked at her, my eyes wide with awe.  I knew that there couldn’t be any sight more beautiful in the world.

                “Faun, what are you doing here at night?” she asked, though she knew the answer.  We had been sharing meaningful glances and excuses to touch each other for weeks.  Everyone knew that we were soon to be lovers.

                She may have been older than me, but her thin frame trembled as I put my hands on her shoulders.  “You know what I want.” I said with a wanton smile.

                I reached down and grasped her hand, raising it until she was cupping my breast.  She tried to look away out of her interminable shyness, but her own desire overwhelmed even that.  She squeezed my breast, gently grazing my nipples with her fingers.

                I gasped and could hold myself back no longer.  I crushed her body to mine as my mouth clamped onto hers, our tongues dancing in and out of each other's mouths as our bodies became inflamed with passion.  We fell to the floor and opened each other's dresses, exploring each other's bodies with our hands as our mouths followed close behind.

                I was about to trace my way to her core with my tongue when she stopped me.  “No, I want to look in your eyes.” she said.

                She laid me down and hovered over me.  Her hair cascaded down to surround me as she grasped my hand and placed it between her legs.  Once my hand had found it’s mark, she touched me at my core, and we started rubbing each other in rhythm.

                I felt waves of sheer pleasure start to move through my body, growing with every stroke of her hand.  I felt her body respond and knew that she was feeling it as well.

                “My beautiful Faun,” she said, her voice breathy, “my beautiful, beautiful Faun...”

                Her nipples grazed mine, and I started feeling the orgasm build within me.  My body started to jerk as it hit, and Lunaria’s body started twitching as well.

                I looked in her eyes as she climaxed, and knew. I knew who she was to me, the part of myself watching this past life memory.

                Lunaria had Angelique’s eyes.

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                “You know, that’s not the only life we’ve had together in that particular civilization.” Angelique said, standing by and looking out of the kitchen window.

                “It’s not?” I replied, my mouth full of ice cream.

                “No.  We looked at another incarnation there a little while ago, when you were the teacher and I was the amorous student.”

                I