Chapter 1
Gabriella crept through the woods, placing her feet as carefully as she could. The dead leaves and pine straw crunched and crackled with each step, making her wince.
“You do realize it won’t have sound, just a camera, right?” Chet’s sarcastic tone come from behind her, where he was clumping along with no effort at silence.
She huffed. “FINE!” Stomping with extra vigor just to show him, well, something, she came up to the spot she had sensed electronic activity.
A small pile of leaves sat forty or so feet from the road’s edge. They had approached from behind it. Carefully she cleared the debris to reveal a small olive-green box. Chet knelt down to study it closer. “Looks like a game camera. Pretty high quality. The kind that senses motion and records until the motion ends. It should have a wireless connection to allow someone to download the video.”
Gabriella looked over his shoulder. “Pointed right at the stop sign.”
Chet followed her gaze. “It would catch any vehicle coming in or out of the road leading to the coven.”
“Are those bastards tracking us?” Her jaw clenched.
“Bet your sweetly rounded ass. I’ll also bet that luscious backside there is a matching one at the other end of the road, too.”
Gabriella thought about that. “So they could see which vehicles only go in or come out one end. Which would mean they came from the coven, so they could identify them as ours?” A seething rage started to build deep inside her. “This is how those motherfuckers found Marilyn, isn’t it?” Her fingertips started to crackle with blue arcs of electricity between her fingers.
Chet looked up at her. “Hey, now, sugar, don’t go blasting this thing while I’m right here.” He smiled to show he wasn’t worried about that. “Besides, let’s see what else we can figure out about this.” He carefully released the latches and lifted the top cover off. “Ah. A removable memory. I think I’ll just liberate that.” He wiggled it loose and put it in his pocket. “We’ll have to take a look at what it captured. Now, let’s mess this thing up for good.” Standing, he grinned. “You can fry it in a second, but it might be a good idea to not tip off all your talents. So I’ll provide some cover for electrical damage.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his large cock.
“Oh, oh, wait!” Gabriella stepped up next to him and reached over to take his penis in her hand. “I want to play with the hose.”
“Huh,” Chet said, a smile spreading across his face as her warm hand enveloped him in the cold late January air. “A hidden kink?”
“Hon, all the kinks are going to come out around you witches. Besides, all women wish they could write in the snow.”
“All women?”
“Oh, shut up and turn this thing on.” She pointed him at the exposed inner workings of the camera and he let his urine fly. Giggling, she sprayed it thoroughly.
“No sparks,” she said, disappointed. “Oh, well.” She took her hand off his dick and sent a bolt of electricity into the box. Crackling sounds and smoke emerged.
“Doubt they will imagine it wasn’t just the piss. Uh, Gabriella, dear, I’m done. Why are you holding me again?”
She began stroking him, watching it grow to the impressive size she was already well acquainted with. It was nice to admire how, well, pretty it was in the daylight. Long, straight, no ugly bumps or anything. And the feel of it, heavy and warm in her hand was a very nice plus. “Just thought we’d leave them a little extra to remember us by.”
“Something extra...oh! But what if someone drives by and sees us?” His voice didn’t reflect the concern of his words as he closed his eyes in enjoyment of the impromptu handjob.
“You can glamour them or something, right?”
“Mmm. Yeah, I suppose I could. We aren’t supposed to use our magic frivolously like that, though.”
“Oh, live a little! Keeping anyone from seeing us doesn’t seem that frivolous to me. Besides, the trees are pretty thick along here. I doubt anyone would happen to glance over here at just the right moment to see anything.” She pulled his head down for a quick but deep kiss. “Now finish for me. I want to see what it feels like to have you coming in my grip.”
With a grunt of pleasure, he came. Gabriella managed to get most of the sperm on top of the box. “Oh, that was interesting. And fun. Let me know if you need me to jack you off, anytime.”
“Usually, I am more interested in other things,” he said, slipping a hand between her thighs. “Would you like me to return the favor?”
She undid her own jeans and slid them to mid thigh as his arm came around her shoulders. “Why, certainly. But I’ll be quick, too. That load of groceries still has to be picked up, and the other two are probably wondering just what we are up to.”
“Oh, I’m sure they have some idea,” Chet said as his fingers began to rub her sensitive nub. “Witches just can’t resist a chance to have a little fun.”
