The Coven That Loved Me

Lune hadn’t planned on ending up in the woods with a circle of witches. She joked about it constantly online, calling herself a ‘baby goth’ and posting thirst traps in harnesses. But this was different. It wasn’t cosplay or filters. This was real.

She’d met the coven by accident, after scrolling WitchTok late one night and impulsively following a thread that led to a hidden Discord. They weren’t just role-playing. They spoke about Samhain as if it were oxygen. About sex magic as if it were prayer. At first, she lurked in the chat, sceptical but intrigued. Then came the DM, an invitation laced with emojis and mystery: “The veil’s thinning. Come. Join us. Wear lace and bring a toy.”

The forest pulsed with energy. The air was thick with fog and auburn flickers from the firelight. The smell of damp earth and woodsmoke lingered in the air. The sweet smell of desire hummed low like a spell. Deep in the woodland, hidden from the world, a circle of women gathered barefoot in soft moss, each cloaked in dark.

It was Samhain. The night when the veil between worlds thins and spirits slip through… When the wildest parts of the soul feel much closer to the surface. For these women, the lore of Samhain wasn’t just superstition: it was a liberation. A night for their bodies and magic to bind together, and tonight… Both would be worshipped.

Each witch had prepared for weeks, treating the ritual of dressing as seriously as a spell. Sheer, crotchless bodysuits shimmered like incantations, corsets tightened around waists with the precision of a binding, and stockings rolled onto thighs, as though they were summoning energy from the earth itself. Nipple pasties caught the moonlight like coins of offering, faux leather garters and thigh harnesses gleamed as talismans of power. For this coven, lingerie was more than seduction. It was armour, intention, and witchcraft woven directly onto the body.

There were five witches that night: Mia, Saffron, Keira, Daisy, and now Lune. A virgin to the coven’s full rites, but eager. She was open. She was ready.

They began with breathwork and murmured affirmations. Then came the toys - objects of focus, energy and ecstasy. A jelly dildo, cool and clear. A strapless strap-on, sleek and violet. Every woman laid their offering at the altar, a fur-lined blanket surrounded by candle stubs and tourmaline crystals.

“Tonight,” Saffron whispered, running a hand along Lune’s thigh, “we raise power the way witches always have. Through heat, through moans, and through climax.” She lifted her wand, not carved from wood, but silicone, humming with steady vibration. When she pressed it against Daisy, the gasp that followed was as holy as prayer. The coven responded in kind.

Mia was the next to move. She took Delilah into her arms, kissing her with a feral reverence. Lips met skin. Corsets unfastened slowly. Keira slipped behind Saffron, binding her wrists with cuffs, trailing kisses down her spine.

Delilah’s attention quickly moved to Lune’s body. She took her hands and guided her down. Both mouths met hers. Many fingers tugged her lace to the side. She gasped as a tongue flicked across her nipple as a cool toy pressed into her, slick and ready. The jelly dildo slipped inside her like moonlight dripping in sin. She moaned. The women echoed her. A soft spell began, a chant rising and falling between ragged breaths. The energy built - not in silence, but in cries and curls of steam rising off bare skin.

While Delilah and Mia worked on Lune, Daisy mounted Keira with the strap-on. Both of them were slowly panting, grinding, losing the rhythm of the chant as their own took over. Delilah slipped to her knees, face buried between Saffron’s trembling thighs, sucking and licking her into sacred oblivion.

Lune reached climax with a cry that echoed through the trees, her body vibrating with magic and orgasm. The others followed, like waves drawn to the moon. Each orgasm more powerful than the last. They didn’t collapse so much as melt, tangled in limbs and toy straps, warm and breathless under the stars.

Their orgy was powerful enough to summon demons and wake the spirits. What remained afterwards was a circle of deeply satisfied, wet and glowing women.