“Cecily, welcome. Thank you for accommodating the new location. No one is here but me right now, so we have plenty of privacy.'' She looks around a bit unsure. My clients, especially the ‘special’ ones, require a level of privacy and anonymity, which is why I was so adamant about going back to my shop.
“It’s ok. I heard about what happened. Are you alright?” she asks in her cute little voice. Cecily is a Witch, but she is also so sweet. She has this quiet innocence about her, and her heart is bigger than mine.
“I am ok. I am here for protection right now until they find the thugs that did this.” “That sounds so scary. I would be a basket case.” I am just hiding it well.
“Trust me. If it weren’t for Loid, I would be.” I tell her honestly, showing her to the sitting area I have set up. “Now, what brings you to see me?” I light the sage, purple(I know)and midnight blue(I see)candles. I place my crystals in an open moon, letting the spirits know we are open for guidance and communication.
“I have found him, my mate. I think. I mean I believe it's him, but it's…different than I thought it would be. He is not like me.” “You mean he is not a Witch?” “No. He is a Vampire.” A few years ago, this would have shocked me. I would be flabbergasted and speechless. But now, nothing surprises me anymore.
“Is this a problem?” She looks conflicted like she is unsure.
“No. I mean I guess not. It’s just…no one from my coven has ever mated to someone not a Witch or warlock. I’m not sure if it could work.” Makes sense to me. I mean hell, all of it is crazy.
“I see. So you would like for me to confirm happiness in your future.” “Yes. Exactly.” Nodding, I grab her hand and place it against the third eye stone in the middle of the table.
“Close your eyes Cecily and concentrate. Show me what he looks like and smells like. More importantly, show me his heart for you. Take deep breaths and meet me in the center of where your confliction is so that I may penetrate it.'' The room begins to dim as the spirits I am calling all converge on this call. The room begins to chill and the candles flicker. I see shadows in my mind, moving as they clear the fog and bring forth the light. “Oh I see him. He is handsome, Cecily.” “He is.” she whispers as she continues to breathe.
“I see him. I see his eyes for you. He loves you, Cecily. His heart was a cold stone until he met you. I see a tiny obstacle to your union.” she gasps and begins to tremble. “Don’t worry, Cecily, it shall be dealt with swiftly and without incident. You will be happy. Both of you. Together.” the candles blow out and that is my sign that the guardians have left. I wait for her to open her eyes and look at me before releasing her hand. “Do you feel better?” “Yes. I always do when I leave you.” “Thank you. Come, let me show you out.” we barely make it to the door when I hear it open and Loid walks in.
“Oh. Hi.” she says shyly, eyes big and round. I hold in my giggle because I know what she is thinking. He is big and strong compared to the two of us.
“Loid, this is one of my client’s, Cecily. Cecily this is Loid March.” I say, introducing them.
“Her fiancé’.” he says as he holds his hand out for her to shake. My body quakes when he says it, the drawl in his voice feels like the slide of his tongue when it is splitting the lips of my pussy. My thighs squeeze together as the sensation overtakes me.
“Wow.” I hear Cecily whisper as she stares at him. A part of me feels jealous at her concentration of him, but I see her gaze is more curious and I try to tamper it down. “Was anyone in your family a Witch Mr. March?” “Uh not that I know of.” he says looking back and forth between the two of us.
“Why do you ask, Cecily?” I ask, looking at him and then her.
“Because he has the gift.” she says.
“Gift?” he asks, humor in his voice.
“Yes. When I touched your hand, I saw a symbol from a coven that used to govern my area long ago. I would assume it was your grandmother, since the coven was filled with older ladies. Did you notice anything…strange growing up?” “Well that is a loaded question. My grandmother was…eccentric to say the least. She used to have her friends over and they would dance outside in the backyard on some nights with…” his voice trails off and I see the lightbulb go off in his head. He looks at me and I hear, “Is she saying what I think she is?” Only he doesn’t say it out loud.