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She watched as the taillights of the beautiful classic muscle car grew fainter as its driver headed for the nearest freeway. If he wasn’t a hunter, she would have kept him in her bed for much longer, but she had to let him leave before he got suspicious about his ability to perform that many times in one night. He was definitely in her top ten, and probably in her top five, even though she had to limit their copulations to four times to not raise his suspicions.
She was pleased to know that her coven wasn’t on his radar. They were managing to keep their activities low key enough that hunters didn’t suspect a thing. After a few hundred years, it seemed they had learned a thing or two. She’d have to let everyone know about their apparent success at being stealthy in carrying out their magic since this hunter didn’t suspect a thing. She stretched, feeling sublime. Her magic would be extra strong for a few months after experiencing his focused attention during their sexcapades. She smiled as she drifted asleep.
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She’d been throwing up every day for a week, just in the morning, although the nausea lasted for the entire day. She hadn’t been interested in taking anyone to bed after the hunter, and now she knew why. Her body was in its nesting mode, and the only sex she’d want was from the father of the fetus. She sighed. Sometimes being a witch sucked. She didn’t want to carry this baby and be abstinent for ten months.
A wicked grin stretched across her face. Who said she had to carry it? The father could carry the spawn and raise it. She wanted nothing to do with either carrying it, giving birth to it, or raising it, and it would serve him right for getting her in this predicament to start with. The full moon was tomorrow, and the spell had to be performed on the full moon. She had to hurry to get everything ready for the coven to perform the spell, otherwise she’d have to wait for another month, and that was so not happening.
This incantation would need all hands on deck. Good thing everyone was already getting together to take advantage of the full moon. Having a full moon on Halloween would amplify their powers, which was beneficial since this curse took a lot of power to conjure. But the end result would be worth it... at least for her.
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As the full moon rose, a chorus of voices chanted, their chorus growing stronger as the minutes, then hours, passed. At midnight exact, the High Priestess carved a sigil into her abdomen. It appeared they were doing the ritual just in time as already there was a slight distension to her stomach that you wouldn’t be able to notice unless you were really looking for it. If she had to wait until next month, she might have gotten stretch marks, and the glamour spell to get rid of those was a bitch.
The cacophony of voices that surrounded her swelled, the chant almost taking a life of its own as the sigil lit up as if it was on fire. The pregnant woman screamed while clutching her stomach, the sigil burning brighter as the cacophony swelled. With a final, shrill scream the sigil faded, the symbol becoming a black ash before flaking off her stomach. The chorus faded, and the high priestess said, “It is done,” as the previously pregnant witch passed out.