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Sabrina carefully adjusted her white cloak and hood, looking in the mirror. Despite the cloak being nearly floor length, it barely did anything to cover the flimsy white slip- almost transparent in the moonlight that flooded her room- that she was clad in.
A week ago, Father Blackwood had requested her participation in the Hunt of Virgins, and Zelda had urged her to agree.
“You’re eighteen now and a full fledged member of the coven, Sabrina,” said her aunt, tossing her glossy red hair, “Not only that, but you’re the last virgin, we won’t be able to have the hunt without you but regardless, it’s an honor to be chosen.”
So Sabrina had begrudgingly agreed.
Outside, she heard Ambrose sound the gong, and a cheer rang up from the coven. They were waiting for her. Casting one last look in the mirror, Sabrina darted down the stairs, joining everyone outside.
The moon was high in the sky, casting light over the coven. Everyone was excited, whispering as Sabrina walked to the front of the crowd.
“Ready for me to catch you Spellman?” Nick asked with a wink as she passed, but he was elbowed by Prudence.
“Not unless I catch her first,” said the witch, her eyes raking up and down Sabrina’s skimpy outfit. Sabrina flushed, but ignored them.
She rolled her shoulders back, drawing herself up to her full height as she waited for the gong to sound. Nerves flooded her body, the hint of fear mixed with a surprising dash of excitement.
“On this night!” Father Blackwood’s voice rang out, quieting the coven, “We celebrate the Hunt of Virgins with our own virgin Sabrina Spellman. May her body be desecrated and may the best man catch her- bringing great fortune to us all!”
He hit the gong and Sabrina ran for her life, taking off through the forest. The branches and undergrowth whipped at her arms, her bare feet crunching down the path. But Sabrina had grown up in Greendale, the woods were like a second home to her, and she knew every nook and cranny, every side trail and hiding place.
As she ran, she heard the second gong strike, and she knew the coven members were hot on her trail. Sabrina ran faster, adrenaline and fear pulsing through her veins. The forest filled with the sounds of running feet, shouts and laughter as the witches and warlocks chased after her. They were excited, eager to catch her, because the first person who catch the virgin, got to take her virginity, fuck her on the forest floor, forcing themselves into her for their own pleasure.
It had been all anyone could talk about for the last week. Everyone stared at her, ehes raking up and down her body, some whispering to one another what they’d do if they caught Sabrina- some boldly saying it aloud. Her face had burned, hot with embarrassment as Dorcas announced she wanted to sit on Sabrina’s face while Nick and Prudence debated which of her holes they would use first.
Her heart beat wildly as she ran. She ducked low tree limbs and skirted bushes, going deeper and deeper into the trees.
Suddenly her foot caught on a low root. She tripped, sparkling headlong across the forest floor. But before she could get up, a vine wrapped around each wrist, pulling her across the forest floor, into the brush. Sabrina screamed, as she was dragged into the clearing, more vines wrapping around her ankles and flipping her onto her back. Her arms and legs were stretched out into a star, leaving her dirt streaked and totally vulnerable.
Sabrina struggled, trying to get free, all the while her mind raced. Who in the coven possessed power over vines? Aunt Hilda did, but it wasn’t her. Agatha perhaps? Melvin? She pulled and kicked, but the vines kept her totally immobile. She wanted to get free, wanted to run, but instead she lay, spread and waiting for whomever to find her and fuck her.
A dark shadow drifted past in her peripheral, and Sabrina tensed. Solid footfalls echoed as the figures moved closer, out of the darkness and into the moonlight.
Sabrina gasped.
“Miss Wardwell?”
The woman, brown hair as black as night in the darkness, but eyes as bright as the moon, smiled at her, but her teacher’s familiar, gentle expression was gone. Instead, the woman in front of her looked down at her with a hunger unlike anything Sabrina had seen before.
Sabrina felt the muscles between her legs tighten, heat flooding her. The woman’s intentions were clear, she had caught her, and she was intent on claiming her.
“Call me Lilith, dear girl,” she said, kneeling down in between Sabrina’s legs. Reaching forward, she ripped Sabrina’s dirty slip from top to bottom, leaving Sabrina naked, body bared to her and moonlight.
She dipped lower, pressing a soft kiss to Sabrina’s mouth. Sabrina whimpered, lips parting, letting Lilith’s tongue slide into her mouth, firm and dominant. Lilith kissed the corner of Sabrina’s mouth, the soft edge of her jawline, the trembling curve of her throat.
She couldn’t help it, Sabrina moaned, the feeling of soft lips of sensitive skin the most erotic thing she’d ever felt. Flickers of light caught her eye as the coven had found them, circling with torches to watch her deflowering.
Lilith moved lower and lower, between her small breasts. Lilith’s lips closed around one pert nipple, sucking as Sabrina squirmed and moaned beneath her. She repeated the action with the other nipple, sucking hard and letting go with a loud pop.
“She was caught!” Sabrina heard someone whisper, “Who Is that?”
“A witch from another coven?” Wondered another.
“Look at her moan, I can’t wait to watch her cum!” Said yet another voice.
The vines around her ankles shifted, lifting them up in a V shape before spreading her as wide open as she could take- and then some. Her arms were pulled, wrists pressed together above her head. As she whimpered at being spread so wide, a cheer went up from the crowd, delighted to see her shaved cunt on display.
Lilith had sat up, grinning. She ran two fingers between Sabrina’s slick folds, gathering moisture. She slowly spread her, teasing Sabrina’s clit while the young witch squirmed beneath her, tugging at her bonds.
“Pretty pretty little witch,” Lilith cooed, using her thumb to slowly circle Sabrina’s entrance, teasing her as Sabrina’s feet kicked in midair. “I need to prepare you for the thorough fucking too deserve.”
She was trying not to moan, but it grew more and more difficult as electric pleasure shot through her with each movement of Lilith’s thumb. Every few circles, her thumb brushed against Sabrina’s clit, adding another burst of heat through her body.
Sabrina whimpered and gasped. She could feel herself growing wetter and wetter by Lilith’s touch for everyone to see. It was humiliating, but equally as arousing. Her cunt throbbed, and all she wanted was more, more, more, so she stretched her legs wider, hips jerking on their own.
“Look at you little virgin,” Lilith cooed, continuing, “You’ll be quite the slut once I’m finished with you.”
A cheer went up at that, and someone started a chant that caught on, rippling through the crowd, “Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!”
Lilith pressed her thumb against Sabrina’s clit, rough circles finally eliciting a loud moan from Sabrina. It broke the chant and the crowd began tittering again. Sabrina was hot with embarrassment and arousal, but she continued to moan and whine as Lilith rubbed circles, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
“Please- please-“ Sabrina moaned, “I need-“
“What is it Sabrina?” Lilith asked, “Do you need to come, do you want to come all over my hand, pretty girl?”
“Yes!” Sabrina gasped, jerking. She tried to grid against Lilith’s hand, desperate for friction. “Yes please!”
Lilith moved her wrist just so and Sabrina came undone. Her body spasmed as she orgasmed, crying out as her cunt clenched down on nothing. Lilith kept teasing her clit, kept Sabrina riding the wave of pleasure as a cheer rang out from the coven.
Oh how Sabrina wanted more. She was suddenly aware of how empty she was, and badly she wanted to be filled . She wanted Lilith to stretch her, she wanted Lilith to fill her until she burst. She needed to feel this again, this hot, intense pleasure.
As the first orgasm of the night dissipated and Sabrina lay slumped in the pool of her cloak on the forest floor, she looked out into the ring of light that surrounded them. Her coven’s faces were half hidden in darkness, but the flickering torch light showed their eager faces.
Some stared hungrily at her, their eyes roving over her, trying to commit her naked body to memory. Others were kissing each other, touching each other. Some were touching themselves, pleasuring themselves at the sight of her bound form.
“I think this virgin pussy needs to be punished,” Lilith said, sly grin dancing across her face, “Don’t you?”
Sabrina tensed, tipping her head back to look at the coven circling them. The group cheered, excited at the idea of her being disciplined.
“You decided to not indulge with the pleasures of the flesh, as it is your dark right,” Lilith purred, “And as punishment, your naughty cunt will get a spanking.”
With her cunt already sensitive, Sabrina squirmed in anticipation. She wanted to close her legs but the vines kept them taught and open, on display for anyone to see her throbbing, slick sex.
Smack! Lilith’s hand came down across Sabrina’s cunt and she cried out, pain and pleasure mixing tantalizingly.
“Keep count, virgin witch,” Lilith commanded, and Sabrina managed a breathless “One.”
With each slap Sabrina squealed with pain, gasping and whining as the sting subsided just enough for her to crave more. She was growing even more sensitive, even wetting with each spanking, gasping out the numbers as she tried to keep count despite her dazed mind.
“Twelve,” she panted, wincing as another slap came down, “Thirteen!”
The spankings stopped, and Sabrina lay gasping, trying to catch her breath. Her tears streaking her face had gathered at her ears, and she knew she was a mess.
“What’s better than a well-spanked pussy?” Lilith purred. Sabrina trembled.
“Now… which of her tight holes should I claim first?” Lilith asked the crowd. She ran two fingers between Sabrina’s swollen folds, spreading her so all could see her entrance. “This one?”
The vines pulled again, and Sabrina’s legs went back, knees to shoulders. Lilith’s fingers moved lower still, drawing the moisture between her bottom, teasing the puckered hole there.
“Or this one?”
“N-no- !” The word was out of Sabrina’s mouth before she could think, her body jerking away from Lilith’s probing finger.
Lilith chuckled, pressing the digit against the tight circle of muscle, “Sshh, you want me to fill all your holes don’t you?”
Sabrina gasped and nodded stiffly.
“Pussy!” Someone shouted.
“Fuck her ass!”
The calls were mixed, and Lilith chuckled at the way Sabrina squirmed with hot and sticky embarrassment. She could feel all eyes on her, but Lilith was preening with attention. Sabrina was totally at the mercy of Lilith’s whims, her twisted ideas for how best to use Sabrina’s body, how to play her like a musician with their instrument. It was thought that thrilled her.
The finger toying with her asshole gently pushed inside, stretching her. Sabrina twisted in her vine-binds, moaning. She added a second finger, evilly teasing her for what felt like an eternity before pulling away.
Lilith shifted on her haunches, soft purple smoke billowing up. Around her waist a leather harness had appeared, and hanging from it, between her legs, was a dildo, long and thick. A murmur went up from the crowd and Lilith chuckled.
Sabrina’s legs were jerked down, vines wrapping around her lower limbs so they stayed bent and spread. She was fully exposed and totally vulnerable, the splay of her legs no longer obscuring anyone’s view.
“My little treat for you has been magically crafted,” she explained, slowly rubbing the tip between her sensitive and swollen folds, “It’s bigger and thicker than any warlock or mortal, living or dead.”
“Are you sure it will… fit?” Sabrina asked, eyeing the toy.
“Don’t worry,” Lilith’s low growl flooded her with heat, “You’ll take it.”
Needy and desperate, Sabrina jerked her hips, trying to create friction. But the vibes held her still as Lilith continued her slow, teasing pace.
“Well little virgin? Ready to give yourself to me?”
“Yes!” Sabrina gasped, “Yes! Yes, please! Please- I need-“
It had gone quite around them, save for Sabrina’s gasping breaths, as the coven watched and waited with baited breath.
Lilith leaned over her, bracing her hands on either side of Sabrina’s head. They were so close, Sabrina could smell the sweet scent of Lilith’s skin, feel the brush of her long hair against her. The world had narrowed to only her, only the feeling of skin against skin. Sabrina stared up at Lilith, fully lost in her ice blue haze, totally ready to surrender herself to her.
Between Sabrina’s spread legs, she felt the press of the dildos tip against her aching entrance. Everyone slowed to just her heartbeat, only the sound of Lilith breathing and the pressure at her cunt.
Tilting her hips, Lilith slid inside of Sabrina, stretching her. The dildo was larger than it looked, and Lilith didn’t stop until it was buried fully inside of her. The unholy noises she made echoed through the forest, Sabrina gasped and moaned as she was filled. There was a twinge of pain and then- then- only her .
Lilith stilled, letting Sabrina adjust. At first, it felt as if she’d been split in two, but as her muscles grew used to the stretch, Sabrina felt full. She hadn’t considered herself empty before but now she couldn’t imagine herself without Lilith filling her so completely. It was so thick, so deep inside her, that Sabrina felt her stomach bulge.
Sitting back up on her haunches, Lilith slowly pulled the dildo out until only the tip was left, then thrust it again and again, rough and fast. Her body tried to clench around the length, trying to keep it inside. Each thrust was so deep, so full, that Sabrina found herself moaning uncontrollably, so loud that she knew she should be embarrassed.
Her body trembled as heat flooded her. An orgasm crashed down around her but Lilith’s pass didn’t slow. All around them, the coven was making noise again, cheering as they watched the show.
“Look at how well she’s taking it!” One voice said.
“And the way her breasts bounce with every thrust!”
“All of Greendale will be hearing this slut moan,” adding yet another with a laugh.
Another orgasm washed over Sabrina, making her shake with the sheer intensity of it. Lilith’s warm hands bracketed her hips, grounding her.
“That’s it,” she grunted out, “That’s a good little witch.”
“Li-“ Sabrina managed, “Lilith-“
“I’m here.”
“Lilith- Lilith- Lilith-“ Sabrina was reaching her peak again, chanting the woman’s name like a prayer. Every thrust into her was like a blaze behind her eyelids, pleasure building in her again like a dam about to burst. It twisted tighter and tighter inside her, sticky heat and the mix of pain and pleasure until her sensitive cunt couldn't take it anymore and she came again, harder and more intense than before, sobbing with pleasure. Her vision went black, body tensing, limbs going numb as she slumped back to the forest floor.
And then, when her vision cleared, she found herself staring up at the moon, no longer obscured by trees. Lilith was carrying her, cradling her against her chest as they moved through the meadows, far away from the coven and their ancient traditions.
“Where are you taking me?” Sabrina slurred, but her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, and although she saw Lilith’s red lips curve into a smile, she fell asleep before she heard the reply.