Day 2: Breeding Kink/Jealousy/Beltane
The fires of Beltane flickered in the night, casting long shadows over the field where the witches of Fort Salem gathered. The air was thick with the scent of burning herbs and the sound of drums, a primal rhythm that thrummed through the earth and into the very bones of those who danced around the flames. This was the night of the dance, of magic, of fertility. A night when the wild magic of the earth could mingle with the witches, where ancient rituals connected them to their roots, to their most primal selves.
Tally's heart pounded in her chest as she spun through the throng of dancers, her body moving with the reel, the rhythm of the drums pulsing through her veins. The exhilaration of the night coursed through her, her skin tingling with the energy that filled the air. The other witches were just as caught up in it, their movements fluid, graceful, as they swayed and spun around the towering bonfire at the center of the field.
The Beltane dance was a tradition as old as witchcraft itself, a celebration of life, fertility, and the binding of magic. Partners were said to be chosen by fate. As the reel progressed, partners became closer and fate found those who matched each other. It was a sacred thing, powerful and ancient.
But Tally's mind was on Sarah.
Sarah stood at the edge of the gathering, watching the dance unfold with a dark, unreadable expression. She had already moved away with the witchfather, but she had stayed at the edge not continuing with her previous ritual of finding a secluded spot with the man. This year, she watched Tally. There was a possessiveness in her gaze, a sharp intensity that made Tally's skin prickle with awareness every time their eyes met across the fire.
Tally spun again, her breath quickening as she felt the pull of the dance, the magic thick in the air around her. She could feel the tug of fate, the way it guided her movements, the way it pulled her toward her eventual partner. But Sarah wasn't near her. She had already left the reel.
As the dance progressed, Tally found herself slowing, her body instinctively moving toward one of the others in the circle. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair gleaming in the firelight as he reached out to take her hand. Tally felt the jolt of magic as their fingers touched, a spark of connection that was undeniable, unavoidable. The magic had chosen him for her, and for a brief moment, Tally let herself be swept up in it.
But her heart pounded with uncertainty.
She had known that this was part of the reel, part of the ritual. Partners were chosen by the earth's magic, not by desire. And yet, as she stood there, her hand in his, she felt the tension building in her chest. This wasn't right. This wasn't who she wanted.
Before she could say anything, she felt the presence nearing her—a familiar, commanding presence that made her entire body tense in anticipation.
Sarah.
Tally's breath caught in her throat as she turned slightly, her eyes meeting Sarah's intense gaze across the flames. Sarah's face was hard, her expression set in a mask of barely concealed jealousy. Her dark eyes flicked to the man who held Tally's hand, a flicker of something dangerous passing across her features.
Without a word, Sarah strode forward, her presence parting the crowd like a force of nature. The man who had been chosen for Tally by the magic of the earth faltered, his grip on her hand loosening as Sarah approached. There was no question of what would happen next—Sarah wouldn't allow anyone else to have Tally, not tonight.
"Come with me," Sarah commanded, her voice low and rough, leaving no room for argument.
Tally hesitated for only a moment, her heart pounding as she felt the weight of the decision before her. The magic of Beltane was powerful, but Sarah's hold on her was something else entirely. She nodded, letting her hand slip from the man's grasp, her eyes never leaving Sarah's.
Sarah's hand wrapped around Tally's wrist, firm but not painful, as she led her away from the fire, away from the others, into the darkened woods just beyond the edge of the field. The sounds of the drums and activities of the others starting beltane celebrations faded into the background, replaced by the soft rustling of leaves and the quiet crackle of distant flames.
The moment they were far enough from the others, Sarah pushed Tally gently against the trunk of a nearby tree, her body pressing close, her breath hot against Tally's skin. The intensity in her eyes hadn't faded—it had only grown stronger, more possessive.
"You were about to let him have you," Sarah growled, her voice low, dangerous.
The younger girl's breath hitched as she shook her head, her body trembling with the mix of anticipation and fear that always accompanied the General's darker moods. "I wasn't—"
"You were," Sarah cut her off, her hand coming up to grip Tally's jaw, holding her in place as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Tally's ear. "But you're mine, Tally. Only mine."
Tally's pulse raced, her skin tingling with the heat of the older woman's body pressed against hers. "Yes," she whispered, her voice breathy and uncertain. "I'm yours."
Sarah's lips curled into a dark smile as she pulled back just enough to look Tally in the eyes. "Good. Because tonight, I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."
Tally shivered, her body responding to the sheer force of Sarah's presence, to the promise in her words. There was something different about tonight, something more intense, more primal. The magic of Beltane hung thick in the air around them, and Tally could feel it pulsing between them, binding them together in a way that went beyond the ritual.
Sarah's hand moved down, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of Tally's dress, sliding it up her thigh slowly. Tally's breath caught in her throat as Sarah's fingers found their way to the bare skin beneath, her touch firm and possessive.
"I'm going to make you mine in every way tonight," Sarah murmured, her voice low and rough. "Do you understand?"
The redhead nodded, her head spinning with the intensity of the moment. "Yes," she whispered again, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I understand."
Sarah's hand tightened on Tally's thigh, pulling her leg up to wrap around her waist as she pressed her body closer. "Good. Because I'm going to use the magic of Beltane to make sure of it."
Tally's eyes widened at the words, her breath catching in her throat. "What do you mean?"
The General's lips curled into a dark smile as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Tally's skin. "The magic of fertility," she whispered, her voice filled with dark promise. "I'm going to use it to get you pregnant, Tally. You're going to carry my child."
Tally's heart raced, her mind reeling with the implications of Sarah's words. Beltane was a celebration of fertility, of life, and the magic of the earth was powerful enough to make that happen. But it wasn't just the magic of the earth—it was Sarah's magic, too. Sarah, who was so much more than just a witch.
"I thought you couldn't have kids," Tally whispered, her voice barely audible as she tried to process what Sarah was saying.
Sarah's dark eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "I can't bear them," she murmured, her voice low and rough as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Tally's skin. "But you can."
Tally's breath hitched, her mind spinning as she realized the full weight of Sarah's words. She had heard stories about the power of Beltane, about the magic of fertility that could bind two witches together in ways that went beyond the physical. But this—this was something more. This was Sarah using the magic to claim her, to make her hers in the most primal, intimate way possible.
Sarah's hands moved with deliberate precision as she began to remove Tally's dress, the soft fabric slipping from her shoulders and pooling at her feet. The cool night air hit her bare skin, making her shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Sarah's gaze as she looked her over, possessive and hungry.
"You're going to give me everything tonight," Sarah murmured, her voice low and filled with dark promise as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Tally's ear. "I want them all to hear you. I want them to know that you're mine."
Tally gasped, her body trembling with a mix of anticipation and desire as Sarah's hands moved lower, her fingers skimming over her hips, down to her thighs, teasing but not yet giving her what she wanted. The rough bark of the tree bit into Tally's back, a sharp contrast to the soft, deliberate touch of Sarah's hands as they explored her body.
Sarah's lips found the curve of Tally's neck, kissing and biting with just enough force to leave faint marks, a reminder of who she belonged to. She wanted her not just pregnant but marked with her claim. Everyone would know Tally Craven belonged to the Commanding General of the United States Armed Forces.
"Tell me, Tally," Sarah whispered against her skin, her voice dark and commanding. "Do you want this? Do you want to be mine?"
"Yes," Tally gasped, her voice breathy, her body arching toward Sarah's touch. "Yes, Sarah. I'm yours."
Sarah smirked against her neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Good," she murmured, her hand slipping between Tally's legs, her fingers finding her wet and ready. "Because tonight, I'm going to take you like no one else ever could."
Tally's breath hitched, her body tensing as Sarah's fingers slid inside her with a firm, deliberate motion. The sensation was overwhelming, sharp and deep, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She gasped, her fingers curling against the rough bark of the tree as she tried to hold herself up, her knees buckling slightly.
Sarah's other hand gripped Tally's hip, holding her in place, pinning her against the tree as she thrust her fingers deeper, rough and demanding. Tally's body responded immediately, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Sarah worked her with expert precision, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
The rough scratched at her back with each movement, the sensation of pain mixing with the pleasure that coursed through her, heightening everything, making her body burn with need. Sarah's fingers curled inside her, finding the spot that made Tally's legs tremble, and she couldn't hold back the cry that tore from her throat.
"Louder," Sarah growled, her lips brushing against Tally's ear. "I want them to hear you. I want them to know who you belong to."
Sarah's thumb found her clit, pressing down with the perfect amount of pressure. The combination of Sarah's fingers thrusting inside her and the relentless, teasing rhythm of her thumb sent shockwaves through Tally's body. She couldn't stop the sound that tore from her throat, a raw, desperate cry that echoed through the trees around them.
Sarah smirked against her skin, her lips brushing the shell of Tally's ear as she continued to work her with skilled precision. "That's it," she murmured, her voice low and filled with dark satisfaction. "Let them hear you. Let them know who's taking you."
Tally's body shook, her knees buckling as the pleasure built inside her, a growing inferno that threatened to consume her completely. Sarah's arm wrapped around her, keeping her up.
"You're going to give me everything," Sarah whispered, her voice laced with dark promise. "You're going to scream for me, and you're going to carry my child."
Tally's head spun as Sarah's words sank in. The primal magic of Beltane thrummed in the air around them, ancient and powerful, and Tally could feel it wrapping around them both, sealing them together in ways that went beyond the physical.
"I can feel it already," Sarah continued, her voice a low rasp as her thumb pressed harder against Tally's clit, making her body jerk in response. "The magic, the power... it's in you now, Tally. You're mine. And soon, you'll be carrying my child."
Tally gasped, her fingers curling against the rough bark of the tree as she tried to keep herself from falling apart. Her hips bucked involuntarily against Sarah's hand, her need for release building with every stroke of Sarah's fingers, every teasing motion of her thumb.
"Sarah, please," she whispered, her voice barely audible through her ragged breaths. "I... I can't..."
"You can," Sarah growled, her thumb circling Tally's clit faster now, her fingers thrusting deeper inside her, relentless and demanding. "You will."
The world around Tally dissolved into a blur of sensation—the rough bark against her back, the heat of Sarah's body pressing against hers, the overwhelming pleasure of Sarah's fingers inside her. She was lost in it, completely consumed by the primal intensity of the moment.
"Come for me, Tally," Sarah whispered against her ear, her voice low and commanding. "Scream for me. Let them know who's making you come."
Tally's body responded instantly, her legs trembling as the wave of pleasure crashed over her, her back arching against the tree. She couldn't hold back the scream that tore from her lips, raw and desperate, her body shuddering as she came hard, the force of it leaving her gasping for air. Her entire world narrowed to the sensation of Sarah's fingers inside her, the pressure of her thumb on her clit, the heat of her breath against her skin.
Sarah didn't stop. She kept her thumb moving, kept her fingers thrusting, prolonging Tally's orgasm until her legs gave out beneath her, her body collapsing against the tree. But Sarah was there, holding her up, her grip firm and unyielding as she continued to take her, to claim her.
"You're mine," Sarah growled, her voice dark and possessive as she slowed her movements, her fingers stilling inside Tally but not pulling out. "You'll always be mine."
Tally's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her release. Her mind was spinning, her legs weak, but the intensity of Sarah's touch still lingered, grounding her in the moment. She felt completely claimed, completely taken.
"And soon," Sarah continued, her voice softening slightly, but still carrying that edge of command, "you'll be carrying my child."
Tally's heart raced, her mind barely able to comprehend the weight of Sarah's words. The magic of Beltane hung heavy in the air, thick with power and promise, and Tally could feel it, could sense the possibility of what Sarah was saying. It was more than just words—it was the magic binding them together, ancient and unstoppable.
Tally's head rested against the tree, her breath unsteady, but she managed to nod, her body still thrumming with the remnants of pleasure. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm yours."
Sarah leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the side of Tally's neck. "Good girl," she murmured, her fingers finally pulling out of her, leaving Tally feeling empty and spent. But there was no doubt in her mind that Sarah's words were more than just a promise—they were a reality.
As Tally stood there, trembling and gasping for breath, she knew one thing for certain: she belonged to Sarah. And soon, she would carry the proof of that bond within her.