Day 8 - Threesome/Selfcest
The night air outside Fort Salem still buzzed with the remnants of Beltane magic. It clung to the atmosphere, thick and heavy, like a mist that had settled over everything. Every inch of the campus seemed to hum with the lingering energy of the ritual, intensifying everything—the connection between the witches, the earth, and especially between Tally and Sarah. Tally felt it deep inside her bones, pulsing beneath her skin, as she made her way to Sarah's quarters.
But tonight, something felt off—different.
The moment Tally stepped through the door, she felt it. The air in the room shifted immediately, vibrating with something ancient, something powerful. It wasn't just Sarah she sensed, though she was there too, standing as she usually did in her black uniform, sharp gaze and all. But there was someone else. Another presence.
Her breath hitched when her eyes landed on her. It was Sarah, and yet… it wasn't. Beside her stood a figure that looked like Sarah, the same height, the same features, but there was something more ethereal about this one—something almost untouchable. This was the Mother, Tally realized—the ancient force of witchcraft itself, embodied in Sarah Alder's form.
Tally's chest tightened at the sight of them, standing side by side. Two Sarahs, but each with a distinct energy. One was the General she had known, the one she loved, and the other... the Mother, something far older, more primal. The Mother's gaze was softer than Sarah's usual sharpness, but it still held that same commanding presence.
"I felt you coming," Sarah's voice broke the silence, softer than usual, but still laced with that firm authority Tally had always known. "I wanted you to meet her."
Tally's heart pounded as her gaze flickered between the two. Energy radiated off them in waves, making her skin prickle with awareness. She'd heard the stories about witches being visited by the Mother, but she'd never expected this—never expected to feel it so intensely. The room seemed to pulse with an unspoken desire, thick and heady.
"She's always been a part of me," the Mother spoke, her voice smoother, more melodic than Sarah's usual tone. "And now, she's part of you."
Tally swallowed hard, her breath quickening as she tried to process the weight of the Mother's words. The connection between them felt sacred, like something unspoken but understood. Almost holy.
Sarah moved closer to her, lifting a hand to cup Tally's face. Her touch was firm, grounding, but there was a tenderness there too, something personal. "We share more than just memories, Tally," Sarah murmured, her thumb brushing gently over Tally's cheek. "Tonight, we share everything."
Tally's heart raced in her chest, her entire body trembling with anticipation, with need. The connection between them had always been intense, but now—with the Mother here—it felt heightened, magnified. It was like every sensation, every emotion was amplified to the point where she could hardly breathe.
The Mother stepped forward, her presence wrapping around them both, overwhelming yet strangely comforting at the same time. "You are bound to her, just as I am," the Mother whispered, resting her hand lightly on Tally's shoulder. "Tonight, we honor that bond."
Tally shuddered as the Mother's touch sent warmth flooding through her. The power radiating from her was unlike anything Tally had felt before, like the very air around them was thrumming with magic, cocooning them all in its embrace. It was deep, primal—something far beyond what Tally had ever experienced.
Without another word, Sarah leaned in, capturing Tally's lips in a slow, lingering kiss. It was soft at first, but the intensity between them sparked immediately. Tally's body reacted without hesitation, her heart pounding as she melted into the kiss, her hands instinctively reaching for Sarah's uniform, gripping it tightly to pull her closer. The connection between them buzzed, sending a shiver down Tally's spine, but it was the presence of the Mother, watching, guiding, that made the moment feel even more powerful.
When Sarah finally pulled back, the Mother stepped in, her fingers grazing lightly over Tally's arm, leaving warmth in their wake. "This is a gift," the Mother murmured, her voice like a soft, steady breeze. "One we give to each other."
Tally's breath hitched as the Mother leaned in, pressing her lips to Tally's in a kiss that was softer, more delicate than Sarah's, but no less intense. The energy between them pulsed with every second, the connection growing stronger with each touch, each shared breath. It was like the three of them were bound in a way that was beyond just the physical.
Sarah's hands moved to Tally's waist, more commanding now, as she began to undress her. The cool air of the room brushed over Tally's skin as the fabric of her clothes was peeled away, layer by layer. The Mother joined in, her hands gentle but sure, both of them undressing Tally with the kind of reverence that made it feel like a ritual, like something sacred.
Tally's entire body trembled under their hands, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the moment overwhelmed her. She had never felt anything like this—like their magic, their connection, was pressing down on her, binding them all together in a way that went beyond the physical.
When Tally was fully bare before them, Sarah and the Mother exchanged a glance, something silent passing between them. The Mother stepped back slightly, allowing Sarah to take the lead. Her gaze never left Tally as she gently guided her to the bed.
"Lie down," Sarah's voice came again, soft but with an underlying command, the kind that made Tally feel like she had no choice but to obey. Her body trembled as she reclined on the bed, the anticipation thrumming through her like a current she couldn't control. The magic in the room was palpable, so thick in the air it felt like it wrapped around her, coiling tighter with every passing second.
The Mother's presence lingered nearby, her energy gentle yet powerful, like the earth itself watching over them. The air between them all felt electrified, like something sacred and unbreakable was connecting them. It was overwhelming in the best possible way.
Sarah stood above her for a moment, her gaze heavy with desire, but still softened with affection. Tally's skin flushed under her stare. It wasn't just lust—there was something deeper, something more powerful in the way Sarah looked at her. Like she was seeing every part of her, her bare skin, her vulnerabilities, and accepting them all.
The Mother stood beside Sarah, watching with her ethereal, ancient gaze, like she was witnessing something sacred and eternal unfold. Tally could feel the weight of it, her body buzzing with the intensity of the moment.
Without a word, Sarah's hands moved first. Her fingertips brushed lightly against Tally's skin, starting at her shoulders, sending a shiver down her spine. Her touch was slow, deliberate, like she was tracing every inch of her, committing her to memory. Sarah's touch was firm but careful, always balanced between control and care. She moved down Tally's arms, leaving warmth in the wake of her touch, before drifting over her collarbone.
"You're perfect," Sarah's voice was a low murmur, filled with something reverent, something awe-struck, as her hands continued their journey lower. Her fingers brushed over Tally's breasts, pausing there, her thumbs gently circling her nipples in a way that made Tally's breath catch.
And then the Mother stepped forward.
Her presence, once watching from a distance, now enveloped Tally like a wave of calm and warmth. Her fingers joined Sarah's in their exploration, her touch softer, lighter, but no less intense. While Sarah's touch was commanding, almost possessive, the Mother's was worshipful, like she was handling something precious. Her fingertips danced lightly over Tally's skin, as though tracing invisible symbols.
The contrast between their touches sent a thrill of pleasure through Tally's body. Sarah's firm, steady hands alongside the Mother's light, almost reverent caresses—it was overwhelming, in the best possible way. Tally gasped softly, her body responding to their combined touch, her chest rising and falling with each deep, shaky breath.
The Mother leaned down, her lips barely brushing over Tally's breast, a featherlight kiss that made her whole body tremble. Sarah followed, her lips pressing a little harder against the other side of Tally's chest. It was the perfect balance—softness and firmness, control and surrender. Tally felt her body arch under their touch, her skin alight with the sensation of being worshipped by both of them.
Their hands continued their slow descent down her body. Sarah's fingers moved purposefully, traveling lower to Tally's hips, her grip tightening as she spread Tally's legs apart with a steady, gentle insistence. The Mother's hands followed the path of Sarah's, their movements so in sync it was like they were guided by the same force, by something much larger than just the three of them.
Tally's breath hitched when she felt Sarah's fingers slide through her wetness, teasing her entrance. The sensation made her whole body tense with anticipation. The Mother's fingers soon joined in, light but sure, tracing the same path, their combined touch sending waves of heat and pleasure through Tally.
The two of them moved together in perfect harmony, worshiping Tally's body like it was something sacred. It wasn't just desire fueling their movements—it was devotion, the kind that made Tally feel like she was being cherished, every inch of her body adored in a way that went beyond the physical.
Sarah's thumb pressed against her clit, slow, firm circles that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her. At the same time, the Mother's fingers slid inside her. Tally gasped, her body tensing with the sudden fullness, the contrasting sensations overwhelming her. Sarah's steady pressure on her clit, paired with the Mother's insistent, delicate movements inside her, was almost too much.
"You're doing so well," Sarah whispered, her voice soft and filled with warmth as she continued to move her thumb in perfect rhythm. "Just let go, Tally. Let us take care of you."
Tally whimpered softly, her body trembling as she surrendered fully to the pleasure coursing through her. Her hips moved instinctively, pressing harder against their fingers, chasing the rising wave inside her. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps, and she could feel the weight of their magic pressing down on her, their connection binding them together, not just physically, but spiritually. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
The Mother's fingers curled inside her, just right, brushing against that spot that made Tally's body jerk in response. Sarah's thumb pressed harder against her clit, the pressure perfect, sending sharp waves of pleasure through her. Tally's toes curled as the pleasure built and built, slow and steady like a wave gaining strength before crashing against the shore.
Tally's breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. She could feel it—the magic, the power, wrapping around her like a warm blanket, amplifying every sensation, making it impossible to focus on anything but the pleasure building inside her.
"Let go, Tally," Sarah whispered, her voice now commanding but still soft. "We've got you."
Tally's body surrendered completely to Sarah's command. The tension inside her snapped like a tightly pulled cord, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her with such intensity she almost couldn't breathe. The orgasm hit her all at once, overwhelming and all-consuming. Her back arched off the bed, her fingers gripping the sheets as she cried out, her whole body trembling under the force of it.
Sarah's thumb kept its steady rhythm, working her clit through every aftershock, her fingers never stopping their gentle pressure. The Mother's fingers inside her continued their slow, measured strokes, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from Tally's trembling form. It was like they were both guiding her through the release, keeping her right on the edge of bliss, drawing out the sensations until it felt like she was floating.
Tally's breath came in short, desperate pants, her body still trembling from the overwhelming high. Every nerve in her body felt like it was buzzing, electrified by their combined touch. It was as if their hands were the only things tethering her to reality, keeping her grounded as her body pulsed with the remnants of pleasure.
As the waves of her orgasm finally began to fade, Tally collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent. Her chest rose and fell in deep, ragged breaths, her body warm and slick with sweat. Her limbs felt heavy, weightless at the same time, her entire being still humming with the intensity of the moment.
Sarah was the first to pull back, her thumb lifting gently from Tally's sensitive clit, her touch softening as she caressed Tally's thigh. The Mother followed, sliding her fingers from inside Tally, her hand resting lightly on Tally's abdomen, a soothing presence as Tally came down from the high.
The room seemed quieter now, the magic still lingering but calmer, more subdued. It wrapped around them like a blanket, warm and comforting, filling the space with a quiet sense of peace. Tally's heart still raced in her chest, but it was no longer from the intensity of desire. Now, it was from the deep, undeniable connection she felt between the three of them—a connection that went beyond the physical, something deeper, more sacred.
The Mother leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Tally's forehead. Her touch was filled with reverence, with something that felt almost holy. "You are blessed," she whispered, her voice soft and melodic, filled with a deep, ancient wisdom that made Tally's heart swell.
Tally smiled weakly, still breathless from the intensity of it all, but her heart was full. The warmth of their combined presence wrapped around her like a comforting embrace, grounding her, making her feel safe. She hadn't just experienced pleasure—she had experienced a bond, a deep connection that felt eternal.
But even as her body relaxed, as the tension drained from her muscles, she knew the night wasn't over. There was still something more, something that needed to be fulfilled.
Sarah stood, her gaze still dark with desire, but now filled with a softer affection as she looked down at Tally. "Now, it's time for you to worship," she said, her voice a quiet command.
Tally's body trembled with anticipation, her pulse quickening as she pushed herself up on shaky arms. Her gaze met Sarah's, and there was something unspoken between them—an understanding, a shared desire that pulsed between them like a heartbeat. The Mother stood by her side, watching with that same knowing gaze, like she understood the sacredness of what was about to happen.
Tally's fingers shook slightly as she reached for Sarah, gently tugging at the buttons of her uniform, peeling away the fabric slowly. She felt the cool air of the room rush over Sarah's skin as she revealed her inch by inch, and with each piece of clothing she removed, the weight of the moment grew heavier. Sarah stood still, allowing Tally to take her time, her breath coming in soft, measured gasps as her bare skin was slowly exposed.
When Sarah was finally fully revealed, standing before them in nothing but the warmth of the room, Tally paused for a moment, her breath catching at the sight of her. Sarah's body was strong, powerful, yet there was something incredibly vulnerable about the way she stood now—naked, exposed, but completely unafraid.
Tally shared a glance with the Mother, a silent understanding passing between them. Together, they began to worship Sarah's body with the same reverence they had shown Tally. Their hands and lips moved over her skin, soft and loving, their touches filled with devotion.
Tally pressed gentle kisses to Sarah's chest, her lips lingering over her skin as her hands roamed lower, exploring the firmness of her thighs, the curve of her hips. The Mother knelt beside her, her fingers trailing softly over Sarah's back, her touch light but filled with that ancient reverence that seemed to come naturally to her.
Sarah's breath came in short, shallow gasps, her body trembling slightly as Tally and the Mother worshiped her. There was something sacred in the way they moved, something that went beyond lust—it was love, devotion, something deeper than desire. The air pulsed with magic, binding them all together in a way that felt eternal.
As Tally's hands moved lower, her fingers teasing the space between Sarah's legs, she whispered softly, "We're yours, Sarah. Always."
Sarah's breath hitched, her body tensing slightly at Tally's words, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she surrendered to their touch, her hips shifting slightly to give them better access. And in that moment, the three of them were bound together—not just by magic, but by something deeper, something sacred.
Tally's fingers, now joined by the Mother's, moved in perfect harmony, teasing Sarah's entrance before slowly sliding inside. Sarah gasped, her head tilting back as her body instinctively responded to their combined touch. The room seemed to hum with energy again, the magic between them thrumming in the air like a pulse, as their fingers worked in unison, pushing deeper inside her.
The Mother's touch was gentle but deliberate, her fingers curling slightly as they stroked Sarah's inner walls. Tally's touch was firmer, more insistent, pressing deeper with each thrust. Together, they built a rhythm, their fingers moving together in perfect sync, slowly driving Sarah higher and higher toward the edge.
"You're so beautiful," Tally whispered against Sarah's skin, her breath warm as her other hand moved up to caress Sarah's breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples with soft pinches. "Let go for us, Sarah. We've got you."
Sarah's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling as the pleasure built inside her. The combined touch of Tally and the Mother, the way their fingers filled her so completely, was overwhelming in the most exquisite way. Sarah's hips bucked instinctively, pressing harder against their hands, chasing the rising wave inside her that threatened to break at any moment.
The Mother's voice came soft, almost ethereal, as she leaned in closer to Sarah, her lips brushing lightly against her ear. "You are loved. You are blessed. Let go, Sarah."
Those words, spoken with the Mother's ancient, calming presence, seemed to unlock something deep within Sarah. Her body tensed, her muscles tightening as she felt the wave of pleasure build higher and higher, like a tide about to crash. And then, with a soft, desperate cry, she came.
Sarah's entire body trembled violently as the orgasm ripped through her, powerful and all-consuming. Her muscles clenched around their fingers, her hips grinding against their hands as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses. It was so intense, so raw, that for a moment, she felt like she was floating—completely untethered from everything but the sensation of their combined touch and the connection that bound them.
Tally and the Mother held her through it, their fingers still moving inside her, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from Sarah's trembling form. Sarah's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her chest heaving as the aftershocks of her orgasm pulsed through her. She could barely think, barely process the intensity of what she had just experienced. All she could do was feel—feel the warmth of their hands, the love in their touch, the magic that still lingered thick in the air.
As the last waves of her release finally began to subside, Sarah collapsed back against the bed, her body spent and trembling. It was as though every part of her had been completely unraveled, and now she was left floating in the warm, comforting aftermath. Her heart still raced in her chest, but there was a sense of peace, a deep, calming stillness that settled over her.
Tally leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Sarah's lips. Her touch was gentle, filled with affection and awe. "You did so well," Tally whispered, her voice quiet but full of love. "You're amazing."
The Mother followed, leaning down to press her hand gently to Sarah's chest. Her touch was warm and soothing, a comforting weight that made Sarah feel grounded. "You are truly blessed, Sarah," the Mother murmured, her voice still soft but carrying that deep, ancient power that seemed to resonate through the room. "You have found love, and through it, you are whole."
Sarah's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto the Mother's. For a moment, there was a silent exchange between them—something deep and sacred that didn't need words. The Mother's smile was soft, knowing, as though she understood everything Sarah felt in that moment.
And then, slowly, the Mother began to step back, her presence growing fainter as the magic in the room shifted. The air around them seemed to calm, the intensity of the energy that had filled the space earlier now easing into something quieter, more settled.
"You are both blessed," the Mother said, her voice growing softer as she began to disappear, her form fading into the shadows. "Cherish this bond, for it is eternal."
With those final words, the Mother's presence dissolved, leaving only Sarah and Tally alone in the room. The magic lingered, a quiet hum that still wrapped around them like a warm embrace, but the air felt lighter now, more peaceful.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Sarah's body still trembled slightly, her chest rising and falling with each slow, deliberate breath as she came down from the intensity of her release. Tally lay beside her, her hand resting gently on Sarah's chest, her touch warm and grounding.
"I love you," Tally whispered softly, her voice filled with affection as she leaned in, pressing another gentle kiss to Sarah's temple.
Sarah smiled, her body still heavy with the aftershocks of her orgasm, but her heart felt light. "I love you too," she murmured, her voice quiet but filled with certainty.
In the quiet aftermath, they lay together, their bodies entwined, knowing that what they shared was something sacred—something blessed. The bond between them wasn't just magic; it was love, devotion, something deeper than anything either of them had ever known. It went beyond time, beyond this moment, and it was theirs forever.