Matthew felt dizzy as the world around him tilted and he felt himself falling down. He braced for impact with the hard ground but what greeted him instead was a soft bed, specifically his bed.
"Mary, what did you do? I thought you needed a coven to cast a spell," Matthew spoke, clearly shaken.
"Generally that is the case. But that is because of a spell binding them to their coven when they become a mother witch. Right now you are the only coven I have. When you made a wish and I lent your wish some of my powers combined with your life-force and it came to be," she shrugged.
"Oh, Mary," Matthew exclaimed, pulling her on top of him. "No more powers. It is forbidden for you to use your powers in the capitol. Your origin is our secret, remember"
Mary nodded, realizing the intimacy of the embrace.
"Is it true that you have reached your womanhood?" Matthew asked pointedly.
"I shall be twelve years old in a month. It is the age when all witches are mated. In witch years I am mature enough", she insisted.
"I am going to taste your blood now. For a royal thirst and lust keep close company. I cannot tell you that you will be the only woman in my life. I am engaged to be married before the end of the century to another royal. But you will always be mine and I shall always be yours. This is beyond physical, Mary. I can almost feel your soul," Matthew confessed.
Mary felt the warm tears in her eyes. She did not know what was happening to her. Her body felt like it belonged to someone else. She let herself be swept by emotion as the sharp fangs pierced her skin.
Unknown to Matthew and Mary an ancient prophesy was being fulfilled in this moment, a prophecy that had propelled an entire race to uproot itself and find a new world. The union of two god-like races, each with the power to control the basic elements was prophesied in the stars millennia ago. A wiccan princess was born in galaxy of Centaurilla, in the depth of universe, destined to bear the child who would be stronger than all their kinds. Wars were waged to keep the child safe and when of age she, with her trusted few, escaped to a land they had not known. Her destiny was however never fulfilled but her spirit lived on in her descendents and manifested itself in Myrina.
For the duration of a few moment they were no longer Myrina and Matthew but rather Cynthia and Silas. The universe bore testimony as the two were united in a bond neither fully comprehended. Mary lost her innocence and Matthew broke his curse. When morning came the light that greeted them met two different creatures.
When Mary opened her eyes she took in her strange surroundings. She was no longer in the drab cottage that housed her coven. She was in a palatial building with ornate columns and painted ceilings. The bed she lay on was soft linen and the weight on her abdomen was the hand of a man not the weight of a weapon. Mary had escaped the sacrifice and had managed to get rid of the one thing that instigated her coven from offering her to powers she did not understand. She had managed to lose her innocence and that to, to someone who cared for her as a person.
When Matthew opened his eyes he was taken aback. He distinctly remembered going to bed with a mere child of eleven. The woman who lay naked in his arms was a woman of age with voluptuous curves and a rosy face.
"Who are you?" he croaked his surprise.
"Master," Mary asked, surprised at her own voice. She touched her hand to her throat finding it much thicker than what it was.
"How did you enter and where is Mary?" he demanded.
"I am Mary," she insisted. Matthew gave a hysteric laugh at that answer. "I told you that magic inside the capitol is forbidden. Which part of that statement did you forget? Are you trying to realize another of my wishes?"
"What do you mean? I didn't do any magic," she said innocently.
"Well, Mary, you are a grown woman now." He said eyeing her naked bosom as he felt blood rush to his loins. He knew those dark blue eyes belonged to her. It had to be the girl he promised his devotion to. "I know those eyes," he said, pulling her closer to his manhood.
"Well, I do not know yours," Mary said, overcoming the shock of her transformation.
"What do you mean?" Matthew asked.
"The last time I saw your eyes they were blood red. Now they are a deep purple," she exclaimed.
"I assume something happened last night. You activated my powers. A royal's eyes glow purple when they go through a power surge. It goes back to blood red otherwise." Matthew informed.
"I kind of like the purple eyes," Mary stated.
"I want to explore this new body of yours," he confessed.
Mary nodded subtly. She didn't dare tell him that arousal was not the only thing she felt in his presence. Powers that she only felt during spell chants at her coven now rushed through her veins. She felt more powerful than she ever was. She knew powers were forbidden where she was and she would have to keep it that way.
Matthew never had his fill of Mary. He kept lingering for more. It was almost midday when Mary's stomach groaned with hunger and their consummation had to be paused. When the door was opened however, there stood a worried Jesse.
"Where is Mary? Your horse was found wandering outside the palace gates and when asked about the girl you brought along the slave matron said that no one knows anything," Jesse accused.
"Well," Matthew hesitated, knowing that he cannot explain Mary's transformation without giving away a secret that could lead to her being burned alive. "I let the girl go. Her infatuation couldn't be handled." Matthew spit out.
"So you do not have a slave," Jesse breathed a sigh.
Matthew suddenly remembered the grown up Mary that was just inside his room. "Well actually when I went to return her to her village I met her cousin who was also being sold off. So I bought her instead and this time I actually paid in gold." he bluffed.
"Really. Where is this cousin of Mary and what is her name?" asked the skeptical Jesse. It was time for her appearance and Mary walked out from behind her lover and faced the man she had met the day before.
"Hello sir, my name is Myrina and I am glad that Master chose me for him." she honestly confessed. Matthew wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss behind her ears. He noticed something he hadn't before. Just behind her ears Myrina showed a marking that resembled a pair of peaches, the symbol of the Bellini household.