Liminal, subliminal; all a bit silly. Witches forget britches… and knickers!
Pastor Papa ranted against pagan paraphernalia. But Faith’s dreamy Halloween was all cutie-pie saucy, not witchy-bitchy. She snuck outdoors, rocking that ‘ungodly’ Luna Lovegood look. Ignored lecherous frat-bros; let will-of-the-wisp pumpkins guide through tangled woods.
Moonlight revealed a fiery-haired beauty assessing Faith. “You’re queer, dear.”
“My secret.”
Lilith’s fingers clicked magically; clothes vanished. “My secret.”
Smouldering lust ignited. Kneeling, Faith’s tongue fossicked in witchy-poo’s oozing cunt. The soul-searing gush baptized her with girl-cum.
Many orgasms later, Lilith ordered, “Sleep; magick lessons tomorrow.”
“Quidditch?”
“No, silly. Harry Potter’s shite too.”
