Witch Bitches

Eddie woke up with a raging hard-on. He rolled over in bed, tossed his comforter and blanket off his torso, and reached for his cell phone. His girlfriend, Jessica—HecatesDaughter on Discord, the Shadow Weaver and Seer of Mama Sapphire’s Temple of Gu—was driving from Somerville to spend the weekend with him. She was going to be there any minute. “I need to get my ass up,” he thought as he looked down to examine his erection.

“Kojak!” he exclaimed, looking down at his wanker. He gently caressed the head of his cock, then gave the whole shaft a couple of tugs.

He heard the front door open, with the sound of a petite woman’s voice calling out, “Eddie, I’m here.”

Eddie jumped out of bed and came around the corner from the bedroom to the living room. “What’s up, baby? I’m awake.”

Jessica smiled and put down her bags. She walked over to him and squatted down, so her face was two inches from Eddie’s erect cock. “Give Kojak a kiss, baby,” Eddie said, thrusting his hips forward so Jessica could perform her cock-worshipping duties.

She took Eddie's erection in her hand and pulled his turned-up prick downward, as if she was holding a microphone. “Hello Kojak,” she said, followed by a peck on the tip of his head. Eddie named his wanker Kojak because he liked him cleanly shaved and bald. As she pulled her mouth away, a trail of pre-cum glistened in the sunlight, connecting his magick wand to her lips.

“Hang on, baby. Let me put on my sweatpants and we will get the fuck out of here,” Eddie said with a boyish grin on his face.

Northampton in the late afternoon was its own kind of magick. The October air was crisp, and the streetlights on Main Street were just beginning to flicker on, illuminating the brick-and-ivy of the old buildings.

Jessica, a few steps ahead, was a vision to be had. She wore a flowing, floor-length, emerald velvet skirt and a cropped black moto jacket, her wild red hair flying through the wind. Around her arm was slung the custom-made purse Eddie bought on Etsy for her birthday. It was a purple handmade leather symbol for the Artist Formerly Known as Prince.

Eddie checked his reflection in a shop window and could see his huge bulge protruding out of his grey sweatpants. He could see the full outline of his shaft and the head of his penis hanging to the right of the seam.

Jessica laughed. “It's The Blushing Yoni, Eddie.” The shop didn't look like a typical adult store. The window display was artistic. It featured body-positive, abstract sculptures, swaths of iridescent fabric, and a few beautifully crafted glass objects that weren’t vases. A simple, elegant sign, hand-painted on the wood, read: The Blushing Yoni: Tools for Joyful Embodiment.

A tiny bell that sounded like a high-quality meditation chime tinkled as they entered. The inside was warm, smelling of lavender, sandalwood, and faintly, the clean, medical-grade scent of silicone. Reclaimed wood shelves held items of all shapes and colors, lit like jewelry.

A person appeared from the back room, humming along to the Cocteau Twins song playing softly. "Be with you in just a minute, folks!"

Eddie smiled. This person was a work of art. They had a bright, magenta-dyed shag haircut, a silver ring in their septum, and were wearing a vintage plaid suit jacket over a sparkling silver tunic, paired with baggy cargo pants and platform boots. Their nametag, pinned to the jacket, simply read ROBYN (They/Them).

Robyn’s voice was a bright, pleasant tenor that could be a high baritone or a low alto, and it was filled with genuine enthusiasm. “Okay! Welcome to the pussy palace. What's the quest today?”

“Hi, Robyn,” Jessica said. “We're… prop shopping.”

“Props!” Robyn clapped their hands. “My favorite. Auteur cinema, I assume. What's the vibe of the project? We've got Tech-Noir, Organic-Ethereal, Sacred Slut… the whole rainbow.”

Eddie, feeling a bit out of his depth but loving this energy, stepped forward. “We're shooting content for our OnlyFans. We need… well, we need a ‘wow’ piece.”

“A ‘wow’ piece for a ‘power’ piece?” Robyn asked, one eyebrow raised. “Say no more.”

Robyn’s expression became one of professional focus, a high-end sommelier about to recommend the perfect wine. “Divine. We're talking harnesses, then. You want to look like a god-form, right? Show the world the power you're channeling.”

“Yes!” Jessica breathed.

Jessica was a Wiccan by faith and Italian by heritage, and she was Eddie’s girl. On Discord she was HecatesDaughter. In the Temple of Gu she walked as Shadow Weaver, a Seer. Her grandmother had taught her strega when she was a little girl, but she used the books of Scott Cunningham to give her rituals the theurgical structure to practice High Magick. Hecate was both her Goddess and her adoptive Mother.

Robyn led them to a wall that was a far cry from seedy leather garbage. It was art. There were harnesses made of soft, vegan suede in pastel colors, others of iridescent, oil-slick-black vinyl, and some woven from thick, soft rope.

“This,” Robyn said, “is all just Radical Faerie drag, really.”

“Queer Glamour Magick,” Eddie smirked.

Robyn nodded sagely.

“Ah. The Artemis.” It was a harness made of a deep, teal-blue vegan leather, tooled with subtle, swirling patterns. The buckles were a muted, brushed brass. “And for the 'prop' itself…” Robyn moved to a different display, a wall of silicone shapes that looked like sea creatures and exotic plants.

They selected one with a reverent hand. It was beautiful, a graceful, curved shape in an impossible iridescent color that shifted from peacock-blue to a deep purple. They brought the two pieces together, holding them up for Jessica. “The 'Artemis' harness… with 'Leviathan's Whisper.' What do you think?”

Jessica stepped forward, her eyes wide. She took the harness from Robyn, feeling its weight.

“Oh… my… gods,” she whispered. She held it up against her body, the teal contrasting with her white porcelain skin and red hair. “Eddie, look.”

Eddie temporarily lost his breath. In an instant, he could see the scene: Jessica, wearing this, a warrior-goddess, a priestess of Hecate in full command over his asshole.

“Jess,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. “That's it. That's… wow. You look… Divine.”

“That's the point, right?” Robyn said, beaming. “Empowerment. Joy. Magick. That's the assignment.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “Assignment accepted.” He nodded.

“Is this the right size?” Jessica asked, holding up Leviathan's Whisper to Eddie for him to approve.

“Yeah, I can take that,” he responded, and they checked out.

As Robyn rang them up, Eddie felt that familiar "soft spot" settle into his chest. This was his world. This was his crew. Witches, Brujos, and nonbinary Faeries, all just helping each other make sex magick for the world.

“Have a magickal shoot, you two,” Robyn said, handing them the bag.

“Oh, we will,” Jessica said, grinning at Eddie.

As they stepped back out into the chilly Northampton night, Eddie felt grounded. “Okay, let’s shoot some porn,” he said, chuckling as they made their way back to his apartment.