Would Blair actually be up for going to a supernatural sex club? Sure, we had sex and there were power dynamics in play, but nothing like what would happen at a place like Inferno. The only way to find out is to ask. She has enough on her plate, and I don’t want to look like I’m a lovesick puppy, so I’ll just meet up with her tomorrow to see if it is something she would even consider. The deepest part of me hopes she says yes and that this Paige person isn’t actually Mara and we can actually have a good time. Our magic wasn’t in play last night. I want her to see what I can do, and I desperately want to see how she would use her magic on me while we fuck.

I sadly shower away her scent and groan as I stroke my cock to thoughts of her sweet pussy wrapped around me.

“What are we doing here again?” Asmo asks.

“I came here, and you were bored and insisted on tagging along,” I remind him.

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t sit in that shithole anymore and Kas is busy.”

“Pussy whipped.”

“And proud,” he says with a smile.

“Didn’t she lock you in a fairy dimension for a decade?”

“Yeah, but I forgave her.”

“Pathetic,” I say and he shrugs his shoulders.

“Again, why are we here?” he asks, looking at the different products on the shelves. All meant to appear like actual witchcraft, though it’s just bullshit for the mortal tourists who come to town around this time of year. With Halloween around the corner, business appears to be doing well. Apparently the shop is owned by a witch who happens to be in Blair’s coven.

“How can I help you, gentlemen?” a wispy older woman says. She looks to be in her fifties with long white hair, nearly silver-blue eyes, and pale white skin. Her wrist is adorned with a good two dozen bracelets, and she’s wearing a bright yellow maxi dress.

“Great question,” Asmo says, and I ignore him, turning my charm onto this woman. Part of my magic is the words of suggestion. I can make just about any suggestion seem like a good idea to the person I’m speaking to. Supernaturals are hard, half of them have protections against my powers. I’m hoping she doesn’t.

“I’m looking for a witch who can do a specific spell,” I say and I can tell her interest is piqued, but she treats me as though I’m human.

“Surely a man so handsome doesn’t need a love potion.”

I smirk at her. “Of course not, I’m looking for the High Priestess.”

“Oh, such great knowledge of coven hierarchy.”

“Who is the priestess?” I ask her, pushing my magic out.

“Josie Bellamy,” she replies in a daze.

“Where is she?”

“Hiding.”

“Hiding where?”

“She didn’t say.”