Incest/Taboo Alpine Hideaway Magic

Brittany whimpered and bleated like as if I was breeding a nanny-goat. She brought a hand to her cunny and commenced to feverishly rub her pink sex, (all while urging to please keep pushing deeper into her pink tunnel of "earthly-delights)." In response, I grabbed her hips and both of my hands drew at her lovely Valentine shaped fesses as I attempted to imitate the manner of a Parisian sewer rat; tunneling my schwanze deeper into the darkest recesses of her ravishing rectum. Inch by inch, and yelp by happy-yelp; I gained headway into her nasty nether-pit.

At last I was in as far as I could go; balls touching her bum-pucker and giving her tight little canal a nice widening str-r-r-retch! She caught her breath and nodded her head; signaling for me to proceed. We began to fuck with myself in a kneeling crouch; sawing forward and down into her bottom-hole, and she with her arse high and her head down, (all whimpers, curses, and breathy moans).

Katinka rose to her feet; placing a doubloon-sized nipple to my lips and bidding me to nurse. I took her in my mouth and began to suckle; reveling in the buxom Baba Yaga's bountiful bosom as she feverishly pinched her other nipple. We cast quite a shadow; me sucking and munching at the teat of a buxom Russian blonde, and Brittany down below us; squeaking and squealing with delight as I plunged into her upturned entrails with each exhilarating stroke. The sky above us boiled and raged with zipping streaks of lightning crashing across the heavens; as if all our activities down in this Alpine bowl were now a magical powerhouse, fueling something truly powerful and awesome. We fucked on as all around us, naked bodies wriggled and thrashed in the light of dancing flames!

We thrashed and thrashed; rutting and cavorting like three maddened beasts completely swept up in the moment. There became nothing else for us it seemed, no mountain, no other bodies around us, no fires, no storm raging above, no time. There was just we three welded together; fucking, slobbering, and smashing wetly as sweat flew from our bodies and ran down our cheeks. It was a tremendous copulation and I felt a sort of electricity running through us like a closed circuit, feeding something bigger and more powerful. It was as if something truly amazing was now fueled by us and the sweaty bodies collectively humping all around in the shadows and firelight.

Our energy built and built over the minutes. One of my hands held Brittany's hip in an iron grip as I launched my cock again and again at her intestines. My free hand by now had found Katinka's hooded pink clitoral button and strummed at it vigorously; forcing her to shake her blonde mane as she continued to nurse me at her lovely rounded babushka breasts. I glanced up out of the corner of my eye momentarily and saw the sky was inky black; flashes of lightning showing its underside to be more an angry lake in a tempest rather than a ceiling of clouds. It was just then I felt it, (or more appropriately it was felt by all of us three).

It came as a great surging rush through us and it was a crescendo to be sure; however, it was as if my spending fed off Brittany's and that of Katinka's, (as those of both women fed off of mine and that of one another)! As a result, I blew my salty load hard and deep into the French woman's lovely pink sewer-pipe; all while she was gushing and sobbing, (weeping as it were at both ends). Meanwhile Katinka bawled and tossed her head back as if her heart had broken, (her fountain splash of dew showering both my hand and Brittany's body before her). The sky reacted in kind, sending a roaring spider web of lightning bolts in a dozen directions as the mountain rumbled and quaked beneath us.

Panting and bathed in my own sweat, I pushed back with both hands from Brittany's ravaged rump and surveyed my hard work; my hands holding apart her arse-cheeks. Her anus hung open slack like a battered pink mouth; stretched enough so I might have inserted three fingers without so much as having touched a side. A moment later a trickle of my semen leaked over the rim of her pink pucker and ran down her crotch. Beyond the ragged edge of her sphincter I saw she was filled to capacity with my seed; making her worn out rectum resemble more a pink sea grotto flooded with a tide of foamy brine.

The French girl fell on her side and the Russian maid fell atop her in a sweating fleshy mass of hips, thighs, bellies and bosoms. A happy wet fart from Brittany heralded the expulsion of more of my seed from her arse onto the skins. There was a pause. The two women then exploded in howling cackles of bawdy laughter at Brittany's post buggery flatulence.

The air hung heavy with the smells of sweat, cunt, and freshly fucked ass. My schwanze hung drooping but still long, dripping the last dregs of my spending, mixed with the heady scent of Brittany's nastiest place. Brittany rose from Katinka's side and seized my low hanging member and seized it up saying,

"Merci Monsieur, I would like to thank you for a delightful fuck in the manner of my people, and to show you that I am not ungrateful... I intend to clean up after myself."

She popped my foul cock into her mouth; sucking me long and hard as Katinka laughed and cackled like a half-drunk harpy on the skins below her. I ran my fingers through her hair and reveled at that marvelous French mouth as it worked and worked me back into a more hygienic state of affairs. I gazed down into those marvelous hazel French eyes; wanting so desperately to dive into them as the they beamed up at me in gratitude and those two lovely French lips sucked and sucked and sucked.

At last Katinka decided my "cleanup" (however necessary), was over. With a strong Russian hand, she reached up and pulled Brittany down to her; my freshly sucked cock popping from the French girl's lips like a Champagne cork. She wanted now to have the lovely French truffle all to herself and by the looks of things, she no longer was interested in sharing.

As the two kicked and cavorted in a lesbian cuddle-knot on the skins below me, I noticed we had company. I glanced up and saw Isolde looking at me; her grey blonde hair unkempt and waving slightly in the breeze. She had a look of a woman freshly fucked and in the mood for much more of the same.

"Your grandmother said I should make a point of fucking you and now I shall just that, Stephen," she said with unblinking serious eyes as she threw herself upon me.

She wrapped arms about my form; pressing her lips to mine in a forceful kiss as she hooked one leg about my waist. The next thing I knew she was leaning backwards; pulling me down with her. We fell together, landing on the furs next to the undulating forms of Brittany and Katinka; barely missing the two fornicating females, (who were too busy already in a feast of Sapphic gluttony to pay us any attention).

Isolde broke our kiss and looked down at my cock. I was limp but still alive. She made a face and then barked a command spell.

"Hard NOW!" she said with the authority of a barracks sergeant.

I suddenly felt my head go slightly dizzy as it seemed all the blood in my body raced in the direction of my schwanze. My member immediately rushed with blood and transformed into a stiff throbbing mass of penetrative magnificence as the spell took effect. Veins bulged at its ridged sides and a fresh slobber of pre-ejaculate ran from the tip; giving it a striking resemblance not unlike a drooling legless salamander as it rose and fell, (jutting upward as it did so). By all accounts, I was ready for whatever it was on Isolde's mind as I lay next to her.

She pulled me over atop her and had me suspend myself in the manner of a military push-up. I now looked like a leaning table with an extra leg jutting down. I ignored an accidental kick from Katinka, (who'd commenced grinding in a woman-to-woman scissoring fuck with Brittany next to us), as Isolde seized my cock firmly in her hand. The four of us must have appeared to be a bizarre traffic collision of sweaty flesh on the now crowded skins and furs in the light of the dancing flames.

With the unblinking scrutiny of a jeweler working a precious stone, Isolde bit her lip and wrinkled her nose in concentration; pulling the tip of my stiff cock down through her tangled mass of grey pubic thatch. With her legs up and her knees bent, she began grinding the leaky tip of my member up and down and back and forth against her bulging clitoral hood; making a sort of carnal "mortar and pestle" out of the two of us. Back and forth, up and down, and in little circles; she mashed and grated our sex organs together in a lewd wicked friction that made her whine through flaring nostrils.

I was become more and more excited with each passing second, (and more uncomfortable as I was suspending myself above the old wise woman with only my strong forearms and my own sweaty grit and determination). My arms began to tremble but I held myself fast, not allowing myself to sink onto her; drops of my perspiration falling onto her breasts. At last she decided she'd achieved the proper level of friction and excitement between my angry dribbling nob and her pulsing hooded nub.

"Jaaaa," she hissed at me, pulling me down upon her with an arm round my back as she brought my cock to the notch entrance of her sex.

She was wet and ready and wide open. I sank deep inside her with no difficulty; my cock shooting through the channel of her sex like she'd loaded a greased torpedo in a firing tube. Her eyes rose up and met mine as my schwanze struck the back of her chamber; bouncing off the dome of her cervix in a glancing blow.

"Oh JA Stephen!" she gasped with a look of shock that melted into a lusty smile of happiness.

Both her hands fell on my buttocks. Biting her lower lip again in preparation she nodded her head at me; her nipples rising in excitement like plump cherries atop her breasts. We commenced our fuck.

Next to us Brittany and Katinka thrashed and bumped quims together; each woman mashing her cunt against that of the other, (each moaning as if in the throes of a horrible bellyache). The two tossed heads, whipping their hair this way and that in the joyful agony that only ladies accustomed to the touch of another woman can both appreciate and foster. Another semen soaked fart escaped Brittany's battered back door; making the four of us erupt in cackles and chuckles at once atop the furs and skins, but it did nothing to slow us in our ruts, grinds, and wanton fuckery.

The sky above boiled, flashed, and roared and the flames from the bonfires, licked and crackled. Our naked bodies and those of several dozen other fornicators all around us were all bathed in the glow of flames and the white flashes from lightning bolts. The scene resembled something like a passage from Dante's Inferno; dark, mysterious, and bestial.

"Do it Stephan," urged Isolde with me heaped atop her like a sweaty fuck blanket, "plow my furrow deep, wide, and hard!"

At first glance she carried herself with the dignity of a woman her age, but when you found yourself mounted atop her (your cock mining away at her insides as she squeezed and gripped you like a third hand), something else entirely became evident. As she whispered lewd encouragement in your ear; it was clear she could rival any young harlot, trollop, or courtesan for sheer energy and sexual ardor. She (like my grandmother and my Tante Margarite), had one thing more to her credit; the experience of a woman who knew precisely what she liked from the benefit of a thousand hard fucks and who could milk seed from any schwanz, (no matter how spent)!

I dug into her with my cock... plowing and thrusting with all my might as she whispered obscenities and lurid suggestions (when she wasn't tonguing my ear-hole or sucking and chewing at its lobe). She was like a ravenous termite the way she nibbled and munched at my ear; pulling at it like a puppy with a toy as I slammed her cunt again and again. Next to us, Brittany and Katinka smashed cunnies; their moans rising like sweet music to accompany the fuck I was having with the old wise woman.

The four of us fucked, humped, and rutted for several minutes, then I heard Isolde and the two women beside us begin wail louder still, (and with a note of urgency) Their crescendos were approaching. My climax was rushing too... I realized it would be a big spend on my part; furious and satisfying.

I picked up the pace; hammering the old witches' stretched hole with all I had; my cockhead slamming into her like a battering ram to a gate with each wet smacking stroke. I felt my balls rush, my seed rising like gorge to the mouth of my schwanz as the three women now screeched and wailed like maddened banshees. They were ready... I was ready.

I felt Isolde's body quiver and convulse as she threw her head back on the skins; her mouth making an "O" and her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her quim gushed hot dew on my cock and balls. Next to us Katinka and Brittany; their hair drenched in sweat, sobbed with joy and thrashed wombs together through a squishing wet crescendo. I felt my shudder, shook my head with snarling joy... and nothing. I did not cum.

It was like tons of water was rushing to the end of a chute for me and was suddenly stopped by an immovable dam. I was locked up tight. I looked into Isolde's face. Between sighs and gasps I could see that she was grinning at me mischievously. She was holding my seed up inside me with her mind... preventing me from spending. She broke into a lewd cackle and rubbed a hand across my sweating chest,

"Relax my little plaything. I'll will let you spout in good time, I merely want to enjoy you first and that seed I want to enjoy .... when the time is right."

As her words left her lips I felt my seed flow back down my shaft into my balls. I didn't know it was possible but although I'd just shuddered and shaken my way through an orgasm... my "shell had not left the cannon." My cock was just as hard as before and Isolde was smiling at me devilishly as though they had more in mind.

A moment later and she'd rolled us both over together as easily as if she were flipping an egg in a pan. Like a startled cat she was up from me on all fours and spinning herself about. She settled herself down without a word and began to suck my member as she lowered her cunt to my face and wiggled her hips, (signalling I was to begin gobbling her quim). I complied. Beside us Katinka and Brittany followed suit, commencing to reverse themselves and dine upon one anothers crotch. The sky rolled and thundered and crashed above.

I pushed my face up into the soaked warmth of her pinkness and began to munch. Her cunny was a lovely pot of stewy mushroom smells and tangy broth tastes as my lips and teeth went to work upon her. She was most responsive to the touch of my lips and tongue; bucking and whimpering as I lapped and gobbled at her. Down below, I felt the tug of her lips and jaws on my schwanze as her head rose and fell upon me; devouring me in exquisitely sublime fellation of loud sucks and slurps. Beside us Brittany and Katinka wetly nibbled upon one another's sexflowers; each girl shaking her head at the licks, laps, and chomps of the other. From all the wet gobbling going on, it sounded as if the four of us were engaged with the task of eating particularly hot soup, moaning as we burned our lips and tongues in the process!

After a few minutes Isolde ceased sucking me; rising instead and putting herself on all fours before giving herself a slap on her rump. I took her hint; mounting her from behind and placing my cock to her sex. I sank in up to my balls once more and began to row vigorously at her.

"OH JA STEPHEN JUST LIKE THAT," she gasped, "fuck me like a bitch in heat!"

As I split her cunt with keen interest and vigor, I saw the four of us now had two more spectators. Standing in the firelight before me and smiling with ear to ear grins were my Oma and Tante; both having given themselves spells of transformation. They were younger; my grandmother the nubile young woman who'd seduced me days before at her farmhouse and my Aunt, (looking like old photographs I had seen of her). Both women embraced as the watched us, rubbing lewdly over one another's bodies as their tattoos writhed and danced in a hundred pornographic cartoon images. It was obvious for me they were doing this for my benefit; egging me on with their lewd display as I sawed back and forth into Isolde's haunches.

All around us was mayhem and sexual revelry. It reminded me of descriptions of pagan fertility festivals of old that allegedly our Germanic and Celtic ancestors had participated in. Here and there in the flickering light of the bonfires and the flashes of lightning; I saw witches and warlocks in twos, threes, fours, and more engaged in wild reckless sexual abandon. In other places there were too many fucking-and humping forms for me to distinguish; the bodies merely taking on the appearance of writhing fleshy pasta from being packed together so closely.

Glancing down, I noticed something else; Isolde at some point in our strokes and humps had taken the lead of my aunt and grandmother and transformed her appearance. Now I was pounding and plowing and plowing the body and form of a young woman, her tattoos of knotted ink rippling and shimmering like leaves in a stiff spring breeze upon her skin. She turned her head and looked up at me with a beautiful unwrinkled face set below a head of golden blonde hair pleading with me,

"OH WONDERFUL BOY, JUST LIKE THAT!... Fuck me hard Stephen! .... Make my teeth rattle in my head!... OH JA I CAN FEEL THE PROPHESY BEING FULFILLED!"


At that moment the sky erupted in a shower of thunderbolts and an explosion of sound shook the mountain beneath us. It was as if her very words had triggered a detonation high in the boiling heavens. I continued sawing into her considerably younger-looking (and feeling for that matter) haunches, querying,

"Prophesy?"

"I had a dream," she explained between huffing grunts, "that the great menace Hitler would die and the sky would boil... just as its doing overhead boy!"

I turned my gaze up momentarily. The sky was not merely churning and boiling like an angry sea, it now had a strange blue greenish tint to its darkness; as if the color of even darkness now was not what it should be. I turned my attentions back to Isolde who continued with,


"I saw five nude women standing in a barren field of rubble and twisted wasteland. A young man approached them with a bag of seed. He removed his clothes and reached into his bag; placing a handful of seed on the belly of each woman. Each woman's womb sprouted; becoming full with a child. As each child grew inside their mother, the land became fertile and forests and flowers sprouted. Towns appeared and everything became radiant sunshine and hope for healing rebirth!"

"Rebirth?" I huffed, still plowing and fucking.

"Yes," the now beautiful Isolde nodded over her shoulder, "healing rebirth of this land! You are a healing wizard. I can sense great power in your sexual magic. What's more you I am convinced are the youth in the prophesy as that boy could have been your twin. You will channel all this sexual energy around us and impregnate five women to start the healing of this shattered country; this shattered nation. You have already done so with two; three remain to be seeded,"

"You mean?"

Isolde turned her gaze to Brittany and Katinka, both munching each other's cunny with ravenous delight. She nodded looking back over her shoulder to me. She then turned and looked at my now youthful grandmother and aunt frolicking and fondling one another lewdly in the bonfire light before us. She then turned back to me saying,

"Seed me Stephan. Fuck me and seed me and make me not only a concubine, put a child in my belly! Your offspring will spread across the land and be as many as there are birds in the sky and the land will heal as you do so, I have seen this!"

A flash of lightning punctuated her words. She nodded at me. I nodded in agreement as the thunder report followed a few seconds later.

"Good," she said biting her lip and staring directly into my eyes, "then fuck and spend, and SEED!"

I began to plow harder into her; determined to make myself launch my essence into her. It didn't take much encouragement or pleading from her; my balls were already beginning to feel like heavy weights that desperately needed relieving. Additionally, I had lewd entertainment spurring me on with inspiration, (in the youthful forms of my Oma and Tante rollicking before me)!

My two female relations were behaving in a particularly wanton and vulgar fashion; pulling one another together in a lewd mother-daughter Sapphic embrace and running hands up and down each other's belly and breasts. They kissed open-mouthed and entwining tongues like lewd snakes while glancing suggestively at me in a sort of lewd pantomime. It was definitely for my benefit (as well as theirs), and the effects were nothing short of remarkable. I felt the curdling gorge in my cock begin to rise once again as I rowed furiously at the rump of the now wailing beautiful Isolde.

Lightning flashed again overhead; lighting up the sky like a thousand welder's torches that had all come on at once. It dazzled me and for a moment; making me unable to see but I clearly felt Isolde separate and pull away from me. A moment later after my eyes adjusted I saw her lying before me on her back; her legs up and spread wide, showing me the bottoms of both feet. There was no mistaking for me. I simply fell on her, covering her mouth with my own and sending my cock hurtling into the farthest reaches of her womb; taking her hard and true.

I fucked her and took her then and there; harder and harder as my balls smacked her arse. I was making yet another woman my own that night, and she was oh so happy to oblige! With amazing strength and ardor, she thrust back against my cock; our bodies smacking together with jack-hammer blows. Beside us, Brittany and Katinka were bellowing and wailing through another shared climax. It was all too much; both of us had to cum and the time was NOW!

AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH! Isolde screamed as an enormous thunderclap rang through our ears; tumbling great rocks down the mountain along with loose dirt. My loins were suddenly drenched in hot quim spendings and I responded with a spending of my own: an enormous spouting of salty hot curd that splashed deep and coated her insides. A second colossal thunder crash trembled the mountain to its very core with my spending. We'd done it, we'd came but I was not done; far from it.

I felt a strong woman's hand spin me around, flipping me off from Isolde's exhausted form as easily as if I'd been a potato pancake. It was my Tante Margarite, and she was being quite unceremonious with the "nuptials" between her and myself. She glanced down at my slackening cock and with the help of one finger to her face, she wiggled the end of her nose commanding,

"STOUT AS AN OAK!"

My limp cock sprang once again into a prolific priapism. I suddenly had a throbbing piece of timber that could prop up any tent and presently the ache in my balls was sufficient that I wished to immediately put it to good use. Tante Margarite towered above me momentarily with the churning storm-clouds flashing above her; her tattoos showing a hundred inky images of people engaged in an equal number sexual practices, (all quite lewd and dancing frantically upon her skin). A second later she squatted down upon me; taking me into her cunt as easily as if she'd been a whore in a mining camp.

She began to bounce and pull at the erect nubby nipples set at the ends of her full round teats. It was all wonderfully marvelous, wanton, and forbidden! I began to breed with my aunt, her impregnation now a wonderfully wicked goal for the two of us.

It was the last barrier for me. I had done dozens of terribly licentious things in the past few days since arriving at the home of my grandmother, shivering and shaking with fever. Now I was committing the last taboo; I was not only fucking a blood member of my family; we were both intent on making a child. I reached up and grabbed her arse cheeks and pulled her ferociously up and down on my sawing shaft with the lust and strength of ten men.

Tante Margarite screamed and fell upon me; pressing an open mouth to mine and raping me with her tongue as my cock slammed up into her again and again. We rolled over like two fighting alley cats and I was now atop her; pushing her legs wide and smacking her cunt hard with each downward thrust. I lost track of how long this was for and it no longer mattered, to tell the truth. All I now was aware of was the urgent need down in my balls to breed with my aunt, (and the presence of Oma, Isolde, Katinka, and Brittany; all lewdly dancing around us in a sort of ecstatic frenzy).

Amid the flashes of lightning and the shouts and catcalls from the dancing women, I became aware my cock was again about to puke its load of warm seed. I covered Tante Margarite's lips with my own; pressing my face to hers and sending my tongue deep into her mouth, fucking it as hard as my cock. I reached under my Aunt and found her anus. In between hammering fuck-strokes, I diddled at her rude portal with one finger as our bodies slammed and smacked. That did it for her and me both!

EEEEEAAAAYYYGGGGHHH! sobbed Tante Margarite as she shook beneath me and splashed hot dew on my shaft and ball-sack. I replied with a choked howl of my own; my cock shooting a splatter of life-giving gravy deep inside her! We whimpered and kissed and caressed one-anothers faces as the four women dancing and frolicking above; fell to a pile fleshy Sapphic pile of limbs breasts and bellies next to us.

From that heaving mass of naked writhing female flesh crawled the youthful version of my grandmother, catlike and stalking; as if either scoping out prey or on-heat. It turned out both were true; as she slithered up beside me and with both hands on my cheeks, turned my face towards hers and kissed me deeply. A second later and she rolled me from my Aunt and onto my back. She was upon me a moment later; all kisses and wet humps. It was clear what she had in mind.

"Do it Stephen," she whispered in my ear desperately, "I am the fifth! Mate with me, put a child in this belly once more!"

With that she adjusted herself atop my flagging member. When I did not penetrate, she scowled momentarily. With a note of frustration in her voice betraying the sentiments of a woman ravaged by lust who would not be denied she glanced down at my now flaccid cock and bellowed,

"HARD AS IRON NOW!"

For the last time that night my throbbing shaft roared to life and became solid as a castle tower! It had filled so full of blood it HURT... I mean it ached with every pulsing twitch. I gasped and grabbed my cock and balls with both hands, whimpering pathetically from the rushing sensation now overwhelming me. There was only one thing to do... PUT IT IN MY GRANDMOTHER!

With the strength of a bear, I flipped over on her back. Instinctively her legs came apart as they'd done a thousand times before under hundreds of men. Grinning up at me, her eye's glinting in the firelight her fingers worked the head of my schwanze to the nook of her sex. I let my weight go and sank inside as she gasped with a loud HAAAAAAHHHHRRR of joy. We began to roll hips; me and the woman who'd given birth to my father, (attempting to create yet one more offspring in her womb).

Her mouth rose to meet my face and her teeth locked on my chin; playfully biting as my loins bucked at her insides. I was on fire with lust and could only quench that burn by shoving myself in as deeply as possible again and again; ramming home with every wet stroke as she chewed at my face and clawed at my back; eyes gleaming and fully aware of what she'd unleashed in me!

I looked over at Isolde, Margarite, Katinka, and Brittany; all of them biting, licking, and fondling in a pile of wanton lesbian bodies, taking time out only to glance our way and smile lasciviously before returning to their endeavors upon their heap of feminine flesh. Above the sky continued to roar and flash; only now it looked as though it was constantly arcing and sparking with thunderbolts. Rain began to fall; not a cold drizzle as before, but a strange hot rain, as if the boil of the heavens was something completely out beyond the boundaries of normal physical science and phenomenon. The torrent came down, like water from a hot shower; my grandmother and the woman laughing hysterically as it did. Whatever it was that was building, we were all going to set it off.

I dug into my grandmother's cunt furiously. Plowing and huffing as she yelled maniacally beneath me; happily pinned and urging me on with a stream obscene filth shouted in my face at the top of her lungs. Ignoring the steaming rain now pouring down I felt my crescendo rise.

"DO IT STEPHEN, IT IS OUR DESTINY," Oma shouted, "FUCK ME AND GIVE ME A CHILD BOY! HEAL THIS LAND! ...EEEEEAAAAAAAAYYGHHH!"

I am not sure what happened next. It was like I went deaf. I felt the rush in my balls and cock; felt the shudder in my form and in my Oma, yet as she screamed and I spouted I heard nothing; merely silence as if I'd been stunned by an explosion. Then it was white light.

An immense brilliance seemed to rise from all the humping swaying bodies in the mountain bowl (and at the very instant I spouted in my grandmother). The storm-clouds, rain, and electricity all seemed to be sucked into this strange white rush of light; as if it had all been transformed into a singular ray of energy. It shot away from us at great speed to the north; disappearing over the horizon; only to flash far off in the distance as if there had been an immense explosion, (yet silently and with no more noise than that of a shooting star streaking through the heavens).

A second later and the sound returned, as if all at once the entirety of the witches in the mountain bowl found their lungs and sobbed a collective cry of joy and release; having experienced the great energy release. I fell forward upon my grandmother; not moving for several minutes. When at last I did move it was only from Isolde shaking me awake. We rose to our feet and we began walking along with the hundreds of others like ourselves to the the mountain gate through which we'd passed earlier that night; giddy expressions of joy etching our faces. Turning to grandmother as I walked, I set upon her with questions.

"Oma," I asked, "what was that I saw?"

"We did it Stephen," we triggered the great healing of the land. That energy that you saw impacted deep in the heart of the nation, the seeds of rebuilding the land are now planted. We as a people will rise from this and be something better."

Her words were softly spoken; heartfelt and happy. There was peace behind them and all through them. There was hope all around them. The words lifted my spirits although I was not sure why. There had been so much suffering, so much horror and death, but now as we walked to the exit of the bowl, I felt it. Peace.

"And of Katinka and Brittany," I asked.

"They will return to their people," Oma replied, "and spread healing to those places. You remember, you gave them your seed, yes?"

"AND WHAT A SEED IT IS!' came Katinka's voice in the dim light next us.

She and Brittany had been walking along side us eavesdropping in the dark. Katinka threw arms around me and kissed me hard. A second later and Brittany cut in, snatching me away from the tall blonde Russian and seizing me up in a kiss herself. When we broke our embrace, I replied breathlessly,

"But you are both carrying...?"

"Your progeny, yes!" said bouncing little Brittany happily.

"Don't worry," Katinka said anticipating my concerns, "you will see us and see your children again. We are witches, you know."

"Yes," Brittany piped up in her happy French pixie voice, "you can always summon us and we will come right away. You understand yes? It is just like how Isolde did it when she summoned us tonight to breed with you."

"Sum...moned... you?" I asked looking around until my eyes met Isolde's in the flicker of the bonfires up the hill from us.

"Yes," Isolde explained, "I stared into a ball of crystal and cast a spell before I departed my home in the north with these other witches. I summoned both Brittany and Katinka here and they replied they would fly right away. Your grandmother knows the summoning spell as does your Tante Margarite. You can see Brittany and Katinka anytime you wish along with the children, just as you may see myself and OUR child. We will never be far!"

In the darkness my eyes met emphatic nods of heads from Tante Margarite and Oma. Isolde told me that my seed could foster enchanted offspring that would benefit both Katinka's and Brittany's war torn countries in time. This was just the start; in time there would be enchanted children that looked like myself from one end of Europe to another!

"I don't completely understand, " I said.

"You don't need to little German tadpole," said Katinka kissing me once more.

"It will all be made clear to you in good time," added Brittany with a kiss of her own.

The two women spun on their naked heels and hurried down the passage without so much as another word. They apparently were on a much tighter schedule than the rest of us and needed to hurry back with haste before they were missed. I was now trudging along a more leisurely pace with my grandmother, my aunt, and Isolde.

We took our time getting down out of the mountain passageway and back to the woods. When we arrived at the slope of the meadow we mounted brooms and sped off up into the night sky, a small coven once more. In the east behind us I could see light cracking the horizon. Unmistakably, dawn was approaching.

We touched down in Oma's high alpine meadow in the early morning twilight shortly before daybreak. There were cheerful hurried goodbyes to Isolde and the remainder of the witches in her company. As we turned to trudge down to the cabin and set about feeding the animals before finally settling in for sleep, we saw that the front door had been left open.

Oma and Tante Margarite brought up wands and approached the front door with caution. Peering through the front door, my aunt and grandmother shared a gasp before motioning for me to come quickly. Upon gaining the front door I looked into the kitchen and saw four women, all quite gaunt and by the looks of things extremely ill. I recognized them just barely, not believing what I saw. Stepping further in through the door in alarm and concern I could only blurt out the singular word,

"MOTHER?"​