Teen Witch: A Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina Parody

Selena stands in her room, slicing strands of dark hair from two brushes. She slips back to her table, the surface crowded with velvety petals and melting candles. The hair drops into the bowl along with crushed roots and oil, and her low chant begins to rise. Across the house, Hildie suddenly moans, pressing her thighs together. Desire flares hot, curling around every thought of her step-sister Zeldie and young Selena. She can’t wait—bodies, mouths, need—it crowds in too fast. She finds Zeldie first, nearly climbing her, fingers fumbling at buttons, tongue already seeking skin. Zeldie stiffens, half-annoyed, half-distracted, then understands. They track Selena down together. Selena’s cheeks burn, her confession spilling out in a rush: she only wanted what the two women already shared. She meant the spell to pull each of them closer, but mixed the portions wrong—twice the hair from Hildie’s brush and none of her own—so the hunger doubled. The only cure, Zeldie decides, is skin against skin until the last thread of the spell snaps. Hildie sheds her clothes in an eager line across the bedroom floor, offering herself without hesitation. Zeldie presses her down, mouth finding heat between parted thighs, tasting, sucking, while Selena watches wide-eyed before crawling in to add her tongue. Fingers slip, hips rock, breath hitches. Each wet slide works to burn the magic out, yet every lick and thrust leaves them burning hotter, deeper, still ready for more.