1 Chapter 1- A birthday to remember!

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The year is 1537. The day and month just happened to be June 9. For the cave dwellers of Mt. Vasgira was the start of a glorious day. In fact, today was the birth of the fifth child in the family. Her name is Beatrice Aberidour, popularly called Trixie. This family of cave dwellers were not normal cavemen but a coven of dark celestial witches, descended from the great Mahoun himself. Because they have inherited magic in them, they have to consume both magic and non-magical beings in order to keep their powers from growing stagnant. On an adverse plus side to this family, they also happen to embrace incestuous relationships, through the lineage.

Beside those little titbits the family was pretty much harmonious. Today is Beatrice's 10th birthday. For a celestial witch the tenth birthday marks the day they become a full adult and also the day when they come into their powers. Usually, celestial witches would come into their powers at an early age, about two or three but because their blood is too pure it somehow taints the powers that were already inside them. Those powers became too unstable, where it had no choice but to remain dormant until they became fully grown.

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Early before dawn, approached Beatrice woke up filled with excitement and anticipation on how her new appearance would be received by herself as well as others. She went to sleep a tall and gangly girl with nothing but limps. Her facial features made her look more like her father with a strong jawline, laugh lines by her eyes and dull eyes that looked dead. She looked just like her brothers and sisters with no distinguishable markings. Fortunately, a happy occurrence happened overnight; her height grew to 5'5. Her pale skin became translucent as beautiful as jade.

Her dull eyes became two emerald hypnotic orbs that entranced whoever looked at them. Her figure became voluptuous with firm breasts and hips that made a man want to sin in order to touch her just once. Her backside was firm and perky, making her gangly figure into an hourglass shape. All in all, she was stunningly beautiful. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back in waves, sending ripples through men's hearts. And her voice… was smooth as a calming river with a hint of flirtatiousness that lingered at the corners of her full lips.

In the past due to her uncanny resemblance to her brothers, it was hard to tell what her gender was but now she no longer has that problem. A person would have to be blind to not see how womanly she is now...

"Ahh!!! Bless Mahoun and the seven realms. "Beatrice squealed in delight.

After Beatrice was done checking herself out in the clear crystal glass that was placed inside the nursery; she then went to wake up her younger siblings. There were a total of nine children in the room ranging from one year old to nine years old; Beatrice herself was not included in that particular count.

Her younger siblings groggily got out of bed while rubbing the sleep from their eyes; then they went to the back of the nursery to relieve themselves. Once they were done with their morning routine and ready to start their day, Beatrice led them to the innermost of the cave. In the center of the cave was a beautiful garden that was filled with both magical and non-magical herbs, fruits and vegetables. The garden also had a play area for the children to play in.

After the children were settled with the oldest of the lot looking after them, Beatrice set off towards the kitchen. The kitchen was on the other side of the cave next to the dining room and the reception room. She had to walk past her parents' room with a red face every morning.

To her astonishment every time and without fail, she could hear disturbing and loud noises coming from their room. It made one's face flush red, once heartbeat to race uncontrollably and a strong feathery sensation to clutch in one's stomach. But to a nine-year-old that has not grown that particular gland to distinguish sexual intercourse, Beatrice had no clue what any of that met but now images appeared into her head as she walked past. And now she knew exactly what was going on.

They weren't fighting; that was something she had thought previously. Before she had asked her elder siblings many times but the only answer she had received was 'those noises are a rite of passage.' to gain entry into the coven and receive their powers. The more power you have the more status you have in the coven. That was something Beatrice should have been enthusiastic about but instead she was worried all night long. She only felt that she was going to be different from the rest of her siblings and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

She only became somewhat peaceful a fortnight ago when she bled for the first time. Tears of joy sprang out of her eyes and then those horrible cramps settled in making her crumple in pain. She cried for the first couple of nights.

'This is the first step to your new transformation.' She had once thought at that time. But instead of being gloomy during that time, her mother and sisters helped her through her depressed state.

For a full 15 minutes Beatrice stood outside her parents room, listening to their moans and pants. They were separated by a dark curtain. They were so loud that she didn't hear her second brother sneaking up behind her. He wrapped his long arms around her waist, hugging her tightly from behind.

"Happy birthday to yah." Her second brother murmured huskily into her ear.

Her second brothers name was Callum. He was tall and built with wide shoulders. He had big hands and feet, olive skin, full lips with obsidian eyes. He had a mole of the shape of a triangle on his right ear. He also had a deep dimple in his chin that only showed when he smiled. His sandy hair was pulled back into a ponytail. His mouth was so close to her right ear that she shivered involuntarily. She could feel his hot breath as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. His 5'9 stature loomed over her, pressing her into the curtain.

"Th... thank you… sec… second brother." Beatrice attempted to clear her throat. She moved to the side, crashing into the stone wall. Her breathing became labored as he nipped at the back of her neck. The small kisses were electrifying, burning her skin.

Her second brother's hands roamed all over her naked body. The only shirt she owned as a child could no longer fit her. She stretched it in a slither of shirt that hung halfway across her enormous breast. The nightgown once held an imagination of what might be underneath but now there was none. What a shame. The sight of her made Callum itch to touch and lick every part of her.

He silently moved his hand down to her core. His member twitched in his breeches as he felt her wetness between her legs.

"Ca…Callum." she stifled a moan by clapping her hand over her mouth. His fingers moved in a rhythmic pattern, making her squirm. Without a word he turned her around, pressing her back into the stone wall, kicking her legs far apart. Beatrice's core was hot and moist, he massaged her core while his lips and tongues sucked on her neck, giving her small blemishes on her soft skin. His other hand grabbed at her left breast, flicking the pearl that was her nipple.

"I can't wait to have you underneath me begging." Callum's voice was husky and low as he whispered into her ear. "I can't take you yet but…. I need you." he groaned, licking her ear lustfully.

Beatrice smirked, rolled her emerald cat eyes then grabbed his hand bringing him to another part of the cave. Once they entered his bedchamber Beatrice became aggressive as she pushed him onto the wall. All the things she wasn't aware of came to mind instantly. Within seconds she knew what to do and how to do it. Her lips were on his, feverishly melting the groan that was at the back of his throat.

He tightened his hold on her waist, making her purr in satisfaction. Then she slowly began to kiss lower; squatting as she went. Her tongue traveled down, leaving a warm and wet sensation. It drove her second brother crazy. Her teeth grazed him, nipping at the base of his member before slowly swallowing it whole.

This was something Beatrice had become accustomed to over the past year. She knew exactly what to do to make him shiver and curl his toes in delight. Her head bobbed up and down, choking on his member. Her tongue swirled around as she hollowed out her cheeks. It wasn't long before she milked him dry. Callum started to convulse, spilling his seed in the back of her throat. She swallowed magnanimously before kissing him swiftly on the mouth.

"I'll go see about breakfast!" Beatrice tidied herself up and then left, leaving Callum laying on the bed, resting.