Hello, long time lurker first time story poster. Something I've been working on and off on. First chapter only so far. I've got two and three to edit. They're short but hopefully enjoyable. Let me know if you like it!



Erin placed the dishes quickly in the sink and raced upstairs as the faint precursors to her child’s catterwaul
began. When she had first become a mother, her oldest was now nearly 3, she might have gone a bit slower and let herself pay heed to her own relative safety while en route. However, with a (oh hell) 3 year old and a 6 month old she had learned the true value of contented silence and wished to prevent the cascade of distraught tears that would keep her trapped beneath the children. So it happened that in her haste she made a mistake, placing her foot in just the wrong spot at just the wrong angle.

The floor moved out from under her as she shoved her foot across smooth oak. Twisting in midair she found herself slamming into the wall before the staircase and then falling backward onto the staircase, striking the back of her head hard and feeling her breathing halt suddenly. And as quickly she inhaled again and flung herself up the stairs again, fighting back tears so she could reach her children.

Slowing at the doorway she eased the door open and slipped into bed to comfort her stirring children. As they readjusted, snuggling into her side and climbing on top to better nurse she began to let herself feel again. As she checked herself against her slip on the way up she realized how very dizzy she was and just how tired. She had hit her head, she thought, but not that hard. With that consolation she let herself forget her plans with her husband and drifted into the sleep of a mother with peacefully sleeping children.

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She was awoken by movement and a full bladder and realized her husband must have come home. Disentangling herself from the two children on the bed she went into the bathroom to find him showering. As she sat she thought about how tired she was, and how the children had caused it, and how she loved them and it wasn't their fault they needed their parents. Still she wished that ,just once, she could sleep as well as she had before they were born.

She finished and coyly peeked in at her husband who showered with his eyes closed (weird but she loved it) and whispered in his ears to finish up and come join her in their bed while the kids were sleeping. Suddenly, and quite randilly, she disrobed and checked her reflection. Her breasts had never been big but feeding children had done some favors and having not fed hers for a few hours (sleeping babies don't always eat) those favors were more evident than ever. Her once curvacious hips had blossomed with the subsequent pregnancies and her curves had become drastic and alluring.

Her tummy wasn't flat, but she was realistic. Six months after her second child in 2.5 years, she had a small belly again. Her husband said it was cute, sexy even and made jokes about plowing or how tilled soil should be a bit loamy or even springy. The kind of jokes she would punch him for but kiss him for later.

She knew it pressed his buttons and recalled the early stages of her pregnancies when he had made love to her with such vigor and at the end as he felt her tremors he would reach down, wherever it was and stroke her to remind himself that he had helped her make this. Vanity, yes, but sometimes she thought that was one of the sexiest things about him. Other times it made him a preening ass-hat but she could deal with that and torture him with it later.

For the time being she was more concerned with the package that had materialized on her bed. A note from her husband read, “I saw this and thought of you, or some other such nonsense. How could I not? You are the love I have placed all my best hopes on and in and from which our children issue. You are beauty and love. Enjoy these and let it remind you of me.”.

In the box she found a necklace, a ring, and a book on midwifery. Inscribed on the inside dust cover was a signature by the author a midwife of some note and the phrase, “ We are godesses, we are the witches you forgot to burn.”

“Wherever did you pick these up? I adore them?” She said with great interest as an aspiring midwife herself.

“I ordered them from that website I'm always drooling over, with the limited edition and rare or used books. I found a lot of great stuff there and followed some links to an etsy page. That's where I found the jewelry.”

“They're stunning! Do the patterns mean anything? This looks like ciuniform or some kind of script. Is this writing? Oh, lovely! These are runes!”. She said pointing to different points on the necklace and rings and turning them over in the light.

“The seller claimed the markings are about protecting your loved ones and children. Those are Nordic runes, those are some kind of sanscrit maybe, this is supposed to be hyperborean (hah!), and that's Greek, and that's Hebrew. Anyway, it's supposed to be a replica of some kind of old necklace, see that’s Yggdrasil, the world tree on the reverse side and the ring has the uroboric serpent. I kinda geeked out myself, it's dumb but this is such a culture clash it's cool.”

She put the ring on her left hand and placed the necklace on the night stand before kissing him and tearing his clothes off as she pushed him to the light switch and pawing at it until the switch flicked off. In the relative dark, the two rapture bound lovers failed to notice the slightest glow of the necklace and ring, perhaps reflecting the full moon’s light or perhaps, something else.

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When Erin woke again, it was to thirst and her bladder and her breasts and her head felt heavy. She hadn’t made love to her husband so vigorously or so… thoroughly in ages. It was expected she might have some heaviness in all these places, it had been hours since her children had fed and she knew she had mere moments before the cry went out for “mommy” once more. She padded to the bathroom in the nude and peed without turning on any other lights. By the dim glow of the night light she could make out the figure she cut tonight, and was intrigued to find herself turned on by her own minxy silhouette, and though full to bursting with milk she could swear her breasts had never been that big. Cupping them she noted their weight and approximate size seemed close to where they had been but,
“Damnit!” she hissed, as they were so very tender.
She yawned and was about to leave the bathroom when she noted the necklace she thought she placed on the bedside table was now sitting next to the “her” side of their en suite sink. Peculiar but who was she to call her memory a liar: mother of two under 3 years… she was lucky if she remembered underwear much less deodorant. She admired it’s twinkle in the dim cave of her bathroom and the thought struck her, that she still hadn’t tried it on.

Stealing the rare moment alone, closed the door fully to not wake her husband (lest he see her naked in the jewelry and ravish her anon). The clasp was a wooden screw but it creaked louder than iron and was punctuated by a final snap as it stopped turning. Then, all at once, on with the lights. It was fetching and wrought in fine little gold and silver chain links, The pendant that fell perfectly to her clavicle and was buoyed up at the very bottom by the swell of her breasts immediately below was done in what appeared to be a perfect stone circle in which the world tree was stretched in bronze. The “hyperborean” was inscribed around the stone circle and only now she could see that the chain was actually the serpent Nidhogg but eating both his tail (as Ouroborus) and the root of the tree as the tree was inverted, and its branches stretched down to seven little pendants just below and outside the circle. Each was inscribed with a short word perhaps from each language and each was carved into dark wood with gilt engraving and a silver ring. The 8th “world” she realized was midgard a blue gemstone at the base of the branches and she now realized the 9th would be Hel perhaps the stone ring of the pendant?

The peal of shrieks and tears shook her and she hit the light, fumbling with the necklace clasp, but it was stuck. She sighed a choice expletive and ran to her children. She found the youngest and picked it up, placating with shushing sounds and soft, loving murmurs as she changed her babe and sat back down to nurse. Once accomplished she would replace the child and go back to bed but with the tension in her chest being drained she began to nod off in a half lucid way she recalled the ease she had laying down her oldest to dream when this one was still in her womb, and she did not need to provide external sustenance to anyone. The clouds parted and the name, “Hecate” swam into her mind and vanished as the moon shone down on the mother and child. In the dark of the room she felt her limbs grow weaker and the dark grow darker as the full moon was once again obscured by clouds. In that near total darkness, the ring shimmered and the tiny orb on the necklace glowed blue green as it too glowed slightly. She breathed a sigh as the serpants eyes lit red and flickered out.

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She cursed herself for having fallen asleep in the chair again as it always made her stiff. Still, she was quick enough to make it to her child before he could wake and as he tucked his head into her armpit she knew she had made it in time. Now all she had to do was stay awake this time, she yawned into the dark of the room vowing to get her head checked after that fall earlier today. It may be that she had a concussion. Finally, putting that thought aside, she tried to move but did so awkwardly and so she woke her child again. This irked her because she was feeling particularly horny now, even after that ravishing session earlier. As she fell asleep yet again, she cursed her luck for having to put her beloved child asleep. Placing her left hand on her very distended uterus absentmindedly she wished this child too could be as simple to care for as the one in her uterus and she drifted back to sleep. The pendant and necklace and serpent glowed as the clouds shifted and the darkness exhaled. When it was over, she shifted from her right side to her left careful to reposition her very heavy middle and sank into a very, very sexy dream where she was a witch and her husband tamed her by planting his seed in her.