Bitty looked at the vial as if suddenly realising what she held.

"Right. Sorry. I'll work on making this less spunk-like." She took another sip and corked the vial and sat next to Daniel once more.

"Think I should tell them now?"

Daniel nodded and Bitty got back up. She seemed energised. She ran over to the girls and threw herself into their conversation. Daniel watched her hold up a vial and take a sip. Jasmine took it from her and took a sip. She smacked her Lips and said something to Amy. Amy tried it, too, and then looked over at Daniel in thought. Amber held up her hands and made a retching sound.

Bitty held up the other vials and pointed to where the girls were going to clear the ground for the ritual.

Surprising Daniel, the girls, except Amber, quickly agreed, and he watched them clear the ground with a plain old straw broom. Bitty came and sat next to him again. Candles came out and were circled with his cum from the vials. He had no idea that Bitty had kept so much. Candles were lit, and then the girls removed their clothes.

Daniel's eyes widened, and he leaned forward. He loved watching their breasts swaying and jiggling. That beautiful space between their legs.

That rare glimpse between their ass cheeks when they bent over to some task. Amy and Jasmine soon realised that Daniel was watching them intently and emphasised their motions, looking back at him, smiling and winking.

Once, Jasmine leaned right over and looked back at him between her legs. She pointed at her exposed pussy and made an exaggerated, surprised "0" shape with her mouth. He heard her giggle when she stood back up.

Daniel was rock hard watching them perform for him. Sly smiles were sent his way. A finger would probe their private areas and find their mouths while watching him. Amber saw and shook her head. But they still worked as a team. They each had a role and performed it flawlessly in Daniel's eyes.

Amy and Jasmine created the circle with the vials of his cum. He could see the ground darken with it and mark the circle. It was more oblong than anything else, and Bitty said it didn't matter. The remaining cum in the vials was emptied into a small copper bowl they had found in the kitchen. The bowl was placed in the centre of the circle.

A small sliver of hazel wood, which Amber had insisted be inserted into Daniel's left arm for a time, was then placed in the bowl. It had hurt like crazy, but once removed, it left no mark or trace on his skin.

When questioned, Bitty explained to Daniel that wood had different magical properties and influences depending on the tree. Hazel, she had explained, was commonly Linked to knowledge, mental powers, and messages. The strip of hazel was infused with Daniel's identity and would confirm in the message to the gnomes that it came from him.

Bitty had laughed when Daniel asked her if she was sure they would know it came from him.

"I've told you before, all gnomes know you now," was all she said.

Then she added cryptically, "No one forgets their first..."

The girls started the ritual. Turning to the cardinal points and speaking words that seemed to pass through his memory, immediately forgotten. Then there was a flash of light and an invisible breeze blasted past them that seemed to Daniel to be more of his imagination than anything else. Except now he could feel power in the air. The hairs on his body stood up on end. He could hear a buzzing in his ears.

"Nicely done," murmured Bitty. "They have trapped the air nicely."

The girls met in the centre of the ritual and their hair flew around like they were in a windstorm. Amber held up a small piece of dark, glistening, and twisted wood in her hand that tapered to a sharp point.

"Rowan wood, taken from the heart of a tree struck by lightning at midnight," murmured Bitty. “A rare wand... where did she get that, I wonder?"

The girls started to chant. He couldn't hear the words or remember them when he thought he did. He felt lightheaded, and the buzzing in his ears grew stronger. He watched in a trance for a long time. At least an hour had gone by, he figured. He looked over at Bitty and saw she was frowning.

“What's wrong?"

"They have the right idea, I think. They just can't complete it.

It's like trying to lift a heavy barrel up on a table. You can lift the barrel but not high enough to set it on the table. They're struggling and they're tiring now. They've exceeded what they can manage at their level."