Monday, 5 December 2016

Amy Lee Burgess Talks Sex Magic

Hi! I’m Amy Lee Burgess and I’m excited to be here today to talk to you about writing a sex magic scene where the heroine loses her virginity. I know – craziness, right? Let me tell you, writing sex scenes are hard enough, why I ever decided to mix sex magic and virginity I don’t know. *takes a deep breath* But I did it in my latest dystopian paranormal romance (and there’s an interesting genre, huh?), Sea Cursed.

Let me set the scene a little here. About a year ago I signed up to write in a collective magical world featuring witches who battled monsters called ravagers. Here’s an overview.

Many years ago, the Original Sixteen witches were able to contain an outbreak of demon-like creatures from overtaking the earth. But doing so came at a cost. For the human race to survive, the world had to be divided into sixteen sectors, trapping the ravagers to the outer lands beyond, and trapping the humans in.

The Original Sixteen served as regents over each of these sectors, and when they died, the strongest of witches took their place, using their own personal enchantment abilities to protect their sector. In the process, communication was lost. The only solace that remains is the knowledge that if another sector fails, their own may still survive.

But what happens when your sector is the one to fail? What happens when the world inside your walls is just as bad as the one outside them? In this collection of sixteen dystopian paranormal romance tales, each and every one of the sixteen sectors is about to find out.

I was given Sector 13 and I decided to take what is now known as Galveston, Texas as my sector. My original witch used her magic to move the island way out into the middle of the Gulf of Mexico because ravagers couldn’t swim that far.

My story is set about two hundred fifty years after she’s uttered her spell. Every fifty years two witches must cast the spell of Reutterance because the magic wears off and Galveteen (as it is now known), drifts back toward the mainland.

I’d never written about witches before and since my book was supposed to be a romance, naturally I had to have the main characters fall in love and have sex, but they also had to perform this spell of Reutterance to save their world.

I wanted to figure out a way to combine the romance with the magic. I knew this spell that had to cast needed a lot of energy. How would they call up this energy?

Then it hit me - sex magic!  I had heard of sex magic, but I didn’t know that much about it so it was time to hit the internet.  And they say research is boring! I was led down all sorts of interesting paths from Paschal Beverly Randolph to Aleister Crowley to Maria de Naglowska. All of them agreed that sex creates energy and that magic can alter reality.

That’s exactly what Demetria and Logan (my witches) had to do! Perfect right? Well, sort of. You see, I’d made Demetria twenty-one years old, just finding out she’s a witch, and a virgin to boot. So the poor girl had to lose her virginity during a magical rite. Luckily, she was extremely attracted to Logan.

Demetria is an earth witch with dominion over earth and fire. Logan is a sea witch who can control water and weather. They use all their resources when casting the spell. The spell of Reutterance is so huge, they have to have three sex magic rites before they can even attempt it.

How about I share that first sex magic rite with you? You game? Here we go!

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Logan smiled at me as if he sensed the effect he had on me. “When we draw the circle, we’ll create a sacred space to contain the energy we raise together so we can direct it into the talisman. As the earth witch, you’ll draw half the circle and call out earth and fire, however you want to do it. As the sea witch, I’ll invoke water and air. I’ll start at the top of the circle with water, then I’ll call upon air as I reach the bottom of the circle. You’ll start at the bottom of the circle and invoke fire and end with earth as you reach the top. It’ll be a sort of lopsided circle since we’ll have to trace on the railing and over the benches next to the bed as well the deck, but it’ll work.”

My imaginative flights of fancy crashed with a thud. Oh, Othala. I knew nothing about rituals and invoking things. My expression must have revealed my anxiety because he leaned through the smoke to kiss my forehead.

“You’ll be fine, Dem. I have to go first, so you can get a feel for it from me.”

I nodded because I was too afraid if I spoke, my voice would quaver. We were doing this. Drawing a sacred circle, and then we’d have sex. I had to do this for Galveteen and for everyone who lived there, but I so glad I wanted to be with Logan. I only wished things didn’t have to be so ritualistic and formal. What if I didn’t know what to do when we were making love? Maybe I would cry. I knew it would hurt, at least at first, and that part scared me almost as much as the ritual itself did.

Logan had me kneel on the deck a few feet away from the bottom of the bed. Where I knelt marked the bottom of the circle. He set the incense near me and moved to the bench to the left of the bed. He had to climb on it to reach the railing where he wanted to start the circle.

I thought he might say something start the ritual, but he didn’t.

“Waves upon the sea,” he said, drawing with his red chalk. When he reached the center of the circle, he said, “Wind to rush them along.” His shoulder brushed mine as he stopped drawing at the bottom of the circle.

My fingers shook as I forced them to drag the chalk. Logan’s line was sure and strong. I feared mine would be thin and straggly.

“Lightning brightens their way,” I whispered, not sure whether that would be all right, but Logan had started the waves along a journey, and I thought I could continue it. I traced the circle up and over the bench, then knelt on the cushions so I could reach to join my pink line to Logan’s red one.

“Sand welcomes the waves to shore.” I collapsed onto the starry-sheeted bed, trembling and filled with a wild sense of purpose coupled with excitement.

Logan stood at the bottom of the bed, the fairy lights ablaze behind him. I braced myself to see him take off his pants, but he didn’t. He crawled onto the bed and up to me. He stretched out on the mattress, his head on one of the pillows.

I sat with my back braced against the railing, clutching a pillow to my chest.

“Lie down with me.” He held out his arms.

Biting my lip, I let go of the pillow and slid down so I rested with my head on Logan’s shoulder. His arms came around me, creating a more intimate and calming circle than the one we’d drawn with chalk.

“Look up.” He pointed at the sky, which at some time during the drawing of the circle had darkened to black. Stars pricked the velvet expanse of night, and a full moon beamed down upon us.

With the waves lapping around us and the stars revolving above us, space seemed vast. The combination of sea and sky pulled me out of myself somehow. When I stared up at the darkness interspersed with stars, I was no longer precisely bound to my body. I could go anywhere. Be anywhere and yet never move at all.

“Logan,” I said, my chest loosening from the vise-like tightness that had gripped it since we’d cast off from the dock at Galveteen. “It’s limitless. I thought being on a boat would make me claustrophobic, but out here looking up, it’s like we have the sky for our ceiling and the sea for our floor, and there are no walls boxing us in.”

He brushed a kiss across the top of my head. “I was hoping you’d see it like I do if we drew the circle out here and not down below. I know you don’t like boats, but we aren’t confined to this deck. We can swim and dive, and the ocean is so deep, it’ll be like being suspended in a world of water.”

My breath hitched. “I don’t swim well. I’ve never dived.”

“I’ll teach you. Do you trust me?”

“A sea witch with water? Of course,” I said, although a spasm of fear still wormed down my spine at the thought of all that water around me. And sea creatures.

“I trust you too, earth witch.” Logan buried his face in my hair, and for a moment I couldn’t catch my breath.

An eerie keening wail floated across the waves ending in a crescendo of high-pitched squeaks and low, vibrating gurgles. I froze in abject terror. What was out there in the black ocean? What strange monster made that noise? Ravagers?

“Logan!” I tried to escape from the bed, to run below and hide, but Logan grabbed me. I fought him as that unnerving, ghostly noise surrounded us again. I couldn’t tell from which direction it came. It seemed like it emanated from everywhere and from nowhere at all. The wailing exhalations raised all the hair on the back of my neck.

“It’s whale song!” Logan held me, my back crushed against his chest. He put his face close to my ear, close enough his beard stubble scraped my cheek. “It’s a whale. Listen. Don’t be afraid. Just open yourself up and listen.”

Trembling, I closed my eyes, blotting out the stars and sea and the twinkling fairy lights. Logan’s chest rose and fell against my back, and his breath was warm against my ear.

The uncanny supernatural song filled the air again, but now that I knew it was a whale, not a monster, I heard the beauty. The weird wonder of it. The hair still stood up on the back of my neck, but now it was awe charging it, not fear.

“Is he singing to his mate?” I asked, pleased at the thought of such a thing.

“Maybe,” Logan said. “Although there’s also a theory that he’s singing to explore his space. His song bounces off the sea floor and anything nearby. It gives him an idea of what’s around him. Maybe he’s as new to this area as we are. This is his new home for a while, just as it’s ours.”

I lifted my gaze to the stars gleaming in the pitch-black sky. The pockmarked face of the moon glowed silver, mysterious in a way that tugged at something inside me. Was this home? Could be this be home? Were whales and stars our new companions?

Logan stared up, too. He slid one hand down to my breast and slowly circled one finger around my nipple. No man had ever touched me there, nor had I ever experienced the exquisite sensation of tightening just below my belly to between my legs.

I focused on the stars. They winked and whirled as my eyelids fluttered. The whale continued to sing, making me quake inside, yearning to find something I didn’t know I’d ever wanted.

Logan moved so he could unbutton my bodice to reveal my bra beneath. I was glad Regina had given me such pretty underthings, and for the first time when I thought of her, I could smile, even as grief squeezed my throat for a moment.

The whale song ended, drifting off into silence.

Logan lowered his head over my breasts. He fondled one and took the nipple of the other gently between his teeth. The fabric of my bra chafed my skin. I wanted it gone, but I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.

The gorgeous relief that flooded through me when he popped the front latch of my bra made me gasp. He lifted his gaze to mine and gave me a wicked smile that hinted at so many unknown – at least to me – pleasures. He licked a long, deliberate circle around my nipple as I shivered in anticipation. When he sucked my nipple into his mouth, I let out a low groan wanting something I couldn’t articulate.

Slowly, he slid the hem of my dress up over my hips, exposing me. A cooling sea breeze floated over my heated skin. When I had started to perspire?

Logan moved one hand between my legs, which shocked me, especially when my back arched, driving me into his hand. My body knew something my mind didn’t quite grasp.

He rubbed between my legs, his thumb finding a sweet spot that made me cry out. Hooking one finger beneath the waistband of my panties, he slowly drew them down, never moving his thumb or letting up on the thrilling pressure against that one spot. He slid one finger gently inside me, and I bucked beneath his hand, a kaleidoscope of colors bursting behind my eyes as something electrifyingly huge built inside me.

I almost screamed when he lowered his head between my thighs and closed his mouth over my slit. No one had ever prepared me for this weightless feeling of freefall combined with an aching want for something just out of reach.

I grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, digging my heels into the mattress as I arched into his mouth. He licked me at first, making me gasp, but when he sucked, and kept sucking as he pressed his thumb hard into that sweet spot, I cried out, and I couldn’t stop keening as something burst inside me, like a river crashing through a dam, and all the water poured through my body, drowning me in endless, exhilarating pleasure.

When he sat up, his mouth and cheeks smeared with wetness, his eyes alive and blazing, I was once again filled with an aching, inexplicable need.

“Logan!” I complained.

“Take off your clothes.” He moved to sit on the edge of the bed so he could peel off his pants and drop them to the floor, careful to keep them within the circle.

I struggled with my dress, yanking it over my head, desperate to be free of it. Laughing, Logan pulled it up and off. I shrugged my bra straps off my shoulders while he peeled my panties over my knees and down to my ankles. I almost kicked him in the face trying to help him get them over my feet, and he laughed again. I didn’t want to laugh – I was terrified that desperate ache would fade away, and I’d never feel that arousing, sensational release again. I wanted Logan to crawl between my legs again and lick me until I screamed.

Instead, once we were both naked, he took a moment to run his gaze over my nude body. Far from wanting to cover myself, I deliberately spread my legs, making him suck in his breath.

“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” He straddled my body, pressing his enormous erection against my belly. I’d never seen a man’s cock, and I couldn’t see Logan’s now, but I could feel it. Fear ignited in the pit of my stomach, almost as potent as the lust swirling through me. He was so big. How badly would he hurt me when he was inside me?

My expression must have betrayed me because Logan’s sensual smile faded as concern filled his eyes.

“Dem, it’s okay. We can stop.” His gentle tone nearly made me burst into tears.

I shook my head. “No, we can’t. The spell. We only have three days.”

“So we start tomorrow.” He brushed some hair out of my eyes. “Or the day after. Whenever you’re ready.”

I took a strangled breath. “We are drifting closer to the mainland every day. We’re already behind schedule because of me, aren’t we? Don’t lie.”

He nodded grimly. “But we still have time. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“But I want to,” I said, and boldly reached out to stroke his hair, which was getting almost too long to be called a buzz cut any longer. His hair was both soft and spiky beneath my fingers.

Logan turned his head to kiss my wrist, making my pulse leap beneath his lips. He stared at me, his blue eyes huge and unblinking.

“Dem, I know I’m not the one you would have chosen for your first time, but please understand what this means to me – that I can be here with you. Make love to you. I’m sorry you thought that kiss meant nothing. It didn’t. It meant so much it actually confused me,” he confessed, his lashes sweeping his cheeks when he lowered his head.

I continued to stroke his hair, wishing he’d look up at me. His words meant everything. I wanted him to know I believed him, but to do that I’d have to expose myself. He’d left himself open just now, but he was so courageous. He’d stood up to the Lord Regent, and always knew what he wanted and what to do. I was an awkward, indecisive mess compared to him. But still, I had to speak. I owed him that much. I owed myself that, too.

“Logan. I’m scared, but I want to.” I gulped and took a big breath. “And not just because of the spell. Because of you.”

“Really?” His face lit.

“That kiss confused me too,” I whispered. “I think the best thing about being marked by Othala is that I got to meet you.” Tears choked me, and I squeezed my eyes shut to keep them from pouring down my face. “But then I wonder if you’d even have looked at me if you didn’t have to.”

“Oh, earth witch.” Logan dragged me up so he could crush me into a hard embrace. I clung to him, the scent of cinnamon and the sea filling my senses. “Don’t you know what you do to me? How can you not know?”

“I just don’t,” I said, then he was kissing me again, his lips punishing and almost cruel. He fisted his hands in my long hair and yanked so my head went back, baring my throat. He moved his mouth along my jaw, down to my neck. I moved my hand so my fingers spread possessively across the side of his neck as my thumb gently brushed his jaw.

He half-bent me over one arm, and ran his other hand up my thigh until he cupped my ass. The press of his cock against my lower belly no longer frightened me. It excited me, made me wild. I wanted him so much it ached.

He lowered me to the bed, and once again straddled me. I arched into him as he claimed my mouth with his once again.

“Logan,” I murmured, cradling his face between my palms as he kissed me.

I gasped when he slid one hand between my thighs and stroked me until I was frantic with need.

“Dem!” He groaned as he thrust into me – one swift thrust that buried him deep within me. A moment of pressure and resistance, then a fleeting burst of pain that was gone almost before I registered it.

“Dem?” He breathed into my ear.

“Don’t stop.” I groaned, not knowing exactly what to do, only that whatever he was doing must continue. I clutched at his shoulders, digging my nails into his bare skin as he thrust into me again and again – gently at first, but harder and harder as he strained against me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist wanting to open myself up to him as fully as I could.

We went faster then, the mattress creaking beneath us. I held onto Logan, convinced if I didn’t, we’d both fall off the bed and break the circle.

He kissed me until I couldn’t breathe. I took his bottom lip between my teeth and pulled, wringing a moan from between his clenched teeth. I kissed his chin and his throat, nipping at his flesh as we rocked together.

He reached again between my legs and found that sweet spot, pressing on it with his thumb even as he plunged into me with his cock.

This time the dam didn’t just burst – it shattered – taking me along with it. I cried out in ecstasy, drowning in magnificent waves of pleasure that went on and on reducing me to a shivering, mindless creature of passion. I was drenched in a sensual rain of satisfaction.

Logan stiffened against me, then shuddered as he came. He buried his sweaty face in my neck, and I held him not ever wanting to move or let go.

The talisman he wore turned icy cold on my skin, but the freezing shock only boosted my pleasure and my unwillingness to let him go.

“Dem,” he said hoarsely, his voice muffled against my throat. “Oh, Dem.”

“I know,” I whispered, stroking his hair.

Far out to sea, the whale began his supernatural song once again, a haunting, heart-wrenching melody that the squeezed my throat tight. Yes, I thought. We’re home. We’re all home. What we’ve done here tonight can never be undone. No matter what happens, where we end up, this moment is forever.


How’d I do? Thanks again for letting me stop by!

Here’s a few links for you:

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Amazon link to the Othala Witch Collection: (Remember there are 15 other Sector books!)


  1. Sea Cursed looks great. Thank you for being our guest Amy.

    Lily x

    1. Thanks for having me! :) I never thought I'd finish this one. I started it three times before I finally hit my stride. Witches are difficult characters!


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