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The Price of Betrayal	By : eltf177 Category: +S through Z > Winx Club Views: 4572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Winx Club: The Price of Betrayal

By eltf177

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Winx Club, nor do I make any profit from this story.

AUTHOR’S NOTES: This story takes place between Seasons 2 and 3. It refers to events mentioned in Tante Carla’s THE END OF THE ROAD and Lunaroki’s THERAPY: THREE WITCHES AND A SHRINK as well as my story WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR? (all of which can be found right here). Many thanks to Lunaroki for beta-reading and useful advice!
Needless to say Darcy and Stormy are very OOC here (not at all unusual in my stories).
However, this story really throws a wrench into Season 3. It therefore must be considered either ‘what if’ or taking place in an alternate universe and cannot be considered part of any other story or timeline.

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Darcy Romanov couldn’t take anymore of Icy’s temper tantrum. She left the white-haired witch still smashing a broken table leg against everything she could find, yelling her head off.

*Stars, how did we end up like this?*, she thought as she reflected back on the events of the last few days.

She and her coven sisters, Icy and Stormy, had been broken out of Light Haven by Lord Darkar several months ago. He wanted their help to retrieve the four pieces of the Codex, which would allow Darkar to obtain ultimate power. He had promised to share this with the witches, who had eagerly done his bidding. Then it was discovered that Darkar needed their hated enemy Bloom’s Dragonfire to help release the power from the Codex. Darkar had converted Bloom into Dark Bloom to do this, but then betrayed the witches and sent them into a vortex.

The Trix had formed a shadow amalgamation of themselves to avenge themselves on Darkar, catching him while the fairies and specialists were trying to save Bloom. The combined might of all won out in the end, sending Darkar away and ending his threat. All three of the witches were disgusted at helping the fairies and specialists but revenge against Darkar was more important at the time.

The fairies and specialists managed to escape Realix but the witches were trapped there until their magic regenerated. This they used to return to Magix, but once again they were trapped until their magic regenerated.

Darcy heard Icy yell something about her gloomix. She looked down at her left arm to see hers, no longer shiny silver but a dull grey color and drained of power. She sneered as she ripped it off and threw it away, Icy was probably removing hers from around her neck and discarding it as well. *That BASTARD!*, her mind screamed. *I swear, if we EVER see him again it will take him a year to die!*

She didn’t really want to find Stormy, but she needed to see how the Storm Witch was holding up. Given her usual level of anger this betrayal was likely to have her in a total rage.

Darcy looked around the area. They were in the ruins of Shadowhaunt, Darkar’s seat of power. They figured nobody would dream of looking for them here, even though the thought of having to return made them gag with rage. With the entire Magical Realm looking for them, it seemed a safe enough retreat for a few days. None of them had any interest in returning to Light Haven and there were few other options open to them.

Darcy kept searching and soon heard the sounds of Stormy working out her anger management issues. She found a clearing where the blue-haired witch was hurling rocks at anything and everything while cursing out Darkar. *That’s our Stormy*, smiled Darcy as she just leaned against a rock and watched Stormy try and work out her anger.

As she leaned over to pick up more rocks Stormy saw her gloomix on her right arm. She screamed in pure rage as she clawed and tore at it, wrenching it apart. The bulk of it came off intact, but as Stormy started to lift it over her head to hurl it away she suddenly stopped. Darcy came alert, something was wrong.

Stormy just stood there, looking at the inside of the gloomix which had been unseen up until then. There was a look of pure horror on the Storm Witch’s face that made Darcy shiver. Then Stormy dropped the gloomix and fell to her knees, tears and deep sobs coming from her.

Darcy rushed over to Stormy and knelt beside her, wrapping her right arm around the quivering girl. She got a quick look at the gloomix before Stormy grabbed it and tore it to pieces. “Darkar, you miserable scum!”, screamed Darcy as she hugged Stormy tighter.

On the inside of Stormy’s gloomix there was a picture. Darcy only got a brief glimpse of it; a man, woman and a little girl around five years old. The girl was Stormy, the man and woman had to be her mother and father. As Darcy held the sobbing storm witch she remembered what Stormy had told her and Icy when they had been imprisoned at Light Haven. Stormy’s father, a vicious drunk, had beaten both her and her mother. The abuse escalated until finally the brute was raping Stormy on a regular basis. It had only ended when Stormy, defending her mother, had sent a huge lightning blast at him, all but destroying his nervous system and leaving him a burnt-out cripple. Astonishingly, the police had arrested Stormy for attempted murder; Stormy’s mother remained silent and stood by her husband. She was apparently still taking care of him to this very day. Stormy never forgave her father’s actions or her mother’s betrayal and the memories had left her bitter and angry. *Angry, that doesn’t even BEGIN to describe the situation!*, Darcy thought. Now this shock had brought all these barely-repressed memories back to life for the Storm Witch. Where that bastard Darkar had gotten the picture Darcy neither knew nor cared.

“Stormy, please. Let me help you”, Darcy whispered into Stormy’s ear as she helped the blue-haired witch to her feet. Darcy helped Stormy towards their old bedrooms. She knew Stormy needed to get some sleep.

They finally made it to Stormy’s old room. Darcy pulled the bed covers back, set Stormy on the bed and removed her boots. She then laid the Storm Witch on the bed, removed her own boots, slid next to Stormy and pulled the covers over them both. Stormy just wrapped her arms around Darcy’s neck, the tears still flowing.

Darcy just held Stormy tight, knowing the Storm Witch needed the contact of a close friend more than anything else right now. And this contact brought back another memory…

It was just after the beginning of their senior year at Cloud Tower. The trio was still searching for the Dragonfire. As yet unaware of Bloom, Icy had centered on Stella as the most likely candidate for its owner. Icy had wanted Stormy to give her some of the Storm Witch’s power to help her take it from Stella and the pair had been fighting continuously. Finally Darcy, unable to take the yelling anymore, had slipped an experimental love potion into their drinks. The results were amazing, Icy had crumbled first. Stormy had taken full advantage of the situation and used a strap-on dildo to fuck the ice witch into a puddle of satisfaction. It was the next day when, faced by a more-than-angry Icy, that Darcy learned the truth. Stormy confessed to her that she was madly in love with Icy, who didn’t return that love. Even more ironically, Icy was in love, or at least lust, with Darcy. Darcy was her lover, but never had and never would love Icy the same way. *Stars, it was like something out of a bad romance novel*, Darcy thought. As Stormy released Darcy from the ice tomb Icy had frozen her in after discovering what had happened, Darcy had asked Stormy if she wanted to join her in a hot shower. Stormy had agreed, but made it clear it was a one-time event. The shower was fairly normal; each soaping up the other but very little sex, just some kissing and groping. Then Darcy asked if Stormy wanted to spend the night with her. Stormy agreed. Darcy had actually looked forward to sex, wondering if Stormy would be as wild with her as she had been with Icy. But it wasn’t to be…

Stormy spent most of the night cradled in Darcy’s arms, crying over her unrequited love for Icy. But later, after Stormy had calmed down they had a long, and strange, conversation.

They had talked about love, desire and lust. How and why it happens, or doesn’t. Darcy had been surprised at how little Stormy knew about the subject. Of course, now that she knew of the Storm Witch’s early days that wasn’t so much of a shock. Many of her questions were about the relationship between Icy and Darcy. *Relationship, now that’s a joke*, Darcy thought. At first it might have been love, or at least lust, but by this point it was nothing more than a power and ego trip for Icy. Darcy didn’t want to at first, but finally told Stormy the truth about their situation.

“With Icy it’s not about love, or caring, or even sex. It’s about control. She gets rough, far rougher than I’d like. That’s why I’m tired a lot, having to heal myself before getting going every day. She treats me like a whore, and to be honest with you I’m getting tired of it. I’m not her possession!”

Stormy told Darcy about how her feelings for Icy had gone from hate to admiration to finally love, and how difficult it was for her to have to be around Icy but not give into them. Darcy had tried to comfort Stormy, giving her some advise that might get Icy’s feelings to shift from her towards Stormy even though she knew that would be a big mistake. Stormy said ‘no’. The Stormy Witch knew her feelings would never be returned and wouldn’t even bother to try. Darcy didn’t know why Stormy said ‘no’, but was glad the blue-haired girl had done so. It was at that point Darcy swore she would do whatever it took to keep Icy’s attention away from Stormy. *Stormy wants her, even though Icy would certainly treat her the same way she treats me, if not worse. Sometimes I just don’t understand people at all. Stormy’s not in love with Icy, the bitch is nothing more than a substitute for her father!*

It had worked. Icy either ignored or belittled Stormy while continually forcing Darcy into subservient sex. For the sake of the Coven Darcy endured the abuse, which got worse as the Trix seemed to be constantly beaten by the loser fairies who called themselves the Winx Club. However, the theft of the Dragonfire gave Icy the power she lusted for and obsessed over. The trio had taken over both Red Fountain and Cloud Tower, and were on the verge of both defeating the fairies and seizing Alfea. Then it all came crashing down on them as Bloom regained the Dragonfire and defeated Icy. Darcy and Stormy, having given theirs to Icy, were defeated at the hands of the rest of the Winx Club. The trio were captured and sentenced to Light Haven, a combination prison/ rehabilitation center for magical prisoners.

Light Haven, as bad as it was, at least meant that the abuse of Darcy ended as Icy could no longer force herself on the enchantress. And after their “rescue” by Lord Darkar they were all too busy trying to steal the pieces of the Codex for him to do much else. During this time Darcy and Stormy had, to the amazement of both, become closer. Late at night they snuck into each other’s rooms, cuddling and talking and even an occasional kiss which sent a chill down the enchantress’ spine for some unknown reason.

As she cuddled the sobbing Stormy, Darcy wondered what picture Darkar had put on her codex. *Probably a picture of some old fool signed ‘Love, Daddy’. It wouldn’t surprise me a bit if he’d used Shreever’s picture.* She had no intention of trying to find it to confirm it, though. *And I wonder what was on Icy’s? Wait, the one picture guaranteed to send her into a flurry of anger and destruction; Bloom. Probably signed with something like, ‘You want me but will never have me.’* Icy had been completely obsessed with the red-headed fairy, and it seemed obvious more than just the Dragonfire was involved. But again, Icy had destroyed her gloomix and Darcy wasn’t about to bring up this subject.

Stormy had finally calmed down a fair bit. Darcy leaned down and started kissing Stormy’s tears away. Stormy tightened her grip on Darcy, who leaned over and gave the Storm Witch a long kiss. “Feeling better?”

Stormy gave a weak grin. “A bit.” Another tear trickled from her left eye. “Why?”

Darcy just looked softly at the blue-haired girl in her arms. “It seems obvious now. Darkar had no intention of sharing the power of the Codex with us. We were expendable from the very beginning. And that picture was probably just a final slap in the face. You know how he liked to toy with people. You saw what he did with Bloom. I’m sure he chose pictures with the maximum shock value.”

“What was on yours?”

“Never looked. I doubt Icy looked at hers either. It doesn’t matter, we need to get our powers back and get the hell out of here. I am _not_ looking forward to being forced to go back to Light Haven!”

Stormy tried to laugh but choked. “No argument there.”

Darcy looked deep into Stormy’s bright green eyes still rimmed with tears. Finally she spoke, “Stormy, let me make you feel better. Please?”

Stormy knew exactly what Darcy meant. The enchantress had made her that offer once before, but Stormy had refused. Now, however… The Storm Witch leaned over and put her arms around the brown-haired witch’s neck pulling her close. Their lips met and seemed to lock together. When they finally broke the kiss Stormy said, “yes, please. I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

Darcy smiled. She got out of bed, then grabbed Stormy’s hands and pulled her out as well. The enchantress took the blue-haired witch into her arms and embraced her, drawing their bodies together and sharing another long, passionate kiss. “Bath?”, Darcy grinned.

“Why not?”

The pair headed for the bathroom they had all shared while staying at Shadowhaunt, it was large enough for all three and the bathtub doubled as a sauna. *For such a gloomy place it does have the comforts of home*, Darcy thought.

When they reached the bathroom Darcy started the water, then turned to Stormy and raised her arms. “Care to undress me?”, she said with a wink.

“Gladly”, the blue-haired witch grinned back. She got behind Darcy and slipped the brown-haired enchantress’ top off her shoulder’s and let it slip to her waist. She then reached around and started to gently rub Darcy’s nipples, feeling them stiffen in her fingers. A soft moan let Stormy know her actions were producing results. She stopped, however. She lowered her hands to Darcy’s waist. Taking hold of Darcy’s bunched top and pant top, she slowly lowered them past the enchantress’ hips, at which point gravity did the remaining work for her. Stormy noted that, as usual, Darcy wasn’t wearing panties.

The combination of the cool cave air and Stormy’s warm hands was starting to send Darcy into fits. “Stormy, please…”, she begged. Her plea was not ignored. Stormy turned Darcy around, wrapped her arms around the enchantress’ slim waist and pulled her in for another long, deep kiss.

When they broke the kiss Darcy leaned over and eagerly started to unbutton Stormy’s red dress. As each button came undone the gap between the sides widened until finally both Stormy’s breasts sprung free. Darcy stared at them. Stormy’s breasts were magnificent; perky with large areolas and nipples which were rapidly stiffening in the cool air.

Darcy teased Stormy’s chest, using her fingers and tongue to play with the blue-haired girl’s nipples. She was amazed at how sensitive they were and wondered just how much the Storm Witch could stand. She soon got a wicked idea, however. She got behind Stormy, one hand still teasing the Storm Witch’s nipples while the other slid between the opened dress and downwards.

Stormy gasped as Darcy’s hand slipped between her moist petals and the enchantress’ thumb hit her sweet spot. Darcy quickly noticed something. “Stormy, you finally cleaned up!” Stormy normally never removed the hair between her legs, but was now just as bare as her sisters. “When did you do this?”

“Ummmm”, the Storm Witch purred, not bothering to answer the question. “You like?”

“Let’s get a closer look, shall we?” Darcy quickly slid off Stormy’s dress, leaving the Storm Witch in only in her boots. The enchantress got on her knees in front of the blue-haired girl, spread Stormy’s legs apart and went in for a personal inspection.

With the Storm Witch’s normal jungle now gone Darcy could now see Stormy’s womanhood. She was surprised at how large the blue-haired girl’s clit was, bright red and throbbing. Unable to resist she darted her tongue out and quickly ran it up Stormy’s labia, then around the inviting target. The scream of ecstasy that produced told Darcy she was definitely on the right track. She repeated her actions and heard a loud moan, coupled with Stormy’s hands locking themselves on her neck. She continued to orally tease the Storm Witch, bringing forth more moans.

Finally, however, neither could stand any more foreplay and both climbed into the warm bath. Darcy turned on the water jets, sat down, dragged the Storm Witch into her lap and passionately kissed her, their tongues wrapping around the other’s.

It was Stormy who broke the kiss, using her lips and tongue to slowly trace their way down Darcy’s neck and into the valley between her breasts. Stormy spent some time there, licking and nibbling at Darcy’s stiff nubs, before reaching down and putting her hands underneath Darcy’s magnificent ass.

Stormy slid to Darcy’s side and slowly started lifting the enchantress up and out of the bath. She continued to kiss and lick Darcy’s belly as more and more of the brown-haired girl’s body became visible. Finally Darcy’s cleft came into view. Stormy gently pushed Darcy back and set her on top of the tub, leaning the enchantress against the wall. Darcy shivered as her body went from being immersed in warm water to exposed to the cool cave air of Shadowhaunt.

Stormy’s slow, careful moves were replaced by speed and passion as her hands spread Darcy’s legs and her head quickly darted between them. Her tongue slipped between Darcy’s petals bringing a loud gasp from the enchantress. Darcy’s hands and legs locked around the Storm Witch’s neck and back and she continued to moan loudly. Stormy kept up her ministrations and Darcy’s body began to shake until she could take no more. She let out a loud scream as she orgasmed and keeled over. Stormy slipped from Darcy’s embrace and let the brown-haired girl’s limp body slide back into the bath. The blue-haired girl just cuddled the Darcy, waiting for her to wake.

When Darcy came to she found herself leaning on Stormy’s chest. Her tongue quickly darted out and ran over the blue-haired girl’s left nipple, bringing a shudder of pleasure. “Shall we continue this in your bedroom?”, Darcy purred.

Stormy just nodded in pleasure, then passionately kissed the beautiful enchantress. Finally breaking the kiss, the pair exited the bath and spent some time drying each other off using long slow strokes in the right areas. Between moans and giggles the two exchanged several more passionate kisses. Finally the pair were dry and their arousal was peaking.

Leaving their clothes on the floor Darcy practically dragged Stormy back to the Storm Witch’s room. Heading for the bed she flung the blue-haired girl into it. She eagerly crawled on top of the Storm Witch and started lapping at her still stiff nubs, each lick causing the blue-haired girl to thrash underneath her. Finally Stormy had to push Darcy off her, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe.

The sultry enchantress stared into the Storm Witch’s green eyes. “I’ll take that as approval.”

“Just you wait”, Stormy panted, “until I catch my breath.”

“Oh yeah, like I’m waiting that long!”, Darcy said in a sultry voice. She leaned over and started nibbling on Stormy’s neck while her left hand reached between the Blue-haired girl’ legs and began stroking her clit. Stormy began to moan and thrash. Finally Darcy rolled on top of the blue-haired girl, slid down her body and stuck her tongue deep into the Storm Witch.

Darcy varied her attacks. Short but sharp licks followed by nothing, then a long tongue-lashing. Stormy’s thrashing became so intense it threatened to throw Darcy off the bed.

Finally Darcy stopped to give Stormy a chance to settle down. She gently unclenched the Storm Witch’s hands and slithered up to the blue-haired girl. Darcy kissed Stormy deeply, letting the Storm Witch taste herself on the enchantress’ lips. After they broke the kiss Darcy just cuddled the younger girl in her arms.

Finally Stormy broke the silence. “Thank you.”

Darcy kissed Stormy on the forehead. “None needed. Feeling better now?”

“Yeah. Damn that fucking Darkar!”

“Don’t let it bother you. The bastard was just toying with us. I don’t know how, but someday we’ll meet again and we’ll have our revenge!”

“So what now?”

“I don’t know”, said Darcy. “We’re stuck here until our powers regenerate, after that I haven’t a clue.”

“Icy will have some sort of grand scheme, I’m sure.”

“Probably. And more than likely it won’t work again and we’ll still be in a boiling cauldron.”

Stormy remained silent for a moment. “So how’s Icy treating you?”

Darcy really didn’t want to answer that question and said nothing.

Stormy was puzzled by Darcy’s silence. She repeated the question and received the same reply. The truth slowly dawned on the Storm Witch. After their talk the night after the love potion incident Stormy made Darcy swear to tell Icy to return their relationship to what it had first been. “Darcy, is Icy still mistreating you?”

“Stormy, it’s my problem. Let me deal with it.”

“No. Remember your promise to me. And besides, I wanted her once too.”

“So you don’t anymore?”

“No. I gave that idea up a long time ago. In fact, just a few months after you slipped the two of us that potion. You made me realize what a terrible mistake I’d be making.”

“I’m glad. You deserve someone better than her.”

Stormy smiled at that. “So do you.”

‘So do you’. Three simple words. And they hit Darcy like a sledgehammer between the eyes. The enchantress shook violently, then collapsed onto Stormy’s shoulder, hugging the Storm Witch tightly and sobbing uncontrollably.

Stormy tightly hugged the brown-haired girl, not knowing exactly what had just happened. All she knew was that she owed Darcy a great deal and was going to repay her debt. “Darcy, please talk to me”, she begged the enchantress as they lay back onto Stormy’s bed.

Darcy just hugged Stormy tighter as her story slowly slipped out. Darcy’s mother was also an enchantress, this much Stormy already knew. What the Storm Witch didn’t know and now discovered was that Darcy’s mother was ‘employed’ (‘enslaved’ would be a far more accurate term) by an evil Overlord who used her to seduce nobles and others to obtain their secrets. Darcy grew up seeing her mother forced to consort with men she normally would have shunned. Sometimes the Overlord even forced her mother to service him, and to say he was a sadistic brute was a complete understatement. This situation was the primary reason Darcy decided to attend Cloud Tower rather than the Odalisk Academy for Enchantresses. The other reason was that Darcy strongly suspected that she would be forced to serve the Overlord when her mother could no longer please him or do his bidding.

Before she left home and went to Cloud Tower she had made herself a solemn promise; that she would NEVER allow herself to be used or end up in an abusive relationship. Yet that was exactly what had happened. Somehow she rationalized the situation to herself. She was glad Stormy realized that getting involved with Icy was simply repeating the pattern of abuse the Storm Witch had suffered at the hands of her father. But Darcy had, unwittingly or not, fallen into the same path as her mother. And the revealed truth was devastating…

“Cauldrons”, Stormy swore under her breath. *I never knew.* She remembered meeting Darcy’s mother just once, when Cloud Tower held its stupid Parents Day. Darcy had always said its sole purpose was to squeeze more money out of the parents, nothing else. Darcy’s mom had come once, during their first year. She vaguely remembered Darcy with her, it was obvious Darcy strongly took after her mother as the woman was, to all intents and purposes, a more mature version of Darcy herself. They had been introduced, spoken a few words to one another and that was it.

*And Icy treats her like the Overlord treats her mother. Stars, what a mess.* “Darcy…”, she said to the sobbing girl as she used her right index finger to raise the brown-haired girl’s face to hers. Darcy looked at Stormy, her purple makeup running down her face and onto her dress. “Darcy, it’s ok.”

Darcy just looked down. “No, it’s not!”

Stormy picked Darcy’s face back up. “It’s not your fault. Icy love you, at least at first. Now you’re forced to remain in this situation. And I suspect you did it simply to protect me. Thank you.”

Darcy sniffled but managed a smile. Stormy smiled back. “Stars, Darcy. You’re beautiful.”

“And so are you, Stormy.”

The pair looked at each other for what seemed like forever. Finally Stormy drew Darcy to her and kissed the enchantress. “So, maybe we can give a relationship a try?”, she said with a hopeful smile.

“Icy wouldn’t like that.”

“To hell with Icy! You end it with her, now!”

“It’s not that easy.”

“I don’t want her abusing you any more.”

“She might come after you.”

“No. Not if we stand together. Besides, I’m tired of taking orders from that bitch and I know you are too.”

Darcy leaned on Stormy’s shoulder. “You’re right. I guess I’ll go and tell her.” The brown-haired girl stood up, there were still some clothes left in her old room.

Stormy got up and took Darcy’s hand in hers. “No, _we’ll_ tell her. You and I are together now, she’s the third wheel. And she’d better get used to it”, Stormy said. Stormy still had clothes left in her room and quickly got dressed, then went with Darcy back to the enchantress’ old room and waited as the brown-haired girl did the same. Then the pair walked out, hand in hand, to find the Ice Witch and inform her of how things were going to be from now on.

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