8 comments/ 63663 views/ 15 favorites A Witch & A Wolf By: Noel A soft-spoken word, a flash of flame, a single candle was lit. The pale circle of light showed three women, all robed in black. They moved about the circle, lighting candles as they went. One at each cardinal point, they called to the elements. The three witches moved with a comfortable ease with each other, calling up power from the earth. They had practiced together for many a year now and knew the feel of each other's gifts. One girl was a fair skinned lass with thick red head. She lit the candle of south, a welling passion of thought and lust. The girl of water was paler still and had dark hair, long and curled. The third was of earth, long raven black hair, the skin a deep caramel, eyes near gold. They all lit the candle of east, of air and of knowledge. The candles of the altar burned merrily. The called to the moon and to the gods. The air smelled of the pined forest, faintly of the sandalwood smoking in the censer. The noises of the night animals sound softly around them. Their friends were all on the next camp site over, swilling beer and laughing. The large group of friends on one of the many camping trips. A weekend of smoking the herbs of the earth, drinking the fruits and devouring the meats. They all knew the three were witches and practiced the old ways. A few acknowledged with respect, others just ignored, but all were accepting, The witches called to the summer, they jumped the fire thinking of hopes. They blessed the cakes and wine and sat, talking amiably as they drank and ate. At the far site people began to turn in. The three talked late into the night then stood, to work the final bit of magic. They had decided to call to spirits, animal totems. Each had chosen their favorite. The earth witch choose a wolf, the water witch choose an owl and the fire witch a fox. As each sat meditating on their animal, anointing candles and lighting them to burn, a beacon to bring the animal totem to them. Water noticed it first, the quiet in the air. As she pointed it out they all listened, the was no noise, the other camp site silent, but deeper still, no chitter of squirrels, no rustle of raccoons, no chirping from the night peepers. The Earth said she saw something move in the trees. The all looked around growing a bit edgy. Fire turned to look into the woods behind her and was looking into the deep dark brown eyes of a wolf. It sat at the wood edge, the eyes flecked with gold, alert and watching. It stood and walked closer as the witch stared. She finally called out and all three jumped up, moving away. The wolf padded over the stopped short at the circle edge. It sniffed and growled softly. The three spoke softly though quite alarmed, that it couldn't cross their circle. The wolf indeed followed the circle, the turned and walked back some. The girls talked quickly animated by the turn of events. The wolf paced around some then walked back. It turned and bounded towards the circle, the three scrambled to the far side, tripping over candles and books, over each other mostly. The wolf stopped short at the edge of the circle growled softly. The three spaced themselves some what, and as they moved it became clear the wolf paced the redheaded witch. She puzzled at it, then asked the others "Why does it follow me, I thought of a fox" The others had no answers but the earth witch seemed put out. The wolf rushed the circle and then the mistake happened. Earth lost her balance and in an effort to keep from falling grabbed the other two. A foot, only the gods can be sure who's broke across the line of protection, the barriers to the spirits the girls had raised fell. The wolf sensed and just kept coming. The three broke into runs. The fire witch broke left, and into low shrubs. She ran somewhat blindly, the full moon over head glowed brightly but the tall trees gave Luna's glow a dappled light. She tripped on roots, banged toes in rocks. She stopped dead as she heard a scream. She knew the voice of the earth witch and knew the anguish of pain. She whimpered and shook her head. Then she heard sound coming through the forest. A heavy panting and sniffing. She turned and fled again. She could hear the beast coming up behind her and she was in a panic. She ran out of primal instinct, her body pushed hard, beyond her limits. The fallen branch hit her knee, and the girl sprawled forward, going down hard to the earth. As she went to scramble up she heard the menacing growl behind her. She froze, her body taught and cringing as she waited for the inevitable pain of teeth. But they did not come. Instead she felt a cold nose sniff along the sole of her bare foot, then up her calf. She blinked her eyes wide and held very still, thinking the animal was just curious. The snuffling edged up her leg, her ritual robe up near her thighs from her fall. She squeaked loudly as the cold nose edged under her robe. The whiskers brushes her inner thigh as the wolf sniffed over her labia, swollen and moist with the energy of pagan ritual. Then the hot wash of a strong tongue. She gasps softly, her body edging up, to try and crawl away. A deep-throated growl froze her again on hands and knees. She felt her robe shifted up to bare her backside, her mind going into shock. Then the soft bass voice, clear and angry "How dare you call me, how did you find out?" She shook her head and looked back. The fire witch, could clearly see in the full moon's light her friend, a new person to the group. The dark good looks shadowed, the rich chocolate hair near black in the dark, and his eyes, they usually were brown, flecked so slightly with amber at the edges, now nearly glowed in the dark. She stared, her mind reeled and she stuttered his name. He reached up, grabbing a fist full of hair and shaking her like a doll "YES, of course I am, you called me bitch, how did you find out?" The witch cried out, her body cringing. "No, I thought of a fox, I….gods, I did think about you, about our flirting, about…..I didn't know…oh my gods, you're a…" She screamed as he shook her by the hair again. He snarled softly "Then this was some stupid freak luck…..Damn it" He left her hair go, and she cowered. But she suddenly tensed and her body went rigid as she felt him grab her hips. She felt his hard cock press between her thighs, the engorged head nudged her wet and swollen labia, easing her open. She shrieked and struggled, her body trying to pull away "No, you can't, I'm married, I….please no" The strong hands held her tight and his thick long cock pressed into her very ready folds. She groaned softly and he growled out "You want it, you called to me to mate, I have to, it's your spell" The dark laughter from his throat sent chills down her spine. He moved until he was fully inside the witch, holding her backside tight to his groin. She whimpered softly and nodded "I did think it, I didn't know though, I thought of you, not a wolf" She gasps softly, her body opened, filled, held onto his cock. He smiles and runs a hand along her back "You called to an animal spirit and thought of me, thought of me mating you." He rocked his hips, started to take her. The two moved together in the night, his cock spearing into her. She gasped loudly, eyes widening as she quickly was brought to a hard orgasm. The wolf smirked wide and patted her ass, giving a firm slap. The witch bucked and moaned louder, her body trembling under him. The wolf starts grunting, his hips rocking her, smacking her backside with his hips. The witch's voice was clear and hungry "Take me, yes gods, yes wolf, take me" As she was rocked her breasts bounced under her. The pentagram choker at her neck swung, the star filled circle dangling like a pendulum. The strong hands held onto her hips, pulling her back hard to his ravaging thrusts. The witch cried out, her body tensing hard as her sweet pussy was taken. The crunch of pine needles under her hands releasing the sharp tang of sap. The long red hair swayed and brushed over her shoulders as the strong hips behind her rocked her body. She felt her pussy getting wetter, her body roiling as another orgasm built in her nethers. The mind raced at what was happening. She felt his hand lift to smack her again, then gasped out as it didn't fall. She whined desperately, her hips heaved back to his thrust. He smacked the quivering backside and she screamed out, her cunny squeezing. The fingernails digging into the dirt as her back arched, the eyes looking into the far woods, through leaves, through the dark shadows. She orgasmed again, her breath taken as he kept driving into her. "Please stop….slow down, please, oh gods…" She whined louder as her knees slide on the rough ground, begging softly, her words lewd moans. He gasped, sucking in air, then growling it out. "I can't….you called, the gods heard you. I'm driven, I need to fill you" He growled again, his hands hard on her hips, furiously taking her. She cried out again, her body bucking as the man behind her, ravaged. The mating was furious, the male taking his bitch deeply, sating her, but his need clear. As the moon broke through an opening in the branches it hit them, highlighting the sweat damp body. They filled the glade with the smell of bodies and sex, of need and desire. She moaned throughout, but as the silvery light touched she cried out again, orgasming her third time. He leaned in pulling her tight back onto his cock. The length stiff and swollen, spasmed inside her, filling her with the hot seed. She moved some, eyes going wide, and he growled and leaned in, biting down on her shoulder, one hand wrapping under her to keep her held firm to his body as he climaxed. She squeaked as her body trembled hard under him, engulfed under his larger frame. As she shivered in the throws of her third orgasm and his seed spilled into her milking cunny the words were muttered from her full pink lips. "So mote it be." He licked her shoulder, the blood glossy on her pale skin as it seeped down along her neck. She heaved in air, panting softly. She looked back, her gray blue eyes blinking slowly as she looked into his. He smiled and brushed her cheek gently, his eyes awkward, unsure. "I had to….I…I'm sorry, you okay?" She nodded her head, the look glazed in the afterglow of orgasm, and perhaps still shock. The voice trembled at first and she coughed then smiled weakly. "Yeah, I'm….okay, a bit dizzy." The sound of voices broke the serene forest quiet, people were coming. He shifted and looked back, snarling, the skin shuddering, an eerie ripple as fur and muscle developed. She gasped and watched, her eyes traveling his body. She watched the man who had just taken her body turn into a wolf. He looked to her and smiled briefly, teeth long and sharp. "Run, head back towards camp….be careful. We can talk later." She blinked and the man before her dropped and in a whirl of dark shadows was the wolf. She stared, eyes awestruck till it growled at her and stepped closer. She turned and ran, stumbling blindly. The campsite was a disaster. The cops interviewing them, the park rangers in a dither. As much as could be discerned a wolf, broke into the area. Though none are known in these parts that met the girls description. They tried to explain but as they talked it all sounded so crazy. The police took notes and looked for prints. They got a few partial paw tracks, and the earth witch was taken to the hospital. She had tried to drive the wolf off with a thrown athame but had missed. The wolf had given chased and she fell and knocked herself out, a few stitches and she would be good as new. The fire witch sat at a picnic table, quiet, wrapped in a sleeping bag. As the police pulled out and people talked about breaking down and heading home, the pale light of dawn breaking the trees, a uproar of laughter broke out. She looked over, needing her mood lightened. She saw him, being ribbed and teased, slept drunk through the whole thing. He had just crawled from his tent. He walked over as people began to disassemble tents. He sat down across form her, those brown eyes wide and woeful. "We didn't mean this to happen, I am sorry I was rough…" He stammered then stopped, eyes on the table "Are you okay?" She nodded her head gently. "Yeah, I got back okay. I, just my shoulder, where you bit, I didn't show the EMTs, I didn't want questions" He stared, the eyes on her shoulder. "Oh…fuck….well, the next full moon …. Make sure you are alone, I'll come for you, my Witch" He gave her a devilish grin. She felt her belly and loins flutter at the smile and her words were soft "Yes my Wolf" ***Okay. This is my first try at fiction. Please send me any constructive criticism and please vote, so I can tell how I am doing. This story was inspired by a rather vivid dream, though I am wiccan. Thanks for your time, Noel*** A Witch & A Wolf Ch. 02 **Hello again! I had enough reader response asking for a sequel that I thought I'd give it a go. I tried to take all the critiques I got to heart. Again, please vote and thanks for reading, Hope you enjoy it! ** Noel stood nervously amongst the tall pines. The air was cool and breezy in the twilight hours of late summer. The wind was taking on the crisp scent of the fall to come. It was the full moon, and the fall equinox. As she walked she thought back to her last full moon. The scene played through her head vividly as if she dreamed while she walked. It had happened during the full moon circle of August. Noel had summoned a wolf as a familiar. The protective circle had been broken and she was chased through the woods. She had run hard and fast but to no avail. She had been taken, but not by the wolf, but by a friend. She had been ravaged hard and fast, speared onto a thick spell driven cock. He was a were-wolf, the stuff of fairytales and make-believe. But then again, who was she to think such thoughts being a witch? She had lusted for this friend and he had come to her, and in her. She walked and her mind whirled with questions. He had disappeared just days after the camping trip. He had left a message saying he would be out of town on a family matter. She thought back to the brief message left for her. Had he forgotten? Was the whole thing a dream? She rubbed her shoulder where the pink marks from the bite lingered. She knew it hadn't all been a dream. But what was he? She stumbled over a root as she walked along, cursed softly under her breath 'Where the hell is he?" She stopped and looked up through the trees. The faint glow of the moonrise could be seen on the twilight purple horizon. She smiled and watched, loving a moonrise. The moon glowed an opalescent bone white against the dark horizon. She felt a twinge in her shoulder and rubbed it again. The eyes wandered and pondered, as the shadows grew long and dark. The trees rustled in the breeze, the strong smell of pine wafted in the air. She sighed and leaned her back to a tree feeling foolish and bewildered. She reached up, tucking her auburn hair behind her ear. The stormy blue eyes roved the woods around her. She had left him a message that night, saying she would be at Mosely Pines. She had hoped he knew where it was. The month between had been long and strange. The paranoia of what had happen, then the disbelief, the denial of the possibility. But one thing kept happening over and over. At night she dreamed of the wolf, of the woods, of powerful lustful sex, of her friend sitting across the table from her and calling her his witch. She woke up many nights, her clit hot and tight. She would slide her hand down over her belly, tickling her pale skin. Noel's fingers would rub, gently to open her labia, then slide a finger in, rubbing over the hood of her own clit. She would think of the force, of the feel of him taking her. She would circle her finger over her clit harder, gasping as the speed increased. She would stroke a hand over her breast, a strong pinch to her own nipple. The pleasure would flood between her legs and she would bring herself to orgasm with that vivid memory. And each time, the shoulder would twinge as she orgasmed and she would her his voice in her head 'my witch'. She sighed again, low and forlorn. The thought of him showing up had half terrified and half thrilled her. She thought now, as she sighed again, perhaps more thrilled then terrified. She set down a shoulder bag and started to set up for a ritual. She laid out the tools carefully, candles, athame, salt, water, bell, incense and a small collection of shells and stones. The incense was light and the smell of sandalwood mixed with the fresh outdoors. She moved about, eyes constantly searching through the woods. She called the quarters and sprinkled salt water to purify and protect her circle. She lit the candles of the Lord and Lady. She stood slowly and held her palms skyward, softly speaking the words. "Hail to the elementals of the four quarters. Welcome Lady and Lord to this rite. The circle is cast and we are between the worlds, beyond the bounds of time, where night and day, birth and death, joy and sorrow meet as one. So mote it be". She turned and jumped, the blue eyes going wide and startled as the focused on a figure. A soft squeak barely escaped her constricted throat. The wolf watched from the woods. The dark fur blended him perfectly into the deepening shadows. He snuffed the air and shifted on his haunches. The amber eyes blinked slowly, watching the girl move about the circle. As she spoke the words he stood and walked forward, the strong musculature moved smoothly and carried him feather quiet. The tongue lolled as the girl went rigid and the wolf cocked his head. The sound was a chuff, a soft noise like a chuckle. In the space of a few heartbeats the shape rippled. Again, a man stood there, the witch's friend. He smiled wide, his form skyclad in the woods. He was strong and agile, his body dappled in moonlight. "I told you to be alone and you listened. This makes it much easier" He smiled the wry grin that had lingered in her dreams so many nights. She breathed rapidly, her eyes flicking, traveling him. The tousled brown hair and those soulful dark eyes would have made him look charming if he hadn't just been a wolf. He was tall of stature with strong shoulders. She lingered on his crotch, her eyes blinked at his rigid cock. She gasped softly, her body tightened as she remembered the feel of him pounding it into her. She stood frozen as her mind tried to process what she had just seen. She looked up and met those deep brown eyes. He smiled a gentle friendly easy smile. He stepped closer and she held up a hand "The circle, you can not cross it." He strode forward crossing the circle without hesitation and caught her hand as her body tensed to run. He spoke calmly but firmly "I chased you once my witch, Noel, I will not chase you again." She trembled, her eyes wild with shock. The head shook side to side. He moved in gently, arms closing around her and pulling her in to his body. She stiffened and struggled then crumpled again him. She whimpered softly as he held her. He spoke soft words as his hand smoothed her hair "Easy my witch, it's okay Noel. Only love may enter, I'll do you no harm, I would never harm you." She leaned in, her body tight to his. As the shock and fear drained away, she felt his warmth, smelled his body. The small hands stroked over his sides and she felt his energy, swirling below his skin. She felt her hands warm and respond to his primal source. She gave a soft gasp as the energies began to pass between them. She slid her hands up to his chest, the power fluxing between the witch and wolf, and she felt it was right. The gentle exchange of energy and the warmth of his skin were very assuring. She looked up and met his eyes. He stared down at her as she slowly relaxed. The hands shyly touched his body and he held still not wanting to spook her. The dark eyes flicked up over her head and settled on the moon, the white orb full and now clear of the horizon. He then felt the wolf, the beast within him surge. He struggled to hold his human shape and looked back to the girl before him. He marveled at her, at the feel of someone touching his power. He felt her warm caress, as if she could reach through his human form and pet the wolf within. He smiled as they locked eyes, his body shivering under her touch. She grinned as he shivered, her eyes blinking slowly. She then began to ask the questions, slow and timid at first and the story slowly poured out of him. The shifting of forms was a family heirloom. He had changed at 13 for the first time, terrified and confused. An uncle had shown up a few days later, unexpected and took him camping. It seems some of the men from his family got the trait and others didn't. The uncle had and his father had not, but his father knew the signs. Every full moon he had to shift, like the flow of the tides it was inevitable. But as he grew older he could control it. He could change on any of the three nights of the full moon, but the longer he waited the harder it was to control. And no, she would not become a werewolf from his bite. As she pressed for more answers he leaned in and brushed his lips to hers. Noel slowly blinked her eyes as he kissed her. She could taste his lips, warm and sweet. The soft kiss was luxurious. And is if a light switch had been flicked she remembered she was standing in the woods, her hands on his chest, he was naked and still rather erect. The kiss continued and deepened. The soft caress of his mouth to hers made her lose all thoughts of questions. She began to think of the last time they were in the woods. She ran her fingers along his chest. He slid one hand around her waist, the other over the front of her T-shirt, then easily up and under the T-shirt. The kiss lingered and their bodies writhed and squirmed in each other's hands. Noel's clothing dropped away. The full breasts shifted and rubbed as they pressed to his wide strong chest. The jeans wriggled down her hips, revealing a tiny black thong. The black satin thong contrasted starkly with her pale skin. They kissed, along lip, neck and shoulder. He stooped and licked a nipple, then kissed, then suckled it gently. She gasped and tipped her head back, looking to the moon as she let her hands stroke through his dark hair. They explored each others body's with lip, tongue and fingers. She reached down to gently wrap her hand around his cock and stroked him. He groaned into the dark woods and she slowly sank to her knees in front of him. She kissed his stomach, then licked her tongue over the head of his cock. She leaned in and wrapped her lips around its girth. She pressed and slid his cock deeply into her tight wet mouth. She moaned around her mouthful as her lips slid along the length, stroking and milking the swollen cock. He set a firmly grasped hand onto her head and encouraged her. As she sucked and devoured his cock precum oozed and spurted, each time Noel would draw back and trace her tongue through it. The man moaned and growled, his hips began to rock to her mouth. She reached up, hands cupping his ass and swallowed his cock, the head pressing into her throat. As her head bobbed and his hips thrusted the cock began to throb in her mouth. He came in hard spurts, the first shooting down her throat. She pulled her mouth back and let the rest splash onto her tongue, swallowing hungrily as he emptied into her mouth. He reached down and helped her to her feet as she licked her lips. She smiled at him and they stared into each other's eyes. He leaned in and kissed gently, wrapping his arms around her body, enveloping her in his arms. She shivered gently in the cool air and the stood, locked in each others arms as the moon climbed high in the sky. The two kissed and snuggled within her circle of protection. She asked softly "If I will not become a werewolf then why...you said to be here alone, why?" He blinked down at her, his cheeks blushing though barely noticeable in the flicker of candle like. He spoke softly, shyly "I wasn't sure you'd come back to me. Noel, I need you. You called and I answered, we are bound. I came to your dreams, we dreamt together, of mating, of sharing." She shivered in his arms, eyes blinking at his. He reached up and his fingers took the small pentacle that dangled from her chain mail collar between his fingers. He took her hand and placed it over his heart. "I am your wolf, you are my witch." She smiled and stared into those deep brown eyes "I am your witch, you are my wolf......So Mote it be." As she chuckled softly he smiled and the look of understanding crossed his eyes. He nodded gently "So Mote it be". As the words were spoken the wind swirled through the trees, and around their bodies, like the brush of hands. The smoke of the incense swirled and the candles flickered as they lowered themselves to the ground. He leaned down on top of her, pressing her body down, holding his weight on his hands. She blinked, her eyes looking up at him, her face shy and a touch unsure. She lay back on the ground, on a bed of dry pine needles and moss. He kissed, gentle and then more firm. She whimpered into his mouth and he nipped her lip. He shifted a knee and parted her legs. She opened them to him, sliding her legs over the earth. He shifted, leaning his hips in, rubbing the head of his cock over her mons. She arched her back and her hands grasped onto his arms tight. She lifted a foot, caressing it over his calf, then sliding it behind his thigh, urging him closer. He grinned and rocked his hips. The cock eased her cunny open, spreading her sweet wetness along her swollen lips. He held there, rubbing his hot swollen cock to her slit. She whined softly, looking to him with lust filled eyes. He grinned and his lips traced into the devilish sly smirk, his words sounding rumbley in his chest "You are beautiful when you whine like that, whimpering for my cock." She blushed and blinked her eyes at him. She shifted to pull away and he set a hand onto her chest, easily holding her down. He nudged forward with his cock, barely entering her. She went wide-eyed and gasped, her breath inhaling sharply in the quiet woods. She stared longingly into his eyes and her words were shaky and desperate with need "Please fuck me." He stared down and eased his hips again, the head of his cock speared her open and she moaned lewdly as her body shuddered. The tremble rustled the pine needles she lay on as her fingernails dug into his biceps. She spoke, in an exhaled rasp "Oh gods please take me, I need you top fuck me." He pressed forward and his cock plunged through her wet confines. He sunk himself in fully then held there, leaning his head down to kiss her gasping lips. They kissed long and hard, lips furious and tongues lashing. As he began to thrust his hips she broke the kiss, crying out softly as her body was taken. They moved in animal rhythm and the moon peacefully moved into the sky. Noel writhed under her friend, her lover, and her wolf. She screamed out to the sky, to the gods and to her lover. She purred his name into his ear, kissing and licking his earlobe. She lost count of the number of times she climaxed, her clit throbbing, over stimulated. He grunted and thrusted, shifting her about, pinning her legs to his chest. He would thrust a while, then set a calf onto his shoulder, and hammered into her. After a variety of positions he finally pulled back and looked down at her damp squirming body. She gasped as her body quivered and twitched looking up at him, feeling empty. He leaned down and rolled her to her belly. Her reached under and pulled her up onto hands and knees, his balls tight with his need. As she knelt there, smudged with earth, pine needles in her hair, she looked up to the moon and smiled as she gasped out "Taking your bitch properly?" He moaned and slide back into her inflamed slick sex. He groaned "yes I am" and stroked a hand along her back, then started to plunge his cock. She cried out and rocked under him, her breasts swaying as his hips smacked into her bottom. A sharp howl broke the silence of the wooded glade. He shoved deep into her spasming-wet pussy. He held tight to her hips as he shuddered and his cock throbbed deep inside her. He orgasmed intensely, flooding his mate with cum. She moaned and whimpered as she felt his hot seed. She felt the power of their orgasms, the power of the circle swirl and swell, releasing a burst of magic. As her thoughts swam she felt fur soft on her back, she heard him panting as the wolf. She looked up and saw the glow of the blue wiccan circle surrounding them, pentagrams floating in mystic light above the corner candles, then the sensations and images vanished. He eased back as his body relaxed. He shifted and sprawled onto the ground beside her. She rolled and snuggled to his side, pressed tight to him, head in the crook of his arm. She set a hand on his chest, then her chin on her hand, looking towards him in an amazed though dazed awe. He gently ran a hand through her hair, then along her back, brushing out pine needles and twigs. They purred in unison "So Mote it be." The moon reached its apex and they finally stirred. He gently shook her shoulder and she awoke from her light slumber. They stood and she closed out the circle. As she said the final words, both of them standing in Luna's moonlight glory, skyclad and unashamed "Merry did we meet, Merry do we part, And Merry we will meet again". They smiled at each other, collected her things, dressed and walked out of the park. They each returned to their normal lives, but only for a few days. Then as he had before, he disappeared, but this time, Wolf and Witch went together. **Please VOTE. I love feedback and feel input from reader's helps my style. Let me know any comments. Blessed Be! Noel** A Witch & A Wolf Ch. 03 Along the horizon the sky was the mottled blue and purple of the sunrise. In the valley fog still clung, wisping through the trees in a silent dance. The air was cool and damp, smelling of woods and dew. She was standing at the top of the hill, looking down the treed slope that led to the lake. The hair was a paler auburn, faded by the hours spent out working in the garden. The skin was smooth and warm, tanned from the sun. The storm blue eyes were clear as they looked around the serenity of the dawn. The first few rays of sun broke over the distant tree line. She gave a soft gasp, the full pink lips opening as she watched raptly. The eyes slowly scanned left and right, taking in her surroundings and the glory of the coming sun. She stood in one of her lover's t-shirts. The soft gray material hung to her thigh and barely covered her rounded bottom and shapely hips. The full breasts outlined clearly in the first light. In the shadows of the trees, not yet touched by the dawning light, the wolf watched her. He stood hidden as she came into view. The animal's keen senses sniffed and regarded her as the eyes swept the woods looking for him. The animals tongue lolled and he sat, knowing her eyes had not caught him. The dark thick fur was damp, his muscles sore. The previous night had been the full moon. He had mated, long and passionately with his love. Then, his animal urges not satisfied, he transformed to the wolf. He left her asleep and ran the woods, hunting and chasing, enjoying the moonlit night. And now he watched her become sunlight. The rays hit her, turning her auburn blond hair into a fiery halo. He marveled at her and his thought lingered back to the previous night. The touch of skin to skin, the brush of lips, the thrust, the hunger to be one with the other and the fulfillment of sexual need. The howl split the still dawn. The birds that had chattered freely were silent a few took to flight. The two met eyes and stayed locked a long moment, then she smiled. He let go of his second nature and let himself resume his human form. He walked up the hill and then slide together. He stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her smaller form. He stood a head higher and easily rested his chin to the top of her head. She wriggled, feeling his naked warmth to her back and stood snuggled together and watched the sun come into the sky; as they silently watched the fog burn away. As the sun awakened so did the world. Birds began to fly, searching out insects. The squirrels began their frantic search of food, chattering to one another. The smell of the pine trees hit the couple as a light early summer breeze blew. He shifted his hands up to cup her breast under the long T-shirt. She laughed and wrestled free of his strong arms and headed to the house for a light breakfast. They had found the house by the lake. The isolated woods afforded them enough privacy to enjoy their strange new life together, though it did not seem new to them. They came together as two parts of a whole and things were easy and enjoyable. She worked from home as a consultant. He worked on the house to make it all they had dreamed. She practiced her witchcraft out in the garden under the moon and stars. He ran through acres of woods as a wolf. They had bought all the property around the small lake and had no plans to develop any of it. He walked out of the house, a blue t-shirt, tan shorts and tevas his dress for the day. He ran a hand through his lengthened brown hair and grumbled. He wanted it grown out but it was in an awkward stage. He pulled the baseball cap on and walked to the woodpile. They had fires in the house a lot, sitting together at night snuggling as they played cribbage or watched TV. He set a log on the large stump in the ground and hefted the axe to his shoulder. He swung the axe and cracked the log in two, as he set to replenishing the wood supply. His eyes would occasionally catch Noel moving through the house. He finished chopping and stacked the wood. The sun was now fully up and overhead. He tugged off his shirt and wiped his sweaty face. He started for the house and then looked back down to the lake. He smiled and headed down the slope. There was nothing like a cold water swim to build a hunger for lunch. She smiled as she watched him walk down through the trees. But there was no way she would join him. The water in June was still a bit to mountain cold for her taste. She turned her eyes from the window back to her computer. She saved the document and sent a quick email to her client on the status. She stood and stretched with a soft yawn. The thoughts raced through her head on how much she enjoyed her life. She walked to the bathroom and started the water. He had built her an exquisite bathroom. In one corner was a deep-jetted tube that could fit two in marbled green. In the other corner was a huge frosted shoulder stall. It had three showerheads, one center and one to each side. The tiles were deep green, the top edge of the room bordered with an ivy stencil. She started all three and slipped the t-shirt off. She eased into the hot spray and shivered at the change in temperature. The full C-cup breasts dripped water down to her tummy in rivulets. The pink nipples harden under the warm water hitting them. She lathered up the poof with a chamomile lemon scrub. She slid the bath scrub along her skin, soap trailing over the curves of her body. She luxuriated in the feel and smell. The hands swirled bubbles around each breast. The fingers lingered to graze one nipple, to pinch the other. The hand ran the sponge down her belly, then around her innie navel. The gentle brush over her mons, then back, then over again. She mmmmmmmed softly. She dropped the sponge and leaned to the wall. The long hair wet, and slicked back, the skin was tan, the water giving it the sheen of satin. She ran her hands along her body, one settled between her legs. The other crept up, two fingers grasping a nipple and twisting roughly. She slid a finger between her swelling labia. She brushed her clit and smiled as she thought 'There is no turning back now'. She began the slow rhythmic stroke of her finger over her clit, moaning softly as the other hand tugged her own nipples. The thighs flexed as her bottom wriggled over cold tiles. She arched, pressing her body up to be on tiptoe. She moved her head and caught the water spay, groaning as she was doused in hot water. As she leaned back her eyes saw they hazy form of her lover outside the shower. He stood there, his hand around his cock, stroking it as he watched her. The two continued masturbating as they watched each other. The eyes were intent and passionate as they both climaxed. He flexed his muscular thighs as he let his cock burst, splattering the wall of the shower. He smiled as her watched her squeak and pant orgasming shortly after. They then joined in the shower to entwine in each other's arms as hot water hit them from all sides, caressing their skin. He closed the door of the truck the next morning. She stood in the doorway of the house, coffee mug in her hand. She waved, her bare breasts bouncing ever so slightly. He smiled as he enjoyed the view through the windshield, loving that she was his, that their life was so easy. She blew him a kiss, and as she moved he saw the sparkle of the ruby set in the pentacle that she wore on a choker at her throat. He finally put the truck in reverse, waved with a nod and backed up, turning, and pulling out of the driveway. The dark brown eyes snapping to the rearview mirror in time to see her turn showing her backside as she stepped in and closed the door. He shifted in his seat and chuckled, as he had to reach down and shift he half erect cock in his shorts. He headed to Home Depot, an hour each way due to their remote location. The next project on the house would be his den. He would build it of the back of the house. A room full of built in bookcases, dark wood, nooks, shelves and a small fireplace. The whole room would be built with arches, a round shape. Then as the final touch of intrigue he would mound over the entire back room with dirt, leaving the round door jutting out. A hobbit hole den, it was his idea and she had loved it. He ran through the plans over and over in his mind as he drove. She sat at her computer wrapped in her bathrobe and settled in for a days work. She loved working from home. She wrote documents and emailed them out. She would occasionally have to travel to a client site, but avoided it if at all possible. As she sat, thinking of the best plan fro this companies sampling program she felt the first shiver. She wrinkled her nose and shifted in her chair. 'Odd' she thought, 'I don't feel cold.' She started to type again and the sensation hit her, a cold surge down her spine. She sat up, her body shuddered and she pulled her robe tight. She looked up as her hand moved the mouse to save the document. She shifted in her chair and was turning around as she felt a growing sense of unease. Her mind began to race as she thought of the wards she had buried at the cardinal points on the property. As her mind lingered on them it snapped into focus. It was the wards, and something unfriendly had crossed over them. Her eyes flicked to the window, looking over the yard. The quiet area seemed at ease. She saw her tulips, the petals falling. The lilies had shot up, but not yet bloomed. The ground around the azalea was littered with pink blossoms. She reached to the pentacle at her throat, fingers caressing the circle and star, centered with a ruby. She thought of her love, driving away. She thought to the Gods 'Hey, everything okay?" She stood and moved through the house. She extended her senses, trying to feel, to sense anything out there. The solitude and seclusion of there woodland sanctuary quickly turned to feelings of isolation and aloneness. She walked to the back door and turned the lock, her eyes looking out again at the slope to the lake. Then through the house to do the same in the front, looking with regret to the driveway, thinking of her love leaving her. She stood there, her body tense, waiting, then after 30 minutes she began to question herself. 'It was just a draft, the window was open, I must be crazy' she tapped her foot as the thoughts buzzed through her head. She reached to the pentacle at her throat, fingers caressing the circle and star, centered with a ruby. She sensed out again, trying to feel her wards, the small satchels of stones, herbs and oils buried. As she thought on the items in them she felt silly for her reaction. She remembered, the feather and incense tucked into the yellow muslin at East, the sulfur powder and candles in the red at South, the sea shell and ocean water bound in blue at West. She began to think of the pinecone and beach sand in the deep green bundle at north and her knees felt weak. The fingers gripped the pentacle tight and her thoughts rang out 'Oh gods, someone is here'. She turned in the house and moved quickly. As she looked at the windows facing north, her eyes scoured the tree edge. She dropped her view, seeing the plastic sheeting he had covered the hole in the wall with loose and flapping. The plastic covered the hole that would be the access to his den. A deep pit dug in front of it, ready to have a concrete poured for a foundation. In the center of the newly turned earth was a set of footprints heading into the house. She whirled and ran through the house. The mind was chaotic as she thought of the basement, of the stairs heading up into their house. She rounded the corner of the kitchen as the door to the basement started to open. She just kept moving. She let her body hit the door, slamming it closed. She heard the yelp of surprise on the far side and a slam of a body. She reached for the lock, her bathrobe falling open. As she struggled to hold the door closed her breasts heaved as she breathed heavily. Just as she began to turn the latch the person on the other side slammed their weight to the door. She stumbled back from the force then pin wheeled as her body hit one of the kitchen chairs. She screamed at she fell and her hands grasped for a purchase. A man opened the door and stepped into the kitchen. He was dirty, and looked disheveled. He was dressed in a jumpsuit and though smeared with dirt it was still a bright orange. She stared wide-eyed as her mind realized he was an escaped prisoner. And as happens in situation of stress and fear, odd thoughts popped into her mind 'Hey, Maybe he's from Oz' thinking to the HBO drama she had watched the night before. As he came forward she scrambled. She regained her feet and ran for the door. He chased her out the kitchen door and into the yard where she ran in a panic, her eyes searching the layout. She headed for the woodpile. She grabbed up the axe and turned, one hand on the base the other half way up the handle. He stopped rather abruptly, his feet slipping a bit on the grass. She breathed heavily as she watched him closely as her robe hung open, the sun shining. "Easy there girly, put that down" he said in a gravely tone. "What do you want? Just leave" She spat out the words, her body tense as shifted her grip on the axe. He smiled and it turned to a lecherous sneer "Thought the place was empty, I could grab some money....but I think maybe I need more now". "And maybe I need to split your skull" she spoke the words calmly as her hands began to quiver. The tussle was fast though it seemed to last forever in her mind. He feinted coming at her, the movement was sharp and aggressive and she bought it hook, line and sinker. She came up with the axe and swung from the side. He neatly stepped back and grabbed the axe handle as it passed him. They tugged back and forth a few times as he grabbed the axe with both hands. She screamed in a guttural sound of frustration and fear. The man simply smiled at her as they jerked back and forth. She pulled hard, and her eyes slowly opened wider as she felt no resistance, but rather force. As she pulled, he pushed and the axe handle crashed back at her. She caught it in the stomach and the air rushed out of her. She started to double her brought the handle up and caught her in the face. She felt the explosion of pain as her lip split and her ears rang. The hands slid off the axe handle and she went backwards. As she sprawled he brought the butt of the metal head down onto her stomach. It did not cut but the force was hard. She opened her mouth wide as if to scream but nothing came out. As she struggled to breath, trying to roll to her side he dropped onto her. She swatted at him, she felt hands on her breasts, finger gripping and squeezing. She wrestled and struggled but the man outweighed her smaller form. She finally regained her breath and screamed, a yowl filled with fear and anger. She reached up her right hand catching his cheek, nails dragging three furrows across his face, two welling with blood. The man backhanded her, snapping her head to the side. She blinked, her head swimming as the man grabbed both her hands, pinning them to her own throat. He pressed down her wrists, choking her with the weight. She kicked her feet, thrashing as her held her. He let up the pressure then snarled, "Lie still you fucking cunt, or I'll choke you, then I'll fuck you." She whimpered as the cold eyes looked down at her. She felt the heat of the pentacle under her wrist, her necklace pressing cruelly to her skin. He reached his free hand down to start to undo his pants. As she started to thrash again he pressed down onto her neck. He applied pressure to her neck until he had his pants undone, his cock hard and dangling free. As he eased back she gasped in air, her eyes panicked. She started to whimper softly "no please....don't, please don't". He moved his hand down. Touching her labia, parting them. As she struggled he choked her again, holding her till her eyes began to bulge. The fingers pressed into her, prying at her, feeling and poking cruelly. She whimpered, as she was touched, her body limp as she was choked repeatedly. She began to pray to the gods for help, for strength, asking why this was happening to her. She felt him shift, the touch of his mouth to her breasts. She felt him suckle, and slurp them. She smelled his body order, her nose wrinkled. She winces as her pressed onto her throat again. She thrashed as she felt him bite, chewing on her sensitive nub. He grunted and groaned as her moved to the other breast, hungrily biting and slurping. He let her breath again as he shifted over her, then pressed down hard as he reached and stroked his own cock, lining it up to rape her. She thrashed, she struggled for breath trying to free her hand as she felt his cock probe. As her head dizzied and the world started to swim black she heard a snarled growling bark. She gasped it air as her body was rocked, she felt herself rolling, knocked to her side. The eyes blinked trying to stay conscious, to figure out what was happening. She looked, eyes trying to focus and she saw black fur, she saw her familiar, her wolf. She heard the screams of the man who had attacked her. She blinked and her thoughts floated "The big bad wolf isn't supposed to rescue Red Riding Hood". Then she was sprayed with something hot and wet, the liquid splashed her eyes, stinging. She closed them as she whimpered and slipped into unconsciousness. The sun was dappled through the trees as he drove up the driveway. He traveled out the dirt road till he hit city streets. He turned left and clicked on the radio. A CD already in Dave Matthews Live at Luther College with Tim Reynolds started playing. He sang along some, listening to the guitars. Then as Say Goodbye started he thought of Noel. He smiled, thinking of listening to this the night they had been camping a few years ago. The night she called him to be hers, the night he took her as mate. He smiled as he pictured her in the doorway, the pentacle gleaming red in the sun, the image of blood splashed down her chest. He swerved on the road as the image burst vividly into his mind. He could see a swinging axe and then her chest splattered with blood, the bright spark of stormy light in those blue eyes fading out as she bled. The tires screeched as he pulled the truck around and drove wildly back to their house. He knew it was crazy, but felt cold dread in his stomach. He stopped half way down the driveway and got out, walking towards the house. He thought, his mind awhirl 'No need for her to know I.... she needs me.... she'll think I'm crazy.... she' He broke into a dead run as he heard a scream rip through the air. As he ran he pulled off clothes till his taut lean form bounded through woods, branches and leaves shipping his skin. Then in a blur or muscle and motion the wolf ran. He took the man from the side, knocking him mostly off Noel. The man sputtered and shoved, eyes wild with hate and confusion. He lunged, biting arm, tearing with those sharp teeth and strong jaw. He lunged again biting hard into the shoulder as the man yowled and thrashed, beating fists onto the wolf's pelt. The wolf's head turned, and the muzzle snapped as teeth sunk into the man's soft throat. The wolf snapped its head to the side and tore a chunk free. The blood sprayed, a hot fountain of life ebbing out. As the man gurgled and died on the lawn the wolf looked to Noel. She laid there, blood splattering her face, then down over her chest. He moved close trying to change back but he anger and blood surging through him held him locked in the wolf form. The wolf whimpered, licking over Noel's breasts to remove blood. He prayed to find no wound beneath. Noel awoke to a lick across her cheek. She blinked her eyes and saw him there, muzzle covered in blood. She reached for him, her hand brushing his neck. She whimpered, feeling her battered body. She nuzzled her wolf, the tears coming fast. She trembled and held his warmth. The wolf lied there, letting her cling, nuzzling her to try and reassure her she was safe now. Noel sat up and looked over, the man lying there dead, the lawn maroon near his neck. She sobbed softly, burying her face into his fur. "I love you...Gods, I...hold me...please" She whimpered softly, tugging his fur gently. She felt the rush of power, the heat of his skin, the ripple under her fingers. He changed forms with a loud grunt, his eyes staying amber as they looked at hers, a soft snarl. She blinked at him, a hand onto his chest, her palm pressed flat and warm "Please hold me". He felt his beast let go, his eyes warmed to the rich chocolate brown as he swept her up into his lap. They stayed cuddled as he rocked her slowly till near noon. A Witch & A Wolf Ch. 03 As the sun sailed high through the sky Noel kissed him passionately. She shifted in his lap, her hands stroking his naked body. He pulled back, murmuring she was in shock. Noel reached, touching his manhood, her stormy blue eyes on his. "I need to feel you, now I am yours. That you are my mate, my love..." She kissed again, her legs shifting to try and straddle his lap. They began to tussle but she was relentless. He scooped her up and carried her to the garden, her caresses and kisses driving him to a formidable lust. They lay together on the sun-warmed earth. She slide her body down onto his stiff cock where she ground her hips and bounced, feeling her mate deep inside her. They rolled, smudging their skin with mud, he lifted his body over hers, thrusting down into her small frame. The glide of his thick cock through her spasming pussy was like plow through soil. They cried out and moaned in a loud symphony of pleasure. As the heat of passionate swept through him, the anger welled again as well. Another man had tried to take his mate. He growled out and pulled back. Noel gasps as the thick cock pulled free, leaving her vagina feeling empty. A strong hand rolled her over, then pulled up at her hips. He mounted her hard, thrusting vigorously to take her completely. She screamed, her eyes going wide with wonder as he ravaged her from behind. As she felt herself orgasm, her body wracking with the intense pleasure she felt her wolf orgasm, she felt the brush of fur and the loud howl split the summer afternoon. Edited By and with thanks to: Shadowsrose As always, please vote, feel free to email comments, criticisms and thoughts. A Witch & A Wolf Ch. 04 **I'm back, sorry for the wait; moving cross-country can do that to a girl. I've skipped lengthy description of the two main characters, please peek at the previous three chapters for that** * The clearing was dark and the night winds were still. It was the heat of the summer, when even in the dark of night the ground stays warm, the air muggy. The sound of peepers from the lake echoed in the quiet of the surrounding meadow. The slope leading down to the hill was covered in grass, summer daisies and thick moss under the shade of the trees. The sliver of the crescent waning moon was seen in the sky, the stars flickering like fireflies at twilight. But it was long past twilight, closer to midnight when a flame sparked in the meadow. An incense charcoal was ignited and dropped to smolder and heat at the bottom of Noel's cauldron. She dropped two or three crystals of amber and sandalwood onto the glowing coal and the smoke was sweet and heavy. She stayed there crouched, letting the smoke bath her bare skin. The mark of summer had left her skin tanned and supple, tan from the sun, supple from the layer upon layer of sunscreen. It was the first harvest, Lammas for the wiccans, and Noel had spent the day naked, harvesting vegetables and fruits from the garden. The first summer at the house had proven fruitful. The soil was good and easy to work, the summer warm with adequate rain. The extremes of some New England summers had not come or did not last long, though a heat wave late in August could always surprise you. After a long cool bath Noel had set of her altar at the top of the hill. Noel stood slowly, her hands traveling from her thighs, over the flex of her hip. She kept them going, feeling her stomach, then up over her c cup breasts. The caress of her palms stiffened her nipples. The hands kept lifting, reaching up for the stars, arms spread. "I cleanse this circle with incense, I prepare this circle to give thanks to the gods." She picked up the salt and water, mixed them, then circled round, starting at the north, seeing the shadow on the house in the distance. She circled once, then twice, doesil round the circle. As she went around the third time the shadow crept out of the woods. It kept pace at her heel to remain unseen. As she paused, eyes looking to the house before sealing the circle the shadow sprang. The wolf leapt as the witch's hand lifted to flick the last few drops of water to seal the circle. The circle was sealed and the two tumbled to the ground, splattering the remaining salt water. She cried out, not in fear, but in a mixture of shock and frustration. A tangle of limbs, paws and blond hair quickly separated as she sputtered out "You...you never take this seriously...I can't believe you pounced...." She smiled as he sat there, front legs straight, back haunches tucked in, tongue lolled as the wolf panted softly. She stepped close, minor aggravation melting away. "Hello my lover" she spoke soft, a hand ruffling fur along his head, over his ear, then down along his neck. She crouched down, nose to nose with the immense beast. She watched the eyes and felt the power swell from his paws, up through his body. The fur became skin, the paws hands, the nose human and the lips warm and soft as they pressed in for a kiss. The wolf, her lover was there as man, naked and handsome. She stood and walked to the alter, lighting the center candle. She lifted it from the holder and walked to the east. He followed, watching her, eyes wandering her bare form. Noel stopped at the east, eyes looking off towards the driveway. The words were clear ""Oh spirit and guardian of the East, beings of the air, we beseech your guidance and knowledge, with the breath of wind." She knelt and lit the candle there. She stood and he stepped in, kissing her warmly. The lips parted and the words were spoken "So mote it be" and the lips returned to each other kissing warmly. He lifted a hand, cupped her round backside then pulled her in close. She moaned softly into his mouth, holding the candle to the side of them. She finally pushed back, eased around him, her hand traveling over his stomach and brushing his now stiffened cock. She walked over, facing south. "Oh spirit and guardian of the South, creatures of the fire, we beseech your guidance and passion, with the consumption of flame." As she turned to stand he stepped in close and she smacked her forehead on his cock. She laughed softly and moved to stand but her lover placed a hand on her head, holding her down. The voice was strong, a bit teasing, but honest "Fire is passion, and passion is lust. Draw forth the fire and passion from me to bring strength to the circle." She looks up his tall strong body, eyes blinking softly at his. She leaned in, her warm soft lips kissed the head of his cock "As you desire my wolf." She slid her wet lips down his swollen cock, the tongue wriggled, tasting his flesh. He groaned softly as he tipped his head back to look at the stars "By the power of all things, so Mote it Be." She moved her lips eagerly; one hand reached up to grasp his hip, fingers dug gently into the skin. The other held the candle, sending flickering light and shadow over their bodies. He shifted his feet and legs, his body shuddering at the sensations of her mouth. She worked tight lips over his penis, and he reached down to stroke his fingers over her hair. He gripped behind her head and she pushed in, letting the head of his dick push into her throat, then over and over again. As she sucked at his cock his legs grew tighter, the muscles flexed up. After a long, wet, suckling 20 minutes his cock throbbed in her mouth. He orgasmed, filling her mouth with cum. She swallowed fast, looking her eyes up his body as he looked down on her. She stood, a finger tracing under her pink bottom lip "Well, that was quite nice." He stood, shivering some, the legs wriggling "I'd say." She laughed and walked along to the west, knees now smudged with green grass stains. He followed her, standing behind her, looking down the hill over her head to the lake. She crouched to one knee, lighting the candle "Oh Spirit and guardian of the west, beings of the water, we beseech your guidance and purity, with the surge of tides." He moved quick, reaching down to maneuver her. He laid her within the circles, her head near the flicker candle of west. He smiled as she moved to compliantly to his hand, his fingers tracing her breasts, then over her belly, then parting her legs, they spoke together "So mote it be." She smiled at him, lying in the soft tickling summer grass "Drink from me" she murmured. He lowered his head as he crouched between her legs, his tongue flicking out to lick over her bare smooth mons. He inhaled, his hands running gently over her inner thighs, thumbs brushing over her swollen labia. He slowly explored her with his tongue, licking outside, then parting her, licking the sweet wetness within her folds. The tongue finally seeking out her clit, flickering and dancing over the sensitive nub. He worked her like a well-tuned violin, making soft cries tremble from her lips. The candle showed her face, lost in the sensation of the oral pleasure, the red blonde hair against the dark green grass. He slipped a thumb within her folds and pressed it into her opening, tongue circling her clit. She came close to orgasm a few times and he prolonged her pleasure, stopping his mouth then starting again. She screamed out as she finally orgasmed, the sound echoing through the open space. The thighs tensed, then the toes curled. He licked at her as she lay there trembling, till she began to giggle and squirm, as did he, his cock erect again and brushing against the lawn. They stood, clasped hands and walked to the north. She spoke, her voice louder now "Oh Spirit and guardian of the north, beings of the earth, we beseech your guidance and strength, with the power of growth." She lowered and lit the candle, handing the center candle to Shawn, who replaced it to the altar. With a tug she brought him down to her. The kissed as they knelt together, the candles leaving the meadow dark but illuminated. They encircled one other, the arms squeezing, and the hands moving to caress and touch. She stroked her fingers over his cock, her hand clasping round the girth. He kissed along her jaw, then down over her throat as she tipped her head back, speaking "The circle is cast, we are between the worlds, beyond the bounds of time." She shifted against him, leaning him back, moving her hips up to stroke her wet cunny against his erect phallus. He set strong hands onto her hips, helping her position, then thrusting up as she mounted his cock. They moaned low, kissing hungrily as she rocked against him. She spoke, her words clear but breathy "Where night and day, birth and death, joy and sorrow meet as one. The gods are here, the ritual is begun." They moved together, his cock spearing up and into her again and again. They shifted, him lying on his back, her legs straddling him as they rutted under the starry sky. The couple's skin was wet with sweat, smeared with grass and smudged as they made love on the ground. She rested her hands to his stomach, pushing for leverage, working her hips hard to his. Her rolled her over, setting her calf over his shoulder and leaning in, thrusting deeply to fill her. The rough pressure of his cock head rubbing to her cervix could be felt both and they moaned to the gods. He plunged his thich shaft, her wet folds stroking over it. She orgasmed twice before he orgasmed deep inside her quivering puss. They lie there, her atop him, breathing heavy, as their hot bodies gave off a light steam in the ever chilling night. They finally rolled, moving to sit near the small stone slab that served as an altar. Noel spoke softly as she moved the fruit and home brewed mead. "As the wheel turns the world grows. What was once seed is now fruit to reap, blessings plenty for us to keep. The day grows shorter and nights grow long, the summer winds have sung their song. We give thanks for blessings bestowed and observe what is owed" Noel takes a few berries in her hand and sets them onto the earth under the alter; she then tips the mead, spilling some into the grass. "As autumn's shawl draws over the earth, we know next spring to see rebirth." They ate the simple feast then Noel meditated. She stirred and added more sandalwood and amber to the cauldron. As they ate and drank Noel plaited a harvest knot from some of the tall ornamental grasses she had planted. As she crossed the pieces, one over the other she and her lover talked about what they would plant next year, how there lives had changed over the turn of the wheel, now two years beyond the fate filled night she summoned him as her familiar and she became his witch. As the moon crossed the sky a cool breeze started to sweep along the meadow, rustling tree leaves. They finally stood, Noel moving about the circle, widdershins, and dismissing the corners. She lifted the center candle again, holding it in front of her and speaking to the sky "The circle is open but yet remains unbroken, may the peace of the god and goddess go forever in our hearts, Merry meet, merry part and merry meet again! Blessed be." The gathered up what could not stay out side for the night and walked naked, hand in hand to the house. In the house they fell into bed, smudged of the earth and grass but uncaring. Noel stretched out her side, looking out the window at the yard. He slid in behind her, spooning up, a hand resting on her hip. As the deep summer night chilled into predawn the two slept, intertwined and at peace. **Blessed be, enjoy the story and please vote. Feel free to send along critics**