0 comments/ 19514 views/ 1 favorites Beltane By: elric I am a stag             of seven tines I am a flood             across a plain I am a wind             on a deep lake I am a tear             the sun lets fall I am a hawk             above the cliff I am a thorn            under the nail I am a wonder       among flowers I am a wizard       who but I Sets the cool head aflame with smoke An excerpt from the song of Amheirgin I was dreaming, dreaming in the dark place between the stars, outside the circles of time and space when I heard your call. Distant and quiet it was at first, but over time it grew more insistent. Intrigued I follow your call; down through the gates of the spheres I descended the tree. Opening the veil I stood in a dark wood. All around I felt the forms of things that give me homage. From the smallest shrew to the mighty wolf, crane and boar. Looking up I see my Lady riding high in the sky, tattered clouds her dresses of silver. I can feel the pulsing of the mother under my feet, rich deep and fertile. I can feel you, calling my name on the night wind. Lightly I spring between the sacred groves of oak, ash and broom, hearkening to your voice louder now. I come. From the dark beyond the your circle of fire I watch you. You are dancing in a circle of flame; your body writhing in rapture, flickering between the worlds, the firelight casts strange shadows over and around you. From above my Lady silvers you with her light, you dance aware of my form beyond the circle, your face lit from within, ecstasy in your dark eyes. In the shadows I shift my form from stag to man, clothed in the arms of the forest I step quietly in to the circle of light. Breathless you cease your dancing and our eyes meet. In that instant a stream of knowing passes between us, holy and sublime. The moon shines upon you, I can see the crescent moon upon your brow. I step into the circle of fire, feel it’s heat upon my body. With our eyes we share an eternal cycle of death, birth and love. My love you have called me to this place, this becoming. Gently I enfold you in my arms; our tongues entwine as our lips meets. Time stands still. I don’t resist as you pull me down onto the soft floor of this magical place. I can feel myself getting hard as your hands explore my body. I caress your breasts feeling your nipples tighten into hard buds of sensitivity. You moan as I pinch them, your body pressing tightly against mine. I can feel your heat, your need. Gently I slip down the length of your body; my tongue leaving a trail that glitters silver in the moonlight. Slowly I work my way down to your vagina, I can sense that you’re wet and ready for me. Gently I part your outer lips with my fingers, exposing you to the night air. With a quick dart of my head I penetrate you with my tongue, pushing it right up inside you tasting your juices, revelling in your taste. I can feel your fingers grabbing my hair as your hips start to buck, forcing my face deeper into your wet pussy. Moans escape from your lips as I increase my efforts driving you onto the brink of the orgasmal abyss. With a scream you plunge into ecstasy, love juices gush into my open mouth and over my face. The firelight shifts through the spectrum to gold as your orgasm ripples through the planes, channelling the energy in to a cone above us. Slowly I work my body up yours until our lips meet and our limbs are entwined. Pre-cum leaks out of my throbbing cock as I softly push you back, spread your legs and position myself above you. My wet cock head poised at the entrance to your body. With one slow thrust I push myself deep inside you, your back arches as I fill you with my hard cock, your fingernails scratch my back as I start to pump my cock in and out of your tight wet hole. Slowly at first then faster and faster we build a rhythm bodies as one we climb the curve to release. The fire shifts through rainbows as we climb higher and higher, the cone spins faster and faster. With one last push we come, my juices shooting deep into your womb flooding it, as you come you scream, our bodies and souls entwined, dancing the spiral dance in wild abandonment. The cone above us flares between the heavens and earth, all is one, linked, balanced. Slowly the light changes, we lie spent in each other’s arms, in contented silence. The stars continue their course above us and our Lady dips under the trees. Your breathing changes and I can tell you sleep. Softly I get to my feet and walk into the dark woods. I shift shape and part the veil climbing through the plane I return to my place in the spiral. Beltane "I don't think this is a good idea," Jasmine stepped through the door. "What if there's some hobo living in here?" "Oh come on, Jaz. Who cares?" Mike pushed a few pieces of framing from their path. "We'll scare him before he can scare us. Besides, you're tired of the 'same old-same old, aren't you? You should really make up your mind. I mean -" "Just because I think this place is a bit creepy doesn't mean I'm gonna chicken out." She tip-toed across a hole in the floor, watching as he handled the wooden beams. "I just don't like the idea of coming across weirdos in the middle of the night. We're here, aren't we? If I was gonna change my mind, I would have stayed home." "Alright, I get it." Mike thought of the rumors she had told him about. The looters who nearly died of fright, people last seen here now missing. She had some crazy ideas, but what the hell, right? Maybe she'd finally get that 'supernatural experience' she always talked about. "I was just teasing anyway." Around a corner a tattered staircase at the far end led to the second floor. Shining their flashlights about the morose hallway, they peered into holes in the walls that refused to allow release of their shadows, expecting at any moment something or someone would jump out. Portraits had once hung on the walls where nails, now hidden among the debris, left bare the thatching the plaster once clung to. They tested each step after inspecting it with a flashlight, Mike taking Jasmine's trembling hand to aid her in scaling the steps, his flashlight illuminating the outline of her breasts as they bound to each side with her steps. After carefully scaling the stairs they emerged to a long hallway with a couple of doors on either side. "Hey! Check this out. Looks pretty clean in here." Mike excitedly walked over to the king-sized bed which was mostly made up and pulled back the blankets offering her a temporary love nest. "Ugh! Never mind!" The stifling aroma of urine, vomit and death assaulted his nose and stomach. Maggots shadowing the cameo of long dead flesh roughly the size of a rat. He tried not to vomit and quickly headed back to the hallway with his hand over his mouth and nose. "Pretty nasty huh?" Giggling she nodded to the door. "Close that door so the smell doesn't come out here." "Yeah." They checked the remaining rooms finding much of the same. The creaks of the house playing on their nerves, slight wisps of air passing them from an unknown source. The tension was effecting Jasmine in a new way, it was odd to her to feel aroused when thinking of the unknown, but at the very least she would have something different. As they opened the door of the room at the far end of the hall, they found a very pleasant space. The walls were not the greatest, but no evidence of nasty odors or vandalism and the bed appeared clean after Mike's thorough inspection. "Well Jaz," Mike placed his hands on his hip approving of their find, hoping it would set the mood for her naughty side. "I think this will definitely work. Let's set up and get ready." "Yup." Jasmine agreed. Still fighting the urge to forget her long-planned ritual and take her willing boyfriend on the beautifully ornate California king bed. "Nicest room in the place, it should work well." The two began unpacking their tools and equipment. They ran down their checklist making sure they had everything they needed. Then out of Mike's bag came five pieces of wood each hinged in the middle. After assembling the pieces and adding the legs, they had a perfectly round altar engraved with a heptagram of silver inlay and different golden symbols for each point. Jasmine continued setting up the candles around the room as accurately as possible. She took extra care aligning these five candles, delicately placing each and the tools corresponding to them. Incense, salt, blessed water with a touch of cinnamon, granite and a blanket and cushion. She then placed a black candle in the shape of a nude woman and white candle of a man on the altar. "Well, we're getting quicker with this." She stood and arched her back stretching as she caught Mike undressing her with his eyes. "Twenty minutes flat, that's a record." "Wow, we've got a whole hour to kill Jaz." He placed his index finger to his temple, eyebrow raised. "Hmn... what could we do?" "Heh, heh. Funny Mike. Wait for the proper time," She raised a disciplinary finger, "you know better." She wished it weren't so, thoughts of abandoning their plan still fresh in her mind. "No food, no drink other than water and absolutely no sex of any kind for at least twenty-four hours before the ceremony." "I know. Sometimes I wonder if it really makes a difference though." He stood before her, placing his hand on her upper arm, tenderly caressing her soft succulent skin. "I mean, hungry, horny and thirsty?" "It does Mike." She placed her arms around his waist, her nipples perking and pussy pulsing against the seam of her skin-tight jeans. Placing her cheek against his hard, warm chest she pressed herself close breathing deeply his scent. "I've tried it both ways and it definitely does. When you deny your body physical satisfaction, you automatically start to rely on your spirit to fill the gaps." "It's just a pain in the ass is all." Brushing the blonde waves of her shoulder length hair away from her face. "Oh well, it's only once every six weeks right?" "Yep, unless we do the full moons too." She pulled away, feeling the moment die as she heard an odd tapping from the fireplace. She continued her comment hoping to dismiss the sound with the discussion. "Then you're talking twenty-one times a year. Eh, Twenty-one isn't that bad. It's once every two, or two and a half weeks." "Yeah, okay, I don't think that'll be any time soon." Mike peered at the fireplace listening for a second set taps hoping to ease the new tension blocking his fun. "I got an appetite like a fat man lost in the desert chasing an ice cream stand mirage. Ha ha." "You can watch me strip though." Jasmine smirked and stood up. She pulled off her shirt, exposing her soft skin and supple breasts, nipples standing proud. "Ooh, you bad girl." He watched her as he tried to keep pace, sliding away his tank-top and posing with his muscles flexed for her approval, tracing her shape with his wanton eyes admiring her supple breasts as the silver white moonlight cast upon her from a nearby window. "Nice." Jasmine batted her eyes acknowledging his gaze, slipping open her fly,seductively sliding off her jeans. Tossing the unneeded garment at her man with the tip of her toes. "Aren't you full of surprises." Mike pulled off his jeans, stumbling as his sensual attempt failed, still watching his alluring lust bride tease his imagination. "Now the rest baby." She lowered her head an looked up to him, inviting him to test her waters, snapping the string of her thong, still cautious of the odd and unsettling noises now coming from outside the windows and door. "All of it?" He teased as he placed her hand at the waist of his briefs, inviting her hand to sample the goods. His cock pressing and straining to escape from within the limited space. He tried to ignore the sounds, taps and whistles, low murmurs and scratching. He cupped her pussy with thong in place, kneading her swollen, wet lips between his thumb and fingers forcing her body to heave and beg. "Not too much." She pulled his hand away and slid his underwear off. She cupped his balls and massaged his cock, showing just a slight taste of what is yet to come. Pushing him away, she handed him his robe with a slight teasing grin. She donned hers and walked around the room clockwise blessing it and clearing away the negative energy. Mike followed carrying a tray of lit incense, fanning it as they made three passes around the room. Then Mike placed a line of salt in front of the doors -- including the closets, the windows and the fireplace. They cast their circle and evoked the god and goddess, then stated the purpose of their ritual. Jasmine took him by the hand and led him to the spirit candle, where they had placed the cushion and blanket. Kneeling slowly together they embraced each other pressing lightly, barely touching. They could feel the energy passing between themas they kissed. Slowly at first and ever so softly running their fingers along each other. First the arms, caressing and touching ever so slightly. Then to the back tracing each others spines and shoulders. Next to their breasts and finally to the loins. They could feel the swelling of each other, hot and wet and ready for action. They tickled and caressed each other, slipping each other their tongues. Breathing heavy and moaning in ecstasy she stood him up and grabbed his cock. Licking from the base of his sack slowly but powerfully in circles up and down his shaft. As he began to moan and grunt she took him into her mouth and buried it deep in her throat, pressing her lips to his sack. Slowly she pulled back gently scraping her teeth along the shaft, then licking the tip and returning for another full thrust. She could feel it pulsing and throbbing against her tongue and her throat with each bob of her head. She planted him deep in her mouth anticipating his explosion, sucking hard and backing her head slowly away dragging her teeth as he pulsed his hot cum in her mouth. Slowly she stood before him running his still pulsing cock down her neck, between her breasts and across her belly. Mike fell to his knees as she released him from her sensual grip, he was hungry for her flower. He started from her lips and made his way to her breasts stopping long enough to suck on her nipples, pleased as she moaned in excitement and arched her back. He traced her perfectly shaved and trimmed pussy with his fingers and then with his tongue. Rubbing her thighs and belly as he played with her nipples. He placed one finger slowly inside her pressing upwards and moving in and out. Starting at her clitoris, he licked down to his finger and back up again. He could feel her begging to orgasm and began running his middle and index in and out of her a little faster with each thrust. Then sliding his pinky and ring fingers down between the cheeks of her ass. he lubed her puckered hole and gently slid in the pinky keeping perfect time in both. As she began to breathe heavier he slid in the ring finger along the pinky and began running all four faster and faster as she moaned and begged for more. Arching her back, she clawed into his shoulders and started screaming. He moaned in delight as he lapped up the juices from her throbbing loins. Still hot and ready, she swapped positions with him and mounted him like a great steed. Ever so slowly rocking her hips back and forth, up and down in a circular motion. He tried to thrust but she stopped him and bent over kissing him. "Stay still, relax my love." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. She could feel how hard he was and made every stroke as slow as she could while squeezing him between her thighs. She could feel him begin to pull away as he was ready to explode. She placed her hands upon his pressure points and squeezed his shaft with it half way inside her, patiently waiting for him to calm down and continue. "Not yet. I'm not done with you." She could feel the urge to climax rushing upon her as she began to gyrate faster and harder. Finally it was just in and out slamming herself against him feeling him rammed inside and hearing his grunts. She felt his attempts to pull away. "No! I want you to cum with me." He nodded, grabbed her hips and allowed her to continue. As she felt herself begin to contract, she could feel him bulging to full girth inside her. She took his hands and pulled him up never missing a stroke. Holding him close with one last thrust, she pressed herself against him and squeezing her loins as hard as she could nearly convulsing with each throb of his cock inside her. When they had both relaxed enough to move, she posed on her knees and spread her cheeks inviting him for a rare treat. He quickly pressed himself between her cheeks and began rubbing up and down, teasing her loose and ready orifice. She grabbed his sack from between her legs and gently pulled him towards her. "Now or never, cowboy." He pressed against her and grabbed hold to support it. She rubbed his sack and he could feel the excitement turn to lust as his cock became hard again. He gently slid the head into her stopping and backing half way. "Do it now." He lunged in and stopped to allow her to balance and then began thrusting in and out as she moaned and grabbed his ass. He played with one breast, squeezing and kneading as he balanced with the other hand. As she loosened a bit he increased his speed pumping as fast as he could. "I should have let you do this sooner!" "Now's just as good, baby." Mike smiled and continued pumping as she fell from her hands to her chest, keeping herself posed for his thrusts. He bent over her and allowed her to lay flat, still thrusting as he kissed her back. She pressed her upper body back up and twisted to kiss him as they again reached orgasm and fell to the floor. They lay breathing heavily, relaxing for a moment kissing him softly and curling close. After a while, Jasmine decided it was time to close the ritual. "Come on Mike, we must finish our work. Don't disappoint me after ordaining you. Up on your feet and let's close this circle." "Yes M'Lady." After they dismissed all but the circle, Jasmine began to remove the circle counter clockwise. As she spoke her dismissal, an eerie wind came up from the doors and windows. At first she paid it no mind as wind was common upon undoing a circle, but it began to increase and become almost unwelcoming. She turned to Mike as held him close hoping that they could weather whatever was happening if they were closer together. Mike heard a whisper and turned to look at the door. He saw nothing at first, but then saw a figure appear. "Why have you invaded my sacred space?" Questioned the figure as it floated towards them. "Why do I return to find unwanted souls within my domain?" Mike held Jasmine tightly, fearing for their safety. Jasmine bent over and picked up her blade and pointed it to the altar. She was chanting in a language he had never heard before. The figure laughed, "Ha ha fool! You attempt such stupid silly parlor tricks." She continued the incantation repeating it over and over. Mike did not know what she was saying, but after repeating it twice he joined in the chant. When repeated, Jasmine changed one word and pointed to Mike, He then understood he must say that instead and nodded. They repeated the chant for almost an hour until finally the spirit grew tired of hearing it. It came even closer now breathing down their necks. It's appendages clawing at their backs. It whipped them leaving bloody gashes on their backs and flung the salt from the doors and windows at them. The spirit put itself between them and the altar, but they did not stop chanting. In one last effort the spirit took hold of them, and lifted them to the ceiling. "You dare to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh in my abode? I will show you your punishment for such insolence!" The spirit threw them across the room, hitting the wall and falling upon the bed. The two of them now lay on the giant four-post king sized bed. "The man and woman have fornicated in my sacred space! It is time now that they receive a just punishment!" Out of the walls came fiendish looking things. Neither of them were quite sure of what they were. The beings each had breasts and a vagina as well as what looked like erect and deformed penises. Winged creatures with tattered gowns and long black hair. The figure in the middle of the room commanded them to have their way with the two half-beaten and still chanting mortals. Two each took hold of each and positioned them on the bed so that each could watch the other as two more approached. Each chose one of them and began to rape them. The first came to Jasmine and placed its erect 'thing' inside her ramming her unforgivably with sharp quills tearing her apart. Then it switched to her ass and again rammed her unforgivably pulling a bloody quill covered lump from her. As she laid there still chanting, it put the other two to work drinking her puddled blood while it began licking her breasts with a tongue covered in short knives. The razor-sharp blades tore her flesh and ripped at her muscles underneath. When they had finished mutilating her, leaving her alive and still conscious, they proceeded to attack Mike. First, the third winged beast climbed on top of him and took his cock in its hands and forced him to become erect. Then it put him inside it's vagina. Mike squirmed, horrified in his mind that there would be knives or quills, but there wasn't. It was as soft as Jasmine and just as wet and hot. As he began to orgasm, the beast released a thousand tiny quills out of the walls of its hellish cunt, completely tearing his member to shreds and then proceeded to rape his ass as it's twin had done to Jasmine. Mike couldn't feel what it was doing, he only knew that he would suffer the same. The beast crawled to his face and began to masturbate over him. When ready to orgasm, it shoved its member into his mouth. He could feel it pulsing and the warmth of the fluid on his throat. Then it released the knives slicing his cheeks, throat and tongue. The two laid on the bed in a blood adorning them. The master of the winged beasts walked over to inspect his pets' work. "There. Now you know the punishment for defiling my sacred space." It said as it stood over them gloating at their corpse-like bodies. "I suppose you will never do something like that again will you?" It added as it started laughing. Suddenly it stopped laughing and became very silent. It leaned over Jasmine and then Mike. It could still hear the chanting as they lay there dieing. It shook Jasmine and ordered her to wake up, but she was difficult and did not stop chanting. Then it shook Mike and yelled at him to wake up. He heard its orders, and tried but it was no use. Then it picked them up and sat them on the edge of the bed and slapped them. "Mike, Mike! Wake up!" A young man said as he slapped him in the face. "Man you guys must have had a wild night." "Yeah," Mike answered rubbing his eyes. "I guess so." Mike and Jasmine looked at each other, stretching and yawning. Their expressions baffling their friend as they reoriented themselves to their surroundings. "Man," The young man said as he shook his head disbelieving what he was witnessing. "I guess you weren't joking after all. I'm glad you told me where you were going, the coven was starting to worry." Mike and Jasmine looked at each other as they redressed into their street clothes. Half smiling and half concerned, they could almost tell that they were both there and that they had experienced the same thing... END Beltane Bonding I had rented a cottage on a remote hillside in yorkshire for three weeks while I wans finishing a book I was editing. One evening I decided to take a walk across the hill and watch the sunset over the bay. As I walked I daydreamed and by the time I had watched the sun sink over the bay and the red streaked clouds darken to purples and violets in the twilight the path back to the cottage was completely obscured in the darkness. In my haste to enjoy the wondourous show that nature had provided I had neglected to ensure that I had adequate means to light my way home. However Iam an old hand at camping and the sky was clear so although the moon had not yet risen there was plenty of starlight to enable me to start off in the general direction of the cottage. After walking for about fifteen minutes I realised that I did not have a clue where I was. In the distance I could make out what looked like a church and I thought that I could see lights. As I hastened towards the church the moon rose full and bright and the scene before me was illuminated. What I had thought was a church was merely the remaining shell of one. Judging from the ruin the church had probably been bombed during the second world war. The closer I drew the more sounds I could hear carried to me on the warm breeze. A musky scent enveloped me as I drew parallel to the doorway. As I entered I saw what my mind had guessed at minutes ago. In the centre of the room was a large stone altar dressed in a whilte cloth and surrounded with garlands of white flowers. Standing to the right of the altar stood a man. His age was impossible to tell as I could not see his face obscured as it was with a mask fashioned to resemble a stylized Stag. His eyes met mine and as if by their own volition my feet moved carrying me towards him. As I passed through the room the other celebrants, for I had now come to realise that this is what they were, reached out to touch me gently welcoming me and blessing me. As I reached the altar two women broke away from the crowd and began to remove my clothing. I had not uttered a word yet and I suddenly felt the need to say something. To make some excuse for my body nad myself. As I drew breath to speak the older of the two women smiled reassuringly at me and stilled my thoughts with a gentle kiss to my lips. Shock kept me frozen to the spot with my eyes shut. Taking advantage of this the two women manouvered me onto the altar. Whilst one kissed my face and stroked my hair, the other lowered herself until my pussy was at eye level and then she began to blow ever so gently on my moistening slit. The sensation caused me to buck and moan and as I settled back down both women reached for a nipple and began to stroke my breasts. Soon between the ministrations to my breasts and the now furious clit licking I was recieving I was ready to cum. As I started to moan low in my throat the women pulled away. As I opened my eyes in eager anticipation I came face to face with the huge cock that belonged to the Stag. In a Seductive voice that carried to every corner of the structure the Stag named himself my consort and me the Beltane priestess. As the crowd murmured "Blessed Be" my consort reared up and plunged deep inside me. As his mighty stroke buried him hilt deep in my juicy cunt I found myself drifting to another place. Around me I could see the crowd frantically coming together in one giant celebration of sex and sexuality. Men and women both sought out each other old and young alike. As my partners strokes sped up my attention was brought sharply in to focus on my new lover. His face, what I could see of it was ablaze with joy and his eyes burned with desire. He fucked me hard and fast all the time crying out a prayer of thanks to his goddess for bringing me to him. As I felt myself draw near to orgasm he stopped for a split second at the top of his stroke. With a look of pure tenderness he said "And now my Lady I die in your lap" with that he thrust to the very back of my cunt and began to cum. As he spurted his hot semen into me he kissed me deeply for the first time his eyes never leaving me as I came again for the second time. Without another word he withdrew from me and the older of the two women took his place between my legs. To my left I could see the younger of the women drop to her knees and begin licking his cock and balls clean. My attention was soon diverted by the attention the older woman was showing to my wet pussy. I couldn't believe that I was hornier than ever. As I came in her mouth I reached down and played with her nipples. My movement seemed to be some kind of sign for after a few seconds she moved to the side a I saw a man from the crowd approach. With a reverence and sincerity that left me bathed in humility this man who looked old enough to be my father and then some bowed to me. I realised he was waiting for some sign of approval so I smiled at him and spread my leags slighltly. With a truly heartwarming grim this distinguished gentleman lightly stroked my body from head to toe with a gentle air if finesse that left me shaking. I had never had anyone touch me so sensuously. He had not been repulsed by my size but had made me feel beautiful desirable and sexy in a touch. I wanted this man inside me and with a growl of frustration I pulled him to me and he slid in with ease. I was surprised at his size and he stopped when he hit the base to allow me to appreciate how filled I was. I felt amazing and I started to cum instantly, he started to move and I became like an animal. I was so horny that I wanted to do everything. I wanted to fuck women, I wanted to be fucked in every hole at same time, I wanted to be fucked by a guy in the pussy while he was getting fucked in the ass and while I was eating pussy. Beltane Fire "I summon the Guardian of the eastern watchtower on this October eve..." intoned the young Witch Kendra, from within her circle marked by precious stones. It was late October, the festival of love, the time when the fruits of passion were offered up to the Gods in celebration of the sacred union of the God and Goddess, yet Kendra celebrated alone in the Australian bushland, away from her fiancé Theo, in a place none of her friends knew she came. From behind a fallen tree, rotting and infested by a city of insects, Theo strained his ears to hear what she was saying. Encouraged by his over-bearing mother, Theo had read Kendra's secret diary, that he soon found out was a record of a side of her life he'd never known. He thought back, reliving the shock, and later his amazement at the world reviled on the pages. 'Beltane' she had called this Sabbat, a celebration of fertility. The ring of a small brass bell bought Theo's attention back into the moment and he watched as Kendra affirmed joyfully "My temple is empowered bound and blessed, so mote it be!" thrusting her arms into the air and turning her face to the stars that could be seen winking between the leaves over head. Had Theo seen this a week ago he would have laughed contemptuously, but now all he did was smile and attempt to creep closer, keeping to the shadows around the outside of the circle. He felt regretful that in the seven years of their relationship he had never cared to know her religious beliefs, openly mocking Pagan values in front of her and their friends, never caring or questioning why around Christmas and Easter she became withdrawn. Kendra was now holding a long pointed knife to her lower belly, just above the pubic bone. "...Blessed be my sex. May I have the power to create life and give joy, just as you create life and give joy" She set the knife down on the low boulder serving as her alter and slipped her robe off her shoulders. Theo gasped and quickly slapped his hands over his mouth to smother his astonishment. She was naked beneath her robe! Kendra's head snapped in the direction of the noise flinging her long black hair as she tilted her head slightly to listen. Theo held his breath. A long moment passed before Kendra felt it was safe to continue disrobing. She folded the material and placed it neatly on the ground in front of the alter, smoothing it out before she gracefully sat to meditate. Theo was awestruck by how comfortable she seemed. He wondered why no mosquitoes dared to bite her and yet he, fully clothed as he was, seemed to be the feast of the century. Her face was smooth, completely free from the lines of stress that were usually apparent. She sat tall and proud instead of hunched as though the world rested on her delicate shoulders. She looked like a classical statue glowing with the golden light of candles warming her face, and the cool silver moonlight caressing her lower back and buttocks. He felt over whelming love for her, and yet it also seemed as though he could feel vibrant passionate love radiating out from her and her circle. Soon he became too warm from the energy radiating from her circle, and painfully slowly began to peel his layers of clothing off, being cautious not to make a sound that would disturb her meditation. Theo froze in place with his pants half down as Kendra shifted her position, and still didn't move when he realized what she was doing. He was dumbstruck. A tiny droplet of moisture formed at the corner of his lips as he watched her slowly begin to stroke her own body, lightly scratching her creamy skin with her long nails and massaging scented oil into her feet, as one would do for their lover. Slowly she worked her hands up her smooth calves, sensuously seducing herself. Every detail stood out in sharp relief to Theo. The oil sheen over her skin. The sweet scent of roses and violets after rain. The warmth on her cheeks as her body responded to the sensuous touch. The colour of her lips matching her cherry nipples, glossy from where her tongue had swept over them. Gradually Theo realized where he was, and finished undressing, never taking his eyes from the beauty before him. He wanted to touch where she touched; to have her small hand over his guiding as he caressed her silky inner thighs, instead Theo let his pleasure be a reflection of hers, mirroring her gentle motions on his own naked flesh. He watched as her hands slid higher and moved his hand to his member, standing tall and proud in the darkness, but her hands moved past her sex onto the softness of her belly and teasing himself with difficulty, he moved his hands away and circled his belly button with one finger, imitating her slow deliberate movements. As Kendra cupped her breasts in her hands it took Theo only a moment of hesitation before he copied her. He'd never let his nipples be given much attention, and let out a low moan as he was forced to pinch his own nipples. He felt his member twitch in response. Kendra had lain down, and was arching her back, thrusting her breasts skyward into her waiting hands, with a low moan her eyes drifted closed and she finally allowed her fingers to stroke the sweet folds of her womanhood. From his pocket Theo retrieved a miniature pocket knife, one that had actually been a key ring before it had broken. Releasing his painfully hard member, he stepped forward quietly to the edge of her circle and in a near whisper so as not to startle her he spoke the words memorized from her diary. Words that would allow him to enter her sacred temple, without it being destroyed, and fulfill a fantasy she'd never believe he could. "With this blade I cut an entry into your temple. Flesh of my flesh, I join you within your sacred space, to embrace you in the eyes of the Gods" He stepped into her circle, and for a moment time appeared to be suspended while she struggled with the shock and overwhelming joy of what was happening. "Theo?" She asked, standing up as though she were rising from a deep sleep. "Shh, my love." Theo held one finger over his lips and closed the distance between them, pulling her body against to his. "I'm sorry, so sorry... for everything." Kendra searched his eyes with her own, and felt her heart melt from his sincerity. In that moment she felt he had learnt more about her, than in all the time they had spent together. She finally felt understood. "Make love to me." She whispered, her voice cracking from emotion. "Complete me." And there, beneath the stars in her sacred grove, he entered her, joining not only their bodies, but their spirits as one. Beltane Fire Keira swallowed hard and tried to will away the nervous rolling of her stomach as the Crones began to lay the ritual circle and pile wood high for the great blaze that would burn for Beltane. The Earth's fertility had to be ensured, the god had to be conceived to be reborn anew at Yule and Beltane was the night for the proper rituals. The young men would run the forests tonight, competing to slay the King Stag for the honor of becoming the Oak King for the ritual and earn the right to take the Maiden Huntress- Keira had been chosen as the goddesses vessel this year. Earlier, many young women had danced around a maypole in celebration but tonight was a darker, more intense and passion-driven celebration. Keira was a daughter of Avalon, taught since she could speak that her duty was to the goddess, her consort and her anointed power on earth- the Lady of the Lake, Keira's own grandmother, but now, she was nervous and restless. She tried to breath deeply and remain calm, it was an honor to lie with the Oak King but in the honor lay a trap as well. She would have no choice who took her, the man who brought down the King Stag would be her lover for the night, she could not cry off once the ritual began. She tried to wipe her sweaty palms but the leather loincloth did little to absorb the moisture. One of the Crones called her name, Keira turned and the old woman gestured for her to sit before her. Another woman approached then and the two aged woman set to the laborious task of painting the ritual symbols in blue woad over Keira's face and body. The only areas that would be untouched by the dye were her breasts, which were bound by a thick leather strap, and her nether regions, barely concealed beneath her skirt. Her night-dark hair was braided and a female healer had her lie back so they could be certain of Keira's purity. It was an embarrassing necessity and Keira felt her face heat but she was grateful the men had not arrived at the ritual site yet. When the woad had set, they bathed her to clean any excess from her skin, it left behind vividly blue stains in elaborate patterns and she looked in wonder at her reflection in the still waters of the sacred lake. The Crones gave her fresh leathers to wear and placed a crescent moon topped mask over her startling blue eyes. Her identity did not matter on Beltane, she was the virgin goddess for the night. As the sun finally sank behind the horizon, she had to fight down bile. She tried to assure herself that the man who took down the Stag did not matter, whoever he was, as he was the goddesses choice but she found herself hoping he was handsome or at least gentle. She was escorted back to the ritual hill and found her grandmother waiting. "Huntress." the Lady of the Lake said reverently, offering a deep curtsy. Keira was momentarily shocked, unused to the deference as on Avalon she was a mere Priestess worth no more respect than any other despite her grandmother's status but tonight she was the goddess in human form. Drum and pipe music started as she stepped into the circle drawn with symbols of power and fertility. She had to draw a calming breath when the men who would hunt stepped from the trees to kneel at the edge of the circle. When they had all dropped to one knee, Keira danced. At first, she was timid, keenly feeling every eye upon her but as the music picked up speed, energy seemed to fill her and suddenly, the men watching no longer mattered. She danced with all the passion a young goddess would, she danced until she felt full to the brim with the goddess then, she stopped. Everything went momentarily still when she ceased dancing then a cry went up. "We seek your blessing, Huntress!" the men shouted and she stepped slowly towards them. She touched each bowed head briefly, near twenty young men would try their souls in the hunt and Keira found, to her distant amazement, that she only wished their success. Any selfish desires for a man of beauty, charm or gentleness burned away with her dance, leaving her filled with only the goddess and the desire for a man of strength, a true Oak King. As she stepped back, the Lady of the Lake commanded the hunt begin and the men stood, rushing into the trees, some bellowing war cries and others silent, but intent. When the last man had disappeared into the forest, Keira turned and climbed onto the horse provided for her, bareback. She would ride to the cliffs and the sacred cave to begin her vigil, her wait for her Oak King. It would encase them in the earth's womb and allow the temporarily divine couple privacy to pass their night. Outside the cave several fires were already lit, where priestesses and common folk alike danced, sang and drank to the joy of new life. Later, many would sneak away from the blaze of the fires to make love under the stars in private celebration of the goddess and her consort. The goddess still filled her when she entered the cave and lowered herself to the thick furs so she felt no fear, just exhilaration as if she were running with the men after the great stag. Kent broke away from the other men, running swiftly on bare feet in any direction his instincts led him. He knew the god was with him, blessing and filling him as he was with any man brave enough to test himself against the King Stag with naught but a knife and his courage. The other men would not take down the stag however, he would claim that honor or the stag would kill him. He wanted the woman who played the Virgin Huntress, burned for her like he had for no other. Her soul blazed brightly, calling to the primal, divine part of him and he would answer the call. He would claim her, not some other man, she was his. Or at least for this night, she would be. The god urged his speed and he caught sight of the herd, the great King Stag at it's head and his heart rose in anticipation. His pace increased, his breath coming in gasping pants and his side burning like a hot brand had been pressed against him but he would not slow. To ease his speed would mean conceding the goddess-touched beauty and he would not allow another man to have her. He leapt, there was a cry, spilling blood and a great crash. Keira sat up with a cry, a vision of blood spray and chaos momentarily overcoming her senses. She smiled and stood, the hunt had ended. Kent rose, the blood of the King Stag splashed across his face, chest, the hide covering his manhood and even his silvery-blonde hair was stained. He whooped a victory cry and the other men picked it up as they joined him in the clearing. A few of the men helped him lift his kill to present to the Crones and the Lady of the Lake. Then he would claim his true prize, the virgin priestess awaiting him in the sacred cave. The other men herded him towards the cliffs, rowdy with energy from the hunt and excitement from his quick kill. The Lady of the Lake smiled triumphantly when she saw him coated in blood. "The Oak King is crowned! Rejoice, for the goddess has her consort!" she shouted into the frantic merrymaking, making the crowd even more insane with ecstatic joy. He stopped before the Lady of the Lake and dropped to one knee to accept his crown, made from the antlers of the King Stag taken the previous year. His kill was strung up and the blood drained into a bowl to be used to bless people and crops alike. The stag was skinned quickly and the still bloody pelt was thrown over his shoulders. "Rise, Oak King." the Lady said quietly, bowing to him as he stood. The crowd also offered him honor, dropping to their knees before him. The bowl of stag's blood was presented to him, he dipped his fingers in and flicked blood out over the crowd in blessing. Then the Huntress appeared at the mouth of the cave, looking beautiful and terrible in her she-warrior leathers and woad paint. He was congratulated, slapped on the back and urged toward the Huntress with bawdy encouragement. When he reached her he smeared the stag blood over her womb, as proof of his triumph then he seized her and carried her into the cave amidst raucous cheering. Keira looked up at the huge, blonde man that had won her as he laid her back against the furs. He was gorgeous, even bloodstained and dirty from his hunt. A savage part of her enjoyed the proof of his kill still on his skin and marking her own where he rubbed against her. He was muscled and utterly masculine. The goddess rose in her, making her bold enough to stroke his face. He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes as if in bliss. When her hand traveled lower to stroke his chest and belly, he made a animalistic noise in his throat then kissed her fiercely, no doubt bruising her lips but she did not care. The primal part of her rose to meet his and she arched into his hand as he cupped her breast. A harsh tug and the seams parted, leaving her breasts bare to him. His mouth found her nipple and she made a surprised mewling sound as a spear of liquid heat shot south to her womanhood. His bulge ground into her belly, making her curious, hot and worried about his girth all at once. He pulled away from where he had been nipping at her throat abruptly and struggled to remove his loincloth and hers so flesh could meet flesh. When his naked body lay against her, absolutely no barriers between them except the one he would break shortly, he groaned. She closed her eyes when she felt his manhood press against her thigh, her face flushing as she showed fear for the first time. He snarled, he wanted her passion, not her fear. "Look at me." he demanded, she shook her head and kept her eyes closed, the color in her cheeks spreading to her chest. He stroked his hand down her body to her core, parting her lips and stroking the gem between them, making her gasp but her eyes remained shut. He continued his gentle ministrations and watched her face, enjoying watching her pleasure despite the near-pain in his own groin. "Look at me, beauty." he murmured after she had peaked. She hummed her displeasure at the request, still caught in her euphoria but her eyes popped open when he spread her thighs. Her hand pressed against his chest, starting to panic at the feel of his thickness pressed against her so intimately. He pinned her arms with casual strength and bent to kiss her, murmuring that it would only hurt a moment then it would be naught but pleasure. She could not help but relax beneath his fierce strength and gentleness. He could easily just plunge forward carelessly, she knew but he was soothing her and his care helped her ease her panic. She returned his kiss and spread her thighs wider as he began to press forward. He pulled away to watch her face as he entered her and she met his strange grey eyes, trying to let the goddess rise again to fortify her courage when he stopped, his length resting against her maidenhead. He froze for a moment to savor his shallow entrance and give her a moment to gather her courage then he bent and sharply nipped her ear as he plunged forward, breaking her barrier and raising a cry of pain and surprise from her. "Sweet goddess!" he called softly as he came to rest deep inside of her, she was tighter than a fist and warm and so, so wet. He had to call on all his will power to not spill immediately like a boy taking his first woman. He wanted to offer her pleasure, so he remained still and prayed that she would become accustomed to his size quickly. He grunted in surprise when she wiggled beneath him a moment later and thrust involuntarily before freezing again, worried he had caused her more pain but she moaned in loss when he stilled. Silently, he thanked the god and goddess alike and set about bringing them both to paradise or as near as a man could come. Beltane Fires We had all been looking forward to the spring celebrations since the weather had seemed to turn to warming again. Jai and I had started drinking at home, just a couple of glasses of mead to help warm us up as the nights were still a little chilly. We arrived a little later than I had hoped, but our friends had already set up another little campfire a little further away from the main bonfire. They had a pan of something warming over it, which was a little like mulled wine only quite a bit stronger. Lomas explained he had put some herbs in that would make the evening flow a lot better. Looking round I could see that the circle dance had started, so I left the guys chatting and went to join in. After twirling and dancing round the fire for what seemed like hours, I decided to sit down for a while and have a drink. I went back to our little campsite, there was only Solmar and Lomas left. All the others were still dancing or at other campsites. Lomas poured me another cup of his special brew, I wrapped my hands round the mug letting the warmth flow through me as we sat chatting. I leant back against Solmar and he gently started to massage my shoulders. I didn't think anything was wrong with that as the warmth from the drink relaxed me even more. Lomas came and sat in front of me, as we were talking he started stroking my leg, only as his hand went past my knees did alarm bells start ringing. I looked at him puzzled, he said 'don't worry my lady, just relax and have another drink'. It seemed such a reasonable suggestion, I didn't realize the herbs there were different herbs in the mug he had given me, that had made me susceptible to his suggestions. I drank some more and relaxed further against Solmar, who gently started to kiss and nibble my neck. Meanwhile Lomas was chanting something softly under his breath, pausing he looked at me 'before it is too late, my lady, do you give yourself to me for this night?' Puzzled, I looked up at him, shrugging my shoulders 'yeah sure whatever'. He mumbled something else and threw something on the fire that gave off blue smoke, then sat down in front of me again. Solmar was slowly taking my top off and I didn't seem to be able to stop him. His hands moved round the front taking my bra off, Lomas sat in front of me his skilful hands massaging their way up the inside of my thighs. Part of my brain knew I shouldn't be doing this, but it felt so good. I could feel my pussy lips swelling as Lomas teased his fingers up towards them. My nipples hardening in the cool breeze of the evening, then as Solmar began to twirl his fingers round them they grew even harder. Solmar leaned me back against him, his hands alternately kneading my breasts and tweaking my nipples to gloriously hard peaks. This also had the effect of allowing my legs to fall open further, for Lomas to start teasing my aching pussy in earnest. His fingers tracing against the outside of my pants, feeling the juices start to soak through, gently rubbing through to my hard clit. As low moans start coming from my mouth his fingers slide under and tease the entrance, I try to push my hips forward but Solmar holds me tight. Lomas takes his fingers out, lifting them to his mouth tasting me 'you may be the lady, but for this evening I am your lord and we do that when I say'. He lifts my skirt up round my waist, firmly pressing his palm against my crotch applying pressure on my clit, a deep moan escapes me. In the same instant he rips my pants off and throws them on our campfire, shocked I lay there unmoving. My legs are still open, the cool breeze brushing my clit. As the initial shock wears off, my body responds and my pussy starts to open and the juices start to ooze down my leg. He slowly kneels between my legs and starts to gently caress my clit with one hand, sliding two fingers from the other hand inside me. My body starts to tense almost immediately, he slides his fingers out and puts a small shallow bowl in between my legs, then slides his fingers back inside me again. The combination of my breasts being stimulated, my clit deftly massaged and fingers fucking my pussy, start a wave building towards a large orgasm. My muscles start clench, my body goes rigid, my mind knows only the waves of pleasure as he skilfully catches the juices when I cum. Still in a bit of a daze, I can hear Solmar and Lomas talking as though I'm not there. Solmar has moved and laid my top half against some cushions. Rubbing the front of his trousers, which harbours a sizable bulge he says 'so can I fuck her yet this is getting so fucking hard its hurting'. Lomas replies 'her pussy is mine, do what you want with the rest of her, but not too rough'. Solmars' face seems to change to an evil sneer as he walks back over to me, he kneels by my head and unzips his trousers. His dick almost hits me in the face and he rubs it gently across my lips, coaxing my mouth open. I start to lick and suck, running my tongue round the head. He moans, his fingers entwine in my hair, then suddenly he grabs tight and starts to fuck my face, harder and harder. I choke almost being sick, Lomas shouts 'don't be an idiot, if she's sick we loose control over her'. Solmar stops and wipes his dick over my face. 'well I gotta relieve this somehow'. He rolls me onto my side, then suddenly pins me on my front. His cock starts to press against my arse, 'tight little bitch, bet you don't like this much, well you're not in a position to argue'. His cock's a little wider than I'm used to, so I try to remind myself to relax as he presses inside me. As he has it about halfway in I wriggle my arms free and brace myself, I push up and back impaling myself on his cock. He gasps, but grabs my hips, then realises I'm fucking him, ramming myself back onto him wanting his cock in my arse. He says 'you fucking little whore, you love cock up your arse, Lomas you really need to come and get some of this horny bitch' and he moves in time with my rhythm, pounding hard against my arse as I beg him to fuck me even harder. I forget everything around me apart from the sensations washing over my body, being fucked and used, my body tenses as another orgasm makes me cum all over his balls, the tension in my body grasps tight round his cock, this pushes him over the edge and I howl as he grabs my hair and unloads his cock into my arse. He pulls out and I collapse in a heap, Lomas looks at Solmar in disgust 'if she is too tired to service me, you will pay in blood'. Solmar hurriedly dresses himself and disappears. Lomas sits at the side of me and tenderly strokes my face, 'my queen, I did not mean for him to hurt you, let me give you a drink to revive you'. He goes to the fire and mixes another concoction of herbs, coaxing me to drink I feel a little better. He lays me back propping my head against the pillows his hand caresses slowly down my body and he starts to gently play with my clit, his head lowers and his lips brush my nipples. Wherever he touches he leaves trails of heat and longing, my body wanting more. Before I realise he is kneeling between my legs, lowering himself onto me, I look into his eyes and even though he is slim I feel pinned to the ground, unable to move, but not scared. He presses his cock against my pussy lips, almost teasing, he realises how wet I am and firmly presses inside. It feels so good it's not too big that its uncomfortable, but wide enough to make me feel full. I wriggle a little wanting him to fuck me good and hard, 'not yet my queen, not yet', as he starts to slide slowly in and out. He leans on one arm and reaches down to play with my clit, almost instantly I orgasm, my muscles pulsing tightly around him, he gasps and pauses to regain control of himself. Then he starts again slowly fucking me and playing with my clit, I loose count of the times I orgasm. At some specific time known only to him he starts to speed up, the change of pace sets off a wave of multiple orgasms and as my pussy clenches and milks him he lets go and cums inside me, muttering under his breath. I fall asleep almost instantly and wake up to Jai snuggling up to me beside the campfire, he caresses me, kneading my breasts, sucking on my nipples, his fingers wandering to my clit, I sigh and open my legs as his practised touch makes me wet very quickly, then he gently slides his cock into me and we rock together holding each other in a warm embrace, kissing and touching until we both cum and fall asleep in each others arms. I fall asleep hoping for the goddesses blessings at the Beltane Fires. Beltane in the Park She walks in the door, sees me sitting on the couch, and says "Do you trust me?" I stammer out a quick "Yes?" and she tells me to put on pants, a sweater and grab my coat and hat. Ducking into the bedroom, she grabs an assortment of clothes from the dresser and disappears into the bathroom. I have no idea what's going on. It takes her longer to get ready than it takes me, so I end up sitting on the couch with my mind racing. Whatever it is that she has planned, I know that it's going to be dirty: she has that look on her face. She strolls into the living room wearing a dress that just barely covers the delicious curve of her ass, thigh-high stockings attached to garters that disappear up under the dress and some low, patent-leather heels. She looks stunning. Seeing how's she's dressed, I've narrowed it down to one of two things: either she's found a fetish club for us to go play at or she wants to drag me out into the park and have her way with me. It is the first of May, after all. Beltane. She asks if I have any I.D. on me, and when I tell her I do she says "You'd better leave it here." with a wicked smile. I ask if I'm going to need money, and she says no. And then we're off to "take a walk". We wander slowly to the park about a mile past our house, stopping to kiss and fondle each other whenever we find a dark corner. We pass the grade school playground where she once knelt on the muddy ground and sucked my cock while I called her "teachers pet", lamenting the fact that they've put up fences since the last time we were in the neighborhood and in a mood to play. I have to admit I'm nervous as we step into the park. It's notorious as a place for men to go who are looking for a casual blow-job in their cars, or maybe feeling like some rough trade. The grounds are huge, with plenty of dark corners and paths. As we're walking, I comment that it seems like the park was built to encourage the kind of behavior we're about to indulge in. And, to be honest, I've never really done anything like this before, that one time at the school yard not withstanding. We stop in the middle of a wide open grassy area, sitting at a picnic table. Even with the nearly full moon well hidden behind the clouds, it's still bright enough to feel exposed and vulnerable. That doesn't stop her from unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out into the night air as we devour each others mouths. Her hand slides slowly up and down, hidden from view by shadows and my coat, but I still feel too exposed to really be ok with it. We kiss and touch and grope each other some more, then I say I'd like to find a darker place if we could. She agrees and we're on our way again. We walk slowly across the entire park until we find a bench in the perfect location. It's away from the street lights that line the paths in the park, it has a full view all around, and there's no way for anyone to sneak up behind us due to deep underbrush and the fence that separates the park and the cemetery next to it. We'll be able to see and hear anyone coming near us. Not that I believe for a second at this point that we'd stop. We attack each other pretty much instantly. She has my pants half way down my legs and her mouth on my cock before I really know what's happening. My fingers find her pussy; it's hot and wet and swollen, and I start fingering her as she sucks me. It's only a few minutes before her pussy spasms and clenches around my fingers as she's coming, moaning deep in her throat around my cock. She brings her lips up to mine, kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself in her mouth. Then she straddles my legs, pushes her panties aside and sinks down onto my cock in one smooth motion. Her fingers lock behind my neck as she starts fucking me, bouncing up and down rapidly. She's moaning in my ear, telling me how much she loves fucking outside, that she's fucking my cock on a park bench staring at a graveyard. Soon the words just become moans and growls, and she cums hard, grinding down against me, trying to get as much of me inside her as she can. After a few seconds I tell her that I don't think I can finish here, that I'm too nervous, that I'm glad she could cum but that I can wait. She says something along the lines of "We'll see about that." and slides off of me, taking my cock deep into her mouth again. She's on her knees between my legs as I sit on a park bench and she's sucking my cock like a perfect little slut. I tell her how much I love to see her like this, twining my fingers in her hair as she bobs up and down, taking me into her throat and moaning around me. Soon enough it's all too much and I explode into her mouth. She takes it all, looking up at me with those mischievous eyes, and then cleans me up with her tongue as much as she can. We sit for a few moments, long enough to enjoy a deep lingering kiss, then pull ourselves together and make our way home. Beltane Tradition Beltane is the pagan festival of fire and fertility. In the wheel of the year Beltane is also known as May Day when we dance around the omnipotent phallic symbol, the May Pole. The red and white ribbons woven around the May Pole represent blood and semen; the quintessential fusion of female and male energies that are the creative life force. It's Beltane tradition that new and established lovers celebrate with pleasures of the body. Here, in the Southern hemisphere, we turn the wheel because of the seasons to celebrate Beltane on 31 October. Last Beltane was a most memorable one for me. Along with friend, we decided to attend an outdoor Beltane pagan ritual for the first time. Although we had read a great deal about raising group energy in a sacred circle, to experience it was quite moving. Wearing a long black velvet dress and burgundy hooded cape, I arrived by car at the secluded ritual site located out of town, just before sunset. I soon spotted my friend Jasmine, who was already chatting to some people. The ritual organisers were preparing the sacred space. While we gathered in an area just outside the circle, a soothing, humming mantra further prepared us for entry into the circle. It was simple yet effective as this group humming forced us to stop our idle chatter and helped us focus on the ritual we were about to take part in. The time came for us to file into the circle through the opening created by two flames. Entering the circle was nothing short of awesome. It was like stepping into another world, with multi-sensory experiences. The Beltane bonfire certainly met my expectations - it perfectly held court in the circle and lived up to its honour of our festival. The smell of the incense made only some hours earlier, together with the slow and deliberate drumming, created a surreal ambience. This was enhanced with the visual impact of the fire, the altar, and the people in their ceremonial attire. It was across the circle, as we all held hands that I first saw him. He was looking at me. As the firelight danced shadows on his face, I studied his compelling looks. I'm not sure if it was the altered state of consciousness created at the ritual, or if he had indeed enchanted me with some sort of spell, but I was hooked. I had to have this man. In his robe and pony tailed hair, he looked splendidly medieval. In most circumstances, I would not maintain such intense eye contact. On this occasion, it was impossible to break away. After all, this was a fertility festival. The High Priestess and High Priest concluded the ritual with the words: "Our circle is open, but never broken" Our circle broke up and people were hugging, wishing one another a Happy Beltane. My pagan admirer and spell-caster was now beside me; smiling at me, tantalising me with his eyes. "Happy Beltane, my beautiful witchy woman," he whispered as he hugged me. He wrapped the fabric of his cloak around me, warming me with his body, his robe and his breath, as he kissed me passionately on the lips. "And how would you like to celebrate Beltane?" he asked me cheekily. "I would like to follow tradition, if you know what I mean?" That was suggestive and forward, but it was Beltane. And I was feeling incredibly horny. We found a semi-secluded place not too far from the ritual space. As we kissed he massaged my breasts while I felt deliciously sandwiched between him and a large tree trunk. His dick felt huge through his pants that I impatiently unzipped. His hand found its way under my long velvet dress and into my underpants. Two strong fingers easily slid into my moist pussy that panted for him. Still standing, I rode against his hand, wanting as much of him as I could take. It had been a quite few weeks since I had been fucked and the surprise and anonymity of this encounter was overwhelming. I released his hard dick from his pants and played with it. Up and down along the shaft and then I held the head, stroking and squeezing it. This was great, but not enough for me. I wanted this man inside me now. "Let's honour the fertility festival," I whispered, "please give it to me now!" "I just love assertive pagan women," he replied, "no hang ups about sex, you just say it how you want it." "And, I'd be delighted to raise some sexual energy for Beltane with you," he continued. I quickly stepped out of my underpants. Lifting me slightly, he entered my hungry pussy as I impaled myself on him. The crisp, night air on my legs provided a stark contrast with the friction and heat he generated in my pussy. The tree trunk behind me offered great back support while he was also holding me up. As he hammered into me, in the distance I could hear ritual drumming, which added to the primeval atmosphere. Right now, anyone could walk past, or even join in. The fact that this could happen at any time only added to this unexpected excitement. He filled me nicely and I could feel myself nearing my peak. I lowered my hand to cup his balls as I continued to grind myself as closely as I could to his body. In a matter of moments I came, weakening in the legs as I shuddered in his arms. As I could feel his balls contracting slightly, he exploded his cum inside me. Some time after Beltane, a friend asked me to describe the experience in one word. This was impossible to do, even for someone like me who loves to play with words. I tried to describe it one sentence. It was fast; it was unexpected and it was sensational. Although I didn't find out his name or see him again, I have fond memories of my first, sensual Beltane ritual. Beltane's Flower Hillsboro was a small Midwestern farming town, so named because it was nestled at the bottom of the highest hill in three counties. While the hill was technically private property, with three farms converging at its crest, the irregularity of the land made it difficult to till and its woods made it unsuitable for grazing. The farmers had left the flanks of the hill wooded, although since earlier generations had cleared the hilltop for use as a lookout against Indian attack, they maintained the meadow at the top and allowed the townspeople to use it as a park, a great boon for the small, unincorporated village. The park was a favorite daytime play place for local children because of its history and, the rock, a standing stone at the very peak that provided cover during the inevitable games of Cowboys and Indians. Originally, the people of Hillsboro had all come from the same district in southwest England and settled together. Over the years, some people came and went, but the core of the population was of the same English-Welsh stock. These were people who had descended from the Celts and Druids who came before them and who revered the old ways even though they were nominally Christian. Families were closely knit and passed down stories of the old times. They lived close to the land and remembered the ways their forebears used to ensure the fertility of the land and the people. As April was drawing to a close, Bob Johnson looked out across his fields and commented to his wife Sarah that it was almost planting time. Sarah smiled to herself and said "Bob, you know better than to go planting too early in the season. There's still the risk of frost and the ground hasn't been prepared yet." Bob nodded his agreement and said he knew he needed to wait, but he was ready to get started. Over at the Peterson's house, John and Maggie were having a similar conversation. Bill Williams looked his wife Becky in the eye and asked her if she remembered the steps to a dance they'd once done. Becky smiled as she lifted her skirt with one hand, waved the other over her head, and started a jig in the kitchen. She stopped only when her kids came in, saw what she was doing and groaned as only teenagers can. "Mom! Stop it! Our friends are coming over and you'll embarrass us." Becky stopped dancing and asked which friends were coming and whether they would be staying for dinner. When she found out it was the Johnson twins, she grinned and called Sarah to find out their plans for the evening. The Johnson twins, Sue and Bonnie, had been born within two weeks of the Williams' elder daughter, Beth, and the kids were together constantly. Bill and Becky's other daughter was two years younger, but was accepted as a peer by the older children because she had a way of knowing things that made her seem wise beyond her years. Later, as the sun went down, Becky called her neighbor, Jo Worthington, to see if she would be willing to watch all of the kids while the adults went out for the evening. "We need you to ride herd on the kids because we'll be out late. Maybe you can join in the festivities next year. In addition, because of the importance of the occasion, I'm going to pay you twice your normal sitting rate. Bring your sleeping bag and make it a slumber party." Since all of the girls were close friends, Jo was happy to look after the younger ones and thrilled to be getting the extra money. Jo came with her parents, Rick and Marty, and as the adults prepared to leave, Marty told Jo, "I know you're responsible, but I want to reiterate the rules. There will be no boys allowed in here, no tying up the telephone, and everybody needs to stay in the house for the entire night. Everybody has sleeping bags and there's plenty of pizza and movies you can watch. If there's a problem that needs adult attention, Mrs. Phillips, across the street will be home and watching out to make sure everything's OK. She knows where to reach us if there's an emergency." As the Williams, Johnson, and Worthington adults left the house, Marty asked Sarah if Joe and Suzy Henderson would be coming. The Henderson's were the youngest couple in Hillsboro and had just gotten married a month earlier. At 25, Joe had surprised everyone in town by taking over his father's car repair shop so his dad could retire early. Joe's dad, Hank, and his wife loved to travel and had just left for a four-week trip to see their ancestral home in England. Suzy was new to the community as Joe had met her when he was away at school, but she was friendly and interested in everybody, and she'd been accepted by everyone in town. Before Sarah had a chance to reply, Bob said he hoped Suzy would be there because he'd love to see her do the old dances. Sarah elbowed him in the ribs and said he really just wanted to see the town's newest hot babe. She then said he'd probably get his wish because Maggie Peterson had told her Joe and Suzy were looking forward to the celebration. The three couples climbed into the Williams' van and rode the short distance up the hill to the park, talking about previous celebrations and what fun they'd been. When they arrived, they saw three other cars in the parking lot, belonging to the Petersons, the Hendersons, and, an unfamiliar car that belonged to Fred and Grace Watson. The Watson family had lived in Hillsboro for many years, but the youngest generation had moved away after college to get jobs in the city rather than continue farming the land. A week earlier, Fred's dad, Jake, had asked him to come back to town with his wife for the annual celebration. Since Fred and Grace had never participated in the celebration before, Jake explained it to them and they agreed to come and carry on the tradition. As the full moon rose and cast its white light over the hilltop, the lone figure of Jed Phillips appeared next to the rock and called them all to it. As the couples assembled in a circle around Jed and the stone, Jed said "Welcome to the annual Hillsboro celebration of Beltane. For those of you who haven't participated in this before, I want you to understand that our purpose here is to fertilize and renew our land. This is at once a joyous occasion and a solemn one because it brings our town together and it blesses our land for the coming year. While I am the leader in the sense that I get the celebration started, I am not a participant in the way that you are. As most of you know, my wife is at home and while I have her blessing to be here, I am old and can no longer do the dance, so my role is to keep the cadence and help you younger folk dance and celebrate." As everyone looked at each other, it became apparent that without any coordination, all of the women were wearing similar outfits and the men were likewise similarly dressed. Jed stepped down from beside the rock and said "I have a little more business before the celebration begins. Suzy, did you bring the cup you received as a wedding present, like I asked you to?" Suzy reached into the folds of her full skirt and pulled out a silver chalice. She handed it to Jed, who took it and bowed to her, then set it beside the rock. Jed helped Joe and Suzy up to the rock and stood between them holding their hands. He then pointed to five piles of wood stacked equidistantly along a circular track cut into the meadow and asked each of the other couples to go stand next to a pile. As the couples got into position, Jed struck his drum once and shouted "As Prometheus brought fire to man, so I bring it to Hillsboro." With that, Jed lit a torch and handed it to the Petersons, at the northwest pile, and as they lit their bonfire, Jed called out "All spirits of the Earth who are within our circle, come to this flame and then leave our circle." Taking the torch back from them, Jed carried it to the Watsons, who lit the pile in the east as Jed called upon the creatures of Spirit to come and leave the circle. Next, Jed took the torch to the Williams couple to light their bonfire in the southwest and banished the spirits of Fire. Jed carried the torch to the Johnsons who lit the northern bonfire as he banished the spirits of Water, and finally Jed gave the torch to the Worthingtons who lit their fire in the south and banished the spirits of Air from the circle. Jed took the torch and continued around the circle, lighting small fires to enclose them all in a circle of fire. Jed came back to the rock and once more stood between Joe and Suzy Henderson. Raising the torch, he cried out "Apopamos caca Thamanos! All evil spirits leave this circle and return to hell!" As he spoke, the silence inside the circle deepened and a fog rose to just below the hilltop so it appeared as if the circle of fire and its participants were alone on an island in the midst of the clouds. Jed turned to Joe and Suzy and said to them: "As priest and priestess for this year's Beltane celebration, you will lead the celebrants in the dances and in the blessing our town with fertility for the coming year. This is an ancient ritual that was performed by your fathers and mothers from deep in the mists of time, just as you are performing it tonight. As you see, the mists have risen and the borders of the years have fallen away." The couples all joined hands to form a ring around the stone as Jed picked up a flute and began playing a light-hearted dance reel. Joe and Suzy led the group in a dance around the stone in a clockwise direction, following the path of the sun on its daily journey. As that dance ended and another began, the group dropped hands and stepped back to make their circle larger. They continued to dance around the stone waving their hands and kicking their feet as they followed Joe and Suzy. After a time, Suzy led the women a little toward the center as Joe expanded the men's circle, then he turned and led the men in the opposite direction, widdershins, while the women continued to dance deosil, so they formed two concentric circles, rotating in opposite directions around the axis of the stone. As Jed picked up the pace of the music and the heat of the fires warmed the participants, Suzy pulled the scarf from around her neck and began to swing it around over her head. As she did, the other women did the same so that, from above, the inner circle appeared to be a whirling, twirling band of fabric. After three revolutions waving the scarves, a great "Harumphf!" came from the men and the women dropped the scarves while the men waved their caps. Three more revolutions and the women yelled "Harumphf!" as the men dropped their caps and the women pulled off their blouses and twirled them as they had the scarves. The dance continued in sets of three revolutions as the men twirled their shirts, then the women twirled their skirts, and the men twirled their pants. When both groups were down to their underwear, Jed picked up a drum and began striking a primal beat. The dancers slowed and reversed directions as they adapted to the new rhythm. As the drumbeats grew in intensity, Suzy and the women removed their bras and swung them over their heads. As the female scenery became more interesting, the men started to slow as they watched the ladies' boobs bounce and swing. As the men slowed, the women started lashing them with their bras as each one passed. After three revolutions, the women dropped their bras and the men pulled off their shorts and danced naked as they swung them around. Finally, the men dropped their shorts as the women pulled off their panties and each woman danced up to her husband and held them out to him, only to snatch them away when he reached for them. Finally, as the drumbeat became louder, the women fell to the ground, arraying themselves in a wheel so that each woman's head was pointed toward the stone and her feet were extended toward the circle's circumference. The energy of the drum and the dancers shifted again as each woman took the hand of the woman on either side of her and spread her legs so they all formed a six-petalled flower, with each woman fully baring herself to the men dancing around them. The drumbeat slowed and the men fell to their knees before their wives and began lapping at their pussies. At first, the women seemed oblivious to their ministrations, but soon, one moaned, then another, and before long, all six women were moaning and arching their pelvises up to meet their men's tongues. Jed stopped drumming and the night became quiet except for the sloppy wet sounds of tongues on clits and the moans, until suddenly, Suzy cried out her first orgasm of the evening and then five other women joined in her primal cry. As the women gushed, Jed handed the chalice to Joe who captured as much of his wife's nectar as he could, then he passed the cup to the man on his right, who did the same. The men carefully passed the cup around the circle so they didn't spill any as they collected the precious juices from all the women. After a few minutes of rest, Jed began drumming again. As each man stood over his wife, she knelt in front of him and sucked his cock until his erection raged before him, and then she lay back down so he could enter her. All six men began thrusting into their wives in time to the drumbeat. As the beat intensified, the couples began slamming into each other, pubic bone on pubic bone, penis in vagina, building toward an intense climax. Once again, Joe and Suzy led the group in screaming out their lust in a mass orgasm. Each man deposited his seed into his wife as she bucked, howled, and came in a spasmodic explosion. As the couples lay together and professed their love for each other, Jed passed the cup again and each woman squatted over it to let the semen drip from her into it. After each one had let a tablespoon or two of semen drop into the chalice, she lay back down and her husband cleaned her up by tonguing out any remaining liquid from her pussy. Throughout the night, the couples came together and each time, they passed the cup to collect everyone's juices. As the fires began to burn low and the sky started to brighten in the east, old Jed carefully picked up the cup containing the precious fluids from the couples and roused those who had fallen asleep, telling them they all must be up and out before dawn. As the light began to grow, all six couples gathered up their clothes and dressed. Jed stepped up to the rock and spoke aloud "All you who gathered here for this celebration are free to go in peace. Thank you for coming and witnessing our celebration of Beltane's flower. Please do whatever you can to help fertilize our land and our town." With that, he struck the drum once and proclaimed "This celebration is at an end." As the couples started toward the edge of the circle, they heard noises from the woods as if all the animals of the forest were leaving after having watched their fertility ritual. The conclusion The next day, May Day, was celebrated with dance and gaiety by the people of the town, including the six families. Jed Phillips was strangely absent until late in the day, when he was observed taking a small vial of liquid to each of the town's farmers and, with the farmer's permission, pouring it on their seeds and planting equipment. In September, the Hillsboro farmers brought in their best harvest ever. In the two weeks around the first of February, the population of Hillsboro grew suddenly as the Hendersons, the Petersons, the Johnsons, the Williams's, and the Worthingtons all gave birth to children, including two pairs of twins, and Jake Watson reported that Fred and Grace had made him a grandfather. Beltane's Night (The Dark Night of the Soul) "Upon a darkened night The flame of love was burning in my breast And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest" She had lain awake all night, restlessly tossing on her straw pallet, watching the gilded moon rise slowly in the window. She heard the shallow breath of her sisters deep in sleep beside her. She thought of the man she adored, loved him with a passion, knew she had to see him. Slowly she rose and buttoned a woolen cloak around her simple shift. With trembling fingers, she lit her oil lamp. "Shrouded by the night And by the secret stair I quickly fled The veil concealed my eyes While all within lay quiet as the dead" Feet bare, she padded down the stone stairs of her parents' little house. Easing the wooden door open, she inhaled the clean night air, feet tickled by the dew-laden grass. Her mount was waiting in the paddock; she threw a rope bridle over the horse's head, not bothering with a saddle. She mounted and pulled her cloak hood down, then was off, galloping to meet her beloved. "Oh night thou was my guide Oh night more loving than the rising sun Oh night that joined the lover To the beloved one Transforming each of them into the other" She had first seen him on her way home from Sunday Mass. Tall and blue-eyed, he was dressed in a monkish robe, dried wild flowers and birds' feathers plaited into his gold hair. They had spoken briefly, until her father pulled her away and slapped her hard across her mouth. "Daughter, do not make eyes at him! He is a pagan, in the Devil's service!" She later learned that he was called Faun, and lived in the Grove outside the village. Even her religion's threat of damnation could not stop her from longing for him; she loved the pagan man. "Upon that misty night In secrecy, beyond such mortal sight Without a guide or light Than that which burned so deeply in my heart" Her horse's hooves pounded rhythmically on the dirt road. Every one of her senses seemed deliciously alive, she could smell the new grass, taste the moisture in the air, hear the smallest of night insects, felt the rough warmth of the cloak on her back. She slowed her steed to a walk as she approached the Grove, which shone like a fairy kingdom in the moon's light. "That fire 'twas led me on And shone more bright than of the midday sun To where he waited still It was a place where no one else could come" He was standing there, in a circle of trees, a small bonfire burning brightly. He was gloriously naked, wearing deer antlers upon his head. "It is Beltane, the most holy of nights." He smiled as he helped her dismount from her horse. "Within my pounding heart Which kept itself entirely for him He fell into his sleep Beneath the cedars all my love I gave" He took her face in his gentle hands and moved his full, soft lips all over her face. She returned his kiss passionately, her genitals filled with the heat of desire, a feeling the priests would call sinful, but she know knew the feeling to be holy. He undid her cloak and shift and laid them on the grass. He caressed her breasts, and kissed his way down her body, his strong manhood rising. Gently pulling her down, he licked at her sex, sending her into shivers of delight. Moving under him, she stroked his member, feeling the coarseness of his pubic hair and the warm, soft skin of his shaft. He raised himself up and peered intently into her eyes "Thus the Horned One and the Maiden come together." He murmured as he thrust into her. She cried out, partly in pain, partly in pleasure as he made love to her. Their animalistic cries and moans became louder as they moved in harmony. In a wild rush, they climaxed together, he shooting his scared seed into her. Sighing, her pulled out of her and relaxed on the grass, holding her so that his whole body was in contact with hers. Slowly, his eyes closed, his deep breath warming the back of her neck. "I lost myself to him And laid my face upon by lover's breast And care and grief grew dim As in the morning's mist became the light" She snuggled up to him, seeking the warmth of his body. The sun was now rising, sending beams of light through the trees. Never had a sunrise seemed so beautiful as the one on this spring day. Regretfully she sighed, she must get home, her parents must never know that she had been with her pagan man. She rose and dressed, smiling at her lover, who lay watching her, smiling dreamily. As she mounted her horse he stood "Please come back to me soon." With a delicate kiss on his forehead, she promised "I will." She spurred her horse homeward, already looking forward to the next time she would be with her pagan lover at the Grove. Lyrics by St. John of the Cross Story by Sarah C.