12 comments/ 29324 views/ 9 favorites Wiccans in Waiting By: Gravidlad or Rivan51 From the Memoirs of Jake Sommers, Pilot, US Navy. September 7, 1940 I still cannot believe what happened to me. It has been 5 years now, but I still cannot believe it. I was a pilot with the US Navy. I had been sent on a mission to the moutains that stand between Austria and Switzerland. It was believed that the Germans were building up their armaments, in violation of the Treaty of Versailles, and hiding the new weaponry in the mountains of Austria. It was my job to fly over the area and take pictures, to see if the suspicions and rumors were true. The mission started off without too many difficulties, but, within a few hours of my flight, I ran into a very nasty storm. Within moments of encountering it, I and my plane, were tossed about as though we were a child's toy caught in a whirlwind. Snow, ice and freezing rain hammered my aircraft, weighing it down with the build up of heavy, frozen condensation. I struggled to maintain my bearings, and control of my plane, but, very quickly I realized that I was in deep trouble. The controls became sluggish, and I could feel the engine was struggling to keep going, but, somehow, I managed to maintain a small portion of control. Then, as the clouds parted for a moment, I saw the mountain looming in front of me. I wrenched the stick to the left, hoping to turn away, but, at that moment, the engine died, and I knew I was beyond salvation. As it happened, my wrenching of the stick and thrown the plane around, and aimed it downward, so what should have been a fatal crash, instead became a crash landing into a pocket on the mountainside. As the plane hit the ground, I braced myself for impact. The nose crumpled instantly, sending glass flying back into my face, slicing little cuts into my cheeks but, thankfully, missing my eyes. Suddenly, as the impact continued, I felt something pierce my left shoulder, and white hot pain raced through my body, making me scream in pain even as I felt something pierce my left leg as well. I blacked out, for how long, I don't know, but, when I came to, I was in pain the likes of which I had never felt before. My left shoulder was on fire with agony, as was my left leg, and I could smell my own blood. I had to take a few moments to prepare myself to move, but, when I was ready, I grabbed the emergency first aid kit, and stuffed the hole in my leg and shoulder with guaze soaked in antiseptic, which made me moan in pain. I then wrapped them both as best I could, and prepared to leave the plane. I knew if I stayed outside in the cold, I would die. I had to find shelter. The moment I put my left leg on the ground, I knew I was in more trouble than I had thought, for my left leg would not support my weight. I needed a crutch, or a support of some kind. Thankfully, one of the wing supports had broken off and, with a little luck, would prove to be a usable crutch. So, with my first aid kit and supplies clutched to my chest, supported on my crutch, I hobbled away from my plane, toward the mountainside. Initially, I had hoped to put the plane between me and the wind, and somehow build a shelter around it. But, as I approached the other side of the plane, I saw a cave in the rock face. I knew it would provide better shelter than the wreck, so I made for it. Upon entering it, I found that it was really only a wide cut in the rock, and one that led deeper into the mountain. I thought I heard something echoing from the darkness, so, with my flashlight bobbing before me, I made my way along the path. I knew I was feverish, and that I would likely die if I did not get myself to someplace warm, with medical attention, soon. My only hope was the sound coming to me from the end of the tunnel. I plodded on for what seemed like hours, my feverish mind making monsters out of the shadows around me. As I walked, the strange chanting sound became louder and louder, making me wonder if I had not crashed on some sacred mountain of monks of some kind. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of walking, I exited the cave, and found the most amazing site I think I have ever seen in my life. I had entered a spacious moutain valley that, despite the raging winter storms outside, was filled with lush, green grass and dotted with flowers. At one end, I noticed a grove of trees, and I could hear birds singing. My wondering, feverish eyes took note of several cows and goats grazing on the grass, as well as a few horses, and even a decent sized garden filled with all manner of vegetables! Near the forest, I saw a large, sturdy cabin, with smoke coming from the chimney....a clear sign that the valley was inhabited. The chanting was clearer now, filling the valley with its sound, and I could tell that it was coming from near the woods. As they were only a few paces from where I was, I started hobbling towards them. By the time I reached the woods, I knew I was close to being unable to walk. My legs felt like a ton of lead had been poured over them, and my wounds were afire with an agony I cannot begin to describe, but, I kept on, forcing myself to keep moving, for to stop was to die. I was sure of it. Just when I thought I could go no further, I found the source of the chanting, and stood amazed at what I saw. I was standing on the edge of a clearing, in the midst of which stood a ston altar of some kind. At one end of the alter was a small statue of a woman holding a candle, which was lit, and on the other end was another statue, this one of a man, also with a lit candle in his grasp. There were also candles at the four points of the compass, each one a different color, and, overall of it, in a dome like shape, was a blue, transparent glow. But, what amazed me most, was WHO was in the grove, chanting. Three women stood around the altar. They were each long haired and lovely, truly beautiful, and each dressed in robes, or gowns, that resembled the clothes of Ancient Greece. About each woman's torso, just below their breasts,which in each case were amazingly large and round, was wrapped a golden cord, from which hung a dagger. It seemed odd at first that they would wear the cords so high on their bodies. Then, I noticed one of the most startling things yet. All three of them were pregnant, very pregnant! They all looked so heavily pregnant, that, had they all started to give birth at that moment, I would not have been surprised. The great, round, fertiley expectant orbs of their bellies bulged forth proudly from their otherwise slender frames. So amazingly lovely, so pregnant, were these three women that, in my feverish mind, I wondered if I was hallucinating the scene before me. Such beautiful, pregnant women in such an odd place, was almost too much for my fevered mind to comprehend. But, hallucination or no, they were my only hope for survival. So, I staggered forward, vaguely aware that their chanting contained names like, "Diana" and "Isis," names I recognized from my studies in mythology while at university. I had only taken a few steps into the clearing, when I realized the chanting had stopped. I looked up, and saw all three girls watching me, their eyes wary, radiating power. Then, one of them, a dark haired, dark eyed beauty that made me think of a Gypsy, stepped toward the edge of the blue dome. She drew her dagger, cut a line in the light, which she stepped through, and made her way toward me. As she approached, I could only stand there, swaying on my feet, and drink in the beauty of her finely sculpted, smooth olive-skinned, dark beauty, and marvel at the fluidity of her walk, in spite of her very pregnant state, as she swayed toward me. I found myself thinking how wonderful it would be to make love to such a wonderfully ripe, fertile, pregnant beauty. The raven haired beauty stopped when she was just beyond my arm's reach and, holding the dagger out toward me, said, in a clear, musical voice. "Who are you, who dares enter our sacred grove and disrupt our ceremony?" I tried to answer her, to tell her I meant them no harm, that I came in peace, but I felt darkness overtake me, and I fell forward. I thought I would hit the ground, but, instead, I felt arms wrap about me, and my body pressed against something round, firm, and warm, then I was gently laid down. Through the haze that was before my eyes, I saw the dark eyes of my challenger looking down at me, deep into my eyes, with gentlness and concern. I saw her turn her head and, through the roar in my ears, heard her call the names, "Lyria" and "Rhianon" before I succumbed to the darkness. I was unaware, at first, of how long I was unconcious. I had moments of brief, hazy attempts at lucidity in which I felt myself being carried by several hands, then being laid down on something soft. I was vaguely aware of someone removing the bandages from my shoulder and leg, stripping me, then warm water being poured over me. Soft hands moved over me, and I smelt soap, then, I was gently toweled dry and lifted again, only to be placed on another soft surface. I smelt old, sweaty, wet socks, and some floral scents, as well as a pine like odor, and felt something being spread on my shoulder and leg, then binding being attached to cover it. Blackness took me again for a time, and when I came partially awake again, it was to the sound of soft prayers and chanting surrounding me. I had the vague impression of three women about me, but, their bodies seemed oddly shaped, their bellies to big and round, and, as I succumbed to the fever once again, I dismissed it as more hallucinations. Then, after what seemed an eternity of hazy, dark dreams and illusions, I awoke feeling exhausted, but clear headed. I raised my head from the surface on which it had been resting, even though it seemed to suddenly weigh a ton, and tried to look around. I was in a large room, with dim moonlight coming in from a large window. I could see a chair in a corner, and make out the dim shape of a dresser as well. Directly in front of me was a partially open door, through which I could see an even larger room, from which the smell of a woodfire came, along with the popping of embers, but I could tell nothing beyond that. I heard the vague sound of two voices in the distance,coming from somewhere else in the building, and I made to rise, but two small, gentle hands came onto my shoulders and held me down, moving me back to the surface upon which I had been laying. "Easy."A soft, musical voice I vaguely recognized said."Your fever has broken, but you are still very weak. You need rest." Despite my curiousity about where I was, I knew the speaker was correct. I was still very weak, so weak in fact that the few movements I had made had exhausted me. An investigation could wait. But, I realized I was thirsty, my throat parched as though I had not had a drink in days. "Th..th..thirsty."I managed to mutter through dry lips and a thick throat. "Your body is dehydrated from the fever."The musical voice said. I felt the surface on which I lay shift, then move away as I was gently laid back on pillows."I will get you drink." As I lay there, I saw a shadowy seemingly shapeless, to my weary eyes, form go by me and step out the door. A moment later it returned, and I heard the voice, which I now recognized as female, saying, "No water left, and no milk, and too dark out to go fetch either. But he needs drink!"A long pause."But there is that....yes, it could work." The shadowy form came closer to the bed and, I felt my head lifted in gentle hands. My head was then placed to rest on the same surface as before, and something warm and soft was placed against my lips. I opened my mouth obediently, and the warm softness was placed in my mouth, and I was told to suck. I did so, and a warm, sweet liquid came forth and flowed into my mouth. So thirsty was I that my first few drinks seemed to evaporate in my mouth, but, as I sucked, I obtained more of the liquid and, as it flowed down my throat, I thought I had never tasted anything so delicious in all my life. I drank on, only vaguely aware of soft, moaning, cooing sounds coming from above me. At one point, my head was shifted about, and another soft warmth placed against my lips. I drank till I was no longer thirsty and, as I stopped, I felt soft fingers caressing my forehead as I drifted off to sleep. Again, I passed through time where I was not fully aware of what was occurring around me. All was hazy, but the otherworldly feeling had left with the fever, and I knew it was just exhaustion. Through it all, I felt the soft hands on my body, caressing me, stroking me, washing me and caring for me. In many ways, I felt as a baby must have felt while it is being cared for by its mother. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of mental fog and haze, I came awake with a clear head. This time, when I awakened, the sun was shining in the window, and I could see the room I was in clearly. It was a good sized room, though not overly large, with the dresser and chair I had noticed before, as well as the large bed I was in, and a surprisingly large wardrobe set against the far wall. There was even a small fireplace, set next to the chair. The look and feel of the room was one of comfort and welcome, and I found myself wanting to stay in bed and relax, to let whoever had been caring for me continue to do so. But, now that I was close to being fully recovered, my curiosity as to my host, or hostess, got the better of me, and I found myself wanting to rise from the bed. The doing of this reminded me that, despite my feelings of recovery, I was not at full health yet. My left arm was wrapped firmly, yet softly, in cloth, and held close to my chest in a sling and, as I tried to move it, I felt a strong pain flow through my shoulder. As I stepped out of bed, my left leg nearly crumpled beneath me, till I adjusted my weight so I was standing mainly on my right leg. So, still wrapped and bandaged, and slowly hobbling forward, made my way out the door, and into the main room of the cabin. In the main room, I saw several large, soft chairs, and a big, wide, deep couch that seemed to beg one to come and rest upon it. All of these furnishings were set around a massive hearth in which glowing embers of the previous night's fire winked and sparkled amongst the ash. I could smell the good scent of a wood fire, as well as the mixture of many floral and herbal essences. The room had several windows looking out over the valley, and a huge, handcarved, oak table with chairs to match, sat under the largest of the windows. Afkhans, rugs, and animal skins covered the floor and furnishings, creating a homey, peaceful, welcoming look to the place, and I was to find that this was true for the rest of the cabin as well. However, as I was standing there, I heard voices coming from a room just off the living room. There were three that I could distinctly hear, and all were feminine. Assuming this was where my hostess' now were, I slowly made my way in that direction. As I approached, I could hear that they were talking about me. "Well, his fever broke two nights ago, and he has been sleeping soundly since then."The soft, musicaly feminine voice I remembered from before said."I think he will be up and around soon." "Good."This one was husky, sensually throaty, but still amazingly feminine."The Goddess has heard our prayers and healed him then. I am glad. I would not have wanted him to die in our care. Besides.."A giggle,"..he is very good looking!" "Yes, he is, isn't he?"Purred a voice that reminded me of the sound a contented cat makes."Definitely more so than he who came before at the Goddess' bidding, so we could perform the Great Ritual." "That one was called because of his heart, not his looks."Husked the second voice."He had the kindest, gentlest, yet strongest spirit I had ever sensed......until this one came along." "He is spiritually strong, isn't he?"Asked the first voice."Even when he came into the grove I sensed it, spiritually, emotionally and physically strong. Yet, though he was wounded, and desperate, he wanted to assure us he meant no harm." A soft sigh came from her, "To find such a man as that is rare." The other two laughed softly, then cat voice purred, "Yes, it is. In fact, the last time that occurred was over six months ago!" All three laughed at that. A moment later, I hobbled around the corner, and found myself in a large, if simple, kitchen that was filled with the smells of cooking meat, herbs, spices, and baking. I also found myself looking at three of the loveliest, most pregnant women I had ever seen in my life! Directly across from me sat a gorgeous redhead with long wavy hair that curled in ringlets about her face. She had dancing green eyes, smooth skin that was just lightly sun kissed, and a few faint freckles over her nose. She had a slender neck leading down to the deep neckline of her dark blue, flowing, peasent dress, and the very large, very round, twin mound of her breasts that thrust out beneath the fabric of her dress. She had full, lucious lips that, at the moment, were pulled back from a bright, white smile, and her slender fingers had risen to her lips to cover her mouth as she laughed. Seated as she was, slightly away from the table and turned in profile to it with her back facing the wall, the fact that she was very, very swollen with child was acutely obvious. The big mound of her belly bulged out beautifully from her otherwise slender body, a great, round, gravid curve of expectant life. I could see from the way she sat that she was incredibly comfortable with it. She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, even more so because she was so wonderfully with child. To her left, directly across from her, seated the same way, and wearing a similar dress of a pale pink, sat a lovely blonde with grey blue eyes the color of the sky just after a storm. Her long hair was pulled back, behind her ears, and cascaded down behind her in a long line of lustrous, golden silk. Her smooth skinned, high cheekboned, sculpted face was so classically beautiful, that, had she walked the streets of London, or any town for that matter, every man she passed would have fallen at her feet. Her breasts were even larger than the redheads, but more torpedo shaped, and less round. She had one hand on the table, holding a cup of tea, and the other arm draped over the ball of her big, round, pregnant belly. Like the redhead, she was very pregnant; with a belly that was big, round, and full of life. Again, I was struck by the overall sense of ripe, fertile beauty that seemed to flow from her. Had Aprhodite come to earth pregnant, I think she would have looked like this girl did. At the head of the table sat the girl who belonged to the musically feminine voice. I knew this because, as I was entering the room, she was speaking. She was the Gypsy looking beauty who had confronted me in the grove, and she was so lovely, so pregnant, and so sensually fertile that she nearly took my breath away. Now, seeing her in the sunlight, and with a clear head, I took note of her large, long lashed, innocent dark eyes and smooth, sun-kissed, olive skin. Her long hair was a rich, dark brown that flowed like liquid silk down her back, and her full lips were a delicious combination of pursed and pouty. She was also wearing a loose, low cut, flowing dress, though hers was of a cream colored fabric, and I could see how heavy and round her breasts were, for they were as big as the blonde's, and as round as the redheads. Yet, nearly dwarfing her rotund orbs of ripeness, was her belly, for it was nearly half again the size of either of the other girls. The great dome of her pregnant waist bulged out hugley from her slender, tiny body and, as she reached out to caress her hugely swollen sides, I found myself wondering just how many babies she was carrying within her womb. But, despite her huge belly, or, perhaps, more so because of it, I felt myself drawn to her more than the others, and I knew that, if I let her, she could capture my heart forever. Wiccans in Waiting Further thought was cut off by a squeal of surprise from the Gyspy girl, followed by the other two, as all three became aware of my presence. Before I could say anything, all three of them had heaved themselves to their feet and surrounded me. Before I could say a word, I was carefully but swiftly led to the couch and seated on it with my leg up and a soft cushion behind my back and head. A moment later, a comfortable afkhan was thrown over me. They had moved more quickly than I would have expected, and had me on the couch before I truly realized what had occured. I now sat there, with three beautiful, amazingly pregnant young women looking at me with a mix of concern, humor, and slight emberassment. "What are you doing out of bed?"Demanded the Gypsy as she attempted to look concerned. Unfortunatley for her, I could see her pleasure at my being up and about, and I knew her anger was only show. She had even crossed her arms, which only resulted in her pulling her dress tighter about her breasts and belly, showing off just how big everything was on her. I found the image quite stimulating, to say the least! The other two had their hands on their hips, as though they were preparing to lecture me, but, again, I could see them fighting smiles of pleasure at my recovery. I raised my hands, or rather, hand, in a sign of surrender. "I am sorry, I realize I should still be in bed. But, I awoke, and felt quite healthy, so I wanted to find out where I was, and who had been taking such excellent care of me." I looked the Gypsy in the eye as I spoke, and I could see her softening. "I am sorry if I startled you." She waved it off with a smile, and a pretty little flushing of her cheeks. "Don't worry about it. After living here, alone, for the past three years, with very few visitors, it is easy for us to forget that someone else is in our home." Her smile became more inviting, and she said, "By the way, my name is Miranda." "Hello Miranda."I smiled, loving the way her name felt on my lips. "My name is..... "Jake Sommers of the Royal Air Force."The redhead now swayed forward, and I noticed that, though not taller than me, she was the tallest of my three caretakers. Her juicy lips spread in a winning smile as she said, "We took the liberty of looking at your identification while you were incapciated."She held out her hand, "My name is Rhianon." "A pleasure to meet you."I took her slender fingers in my own strong ones, noting the strength that was present in them. "And I am Lyria."The blonde came forward, her lovely eyes sparkling and her smile brightening the room. She also held out her hand, which I took, then retreated back a few steps and lowered her big, pregnant body into a seat close to the hearth. As she did so, I looked around, and noticed the others had done the same. Miranda was seated in a chair close to me, in part I think to keep an eye on me to see if I needed anything. For her part, Rhiannon took a seat opposite Lyria, close to the fire. We talked for a few hours, drinking an herbal tea and eating homemade muffins. I found out that they were practicing White Witches who had moved into the valley, which they called the Vale of the Goddess, about three years ago. They were all in their early 20's, and had been performing a rather important ritual when I had come upon them. They offered to teach me some of their craft, once I was better, and if I was interested. They survived in the valley by farming, some hunting, raising goats, a few cows, some chickens and a few horses. It seemed there were also some fruit trees that blossomed almost year 'round. As they were being honest with me, and I could see no sign of them being in league with Hitler or anyon like that, I told them the truth. That I was a pilot in the US Navey, on "loan" to the RAF due to my skills as a pilot, sent out to spy out if Hitler was building weapons in the mountains and, if he was, to get photos of it. They all shuddered at the mention of war, their hands moving to their swollen bellies, and told me they hated violence of any kind. This was one of the reasons they had moved into the valley, for in it, they were far from any other people. "Ummm...if I may ask....how did all three of you become pregnant at the same time?"I was a little emberassed to ask this, but they were being so hones with me, and my curiosity was so strong, that the question came out before I realized it had done so. Rhiannon smiled mischeviously, and carressed her big belly slowly. "That will be our secret for now. But, in time, we may tell you." Although I wanted to press the issue, my natural curiousity peaked by the circumstances, I felt myself suddenly becoming very tired. I suspected that they had drugged my tea, to make sure I would get the rest I needed. I felt my head becoming heavy as Miranda heaved her hugely pregnant form up, out of her chair, and came over to me with a gentle smile on her face. She and Lyria helped me to my feet, and, leaning on Miranda, I made my way back to the bedroom, and into bed, an instant before a comforting darkness overtook me. As I slept, I dreamed of staying in the cabin, with my three lovely hostesses; caring for them, helping to raise their babies, working the valley to raise crops, or hunting in the woods for game. But, through all of it, I saw Miranda and I as a couple. I would, upon occasion, be with one of the other two, but only with Miranda's permission. I even saw Miranda hugely pregnant with my own children. The dreams filled me with a contentment, a peace, the likes of which I had never felt before, and I woke with a smile. As I came awake, I smelled the rich, welcoming smells of a fine breakfast being prepared. A few moments later, dressed in a white blouse tucked into a long, flowing red skirt, her hair covered by a Gypsy style headdress and bearing a tray loaded with an excellent breakfast, Miranda flowed into the room. She had a bright, beautiful smile on her face, and she seemed to glow with joy and life itself. She had worn her skirt in such a way that her blouse was tucked into it, and the waist of the rich red fabric was above her big belly, just below her amazing breasts, emphasizing what a gloriously beautiful pregnant girl she was. "Good Morning!"Miranda sang out as she came into the room. She swayed over to me, placed the tray on a bedside table, and lowered her gravidly swollen frame down, onto the bed, next to me. As she did so, I offered her my good arm for support, and she smiled at me gratefully. "Thank you!"She giggled softly."Getting up and down is not as easy as it used to be!"Miranda placed a hand on her big belly, gently draping her arm over it as she carressed her gravid waist with her free hand."Would you believe I still have three months to go?" The look on my face must have reflected my shock, for Miranda laughed with wicked delight as she saw my jaw drop and my eyes widen. "Did you think I was due sooner than that?" "Yes, I did, as you well knew."I could not help but smile at her trick. She had me good!"Are you truly not due for another three months?" Her eyes shining, Miranda nodded."Yes. Lyria and Rhiannon conceived on the same night, about a month before I did. They are due in the next two months." "If I may ask.....how many babies are you carrying?"I was still trying to comprehend what Miranda had been saying. If she was this big now, and she still had three months to go...! "Well...."Miranda was enjoying my shock, and was obviously wanting to drag out her answer."Rhiannon and Lyria are both carrying triplets......and....I....am....carrying....."Miranda was dragging it out, almost licking her lips in anticipation of my reaction."....quintuplets." She had succeeded in shocking me again. I had never heard of a woman carrying so many babies at once! Had she been in America, or London, or any of the "advanced" places in the world, I suspect Miranda, and the others, would have been told that they had to stay in bed for their entire pregnancy. But, now, as I looked at her, Miranda seemed to glow with health, vitality, and life, as though the very essence of creation were flowing through her, and I knew she would carry, and give birth to her babies safely. The three girls were safer here, in this valley, than anywhere else in the world. I could feel the truth of it. "Wow! Quintuplets...."I spoke in awe, my eyes on her hugely swollen belly beneath her red skirt. "That must be a heavy load to carry around!" "It is,"Miranda said with a smile, obviously more than pleased to be bearing the load."I seem to get bigger, and heavier, everyday. And these...."She cupped her big, round breasts in her slender fingers, hefting them slowly,"have already swollen to half again their previous size, and will swell even more once I start producing milk." I was about to ask, again, who had fathered the girl's babies, when Miranda gave a soft "oof!" and moved a hand to her huge belly. In doing so, she had pulled the fabric of her dress incredibly tight over her belly, and, as I watched, I realized I could actually see what appeared to be movement taking place beneath her skirt! "Are you all right?"I asked, wondering if it was just the babies moving, or if something else was occuring. "I'm fine."Miranda's smile was gentle, and glowing as she looked down at her fecund waist, then raised her eyes to meet mine."The babies are just moving a bit, and kicking me."Miranda giggled."I think they are hungry." Suddenly, Miranda's eyes lit up, and she asked, "Would you like to feel them move?" Before I could say anything, though I was about to admit that I did want to, Miranda took my right hand, the good one, and placed it on her big, round belly, just where her hand had been. I was instantly aware of the warmth of her body beneath the skirt, the smoothness of it, and how close my hand was to one of her lucious breasts. Then, I felt it, a sudden bulge beneath my hand, and, a moment later, another. Without thinking about it, I started moving my hand over Miranda's belly, softly feeling for more movement, and, in the process caressing Miranda gently. Miranda apparently enjoyed what I was doing, for, she placed one of her small hands on mine, and leaned back against me more firmly as her eyes closed softly and a barely audible, contented sound came from her throat. This continued for a few moments, both of us enjoying what was happening. Then, I suddenly realized just how intimate the moment had become. I also became aware that I was becoming uncomfortable, physically. The moment was charged and laced with erotic energies, and I could feel myself becoming excited as I continued to caress Miranda. The sight of her beautifully pregnant body, the feel of her warm form against me, and the scent of her was making my passions rise to an almost uncontrolloable level. I was able to remain calm, but just barely! But, Miranda was in control, for the moment. She opened her eyes slowly, a soft, inviting smile on her lips, then moved herself away from me. I could not help but notice that her eyes stayed on mine as she did so. "Well, it is time for your breakfast."Miranda said as she reached over to get the tray of food. As she did so, I sat more upright against the pillows, to make room for the tray of food. "Now, make sure you eat everything. You need your strength to recover." "Yes mother."I said with a smile, which made Miranda giggle as she heaved herself off the bed, and made her way out of the room. I ate everything they had given me, my appetite returning along with my health. Then, as a sudden lethargy came over me, confirming that they had drugged my food again, I fell into a deep, relaxing sleep. I awoke a few hours later as Lyria swayed in, bearing another food laden tray, and telling me it was time for lunch. She did not stay long, and I did not touch her belly, nor did I touch Rhianon's when she came in to bring me my supper, after yet another period of sleep. Surprisingly, my supper was not drugged, so I remained awake for a time after eating it. The girls had provided me with some books to read, stating that they wished me to stay in bed for at least two more days, to make sure I healed well, and I decided that reading sounded like an excellent exercise for my mind. I selected a classic, "Robinson Crusoe," and sat back against my pillows as I started to read. A few hours passed, and I was starting to feel drowsy, when I heard a strange, chanting sound coming from the main room of the cabin. Curious, I rose to my feet, surprised to discover that my left leg felt almost completely healed, and quietly made my way to the door. I peeked out, and saw all three girls kneeling in front of the fire, their eyes on a small, doll-like form in front of them. As I looked closer, I saw that the doll resembled Adolf Hitler, the new Fuhrer of Germany! Then, even as I recognized who the doll was meant to be, Miranda reached out, picked up the doll, and wrapped a cord around its body. "I bind you, in the name of the Goddess, from doing harm to anyone." Lyria then took it, bound it, and chanted, "I bind you, in the name of the Goddess, from causing destruction on the innocent, or anyone else." Rhianon took it, and bound it, in the name of the Goddess, from killing anyone. She then passed it back to Miranda, who started the process all over again, though with a different binding. As I watched, the doll went around the circle, and was bound from doing many things again, and again. It looked like they were doing magic of some kind, or at least they were trying to. My leg was starting to ache a bit, so I returned to my bed. That I was staying with some witches, or magicians of some kind I had already suspected, just as I had beleived that they were good ones, but, to see that they were truly on my side was a rather comforting thought as I slipped into bed and drifted off to sleep. I was awakened the next morning by the sounds of laughter and splashing, coming from outside one of the windows in my room. Without thinking, I rose out of bed, only partially aware that me leg felt fine, as did my arm, and made my way to the window. The sight that greeted me was one that, even now, five years later, is burned into my memory. My window looked over what was, for all intent and purposes, the backyard of the cottage. It was a vast expanse of green grass, flowers, and a large garden. It also contained a small waterfall that fed into a large pool of water, almost the size of a small lake. As I looked out my window, toward the lake, I saw all three of my hostesses playing and swimming in the water, as naked as the day they were born! Miranda was standing in water that was just up to the lower curve of her buttocks, her long, dark, wet hair lying flat against her back, the tips tickling her tight cheeks. When I first saw her, she had her back to me, but I could still see her hugely swollen waist bulging out to the sides, and even the outer swells of her big, round, milk swollen breasts. Then, she turned slightly, and I had a wonderful profile view of her as she pointed at something and called to the others. I could not believe how big and round her belly was, how it bulged out so incredibly from her slender body, then curved back between her legs..so swollen that it appeared to be pulling at the top of her sex, making it tight....I just knew it would be tight and wonderful...oh how it would feel to be with her! Sunlight was striking the drops of water on her skin, making them sparkle like crystals and shrouding her in a shimmer of light. To me, she was a goddess come to earth. Even as I stared, awestruck by the beauty before me, Rhianon and Lyria came up out of the water; their big breasts shaking and jiggling as they moved, finely feminine hips sashaying wonderfully, big, swollen bellies bobbing about as they moved. They came up to Miranda, and turned to look at what she was pointing towards, giving me a profile of three wonderfully pregnant, beautifully ripe and sensual beauties. I was in a paradise the likes of which I had never experienced before. How long they, and I, stood there, I could not say. But, a few moments later, the girls stopped watching what ever it was they had seen, gathered up their clothes, and started to make their way back to the cabin. As they did so, and not wanting to be caught staring, I quickly made my way back to the bed, picked up my book, and tried to act as though I had been reading. A few moments later, Miranda came in bearing a bountiful breakfast. As before, she sat at my bedside as we talked for a few moments. At one point, as we spoke, I reached out and placed a hand on her big belly, starting to caress it gently. Miranda responded as before, making a softly contented sound in her throat, and leaning back against me more firmly. How I wanted to take her in my arms and make love to her! But, I was not sure if that would be the right thing to do, so I decided to wait. Later that morning, I rose from my bed, and found that my leg felt as though it was perfectly healed. I also found that my shoulder felt that same and, upon removing the wrappings, I found that, in both cases, my wounds were now reduced to mere red spots on my shoulder and leg! I almost shouted out loud in my excitement as I hopped from one leg to the other, then did a back flip, reveling in the feeling of a good, strong, whole body! As I ended my backflip, Miranda came in with my lunch. She saw me in the midst of my flip and gave a squeal of surprise that nearly made me lose my focus. I maintained it, albeit barely, and was able to complete my motion and land on my feet without incident! "Ta - Da!"I sang out as I bowed before a stunned Miranda."Sommers circus is proud to present Jake Sommers, acrobat and pilot extraordinaire!" With a giggle, and a pleased light in her eyes, Miranda said, "I take it you are feeling better?" "Good as new!"I declared. Miranda set down the tray, then came over to me with a pleased, but hesitant look in her eye."I will be the judge of that. I don't need you to get all excited and active, and undo all that I have done." As she approached, I could not help but notice how lovely she looked in a flowing, pale blue peasant style blouse and a dark, almost black, skirt, both of which looked very tight as they stretched over her huge belly and breasts. She had worn her hair loose, and it framed her lovely face in a rich, silky darkness that shimmered in the sunlight that poured in through the windows. I could also smell her wonderful scent, a heady, sense enriching combination of feminine smells, and flowers. Her scent alone was almost enough to send me to the clouds! Miranda came up to me, and began examining my arm, then my shoulder. As she did so, I was acutely aware of just how close she was to me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the warmth of her body on mine, and scent of her filled my nostrils, and, her lips felt as though they were so close to me - all I had to do was lean down, and we could kiss! All I needed to do was drop my arm, and I would have her in an embrace as well. At first, I thought Miranda was oblivious to how I felt, and how I was reacting to her being so close to me. Then, I felt her big belly brush my waist, and the ramrod that was between my legs! She stiffened for a moment, and a flush came to her cheeks as her eyes moved to mine, and I could see that she wanted me as well! Then, just as I was about to drop my arms, and take her in the embrace I knew we both wanted to share, she stepped away, albeit reluctantly, and said, "You appear to be mending extremely well.....I am...glad. You may join us for supper tonight, if you wish." I nodded, thanking her for taking care of me as she stepped out the door. I knew she wanted me, and I wanted her, even as I knew that it was more than a simple sexual wanting. Somehow, I knew that she could make me life, and me, better than it, or I had ever been before. But, I would not press the issue. She was shy, and a bit uncertain about things, so, I would try and give her some time. Wiccans in Waiting I spent the rest of the day going through the few things I had brought with me, including some clothes which I pulled on so I would not be walking around in just my underwear. I then stepped out of my room, greeting the girls as they all sat around the fireplace working on sewing and knitting, and made my way out the front door for the first time since I had arrived. I made my way down through the rich grass and flowers, around the small lake, over a river....oh, how good it felt to walk normally again! Soon, I was running through the grass as I reveled in the natural, oxygen rich air, the heady aroma of flowers and fruits, vegetables and good rich earth. I was out for several hours, just taking in all that was around me, and loving every minute of it. I returned to the cabin just as the sun was starting to set, and found the girls all working away at a huge feast to celebrate my recovery. As I stepped into the main room, Lyria dressed in a flowing gown of pale green, came into the room bearing a steaming platter of venison. A moment later Rhianon, with her hair up and wearing a gown with some dark, floral pattern on it, came in bearing a fresh salad. Miranda followed, dressed as before, bearing a platter with a mass of fresh garden vegetables on it. Seeing me, she smiled shyly, then proceeded on toward the table. As each girl placed her burden on the table, she then turned and went back into the kitchen to get more food. I was amazed at the amount of food that was placed on the table. Finally, the girls announced that all was ready, and that we could sit down and eat. For a moment, I was too busy to sit, for I insisted on helping each girl lowere her gravid form into her chair. This made the girls giggle, and tease me abit about being a gentleman, but, I could see that they appreciated what I was doing. When I helped Miranda down, she gave my arm an extra squeeze, and, as I looked into her eyes, I could see that she was once again feeling her emotions for me rise to the surface. I gave her hand a soft squeeze in response, and was rewarded with a beaming smile in return. Once I took my seat, Rhianon asked their Goddess to bless the bounty before them, and thanked her for the same, then the lovely red-head announced that we could eat. And eat we did, with a passion and a gusto that one can only give to excellent cooking. As we ate, we talked and laughed with a genuine openess that I had never before experienced. At one point, as I commented on the amount of food on the table, Lyria quipped that they were eating for 14, so they required much provender. The girls also told me about their village, which was located a days hike from the valley. It was in another valley set on the mountainside, and it was a place much loved by those that lived there. The people in the village were all practitioners of Wicca, or White Magic, and were counted as some of the most powerful in Europe. It seems that every 7 years, three girls are chosen to live in the valley for the following decade, both to protect it, and learn from the Goddess. The three who were now before me, were the current residents, and had been so for the last three years. They still had four years of their sojurn to go. As I heard this, I asked how common it was for those sent to the valley to become pregnant, while in attendance. The smiles I received told me it was not unheard of, though Lyria allowed that to have all three of them be pregnant at once, and with multiples each, was a bit more rare. After the amazing feast, which was topped off by a wonderful homemade cake which Miranda had made, the girls told me to relax while they took care of the dishes. I tried to protest, but they insisted that I should take my ease, saying that they already had most of them taken care of anyway, and the kitchen was not big enough for me, and their life swollen bodies to be in there at the same time. I laughed at that, and moved to a seat by the fire, intending to relax. Unfortunately, I could not seem to take my ease. Perhaps it was because I had been in bed so long, but, I felt anxious, energetic, and wanted to be up and moving. I stuck my head into the kitchen, and told the girls that I was going out for a walk. Rhianon and Lyria, the only two in the kitchen, said that was fine, and that they would be waiting for me when I returned. I asked where Miranda was, and they said she was out as well, taking care of something for the babies. At the time, I did not think on it, but Lyria and Rhianon both seemed to have secretive smiles on their faces as they said this. I stepped out of the cabin, and started wandering about, going nowhere in particular, just enjoying the quiet stillness of the night, the cool breeze, and the new scents and sounds of the evening. I do not know how long I was walking, for I felt that time was meaningless, but, soon I started to hear a soft singing. Allowing my curiosity to lead me, I turned toward the sound, and soon found myself heading toward a tall, thick tree that rose up just on the edge of the wooded grove I had first seen when I enterd the valley. As I approached, I could see a soft, blue dome of light surrounding its base, and knew that one of the girls was there and working magic. The dome was a high one, nearly 8 feet or more off the ground at its peak, and it was wide around the base, making me wonder who was in there, and what they were doing. I stepped around the trunk, and saw Miranda seated on a thick, benchlike root, with her back resting against the trunk of the tree. She was dressed as before, in her skirt and blouse, but her hair was loose, falling down about her beautiful face in long, lustrous tendrils of dark silk. As I came around, I saw that she was weaving strands of a flower together, forming long braids of the flower as she went. At her side, resting on the root, was the dagger I had seen her use when she first confronted me, and another, smaller one with a crescent shaped blade that gleamed in the moonlight. Her legs were spread a little wider than was proper, to accomodate the bulk of her hugely pregnant belly, and masses of the flowers rested on, or cascaded over, her big belly. Her face was still, peaceful, and compose as she worked, her lush lips moving softly as she sang the spell that seemed to go with her weaving. Not wanting to disturb her, or the beautiful scene she made, I just stood there, watching her, and allowing my eyes to drink in the soft, almost ethereal beauty before me. Then, as she reached down for the crescent shaped blade, Miranda happened to look up, and saw me standing there. A soft, inviting smile crossed her lips, and she said, "Hello Jake. How long have you been standing there?" "I honestly don't know."I chuckled, self conciously aware of how I had been staring at her."I saw you, and I did not want to disturb what you were doing, so I just......" "Decided to stand there and stare at me?"Giggled Miranda. "Would you like to have a seat here, with me?" "I...I don't want to disrupt your.....whatever it is you are doing."I so wanted to be close to her, but, in truth, I did not want to disturb her. I could see that a Circle of daisys was around the tree, and that the blue glow began with them, so I also had no idea how to get in the circle to join her. "This? This is not magic Jake, I am just weaving lavender together, to be dried and put in the babies cribs after they are born."Miranda's smiled widened as she took note of my concern over what she was doing."It is soothing to the babies, and, in truth to the new mother as well. But, it is not magic."Now, a shy smile,"And I would welcome your company. Will you join me?" "Gladly."I said, amazed that my voice sounded normal, despite the hammering of my heart. "Then come."Miranda raised the dagger and, with a quick cut to her left, opened a door through which I could enter. After I had done so, she moved her hand to the right, and closed the cut, sealing us both in the glowing blue dome of light. The moment I stepped into the Circle, I felt a wave of almost overwhelming emotion come over me. The growing love I had felt for Miranda suddenly consumed me like wildfire. I could no more hold it back, then I could hold back the tide, and I found that I did not want to. I welcomed it, became drunk on it, and only wanted more. I swear, as I looked down at Miranda, I saw a golden line of light flowing from my heart to hers, and I knew she felt the same way. There was passion, oh, such erotically charged passion! but, there was so much more there as well. I knew I loved her, and would always love her, as she loved me. Her eyes shining, almost glowing, with the love she felt for me, Miranda raised her face toward mine, and I could see her cheeks were flushed, as though with fever, but no fever was upon her, save the fever of deep, passionate, true, love. "My Beloved." The words came from her lovely lips in a hushed, breathy, yet joyful whisper that seemed to fill the air around me. I fell on my knees before her, my eyes never leaving hers, and brushed the braids of flowers off her huge belly. I took her small, slender fingered hands in mine and gently, but firmly raised her to her feet, even as I rose to mine. Now we stood, she in profile to me, her swollen side pressing against the hard length of my desire for her, and the swollen curve of her breast pressing against my broad chest. I placed one hand at the small of her back, and the other on her huge pregnancy as she wrapped an arm around me, and her other hand went to her belly as well. By chance, or by the wishes of some higher power, her free hand came to rest on my hand that rested on the great curve of her belly. As our hands met, a shock of such potency, such raw emotion, passed over us, that we gasped surprise. For a moment, we just stood there, holding each other, looking into one another's eyes as if searching to see that the other truly felt as we did. Then, her eyes still on mine, concern now showing in their depths, Miranda softly said,"Beloved, can you, will you, accept these babies now within me as your own?" As if to emphasize her concern, we both felt the young within her move about, causing us both to look down at the gravid sphere of her belly. I could not help but smile as I did so, for I suddenly realized just how I did feel towards the babies growing within her. I raised Miranda's face to mine with a gentle finger placed under her small chin and, when she was looking me in the eye, I said, "I already have." Tears of joy spilled down Miranda's cheeks, as a smile bright enough to outshine the sun spread over her lips. "Then I am truly yours my beloved, Jake."She said with a musical laugh. Then, she nearly shouted with joy, as she placed both her hands on her greatly swollen belly, "WE are truly yours!" What happened next is hard to describe, for it was as though all the desire, the passion we had held at bay over the last few days was released by my acceptance of Miranda's babies. Suddenly, passionate wildfire overtook us, consumed us, and we were lost to it. I know I took her and pressed her against the tree, all but tearing off her clothes as I did so, and that she removed mine with equal intensity. I know that, as I pressed her against the tree, we kissed wildly, passionately, as our moans and gasps of want filled the air. I breathed in her scent like water, the taste of her was as a feast to me, and the feel of her was like the touch of all things deemed divine. Then, her breasts were before me, and I drank of her sweet, warm, honeyed milk with a passion that made her cry out in erotic delight, a delight that was almost akin to pain. Her belly was before me, and I ravished it with my lips and tongue as she gasped out her pleasure to the sky, and clutched at my head with her slender fingers, her head thrown back, eyes closed one minute, then snapping wide as she cried out in delight. I moved down, over her belly, to the rich, warm, wealth that was between her legs. I pressed my lips to her nether petals, and ravaged it with my lips and tongue as she screamed her pleasure to the sky, her body humping and undulating above me, shuddering and spasming from the pleasure of it. Her hands clutched at the tree, then grabbed, cupped, and kneaded her big breasts as she continued to scream her pleasure to the moon that now stood high above us. I felt her stiffen, shudder, then stiffen again as seh cried out in orgasm from my ministrations. Then, I felt her stiffen in a different manner. "Mmmmy....darling....oh..yes!!...p,p,p,prepare yourself.....sh..sh..she is here!"Miranda panted, her head snapping about in pleasure. "The....G,g,g,g,gGoddess....is here....she is in....meeeeee!!!!" At first, I was oblivious to what Miranda had said, for I had stopped using my lips, and was now using two fingers in her sex, moving them in and out, then around within the sensual folds of her sex, and making Miranda cry out in another orgasm. My other hand was on her belly, rubbing and caressing it as she moaned from the pleasure of it all. Then, as I started to feel a warm tingle spread over me, I looked up at the face of my beloved, and was startled by what I saw. It was Miranda's face that I saw, lit by passion, desire, and love, almost grimacing from the pleasure I was giving her, but there was now an unearthly sense about her and, as I looked closer, saw something that nearly made me step back. Miranda's eyes were now an almost glowing silver, and about her head there seemed to be a shimmering crown that was topped by a crescent moon! As if sensing my sudden discomfort, Miranda smiled and, through her passion, said, "Do not fear my darling, the Goddess is here, and she is blessing our union." Even as Miranda said this, the warm tingle that I had been feeling suddenly washed over me in a rush. I suddenly felt so MALE, it was amazing. I felt supremely powerful, strong, masculine and impossibly virile. I also felt as though I suddenly had horns on my head and, judgin by the look of awed joy on Miranda's face, I actually must have had horns. "My beloved, we are twice blessed!"Miranda gasped, "Not only is the Goddess in me, but the God is in you!" I was not sure what she was talking about, but I knew how I felt and, with an almost roaring growl, I came at Miranda, and she accepted me with almost wanton eagerness. I pulled her to the ground, atop me, and impaled her on me, filling her with my super charged manhood as she screamed in erotic delight, filling the air with her cries. She clawed at my chest, then leaned back and, with almost whorish skill, rode my length till it burst within her, filling her with my seed as we both screamed our release to the watching moon. After, we just lay on the grass, holding one another, content to lie naked together, beneath the stars, knowing that we had found the our soulmate. Then, Miranda dispersed the Circle, sending it out with the command to spread its energy of love all over the valley, and we dressed ourselves, both of us giggling in surprise that we had not actually ripped our clothes. We then gathered up the lavender braids, and with Miranda's arm in mine, we started to make our way back to the cabin. At one point, as we went, Miranda stumbled and, without thinking, gathered her in my arms, lifted her up, and started carrying her. She tried to protest, by I silenced her with a kiss and, with a soft sigh, she let her head rest on my shoulder as I continued to carry her. She was heavy due to her hugely swollen belly, but I have always been very strong, so I carried her with only minimal difficulty. "Oh, Jake."Miranda sighed sas she rested her head on my shoulder, her eyes closed softly. She moved a hand to caress my powerful forearm, "How strong you are! But also, so gentle. Even when the God was upon you, and you were so filled with wild passion, I could feel your concern that you not cause me any pain."She chuckled softly, moving her hand from my arm to my cheek as she raised her face to look up into mine."How much more can I be blessed? A handsome man who is strong of arm, yet gentle of heart loves me, and I him. Such a thing is the answer to prayer. Oh, my darling Jake, what lovely children we shall make and raise!"