Lunar Ritual

It was silent apart from the horny owls tweeting.

My bare skin gleamed pearly white under my hooded cloak. Wisps of silver cloud threatened to unveil the moon in all her glory. Her mystery hung heavy tonight, occulted by grey mist.

The cool air roamed beneath my cloak, seizing my nipples with a chill. I trembled, although beneath my skin I sensed a stoney resolve. Tonight was the night of the full moon, ritual night.

My devotee was waiting for me in the shadows of the branches of a knarly oak tree and addressed me as I approached ‘Good evening My Lady’. He was naked except for a heavy brown cloak and mask framed with twigs and moss. A pair of antlers crowned his head. He instinctively kneeled before me. I extended a long red fingernail to lift his chin. Moonlight trickled through the branches, casting a beam of silver on his chin. His lower lip quivered almost imperceptibly.

I penetrated him with my gaze, letting him feel my unnatural power crawl beneath his skin. My night vision activated, and a surge of eros slithered across the forest floor, wrapping a viper-esque tendril around my bare ankle. Creepers traced their way up my inner thigh, the labia lips of my flower shuddering as a wave of bliss entered me. My eyes darkened, an inky elixir infusing my veins with untampered desire.

I withdrew my talons, and a soft whimper escaped his lips. His eyes fluttered momentarily, before bowing his head, with arms hanging limp at his sides.

“Who do you serve?” I breathed the words, yet they lingered on the air, sticky like treacle.

“I serve the Goddess, my Lady” he replied, eyes averted down to my feet.

Satisfied, I gestured for him to carry my basket of magical implements, and I led our way through the trees, his footsteps padding loyally behind.

My spidey senses were tingling, the scent of bluebells and wild garlic rose like heavenly musk on the night air. I was aware that my every step echoed through the mycelium network with an unspoken prayer ‘May we breathe as one’.

As my breathing slowed, I gradually expanded my sphere of awareness, attuning to the rhythm of the forest. A subtle shift became palpable… it was happening.

With every barefooted caress, the mossy carpet shone with a luminous holographic sheen. Drops of moisture glinted and danced from leaf to leaf, elusive as pixies. A hum vibrated beneath my feet. The spirit of the forest was listening intently…. listening to us.

As we approached the clearing, my heart began to sing in a tribal syncopation with the thud thud drum beat of the earth. I glanced back to notice the signs of enchantment steal across my devotee’s face. A dewy radiance glowed from within him, and his eyes sparkled with a pan kind of mischief. At the threshold to the fairy realm, a hawthorn tree swayed in benevolent guardianship of the gateway. I closed my eyes to breathe a timeless breath, and wordlessly appealed to the spirits of the forest for permission to enter. The edges of my vision stretched and warped like an elastic band, beckoning us forth. I took his hand, and we stepped through the archway of white blossom, never to emerge the same again.

The fire began to crackle, flames dancing in the shadows of the clearing. I felt the warmth relaxing my limbs. I began to move my hips in hypnotic trance, answering to a silent rhythm that only those with ears can hear. My body became the muse. I invited natural forces to flow through me. Moaning in longing, I howled to the moon, tracing my body’s silhouette with my fingertips. At the edges of the clearing, I caught glimpses of creature-like faces animating the trees, wizened hands stretching out their twig-like fingers towards us. The beady eyes of the forest were witnessing our scene, their whispers carried on the wind.

My devotee had been tending to the fire, and now he tentatively raised his gaze to my undulating body. I willed him to watch, as I burned inside with an intoxicating fever. My pussy pulsated, drips of moisture forming… drip drip…. Liquid torture as they rolled down my thighs…. I lost myself in wild abandon, raving to the primal sounds of the underground. I writhed above him, his eyes wide and unblinking. My fingers roamed my flesh, and I inhaled them hungrily into the entrance of my pussy. Shrieking ecstatically, I lost myself inside myself, and time melted.

In ceremonious fashion, I removed my fingers and held them up majestically to the glow of the fire. The red blood of my lunar cycle shone wet and crimson. I ritualistically marked his third eye with dark syrup, and his eyes gleamed with orange sparks. Illuminated by the blaze, the left side of his face flickered, as he began to change…. Shaking, he rose up tall before me, a wild werewolf on heat. He uncloaked himself to reveal his hard cock and a perfectly etched torso, gleaming amber in the flames. I admired his body, the way his muscles were sculpted as if designed to fit my contours. My bambi legs quivered beneath me, a doe trembling with anticipation as she faced her devourer. He took me by the waist and lay me down softly, on a bed of moss.

“Take me” I whispered, calling his name and burying my fingers in his hair. He ravished me sweetly, pulling my hair to bite my neck, my yielding howls evaporating into nothingness. He plunged between my legs, drinking from me as if a spring of lifegiving nectar. I felt beside myself, rainbow prisms of light pouring forth from my pussy. Time stretched until he reared his head, lips glossy with my juice. He kissed me and I tasted the metallic tinge on his tongue. He pinned my wrists above my head, and pressing the weight of his chest against me, I squealed in delight as he squished my breasts and began to forage for pleasure in all the nooks of my naked form. I squirmed my legs open, willing him to enter me and take me over the edge into oblivion and beyond.

His fingers were in my mouth, and I was drooling with an insatiable thirst. We became wild animals; clawing, biting, snarling like beasts…. until quite suddenly there was calm. We panted, chests heaving in unison, as we locked eyes. I held his gaze, leaning into those hazel hues with devotion, watching those smouldering coals as they faded between shades of obsession, wonder, terror and lunacy. Perhaps I merely saw my own reflection, yet it stirred something in me... Allowing myself to fall deeper into the mystery of his engorged pupils, I found only questions- Do I fear my power? Is there truly something dangerous swirling inside me, something untameable that remains to be seen….

In one fell swoop, he had me against a tree, my thighs wrapped around his waist, feeling delicate and petite in his strong arms. I felt his hot breath and facial hair nuzzling my neck, my own hair a tangled mess strewn across my face. In that moment I was fully his, and I begged him to enter me with my eyes. He slowly lowered my hips and I moaned, holding on for dear life. My nails dragged down either side of his spine and I kissed along his collar bone, up to his ears. He began to thrust inside of me, and I clawed madly at tree bark desperately trying to find something to cling to.

I was close to implosion, when mercifully he laid me down on a bed of bluebells and seized my hips, seamlessly flipping me onto all fours. Tenderly he kissed me from behind, and I strained to catch glimpses of his horned shaggy mane over my shoulder. My pussy throbbed and drooled, asking for a pounding. I watched his lashes flutter as his sparkling merlin eyes descended to gaze into the folds of my flower. I wanted to feel him deep inside me, yet he touched my petal with feather-light touches, alternating his fingertips with flickering tongue. Ecstatic tingles rang up my arching spine, as he teased with the tip of his wand at my opening. He began to grab the flesh of my ass, spanking and slapping me into a bucking frenzy until I could bare the suspense no longer. Then he drove inside of me half-way, pulsing subtly at the mid-way point until my pussy shivered, contracting in waves that drove him senseless. Loosing control, he began to glide deeper and deeper, growling as my pussy purred in sheer ecstasy. At the edge of the abyss, he withdrew and instinctively I knelt before him, surrendered utterly to his will. He buried his cock into my mouth and holding the back of my head he eased me deeper and deeper still, until my eyes were exploding from their sockets. Primal sounds emerged from my throat, hissing as I crouched low on my haunches. Time stretched and my mind dissolved a trance, no longer myself. I was merging, becoming one with the feral forest that moved through us.

I was gasping by the time he came. A fountain of cum poured down my breasts, a silver snail trail glittering in the moon light. We collapsed onto the forest floor, into a gooey warm embrace and he continued to touch me until I cried tears of bliss, my body melting into the earth. Waves of convulsions came until all that was left was peace. I lay my face against his chest, smelling the familiar scents of sweat, twigs and dirt. The stars shone bright above the clearing, and an owl hooted. We slept bathed in pure moonlight, filtered through the branches of an ancient oak. Goddess and God reunited, leaving squashed bluebells in their wake.