Wicca, a fertility religion, requires intense study, and I had studied diligently for the required year and one day. In celebration, I was finally ready to participate in this year’s festivities as a true witch, not just observe them from aside. My time had finally arrived. That night, September 21, I would be the offered to the Green Man, thanking him for the bountiful harvest.
Throughout the light of the day, I was prepared in the traditional finery of Mabon. My body and mind in harmony. It was late in the after when my mentor, and good friend, led me to the sacred stream deep in the forest and close to where the Great Ritual would take place. The Great Ritual, a consensual sex rite, was private. Not many people knew the location, and in fact, only a select few would attend tonight’s festivities.
Last Mabon’s offering, my mentor, Silver, had the honor of bathing me in the flowing waters of the Holy Stream. I was instructed by the High Priestess to meet her there. It was late afternoon when I made it to the forest path. Dressed in the traditional robes, I was glad some of the summer’s warmth, because the sheer material did little to warm my naked body.
As I traveled the worn path, I was taken aback by the pristine blue of the sky, which seemed to compliment the dark greens that painted the trees. I was amazed by the vivid greens that had already begun to morph into crimson, gold, and orange. It was like Mother Nature was changing her dress. The spongy floor was covered in soft green moss that tickled my feet and dark brown mud that squished through my toes.
When I stepped out of the darkness of the forest and into the sunlight, my fiery red hair looked like the flames of a great bonfire. My sheer white sheath did little to hide my curves, as the orange fire orb in the sky silhouetted my lithe form. Gliding lightly on graceful feet, I approached the bank and reached behind my neck to release the clasp holding my dress closed. The silky white fabric fluttered delicately to my feet in a pool of shimmery white.
“Step into the water, my sister, and let me cleanse you of all impurities,” Silver said.
“Yes, my sister,” I replied.
The water, still warm from the hot summer, swirled around my ankles. I walked further out to meet Silver in the middle of the stream. The water got deeper, parting for me. It tickled the hair on my thick pussy lips. I stopped directly in front of Silver. The clear water reached my mid chest. The lukewarm water had my copper nipples standing erect and proud, and the dancing ripples kissed the tender underside of my full breasts.
“My sister, tonight you will be forever known as Morgana,” she said, as she drizzled several handfuls of diamond white drops over my head.
“Blessed be,” I said; water running down my face.
She wrapped her slender arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers. Her candy pink lips touched mine, and then her tongue slithered between my lips. My heart pounded in my chest. I had been waiting for a taste of her lips for so long now. My hands slid down her back to rest lightly on her hips, just above the swell of her ass globes.
Silver deepened the kiss further; her tongue ravished my hot oral cavity. Our skin was slippery from the sacred waters. Her skin felt like wet silk. My grip on her hips tightened, smashing her perky breasts tightly against my round globes.
I felt her hands leave my shoulders and travel to my hips. She pulled me closer; her pelvis ground against mine. She rotated her hips seductively, while her tongue plunged in and out of my wet mouth, making me groan with pleasure. I matched her rhythm with my own hips, and our combined motions made my clitoral hood dance over my swelling nub, sending sweet tingles throughout my spastic pussy.
“Sweet Morgana,” she whispered against my lips.
Silver broke her sweet kiss, leaving my lips swollen and tender. She led me out of the water to the sun warmed bank and pushed me to my back. She leaned over me, water dripping off her naked body and spread my white thighs. My copper colored pubic hair gleamed brightly in the late afternoon sun. Silver lay down on her belly between my wide open legs. Her warm hands framed damp pussy. Using her thumbs, she parted my slit, revealing my rose colored inner flesh.
“Your pussy’s so beautiful,” she told me.
I held my breath, as her breath got closer. A puff of her warm air danced over my clit, making it jump in delight. The tip of her tongue traced my tender inner folds, and I could feel my juices welling up inside me; just on the verge of spilling from my dark sheath. As her torturous tongue danced all over my pink flesh, my body grew stiff with unreleased need. Finally, after several long minutes of teasing, I felt he flat of her tongue lap upwards from my winking anus to my turgid clit. Her lips wrapped around my pulsing bud and sucked it into her mouth. She gnawed my moist flesh with her lip covered teeth, making me cry out sharply.
“Oh, my Goddess, please, don’t stop,” I wailed.
Silver twisted her fingers, forming them into a knobby “dick”, and pushed them inside my weeping hole. My heels dug into the muddy bank, as I pushed my hips up, smashing her face tight against my pussy. Silver tickled every inch of my slit with her fingers, lips, and tongue, until I was begging to cum and seeing pin pricks of light flashing before my eyes. My orgasm threatened to overtake me.
“You must save that power for the Green Man, Morgana. My job was too ready you for him. Believe me, my friend, if it was up to me, I would coat my face in your sticky cream, while I sucked the best orgasm of your life out of you,” she said, ceasing all her delicious torment.
I groaned in despair, but nodded my head in agreement. She got up, dug around in her bag, and pulled out several bottles of essential oils. The scent of roses, honeysuckle, and passionflower assaulted my nose, as she anointed me with some of the traditional scents of Mabon. An ivy crown adorned with brilliant sapphires was placed on my head, and my white sheath was draped over my shoulders, left open in the front.
Silver led me to the place where the Great Ritual would take place. Long tables were placed along the perimeter and filled with large bounties of steamed carrots and potatoes, as well as hardy stews made from the fresh ingredients that we had labored over all summer. The scent of warm bread had my mouth watering. Baskets of apples and pomegranates were overflowing, waiting to be eaten. Gourds of rich, red wine graced each table. It was a decadent sight to behold; a feast of great proportions.
The tables were decorated in reds, browns, yellows, and oranges to compliment the colors of the changing forest. Horns of plenty filled with gourds, acorns, pine cones, and dried seeds lay everywhere. Ears of corn, ready to be shucked, dotted various spots around the place.
As I feasted on the hardy stews and fresh vegetables, my thoughts were busy. Where was the Green Man? Would he accept my offering? I grew more anxious, as the light started to leave the sky. Although my mind was fuzzy from all the wine, and my body still ached with need, I felt balanced. The night grew darker, until the only light left was from the huge bonfire in the middle of the grounds. The forest, now in direct contrast from earlier, was black, and I could no longer see the crisp colors of the forest or the blue of the sky. Darkness had taken over. The innocence of the day was now the mystery of the night. Suddenly, I was nudged out of my cocoon of thought by Silver, who motioned for me to listen.
“Welcome friends! Tonight, we celebrate the Second Harvest! This is a time of balance, as tonight light and dark are now equal. We are here to honor the Goddess, as she ages from the Mother to the Crone, and the God, as he prepares for death and rebirth,” the High Priestess’ loud voice rang out.
“Blessed be!” the crowd sang.
“As we pay our respects to the impending darkness, let us remember to give thanks to the soil, now dark and barren. Without it, we would have nothing for the dark months ahead. Now…bring the offering forward,” she boomed.
Silver clasped my hand and pulled me forward. I was not as graceful as earlier; my stride wobbly from overindulgence. I stumbled forward toward the High Priestess. I heard the rhythmic beat of drums begin behind me; their steady beat starting to frenzy the crowd. I could feel the energy their dancing was generating and swayed to the music; my breasts bouncing slightly. My bright eyes watched the High Priestess draw the magic circle that would contain our sex energy. She left a magical door for the Green Man to enter the circle, and then cleansed the area with burning sage. Once she finished, she led me to the altar, which was draped in the ivy and decorated with yellow agate and lapis lazuli and stood in the center of the circle. Tobacco and myrrh burned in incense burners at each of the corners at the base of the altar.
The High Priestess raised her hands high in the air and chanted, “Oh, great Goddess, we are here to honor your darkness and to join the Green Man’s athame to our offerings chalice. Please, send us the Green Man, so that we may celebrate this time of equality and balance.”
I heard the tempo of the drummers grow faster, causing the vague shapes of the dancers to dance faster in the moonlight. The High Priestess returned to the altar to prepare me for the Horned God. She laid me back on the altar and pulled my body down, where my ass was at the very edge of the surface. Wrapping strong hemp ropes around my knees, she hoisted my legs high in the air. As the night air kissed my wet pussy, I lay there spread open…waiting.
A hush fell over the crowd, and my attention was drawn to the towering figure looming just outside the circle. His skin was deeply tanned; hair black and long. I couldn’t see his face, as it was covered with a mask, adorned with lavish horns. He was everything opposite of me; dark skin to my light skin; large and with harsh lines to my small and flowing lines.
The Green Man stepped into the magic circle. A rich, dark green robe lay draped over his shoulders and open down the front. His large cock, semi-erect, bobbed, betraying his need; his ball sac heavy and full of cum. He motioned for the High Priestess to prepare me for his seed. As I stared at his obscenely large member, I was doubtful that he would fit inside my small, tight pussy, and fear rose up inside me.