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It was almost dusk by the time we had reached the top of the hill. The moon
was low on the eastern horizon, preparing for its nightly passage across the
sky. I looked around and drew a deep, joyful breath. "The stars will be out
soon," I said to you as you laid down your pack. You looked up at me and
graced me with a smile. I have always loved your smile, and this night it
felt doubly special to me. I smiled back, feeling the warmth emanating from
you, and set to my task. Opening the backpack, I retrieved the objects we
would need for the night ahead. Two black-handled knives, each with personal
symbols cut into their hilts, and four cords, each of a different colour. If
we were still at home in our apartment in the city, more objects would have
followed, but here, under the sky and with the good earth under us, anything
more would have been an intrusion. I placed our packs underneath a nearby
tree. Next to them, I placed the two containers we had brought, one filled
with honey cakes, the other with a sweet dandelion wine, the fruit of the
very fields around us. They would come later, in their own time. Turning my
thoughts back to you, I turned as well, to see you standing there, awaiting
me. Quickly, I arranged the cords in a circle around you, green to the
north, yellow to the east, red to the south, and blue to the west. I joined
you at the crest of the hill, in the centre of the circle I had just laid.
We were ready to begin. You grasped your knife firmly, with the confidence
of one who had done this many times before, and with the authority of one
who had earned the right to do so. You passed the knife about the circle,
cutting a similar circle in the air, stopping only at the spots where the
cords had been laid. North, east, south, west you travelled, and I travelled
as well, following your movements with my own in perfect harmony. How many
times had we done this? A hundred? Five hundred? No matter, it was done now,
and as I passed over the steps you had trod, I knew that you had cut a space
more real than the trees and grass around us. The knives were laid aside
then, as were our garments. I gazed at your beautiful form, with its high,
proud breasts, flat stomach and long, muscular legs. I had always admired
your body, and I drank it in once more with renewed delight. I, too, stood
naked beside you. I felt no shame as your eyes travelled down my body, then
back up again to stare into my own. Rather, I felt pride at being worthy of
your acceptance and your love. I had always strove to be the best for your
sake, and now I felt the rewards of my efforts. With these thoughts still in
my mind, we both turned as one to the east. With hands outstretched before
us, we welcomed the elements of air to join us. After a moment, we turned,
raising our hands high above us in clenched fists as we called the forces of
fire to us. Around we went in turn, cupping our hands before us as we called
the water and lowering them as we called the earth. Now we were ready for
the most important act. We turned to face each other. I raised my right hand
above me as you raised your left. My upraised hand formed the sign of the
horns, as my index finger and little finger outstretched. You held your
index finger and thumb in a crescent shape. We were ready. No words were
necessary, not here, not now. All that was needed was a feeling of love for
all that was around us, and receptiveness for those who made it, who
maintained it, who were it. In a moment, I was a man transformed, a God. I
felt the power roar through my veins, and pulled more up from the ground
under my feet. I felt the confidence of the master of life and death, the
lord of all that walks the earth and soared in the skies. I felt the weight
of antlers on my head, a crown of power and beauty. I looked at you, my
Lady, and saw, not a person, but a Goddess. You were now my compliment in
every way. Where I was the creatures of the earth, you were the earth
itself. Where I was the sun, you were the moon. Where I was crowned with
horns, your head was encircled with a ring of stars, through which I
glimpsed the rising moon, full and strong. As I now looked at you, strong
and willful, my greatest of loves, I was inflamed with desire. I grabbed you
by the waist and pulled you to me, locking you in a strong embrace, filled
with passion. My mouth sought yours and yours sought mine, and we held each
other for a time, out tongues locked in a desperate battle. I probed your
mouth with great passion, giving you all I could give, determined to
pleasure you as much as I could. You responded in kind, gently moving your
body against mine. It was you who broke the kiss, only to place more about
my head and neck, moving ever lower to my chest and down my torso. When you
had finally sunk to your knees, you stopped, taking a moment to gaze
hungrily at my manhood. You grasped it in your cool, delicate hands, holding
the shaft with one hand and cupping my balls with the other. Then you
lowered your head and kissed the tip, slowly smearing the pre-cum with your
tongue. With lips, tongue, and teeth, you forced the foreskin back, only to
swirl your agile tongue around the now exposed head. Ecstasy filled me as
you sucked, now licking the head, now sliding your lips along the length of
my shaft, now taking first one, then the other of my scrotum into your
mouth, sending thrills of pleasure through me. At another time, another
place, I would have been content to let you continue until I burst, filling
your eager mouth with my cum, but my Lady of the fields deserved much more
this night. Grabbing you by the shoulders, I pulled you upwards and kissed
you once again, tasting the mix of your saliva and my own salty juices in
your mouth. You looked imploring at me, as if asking for more. More you
would have, I thought, but I shall have it as well. This time it was I who
broke the kiss, pushing back your hair and moving around to suck on your
earlobe. As I did so, my hands travelled down your back to your ass, where I
massaged just below the tailbone, a spot I knew to be sensitive for you. My
kisses travelled lower, down your neck to your beautiful breasts. I took one
tit into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on the hardening nipple, teasing it
with my tongue. You let out a gasp of passion as I took it between my teeth,
biting gently. I moved to the other breast as my hands moved lower, down the
crack of your ass to the hole I found there. A wetness around your hole
increased as I rubbed one finger, then the other upon it, bringing more
gasps from your lips. The tip of finger slipped gently inside as I sucked on
the other nipple, now fully hardened with your excitement. Having brought
you to full excitement, I abandoned your breasts and moved lower, down your
belly, pausing only to lick at your navel. As I moved lower, I now moved you
down with me, until you were lying on the grass, your arms outstretched,
with me lying below you, my head now between your legs, kissing and licking
at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Licking closer to the tops of
your thighs all the time, I took my time, increasing your arousal so that
every touch and every breath that stimulated your nether lips brought a
bucking of your hips. I could hear the labored sound of your breathing and
the gripping of your hands into the earth at your sides. It was time. I
lowered my head and gently drew my tongue from the lowest end of your cunt
to the highest, drawing from you a deep sigh of pleasure. Taking this as my
cue, I fell to work, rubbing my tongue along the outer lips, and finally
licking up the sweet juices that had begun to leak out. Your pussy lips had
now begun to puff up in their excitement, and I parted this beautiful pink
butterfly with my lips, darting my tongue deep inside, tasting the wetness I
found there, savoring the scent of your vagina. I began to move higher,
toward the seat of your pleasure, but you stopped me. You turned me onto my
back, then straddled my face. From this new position, I again drove my
tongue into your soft pussy, to be rewarded not only by the taste of your
love juices, but by the feeling of your mouth once again devouring my cock.
As I moved upwards, alternately teasing your clitoris and probing your
depths, you took my cock deep into your mouth, sometimes fucking me in a
slow rhythm, assisted by one hand pumping my shaft and the other squeezing
my balls, and teasing my head with your tongue, swirling it around my glans
and probing the opening, smearing the pre-cum over the surface, only to take
it deeper once more. I rose higher and higher on a cloud of ecstasy, and you
told me the same in a story of bucking hips and muffled moans. I was nearing
the peak, so I began to lick in earnest, drawing your clitoris out of its
hiding place and drilling hard against it with my vibrating tongue. You
answered me by sucking all the harder, pumping my cock furiously and bobbing
your head in wild abandon. Finally, I could take no more, as I felt my cum
building in the balls you were now frantically squeezing. I drove my tongue
into your clit, swiping my mouth all over your pussy, soaking my face with
pussy juices. Then I came, even as you did. As my cock exploded, shooting
jet after jet of thick cream down your waiting throat, your body became
stiff, and shook with a powerful orgasm, wetting my face more with the
proofs of your climax. We both came for what seemed like hours, with you
gulping and licking up my cum, and me moving my tongue to place after place,
prolonging your orgasm until we were both spent. Afterwards, we lay on the
grass watching the stars, hand in hand, as the moon continued on to take its
place high in the heavens. I looked at you and marvelled. Had it really been
a year since our Handfasting? Since we committed ourselves to pleasing each
other and those around us as a couple? Tomorrow, the time would come to
renew that vow, but for tonight I was content to lie in the happy glow that
sharing love with you gave me. The moon now stood high, and I looked at you
with what seemed like new eyes. A warm, happy glow surrounded you, stronger
at points, above your breasts, about your lower regions, and most of all,
around your eyes. I looked into those eyes again, and felt the same glow
infect me, one of love, of warmth. This was not the lust I had experienced
before, that of the powerful lord and his equally powerful lady, but rather
a relaxed and intimate love as shared by two who have loved together many
times before, and who revel in the confidence of each other's bodies and
hearts. With this feeling, I reached out to you again. You came to me
easily, your mouth meeting mine in a long, slow embrace that lasted for what
seemed like days. No need to hurry now, as I held you with one hand and
slowly massaged the back of your neck with the other. You contentedly sighed
at this, and held me closer, happy in your lover's arms. Then, with a
certain casualness all your own, one of your hands slipped slowly down my
back to my hips, where it smoothly passed between us to rest once more on my
manhood. You slowly fondled my member, taking your time, caressing the
shaft, idly playing once more with my balls, pushing the skin back from my
growing head, and letting it slide back once again. You did all this as you
had many times before, and you were expert at it, bringing me slowly back to
erection without the slightest hint of rush. I pulled back from our embrace
to caress you in turn. Slowly, my hands cupped your breasts, playing with
them, squeezing and releasing, rolling the nipples between thumb and
forefinger, gently pulling them and softly pinching. One hand I left to
continue playing, while the other sought your pussy. Once again, you were
wet, and as my fingers traced the outline of your sensitive lips, the
wetness grew. I rubbed at the area around your clitoris until you could
stand it no more. Slowly and purposefully, you rose, not quite breaking our
embrace, until you knelt beside me. You motioned me onto my back, with my
stiff prick saluting the heavens. You took it in your hands once more, not
to play but to guide, as you straddled me and lowered yourself to the tip of
my prick. You didn't let me enter you immediately, however, brushing the tip
of my cock against your sweet pussy. I could feel the exquisite tickling of
your bush as it rubbed lightly against me, and I could see from your face
that you were getting much pleasure from it as well. But this could not
last, however, and soon you let yourself sink slowly and smoothly onto the
entire length of my cock. Your face was a study in rapture as I filled you,
and I revelled in the slick tightness of your pussy. You rested there a
while, your inner muscles flexing, squeezing my prick in a regular rhythm of
tightening and relaxing. It felt so good lying there, buried within you,
feeling the slow pumping of your vagina. Then you started to move, slowly at
first, then faster as you purposefully rode my cock to greater heights of
pleasure. Your breasts bobbed with each movement, and I took them in my
hands, torturing the nipples as you rode me, drawing from you gasps of
pleasure, which became ever greater with each thrust. As you rode, plunging
your cunt onto my swollen cock, my desire for you grew, and as I watched and
felt each movement your now frantically bobbing body made, I began to reply
with thrusts of my own. This only served to excite you more, as your gasps
turned to groans, and I grabbed you firmly, stopping your ride, and turning
us both, so that now you were the one on your back and I was thrusting
deeply inside your pussy. I straightened your legs and held them apart in a
wide V as I drove into your cunt, meeting your bucking hips at each thrust,
drawing not groans or gasps, but screams of pleasure from your open mouth. I
thrilled at each movement, the feeling of power growing between our two
bodies at every move, until I scarcely felt we could hold any more. Once
again, I felt the weight of antlers upon my head, but they were not the sign
of royalty, but a mark of strength, of virility, as I pleasured my consort.
You were transformed into the Goddess, full of love and lust, sharing her
pleasure with her chosen Lord, becoming one in the ecstasy of our union. For
a moment, I felt the two of us merging, changing, aware not only of our two
joyfully linked bodies, but of all that surrounded us, the joy of creation
and life itself. And we were a part of that joy, a triumphant song to be
sung throughout nature. Then, in a release that shook us both, the power
left us, suddenly amplified and released into the heavens, to return from
whence it came. Your body stiffened then, shaking in a violent orgasm. I
thrust most strongly then, and my cock exploded into your spasming cunt.
Shot after shot of warm, sticky cum I shot into you, thrusting madly into
your pussy, as you shook and gasped, arching your back in your pleasure. Our
orgasms blended with each other, our cries calling out as one, as our
passion was released. I gave one final shot, as your body shuddered one last
time, gripping my shrinking cock, then letting it go at last. I slid out of
you and we held each other tightly, broadcasting love to each other with an
intensity rarely surpassed. How long we held each other, I cannot say, but
when I finally looked up, I knew that the moon had been at its zenith the
very moment we had shared our climax. The realization was not lost on you,
and I knew you realized the fact just as I had. I looked into your eyes yet
again, and I saw a beauty there, unsurpassed in all the world. I loved you
then as I love you now, my darling. For now and forever, through this life
and through many more to come. I love you.