Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ A Ritual for Two ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: eriste 
This is an original one-shot. It's about a ritual for two in the woods. R&R.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Fantasy / Occult | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.27.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 944 | Visits: 676 | Status: Completed
This is an original one-shot. It's about a ritual for two in the woods. R&R.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Fantasy / Occult | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.27.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 944 | Visits: 676 | Status: Completed
A Ritual for Two
by: Eriste
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It's a magical night. The fire is lit, the table laden with mead and oatcakes. Two figures stand side by side, one wrapped in green cotton as soft as any silk, the other in rich purple.
They watch as the light fades from the sky, waiting for the magic of the night to spill forth. Theirs won't be the only fire lit tonight.
Dusk gives way to twilight, the moon lazily rises, the stars brighten. The first sparks of night's life awaken.
The couple turns to the table, taking the chalices filled for just this purpose, and several of the oatcakes, and place them on the altar as offerings for the Goddess and the Horned One, asking for Their blessings for this night.
Once done, they drift back over to the table, robes loosening, neither noticing as their distinctly different bodies become visible under the flowing material.
Both are moving as in a daze, the night's heady power starting to flow into the forest clearing where they stand, eating, drinking, and being merry. Tis the season.
They joke softly, knowing that soon, the dance would begin. They could already feel the pull of it deep inside. The intensity growing by the minute, the night's sounds becoming a timeless tune.
With the thundering of their hearts providing the beat, they begin to dance. The pace quickens, mead and magic fueling their bare feet, robes billowing wildly.
She would be Ceridwen to his Cerrannos tonight. She would give him the hunt he desired.
Capturing her about the waist, he pulls her to him for a searing kiss, robes carelessly slipping from their shoulders. He twirls her away from him, holding onto the sleeve of her loosened robe.
The time wasn't yet here. The chase continues as she dances away, leaving him with her clothing. He quickly tosses both robes aside and pursues her.
He caught her by suprise once, but she knew it would happen again. She would make him work for his conquest, oh yes, but eventually, she would succumb to the night and then, she would be his.
She quickens her pace, twirling gracefully and sensually, the firelight tossing shadows and gentle light upon her features. Dancing after her, he caught glances of the silver medallion resting in the valley between her breasts, the woad tattoo of the symbol of the Triple Goddess on her shoulder blade, the hidden vale waiting to be explored between her rapidly moving legs.
She was once again caught by the magic of the night, and danced past his still form, too caught up in the moment to notice. She almost danced by him again, when he reached out and grabbed her arm, crushing her to him in a tight embrace.
He tired of this hunt, and wanted her now. She gasped at the fervency in the kiss he laid on her lips. Using her moment of suprise to his advantage, he scoops up her slight form, bridal style, and carries her to a soft grass covered area just outside the fire's flickering light.
He gently lays her down, brushing tendrils of hair off her startled face. Before she can utter a word from those delectable lips, he kisses her again. Her mouth still open from her attempt at speech, was quickly explored by his eager tongue.
His hands moved, one from her shoulder to her jaw, tilting her head to the side to allow him access to her tender neck; the other from her outer thigh to her hip, his thumb lazily tracing patterns on the sensitive skin.
She raises her arms, hands tangling in his hair, raised knee drifting to the side in aquiesence.
It was time. They surrendered to the power, their heartbeats matching the drums that had once beat across the ancestral home of their faith.
Lazy strokes of hands bring sighs to well-kissed lips. Teeth and tongues swept across sensitive necks and ears bring forth low moans. Legs tangle together, heated flesh pressed to wet folds.
The anticipatory feel of the night pressed against them.
He moans, she sighs, as their bodies become one. They move slowly at first, becoming aquainted with each other's bodies. Then, the urgency returns full force. He thrusts into her faster, driving her closer to the edge of sweet oblivion. Her moans grow louder, her silken walls clenching him, her nails biting into the flesh of his back. The golden coil winding in her body snaps, sending her tumbling over the edge as she grips him tighter and screams her pleasure to the deities above. He quickly follows her over, face buried in her sweetly scented hair.
The stars twinkle peacefully over head, bearing witness to the couple's tribute to the Gods and the season.
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Author's Note: This is an original one-shot. It just came to me one evening during my ponderance outside. It has been a long time since I posted anything original on any site. Let me know what you think, constructive criticism is appreciated, as is complete adoration. Flames will be ignored. Questions will be answered, if they are asked. I am debating about taking this idea and changing it and making it into a longer story. If so, I will need a beta. So, R&R.
Blessed be!
Eriste
by: Eriste
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~
It's a magical night. The fire is lit, the table laden with mead and oatcakes. Two figures stand side by side, one wrapped in green cotton as soft as any silk, the other in rich purple.
They watch as the light fades from the sky, waiting for the magic of the night to spill forth. Theirs won't be the only fire lit tonight.
Dusk gives way to twilight, the moon lazily rises, the stars brighten. The first sparks of night's life awaken.
The couple turns to the table, taking the chalices filled for just this purpose, and several of the oatcakes, and place them on the altar as offerings for the Goddess and the Horned One, asking for Their blessings for this night.
Once done, they drift back over to the table, robes loosening, neither noticing as their distinctly different bodies become visible under the flowing material.
Both are moving as in a daze, the night's heady power starting to flow into the forest clearing where they stand, eating, drinking, and being merry. Tis the season.
They joke softly, knowing that soon, the dance would begin. They could already feel the pull of it deep inside. The intensity growing by the minute, the night's sounds becoming a timeless tune.
With the thundering of their hearts providing the beat, they begin to dance. The pace quickens, mead and magic fueling their bare feet, robes billowing wildly.
She would be Ceridwen to his Cerrannos tonight. She would give him the hunt he desired.
Capturing her about the waist, he pulls her to him for a searing kiss, robes carelessly slipping from their shoulders. He twirls her away from him, holding onto the sleeve of her loosened robe.
The time wasn't yet here. The chase continues as she dances away, leaving him with her clothing. He quickly tosses both robes aside and pursues her.
He caught her by suprise once, but she knew it would happen again. She would make him work for his conquest, oh yes, but eventually, she would succumb to the night and then, she would be his.
She quickens her pace, twirling gracefully and sensually, the firelight tossing shadows and gentle light upon her features. Dancing after her, he caught glances of the silver medallion resting in the valley between her breasts, the woad tattoo of the symbol of the Triple Goddess on her shoulder blade, the hidden vale waiting to be explored between her rapidly moving legs.
She was once again caught by the magic of the night, and danced past his still form, too caught up in the moment to notice. She almost danced by him again, when he reached out and grabbed her arm, crushing her to him in a tight embrace.
He tired of this hunt, and wanted her now. She gasped at the fervency in the kiss he laid on her lips. Using her moment of suprise to his advantage, he scoops up her slight form, bridal style, and carries her to a soft grass covered area just outside the fire's flickering light.
He gently lays her down, brushing tendrils of hair off her startled face. Before she can utter a word from those delectable lips, he kisses her again. Her mouth still open from her attempt at speech, was quickly explored by his eager tongue.
His hands moved, one from her shoulder to her jaw, tilting her head to the side to allow him access to her tender neck; the other from her outer thigh to her hip, his thumb lazily tracing patterns on the sensitive skin.
She raises her arms, hands tangling in his hair, raised knee drifting to the side in aquiesence.
It was time. They surrendered to the power, their heartbeats matching the drums that had once beat across the ancestral home of their faith.
Lazy strokes of hands bring sighs to well-kissed lips. Teeth and tongues swept across sensitive necks and ears bring forth low moans. Legs tangle together, heated flesh pressed to wet folds.
The anticipatory feel of the night pressed against them.
He moans, she sighs, as their bodies become one. They move slowly at first, becoming aquainted with each other's bodies. Then, the urgency returns full force. He thrusts into her faster, driving her closer to the edge of sweet oblivion. Her moans grow louder, her silken walls clenching him, her nails biting into the flesh of his back. The golden coil winding in her body snaps, sending her tumbling over the edge as she grips him tighter and screams her pleasure to the deities above. He quickly follows her over, face buried in her sweetly scented hair.
The stars twinkle peacefully over head, bearing witness to the couple's tribute to the Gods and the season.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*
Author's Note: This is an original one-shot. It just came to me one evening during my ponderance outside. It has been a long time since I posted anything original on any site. Let me know what you think, constructive criticism is appreciated, as is complete adoration. Flames will be ignored. Questions will be answered, if they are asked. I am debating about taking this idea and changing it and making it into a longer story. If so, I will need a beta. So, R&R.
Blessed be!
Eriste