Mounting passions
The evening's festivities died down like ebbing waves on the cold sea shore. Inflamed drums and hot string turned to the sensuous strumming of the lyre and the remaining few reclined on cushions in random corners entwined in each other's arms. The elders had left for bed with the youth remaining to celebrate this the first night of the worship of the Goddess, to celebrate her fertility and all that was good.
Aideen sat comfortably on a window sill facing the west, her back supported by the strong frame, her feet drawn up before her such that she wrapped her hands around, curling up in the night time winds. Her makeup remained alive on her face, her jewelry hung heavily on her slender frame and she was lost in thought...so lost that she missed not her betrothed nor her cunning sister.
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Myrna lit a candle in a room locked away from the rest of the Halls. Beside a few rugs that lay rolled up in one corner, the room was bare. One huge window opened to the east and steady currents of wind came in - but candle stayed alive by some sheer energy imbued by mystical charms.
She began muttering some sacred formulea. Her breathing slowed to calculated inhalations and her chanting became more pronounced. She swayed slightly then suddenly she shouted forth, "Aingeal! I summon thee! Lord of the Wind come to my aid!"
The trees round the Halls trembled violently, open shutters rattled against the walls and the clouds were wiped away from the sky. In the eerie glow that remained on this New Moon's night the breathing, corporeal form of Aingeal took shape on the broad window sill of her room. His massive wings folded in on his back as he stepped gracefully inside. His creamy skin radiated divinity and seemed almost luminous, rivalling the very candle that remained lighting.
He stood stately before the old woman and spoke, "Greetings, Myrna, blessed by the gods." As he spoke, his very words came as soothing currents of wind and filled the room with the fragrace of jasmine.
"Welcome O gracious one. Accept my humblest respects and kindly fulfill my wish this night." She spoke with the humility of a mortal standing before a superior of the world.
"Speak and wish shall be granted. It would be an honour to serve one who has pleased the Divine creatures as you have."
"Take me to the Oracle of the Goddess. I have no other means of reaching that place most secret. It is most urgent that I hear of the future for my lineage. These are very bewildering hours for me and my clan as politics and forces beyond me control toy with our lives."
"As you wish."
Powerful gusts of wind filled the room. The became thick almost palpable as they grew stronger and stronger then all at once they untied beneath her and lifted her into the air. With a speed surpassed not even by the wings of the falcon she was swept off the visit the Oracle of the Goddess...
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Elsewhere, in a small glade there roared a fire. Its tongues lept into the skies taking newly made offerings to the most feared of Goddesses. And Helena chanted the mystic formula wildly intoxicated with the blood of a freshly slaughterd deer.
Aidan's eyes peered through the jungle surrounding the glade. He smelt the burning flesh of the sacrificed deer and made his way stealthily to the clearing. He saw her. She was completly nude, her hair hung untied about her. Magical desigins were smeared on her sleek body; they were red, blood red. As concluding rites, she stood up and emptied a pitcher of water down her body, washing away the deer's blood. The water fell in cascades and shone in the light of the untamed fire.
Her body appeared reddish orange in the light and heat and aroused the deepest most unsatiated desires in Aidan. He moved toward her.
She looked at him as if expecting his presence and grinned almost condescendingly. He spoke through hisses,"If you think that it was by the power of your petty rituals and charms that I have come, then you are certainly foolish. I too practice the Old ways. My armoured charm is far more powerful that your little mystic darts." He held her head and grasped her hair behind, pulling her head backward. Moving his face closer to hers such that his lips were a blade's distance from her neck, he said,"If I have come tonight, it is because I want you. I want your body. I want to share in the lust that we both feel." His breath felt hot on her neck.
Her breathing got deeper with anticipation. Her heavy breasts heaved as he let his lips caress the taut skin on her neck. She shivered as his kisses grew impatient and nearer and nearer to her very chastity.
O night of blemish! O night of dark and Ancient ritual! O night that sees the passionate, the heaving bodies consumed with lust and engaged in release. Look! Look as she lays him on the ground. Look as he lies there supine...energised only by her sexual presence; by her activity. She rises and falls like the waters of a wild fountain and he does naught but lies awash with fulfillment. The woman controls...he is the deer being sacrificed to his orgasm and she is the Goddess recieving the most precious gift in her womb...
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Myrna returned from the Oracle in fit of agitation. She searched frantically for Aideen and Aidan. Polar opposites were clashing...the virgin Goddess must concieve before the end of the worship...the lineage must be preserved...She finds Aideen sitting engrossed in herself on the cold wnidow sill and she speaks with doom in her voice,"The child concieved tonight will rule hereafter..."
Silence
The evening's festivities died down like ebbing waves on the cold sea shore. Inflamed drums and hot string turned to the sensuous strumming of the lyre and the remaining few reclined on cushions in random corners entwined in each other's arms. The elders had left for bed with the youth remaining to celebrate this the first night of the worship of the Goddess, to celebrate her fertility and all that was good.
Aideen sat comfortably on a window sill facing the west, her back supported by the strong frame, her feet drawn up before her such that she wrapped her hands around, curling up in the night time winds. Her makeup remained alive on her face, her jewelry hung heavily on her slender frame and she was lost in thought...so lost that she missed not her betrothed nor her cunning sister.
*********
Myrna lit a candle in a room locked away from the rest of the Halls. Beside a few rugs that lay rolled up in one corner, the room was bare. One huge window opened to the east and steady currents of wind came in - but candle stayed alive by some sheer energy imbued by mystical charms.
She began muttering some sacred formulea. Her breathing slowed to calculated inhalations and her chanting became more pronounced. She swayed slightly then suddenly she shouted forth, "Aingeal! I summon thee! Lord of the Wind come to my aid!"
The trees round the Halls trembled violently, open shutters rattled against the walls and the clouds were wiped away from the sky. In the eerie glow that remained on this New Moon's night the breathing, corporeal form of Aingeal took shape on the broad window sill of her room. His massive wings folded in on his back as he stepped gracefully inside. His creamy skin radiated divinity and seemed almost luminous, rivalling the very candle that remained lighting.
He stood stately before the old woman and spoke, "Greetings, Myrna, blessed by the gods." As he spoke, his very words came as soothing currents of wind and filled the room with the fragrace of jasmine.
"Welcome O gracious one. Accept my humblest respects and kindly fulfill my wish this night." She spoke with the humility of a mortal standing before a superior of the world.
"Speak and wish shall be granted. It would be an honour to serve one who has pleased the Divine creatures as you have."
"Take me to the Oracle of the Goddess. I have no other means of reaching that place most secret. It is most urgent that I hear of the future for my lineage. These are very bewildering hours for me and my clan as politics and forces beyond me control toy with our lives."
"As you wish."
Powerful gusts of wind filled the room. The became thick almost palpable as they grew stronger and stronger then all at once they untied beneath her and lifted her into the air. With a speed surpassed not even by the wings of the falcon she was swept off the visit the Oracle of the Goddess...
***********
Elsewhere, in a small glade there roared a fire. Its tongues lept into the skies taking newly made offerings to the most feared of Goddesses. And Helena chanted the mystic formula wildly intoxicated with the blood of a freshly slaughterd deer.
Aidan's eyes peered through the jungle surrounding the glade. He smelt the burning flesh of the sacrificed deer and made his way stealthily to the clearing. He saw her. She was completly nude, her hair hung untied about her. Magical desigins were smeared on her sleek body; they were red, blood red. As concluding rites, she stood up and emptied a pitcher of water down her body, washing away the deer's blood. The water fell in cascades and shone in the light of the untamed fire.
Her body appeared reddish orange in the light and heat and aroused the deepest most unsatiated desires in Aidan. He moved toward her.
She looked at him as if expecting his presence and grinned almost condescendingly. He spoke through hisses,"If you think that it was by the power of your petty rituals and charms that I have come, then you are certainly foolish. I too practice the Old ways. My armoured charm is far more powerful that your little mystic darts." He held her head and grasped her hair behind, pulling her head backward. Moving his face closer to hers such that his lips were a blade's distance from her neck, he said,"If I have come tonight, it is because I want you. I want your body. I want to share in the lust that we both feel." His breath felt hot on her neck.
Her breathing got deeper with anticipation. Her heavy breasts heaved as he let his lips caress the taut skin on her neck. She shivered as his kisses grew impatient and nearer and nearer to her very chastity.
O night of blemish! O night of dark and Ancient ritual! O night that sees the passionate, the heaving bodies consumed with lust and engaged in release. Look! Look as she lays him on the ground. Look as he lies there supine...energised only by her sexual presence; by her activity. She rises and falls like the waters of a wild fountain and he does naught but lies awash with fulfillment. The woman controls...he is the deer being sacrificed to his orgasm and she is the Goddess recieving the most precious gift in her womb...
********
Myrna returned from the Oracle in fit of agitation. She searched frantically for Aideen and Aidan. Polar opposites were clashing...the virgin Goddess must concieve before the end of the worship...the lineage must be preserved...She finds Aideen sitting engrossed in herself on the cold wnidow sill and she speaks with doom in her voice,"The child concieved tonight will rule hereafter..."
Silence
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