Solstice

I woke up, and my body was tearing down. I have never felt this tired… What had happened? 

I hit the shower anyway, new day, lot’s of things to do. 

As I go back to my room, hot tea in hand, there is a single black candle on my desk. I never had candles (fire hazard!) but this one looks in place. My mind says it is ok, it can be here, it doesn’t hit like something out of place.

I just started to write, damn, but I am tired. What happened last night? I try to remember, and Her whispers fill my mind - “If you wanted to remember, I guess, you could light up the candle” - How? I don’t even own matches or a lighter, I think as I pick up the matches near the candle and absently light it up.

Bright white light comes from this candle, not fire, but pure light. White over black. Black engulfing the white. And a rush of memories comes back to me.

I am in the forest. A clear stone floor designed for these rituals, I am on my knees, in the centre of the circle, a five pointed star painted inside it. I am fully painted with glyphs and runes. Fully naked to the winter night winds. The candles outside, encircling me, their fires dancing on a music I cannot hear. 

She is here. Chanting. I am here, stroking. I can hear Her naked feet on the floor as She walks around the circle, I can hear Her whispering voice as She calls upon the night, I can see Her beautiful form, perfection incarnate, the kind of gorgeousness that would make Greek Goddesses throw curses. I can smell the sweet rose scent of Her perfume when the wind carries it. 

But overall, I can feel pleasure. I am Her conduit, I am Her tool. I am to be used. 

Female and male energies bound together by Her expert Art. My mind is rendered asunder in Her magick. 

As I stroke, my energy leaves me into the ritual, the glyphs grow burning hot in my skin, I feel alive, my whole body aflame, my sweat is carried away by the cool night that I cannot feel anymore. All I can feel is pleasure, I am serving my Goddess.

I can feel the wind, but the trees are still, everything is still but us, the whole universe seems to stop at Her command. And She joins me in the circle. 

I cannot phantom Her beauty, my mind cannot comprehend such perfection, Her blonde hair cascades down to Her perfect tits, Her curves still to this day give me a sense of vertigo as I follow them, Her legs slim and long… but Her eyes, glowing with power in the night, clear blue and impossibly pretty. That She chooses to gaze upon me is already a privilege. Watching Her eyes is like watching an infinite clear summer sky.

She snaps Her fingers, and my attention is Hers to command. - “Good boy, Nocti.” - three words, and I would burn the world to hear them again and again from Her lips. I may be about to do so, I don’t care. She kneels beside me, Her hands on my shoulders and Her eyes capturing mine, She speaks words of power that only my subconscious mind can hear. She is only wearing a necklace, a pink-ish crystal that captures my soul in her cleavage, I am bound to Her. I wouldn’t want it any other way. -”...then the ritual will be complete, as you cum, the pact will be complete.” - I do not need to hear, my body will act on Her own accord. I am an instrument of her power.

I am ready, as she pulls me closer, she bites my neck slowly, passionately. If I could, I would cum just from this, but she hasn’t given me permission. Pleasure runs through my body, I am no longer anybody, just feelings. Pleasure runs through every fiber of my being, it replaces everything else, She bends backwards, opening Her legs and grabs me by the hair to follow suit. 

She is burning hot, my lips scald as I leave a trace of kisses in Her thighs. The tip of my fingers burn on Her contact as I embrace Her hips and play with Her clit. If I am to be consumed, so be it. I need this woman… this witch… this Goddess. 

I finally get to be between Her legs, my tongue playfully, slowly, playing between Her lips. All the pleasure that I feel, going through into Her -”That’s it boy! Just as I taught you.” - my body vibrates with Her compliments, She moves Her hips as I lick and lick the sweet honey of Her body. It’s intoxicating, I am so under, yet so high. 

The night is still but the stars move upon it, The trees are still, but the wind picks up, my body is full of pleasure, but I empty it into Her. She moans under my touch, under my tongue, She screams Her pleasure and it is all around me, everything I need is here, it’s Her. My tongue inside Her, drawing circles around Her inside, my thumb pressing Her clit left and right, and Her hips moving uncontrollably, milking me for as much pleasure as I can give Her, I lick and suck this ambrosia, I give everything I have into Her pleasure, my only purpose.

She cums in a moan, a few tones lower than her usual screaming pleasure - “Cum for me Nocti! Cum now! Cum and be mine! Cum and be forever bound! Cum and give yourself to me!” - I cannot contain myself, my hand strokes fast and hard. My body is on fire, I can feel each of the glyphs burning inside me, drilling their way to my soul. I explode at Her command, I grunt and my body jerks uncontrollably, I spasm as She cums all over my face and I cum all over myself. -”Good boy!” - an extra rope of cum shoots out just because of her words, my body spasms once again in pure blissfulness. She holds me tight, her hands playing with scalp, I can sense her fingernails inside my brain. - “Now be a better boy and eat it all up.” - Like I could disobey anything She said. My hand goes to my mouth and I start licking myself up. - “That’s it, slowly, sensually, I want to watch it.” - She whispers into my ear. I lick it all up as I try to look at her, begging for more, she just nods, but I can see her lips smiling greedily, her eyes bright in the night. Our fluids mixing in my mouth, it feels so good, not because of the taste, but because I am obeying Her. Obedience is pleasure.

Female and male energies combined, into her magick conduit, She speaks the words of power, She bites my neck and makes me bleed, She uses this power through me, and I give it freely, my will is Her will, my body is Hers to use, I am only pleasure. The glyphs on my body finally disappear into me, they are burned in my soul. I am no more a person, I am her property. I couldn’t wish it any other way.