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Near
dark ‘tis now.  I hear the chanting of many male voices from the field outlying
the wood:

“I now do call upon the eternal God in the ancient way,

as Young Lord and Oak King— Horned One of the Forests.

I bid Ye welcome and ask Thee to come forth and join

Thy Lady Goddess in the Holy Rite of Sacred Union.

As it is willed, so mote it be!”

I overhear
the enthusiastic hailing of many people fer several seconds before the chanting
resumes:

“I now do call upon the eternal Goddess in the ancient way,

as Lovely Maiden, Mother and Crone— Three-fold Goddess be.

I bid Ye welcome and ask Thee to come forth and join Thy
Lord God

in the Holy Rite of Sacred Union.  As it is willed, so mote
it be!”

Upon
hearing this, the women saunter me out amongst the large crowd and toward a massive
stone altar in the midst.  The altar be adorned in petals and surrounded with
green and white candles.  They lay me back upon it gently.  Me hair be so long that
its locks be flowing beautifully all about me and reaching halfway down the
stone.  The cloth of me gown, glowing silvery in the light of the full moon,
likewise be spilling down all about the stone, as a
cochall.

All
around, in a large circle there be people— male and female alike— every one of them
nude.  They light their torches.  The men, they all don wreaths of leaves in
their hair; in the women’s there be vibrantly coloured flowers.

Although
I do not quite understand what be ensuing, willingly I acquiesce to the
occasion, fer me cleansing ceremony by the females has me pleasurably
disoriented.  Once they have me settled upon the altar, one at a time the women
light a white candle, smiling, and then turn to kiss me tenderly upon me cheek
or lips.  I smile and kiss them in response.

Once
again their chanting fills me ears:

“Blessed be this day of Beltane,

Wedding day of the Goddess and God;

Holy day of sacred marriage,

Holy night of sacred union.”

The men
from the circle then gather around me to light the green ritual candles also
surrounding the altar upon which I lay.  Yet again, one by one, they move
forward, light a green candle, smile at me, and kiss me upon the mouth.  Me
enthusiasm rising, I respond to their kisses more ardently.  I feel I be adrift
in a progressively pervasive haze of exultation!

The
chanting continues:

“Tonight I celebrate the union of our Mother Earth to Her
consort,

our Father God,

the Green Man and Great Lord of the Forests,

as nature rejoices in a blaze of colour and life.”

‘Tis
then I see
him
hovering near me.  Man or creature, of that I cannot be
certain. Fearsome he be, having the face of an unknown beast, long horns
sprouting from his head.  He be cloaked in a deep emerald robe.  His eyes, they
do not appear to be that of a man— far too brutish, primeval they be. 

One of
the female chanters approaches the altar and lifts the chalice of water upwards
saying:

“Blessed be the sacred union which manifests all creation!

Behold the womb of the Mother,

The entity from which all life flows,

Blessed be the Lady!”

A male approaches
the altar and picks up the athame, holding it upwards and says:

“Behold the phallus of the God,

Fruitful principle of the universe,

Blessed be the Lord!”

As they
chant these words, the creature he drops the emerald
cochall
he wore
from his towering and brawny, green skinned physique, revolving to exhibit his
enormous phallus to all. 

The
people in the circle they all hail him, raising their torches high toward the
sky as me eyes amplify in panic fer suddenly I comprehend what me purpose here is
to be.

Now the
chanters they lift up their chalice of wine saying:

“Blessed be you, my Lady,

The Holy Bride of Heaven and Earth,

Come unite with Thy Lord in the ancient rite of sacred
marriage!”

The
words in their incantations verify the objective of this ritual I have so
willingly participated in ‘til this point.  Now, here I lay upon this altar,
awaiting the surrender of me virginity to this frightening creature in witness
of this circle of strangers!  I sense I must arise and escape, but paralysed I be
by the panic now spreading through me.

They
pick up the athame and chant on:

“Blessed be you, my Lord,

The Holy Groom of Heaven and Earth,

Come unite with Thy Lady Goddess in this ancient rite of
sacred marriage!”

With a
fiercely carnal expression, the creature approaches me with clear
anticipation.  Reaching me, he peers into me eyes savagely, and casts the
fabric of me billowy gown up to reveal me.  With an animalistic grunt, he
plunges his head to me never before bared flesh and commences to devouring it
greedily. 

Chilling
screams fill me ears, only to realise they be coming from me!  First in horror,
then bizarrely transforming to cries of pleasure as me body embraces the
vehement tongue of this formidable green creature skillfully lapping the warm
fluids that now be incessantly seeping from somewhere within the folds of me
flesh— though bid them flow forth, surely I have not!

The
urge to struggle or flee now lost, I begin squirming from the overcoming
pleasure in me flesh under his tongue.  As the desire rapidly escalates, in
reprisal, me body grows ever more restless.  The next moment, in an attempt to
liberate the sensations trapped within, me body is impelled into uncontrollable
writhing, rhythmically with the surging pulsations of me almost excruciating
pleasure.  As me essences flow forth, thus harmoniously do the vociferous cries
flow from me mouth.

The
creature arises, his face dripping, and placing his hands upon me hips,
wrenches me to the edge where his enflamed phallus is demanding to enter me.  I
know I should be terrified, yet in the submission to the betraying desires of
me body, readily I spread me self to indulge him. 

The
creature looks upon me satisfied, as he presses himself against me aching
flesh.  I return his gaze with one of both trepidation and intrigue.  While me
mind tells me I should be fighting to retreat, me body be screaming out fer
more. 

Suspending
that which we both crave, he interposes to tear open the front of me gown,
releasing me breasts which had been straining against the delicate, translucent
fabric.  Their ample flesh eagerly spring forth toward his face, where his
rapacious mouth awaits.  The creature commences to biting and sucking upon me
nipples robustly.  I draw away from his teeth, but then arch up against his
tongue, me body captured by the enigma of the conflicting amalgamation of pain
and pleasure.  Wavering I be whether relieved or thwarted I be once he sojourns
his blitzing of me breasts.

Urging
his engorged phallus into me narrow opening, ‘tis temporarily halted by some
concealed structure.  Twisting, I let out a moan, except this time ‘tis in
discomfort, as fixedly the creature perseveres with the forcing of himself to
be within me.  Me panic charging back in, I thrash about in an attempt to retreat,
from him as well as the distress of the hurt.  Undaunted, the creature reaches
forward and effortlessly restrains me with his prominently strong hands. 

Powerless
under the clutch of those hands, I suddenly be stricken with fear. 

What be
me
rationalization in this?  Why I be ensnared here, freely lying upon this alter,
jubilantly sacrificing meself?
 
I must battle fer me escape lest I
become prey to this creature hungry to devour me flesh!
 
I cannot take
any more of this pain, his blade stabbing into me, seeking to rupture through
me!

And then,
with a single decisive vigourous thrust of his pelvis toward mine, he breaks
through the barrier, his phallus piercing into me, boring ever deeper within. 
The acute agony of it triggers from me a bloodcurdling scream shattering the
illusory atmosphere; the onlookers all pause their ritual, staring in momentary
horror.  Vocally I cry out, imploring someone to halt this torment, to please
unshackle me from this
arracht
!  Yet, without any further unease,
promptly they all resume their ritual and chanting, still observing. 

With
the next drive of him into me a final squeal escapes me.  Any hope remaining in
me spiraling downward, under his unrelenting motion, I weep through the
prevailing pain.  Me cries simmer to sobs as he initiates a slighter pace of
thrusting of his enormous phallus into me.  The rhythmic friction at first
dulling the excruciating tenderness of me wounded flesh; and yet then
eventually, bit by bit, bringing to life sensations within me I never knew I did
possess.

Me
whimpers gradually become little moans of proclivity as timidly I accept his
motion.  Steadily, I effusively embrace the phallus, feeling me insides ease to
oblige its excessive mass; reciprocally beckoning him in ever deeper within me
with each successive thrust.  Holding me legs spread wide, the creature
persists in the driving of his phallus into me incessantly, grunting and
snorting rather savagely. 

Though I
not be frightened by him anymore, as far too lost I be in me own pleasurable
frenzy.  Instead, I now be urging me hips toward him to meet his every thrust,
luring him to plunge that phallus ever deeper within me abyss.

I sense
all eyes watching us as they persist with their chanting, the male standing
near me slowly dipping his athame into the chalice held by the female:

“Chalice to athame,

As Goddess is to God;

Father is to Mother,

As man is to woman,

Behold the sacred union of The One!”

The
chanting seems so far away now, less voices perhaps . . .

“By this act of love, all life comes to be;

By this act of faith, I proclaim my place on the eternal
cycle of life,

The Lord and Lady reign eternal!”

The
chanting be steadily diminishing.  Fleetingly I glance over to see that many
members of the circle now be together in the centre, intertwined in passionate
embraces with one another, as the creature and I be.  Some still chant whilst
simultaneously engaged.

Enduringly,
the creature and I continue our synchronized motions.  Me moans now be cries of
ecstasy as me body begins to quiver, then convulse, gripping tight his phallus,
so that he can hardly move within me.  Me arms flail about uncontrollably, me
hands scratching powerlessly at his shoulders and chest, and then his face, attempting
to tear off the mask he wears to reveal who be this man beneath. 

In me
peripheral vision, I note a stunning tall, dark-haired woman approaching.  Fear
grips hold of me once more, as I be certain this
she
be one and the same
I had seen in me dreams afore.  I blink and at once, upon me she be. 

As the
beast persists driving himself into me madly, the woman hovers over me, leans
in and places her lips full upon mine.  Cold they be.  Her tongue she impels into
me mouth and aberrant it feels, fer it too, be cold.  Her chilled hands move to
me breasts, squeezing them hard, making me cry out in pain.

 Relieved
I be when she withdraws her tongue of stone from me mouth.  I see her glance up
at the beast, a wicked smile dancing upon her lips, which affects him to snort
in laughter; though whether out of amusement or mockery, I not be sure. 

She
lowers her face to the curve of me neck, running her icy tongue down the length
of it to the base of me throat, eliciting in me to shiver.  There her lips pull
back to reveal a set of gleaming fangs, and as a demon her eyes convert to coal
black.  Before I can scream, I feel the piercing of me flesh, and her mouth
pulling taut against me skin, as she extracts me blood down her own throat. 

I hear
her moan as though in ecstasy as she sucks the blood from me.  Helpless, me
face falls to the side.  ‘Twas then I be met with a most disturbing scene.  The
circle— which moments before be filled with the arousing scene of countless
nude bodies uniting as one beautiful organism— now exhibits each of the women
feeding upon their erstwhile lovers, casting them off to the ground as they be
sapped of their life force. 

Me eyes
scan over the scene to land upon that of a group of females suckling upon a
single man, each with her mouth latched to a different part of his body, as
they drain him of his blood in unison. 

Oh! 
They all be vampires!

The creature
then reaches his climax within me, bellowing the ultimate growl as he plummets
too deep inside, eliciting from me a final cry of pain.  He collapses atop me.

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