Upon a Midnight Clear... Moon dancing upon the water... Shimmering so gracefully... The Clearing of Forest Green... A bed of sweet grass to lay on.... Shadowing Oaks towering above... Branch like arms outstretched... Beckoning so ominous in the wind... Arising from beneath the waters surface... To seek whom she may devour...
As she enters the Forest Clearing... Starting to prepare... Marking it off for the ritual... For she know the time is very near at hand... Retrieving four pole torches...
Placing them in the hidden holes... That hold them firm, secure... Standing tall and straight... Suddenly as if by magic... Torches flame casting such an eerie glow upon the clearing...
Steam starts to arise from the water... Where she emerged... Creating a sinister looking fog... Going deeper into the forest... Gathering the other items she needs... Returning to the clearing... Placing the things gathered where they belong... At the waters edge she takes a rock... Begins to pound on the herbs she gathered... Then the flowers mixing them together... Creating an intoxicating aroma...
Building a small campfire... Setting some of the mixture upon the flames... Intoxicating aroma growing stronger as it heats... She slips back into the water...
Swimming around the waters edge... Cunningly she grabs a duck... Wringing its neck... Climbing on to the shore... Plucking its feathers... Putting them into a leather pouch...
Taking the knife from her waist... Strapped there by leather straps around her waist and thigh... She finishes cleaning the duck preparing it for the fire... Walking back along the waters edge... Arriving at the clearing taking more of the herb mixture... Coats the now clean washed duck... Putting a spindle through it... Placing it on the forked branches at the small fire... To cook the herbs into the duck... Knowing that when it is eating it will increase the aphrodisiac effect...
Going over to the area of the torch poles... Taking the smooth branches she gathered... Quickly tying them with the strong vines that she gathered with the branches... Fastening a thin long looking seat... Spreading the soft fresh leaves upon it... Then moving the long looking seat back into the shadows of the trees... Slipping back into the water... Starting the ritual bathing... Listening as she cleanse herself... Knowing he will arrive soon... For it has been foretold of His arrival... Of there Mating...
Clip-Clop, Clip-Clop, Clip-Clop... The horse hoofs goes on the forest floor... Signaling his approach... Drawing nearer to the camp... He see’s what he hopes is friendly fire... Breathing in deeply of the tantalizing scent he has been smelling for more than a mile... Exhaling relaxing just a little in his saddle... Somehow knowing all is well...
Arriving at the edge of the clearing... Dismounting his steed... Tethering it to a branch of a near by tree... As he looks into the camp... Seeing no one about... Calling out...
Hello, Hello there in the camp... Moving toward the fire... Wondering when who every made the campfire will return... He notices the steam rising from the water... Beckoning him to its relaxing depths... Deciding he will rinse some of the dust of the road off himself... Peeling his garments away... Shaking the days ride out of them...
Laying them across a branch... Stepping into the clearing... Between the torch poles... Allowing her cat like eyes to give her a look at whom she is to mate with... She gasp slightly from the rock she is sitting on hidden in the mist...
Quickly taking in his superb form 6' tall... Curly blond hair short in front lengthen as it goes back touching the top his shoulders.. Steel blue eyes... Full kissable lips... Broad shoulders... His entire body so muscular... Rippling with every stride... Strong looking hands with long fingers... Having noticed the scar on the inside of his left knee when he hung his clothes on the branch... A small scar down the center of forehead about an inch long... And a long scar around his left side... Only adding to his appeal...
Making him so ruggedly handsome... Thinking to herself he must be a great warrior to have survived such wounds... As he slips into the waters... Letting its warmth relax him from his ride this day as it rinse the dust away. She puts on her chest harness made of leather straps placing the first strap at half the length of her breast and the other strap at the base with a small piece of leather connecting the two straps... Then going around her at the top of her breast and below her breast tying the leather straps behind her... To display her ample bosom to there fullest...
Slipping back into the water from her rock perch... Silently wading through the water... Lifting her hair up as she goes to keep it dry... Knowing the water wetting the leather straps around her bosom as they dry will shrink and tighten... Emerging from the water down from her camp...
Taking two large thick tear shaped leaves and washing them in the water... Returning to camp... Removing the duck from the fire and placing on two forked sticks beside the fire to cool... Listen the sound of the water knowing he will emerge soon...
Moving the long thin looking seat from the shadows, back between the pole torches... Taking the now clean dry duck feathers... Sprinkling them over the leaves...
Creating an invitation... Returning to the small fire and cooling duck... Taking the knife from her hip slicing into the duck placing some on one of the thick leave plates... Then selecting the choices morsels of the duck and placing it on the other thick leave plate...
Behind the fire moving slightly to the side... Kneeling as he approaches from the steaming water... Picking up the thick tear shaped leave plate with the choices morsels of duck on it, holding it at thigh level in her lap...