We enter the sacred site, two magicians with an ancient rite. Darkness has descended upon this ritual space in the heart of the desert land in the centre of the comet ground. As we move to the centre the surrounding hills engulf us until we arrive at the raised hillock in the middle of the crater. Blackness in the sky is all consuming, the pinpricks glistening in their million sparkles. The horned moon descends in the west with Venus and Mars accompanying Her march to the horizon. The heat of the bush is all pervading, scorched earth lusting for the release of the increasing night. We walk together, arm in arm, robed in black, weaponed for the ritual.
At the open temples holy of holy rests the altar, a stone block of sand, solid in its rough-hewn beauty at the top of the hillock, in the heart of the crater. Upon the altar lies the black rug, of straight haired fur all soft and sensual. Upon it lie a long ornate rapier, a sharp black handled stiletto blade, the lotus wand and the protecting pentacle. About candles abound matching the stars in their abundant grace. On the small altar are the paten, the wine, the water, the salt, the censer, and the fire ready for the rites commencement. Our robes are removed at the circles edge as we ready for the beginning, naked and stunning in soft candlelight under the light of the moon in the clear black sky. There is no wind, there is much silence, the humidity breathes, and the earth is present.
We face each other in the sacred circles centre feeling the velvet skin of our loves desire. We breathe together, one in, one out, cycling our centres together from one to the other. We raise our hearts and our minds into the aethyr and join them there on the astral plane. We bring that power down into ourselves melding one to another ready for the rites commencement. I, the magician, turn to the east with the dagger and begin to banish as she, the magician's assistant for tonight, holds me gently about the hips with one hand with the other between my shoulder blades. As I vibrate the sacred names she joins in unison giving sound to one dynamic electric power emitted to the ends of the universe. We feel each other through her grip and through the vibrations in the air so that we both shudder at the immense strength developing within us. We feel the power of air and fire and water and finally earth grow about us and in us. We feel the spiritual presence of the great powers protecting all around us. The stars blaze in a great circle lighting us and comforting us.
I begin the invocation as she joins in and moves closer gripping me tightly about the waist and rubbing her lithe body against my back. I can feel her soft breasts touching me lightly and I can feel her hairless pubic bone grind into my bottom. We earlier prepared ourselves in a ritual bath and I had shaved her completely, tenderly and lovingly as she had done me from face to feet. In our smooth and hairless state we return to our beginnings and invoke with passion and grace. We invoke the angel of water to arouse its love and strengthen ours thereby for the sexual rite to follow. I raise the chalice and feel the love brought forward as she grips me tighter as her fingers sneak a little around the sides of my groin lightly brushing the base of my penis with her glowing sharp black nails.
We begin the angelic call together and as she holds me tight we can feel each other's voices vibrating into each other through my back and through her chest. As we end the invocation and the consecration we move to the centre and face each other to begin the scrying. She has moved around to the front of me and grips my penis hard as she slowly strokes it up and down as I feel the angels presence manifest in my mind, a beautiful goddess, naked, shining, erotic and wet. She cups my balls and I can feel the ticklish sensation that I love so much as she plays those fingernails along my perineum. Her other hand plays softly with my rock hard penis as the angelic goddess begins to envelop us completely in a great orgasmic pleasure. She slides her tongue along my chest, wet and warm as she lets a little saliva slide down my chest. She follows it down and moves its wetness across to an erect nipple, which she delights in nibbling. As she moves down ever so slowly I enter an ecstatic state of absolute bliss lost in the moist drowning world of pleasure and love.