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Hello! If you're just tuning in, Beltane is a story that crosses into many different fetishes and dynamics. Two staples you can expect pretty much throughout are gentle femdom and cumplay, but also included are cuckqueaning, piss, maledom, f on m cnc, breeding, and a smattering of more mild things like anal, deepthroat, facesitting, and fishnets. There are also some themes of occultism, ritual, and magic that are less overt and more true to life than fantasy. Beltane has been, and is, an exercise in incorporating and moving between these things rather than leaning on just one. If you're looking for any of these things individually in abundance, this may not be your favorite story. But if you're on board for some twists, turns, bodily fluids, and a pagan fucktacular bacchanal across a variety of kinks, well...
Enjoy!
-TheDaggerAndTheCup
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"I want to show you something," Gemma said, looking directly into my eyes.
She hopped onto the couch and gave a 'come hither' gesture. I followed and sat down between her legs. She put them together and took her panties off, starting at her ass, until just her asshole was visible.
"Isn't it nice?" She asked.
I nodded, one of my idle hands straying to my cock. It was an amazing, tight-looking balloon knot. She pulled her panties away slowly, revealing her soaking pussy. A thick strand of her natural lubricant clung to her panties as she pulled them away. She was shaven around her lips and asshole, with a nice thick landing strip above her vagina. Her outer labia were beautifully plump, and her inner labia were long enough to stick out from inside some. I could smell the sweetness of it. It was a pussy begging to be eaten.
"You want to eat it?"
I nodded. I wasn't sure what it was, but at this moment I felt completely subservient to this woman. She was such a goddess, and I was completely in the thrall of my own libido. If she ordered, I would do as she said. But I could see there might be opportunity for those roles to be reversed as well. She had me, hook line and sinker. For now. I opened my mouth and was about to dive in for a taste of her sweet honey when she grabbed me by the hair and held me at length. I reached with my tongue, just trying to taste it. I could see a drip of grool meandering south to her ass, covering her puckered hole. All the while I was rubbing the head of my cock, still wet with her saliva, and trying not to cum.
"Aw, poor baby. You're too cute." I was reaching out with my tongue, trying to get a taste. I just wanted to lap up her fluid, to fuck her with my tongue. "But I want you to wait just a little longer."
Holding me at length by my hair, she stood up until I was level with her pussy. A long, thick strand of grool dripped from her pussy, right onto my waiting cock. I rubbed it in, the fresh lubricant bringing me again to the edge of orgasm, and heard myself moan. Now up to this point I normally I didn't make much noise during sex, but... well, what can I say? I was overcome. I looked up and made eye contact with her, still stretching my tongue to steal a taste of her glistening slit.
"You're lovely right now, did you know that? I'm going to be so good to you. I just need you to be a good boy for me. Can you do that?"
I wasn't sure what to do. I wasn't sure how to be a good boy, but I figured just doing as she said would be enough. I nodded assent. Her expression changed from a coy grin to a stern, paternal look. Out of nowhere, her free hand flew into my view and she slapped me across the face.
My cheek seared. My cock throbbed.
"I want at
least
a 'yes, ma'am' out of you when you address me, do you understand? At
least
."
I understood one part of it. But what did she mean by 'at least'? What was better than ma'am? Mistress? Goddess? Something else? I wouldn't have minded any of the above.
"Yes ma'am," I said, nodding again. I stuck my tongue back out.
"That's my good boy," she said, her coy smile returning. There was a wild look in her eye that put the fear of god in me and made my cock tingle all at the same time. "Now."
She pushed my head back, walking forward as I did, until she was holding me up by my hair, always maintaining the same tantalizing distance between my tongue and her sweet pussy. She pushed me back further, lowering me to the ground, and lowering her box with me until I felt myself come to a rest on the ground. She was kneeling over me, her pussy and asshole so close I could feel their warmth. She turned her head and looked behind her.
"Are you rubbing your cock for me, sweet boy?"
I nodded. "Yes ma'am. I can't help it."
"That's a good boy. I want you to stay ready to cum for me, do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am," I replied. I edged myself again, letting go of my dick for a moment to let the wave of pressure pass before tentatively touching it again.
"Now I want you to do one thing for me before I let you have a taste, okay? I want you to watch me come. Can you wait until I'm done coming?"
"Yes, ma'am," I replied again. Already she had me trained. I just wanted to be good for her. Something told me that if I submitted to her entirely, she would make sure I was taken care of.
"Good boy. Now I'm going to let go of your hair, but I don't want you to touch my pussy until I'm done. If you do, you're going to regret it. Do you understand that?"
"Yes ma'am," I said dutifully, "I just want to be good for you."