Bewitched in the Moonlight

**DISCLAIMER:

All characters in this story are over 18 and purely creations of fiction. Everything depicted is intended to be consensual acts involving adults. This is meant to be a fun story with only a loose connection to real life. It is not meant to be realistic. This is meant to be read for enjoyment, so hopefully you have some fun reading it. Thanks!**

My life had been a complete mess recently. I had just finished a huge project at work, one that I had poured countless overtime hours and immense effort into. Once it was completed I found out that my manager had taken all the credit for its success, leaving me without any reward for all the stress I had gone through. On top of that my dating life had been miserable. With all the time I had been spending at work I barely had time to do much at all romantically, and the few times I managed to get a date they had all ended with tragic results.

Needing some rest and a chance to relax I took a few weeks off from work and headed up to the one place in the world I knew I could find some serenity and calm. My grandparents had owned a large amount of land in a wooded and hilly area right next to a national park. The land was utterly beautiful, with a wide variety of nature to enjoy. It had a splendid and well built cabin, and there were numerous trails that showcased the diverse amount of natural wonders in the area. There was even a gorgeous little lake up high near where the hills turned into mountains.

The land had been my grandparents, and when they had passed it had been left to me. It was mostly just mine in name, as the rest of my extended family of aunts, uncles, and cousins all were welcome to come and enjoy it freely. I just managed some of the logistics, including keeping schedules of who was wanting to use the property. Right then no one had claimed it, so I blocked off my weeks off so I could get some true peace and quiet to myself to reflect on how my life was going.

The closer I got to the area the happier I felt, and by the time I had reached the cabin I was feeling ten times better than when I had left. I spent my first day there mostly just relaxing and reacquainting myself with the place. It had been a while since I had last spent much time there, so I walked a bit around the cabin, chopped some firewood, and drank a few beers in front of a fire while roasting hot dogs and marshmallows.

On the next day I decided to take a good long hike, to see what had changed since I had last really explored the property. I chose the lake as my destination and packed my backpack with enough supplies that I could make a quick and simple lunch out on the trail. I went at a leisurely pace, not rushing but wanting to enjoy each and every step along the way. It took quite a bit longer than I had expected, but I didn't care a bit. The peace and serenity it brought me to connect with nature was well worth the time.

I had slept in slightly and started late, so it was mid afternoon when I finally got to the lake. It was even more gorgeous than I had remembered. The scenery was so delightful that I spent over an hour walking even more as I just wandered around the lake and enjoyed the sights. Being able to enjoy nature so freely and without any distraction made me feel like a new person by the time I sat down to eat some lunch. Resting on a short dock my cousins and I had built years before one summer I ate through all the food I had brought. I hadn't thought I would go through it all, but I was hungrier than I had expected I would be after hiking so much.

After my late lunch was done I felt too full to consider hiking the long trail back to my cabin right away. Wanting to take a short rest I found one of my absolute most favorite spots of all on the entire property. Right close to the lake was a large tall tree, surrounded by dense bushes. Nestled inside the bushes was a small little grassy open spot right against the tree. I had used this spot to hide away as a child whenever I wanted to be alone, so it felt natural to return there to rest a bit. Sitting with my back against the tree I sighed happily and pulled out a book. It only took a few chapters before I was yawning and my eyelids started to feel heavy. Thinking a short nap might do me good, I let my eyes shut and sleep overtake me.

I must have needed far more rest than I had thought, for when I finally awoke the sun had already fallen behind the western hills. As I blinked my eyes open it took a few moments to figure out why it was so dark, and I sat up in a jolt as I realized I had slept all the way through the afternoon and evening and into the night. Luckily it was a full moon, and it seemed especially bright that night. I shook my head and sighed out, cursing myself silently for having not set an alarm or anything that would have kept me from sleeping for so long. I started to grab my things and searched for a light when I heard a very unexpected sound, voices.

My body tensed up and I sat completely still as I focused on the sounds of someone nearby. Now that I was listening I could hear the sounds of people moving around along with the voices. No one else was supposed to be on this land, as I knew anyone from my family would have asked me before coming here. So who this might be and why they were here I could not even guess. There was a chance that someone visiting the nearby national park could have accidentally ventured onto my property, especially since there weren't many good signs marking the edge of the park and the start of my land, but that didn't help stem the tide of worries that washed over me. I had a tendency to overthink things and my mind often jumped to the worst possible outcome.

As I stayed still and listened I eventually could make out several female voices. They were speaking softly and were moving about, so it was hard to focus too much on any of them. In the middle of bushes where I had sat down I couldn't see anything, as the bushes were quite tall and thick. I tried to calm myself, taking deep breaths and trying to tell myself that these were probably just some hikers or other nature enthusiasts who didn't know they were on someone's property, and that they almost certainly were harmless. Still, the little I could make out from the voices sounded eerily like mystical chanting. This made my nervousness and worries skyrocket.

Slowly I moved from my seated position and creeped through the bushes towards the nearest of the voices, desperately trying to keep my movements quiet and not alert whoever was there. I didn't want to startle these people and cause them to act rashly, and I hoped I might be able to sneak away if I needed to. As I peeked through the foliage I was greeted by a fantastical sight.

In the bright moonlight I saw two women in white robes with drawn up hoods. One was tracing out some sort of design on the ground with a sharpened stick, and the other was laying out some sort of dust on the lines the first had drawn. The dust glowed faintly in the dark, showing off the design fairly clearly. As I studied the pattern they had drawn in the ground I saw they had marked out two large circles. The first and largest went around the tree and bushes where I had napped all the way to the edge of the lake. The second and smaller circle was centered in the middle of the first, and was perhaps ten feet in diameter. Inside the larger circle there had been drawn a huge five-pointed star, though the lines stopped at the outside of the inner circle. There were also numerous smaller geometric designs throughout the inside of the outer circle, though none inside the smaller circle. As I looked around I saw a third figure in white clothes just like the others placing torches at each point of the star.

A creepy tingle worked its way up my spine as I saw more and more of what these people were doing. All while they worked the three chanted softly in language I didn't understand. I was sure that I had come across some sort of pagan cult, and I prayed that these were the type to just do this sort of weird stuff for fun. I desperately hoped that they weren't the type to bring out a goat for some sort of sacrifice, or get their blood from an even more awful source. My habit of always imagining the worst possible scenario for anything was getting me quite spooked by this creepy group.

I was ready to make my escape as quietly and quickly as possible, but I was stopped from rushing away. Once all five torches had been placed they were lit, and one was directly on the other side of the bushes I was in. If I tried to leave that way the bright light of the torch would surely give me away, and I was certain that I didn't want to be spotted. If I wanted to sneak out I was left with the option of trying to sneak out by going deeper into the circles slightly and then make for a gap in the torches, but that seemed extremely risky. The robed figures had finished their drawing, and now were standing at the edge of the inner circle. If I tried to run in any direction I was sure they would notice me. That only left me with the choice to stay still and just wait till these people were done with whatever they were doing, at least if I wanted to remain undetected.

Hunkering down I tried to make myself as concealed as I could. I briefly thought about moving back to the hollow beside the tree, but a strange change worked it's way through my mind. Now that I had convinced myself that the safest option was to stay put, I felt a strong curiosity to watch what these people were doing. No matter what was happening, I wanted to stay where I could see them clearly. All of a sudden it was as if no amount of potential danger could keep me from figuring out more about what this bizarre event was about.

The three figures stood in the middle of the inner circle, and I noticed that the space wasn't completely empty. There was a large blanket laid out that covered a good portion of the area. The figures remained standing, and stopped their chanting. In the dark and with their hoods drawn up there were hardly any details about them separated one from another. After a few moments I was only able to differentiate them by their height, as none were of very similar height.

I noticed the figure of middling height fidgeting nervously, wringing her hands together in front of her. "Um, is this really all necessary? When you guys agreed to help me out with my relationship problems and invited me out here to join your coven I thought we might do yoga and meditate in a meadow or something, maybe light some candles and pray to mother nature, not all this. I get that you guys believe in it all, and I want to have that sort of belief as well, but Tif...." The nervous person asked. Their voice was timid and uncertain. Her questioning was cut off abruptly when the tallest figure raised a hand and turned their hooded head directly at the unsure figure.

"Do not use our true names here, Sister Clover. True names have deep power, and the veil between worlds is very thin this night. Our ceremony will draw forces and spirits to us, and we do not wish to risk giving ourselves over by simply giving them our true names." The tall figure warned, her voice hard and full of haughty seriousness. I noted that the nervous figure was called Clover, and that they wouldn't likely speak their actual names.

The tallest figure turned to the shortest, crossing her arms in front of her. "Sister Rose, I do hope you weren't mistaken in bringing someone into our sisterhood who doesn't value our beliefs. This is a sacred night of high importance, and I would hate to have it ruined by a skeptical child." The tall woman continued, sounding imperious and self-important. From this exchange I assumed the shortest figure was Sister Rose.

These words caused a quick reaction by the figure called Clover. "I am not a child, I turn 19 in almost a month! And I'm not some idiot, Sister Lotus, I know why true names are important. I read all the rules Sister Rose gave me when she invited me into the coven." Clover protested, stomping her foot and whining in a very childish manner. This caused a light chuckle from Rose, who quickly stifled their own laughter. This gave me the final title of the three, labeling the tallest figure as Lotus.

"And I am not a skeptic, or an unbeliever. I'll show you how seriously I take this, I can have just as much faith in the old beliefs as either of you. I want to be a real witch as badly as both of you." Clover continued, her voice shaking off most of its timidity and growing resolved and firm. Even though I couldn't see her face from the tone of her voice I could just imagine Clover pouting from being insulted by Lotus.

"Sister Clover, there is no need to be so rash about this. You can go at your own pace, and believe just as much as you feel comfortable with." Rose explained, reaching out to place a light hand on Clover's shoulder as she spoke for the first time. Clover stiffened slightly at the touch, but quickly relaxed.

Sighing out softly, Rose turned to Lotus. "And Sister Lotus, you really don't have to be so harsh. You won't win anyone over by being so prickly about our beliefs all the time. It takes time to get used to the oddities of our art and practices." Rose counseled, speaking gently but with no lack of conviction.

Lotus looked away for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. "Fine, I might have been a bit brusque with the young girl. I just get a bit worked up too easily over this sort of thing. I've had far too many people try and make a mockery out of our beliefs. This ceremony is about healing and trying to make a better future for ourselves, and that is very important to me." Lotus stated. Her voice was a measure less cold, and I could sense that she was making an effort to calm herself down.

Rose reached out to take a hand from both of the other figures, squeezing them. "Well, it's better to get out any negative feelings before this officially starts anyway. So I'm glad we could work this out now. Anything else we should address before we begin?" Rose asked, looking between the other two. Both Lotus and Clover shook their hooded heads.

Listening in, I had only grown more curious. Most of my fears had vanished as well, and I figured out that these people weren't some crazy cult looking to do a blood ritual. Instead they seemed to be some neo-pagans of one sort or another wanting to connect to nature together and use some old practices to do some self-therapy. It wasn't much different than doing some reflecting while going on a hike, only with more robes and latin chants to spice things up. I was intrigued that they referred to themselves as a coven, and Clover had mentioned being a witch. I wondered if they might attempt to perform some magic during this ritual ceremony.

Now that the argument appeared to be settled the three all relaxed a bit. Lotus and Clover joined hands to complete the circuit before Lotus began to speak. "Well, I suppose we better get started, it's nearing midnight and we don't want to miss our chance at completing this ritual. I'll begin the invocation." Lotus stated. I widened my eyes and leaned a little closer, eager to hear and see what their ritual would entail.

All three robed figures continued to hold hands as Lotus started to recite a speech, her words spoken like a priestess and carrying all the import and sacredness of one praying in a holy spot. "Spirits of the air, wind, and darkness. Powers of the earth and of the heart. I call to you, beckon you here on this blessed vernal equinox. Awaken, you who have slumbered long. I beseech you now to come to our aid, and bestow gifts upon this assembled coven of the devout." Lotus declared, the sound of her voice hanging heavy in the night's air.

Some of the fear that had gone away swelled up in me again. I didn't believe in anything like nature spirits, but there was something about the way Lotus spoke that made me reconsider my position about the supernatural. It was almost like there was actual power in her words, as ridiculous as that might seem. The effect was increased as I felt a tingle of energy pass through my body, making all my hair stand on end and goosebumps spread over my skin.

"Great mothers of the forests, and fathers of the mountains, we come humbly to you on this hallowed night. We ask the powers of the earth and those who dwell in the dark places beyond to send us strength, to guide us in our purpose. We here in these summoning circles present ourselves as loyal servants, and we beg that you grant our wishes." Lotus recited, speaking with a rising voice that seemed to fill the entire area around the lake. As she spoke Rose and Clover began to hum and sway, adding to the growing eerie atmosphere. I swear I could feel something like the build up of static electricity all around me, as if lightning was about to hit. Despite this the sky was clear and I knew that there was no storm anywhere near the area.

"Our prayer, our humble request, that we bring to you this holy night, is that you send spirits of desire, spirits of passion, and of lust to empower us in this coming season. We petition for you to guide us towards carnal elation in this time of spring, in the season of new life and new joy. Give us partners that will satisfy our fleshly needs, let the coming months be filled with the cries of our ecstasy and delight." Lotus's voice grew even louder. She performed her invocation skillfully, speaking more passionately and with greater conviction than any preacher or priest I had ever heard.

And her words sent strange shivers through my body. Clover had mentioned something about this ritual addressing relationship problems, but I hadn't expected the ritual to be so direct in its reference to sexuality. I knew some of the new age free thinkers and neo-pagans had more liberal relationships with sex, but this was still a bit bold. I supposed that this was why they had chosen to conduct this ceremony in such a remote place.

But as vivid and direct Lotus's prayers had been so far, they only grew more colorful. "We beseech the unnamed powers of this realm to alight our bodies with ardor, to inflame new cravings and to state our carnal hungers. Give us lips to cover us in burning kisses, send us tongues that lavish us with nimble teasing. Grant us cocks to fill us with pulsating warmth. We demand orgasms that make our whole bodies tremble in pure ecstasy and joy." Lotus called out, nearly yelling into the night.

She needed to speak louder now, as a sudden wind had picked up and started swirling around. It was extremely strange though, as I couldn't feel it, but I could definitely hear the wind move around the outer circle that had been drawn in the dirt. I saw the effects of the wind around me, swaying trees and other plants, but all within the circles seemed calm. Even more strangely a thick mist blew in with the wind, settling heavy everywhere but inside the circle and on the lake. The lake remained still, perfectly flat as it reflected the brilliant array of stars overhead like a mirror.

I retreated back from my viewing spot at the edge of the bushes, feeling more than a little creeped out. I started to consider making a run for it no matter if the women spotted me when an unexpected new idea burst to the forefront of my mind. The idea took a hold of me, becoming immediately the most important thought in my mind. I grinned, finding it suddenly a good idea to stay and pull a prank on these would be practitioners of old magics. I chuckled to myself, already finding pleasure in the thought of having a bit of fun with these people who had trespassed onto my land. This new idea was a strong enough force that I didn't even pause to consider if it was a good plan or not.

Turning to my backpack that I had left at the tree I searched through it briefly before I found what I was looking for. Luckily the moonlight was more than enough to see by, and in fact it almost seemed like it had grown even brighter. I pulled out a small package and unwrapped it, shaking out a black cloth. It was an emergency blanket, one I always kept packed when I went hiking. It was large and warm and could be worn like a robe, it even had a hood to cover my head. I hurriedly began to strip off my hiking clothes, preparing to swap them out for the black blanket. My regular clothes were too brightly colored and would stand out badly if worn under the robe.