Dusk forces the sky into submission, ravaging the light into cloaked dark. My naked body trembles and I approach the robed priestess at her beckon. She extends her hand to me, her slender alabaster fingers glowing in subtle moon and starlight.
I feel short and small next to her. My breath falls into my throat. This priestess in her cold silk robe intrigues me and entrances me. She has since I first came to the coven, an orphan with visions and without control of my power. It is she who tames me and teaches me how to control my energy. Energy, understanding and manipulating it, has been a thoroughly surprising undertaking.
"Undress me."
I do. She touches my stomach and I know she wants me to breathe deeply from my abdomen. This is the first thing she taught me when the coven took me in. I remember that my arousal and willingness is part of this energy, that she has played up her eerie beauty with glamours to enhance the learning experience. I know that I must experience this and not analyze everything now--that's now how enlightenment works. I fill my entire body with fresh night air as she wishes and surrender to the experience.
She lays down and calls me to her with glinting rose quartz eyes full and focused on only me. I see another pink beauty between her spreading thighs and know that this is without a glamour or any magic: this is natural, real, beautiful. I lie with my feet parallel to her face, crackling with excitement to be near her. The hard dirt clings to me and my sweat-beaded body and I pull myself into the earth to soothe my excited energy. I share energy with the earth and feel my spine's energy flow digging in like roots and leveling my mood. Relaxing in a less conscious state, I kiss the lush ivory skin of her thighs and the natural rosy flower of her womanhood. I am cradled in her legs and reaching my tongue deeper insider her and taste her herblike juices. She touches the top of my head and I look into those pale pink eyes.