The full moon shone like a spotlight as she left the house. Pulling her cloak tighter about her throat and raising the hood to cover her hair and face, she quickly walked across the yard toward the road. It was a short walk to the grove of trees, and then a rather long hike to the clearing. Her breath was coming in short gasps, excitement heightening all of her senses. She could feel the animals scurrying for shelter as she moved past them.
Glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was near, she stepped onto the nearly concealed path and made her way toward the clearing, mentally checking the items in her basket. Dagger, candles, cloth, incense, chalice. All present and accounted for. Smiling, she anticipated this night of magic and renewal. Her smile faded as she heard a twig snap somewhere off to her left. She stopped moving and listened carefully. Nothing. Taking a deep breath, she chuckled at her own paranoia and began walking again. When another branch snapped off to her right, she ignored it and kept moving.
He watched her, the moon seeming to light the path ahead of her. Her cloak hid her completely, draping her in black velvet. The purple satin liner framing her face. He knew she had heard him when he'd stepped on that stick. That fact excited him. He'd move quieter now, he had all night after all.
She reached the clearing and moved to the center. The moon was directly above her and she could almost feel the light from it energizing her. Smiling, she unfastened her cloak and let it fall to the ground. She shivered as the cold night air made her flesh tighten and her nipples harden.
Laughing, she set her candles out in a circle and lit them in a clockwise pattern. She spread her cloth in the center of her circle, directly under the moon's glow. Taking her Dagger in hand, she stood in the circle and turned slowly clockwise, arm outstretched. She chanted softly, a prayer of protection and guidance. When her circle was complete, she raised the dagger above her head, the moon glow shining on the blade. Her skin tingled as she felt the magic in the air and plunged the dagger into the ground at her feet.
He watched quietly from the shadows of the trees. When she'd dropped her cloak and stood naked in the moonlight before him, he'd nearly gasped. She was so beautiful. Her auburn hair framed her face in riotous curls and fell in masses down her back. Her shoulders were strong and seemed to glow as the moon caressed them. He was mesmerized as she turned slowly, bending to light the candles. She seemed to tease him as she turned about slowly, now bending with her back to him, her womanhood peeking from between her thighs. Now turning to let him gaze upon her breasts as she bent to light the final candle. When she stood straight and smiled, for a moment he thought she had seen him. But then she grasped her dagger and began her chant. He was safe.
She raised her hands to the moon, seeming to cup it's light and carry it toward her as she ran her fingers through her hair. The wind picked up and swept the curls back from her face. She skimmed her fingers along her flesh, down her neck, across her breasts, giggling as her nipples reacted to the caress. Down across her belly and between her legs. She barely touched herself before continuing down her legs. It was almost as if she was showering without water. Cleansing herself with the moonlight.
He watched, transfixed, as she ran her hands down her body, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Her hair cascading down her back. When she giggled, he moaned. He needed her. He stood and began walking silently toward the clearing. His eyes taking in every inch of her beauty. As he walked, he let fall his cloak. His manhood sticking straight out from his body. Throbbing in his need of her.
She was totally caught up in the sensation of the wind on her skin. Tangling her hair. Her hands moving across her body, barely touching her sensitive places. She was totally lost in the glow of the moon, the feeling of the night wind, the magic of the night. She began chanting again. Welcoming the spirits from the other side as they crossed through the veil. She felt their presence as they passed near her. Like lovers against her skin. She was so caught up in the sensation, she didn't sense the all too real presence moving toward her.
As he entered the clearing, the wind gusted and the candles guttered out. The clearing was plunged into darkness as the clouds conspired to hide the moon at the same moment. He smiled, raised his hands and began his own chant. While he was speaking, the candle flames jumped and danced, the wind howled, and the girl in the center of the circle began to dance. He moved around her in a circle. Directing her movements like a puppeteer. Her eyes locked on his, pleading, not understanding his control over her.
She twirled and danced at his direction. Unable to resist. Unsure if she even wanted to. He was beautiful. Exactly as she'd pictured him. It was as if he'd walked from her dreams into life. And perhaps, on this night of magic, he had done just that.
He dropped his arms and she stopped moving. He beckoned and she walked to the edge of her circle where he waited. He motioned to the candles and she blew them out, one by one. Then he pointed at her dagger. She pulled it from the ground and unmade her circle. Turning slowly counter-clockwise and then thrusting the knife to the sky. Then she knelt before him, head bowed.
He walked to her, smiling at her bowed head. He ran his fingers through her wildly tangled hair, gently combing it. He knelt before her, lifting her chin with a finger and looking into her eyes. Slowly he bent his head and kissed her. His tongue lightly trailing along her lips, requesting entrance. Her mouth opened beneath his, their tongues met.
