The woods are so dark for a full moon night. You walk quickly to your destination. The energy of nature filling you, pulling you toward the event you have been waiting for so long.
You reach the clearing. You take in the scene, awed by the power of nature to create such an inviting vista, such a perfect temple for the ritual of the evening. The large flat rock honed by nature, a perfect altar; set on the shores of the peaceful lake, the wide green meadow stretching beyond the shores. The whole clearing ringed with giant oaks, creating a stage for the stars-the only witnesses to this evenings blessing. The heavens adding to the mystical aura of the evening, with the sparkling and twinkling of millions of natures night lights set against the cobalt blue night sky. The wind blowing gently through the oaks, rippling the waters of the lake, carrying nature's symphony on its wings, perfect music for the night.
Then, she steps into view. A vision of the Goddess herself, standing high above you, as if floating in mid air, she bows her head to in silent greeting. She stands silently; awaiting you, long diaphanous silk billowing about her body in the breeze. Her fiery gold hair playing about her shoulders in a tumultuous riot. You look up and see the moon high above you in the September sky, as if nodding approval of the sacrament. You close the distance between you quickly, coming to rest at the base of the rock. She knows it is time, her training now put to the test. She is the maiden, you the hunter.
You watch dumbstruck as she raises her arms silently to her sides. The wind increasing in strength slightly, at her quiet beckoning, takes the robe from her body. It floats gently away, swaying like a leaf in the night wind, glowing like a stray moonbeam over the water. You see her smile. Her confidence in her gifts apparent; her abilities to control the wind, the water, the fire and the air; to tap into the magick of the earth itself, a result of years of training. All for this one moment, her first right as high priestess.
She raises her hands higher; seeming to call to the moon. Flames burst into life in the fire pit below the altar as she calls fire from the air! The moonlight answers her plea, bathing her in sweet white light. Her body glistens with youth, her hair shimmers in the flickering light of the bonfire. She lowers her gaze to meet you. Your eyes traveling over her body from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. Following her pale flawless skin past her knees, resting momentarily on the fiery thatch between her legs. Higher still across her belly up to her firm breasts tipped with coral colored nipples, puckered from excitement. Your gaze coming to rest on her face, heart shaped, and perfect, green eyes glowing from the depths of her passionate soul, with more than a hint of pride and independence.
She lowers her arms in front of her opening them to you, welcoming you to the arms of the Goddess!
You go to her willingly, ready to accept your place at her side. A consort of the maiden, hunter for the The Great Lady. She takes you to the altar stone. Standing in front of you she begins to remove your clothing with expert hands, gently teasing fingers brushing your already heightened senses. Your garments fall by the wayside. You stand before her, both of you naked now, as nature intended.
Without speaking, she places her hands on your shoulders and gently guides you down on the alter stone. As you come to rest on your back, you feel her climb on the altar beside you. You gaze up at the night sky, trying to concentrate on breathing, unsure what is to come but eagerly anticipating the experience. The wind blows gently across your body and you feel the maiden move between your legs. Glancing down you see her face, raised to the heavens, eyes closed, invoking the presence of the lady. She gently lowers her face. Reaches out with both hands, and cups your manhood, gently.
