—— Author's Note: This is the last part of my NSFW, 18+ story. It includes Incest, anal and other sexual content. Synopsis: Sara's new dream shows her the way. Thank you. ——
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This dream was much different from the others --
It felt like I was watching a movie again. At the pitch-black of a moonless night, a violent storm raged around a small clearing that was perched on a high, mountain plateau and ringed by a thick forest of dead trees. Thunder boomed in the distance, combining with sporadic flashes of lightning that illuminated and gave shape to thick, black clouds above.
Just inside the trees stood five, stone monoliths, each about 10 feet tall and regularly spaced to form a circle around the edge of the clearing. Near the top of each pillar was a carved satyr in a dancing pose featuring a huge, sperm-spurting erection ... just like the tattoo my mom had on her belly. Between the monuments, large torches on poles provided meager but adequate lighting, their flames flaring in the twisting wind.
From above, a pentagram was visible, red-ish lines made of crushed stone running from pillar-to-pillar to form it. Tied to stakes in a spread-eagle position, a man lies on his back in the center of the mystical symbol, clothed in a knee-length tunic.
Accompanied by a ground-shaking boom of thunder, a bolt of lightning snaps to earth nearby. It illuminates another man that is standing, secured to the pillar at the top point of the pentagram. Four metal rods protrude from the sides of the pillar, two at thigh height and two just above his head. His wrists are bound to the two by his head while his legs are free.
Looking around the circle, he seemed to be searching for something hidden in the trees. A moment later, what had alerted him came into view from the darkness. Two satyrs entered the circle, their hooves clopping on the rough stone as they circle the man in the center. At first they appeared real, but upon closer inspection, it became apparent they were just two, nude males that looked like satyrs. Each had a horse's tail, attached by means of an anal plug. Fake horse ears poked out from their long, neatly-curled hair while their hooves are merely shoes in disguise. Thick, braided, black beards hid their necks. Upon their heads they wore a headband of grape vines.
Whooping and hollering, they taunted the reclining man, before moving to encircle the other one and continue their ritual. What was not phony was the large cock each one possessed, bouncing in full erection against their bellies as they pranced about. One of the satyrs held a flute in his hand and began to play a lively tune.
Out of the blackness of the forest, four women twirled into the light. With long, wild, brown locks blowing in the wind, they turned in slow pirouettes, their arms weaving about their heads. Long, filmy gowns floated around their slender bodies, occasionally whipping in the stiff breeze. Three wore rather plain, white gowns while the other was finer dressed. Colored dark-green and brown, ornate layers of fabric were accented with intricate gold edging. Atop her head sat a simple crown of flowers and vines.
One of the women danced to a small, stone table sitting between the two, leg-pillars. On it sat a large jug along with numerous, decorated goblets. Lifting the jug, she filled all the cups with what appeared to be wine, then passed them to the others as they made their way to her. Everyone drank heartily before continuing their dancing and revelry.
Just like in my previous dreams, I was suddenly transferred into a body. I became the woman in the elaborate gown. Moving to the table, I drank from the goblet I was handed. The wine was warm, tasty and potent. When I was done, I took another filled goblet, slowly dancing my way over to the male that was bound to the monolith. On my way there, I observed with curiosity the ladies and satyrs dancing around the man tied on the ground. The woman at the table brought him a goblet, then held up his head so he could also drink some wine.
Just a passenger along for the ride, I was not in control of this body. I stopped in front of the handsome man to give him a drink, making sure he had finished the cup before dropping it to the ground. All the women had been softly calling out and cheering, up until now. When they started to speak, I didn't recognize the words. However, I did understand them. The name
'Dionysus'
was included.
I turned to watch everyone cavorting around the man on the ground, their arms thrust toward the sky as they prayed to the heavens. The women were beseeching Dionysus for his gifts and praising him for their immortality and happiness. He was the giver of all things and only asked for their love and loyalty, which they pledged to him for eternity.
It was truly strange to hear all the gibberish - to understand it completely - without comprehending the words themselves. I assumed it was Greek, since that was the language of Dionysus and my ancestors.
The women - they
had
to be Maenads - approached me, taking my arms and leading me back to the table to feed me more wine. As I drank, I became the center of attention. I was now the one they danced for and called out to. I was a priestess, direct from his loins, and his conduit that blessed all his sons and daughters, bestowing all his gifts upon them. They implored me to take my great-grandfather's gift and pass it to my brother, so that everyone might be glorified and continue down the path of true belief.
Their dance moved to the man who was lying on the ground. There, they began a carnal display of seduction and titillation. Skirts were hoisted high while they twirled, exposing their naked bodies. In turn, they each moved over the man to squat and show him their cunts. One of them was singing a tale as she danced - a tale of a virile Master who was the father of greatness ... a father to sons and daughters who continued the glory of the family of Dionysus.
While she told her story, another Maenad opened his tunic. He had been called a great-grandfather, but he didn't appear old - at least not that old. By today's standards, he looked middle-aged. One part of him, I quickly recognized - his massive, caricature cock, just like my father possessed the first time I had seen him.
I began walking slowly toward him while the third Maenad began to strip her robes. She squatted over his hips to rub his cock with her pussy. As I neared, I could see the heavy swing of her tits away from her body. She ground against and swiftly coated his prick with a sheen of wetness from her cunt.
