Sex Majik
16:17 Aug 30 2005
Times Read: 491
Soft sand slid between the coveners toes as they spiral danced around the fire that lit up the midnight sky. In the center of their circle dressed in heavy dark red ritual garb stood the High Priest and High Priestess. He faced north, and she, south.
Gazing deeply into each other’s eyes, their arms slowly rose up from their sides touching at the fingertips and connecting at the palms. In sync, they closed their eyes and taking a deep breath of the salty ocean air, let their heads fall back. In the distance they could hear the coveners chanting, the snapping and crackling of the blazing fire, and the rustling of their robes as they drew closer to each other.
To the west of them was placed a beautiful three foot tall black marble altar adorned with the finest satin fabrics and custom phallus statues. There were two steps leading atop the cold stone tablet, to which he guided his Priestess, lay her down, then leaned in for the kiss of protection.
Leaving her on the altar, the Priest stepped to the offering table, where he took hold of the athame with his left hand and with his right, the anointing oil. Quietly he paced back to his priestess and before beginning the ritual placed the oil on the altar beside her. He stood now facing East in the goddess position, athame raised to the sky and blessed the womb of his soon to be lover.
“As above, so below!” he said in a deep powerful voice as he glided the athame into the sand. Tearing the robe open from his Priestess’ body leaving her naked and displayed, he took the oil and anointed her milky white flesh. Seconds later she returns the favor and uses chocolate body frosting to paint a phallus on his chest. Moments pass while the coveners chant....”come forth, o children, under the stars, and take your fill of love.... come forth, o children, under the stars, and take your fill of love.”
Now kneeling in front of his Priestess the Priest picks a juicy strawberry out of a small basket held by one of the coveners and holds it to her mouth, keeping a steady hand on her cheek to hold her head up. In a powerful tone he reads the invocation of the Goddess Aphrodite. “Goddess of love, Goddess of sex, raise the energies in this circle, we invoke you and ask for your presence in this sacred rite....” As he goes on with the reading his Priestess takes a bite out of the strawberry letting a drip of its aromatic juice slither out the corner of her mouth and down her chin. With a soft brush of his tongue he drinks the droplets from her lips.
With much ease the Priestess sat up from her position and following the same pattern as her Priest, picked a strawberry from the basket and placed her palm on his cheek wrapping her long delicate fingers around the base of his neck while touching the berry to the hot angelic folds of his mouth. She in turn also effectively recited the invocation to the God Dionysus. “...God of wine and ecstacy, bring to this ripe vessel you power...”
As she finished the invocation, the Priest gently let his salivating lips part to indulge in the fruit of love. Feeling the energy build from within both found themselves lustful and connected to the other. Lightly leaning over her, the Priest let his robe drape over them, cloaking the enactment to which they were about to perform, giving him and his Priestess total closure from the on looking coveners.
Making sure the High Priestess was properly lubricated, he sat back, parted her thighs and licked every crevice of her hidden skin. Satisfying her every need, he began to make wide circles around pushing out with each rotation, finally thrusting into her deep gaping hole. Deliciously she moaned and started to pant, letting her partner know that if he went on she would climax.
Allowing her to remain aroused, he carefully crawled up aligning their chakras and passionately kissed her, permitting her to taste the fluids of luxuria. Softly he raised his pelvis and immersed his thick glistening head into her portal of lust, driving the shaft deeper into her hollow. Breathing more rapidly, both partners swallowed hard and paced themselves to the chanting in the setting. In and out, sweet and sensual, growing to harder and faster. His thrusts became more forceful as they starred in each others eyes keeping total concentration on the enchanting execution.
As the coveners became muffled he slowed his motion, again pacing the process. Still keeping eye contact, he fixed his position to hold the Priestess’ arms high above her head. The chanting continued to mature to a high pitched squall, signaling the leaders of the end of the Great Rite, just as they exploded into intense moans of pure bliss.
With an exhausted body the Priest fell to his lovers bosom, taking care to maintain his position, so not to disappoint his Priestess.
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