Beltane Rite

Beltane Rite
For many years now,I have suffered or enjoyed,being transported.through the mists,of dreams.to a place out of time,lost in time.Real somehow but,unreal.otherworldly,Primal,a place that exists between worlds,accessible only in the times between times at dusk at dawn through mists and haze.In the times of change.
I fall asleep restlessly fitfully ,this time with thoughts of Andrea.The sensual,The Goddess....Soaring through my mind like sharks in frenzy.Flashing Darting and flitting uncontrolled and unrestrained.
I awake startled to a familiar landscape,I rejoice in my heart “i am home again”.The acrid smells of hundreds of fires.Of cooking and incense,leather and beasts.Base things somehow sensual,Primordial.The murmur and drone of a thousand voices in all directions.Hushed and reverent,but all pervasive like heavy machinery moving past.We are in a clearing,in the forest.circular and around one hundred metres across,grassed .With a round arrangement of stones,In the centre.Ancient stone. From prehistory,their origins unknown to me.
Tonight i am the personification of the Celtic god Cernunnos.The horned beast of the forest.We are in a time of pure truth,Before Christ or the god of the Israelites.There is no Religion,save the worship of the forest,The trees.Of life,of rebirth.There is no right or wrong,only that which is,and that which is bought to be. thoughts and deeds are unshackled here.
I have been anointed with oils,my body glistening and rippling in the fading afternoon light.I am a Hunter,a Warrior,I have fought countless battles to become the champion of my peoples.Scars cover my body, haphazardly patterned by blade and spear.In my prime with muscular physique and certainty of mind.I wear only a loincloth,around my neck a golden torc and headdress adorned with horns.I take what i want in this world.I have no fear of beast or man.
Across the field ringed with bonfires,ready to put to flame.I catch glimpse of her.The Lady,the Goddess.Attended by her dozen handmaidens,who have prepared her,bathed her,manicured her,with no shame they have anointed her body,with oils.Scented with the wild flowers of the forest.A dozen young nubile women,The most beautiful and desirable, whispering and giggling as they,worked the oil firmly into her flesh.across her breasts ,her neck,down ever down across her stomach,her hips her outer thighs.The fingers fluttering all about her.the maidens flush as they massage the oil into her pelvic mound even they are aroused by her.they don’t shirk their work and their fingers and palms massage the ladies pussy,till it glistens,her nipples standing out in anticipation,The whole experience is intoxicating to her.her mind swims,her skin prickles,her desires awakened she is ripe,ready.Already an ache is forming,deep within her.An ache of wanting,of desire.
The Druid priest,from his position among the Ancient stone,signals with his staff. Hewn from the holy oak of the forest.The chanting and drumming begins then,a thousand voices.The bonfires are lit .The people start toward the stones,then begin to circle.Dressed in course cloth,their bodies decorated with symbols in blue woad,clay and pigments from the forest,adorned with feathers,flowers,leaves horns and antlers.A thousand people form a procession,chanting,gesturing as they began to dance in unending circles around the ancient stone,their eyes wild,their movements sporadic,hypnotic.The festival of Beltane begins.
I move forward towards the stones.From the far edge of the field,the Lady does the same.Ringed by her maidens.They are dressed in fine white robes,their hair wrists and throats,adorned with wild flower garlands.I have a dozen,Brave and hardened warriors at my heels,as we move through the crowd.Fifty deep,parting the way for us,like sharks through schools of baitfish.We Stride toward the stone Altar,the holy site.
We thread our way through the rough hewn stone pillars,our eyes upon the maidens.Lithe and beautiful.Their movements mirror ours.My eyes are locked on the Lady,somehow familiar to me,i regard her unashamedly,I am well used to supplication, I expect it i demand it.She returns my gaze unflinchingly.For she is a Goddess,proud,strong,capable and desirable. In touch with her desires,and In control of her world.Our eyes lock,I feel my manhood twitch and begin to swell with wanting.I don’t feel but know,she is a goddess,I am sure she is fantastic..with her dark hair,her svelte and luscious form,By the fire light,i can make out the form of her breasts beneath her robes.It makes me draw breath involuntarily to behold her.I know must have her!.......and... i ...will!..
We move to the central altar,our attendants circle us and take position inside the stones.The old priest presents us a large cup with two handles,nine inches in diameter.Brimming with a sacrament ,herbal infusion and mead.we hold the cup up between us.Staring into each others eyes,and drink.First tipping it to me,then in turn the lady.We drink thirstily as our lips feel parched,Our throats dry.It is a heady brew.It’s effects combines with the cacophony of sound,all around us,the rhythmic drumming chanting crowd of followers.light flickering as the fires burn,painting the scene with an reddish orange hue.
All the while our eyes transfixed upon each other.Thirst for fluid sated,I remove the vessel from the lady’s grasp and drop it to the ground.I can take it no more i must,see her to touch her,to take her as a woman.Single mindedly i approach her.She doesn’t flinch or waiver,her sense of purpose excites me.I reach her and slowly caress her neck ,lithe and smooth her scent assails me,it has more effect on me than arrows or spears.I can feel an animalistic lust for her,welling up inside me.I am fully aroused now,my manhood throbbing for her.straining against my loincloth.I reach down and slowly remove her robes,sliding them smoothly from her shoulders,she shrugs them off,they fall away to the ground ,I gasp at the sight of her.the crowd gasps too,they press forward slightly.She stands proud and defiant,as a thousand people regard her naked form.She is radiant Beautiful.Transfixed upon her taking in her body ,drinking it greedily,I move towards her and she reaches down to remove my covering,her nimble fingers release me and my shaft springs from restraint.My member is bulging,veins pulsing the head purple with the blood coursing through it.My heart is beating loudly,.My rigid cock,seems to pulse with the beat,rising and falling slightly,in rhythm with the beating drums.She reaches down and takes my throbbing shaft in her hand,and i let out a groan like a wild animal.Stroking me her eyes become wide she is so very,erotic.So very willing,It drives me to the edge of control.I move unthinkingly with a purpose programmed in nature.passed down through the ages from the dawn of time.I steer her gently but firmly to the altar.My hands exploring her body,My engorged penis nudging at her abdomen.I grab her at the base of her neck my fingers touching her hair stroking,caressing as i pull her to me and taste her lips,hungrily desperately I feel i must have her.I turn her away from me.clutching one of her breasts and massaging it.i look down at her.Her sweet and sexy arse is at once familiar,...Andrea...I don’t know if she is real,or just part of my dream.Substituted by my powerful subconscious mind.All around the crowd is chanting crazily their dancing at a peak the drumming all pervasive leering at us like starving masses looking on a feast.The last grip on sanity is lostI don’t care if it is her,the power of my wanting is too great.I MUST TAKE THIS WOMAN NOW.
I take her leg and raise it to the altar,she presents herself to me urging me on with her eyes.I reach down and massage her pussy with my fingers and palm.She quivers as i kneed her.i slip a finger inside her moist slit,the feeling is wonderful as i slid it along the length of her.I raise my hand and taste her,sweet and sticky juice,i love it .it lubricates my entry as i slide slowly into her.The feeling of her tightness makes me reel.She tilts her head back,as i slowly ease in and out of her.I pull her hair back with one hand as i fuck her slowly and firmly,the full length of my rigid member at every stroke.Her neck is exposed to me and i kiss it and lick it.Building my pace as i do.The people around us start losing their inhibitions totally i look up to see my warriors defiling the hand maidens,some on their knees before them sucking their turgid cocks,others fucking in various positions.My warriors between the maidens legs licking at their hot wet pussies.sex all around us.I grab Andrea’s hair with both hand desperate for release,I start to pound her ,my groin slamming into her perfect ass.My desperate thrusts seem to go on forever i don’t want to hurt,her but i must climax,as if life depended on it.My driving thrusts mirroring the beat of the drums.I feel my self coming.I pull my self from her and she turns over on the altar.she is stroking me with her hand as i climax in huge sprays .She is covered in my seed from her mound to her breasts long stripes of it.i groan ecstatically, throwing my head back,roaring like a lion.I reach down and massage my seed into her body,it is silky smooth and hot she is covered in sweat and i lick it up from her.I go down between her legs and start to eat her hungrily, she is tender but i am insatiable,and lap at her with long firm strokes of my tongue.She arches her back whimpering as she climaxes,sending me into another fit of madness.I stand and enter her again pumping my self in and out of her furiously,my hand at her neck again drawing her to me.Grinding myself into her again and again.This time when i orgasm i fill her with my spray,my still hard member twitching and squirting inside her.I pull it from her and she hungrily takes it in her mouth.I pull her down the length of it by her wet hair until she has all that she can take in her mouth.Then i start to slide it in and out of her,bidding her to suck on it as i do.The feeling of her soft lips and the suction of her mouth overcomes me.My head is swimming,sweating flushed and exhausted I pass out,only to wake in my room at home sweating,disorientated and listless and late for work again...