From: galahad93@aol.com (Galahad93)
Subject: The Ritual: mm, mysticism, magick...
Date: 13 Aug 1996 07:02:44 -0400
The Ritual
a tale of Erotic Male Mysticism by...
-=Lord Winterhawke=-
vampire@bbs.eyecon.com
or
galahad93@aol.com
(c)1996 Ciaran MacDhomhnaill
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Note from the Author:
I write stories combining Erotic principles with teachings of
Mysticism, for mostly
Gay/Bi Men and those interested in Homo-Erotica. If you are not of the age
of eighteen, you probably shouldn't be reading this.
This is for consenting adults, about consenting adults, and tells
about the first time I
initiated a student of mine into the Arts of Sex Magick. If you have any
questions, comments, stories of your own, or so forth I welcome them.
Goddess Bless,
Lord Winterhawke
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We stand in a circle of stones. Our bodies garbed in silk robes. Mine
is white. Yours
is black. We are like two pillars within a temple, our muscles making
buldges in the robe as we walk. I stand before you, open your robe so
your body in its naked splendour stands before me; and I greet you with
consecration...
Blessed be your lips which speak the ancient tongues.
*I kiss your softly*
Blessed be your breast formed in strength and
beauty.
*I kiss your chest softly, at the center, and
then kiss each
nipple bringing it into my mouth to worship
with the adoration
one would give to a God. Running my tongue
aroound the tip and
licking outwards towards the
rim.*
Blessed be your cock source of will and
eterrnal power.
*I suck your cock gently into my mouth. Your seven
inches push
slowly and gently into my throat as my hot lips and
tongue search it
gently stroking it like a ice pop. Running my lips
across the head
making your body shake before me. I kiss it softly
and continue.*
Blessed be your knees which shall kneel at
the altar.
*I kiss both your
knees.*
Blessed be your feet which lead you
on the way.
*I kiss your feet softly like
kissing a small child.*
I kiss you softly on the lips bring your lips to intertwine with my,
your tongue,
questing deep into the open crevice of my mouth search for relief only my
body will give
you.
Blessed be, Lover Eternal.
You respond to the kiss with one of your own. Your hand moves and
undoes the
singilum holding my robe closed. Your left hand grasps my seven and a half
inch, uncut
cock, causing me to moan as you pull the foreskin back and forth over its
erect posture.
Your right hand reaches around my back and grasps my ass cheek.
You stop and greet me with your own consecreation.
Blessed be, Master
Lover.
Blessed be thy lips which spoke to me the sacred
spells.
*You kiss my lips. Not with the passion of before but with all the
love in the world.*
Blessed be thy breast which huddled my naked crying body
against thee.
*You kiss my chest.*
Blessed be thy cock which I feel even in dream probing the depths
inside me questing my naked form to be
one with you, to never part.
*You suck my cock into your mouth and pull me in and out, thrusting
to the
deepest part of my throat. I don't make you gag. I could never
hurt you.*
Blessed be thy knees which shall kneel behind my body. For my body is
the altar.
*You kiss me knees in soft submission, knowing I am your
protector.*
Blessed be thy feet which lead you to this place tonight.
To me.
*You kiss my feet, and look up into my eyes with all the love in
the world.*
I lift your body, the robe still falling across you, and carry you
into the ritual bathing
room of the side to this one. I strip you. I love the way the silk of the
robe falls across the
light skin of your naked body. It fills me with the fire that makes me
want to take you. I want you so badly but it must wait.
I remove my own robe, my cock bouncing against my thigh, and I carry
you into the
pool. I sponge your body with the warm water, and kiss your back and
buttocks softly as if
you were a china doll. I will protect you, my mind whispers over the
beauty of the scene to
you.
I soap your chest, and kneck, and arms. I sponge off the soap, and
stroke your nipples
in my hands playing with the tips and pinching them softly and with care
to excite you and
not hurt you.
I rub the white studs of the soap across your back. I soap your
buttocks, and the nape
of you kneck. And that place where the underwear band seems to sit too
tight that makes you itch. I insert a soaped finger into your anus, annd
rub your insides softly and gently to cleanse you and prepare you.
I stroke over your body with the sponge watching the whiteness of the
soap being
replaced by the light tan of your skin which betrays your ancestry.. the
sweetness of the flesh from the naked bodies of Cherokee Warriors who
called on the Grandmother of Fire to grant victory in Battle, and the
Grandfather of the Winds to hide them from their foes. The bodies of
Druids washing themselves in the waters of Glastonburry asking the
blessings of the Priesteshood of Dar Abba to be upon them. Serving the God
and the Goddess until their deaths.
The run my hands through your long dark hair, massaging my fingers on
your scalp.
Lavendar, Rosemary, Sage, and Lemon sweeten your hair and kneck, and oil
of jasmine
annoints your kneck and feet. I lay you back against the stone of the man
made underground pool, and I wash your genitals, massaging your cock and
balls between my soapy fingers. I cleanse the pubic hair with essennces of
strawberry and orange, and I annoint it with essences of chamomile and
sandalwood.
I rinse you and watch the warm water go down your back.
I bathe myself, as you eye me. My long dark scottish curly hair all
the way down to
my buttocks soaped with bayberry and arnica, and my body is scented with
the bergamot soap I use. The mix of mints and orange wash over your
senses. You want me.
I soap my chest, the hair clinging to me, a dark patch on my pale
skin. I look almost
unearthly, like a Sidh of ancient myth. My uncut cock, covered with white
foam, lays against the inside of my thigh. My large low hanging balls rest
against them protected by strong muscled legs.
We rinse and leave the tub. You are naked. I adorn you with a jade
earcuff, which
leads down to a lapis earing in your right ear. You feel the power
eminating from it. Charged my my sexual alchemy, days of masturbation and
rithing against the cold stone of my temple room.
I wrap myself in a thin white gauze robe. It hides nothing but looks
magickal hanging
against my strong frame. My hair is braided with snow owl and raven
feathers, and beads of amethyst, quartz, moonstone, and amber. I look like
a Snow God.
We walk into the temple and I lay you down in the circle of candle. I
stroke your soft
body in my hand. The soft hair which clings to your chest, arms, legs, and
cock is smooth to the touch and gives a hint of man to my boy.
I make love to you as I have done a thousand time. I rest my lips on
your body and
suck your cock into my mouth. It goes deep into my throat, as the warmth
of my lips sinks to your root. You moan softly and clutch your fingers
about my kneck and back. You cry out for me.
My hand massages the inside of your thigh and gropes your balls
stroking the velvety
softness beneath the tips of my fingers causing an electrical shock
pleasantly to rush through our system. The index finger of my right hand
slowly enters your anus which wraps around it like my mouth swallowing
your prize.
I stroke and suck you causing tremors of pleasure to rush through
your body. I push
you against the altar. My cock, hard and trembling presses its head
against the entrance to your warmth. I press myself against you causing
myself to flow in like the sea flowing into a single river. You gasp and
pull against me.
I rock against you pushing myself in and out making you moan and
scream with a
pleaure you haven't known for a very long time. When you come your warmth
contracts
about my hard rod with spasms of its own. That sets my body into waves of
excitement
causing me to deposit my load deep into your soft ass.
I pull out and lay against you kissing you for a long time. I have
shown you a power
you will never match in your life. You are mine forever.
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