Holy Days

by Teri

It is December 22nd. This is my holy day, my version of Christmas. For me, this day brings birth and rebirth; it is a day of beginnings. You will celebrate this in three days. I see this as fitting, three has always been magical. It also gives us time.

The moon looks like an eye staring down from the heavens. An eye aware of everything, casting its own light the better to see. The clear, star-filled night I asked for shimmers around me. Warmer than expected, I can't complain. If this were Buffalo, the temperature would be in the low 30's. Thank you, Lady.

Magic.

I hope you understand this of me. I see patterns in the world around me: patterns of pain, love and choice. I draw these patterns in the ground, tracing them with my dagger.

In the center, I've laid a fire, as yet unlit. Candles flicker in the night breeze, colors chosen lifetimes before my own.

The red candle burns beside the tallest tree. Know, this fire causes pain for its intensity; a fire which needs must be cared for or it dies. Red for fire burning, searing passion, and love that catches the soul. This is who I am, as well as my choice.

Wind slips through the trees, rustling the few remaining leaves. The earth smells tangy and ripe. Occasionally, the scents of pine and sometimes mushrooms tantalize me. I move out of the altar I've created. Tonight, I must guide you to this place. Although this space belongs to you, I've borrowed it for the next few hours.

Meeting you, I silently take your hand and lead the way back. Hair flowing over my shoulders, my robe shifts and billows around me. Turning, I see the expression of uncertainty on your face.

"Trust me."

You glance at me, startled. "How...?"

I place a finger on your lips. "How could I NOT know?" Comforted, you drop a light kiss on my forehead. We finish our walk in silence.

At the grove, I stand you in front of the tree. Turning away for a moment, I light my fire. There is some danger in this. If someone notices, they may come and investigate, but we should be far enough away. Returning to your side, I see you shiver. Softly, I place my hand over your heart. " Do you trust me? "

Bringing my hand to your mouth, I feel you whisper the answer. With this assurance, I deftly tie your arms to the tree. Standing by the fire, I look at you. Like Odin on the Tree of Life or Christ on the Cross, you stand vulnerable. Being tied to my hearth, I can not say what I truly wish to accomplish this night. I do know that I want you.

The bodies of men have always fascinated me. Their smells, feels and differences catch my attention at odd moments. My beliefs hold that goddesses and gods have equal importance. When I chose my Goddess, I chose one with meaning to my life. She represents many things to which I aspire. I am the embodiment of Her. I have yet to choose my God. Every man I meet and love, I treat as I would Him.

I find that which makes men... Men, very special.

You're surprised when I unsheath my dagger from my waist. You hadn't seen it. Smiling, I kneel in front of the red candle and place my blade in the flame. Rising to my feet I repeat the action four more times once at each of the other three candles before coming back to the red one again.

Kissing the blade I place it on the ground at your feet. Not wishing you to chill or endure any other distraction, I add wood to the fire. Picking up my knife, I move to your side.

Placing the edge at the juncture of each button, I methodically pop each one of them off. Starting at your neck I very slowly, very lightly, trace every muscle, every bone, and every sinew in your chest. With a firmer touch I run my hands down from your nipples to your pant waist. My lips curve into a smile as your stomach muscles react.

Bowing towards an object d'art, I give my highest accolade. My lips caress every inch of skin in reach. My breath, alternately cool and warm, blows across your body. I moisten my parched lips and mouth with my tongue. Parting my lips, I move up your chest. Standing before you, I reaffirm the perfection of your body. Your nipples are within easy reach of my mouth. Reverently, I let my tongue caress them, nibbling their hardness. Between us, I feel your cock rise in reaction.

Kneeling in front of you, fire at my back, I feel empowered and powerful. Tonight, this is my task, my duty.

As a pagan, duty rarely interferes with needs or desires. Looking up at you, your face falls under shadows. The only truth I need concern myself with strains before me. Slowly I undo the button to your corduroys. The sound of your zipper can barely be heard over the crackling fire and our breathing. The outline of your cock stands out in relief before me, the veins just noticeable through your shorts. I slide your underwear and pants down your hips, leaving enough room for me to see you unimpeded.

Moving forward, I place soft kisses on your cock. Tonguing the head lightly, I slip it into my mouth. Your breath hisses, startled by the warmth, the wetness of my mouth. You jut your hips at me, silently asking me to take in more of you. Your servant in this, I part my lips wider, giving you better access. My tongue tracing your pulsing veins, you pump in and out of my mouth. My lips glisten with moisture created to ease friction. Secure, knowing you can't slip away, my hands cup your ass. Holding you to me, I feel your muscles slide under my fingers with every movement.

Sweat forms on your chest, sliding down toward where we are joined. Looking up, I see firelight flickering over your body, dancing playfully. My tongue sweeps over you.

Wishing for a deeper connection, I reach between my legs, coating my fingers. Bringing my hand to your ass again, I carefully place a finger at your hole. I hear groans laced with frustration. You can't decide which way to press into me.

When you thrust into my mouth, I gain the leverage to press into you. Our rhythm settles into a pattern of mutual penetration. My free hand moves up to caress your lower back. Knees trembling, I quickly brace myself against the tree. Unwilling to break the spell, I insert another finger into your waiting ass.

"Teri..." Your voice raspy, the sound barely a whisper.

Unwilling to talk with my mouth full, a third finger caresses you. The strength of your thrusts causes your swinging balls to slap against my chin. Tasting saltly cum forming, I suck on you, my tongue moving rapidly. I glance up, watching moonlight reveal the tension building in your body. I lift my head up, releasing you for a second.

"Now! Now, Lee!" I whisper.

Your hips pump faster and I see a bound fist clench out of the corner of my eye. Throwing your head back, you cum in my mouth. The glade echos with your cries.

Licking the last of your cum off my lips, I stand up. Clasping your hands in mine, I kiss the pulse beating in your exposed neck. We stand this way until your breathing eases.

With one last shudder, you look down at me. "Teri..." I hear you murmur my name, but I'm unsure of what you're trying to tell me. Afraid of the response, I don't ask.

My hands run up your arms, fingers combing through your hair. Gently, I pull your head to me. Your tongue parts my lips, sinking into me as your cock just did. Finishing your exploration, you sigh and lean against the tree.

Releasing my hold on you, I begin to undo my circle. Moving from candle to candle, I extinguish each flame with my fingers and a silent prayer for your understanding. When the candles are put away, I return to your side.

Taking my blade up for the last time this evening, I free you from the bonds. Rubbing your wrists for a second, you look off into the distance.

No longer feeling the power of the moment, fearing your displeasure, I fall to the ground. Kneeling in front of you, my hands shake. My breath shudders through me.

Startled by a twig breaking, I glance toward you. Slowly, you kneel next to me, your arms moving to encircle me. I relax into your embrace. You lean against the tree, bringing me with you. Resting against you, I watch the flames flicker in the breeze. Drawing me closer, you rest your head on mine, breathing in the scent of my hair.

Most of the light now comes from the stars and the fire. We sit quietly, watching the embers form, saying nothing. An owl calls somewhere overhead. Realizing you must be getting back, I sit up. Your arms fall away from me. Taking your hand, I drop a kiss in your palm before helping you stand. Quickly banking the fire, I grab my tools and follow you out of the glade.

I still don't know if you understand. I may never know. Perhaps it doesn't matter. I'm still the same person with whom you became friends. Nothing changes that.

The moon, having seen everything she required, leaves our part of the heavens.