This is a work of fiction. It is straight out of my imagination, except for most of the pagan practices mentioned.
This is written for adults and if you are not supposed to read this where you live, then please don't.
Part 2
I served dinner and was pleasantly surprised he was a good eater and he had very good table manners. I kept the wine pouring as I asked him about his interest in the craft. He was well spoken and seemed educated. I tried to read him, but he was a bit of a puzzle. We discussed his family and mine. His parents lived across the country in California and he had a sister that lived near them. He had visited Savannah as a child and always loved it. He moved here after school to get away and be on his own.
"So, why did you take up the craft?"
"Oh, well, I fell into it in a way. I was agnostic for most of my teen years and then realized that there was something that moved me, and I could feel it around me all the time. I started to read on religion and discovered that the craft made the most sense and felt like the way." I sat speechless at how well he had summed up his calling.
"It happened to me in much the same way. I have always been a reader. I hung out with psychics and such as a young man. I read about the craft and soon found that I was living it." I took another bite of my potatoes and remembered when I was his age. I went to live with Marina and she showed me the way.
"You aren't that old now," he said bringing me back to the table.
"What," I asked a bit confused.
"You said that about when you were a young man. You are not old." I am sure I blushed. I could feel the heat radiate from my cheeks. I guess I was young enough to still do that. "Do you mind if I ask how old?" I smiled and looked down at my plate.
"Thirty-four," I said as I pushed my food around on the china.
"See, that isn't old."
"So, how old are you," I asked now looking at him. I wanted to see his face when he answered.
"Twenty-three." His face betrayed nothing. He simply stated it and continued eating. The number eleven popped into my head. Eleven years difference between us. I was shocked that I thought of that so quickly. What did it matter how far apart our ages were. After diner we discussed the rules of the house over coffee in the parlor. He was to live in the house and study the craft. He had his freedom to come and go as he pleased. He was not to disturb me when I worked on my artwork, and I would not disturb him when he was alone in his room. He had full run of the house, except for my bedroom, and the studio. He would share in the chores and pay for any long distance calls and other expenses. It was a pretty typical set up.
"So, what do you do, Ryan," I asked, disturbed that I hadn't thought to ask before.
"Oh, I am an accountant. Boring, huh?" I smiled and was happy to hear he had a good job. I knew he was well educated, but I couldn't guess what he did.
"Well, tomorrow is Saturday. Are you free to hang out with me a bit in the morning?"
"Sure. What do you have in mind?"
"I think we should start getting you sorted out in the supplies department. I have accumulated a few things for you, but we need to go buy some specific items to get you going. You don't need them, but it is nice to have them. I will rise in the morning at about seven. Can you be ready at eight?" He nodded thoughtfully at my question. I stood up and walked to a cabinet that stood across the room from the fireplace. I opened it to reveal my ritual supplies. I slid a cardboard box from a shelf and took it back to where he was sitting.
"Here you go," I said and placed it on the table in front of him. "Here are some basic books and things. I hope they set you off on the right foot." I turned and closed the cabinet doors. "I think I am going to go work on a painting that is calling out to me. Why don't you go up and get settled in." I backed out of the room carrying my coffee. I was so relieved to be away from him for a moment. I could finally breathe and let down my guard.
I sat at my desk and stared at my neatly arranged tools. I pulled a candlestick from a drawer and lit the wick. I found a small scrap of paper and scribbled the word 'why'. I placed the edge of the paper in the flame and watched it slowly burn. I dropped it into an ashtray as it was consumed. I sat with my face in my hands focusing on Marina. I looked up as a chill fell over me. I stood up and knocked over a pencil jar. A pen fell onto the desk blotter and rolled until it rested beneath the word 'because'. It was a note I had scribbled there when I was on the phone with a buyer. It could have been a coincidence, but I had learned there were few of them in this world, and I would just have to deal with having a student.
I was lying in bed reading when Ward entered the room. I put down my book and watched him approach. He removed his shirt, teasing me with each button. My eyes played across his smooth chest. He removed the shirt and threw it in my face. I savored his smell before dropping it on the floor. He slowly removed his pants and dropped them next to the bed. He climbed over me and pressed his lips to mine. We kissed for a moment and then pulled away to look into each others eyes. I loved him so much. He was mine and I would love him forever. I was so lucky to find a man who loved me so much.
I moved my hand across his chest and down his belly to his underwear. I tugged at the band until they slid down over his ass. I kissed him again pressing my tongue between his lips. He opened his mouth and our tongues touched, sending shivers through my body. I pushed him over on his back and kissed down his neck. He laid back and moaned as I licked over his nipple. I worked my way down his abs and licked his outey, belly button. He tensed his muscular torso and stifled a giggle.
I continued down to his light brown hair and inhaled his musky scent. His cock was hard and pressed against my jaw as I rooted around his crotch. I pressed my tongue to the base of his rigid cock and licked it all the way to the dripping head. I licked the precum off his tip and savored the sweet taste. I sucked the head into my mouth and then pulled the entire length down my throat. He gasped and arched his back and ran his hand through my hair. I sucked up and down his delicious cock, getting high on his taste and smell. He began to lift his hips to meet my face, trying to press it deeper down my throat.
Suddenly he pulled out and flipped me on my back. He picked up my legs and gently placed them on his shoulders. He held his cock to my pucker and pressed it in. I was surprised how easily it slid through. He pumped into me sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I bucked against him wanting him deeper inside of me. He leaned down and kissed me roughly. He growled into my mouth and sent me over the edge. I pumped my cum over my chest. He moaned and shot his cum into my ass. He collapsed against me and we breathed heavily while holding each other in our arms. He lifted up kissed me again. He looked down into my eyes with love and kissed me again.
Suddenly Ward flinched, and looked away as though he heard something. I looked around wondering what was wrong. His body jerked and he fell on the bed. I reached for him but I couldn't get to him. I was spiraling away from him calling his name. I could see his body lying on the bed and there was nothing I could do to help him.
I sat up in bed covered in cold sweat. There was a knock at my door and I was startled. I realized who it was and told Ryan to come in. He opened the door and looked at me in the dark. His face glowed in the moonlight, and showed concern.
"Are you ok," he asked. I looked around and turned on the bedside lamp. I noticed then, that he was dressed only in a pair of boxer-briefs. I pulled my eyes back to his face and tried for a smile. "I think I had a bad dream," I said looking down at my tangled bed linens. He took a step into the room.
"Can I do anything," he asked with a worried look.
"No, no, I am fine." He tried for a smile and left closing the door behind him. I got up and straightened my bed. I laid down trying to settle my nerves. I couldn't get he image of Ward out of my mind. Tears welled in my eyes and I cried myself to sleep.
(To be continued)
The next chapter will be submitted soon.
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