The Ritual: mm, mysticism, magick...

By Galahad93

Published on Aug 13, 1996

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The Ritual

a tale of Erotic Male Mysticism by...

-=Lord Winterhawke=-

vampire@bbs.eyecon.com

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galahad93@aol.com

(c)1996 Ciaran MacDhomhnaill -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

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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