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It was dark by the time I got to the farm, the gravel crunched under my tyres. I wondered how I would have found this place if I did not have the GPS location in the Sat Nav. Across a field, with a few bored sheep, I could see a modest hill, at its top a fire flickered and a figure was kneeling backlit by the flames. Standing at the base of the hill was a tall woman, dressed in a long woollen black dress that reached down to her feet. Her grey hair fanned down her back, and she appeared to be rolling some kind of cigarette.
She saw the car approach and marched down the hill towards me, giving me a serious look as she drew closer.
"Hello," I cried and gave a friendly wave.
The figure grunted and continued to approach; she did not look very friendly at all.
"I'm..." before I could continue she spoke.
"I don't care a whit who ya are, it's none of me business but the woman on the hill is." Her voice was harsh, rasping, and tough. The kind of voice you get from many years of hard work in the outdoors and having a hard life.
"Ok," I stammered
"There are a few things you need to know. No names you're going to a place where names have power, if you go clodding around using them rashly things can follow ya home. The girl above is Skald, no other name, even if you know it. As for me, you don't need to know mine."
I nodded, wondering why the hostility, I thought the Irish were supposed to be friendly people.
"Whatever happens on that hill, ya can't tell another soul. I didn't want the soppy girl ta do this, but she insists. I forget you're no Witch, 'tis Ritual Space up on the hill, and ya have to be purified."
Purify me, that set alarm bells going in my head. The Skald had told me stories about her purification, images of whips, blood, flames, blades danced in my head. I must have looked terrified; the old woman shook her head and rolled her eyes.
She dropped to her knees and picked up a scuffed weather-beaten ceramic bowl with a white spiral pattern painted inside and out, water sloshed over the rim as she lifted it. Once I had washed my face and hands, she waved her hands over me and nodded. My sullen guide took me across the field and up the side of the hill.
A blonde woman was sitting cross-legged on the ground, beside her was a small wooden tray covered in sprigs of what looked like herbs, shells with strange liquids gleamed in the firelight. Dressed in a dark grey woollen dress, with a wide skirt that spread out around her, she seemed distracted like she was going through some kind of checklist; her face determined concentrating on her task.
My guide coughed, and I saw her jump in surprise, her face lit up with a big warm smile. She was not beautiful but when she smiled, her presence made my heart catch in my throat. I could feel the strength of her friendly, kind-hearted personality, and she had not even spoken yet.
"Sister! You brought our visitor, how very kind of you." Her voice was lower than I had imagined, slightly husky, and tinkled with delight at our arrival.
"Yes Skald, I brought him, though I'd rather set the dogs on him," the wary begrudging voice beside me responded.
"Sister that's no way to treat a visitor and a guest too," the Skald was slightly chiding, and yet oddly playful like these two had a very strong personal relationship.
The Skald looked at me and clapped her hands together three times in barely contained excitement.
"So good to have you here, now I can properly pay my dues, always good to pay them off before they become too big I find."
She laughed at her little joke and gestured me to sit as she was.
Someone had placed what looked like a large industrial plastic bag on the ground and put a yoga mat on it. My guide pointed at the mat took her boots off and sat cross-legged on it I did the same.
The Skald's fingers started to dance in the air, drawing circles, and shapes only she could see, her voice rose and fell in a strangely hypnotic rhythm. She plucked a small shell with thick green liquid and threw it into the flames. The fire roared in response and thick pungent smoke rolled out. I choked on it for a moment, feeling it make my eyes run, my throat burn, and I coughed reflexively to drive out the vapours.
I felt my body shift, everything felt so very heavy, my limbs went numb, my breathing deepened, and my eyes struggled to stay open. I couldn't keep them open, surrounded by pungent vapour the Skald's ethereal words swept over me like a tide and everything went black.
I do not know how long I stayed like that but I heard her voice giggle softly. I ran my fingers down my face, only it was not my face. I didn't have my stubble, I had smooth cheeks, my hair was long and soft, my lips plump. I ran my fingers down my body, I found soft fleshy curves, proud breasts with stiffening nipples instead of my hard chest. I felt a tingle run through my body when I rolled those nipples, and something downstairs didn't get hard, it got warm, and it got wet.
I opened my eyes and saw my face looking at me, grinning with mischievous delight. I heard her voice come from my lips as I spoke to myself.
"This is something I don't imagine anyone else will be able to have experienced. The Rite only lasts a few minutes but for you, it will be 24 hours. I'm going to let you experience what it's like to be loved in a woman's body. You're in mine at the moment, a body I know well and know how to play it like an instrument."
I felt her fingers gently caress my face; I felt my body shiver at the touch. I felt a warmth flow through my body, as that simple touch sent ripples of soft arousal flow through me. I gasped in surprise and found her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth a soft growl escaping her lips. She kissed me slowly, sensually, and ran her fingers gently down my body. Her fingers drawing soft little lines across the bottom of my breasts, my nipples responded becoming harder, wanting those fingers to touch them.
I moaned again and kissed her back, the soft scratching of my stubble on my cheeks, slightly tickling, and slightly teasing me. Her fingers slipped around the back of my neck, and she held me in a firm but gentle grip. She kept kissing me, her mouth locked to mine as she pressed her body against mine. The hardness of it made a primal part of me burn, I rocked my hips against her, and felt her slowly build my arousal.
She giggled when her cock touched my thigh, and it felt much larger and much harder than I remembered it. Then again, I'm in the mind of a woman who doesn't know much about them, so it must have felt enormous. I'm normally the Dominant personality in my personal and professional life, I'd been expecting the Skald to fight me for control. With a jolt, I realised she was fighting me for control, but she didn't want to break my will, she wanted me to fully choose to surrender.
Those soft little kisses and gentle caresses hit my libido like a sledgehammer; this body wanted every single one of them. I felt my thighs start to open wider; I started to feel myself become hotter like a fire was being kindled inside. I pulled her to me and wrapped my legs around her waist; I didn't expect to feel that happen so organically.
This body wanted to do these things; it wanted to feel this way. The sheer force of the arousal the Skald was sending through my body surprised me, no wonder my wife liked me to tease slowly before we fucked.
I felt my body lifted into the air, the Skald gripping my back, as she pivoted, turning me onto my back driving me back onto the mat. I groaned and ran my nails down her back, I felt her muscles tighten under my touch and she ground herself against me. She broke the kiss, and ran her teeth along my neck, I wailed at the sudden wave of cold energy that shot through me. I felt myself tremble, my mind fighting to regain control of myself first than to try to reverse the momentum.
I found myself holding her cock, pulling it towards my hot needy hole, I wanted to feel it inside me, feel it take me. Why was I having these thoughts, I didn't care the body wanted this and I wasn't strong enough to resist it. With a playful little purr, I felt her thrust her hips, running the tip of her cock between my slippery lips. I pulled it inside me and dropped my hips against her.
Wow, what a sensation, I felt the hard flexible cock, it filled me slowly. I felt myself stretch to take it, felt it rub against me in ways I'd never felt as a man. I began to understand why my wife loved the feel of me inside her. I bloody loved the way this body felt when that cock filled me. She left it inside me, her balls bouncing against my lips for a moment. I looked into her eyes and she seemed to be completely on fire, lust burned, driving her on.
"Fuck me Skald, fuck me hard," I moaned.
When she'd gotten used to the feel of having a very different organ to control, she started to rock her hips, arching her back to pull herself almost completely out of me. I moaned in complaint as it slid almost completely out of me, she waited a second then drove it back into me. I found myself rocking in opposite rhythm to the thrusts; I wanted them deep, hard, and slow. I wanted to feel stretched, opened, stuffed by that amazing cock.
Wordless cries escaped my lips, the Skald just grunted like a beast in heat as she fucked me hard, slowly increasing the pace as she felt my body squeeze her cock inside me. Holy fuck, I'm going to cum, I thought. Instead of a bright flash of intense pleasure I had a series of rippling waves of pleasure, my body clenched hard against that lovely cock. With a few hard thrusts, I heard her cry out, something thick and sticky spurted inside me, some of it trickling down her shaft and dribbling down my lips. So that was what it felt like.
She pulled her cock out of me, looking at it in surprise when it started to go soft, shrinking back on her. She put her hand on it and wiggled it, then stamped her foot in frustration. A realisation lit up her face, she calmly snapped her fingers, and I watched that cock grow hard again.
I felt her firm grip as she rolled me onto my face, shoved my face down, so I had to arch my back and thrust my ass up to get balance. Her fingers pulled my legs apart and that meaty cock slipped between my dripping lips, smearing the mixed fluids along the shaft. I felt fingers press insistently against my star, exploring me, opening me. An instinctive groan of wanton need escaped my lips, and that marvellous cock slowly conquering my bowels.
Inch by inch she forced herself inside me, my muscles giving way to that urgent need to feel completely taken. A loud crack sounded as her hands came down hard on my ass cheeks, sending fabulous tingles through my body. I felt myself squeeze inside against the intruder, then her hands gripped my hips and she started to pound my ass. Long, deep, hard strokes as with practised skill she fucked me like I was her possession.
I felt her balls bounce against my lips, the squishing sound as our bodies connected, and I moaned like a whore. She ran her nails down my back and let me drive myself backwards towards her; I hungered to feel what her climax would feel like. Her fingers reached around, rubbing me with increasing speed as she ploughed into me. I shoved my face down, wailed in complete bliss, and knew I was going to cum again. I felt her cock slam completely inside my ass, and she roared like a bull. A long hot, thick jet of fluid erupted into me.
I cried out and felt those waves wash over me in a torrent; I sank beneath the surface for a moment.
I collapsed on the ground, panting hard, as the waves of pleasure conquered my mind completely. All I could feel was utter joy and a deep sense of being properly sated. I felt myself leaking from both holes, and wondered what else was in store for me.
She pulled her cock out of my ass, this time withering into slumber.
She rolled me onto my back, pushed my legs wide apart, and fell to her knees; her face swooped on me like a bird of prey. The feel of her scratchy face on my pussy as she devoured me, in a slow merciless manner, the feel of her lips on me, her teeth nibbling me. Her tongue teased me wantonly, stroking around my lips, I cupped my breasts and kneaded them as she tormented me. Jolts of electricity running through my body, my nipples ached to be touched.
"Please Skald. Please. Eat me," I begged with surprising urgency and realised that I truly meant it.
She only grinned at me for a moment and lowered her head; I felt the heat of her breath on my hot wet lips, the sheer need she could awaken in me. I'm used to having to fight for things, and she showed me that to resist her was only to make it take longer before I surrendered. I felt her enter me with two fingers, curling inside, tapping a slow insistent beat inside me, her warm lips wrapped around my clit, her tongue drawing figure eight's and she hummed into me.
I arched my back, clamped my eyes shut, my hands rolling my nipples in my wild rush of lust; the tension grew inside me, making me drunk with pleasure. My body started to burn with the intensity of the passion I was feeling, as this body responded to the delicate control of an expert. She alternated between licking and tapping me, stoking up the fire inside me, making me wail with desire.
"Please Skald, let me cum. Please," I begged her in a pleading tone, my pride in shreds under that emotional seduction.
I felt my resistance evaporate under that carnal assault; I tugged my nipples screaming when I came as I exploded.
When she came up from between my legs, her eyes had a savage light, our mixed cum was splashed across her cheeks, and my recent release glistened on her lips and dripped from her chin. She growled wetly at me, and I felt like a tigress was standing over her prey. I trembled not in fear but intense arousal the thrill of this woman hunting me.
She clenched and opened her right hand a few times, starting between my legs, as if she was measuring something.
"Right now I want to fist that cunt of yours so you can feel properly degraded but these hands are far too big for that body, so I'm going to do something else to show you that."
She snapped her fingers and her cock got hard again, she slid out from between my legs, walking slowly towards me while I lay sprawled catching my breath. She stood before me; her cock slapped my cheek, leaving a smear of viscous fluid where it touched me, bouncing over my mouth to my other cheek, smearing my fluid there. A dark hunger roared through me, I wanted to take that cock in my mouth. I wanted to taste it, to feel what it was like to do it. The cock bounced again, this time straight into my open mouth.
I tasted the soapy yoghurt texture of her cum, the lighter sweeter texture of this body, and something heavy musty, and earthy. She grabbed the sides of my head in her hands and slowly thrust it into my mouth. This potent meaty surprise filled my mouth; I had to breathe through my nose, as my mouth was full. She pressed herself into my mouth, and slowly rocked back and forth, I felt a dark heat flow through me. This was humiliating but very exciting, unlike what I'd imagined it would feel like.
Without warning, she pulled my head hard against her crotch, driving her cock down my throat. I felt my gag reflex fight for a moment before allowing her to fill my throat too. She held me there for a few seconds, before pulling her cock back into my mouth. She fucked my mouth for several strokes and then shoved it down my throat again. This time, she bellowed and shot a blast of cum straight down my throat. She started to retract after that, much faster than a man should, shrinking into itself rapidly. I had to remember she didn't understand a man's body. I could taste the remains of what she'd put in my mouth.
I felt something splash on my face, looking up I saw she was weeping silently. She pulled me upright and into her arms. She hugged me tightly to her, my face held against her navel, her fingers gently stroking my hair. I the duality of her nature then, the Tenderness and the Brutality, I fell a little in love with her then, I wondered how her submissive must feel to be in those arms.
I could smell something burning, and hear the distant sound of chanting, without thinking I sat cross-legged, my eyes closed. The world went dark.
I felt a hand tap me on the back twice, gently but encouraging me to open my eyes.
When I opened them, the Skald was still chanting, her fingers moving much more slowly. Her hair and face were slicked with sweat, her face flushed from great exertion, her eyes were puffy like she'd been crying, ash from the fire streaked down her face in black rivulets, and snot ran from her nose. She looked a complete mess, but her concentration still held. Her weary fingers still danced in the air, her voice heavy with fatigue kept chanting. Her hands dropped suddenly to her lap and her voice stopped. I could hear her panting for breath, her breath steamed in the cold air. She looked bone tired, her clothes were sopping wet, and she shivered as the cold stole her body heat.
"Was it worth it, girl? All this for that yoke, I wouldn't have done it for you without others to help," my guide was curt but her face was worried.
"Some debts must be paid in special ways Sister, some things can't be told, and they can only be shown," the Skald sounded weary but determined, this was not a debate, and her word was final.
"You're a silly goose to do that, going to a place where your magic won't protect you. All that kept ye safe was that feckin' chant, and your concentration. One mistake and the Fey would have taken ye both, and we'd never see either of ye again."
I could see the relief clearly on her face now, the strain of the Ritual etched on her face, and this was a painful ordeal for her to endure. My guide brought me back to the car in sullen silence.
"Don't take this the wrong way lad, but I hope I don't see ya around here again. I'm not sure I could handle another Rite like that. Safe drive back to where you're staying."
I sat behind the wheel of the car, looked at my hands, and wiggled them in the air. Tears poured down my face as the emotional shock of what I'd been through dawned on me. I'd felt what it was like to be fucked by this body, touched with these fingers, loved in ways I'd never imagined. I would never be the same again, I wondered if perhaps I could repeat that performance for my wife.
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