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Dribs, Drabs and Doggy Tales

Week 10/31/10

Prompt: Harvest

Pen name: Pittwitch

Category: FlashFic, up to 1,000 words

Pairings: Het, originals

Warnings: Nudity 

As the warm red harvest moon crawled towards its apex, a silent throng of black and white robed figures processed silently towards the stone circle, lead by a white-robed body which carried a sputtering torch high to light the way. The beauty of the alternating black and white robes shimmered through the night-blackened trees, creating a harmonious portrait. Weathered gray stones bore ancient witness as the white-clad leader entered their circular protection through the easternmost point. Gracefully, they moved to the pile of dried wood at the center of the grassy circle, dropping the torch into the heap, and stretching their hands outward in praise and thanksgiving.

“The Watchfire has been lit. Let all who seek a bountiful harvest now enter and rejoice before the flames!” The leader turned to face the procession, patiently waiting at the entrance. With her back to the fire, the leader unclasped the gold braid holding her robe closed.  The silky material slid over her naked skin, to flutter to the cold ground.

Outside of the circle, the first man followed her example, allowing his heavy black robe to plunge to the ground. He stepped forward, naked, to meet the druidess, who genuflected before him. From her knee, she peered up at him, while dipping her fingers in the clay bowl which held her sacred oils.

Reverently, she began to paint his organ with the ancient sigils, whispering after each one, “For a bountiful harvest.”

The man responded worshipfully, “Blessed be.”

As she anointed him, his erection grew, balls drawing tighter against his scrotum, partly in reaction to her touch, partly from the cold air, recycled and escaping from his lungs as puffs of silvery white steam. Rising, the druidess continued painting symbols across his torso, leaving gleaming traces to reflect the moon’s light. When she reached his forehead, she drew the final figure and pressed her body against his, lightly, before proclaiming for all to hear, “Blessed be this man!”

The throng chorused in return, “Rejoice in the light!”

At the easternmost entrance, another naked woman stood ready, waiting for the man to take his place in the circle around the fire. She waited for her soul-sister to acknowledge her. When the druidess nodded, the newcomer, with hands outstretched, exclaimed, “I seek a bountiful harvest, Mistress!”

“Enter and be blessed, child of the moon,” she welcomed the new woman, kneeling down to begin the sigil ritual once again.

“Blessed be,” the other woman responded in kind, surrendering to the sensual ritual, eyes falling closed as she dropped her head back to allow the red light of the moon to bathe her face.

A/N: edited for a dumb witch moon mistake and a jump in verb tense. Bah, getting old. Review responses: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/17305-pws-review-replies-for-aff-prompts/page__p__212673#entry212673