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This will take a little preparation. Freddy towels off the upholstered outdoor furniture, but it’s warm and humid enough a little fresh rain seeping through one’s clothes won’t feel unpleasant. They will likely be night-clad soon enough, anyway. He makes a fire, more for firelight than the heat and lights incense to keep mosquitoes away. The crisp scents of cedar and rosemary fill the air.
“What do you think, ??????????? An invocation?”
“Well, they are already here. Good to honor them,” Freddy says cheerfully.
Their group is fifty percent actual witches, fifty percent what one might call pagan-adjacent. Mark is wild. Jenni lives in a fantasy world most of the time, so magic is not a foreign concept. Jasper is an arts writer with extraordinary Evie as his current muse. Michael is his own transmundane creation and a self-described freak.
They all stand around the fire, anticipating something. No one has said explicitly what this is. The Berkenbosch boys seem to be improvising. It’s not a formal rite, more a celebration of love and pleasure. No one is trying ‘to do’ anything with their sexual energy, other than to revel in it. However, much like BDSM, the pleasure is more intense when ritual is observed with some amount of solemnity. It’s serious fun.
Freddy looks up at the night sky, takes a deep breath, then takes his brother’s hand to open their proceedings.
Bastiaan glances down. “Are you scared of something, little brother?”
Freddy punches him in the shoulder. “Ow! You’re bigger than me!”
“I don’t know your coven’s ways, but I assumed we would be holding hands for this,” Freddy laughs. “This part, not all night,” he adds.
“We do that, too. He’s just being difficult,” Lesley says. “We should all clasp hands,” she says like someone with some coven responsibilities.
Freddy’s never been much of a joiner, but he was raised pagan, so has the basic skills which he has cultivated through a solitary devotion over time. His brother wasn’t lying when he said earlier that he’s got a certain sensitivity.
With outstretched arms, they can hold hands safely around the small fireplace. Freddy chuckles. “You all look so beautiful.” No one snickers because, looking around at one another, they find it to be true. The gold firelight and Selene’s silvery light make a natural cosmetic that looks good on each of them.
Freddy begins. “Goddess Inanna, powerful lover and fierce warrior, thank you for blessing us with your presence. Make us receptive to all the wisdom and pleasure you have to show us. We consecrate all our love and ecstasy to you, Goddess, that you may enjoy your divine body through our mortal ones. Please watch over Jenni and her baby. Blessed be.
In the names of Aphrodite and Eros, Pan and Leitayin, we begin our ritual, keeping always in mind that love is a gift from the Goddess and Gods. So mote it be.”
“So mote it be,” everyone says.
“Freddy, that was nice. Who is Leitayin, though? I’ve never heard of that one,” Evie says.
“Who?” Freddy asks, as if unaware he’d just spoken the name.
“I know who it is,” Mark drawls. “He’s the one inside Jenni sometimes. I never told Freddy, though; I just learned his name today.”
“Well, shit. That’s unusual,” Evie says.
“It’s possible it’s a demon,” Bastiaan states matter-of-factly. “A demon who sneaked himself into our circle,” he adds with a laugh.
“This party is awesome,” Michael says.
“Well, that would be good news, baby girl.”
“Why is that, Daddy?”
“Guess if you’re possessed, that means you’re a little less crazy than you thought.”
Mark bends to kiss her. Now he no longer hides his arousal. Someone gasps a little. It is a most unusual sight.
“Freddy, does it mess up what you did here if I take her over there? I’ve had ideas about that table for hours…”
“No, Sir. The whole yard is your playground.”
Mark picks up his small, round bride and carries her over to the feast table. The others’ gazes follow his exotic, callipygian form as he strides entrancingly across the grass. “Quit lookin’ at my ass!” he calls back without looking.
* * * * *
Mark sets Jenni down gently and undresses her by the light of the obscured moon and lanterns, and places her on the table in front of Lucien’s place. Mark is catching on intuitively to pagan ways and her body becomes an extension of the altar to represent eternal life. Mark picks up a votive. The candle has melted to a generous amount of pale liquid by this point in the evening. He holds it aloft and tests on his wrist first, as you would a warmed baby bottle. Deciding it’s not painful from that height, he splatters a circle around her navel. The liquid wax runs along the curvature to resemble an anemone. His girl hisses in surprised pleasure. “Here,” she asks, touching her breast. Mark smiles and obliges, but covers her nipple with his other hand. She’s lactating so a wax seal probably wouldn’t be healthy. It would also be a cruel trick to play on his hungry escort bayan çapa boy.
“Daddy, I need you… inside me,” she groans.
“I still get shivers every time you tell me that.”
He takes her tiny feet in one hand and holds them, soles together, against his belly.
“Oh!” she says. This was something new. With his free hand, he strokes between her spread thighs.
“My poor baby. You’re so wet.”
She nods up at him with large eyes. “Ready?” he asks needlessly. She nods quicker.
He takes her. “Daddy!” she shrieks sounding almost like Clarice had at Bastiaan’s magic tricks. Despite this diamond shape of her legs, this pose pushes her bones together to create a newly tight fit. The pressure is wonderful.
“Uh-huh. I know things,” he replies with the smug grin that is ever so appealing on a Dom who deserves to wear it.
* * * * *
I love these people. Yes, I’m an uninvited guest, but hopefully not an unwelcome one. I ???? closer to a deity than they are, haha. Not really. I’m just an average demon. It’s nothing to be scared of. I’m pretty much like a person… whose physical body is back in my home dimension.
Why Jenni of all people? I chose to attach myself to her because I like the company she keeps. She has great taste in men. Also, her sexual energy is remarkable. It’s like a constant massage all over the body I don’t have. I love it. And yes, sometimes I take over. We demons are creative and we love to playact. You may be surprised to learn that some of your favorite actors are demons, but you know them by the given names of their human hosts. Those Oscar-winning performances? Chances are, that was one of us.
My, my. That skeleton guy is scrummy. Lesley seems to think so, too. Maybe she’ll let me in for a little while. A demon can try. She seems like the kind of woman who’d have psychic defenses. Jenni has none. If I were a better “person,” I’d tell Freddy he really must work on that with her. But I’m a demon, so I won’t.
* * * * *
Bastiaan kisses Lesley sweetly on the forehead and she turns from him as if they decided on something. She approaches Michael, who is relaxing on a daybed with a dreamy expression on his fearsome face.
“Hi,” she says. “We haven’t met yet. I’m Lesley.”
In this context, there is only one thing this is about. She chose him.
“Hi,” he says, sitting up. “I’m Michael.”
He accepts a warm handshake. “I like your singing voice. Is that what you do?”
Very subtly, he’s pulled her to sit beside him. His hand is almost loose in hers, but he led her.
“Thanks. That’s just something I enjoy. I’m a writer.”
“Well you are wonderful…” but that’s it. He still gazes at her. Looking. Waiting patiently,
“Tattooing is not what you do all the time.” That is true.
“Did Evie tell you?”
“No.”
“Oh!” He likes this so much. A real sub! “I mostly tattoo, but I also work at IDEAL.. as an instructor.”
Lesley has learned in the course of her visit what IDEAL is. It’s how Michael knows Evie and Freek, too.
“You mean you teach…”
“I introduce people to BDSM practices, yeah.”
“Like, people who are curious?”
“No. Not curious people. People who are beginning. I mean, everyone should be curious and stay that way, but if I cater to ‘curious’ people, then I’m not a Dom. That would make me a whore,” he says wistfully. He gathers some of the scattered pillows so he can recline, but more upright to talk to her. “Want to lie down?”
Lesley does, next to him. Their shoulders touch, nothing more than that. He looks like death, but he’s the personification of “safe.”
“I am not a ‘curious’ person,” she tells him, then holds her breath.
“I get the idea that you have a good relationship. Your partner is not Dominant, but you know you’re a submissive. He’s okay with you having those experiences outside of your relationship. Did I get that right?”
“Am I that typical? Do I seem submissive to you?”
Michael taps the side of his blacked out nose. “It’s like I can smell it, at this point in my life. Most people wouldn’t be able to tell. You could tell I’m a Dom, even before I told you.”
She laughs musically. “Maybe I just like the way you look and wanted to meet you.”
“Huh. People don’t generally like the way I look, just get used to it after they know me. You must be different from most people.”
“I am.”
“Other than conversation, is there something you’d like from me, knowing what you now know?”
“I think… No, not ‘think.’ I want you. And if you want to dominate me, I submit.”
“Well-said, Lesley. Keep using your words because I’ll ask you questions at every step. You have to answer clearly or I stop. Understand?”
They hear Jenni cry out “Daddy!” in passion from across the yard. They laugh affectionately. “It’s so fucking cute the way she calls him that. Lots of people like that term for play, but she’s so real about it. It’s escort bayan topkapı odd, even to me,” he says.
“I like it, for play,” Lesley says softly.
“Then I’ll be ‘Daddy’ tonight, for as long as you want,” Michael says. “May I kiss you?”
“You may.” She turns her face to press her full lips to his and they are both shocked at the mutual moan of pleasure that they share. Michael pulls back.
“Wow. I can’t teach that.”
“I feel really attracted to you. You’re… otherworldly,” she breathes. They search each other’s eyes.
“I think I want to dominate you with sex. Not spanking. Not bondage, just sex. Does that disappoint you?”
“No, Daddy… ngh…” She’s so hot it melts him. Michael has shown the ropes to dozens of women, and a few men, but it’s never been this instantly erotic for him. He makes people ache (especially the next day) but ???? doesn’t ache for a brand new sub.
He takes off his black T-shirt. She’s surprised the ink stops at his chest. He has a large area of lean, virgin flesh and no metal. He smiles at her expression. “Kiss me. Worship your Daddy.” She knows he means his body, not his lips.
Lesley rains kisses and submissive bites on his smooth chest. His sighs are an enigmatic mix of contented and restless, like a flower with a bee inside it.
He puts his fingers in her hair, then tugs firmly. “What?” she asks breathily.
“Nothing. Just keeping you alert, letting you know who’s in charge,” he almost whispers.
She moves lower, kissing his ribs and abs before moving lower still.
“What a big, lazy Dom I am,” he jokes as he springs to his feet. She looks up at him curiously. “Hands and knees,” he says and beckons with a finger for her to crawl to him.
“Do you like giving head, Lesley?”
She nods and he waits for her to answer in words. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you want Daddy’s cock?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please,” she adds.
“Good girl. Then take it out and show me what a good cocksucker you are,” he says warmly.
She raises up on her knees to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. She doesn’t look around to see if anyone’s watching this. She pulls down his unlikely Calvin Klein underwear. “Oh!” she says. Michael is completely erect and shaved smooth like a statue. No metal there, either, but some ink on his hips and groin indents.
“You’re sexy everywhere,” she whispers.
“Prove it.” He hands her a condom. Her face falls for a second because he looks delicious. Then again, actual “whore” or not, what he’d told her about his life suggested he’s more active than most and, really, the ease with which she’d offered herself to him might say the same about her. He wouldn’t know this isn’t a typical Saturday night for her. Seeing the look cross her face he says, “It’s strawberry flavored,” like it’s a consolation.
“You look like you would be, too,” she says and rolls it over the rosy head and down his shaft. She begins a new witchcraft with the intensity of a woman full of focused intention. The sound he makes is sweet enough to make up for anything between him and her taste buds. When she looks up at him, she sees his hands are behind his head in an attractively self-possessed pose. He’s skinny, but his energy grows steadily stronger as she bobs her head and takes him deeper into her throat on every fourth stroke like a swimmer breathing.
“That’s very good, Lesley,” he says almost coolly. His body matches her rhythm with a considerate subtlety.
She looks up at him with warm, feminine eyes and sucks a little harder. “You know how to make Daddy happy,” he says.
“Mmm!” she responds to his words.
“I like those angel eyes, too.” His soft chuckle finishes as a growl. Lesley swirls her tongue and fucks him lightly with her salivating mouth.
“Use your hands. You do get points for waiting to be invited, but I like to be touched,” he says.
“Mmm!” she agrees and slides elegantly from the daybed to the cool stone and moss floor.
She takes him in both hands and explores him, one hand on his smooth balls with a manicured fingernail on his perineum. She grips and strokes his throbbing cock with the other while still caressing him with firm lips and carefully held teeth.
“Very good. You do just what I tell you, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” she answers with her mouth full.
“Now, I’ll let you finish me off. But I want you to do it like you’ve been poisoned and the antidote is inside your Daddy’s dick. Think you can be a slut like that?”
One more look into his hypnotic eyes and she unleashes on him, fellating him like she does have just moments to live and he’s the cure.
“Yes! Oh, yeah, Lesley… that’s right, like that!”
She squeals when she feels him orgasm inside her mouth, even if she can’t drink her antidote. When he grips her hair to steady himself, she straightens up with pride, back slightly arched and her large tits thrust out in a quintessentially submissive pose. escort bayan fındıkzade Michael pulsates on her tongue a long moment and she holds him there tenderly as he softens a little.
He helps her to her feet, then embraces her like a friend would, except that his pants are around his ankles. He kicks off his shoes and steps from his clothes with seemingly little thought to being naked. So far, he’s the first one undressed.
“You need to drink.” He walks over to the table where Freddy has ice water and other things they might require tonight. Her eyes follow him; he’s got vertebrae tattooed down to his tailbone and the outline of a large backpiece in progress that looks like it will be wings.
As he passes by, Bastiaan gives him a polite smile and nod. It seems that when he’d given his permission to let her play, he’d meant it and wasn’t going to watch her every move with her new play partner. While she’d been giving head to a near stranger, Bastiaan had been in conversation with his brother. They share a sweetly asexual snuggle as if they mean to will the distance between them out of existence.
Evie and Jasper sit on the couch opposite the men. They appear to be in their own world, gently necking like kids and letting their hands roam freely.
Mark and Jenni stagger back to join the party. They’ve abandoned their wedding clothes and look excessively naked in their post-coital skin. Jenni, because she’s so white and vulnerable and now, appears to be melting due to the pale wax mess that covers the spheres of her figure. Mark, because once he gives in to his hard-on, it takes ages for it to dissipate and still hangs flushed and heavy against his thighs. He’s still gorgeously regal in nothing but smudged eyeliner and bliss. Freddy looks at him like he’s been struck from the heavens all over again. Mark squeezes in against his free side and begins to kiss his neck without a word.
Jenni gets a drink of water and surveys the landscape. It’s clear she’s not sure what to do with herself.
Bastiaan catches her eye and pats his lap to offer her a seat. She takes a towel from the stack and goes over to him; she’s still leaking too much of her husband to sit on her new brother.
“Is this all right?” he asks. “I notice you like to sit on my brother and you’re my sister, too, now,” he says.
She smiles. “I think it’s fine.” She spreads the soft towel on his lap and climbs up to sit sideways with her legs draped across her oblivious boys. They are already pawing roughly at each other.
“How are things?” she asks, noting that Michael is nude and talking intimately with a dazed-looking Lesley about ten feet away.
“They’ve taken to each other,” he chuckles. “It’s okay with me. We work to reject monogamy for the good of our relationship.”
“Ah. I see,” she says with the tone of someone who does not see at all. Both Mark’s spouses are highly possessive, just don’t mind each other.
Bastiaan whispers a secret into her ear: “I’ve never seen him in love like this.”
“Not sure anyone is in love like them,” she replies.
“Can I feel?” Bastiaan asks about the bump.
“Sure. He’s tuckered out after all the excitement, but you can feel.”
He rests his hand on her belly as they talk and then pets absentmindedly. Being so close to her brother who usually takes care of this for her and experiencing the touch and voice of someone as similar has her body responding in the usual way. Her full breasts start to leak.
“Sorry,” she says.
“It’s nature and you’re a goddess. Is there something you have to do?”
“Freddy usually has it. I feed him,” she whispers. “But I don’t think he’s in the mood for it right now.”
“I would,” he whispers back. “Unless that’s not allowed. I understand there are boundaries…”
It takes Jenni a moment to get her Daddy’s attention because his ear is full of Freddy’s low, dirty talk. “What, baby? Sorry, didn’t hear ya at first.”
“That’s okay. I was asking you if I can feed Bastiaan while you have Freddy to yourself.”
Mark pauses to consider this for the first time. “Huh. Well, I guess if Freddy don’t mind sharin’, it’s fine with me. Don’t fuck him,” he adds, half-jokingly.
“Daddy! We aren’t asking for that!” she says, aghast as Little Jenni sometimes reacts. He laughs. “I know, darlin’, just had to remind you that you’re mine. And I know how you get when Freddy nurses from you. If you need that, you do it yourself,” he says sternly.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. This okay, Freddy?”
He sighs. “You’re always copying me, Bas,” he says dryly. “Honestly, I want to have sex so badly I can’t think about anything else right now. Go on.” He turns back to kiss Mark and play with his cock some more, seeming to forget the interruption instantly.
Jenni shifts herself to kneel with one knee between Bastiaan’s thighs. She feeds him her breast with her hands and he latches on. He’s not as practiced as his brother, but he’s gentle and greedy, too. Her other tit leaks and so does her cunt. Freddy’s Goddess-worshipping brother doesn’t seem put off at all by the female outpouring.
Jenni combs her fingers though Bastiaan’s hair and smiles at the sounds of Evie and Jasper discreetly making love now that everyone else is thoroughly overcome with magic lust. She closes her eyes at the myriad pleasures within and around her.
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