Blood Sacrifice

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Blood Sacrifice

Ancient Rites


It was the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year. According to the ancient Druids, it is a sacred time – a time when men make sacrifices to the gods. On the edge of the forest stood a henge made of stone, the origins were lost to time. Only a few now knew the ceremonies and rites that this honored site would sanctify.

The only light on this moonless night was from a bonfire set on the edge of the stone circle. The shadows from the fire danced around the stone pillars. Intermixed with the stone sentinels were human ones that were dressed in black hooded robes.

The only sounds came from the wind rustling through the near by trees, the crackling of the fire, and the low hum of the witches and wizards chanting to the goddess of the night.

In the middle of the human-stone circle was a lone figure of a man awaiting his future. In the last few weeks, he had heard the whispers from others saying this night was a disgrace, but he called it his redemption from past deeds, his rewards for his sacrifices, his – life. Yes his life because he could no longer imagine his existence if the events of this night failed to happen.

Two figures approached the henge from the cover of the forest. The first was an old man with a long grey beard and a twinkle in his eye that the younger man knew so well. The second was a young maiden with honey colored hair adorned with wild flowers woven into her bushy locks. The ancient wizard led the young maiden into the circle.

Earlier the young woman prepared for the tonight’s rites. She read books given to her on the subject. It was also explained to her in detail what she should expect to happen, her part in the ritual and what she must do to ensure success tonight. Medi-witches examined her to guarantee her purity. Older witches bathed and anointed her with special made potions and oils to cleanse her body and soul as preparations for tonight’s events.

The garments she wore were not unlike those of the younger wizard. They were made of unbleached muslin. The robes did not fasten but tied together with a series of woven colored cords. Each cord represented both their hopes and dreams that this rite would accomplish. Both the man and maiden wore no shoes or clothes other than their robes so that they could be closer to nature. The simple attire representing that they brought nothing else but themselves to this night.

As the maiden approached the man, she looked into his face trying to see her future. This man was not a stranger to her. She associated with him for the last seven years, first as his student then as fellow members of the Order. A strand of long black hair fell on his face as he looked down at the girl. Only thing he gave to her was a smirk before his attention was drawn to the elder wizard.

Only a few words were to be spoken tonight, as all participants knew their parts well. The older man passed to the younger a bone-handled knife with Celtic rings engraved on it. The young witch presented the man with her right hand. The man grasped it. Looking in her eyes to see if she was ready to proceed, she nodded and then he slid the blade across her palm. Blood welled up around the open wound. He brought her palm up to his mouth to kiss it. She was reassured by this act of concern. After lowering her hand, he ran the blade across his own palm.

The older wizard then placed both of their palms together and tied them with golden twine that bound each wrist so that neither could disengage themselves from the other. The blood from their wounds now mingled with each other. Both could feel a tingling sensation moving up their arms and into their bodies as each other’s blood now became their own.

The ancient wizard next handed the man a silver goblet filled with a thick red potion. The man placed the goblet on the girl’s lips. She drank the liquid. It had a sweet taste. She could now feel a new sensation running through her body taking away any inhibitions that she had left. The man then took a drink from the goblet. He leaned down and brushed a kiss across the maiden’s lips. With the kiss, he tasted the potion on her lips as the kiss sent electric surges down to her core. As he pulled back, she glared into his black eyes with the anticipation and lust that now coursed through her body.

The elder wizard took the knife in one hand and the goblet in the other. He held them up above his head and muttered an incantation. The golden twine now faded from their wrists, but they both could still feel its presence. The elder man placed the knife and goblet on a stone pillar. A crack of thunder rendered through the air as the man and woman realized that they were now alone in the middle of the henge.

Still holding her hand, the man led the maiden to the only stone pillar that was not standing on its end. This fallen pillar had been the site of many blood sacrifices in the past as it would be tonight.

Standing beside the pillar, the man drew the maiden into his arms as he lowered his lips onto hers. His tongue brushed her lips seeking entrance. She parted her lips. He ran his tongue over her teeth and met her tongue. Their tongues danced with the other’s as they tried to taste and discover every part of each other’s mouth. His hands rubbed her back to relax her.

One hand came up and lightly traced her jaw. It then moved down her neck. He broke off the kiss as he allowed his hand to move to her shoulder, then across her throat. Stepping back, he drew his hand down toward her breast. His fingers encountered her robe and felt its opening. He brushed the soft silken sides of her breasts. Moving his had further down, he met the cords holding her robe in place. The man pulled the cords to release them. Her robe fell open to reveal her yet unexplored body. Gently he pulled the robe down from her shoulders. He released his grip on the garment as it fell at her feet.

He surveyed the sight in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he sighed as he pulled her back into his embrace once again kissing her lips. His hands were now cupping her breasts. Feeling her smooth skin, he rubbed each nipple, then kneaded them until they were firm and stood proudly. She could feel surges from his touch travel down her stomach causing a growing ache to well up in her lower abdomen.

Gathering up her courage, she allowed her hands to trace his shoulders, arms, and chest. His chest felt firm under his thin robes. One of her hands met the cords binding his robes together. Taking a deep breath between kisses, she pulled the end of the cords. His robe fell opened. She snaked her hands underneath his robes to his back. She made a conscious effort not to touch his manhood. She was a Gryffindor but she did not think she was that brave. She made small circular strokes up and down his back until she came upon his taunt cheeks. Feeling braver, she pulled him close to her. The man groaned as his erection pressed closer to her.

The man released her mouth, but kissed his way down her neck until he reached her breasts. He licked his tongue between them. He paid special attention to the nipple on the left. He suckled and nibbled the nipple, which became firmer under his attention sending further surges to her nether regions. The man switched breasts and paid equal attention to the right.

He suddenly pulled away from her. He looked deeply into her eyes. His hands grasped her slim waist. In one swift move, he lifted her unto the fallen pillar. She leaned back and rested her body on her outstretched arms. His hand left her waist and traveled down her stomach until it reached her soft curls. Her legs widened as if they had a mind of their own as he ran his fingers through her curls until he reached her other lips.

Taking one finger, he gently opened her lips feeling the wetness awaiting him. This simple act of want sent swells of pride through him because he couldn’t remember the last time a woman wanted him equally as he wanted her. He gently eased a finger into her warm wet core. She shuttered. He stilled his motion. Slowly he started to move his finger in a steady rhythm. His thumb started to stroke her tender nub. When he added a second finger, she felt a tingling feeling building throughout her body. Feeling her tighten around his fingers, he pulled his hand away. She gave a groan of disappointment.

He lowered his head to her inner thighs. Kissing and licking his way down her thighs, the groan of disappointment quickly turned to a groan of anticipation. His mouth quickly found her nub. As he sucked and nibbled on it, his fingers once again entered her. The tingling feeling started to build in her again.

His fingers slipped out as he brought his mouth to her opening. His tongue entered her. His wet fingers found her other opening and he rubbed but did not penetrate it because he wanted to excite but not frighten the girl. Her whole body twitched in synchronized muscle spasms; her blood seemed to drain from her head. A feral scream rent the air.

After she was able to catch her breath once again, the young witch noticed that he now joined her on the pillar. He pulled her down into his arms. Their lips met each other. He tasted of a mixture of the sweet potion they had shared and the musky taste of her juices. He maneuvered her beneath him. His hand gently parted her legs. He broke the kiss as he positioned himself over her opening. She felt his tip press into her. She took a deep breath as he entered her. He paused as he felt her membrane. She was so tight, hot, and wet that he did not know how long he would last. He thrust himself fully into her, breaking her maiden’s head.

Fully sheath in her, he did not move until she gave a silent not. Lowering his body closer to her, he claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss. He slowly started moving in a rhythm that was as old as the henge they occupied. His movements started to increase as his own urges took over his body.

While still in her, he sat up on his knees. He pulled her legs over his shoulders, opening her up so he could thrust deep into her very soul. The tension building in both was about to peak when one of his fingers started to tease her nub. She started to scream as she gave her body over to her orgasm. Milking his member with her body, he shot his sperm into her. With a final thrust, he fell upon her. Reaching a synchronized climax released a magical surge around them. This surge created a white shining light that illuminated the night.

After they regained their breath, he slowly pulled himself from her. He reached over to retrieve the knife and goblet. Taking one of his fingers, he slid it into her once again. He scooped out a mixture of their combined juices and her maiden’s blood. He scraped the mixture onto the knife and mixed it with the potion in the goblet.

As he was stirring the potion, she retrieved her robe and dressed herself. She handed him his robe and took the goblet from him. After he dressed, they faced the fallen pillar, he behind her. Both stood holding the goblet and raised it into the air. They repeated the incantation of the old wizard. A red mist wafted from the goblet. Together they poured the contents of the goblet onto the pillar. The liquid quickly absorbed into the stone.

The two new lovers faced each other. He took her in his arms and they disappeared as the henge accepted their blood sacrifice.


AN: Thank you Estrilda for your suggestions.