All Things Magikal

[Nightbird]

All Things Magikal

This story is a closed thread for Mist S and I. Feel free to read and enjoy along with us but please PM any and all comments about the story so that we can keep the story flowing.

John Roe - 5'9" Tall white male, medium build, with short black hair and green eyes.

I.C.

John looked at the small scrap of paper with the hand drawn map on it again, with a skeptical scowl on his face as his car bumped and dragged along the very rough back country road. This was the place Julie said to go to for the Coven meeting but all there was out here was treed bush lots, and most of them weren't marked very well so it was hard to tell which was which.
To make matters worse the sun was beginning to set and soon it would be too dark to figure out if he was in the right spot or not.
John thought back to two days ago when after he had been pestering her for days she finally gave in and with a scowl on her face and a big sigh she had drawn him a map to this place while he was having lunch with her in her office and handed it over to him.
As she handed the paper over to him she looked sternly at him and said, "John, you and I have been friends for years and I'm only doing this for you because of that. I know your serious about getting into Wicca and my friend is a High Priestess of a Coven this map will guide you to where they meet. I will call her so she will be expecting you. You owe me big for this John, don't screw it up."
Just as John was about to give up thinking Julie had sent him on a wild goose chase he saw it. Almost out of no where an opening just off the road in the trees big enough for a few cars to park, and there were already a number of cars there. This had to be the place, very carefully so as not damage his car he parked and got out. There just beyond the cars was a barely noticable foot trail through the trees and undergrowth.
John very carefully walked the rough trail for about twenty minutes until he reached a large clearing in the forest. Walking to the edge of the clearing John stopped and looked at the people gathered there, looking at there faces he noticed one of them who kind of stood out from the others. She was looking back at him with a scowl on her face....

 

[Mist S]

6 Hours earlier

Tiffany had picked up the phone to hear a longtime friend asking her to do a favor. She wanted Tiffany to take a new guy whom she had never seen before and initiate him and make him welcome in her coven. That was bad enough, but Tiffany had also learned that this guy knew nothing about what he was really getting into, or what would be expected of him when he arrived, making their rituals planned for the evening very difficult.

She agreed, just due to the fact she owed her friend from long ago, but gave this promise. "If at anytime i dont think he can mesh with my group, or if he becomes unfocused, out he goes."

Julie was fine with that and said that she thought he was sincere. Tiffany spent the remainder of the time phoning her coven members, informing them of the change in plans and gathering the things she needed.

She drove out to the meeting place early, stepping into the quiet grove only after she shed all of her clothing. She stood skyclad in front of the altar there...just a large flat rock was what they used, then she knelt before it.

She had brought a small bundle with her and she opened it now, pulling out a black hilted stilleto with designs etched into the handle. mentally casting a circle, for she was in a bit of a rush, the formal one would be drawn for the rituals that evening, she was ready to begin.

She lit a candle, then some incense, placing these to the sides of the large round disk of bronze with many strange etchings on it...her pentacle. she had a small cup of water, and a dish of salt there as well. a small plate of cakes sat off to the side a little bit. At the forefront of the altar she laid a sword, an old spanish balde, one she had grown fond of and used for many years. she also had a white handled knife, anointing oil made of pure olive oil and a crystal necklace. her wand and a scrouge (a lash of sorts, with eight tails and five knots in each tail) Made up the balance.

She had no High Priest, those of her coven were all female, meaning she had to do the work that the male would do as well as her own. She placed the cup of water in the center of her pentacle and picked up her athame (black handled knife with etchings) and placed just te tip of it into the water.

Slowly and with feeling, she intoned, "I exorcise thee O Creature of Water, that thou cast out all the impurities and uncleanness of the spirits of the world of phantasm. Mertalia, Muskalia, Dophalia, Onemalia, Zitanseia."

She removed the water from the pentacle and replaced it with the bowl of salt. Again she held the tip of her athame in it and said, "Blessings be on this Creature of Salt; let all malignityand hinderance be cast forth thencefrom, and let all good enter therin. Wherefore i bless thee and invoke thee, that though mayest aid me."

She switched the water for the salt again, and said as she poured the salt into the water, "Yamenton, Yaron, Tatonon, Zarmesiton, Tileion, Tixmion. But ever mind, water purifies the body, but the scrouge purifies the soul."

Finished, she banished her mental circle and stood, stretching the kinks from her body. From her bundle, she removed a blindfold, 8 feet of twine, a small handbell and three lengths of red cord. one of nine feet, the other two of four feet six inches. These she placed near the outer edge of the formal circle she would draw.

She heard cars pulling up in the distance, so she removed the final item from her bundle-a cloak, and she put it on. Her coven members began to emerge from the bushes and they stood in small groups chatting while they waited for the newcomer. They knew that not even the circle could be drawn until he arrived.

They were becoming restless when Tiffany heard him stumbling along the trail, she set herself so he would notice her and waited, displeased because he had taken so long.

she watched dispassionatly as he was grabbed gently by two of the other members and bound with the red cords. His wrists were tied together at the back witht hte middle of the long cord, the two ends brought forward over his shouldersand tied in front of his neck, with a leash type tail in th front. One short cord wastied around his right ankle, the other just above his left knee.

Tiffany stepped forward and said, "Feet neither bound nor free."

Then she stepped back and cast the circle, leaving the northeast corner with animaginary gateway free. she picked up her Athame and approached him again, noting that he had been blindolded while she was busy.

She rested her athame against the point of his neck and said, "O thou who standest on the threshhold between the pleasant world of men and the dread domains of the Lords of the Outer Spaces, hast though the courage to make the assay?"

She moved the point of the athame down to where his heart was and continued, "For I say verily, it were better to rush on my blade and perish, than make the attempt with fear in thy heart."

She stood calmly awaiting his answer, knowing that Julie would have prepped him with that much at least. She wanted him to have the right answer, for then this was half over, soon after they would be able to converse like normal adults.

 

[Nightbird]

John

With his vision blocked and his body bound the way it was John had little left but his thoughts which were racing.

Wow, those women were naked! If I'd know there was a group of women like this in a clearing in the woods in the middle of nowhere naked I would have gotten involved a lot sooner than this! Woah John, easy boy calm down remember your at their complete and total mercy here. Man did they ever tie me and blindfold me up fast, in a way this whole thing is very sexual. Or it would be really kinky and sexual if there wasn't that pointy knife being poked against my chest.

Think now, what was it Julie said to me? Remember to say this or they'll cut off your weenie. No John, thinking like that isn't going to help you remember the passwords any easier relax and forget about that knife being poked into your chest. I know I need to relax that'll help me remember.

Taking a deep calming breath John continued to think, hmm come on Johnny boy relax, remember your outside with naked women just think one of them is really cold and thats not really a knife poking you in the chest but it's her poking you with her really cold really pointy nipple trying to warm it.

Ya thats it stupid that'll help you relax, John chastised himself as he felt his penis stir between his legs at the thought of being so close to the naked women. It had been so long since he had been close to any women at all let alone a naked one, and what was that lovely smell in the air? Almonds? Hmm, now that was a relaxing smell.

Finally, focusing on the perfumed aroma of almonds he could smell John was able to relax and he remembered Julie had told him to say "I have two passwords. Perfect love, and perfect trust." John exhaled deeply and waited for what was to come next.

 

[Mist S]

Tiffany’s eyes lit up as he made the correct response, she would have said congrats, but she was unable to as this would break the ritual they were in the middle of. Instead, she said, “All who have such are doubly welcome. I give thee a third to pass thee through this dread door.”

She reached backward without looking with her athame and one of the others took it. She stepped forward, circled behind him and wrapped her arms around his. Stepping forward again, she used her own body to guide him forward into the circle. A step out of the ordinary, but the woman who had taken her athame, closed the circle while Tiffany was busy with the next step, then placed the blade back on the altar.

Tiffany led/pushed John further into the circle, to each of the four points of a compass, saying at each point, substituting the name of the direction they faced, “Take heed, ye Lords of the East, that John is properly prepared to be initiated a priest and witch.”

The other women began moving deosil then, chanting, “Eho, Eho, Azarak, Eko, Eko, Zomelak, Eko, Eko, Cerrnunos, Eko, Eko, Aradia.” To an outsider they probably would have just looked odd, but to those in the circle, they could almost feel the increase of tension and solomness about them. Tiffany pushed John into their midst and they pushed him gently back and forth between them, still chanting, sometimes turning him completely around until Tiffany could see he was a little dizzy and disoriented. Then she lifted a silent hand and the pushing stopped. One of the women rang the handbell three times as Tiffany took John by the arm and led him to the center of the circle, facing the altar.

Then she said, “In other religions the postulant kneels while the priest towers above him. But in the Art Magical, we are taught to be humble, and we kneel to welcome him and we say…” She knelt and kissed him on both feet, first the right, then the left and continued, “Blessed be thy feet, that have brought thee in these ways.”

She raised herself a bit and kissed his knees, again right then left saying, “Blessed be thy knees that shall knees at the sacred altar” Up a bit more, her breath fanning lightly over his crotch, seeping in to tease his cock, even through layers of fabric the she moved a little higher and placed a kiss just above where his pubic hair was most likely to be, “Blessed be thy phallus without which we wouldn’t be.”

She finished the fivefold kiss, doing just fine until she kissed his lips, but she was distracted by feelings, stirrings of desire for this man that made her a little breathless as she said, “Blessed be thy lips, that shall utter the sacred names.”

She had to move on quickly before she gave in to the temptation to sink her tongue into his mouth. Stepping back abruptly, she said “Now we are going to take your measure.” Then watched as two of the other women made knots in a string to correspond with the measurements they took with it.

She asked him then, “Before though art sworn, art thou ready to pass the ordeal and be purified?” to which he promptly and properly said, “I am”

She watched with keen interest as two of the other women stripped him then, right down to the buff, freeing his hands just long enough to do so. Then they pushed him to his knees again and used the cords that had been tied around his knee and ankle to bind them together, not tight enough to cause pain, but he couldn’t move.
Tiffany picked up the scrouge, and as one of the others rang a handbell three, seven, nine and twenty-one times, she lightly flicked the scrouge over his back. The very last of the strokes was administered a little harder, a reminder that this was an ordeal, and that he was being deliberately restrained.

Tiffany smiled down at John, and said, “Thou hast bravely passed the test. Art thou ready to swear that thou will always be true to the art?” John answered in the affirmative and Tiffany smiled again. She asked a few more questions, in the way of the ritual, but her conviction was growing, this young man was sincere in his desire and she was well pleased.

Bringing forth the anointing oil and the wine, Tiffany dipped her finger in the oil and said, “I hereby consecrate thee with the triple sign, I consecrate thee with oil. She touched him then, on the bare skin just above his pubic hair, on his right breast, then on his left breast, then above his pubic hair one more time. Then she dipped her finger in the wine and repeated the process, consecrating him with wine.

Handing the vessels off, she murmured, “I consecrate thee with my lips and did it one final time, lingering a little over each kiss. Then she finished by saying, “Priest and witch.” She drew the blindfold off and looked into his eyes. “I bid thee welcome John, as soon as your bounds are off, your new sisters are eager to greet you, but at the end of the night, I beg you to linger with me after the others are gone as I have a few things to discuss with you.”

 

[Nightbird]

John

After they untied his bounds and freed him John was a little disoriented and just stood still and looked around him. Silently he gave a little cheer to himself finally he had gone through the ritual and was a member of a coven.

Calming down a little John looked around his surroundings. He was in a clearing in the woods with an Altar, and a number of women of all shapes and sizes sharing only a few common elements. They were naked and they all smiled and seemed friendly. Being new and a little shy John decided the best course of action for him would be to keep a low profile. He was polite and answered questions to anyone who had them for him or spoke to him but he didn't go out of his way to speak a lot or to be too pushy. Instead he observed the group and took pleasure in the shared love for Goddess.

Hours that seemed like only minutes passed and the group began to break up as people began to drift back down the path to their cars and home. John stayed as one of the stragglers and helped pack some of the things up that were used during the ritual. He then followed the others down the path to their cars.

Sitting behind the wheel of his own car John noticed another car parked not too far from his with it's hood up. Hmmm, he thought to himself someone from the group must be having trouble. John climbed out from behind his steering wheel and walked over to the car, the driver's side door was open and he recognized the woman sitting in the car with her legs out looking angrily at her cell phone.

"Stupid Cell phone with no signal!" She said to the phone.

"Umm, Priestess are you ok? I know I was supposed to meet with you before everyone left but I forgot and in all the excitement I kind of goofed. Sorry about that." John looked at her hoping she'd forgive him for forgetting to meet with her.

Looking up at him gratefull that she wasn't stranded there Tiffany said "Can you give me a ride to my place? My car won't start."

"Ya, sure I can give you a ride." John replied happy to be able to help.

Other than talking about the directions to her home the ride was spent mostly in silence and when John finally pulled into her drive and stopped the car she turned to him and invited him inside for a drink.

Wow, did she actually invite me in? John's thoughts raced and he answered her "Sure I'd love a drink thank you." John said as he reached for the lever to open his door and followed her to her front door.

Walking inside her front door led directly to the living room of her house and when she turned on the light John noticed it was decorated with all kinds of Wiccan pieces.

Turning to him she said, "Please sit down relax I'm going to have a shower and I'll be right out."

He watched as she walked down a hallway and disappeared into a side room, he then turned his attention to a large book she had sitting on a coffee table it was called "Wiccan Magick, Spells of all types." He began reading it as he waited for her.

 

[Mist S]

Tiffany stripped quickly as she walked into the spacious bath. She cast a longing glance at the Jacuzzi as that was where she would usually go when she finished a circle, but with company sitting in her living room, she didn’t have that option.

She showered quickly, and dried off even faster. She was in her ensuite, which meant she didn’t have to go streaking to get clothes, instead she picked up a short black silk robe and tied it securely around her waist. She ran a brush through her wet hair to erase the tangles and then went back to meet her guest.

When she stepped back into the room, she saw he was reading one of her more wordy books, his brow furrowed in concentration. She walked to her bookshelf and pulled down a copy of The Witches Way and set it on the coffee table. When he looked up, she said softly, “Required reading material, most of our formal rituals are from that book, it is good to have as we don’t carry scripts into the circle.

She sat on the couch beside him, one leg folded beneath her. She failed to notice the fact her robe parted at the bottom, giving a decent show of her shaved pubic region if he cared to look. She leaned forward, her face showing the earnestness of what she was about to say.

“How did you feel about tonight? Were you comfortable with everything, any second thoughts? I ask because you are the first male member we have ever had, one with a great deal of potential to become a very important person in our coven. Right now we are modifying things that should be done by a Priest, out of necessity. I would love it if you worked out well enough to take over those duties. What do you think?”

 

[Nightbird]

John

Placing his hand on her leg just above her knee John couldn't help but notice her robe was open and giving him a show of her shaved genitals. Trying very hard not to react so he didn't embarrass her and so she realized he was taking this seriously he looked straight into her eyes and with some thought said,

"Well, I have a lot to learn and thats a tremondous responsibility for someone as new to the craft as I am. But I'm willing to study and learn as much as possible and I'll take on the challenge as long as you and the rest of the Coven will be patient with me. Maybe I could take some lessons from you say once or twice a week if you have the extra time? We could do it here, or at my place?"

John leaned in closer to her and moved his hand a little further up her leg watching her face to see how she would react.

 

[Mist S]

Tiffany felt the light touch of Johns hand on her leg, but didn’t let how much it affected her show on her face. His hand was hot, the touch electric; she could feel it all the way to her toes. She smiled softly as he spoke.

"Well, I have a lot to learn and that’s a tremendous responsibility for someone as new to the craft as I am. But I'm willing to study and learn as much as possible and I'll take on the challenge as long as you and the rest of the Coven will be patient with me. Maybe I could take some lessons from you say once or twice a week if you have the extra time? We could do it here, or at my place?"

Tiffany wondered if it was in good form to tell a man she’d just met that night that the reason she’d asked him to take on the responsibility, was because she had felt an attraction to him from shortly after she had laid eyes on him the first time. Deciding discretion was the better part of valor, she chose the easier explanation, which was also true.

“I was watching you closely tonight. You handled yourself well. I know you were prepped for all the spoken parts tonight, but overall attitude goes far as well. You showed a definite interest, an eagerness to learn and sincerity in everything you did. That to me means a lot more than any memorization. Therefore, I am willing to work with you closely to teach you the things you will need to know.” She paused with a barely taken sip of air as she noticed his hand had crept higher. Ignoring it as best as she was able, she continued, “Extra tutoring is a great idea, I am fairly open to teaching times, after 6:00 so pretty much any time is good.”

She stared into his eyes then, they were so close to her, and then leaned forward just a little bit, brushing her lips across his cheek, and then drawing back. She hadn’t intended to do that, but couldn’t help herself. Grabbing hold of her rioting emotions, she sat back briskly and asked, “So when do you want to start?”

 

[Nightbird]

John

Feeling his cheek burn where her lips had just been John was dazed momentarily. Did she just kiss me? He thought to himself, his brain finally catching up to what had happened John looked into Tiffany's eyes smiled moved closer and said to her.

"How about we start now? I'm sure you have a lot to teach me." Before she could answer he pressed his lips to her in a long, slow, wet, close your eyes, curl your toes kiss while squeezing her thigh with his hand at the same time.

While his lips were pressed to hers his inner voice shouted at him...

*Oh no, what if I've gone too far? What if she gets angry at me and throws me out? Way to go stupid you may have just blown it completely.*