The Swamp Warlock
The lust was thick and I wanted to swallow the whole universe as I came with intense cosmic orgasms just by thinking of one. I still do.
I can still see it now….. the fog was thick and wonderful and the ground was green with young wet leaves. I could smell the pine trees and moss and it made me want to get on the ground and drink it all up. My hair was wet from the magic mist and I could hear my own heart beat and could feel my nipples coming out at the world under my cotton dress. I had thoughts of lying on the ground with my dress lifted up to my panties and feeling so good and so stoned surrounded by 12 white candles. My breathing was shallow, then deep as I closed my eyes and gently spread my legs. I wanted to be touched. I remember feeling as if I had been lifted up over the ground and could see someone down below me preparing ritual oils made of rose oil, lavender, rosemary and hemp oil. He then called me to come lay down beside him on a bed of fresh warm moss. He took my hand and painted a sun on it, then the other hand he painted a moon. The intense feeling was so unreal, I almost fainted. He then rubbed the oil slowly all over my arms and legs, reaching up under my dress and under my panties (but did not touch my pussy) and then he rubbed it softly over my neck and face. He then too a deep breath and opened up by dress top and rubbed more ritual oil on my breasts and nipples. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it as I felt my body go limp with such a sweet pleasure. He then burned a giant piece of pure Nepalian Hash on a copper spoon with a tube handle and took a deep toke, then another. He then came to my mouth and gently blew the magic into me. His lips tasted like chocolate. He took another toke and put his whole mouth around mine and forced in the smoke, this time it was heavy. It was a ritual holy mixture of hemp that only goddesses get when they live their true Goddess existence. It was so sweet and thrilling, my mind was in a state of compleat paradise, the ultimate in paradise engineering. The true Hedonite pleasure of existence. I had been fully under his spell. I was his for 10 minutes. In pure female Aphrodite form in the body of a bird, the mind of a whore and the innocence of a swam Goddess.
I started to feel the urge to get up and dance around him with my breasts out in the air and my big brown nipples looking at him like the eyes of a cosmic slut. I was hungry to make him want me like he had never wanted a woman before. I had seen and known him before from way way way back in 1402, a wizard from the crystal war. He was a strong handsome and magical man with the penetrating eyes of a warlock. He could see right though me, sometimes sending shivers up and down my spine and other places.
He looked at me with eyes that ate my existence, that paralyzed me into another dimension. That night I knew he was going to have his way with me, or at least I had it planned that way. He took me to the edge of a stream and made the water warm, it was warmer then my body temperature. I remember feeling dizzy as he cupped water into his hands and spread it all over my breasts and thighs slowly with such gentle movements. He pored it over my hair and neck, my face and back, my derriere and even reached down into my panties and pored some in there too. It tickled but it was so warm and delicious that I wanted to spread my legs for him. I held back but I knew that it was a mater of time before I did it, if he kept that up. He got into the water and reached down and pulled out a purple crystal the size of a egg and help it up to the full big moon. It was shining like a light and then I remember feeling the earth shake under my body as his eyes turned ice blue. He rubbed the crystal on my arm right arm and tattooed me a black Gothic flower with it. I felt no pain but I bled a little bit. He then took the blood stained crystal and ate it saying ” I have swallowed your spirit and forever you are mine to keep for one hour every 7 years”
I then said, “drink the drink of me” the crickets and frogs were yelling out passionate words to encourage me to spread my legs for him at that very moment. I tried to fight it but it was impossible, I was so filled up with lust that my jewel of St. Harley was sending sweet tickles. I just lay there and spread my legs, I was wet and my breasts were glistening in the moonlight and my nipples were hard. He looked at me with those eyes again and lifted me up next to a tree and grabbed both of my wrists and held me there as he pressed his body next to mine. He licked my neck and then my nipples like a raging fire. I felt him hard as he pushed into me and kissed me. I was paralyzed with intense desire, the desire to let him do anything he wanted with me. I could see the candles burning in the distance and the moon glowing under the thick summer fog. He held me with one hand since I was about to faint, and he Litt up another giant piece of hash in his spoon and inhaled a big toke
and then another, and then another which he blew into my mouth as he kissed me hard. He did it 4 times, blowing in the hemp and kissing me at the same time. I can barely remember the rest. I saw his face in the moon light, his eyes closed as he touched my breasts and felt me surround him with my legs. He then started to breath harder and harder and I felt him enter me in one strong push, moving softly at first and then harder and harder as he fucked me hard. I felt the tree moving back and forth and pine needles were falling all over us, a birds nest and a few branches. He fucked me so hard that my mind went psychedelic and I spread my legs to let him come inside me. He held me down as I felt his sweet hard thing pump me up. I looked at him in the eyes and said “come for me ” He then shot up 5 buckets of sweet warm come into me. It was wonderful. I had such an intense orgasm that my dress tore off, my panties were torn to shreds, my bras got tossed up into the tree. Such a mind and body penetrating orgasm of the 7th kind. wow. There was sweet cream all over the entire forest, inside me, on by breast, face and hair and even got a few cups in my mouth. I whisper faintly…”Where am I? where am I? as warm sacred cream drips from my mouth. Where are my panties? I thought.. wow what dreamy creamy wet trip on such a full wonderful glorious big moon. He smiled and as he gently pulled on my nipples a tear fell on his face and he whispered”see ya in 7 years same time same place? ” I asked ” what do you mean?” he said, “ah my sweet Gothic swamp whore, its been like this for the last 847 years, you can only stay for a few hours on the biggest moon when the sun shines for Leo, so you’ll be back on time just like all the other times.” I looked at him and it just suddenly poped out of my head! oh yes.. I remember now… I think”
That wonderful delicious feeling from the sacred drink of lust in the deep fog on a full moon. The warm lavender and rose oil.. intense sacred orgasms and music that seeps into my ears like honey, and my body feels like its being touched all over. I love it. I felt like a female Jesus.
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