A mist surrounds the old abbey, closing in, protecting the coven from onlookers should there be any. They gather around the altar in the centre, the flames from the fire and torches burn bright, illuminating the naked participants in the circle, sweat glistens, hands roam, bodies writhe...
Charlotte climbs atop the alter, laying back, she spreads her stocking clad thighs, her thighboots steel tipped heels resting in small hollows, worn deep by many years of the ritual, her ladycock ready, her hole ready....
The first of the coven joins her, mounts her, as those about them make love.
'my strength is your strength, so mote it be' whispers her lover as she is penetrated, a deep push and he is all the way inside, the witch arches her back and pulls him closer, her talons find his back as he withdraws and pushes back in, his strokes are long, firm, and pleasurable, his veins throbbing in his cock as he rides the high witch, her moans echo around the abbey as he quickens his pace, his gift approaches as does her climax, he pushes in one last time and stops, his swollen penis filling her, his gift of strength given in long wet ribbons, the witch climaxes also, squeezing his beautiful cock as he continues to fill her, milking him. They lay sated briefly, her lover withdraws, his softening cock leaves her open hole, as another takes his place, a beautiful shemale, her ladycock smaller, softer but intumescent with desire, she leans forward, kissing the witch, whispering in her ear 'for you my priestess' as she now begins to fuck the witch. This time they kiss, more as lovers than participants of an age old ritual, tender, yet urgent, she reaches between the witches thighs and holds her ladycock as she begins her turn to give the gift. Their hands entwined, long talons grip each others and the lovemaking builds, both desperate for the finish, but caught in a moment that neither wish to end. The shemale witch begins her final strokes as her tongue finds charlottes, both locked together, one to give the gift, one to receive it, the climax begins for both, simultaneously, they begin to writhe, shake, convulse, as they orgasm together, one witch inside another, the gift is given, the high witch is left once more, open, wet, oozing, as her lover leaves her for one more to take her place. So it continues until near dawn, the coven bow to the high witch, the chanting begins one last time as charlotte the high witch lays spread open on the altar, her thighs spread obscenely, her hole fucked raw, the gifts of many pooling beneath her, the strength of many given to one.....
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