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 Pagan Priestess
Introduction: An Ancient Spellbook leads to Halloween of Adventure.
Katie sat astride the buff young man. She wore a half mask with wild features, painted by her own hand.
His cock pounded into her from below, shaking her body with its force. She met every thrust greedily, impatiently. She'd just glanced at the clock and seen it was almost 11:30. Barely a half hour to go and still so much to do.
"Come on stud," she said, increasing her tempo, "cum for me."
The change in pace was all it took. He arched his back, moaning as he came. She tipped forward, loving the feel of the sweat between them. Putting her mouth next to his ear, she whispered, "That's it baby. Keep going. Cum."
She reveled in the joy of the moment as his orgasm subsided.
"You're amazing," he said.
"Thank you." she said, kissing his cheek.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"I can't tell you," she said as she climbed off of him.
"I have to know," he said, "I've never had anybody like you."
"I try," she said.
She stood up and leaned over him. Reaching down, she tenderly removed the condom, keeping it horizontal as she pulled it off. Letting it point downward, she carefully tied the open end - preserving the contents within. She crossed to her bag and put it inside.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Think of it sort of like a scavenger hunt," said Katie.
"What?" said the young man, sitting up. "This was part of a contest?"
"Not exactly," said Katie, "More like an adventure... a very fun adventure, wouldn't you agree?"
She'd pulled her dress back over her head. Black with orange streaks throughout, she caught a reflection of herself in the mirror. She'd gotten it right tonight, she thought - just the right blend of mysterious and sexy.
"I feel so used," said the young man, standing up.
"Do you now?" said Katie, "In a good or a bad way?"
"Oh, a good way," he said, smiling. He took her into one more kiss, which she returned with equal passion.
"I have to run now," she said, breaking off the kiss.
He lifted his hands toward her mask, but she grabbed his wrists.
"Please let me see your face," he pleaded.
"I'm afraid not, I couldn't take that away from you," she said.
"Take what away?" he asked.
"The mystery," she said, "Leave the mask on, and I'll always be that one crazy woman who rocked your world on Halloween Night back in college. All of your life, you'll have this memory. Between girlfriends when it's been too long, you'll reach down and touch yourself, and this night will be what brings you to full hardness. Later in life, when your wife is too tired and you have to bring yourself pleasure - it will be this night you remember. When you're an old man, you'll recount your old lovers and this night will still stand out, the girl whose face you never saw, but who you fucked so wonderfully. I take off this mask, the magic is gone. You'll know me. You'll see me around town every once in a while, and think, 'Oh, that's the chick I banged', and soon enough I'll fade from memory among with all of your other conquests."
"Wait, do I know you?" he asked.
"Goodbye," said Katie walking out the door of his room.
She walked past the Greek Houses to her car, savoring the memories of the past couple of hours.
The young man had, in fact, known her. She was his T.A. in English Lit, but the contrast of her appearance tonight mixed her very different behavior from assured her he would never recognize her.
She hopped into her car, a battered old Honda Civic, and flipped on the dome light to double check her list.
The list was important to mention, and how she had found it needs explanation, going back to three weeks before
Katie had come to the University of Virginia under somewhat false pretenses. Yes, she was making good headway toward her PhD in Medieval Literature - but she studied for reasons other than simple knowledge of ancient writers. It was UVA's library that had drawn her there. Outside of Cambridge and Oxford and some of the great European Universities, UVA had the greatest collection of Medieval texts in the world.
The middle ages had been the last time where pagans and witches had truly thrived. Starting in the 800s, the Emperor Charlemagne had begun to eradicate pagans in the larger cities. However, in the rural areas of Europe, paganism had continued to thrive. Then along came Martin Luther in the in the 1500s and with the beginning of the Reformation spurred on by Luther, and the subsequent counter reformation things went downhill quickly.
What Katie searched for sexual knowledge. Katie loved sex. She yearned for it. She thrived on it. She was also young, bright, and amazingly intelligent. With her insatiable thirst for knowledge and her turbocharged sex drive, she had set about a journey of discovery to learn all there was about her favorite activity.
In the middle ages, Europe had been the last bastion of ancient sexual knowledge. The, greatly misunderstood witches, all types of pagans, the Celtic branches - they had all accepted sex as a primal force and treated it with respect and understanding. The early church had treaded lightly around the pagan traditions, not wanting to alienate the local populations. Many traditions and ceremonies had been rolled into Christianity's own festivals. Those rituals that hadn't been absorbed had at least been tolerated by the church until the reformation. Then the fire of righteousness had swept through Europe. Rituals were stamped out and witches were burned. Burned along with the witches was their knowledge, both that contained in their heads, and their books of spells and wisdom.
What texts survived were fragmentary and accidental: a spell for a good harvest written the margins of a cookbook; instructions for a harvest ritual scrabbled on the back of a painting of harvest time; pages of spell books stuck between the floorboards of an ancient cottage; single scrolls overlooked in monasteries. People kept searching, but no great discoveries had been made to date.
Her discovery came late at night in the special collections section of the library. She had found a reference to a collection of texts recovered from Nordhausen in northern Germany. She'd had a glimmer of hope when she read the record. Nordhausen was just south of the Harz mountains, a long-standing center of witchcraft. Her heart thrilled a bit more when she saw the annotation. "Recovered in a sealed vault discovered in excavations of the city. Believed to be the sole artifacts remaining of the Nordhausen Convent, destroyed in War, 1180."
Her heart pounded when the librarian delivered the box to her.
"It's been a while," said the librarian. "The last time someone retrieved this was almost 90 years ago."
That tempered Katie's excitement. If anything of interest was in there, surely someone would have made note of it and brought it to more attention. The librarian led her to the private room reserved for ancient texts. Climate controlled, dust-controlled, the library took great care. Katie donned the requisite cotton gloves required to protect the books from any oils and then she paused prior to opening the box.
Inside here were books, most likely written, or at least transcribed, by women. The Ottonian Era when the Convent had existed had been an enlightened time for women. The convents founded by Saint Mathilda had been centers of study and art, more retreats for unmarried women to find a safe haven. So near the Harz mountains, what might be within. Lifting the lid, she soon found there was very little to be excited about. There was a book of religious poems, not very exciting, but written by women. She made a note to pass that along to her friend in women's studies. There was a history of the town of Nordhausen, a very poor copy of "The Life of Mathilda", and a record book. A record book. She opened it up and looked inside. "Jahr 1006, Tagebuch," Diary of the year 1006, in all its boring detail. This wasn't a diary as in 'dear diary', but a journal likely kept by the supply master of the convent. Katie used her very limited German skills to decipher a few entries.
'January 17th, took delivery of seven pigs to be butchered for upcoming feast.'
Flipping further.
'March 10th, prepared vegetable seeds in preparation of upcoming thaw."
And so it went. Though there was no one to see it, Katie shrugged her shoulders in resignation. C'est la vie.
As she put the daybook back into the box, something stopped her. This was a really good book. Not good in its contents, but good in its construction. She pulled it back and looked more closely. It was parchment, likely calf leather because of its thinness. This was top-shelf quality, the kind of parchment reserved for illuminated manuscripts. This was even more evident, given its condition. Sealed in a vault for nearly a thousand years, it was still supple and strong - no decay whatsoever.
Why? She had wondered. Why would someone use a book of this quality to record daily bookkeeping? She'd turned the pages over mindlessly. Something else was gnawing at her. The book was from the year 1006, it was now 2006... exactly a thousand years later. The superstitious part of her, the part she often trusted the most - told her there must be some sort of meaning in that.
She turned back to opening page. Glancing down, she noticed the letter 'b' in buch was darker, bolder than the rest. She looked across the page and saw more bold letters. She wondered, could it be as simple as that? No cipher, no key... quickly, she wrote down the bold letters in succession and spelled them out. Again, she cursed her limited German.
The words read: Brochen licht, oder hellblau Glasmalerei. She wasn't sure if that was the correct order because they were spread throughout the page, but this seemed to be close. She was already excited by the middle words, Brocken Licht - Brocken Light, another word for the Broken Spectre a light found in the Marz mountains and often used in the rituals of the witches.
Popping out her laptop, she typed the phrase she'd found into a translation site and pressed 'German to English...' the pounding of her heart began again, for there, the words displayed: 'Brocken Light or blue stained glass.
The Brocken Specter only occurred rarely in cloud-covered mountains. She had no stained glass at hand. She wondered. Right-clicking on her desktop area, she changed the background of her computer to dark blue. Then, she went to the light switch in the room to extremely dim and tipped the screen of her laptop over the ancient book.
Nothing.
She turned the page.
Something!
Like most books from that time, the writing had only been on the right hand side. But there, on the left, was writing which glowed in bright letters beneath the blue light. It was written in a neat hand, but upside down. Quickly sizing things up, she flipped the book around and over.
Opening the first page, her heart skipped more than a few beats. There, in writing only visible beneath the blue light of her screen - were words bright and clear. She was grateful to see it was written in Latin, not German. Her Latin still wasn't stellar, but she had the rudiments and would have an easier time of it.
There, on the first page, were the words no one had seen for a thousand years:
Libri Of Vulgaris Quod Superus Veneficus
Book of Common and Higher Magic.
She couldn't believe her eyes, but it was there.
She turned the page and read the preface slowly.
"In these times of increasing persecution, with the growth of the Christian faith and the great decline since the murderer Charlemagne, I write these word sin fear and secrecy. I am the last granddaughter of the great priestesses of Nerthus who have protected this knowledge. The sacred groves are all gone, save one high in the Marz to which I dare return but once a year for fear of discovery. I write this using as ink the seed of men with whom I have lain. I have cast every spell of protection and longevity I know around this volume . May those who find it use it with reverence.
Margarete
Katie looked down to see her hands shaking. This was the Rosetta Stone of magic. Within were the lost secrets of a pagan religion. This was proof, undeniable proof of a belief system which had been systematically wiped out. She would be able to show the world it had, in fact, existed.
Yet, why was she being so secretive. She knew she should go, immediately, to the librarian and report her discovery. But that was just the thing, it was hers. She wasn't ready to let it go yet - set it free to the world. She wanted it for herself a bit longer.
She pulled out her digital camera, being sure to turn off the flash, and began her work. Her primary goal was to finish quickly, she would have all the time in the world to work with this in her own time. As she processed the book, she glanced over the titles and couldn't help but smile as just the titles of the pages and rituals affirmed what most people had known all along. "Process for cleansing water," "Recommendations on where to build a house," "Tea to help one avoid gossiping too much."
She did stop in awe at the section, "Midwifery and Childbirth", these women hadn't just been priestesses, but doctors as well. There were instructions on herbs for easing the pain of contractions, how to deal with nervous husbands, how to handle a breach birth! She would have to get back to this.
Page after page revealed this to be more of a guidebook for good and wise living as opposed to demonic spells and great wickedness. Turn, click, turn, click. She'd have time for all of this later. She looked at the ticking of the clock and realized she only had fifteen minutes before the library closed. Turn/click,turn/click, she worked as fast as she possibly could - only stopping occasional to confirm that the image quality seemed adequate. At last she was done. She hurriedly put the items back into the box and brought them back to the collections librarian.
"Find anything good?" she asked.
"Not much to speak of," said Katie, fighting tapping her toes as the librarian slowly confirmed the contents of the box against the list.
Rushing into her house, she ran the cable from her camera to her laptop. She watched the images load as thumbnails onto her drive. The writing was legible, but very dim. She fiddled with a couple of settings and was pleased to see she was able to convert the blue on blue writing to white on black. She set up a batch process and ran all of the images through. An hour later, she had compiled a 'book' in Adobe Acrobat.
"Come on, come on," she said, staring at the screen. She was hoping beyond hope she hadn't imagined what she'd seen.
She turned the page: "Advice in the Sexual Arts."
This is what she'd been looking for, more knowledge, ancient knowledge on her favorite subject.
She tabbed the page and there was more of what she'd been seeing, but now instead of about crops and sickness and housekeeping, it was about sex. She tabbed through the pages, amazed. There was advice on masturbation, marital counseling, teen sex, coaching couples in their sexual movement and positions, recommendations for toys - the list went on. Birth control! She read that section with fascination and saw that the early priestesses had known more about the ovulatory cycle than anyone had since, up until the 1950's at least. Herbs to increase fertility. Herbs to decrease fertility. She was hooked. She grinned at the last page of the section which explained the writing in the book.
FORMULA SO AS TO RENDER WRITING UNSEEABLE
Mix in equal parts:
The seed of a man, attained through usual means.
The piss of the woman with whom he has lain.
White, clear wine, fermented beyond good flavor and approaching vinegar.
Mix slowly beneath a gentle, gentle heat so as to avoid curdling of the seed.
View the writing through a pane of blue glass or if possible beneath the clouds of Marz in the Brocken Spectre."
Katie smiled ruefully, thinking of the 'efforts' it must have taken to produce enough ink for this sizeable tomb.
Then, at last, came the section she had hoped for most. "Spells and Rituals for a Priestess of Divine Love and Fertility."
"Initiation rites for a priestess:
Go no further until initiated."
Katie read down the instructions for the initiation ceremony.
"The ceremony must take place on All Hallows Night."
"The initiate must keep herself pure for at least a fortnight before All Hallows Night. From alcoholic spirits, from coupling, and from excesses in general."
Katie breathed a sigh of relief, it was the 10th of October - she was glad she hadn't found the book any later or she would have had to wait for an entire year before proceeding.)
Initiate must gather the list below in the day before All Hallows Eve in preparation for the ceremony.
I - The milk of a newborn's mother
That one had been easy, her friend had a two-month old and pumped all the time. Katie had snuck into her freezer and snagged a pouch, it would never be missed, her friend produced so much milk she could practically open a dairy.
2 - The hair of the king.
She'd had a bit of trouble with this one, but extrapolating out the idea of the old city-states of Europe, she figured the mayor was close enough. She'd found out his barber and paid the young man twenty bucks to give her the clippings, with a promise of more to come.
3 - The pubic hair of the initiate.
Easy enough, she'd always wanted to try shaving.
4 - The seed of a male friend, taken into the mouth. Not for use in the potion, set aside
Again, easy. Earlier that afternoon she had repaid the favor to the young barber, bringing a glass vial with her and saving his explosion in her mouth until an appropriate moment.
5 - A gallon of fine mead.
Luckily there was a good liquor store in town.
6 - Last - the seed of seven unwed men who look not upon the initiate's face. The seed must be expelled within the initiate's body.
This had been the toughest one. Katie knew guys were easy... but that easy could prove a problem. Then the light bulb had gone off in her head. She thought through the old days, where the pagan festivals could get pretty raucous and pretty raunchy - it would have probably been pretty easy for the priestesses to gather men together for this duty in all the revels. Revels. Greek Town! She didn't generally favor the sorority/fraternity scene - but she couldn't think of anywhere else she could find that many willing men in a short span of time. She'd debated long and hard about how to handle the phrase, 'expelled into', but had ended up opting for safe sex. STD's hadn't found their way into Europe at the time of the writing of the spell. As a compromise, she figured she'd actually be gathering more. To be extra safe, the condoms she bought weren't spermicidal.
She had chosen her outfit carefully. She found a tight fitting black dress with orange streaks throughout, honoring the colors of All Hallows Eve, she'd found a plain mask at a local store and then painted it after medieval paintings she found in an art history book. Seven o'clock had found her arriving at the first house on Greek row.
The guy at the door waved her in, saying "The party's downstairs".
She walked down the stairs and realized finding guys wouldn't be a problem... since none of the girls had arrived yet. Music was blasting in the room which contained about twenty guys, three couples, and her. Needing just a little bit of courage, she walked over to the bar where she hoped to find some in liquid form. The kid tending bar was finishing up pouring vodka and grape juice into a huge black kettle which was poured out the hazy fog from dry ice.
"Witches brew?" he asked.
Katie smiled at the reference. "Is it strong?" she asked.
"Dangerously so," he said.
"Serve it up then," she said.
"You're my first customer, here you go," he gave her a large plastic cup full of the bubbling concoction. Katie pounded it, shaking her head at the aftertaste.
"You weren't kidding," she said.
"Be careful," he said. "Want another?"
"Absolutely."
She took the next one with her, sipping at it this time. She wandered around, talking to a couple of guys, but not feeling quite right yet. Seven guys. Seven guys. She'd had her wild times in undergrad but her record to date was three guys in the course of a week.
Then, she felt a set of eyes on her. Glancing sideways so as not to be noticed she saw a slightly pudgy fratboy sitting in the corner. He was watching her. He probably had been for some time. It was then that she made the transition to 'feeling it'. Sure, it might have been tied in with the potent brew kicking in as well, but it was still there. She realized she needed to take this thing seriously, and this was a sacred duty - part of embracing the primal forces she was hoping to become a master of. She glanced once more, and saw him looking at her again. That did it, she walked past all of the studs who had been eyeing her and chatting her up, and walked straight up to him.
"Hi," she said, smiling.
"Oh... hi," he said, fumbling.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Doug," he said. "What's yours?"
"Not important," she said. "Do you have a room?"
"Do I what?" he asked.
"Do you have a room? Where we can go? And where I can fuck your brains out?"
"Yes," he said, definitively. "Come with me."
Fifteen minutes later, one young man's Halloween had been made unforgettable and one condom was full.
She exited the house feeling radiant, powerful. The juices were certainly stirring within her, but it was a different feeling than she'd ever had before. She'd had her wild times in the past, but those had been all about her. Tonight she was an initiate in an ancient, sacred religion. As she walked down the street to the next houses, she reveled in the stares she attracted from the guys walking past. She imagined it was a thousand years before and she was walking through a German village on All Hallows Eve. Much was the same, drunken revelries were taking place, costumes were being worn... but in that day, the townsfolk would have recognized her as an initiate priestess. Those men she chose would have been honored to lay with a holy and powerful woman.
She entered the next party and again sought out a wallflower. This one was cute, with glasses... just shy. She'd been pleasantly surprised to see the muscular body revealed when he pulled off his Star Wars Jedi cape, and she had enjoyed letting him take his time honoring her. However, she regretted that time slightly when she emerged from his room and saw it was approaching ten o'clock.
She walked down Greek Row and realized she needed a change in tack if she was going to be where she needed to be by midnight. She heard screams and chains rattling from speakers in front of a house marked PKP.
She walked into the house and had to admit she was impressed by the efforts the boys had gone to, this place was seriously decorated. A woman on a mission, she wandered through the house and found just what she was looking for. Four guys were standing in the kitchen drinking beers and bullshitting.
"Excuse me," she said, putting on her best southern accent, "But I'm from Kappa Kappa Gamma and I need your help."
"Sure thing, bab,." said one of the guys.
Katie didn't know much about the Greek system, but she did know that KKG was the prissiest, most southern sorority to be found... which gave her great pleasure in what she was about to say... and do.
"You see, I'm first year and it is hazing time... Oops, wrong word. I mean, it is time for us to do things which prove we are worthy of our sorority."
"Go on," said one of the guys.
"My assignment is to find four guys and... how did it go? 'Give them pleasure unlike anything they have ever felt.'"
Four jaws dropped.
"At the same time - in the same room - in half an hour or less.'
Four jaws dropped even further.
The jaws had to be picked up off the floor when she told them what she had to collect as proof.
Katie wasn't sure if she would ever care to take on four guys at a time again. It had not been like in the porn films. For one, the boys had been too shy - not that she could blame them. It hadn't been a free-for-all of four guys around her the entire time. Each had waited patiently to the side until his turn - though she had jerked one guy off to get him hard while she rode another one. All-in-all, she classified it as fun, but not necessarily worth repeating.
As she left the PKP house, she did take perverse pleasure in the havoc she'd just created in Greek Town. She wondered how many Kappas were going to be propositioned tonight with offers to help them with their initiations. Would the pledge class be interrogated the following day because of the story of the girl in PKP? She hoped so, the hypocrisy of certain sororities had always driven her crazy with their bright shiny virginal exteriors contrasted against the debauchery she knew they loved to participate in. She had no regrets about what she'd done on that front.
From there, she had gone to the last boy, the sweet one, and now she sat in her car checking over the list.
Yes, she had everything - now to the glade. She had searched all around town for the proper location. The directions had read, "Find a cleared glade or green with young trees growing about, if possible, also in view of a lake, sea, or river." Finally, she had tied in again with the modern vs ancient meanings. The instructions had mentioned the word 'green'. Green could mean a park, but any park she might go to would be too public... or a green could be found on a golf course. She had driven out to the Birdwood Golf Course not far from her house and scouted it out. The thirteenth green was perfect, surrounded by trees at the back, and a huge pond along the fairway.
That's where she found herself next. Though a full moon hadn't mentioned in the requirements, she took some comfort in the half moon lighting her way as she walked down the fairways toward her destination.
Arriving at the green, she checked her cell and saw it was 11:53, not a minute to spare. She removed the flagstick from the hole and tossed it over into the sand trap to the side, thinking it might be a distraction.
It truly was a magical-feeling night. A gentle mist surrounded the green, the moon shone down and reflected off the lake.
She pulled out her supplies. Setting down a small cast-iron pot from her kitchen, she began to mix things. First, she poured in the mead. Then she began dropping in the ingredients. The mayor's hair, her own curly locks, the breast milk, and finally she pulled out a pair of scissors and snipped open each of the condoms, pouring their contents into the pot. The one ingredient to be held out was the vial that she'd gathered from the barber.
She'd been surprised that there were no directions for something to chant over the potion while stirring. Shakespeare and all subsequent writers had always shown the image of witches stirring the pot, muttering incantations. The directions for this had simply read: "Once all ingredients are gathered, proceed to the glade or green and mix together in a pot."
So, she stirred it. Then, walking in a circle around the center of the green, she poured out a circle on the ground from the pot. Her chore was made easier by the light dew on the close-mown surface to assure the circle was complete. She shivered a bit, but realized she'd better adjust to the cold... and quickly.
First to go was the mask, next was the dress, and finally her shoes.
Again came the feeling of power. This was her and nature, and nothing else. The 'nature' was certainly well manicured, but then again, so was she after getting ready for the ritual this evening.
She knelt down then held out her arms entreatingly to the sky. She repeated the words she'd memorized from the book. She had translated it into English because her spoken Latin was for crap.
"Oh Nerthus, Mother of Earth and Goddess of Life-Bringing Acts. I have completed the necessary tasks and created the potion. I supplicate myself before you and ask permission that I might serve you. I call up on those who came before me so that I may draw on their knowledge, which I pledge to only use toward good things."
She bowed forward, forehead on the ground.
At first nothing happened. Katie waited for a bit, her naked body shivering occasionally. She raised up and looked around, fearing that nothing might happen. 'A lot of work,' she thought, 'for this.'
But then she saw the movement. At first it was a hint of motion but then it became more distinct. The mists began to swirl in a counterclockwise motion around the circle she had formed on the ground. Soon, she was enveloped in a bowl of mist, like a foggy, hushed tornado.
As the mists swirled, she felt a new power within her. She stood up, exalting in the magical current surging through her. It came from the earth, that she could tell. She lifted her hand and made a swirling motion. The mists increased. Somehow she just 'knew' what she needed to do next. Raising both hands above her head, she cast them forward, toward the water.
The mist ceased it's swirling and coalesced into something that looked more solid. It formed two walls in the shape of a corridor, leading down to the water.
Outside of the corridor, she saw them. Women, standing like statues just beyond the diaphanous walls. They were all some type of spectral women. Their skin was a bluish tint, and they stood impassively still. None was the same. Some wore elaborate costumes and headpieces, others wore almost nothing except bracelets or ornate chains around their waists. Each woman stared straight forward, forming something of an honor guard along the corridor. Katie walked forward between them, approaching the water.
She looked out on the water's surface and saw a disturbance.
The water was absolutely still, but one area began to swirl about. Katie watched intently at the spot where the moon's reflection shone down on the water.
Like a siren, the woman emerged. First her head, then her shoulder, then the rest as she walked out of the water.
Katie could not recall ever seeing a more beautiful woman in her life. The water streamed from her and steam rose from her body. Her face was both barbaric and serene. Her breasts were full and proud. Her hips were wide and seductive. She appeared to be mid-thirties or so, but there was an ageless quality about her. She stepped fully from the water and smiled at Katie.
She spoke words that Katie didn't understand, while gesturing to the corridor behind them. Katie surmised the language was German, but the words seemed different, twisted somehow. She suspected what she was hearing was the German language from a thousand years ago - much changed in that time. Katie looked at her blankly.
"Sprechst du Deutch?"asked the woman
Katie shook her head. "Nein. Nein Deutsch.?'
"Loquor Latin?" the priestess asked.
"No. I... I read it, but I don't speak it." Katie said. "Sorry."
The woman crossed to Katie now, impatiently. She took Katie firmly by the shoulders and kissed her.
It was an unusual kiss, to say the least. First, the priestess wasn't quite 'real' her lips were cold, not quite solid. The priestess kissed her deeply, and forced her tongue between Kati's lips. Her tongue met the priestess's, almost involuntarily... and with that a clanging began inside her head. It was a cacophony really, a mix of yells in countless languages rattling around her brain and echoing around like Quasimodo with the church bells. It overwhelmed her and she grabbed her head in pain from the sounds. One by one, each echo died way and she opened her eyes to see the priestess waiting there, impatiently.
"I have given you the gift of tongues. Good joke, yeah?" the priestess said in a German accent, "The spell is passed from one tongue to the other."
"I can understand you now," said Katie.
"Yah, yah- you can understand almost anyone now, und now I can speak your language, that's what the gift of tongues does. We don't have much time though, so I had to hurry things along. First thing, du must let them go."
The priestess indicated the women standing outside the circle. They come because they are called, but you need only me. Send them back."
"Okay," said Katie, "Is there a spell?"
The priestess rolled her eyes.
"Yah," she said, "It goes... go away, back to where you came from."
"Really?" asked Katie.
"No," said the woman with German gruffness. "There is no spell, no singsong rhyme, just tell them. Not complicated."
"Sure," said Katie. "Thank you everyone, you can go now."
With a wisp of smoke, each of the statuesque figures disappeared and the corridor evaporated.
"Gut. Gut," said the woman. "Now, tell me - how long has it been?"
"Who are you?" asked Katie.
"Me... I'm Margarete. You must have found my buch."
"Wow!" said Katie, "Margarete. From Nordhausen?"
"Yah, yah. Nordhausen." Said Margarete.
"Are you... are you real?" asked Katie.
"Almost," said Margarete, "Just one more tink. The seed, do you have the seed from the mouth."
"I uh..." Katie hesitated.
"The samenerguss, the semen from the friend."
"Oh, yes." Said Katie, she dashed back to her bag and pulled out the glass vial.
"Goot." Said Margerete, grabbing it from Katie.
Margarete popped the top of the vial and raised the vial to her lips.
"Prost," she said, tipping it back into her mouth.
"Oh... no... you really shouldn't..." started Katie, but it was too late, Margerete had already knocked it back.
"Vott, dis bothers you? Why? How else do I come alive?" asked Margarete.
Indeed, she was coming alive - the bluish tint was fading, as was the transparent quality.
"It is the only thing," she said, "The man's seed it is full of life, yah. Tiny seeds, millions in there - it brinks me strength."
"Yes, that's true," said Katie, stunned. "So, are you here for good?"
"No, no." said Margarete. Just tonight - two, maybe three hours. Enough to teach you good things. Safe things so you can use die book. Now, tell me, how long hast it been since I was here last."
"Truthfully," said Katie, "A thousand years."
"Mein Gott, you must be joking," said Margaret.
"No, it is the year two-thousand and six."
"Christians, yah," said Margarete. "They... they fucked us over royally."
"I know," said Katie.
"The enchantments I put around the book to keep it safe, yah. The enchantments made it so it could not be found until the times were safe enough for to use it again."
"Well... things are a little more progressive these days," said Katie, "I mean, it's not like a lot of people will put up with witches even these days, but they also don't get burned at the stake."
"I'm freezing. It's colder than my tits out here." said Margarete, "Could we go somewhere. Eat. Talk. Drink, yah."
"Absolutely," said Katie, "So it's okay if you leave here?"
"Yah, yah. No problem," said Margarete. The potion circle only calls, it doesn't imprison."
Katie donned her dress again and pulled out a skirt and top she had in her bag for Margarete. She hadn't been certain what would happen, so had packed them just in case. They talked little on their way to the car, but picked up their conversation again as Katie began to drive. Margerete's eyes widened as she saw the car start up - but she absorbed it all quickly, wanting to talk about more important things and her time was limited.
"First things first," said Katie, "So are you hungry? Thirsty?"
"After a thousand years, what do you think?" said Margarete
"Where did things go wrong?" she asked. "How is it that you are the first to be allowed past the protections of the book."
Katie detailed as quickly as she could the history of pagan knowledge and its demise. She covered the witch trials around the world, everything as much as she could.
Margarete looked sadly out of the window and began to speak. Through her gift of tongues, she was speaking a bit more fluid English at times.
"Every time, it happens," she said, sadly. "Why do men, powerful men hate women so much? In Greece, the priestesses of Hera and Aphrodite were the greatest minds of their time. But as soon as the Kings felt threatened, as soon as the philosophers felt threatened... that was the end. Rome, same thing. In Germany, we were lucky - we were a tough country, slow to change. Our rites, our beliefs, they lasted a while. But then came Charlemagne."
"Charlemagne," said Margarete, almost spitting out the name. "782 the year of our lord. That's where it all began. There was a massacre at Verden, have you heard of it?"
"Vaguely," said Katie.
"It wasn't vague then. Five thousand people killed. Nearly nine-hundred were priestesses rounded up from all across Southern Germany and elsewhere. Do you know what it was? What started it? Not sacrifices, not pagan gods... it was us, the Priestesses."
"I ask you this, if you are a simple villager, who are you going to listen to? Are you going to listen to a celibate man who tells you the only reason you should lay with your wife is to make children? Or, will you listen to a priestess who counsels you on ways to please each other better? The Catholic priests, they tell the people to come to church for three hours, even during the busy harvest and pray to the Christian god for bounty. The Priestesses of Nerthus and Frea, they tell the people to wait until after the harvest. Then, have a bonfire and then go out and make love in the fields. The making love, it was a celebration... the ash from the bonfire enriched the soil for the next year. We didn't tell the people that part, but it was true. I could go on, but the truth is, they got rid of us because the priests couldn't compete. It happened in the South first, but it was on its way to us... so I hid in plain sight, in the Convent and there I wrote down all I knew.
They had arrived at the restaurant, Ludwig's Schnitzelhaus. Not the best food, but Katie figured she'd make Margarete as at home as possible.
They walked into the restaurant and Margarete again was taken aback by the technologies around her. The lights - torches with no flame. The televisions on the walls - paintings that moved.
"Such wonders. Such wonders, " she said, smiling.
The bar was certainly rocking - but the restaurant was nearly empty. Katie asked the waitress if the kitchen was still open, and was glad to hear it was. The two women found a secluded booth near the back. Two huge glasses of dark German beer were delivered and they ordered their food.
"So," said Margarete slyly. "You fucked a lot of men today, yeah?"
Katie blushed, and nodded.
"The ingredients, they were important... but beyond that, it was a test," said Margarete.
"A test for what?" asked Katie, "To see how horny I was? To check if I met the slut factor."
Margarete took a serious tone, looking Katie straight in the eyes. "The horny part, yes. If you want to do this, you need to be hungry... your body needs to be hungry. You proved that tonight. But this word, slut - don't ever use it. The man, he sleeps with seven women in a night - he is a legend. Mostly likely, he can't anyway, he can't keep it up. But the woman, she does this, people shouldn't think any differently. You are a priestess. Remember that. There is power within you, you take it and you use it with respect. Whether that means being celibate for six months or taking on a hundred men in a day, as long as you are in control that is all that matters.
"Alright," said Katie.
The food arrived. Piles of sausages, potatoes, and more beer. Both of them dug in with a vengeance. As they finished, Margarete urged Katie to pull out the book of spells, which Katie had printed up put in a binder. For the next hour, Margarete went through the book - pointing out the more important spells, cautioning Katie on when and how often to use them. At last they came to the final page of the book and closed it up. Margarete put her hand on Katie's shoulder.
"You'll do well," she said, smiling. "You are a good woman. Smart, energetic, and hungry. Hungrig is always good."
"Are you leaving?" asked Katie.
"Not quite yet, but your instruction is done," said Margarete. There are two more things I would like to do before I go. The first is to have some decent mead. This beer is fine, but it has no body."
"Oh, we could ask the waitress if..." started Katie.
"No need,' said Margarete.
She looked intently at the two fresh beers they had just been served. They were darker in color. Margarete placed one hand around each of the glasses and concentrated deeply. Moving her hand downward, Katie watched in amazement as the liquid inside turned to a lighter, more honey color.
"That was amazing," said Katie.
"Try it," said Margarete.
They each took a swig from their glass. The drink was very sweet and spicy somehow, with a strong honey overtone.
"That magic isn't in the book," said Margarete, "but you'll figure it out if you want to. Now chug."
The race was on, but it was no real competition. 11th century or present-day, a German still knew how to drink. Margarete polished off her mead in short order, but Katie was game. As she drained her mug and set it down, she turned to Margarete.
"You said there were to things you wanted to do, what was the second?" asked Katie.
"Coming along shortly," said Margarete.
Saying that, Margarete rubbed her palm in a circle on the table and then pounded her fist in the center. She looked at Katie with a whimsical expression on her face, and then raised her eyebrows - gesturing with her head beyond Katie's shoulder.
Katie turned around to see two young men standing there. One was tall and blonde, the other was of medium build with short black hair and an intense look."
"Excuse us ladies," said the tall one. "My name is Jake and this is Johann."
"Hallo," said the dark-haired one.
"I hope this isn't too forward," said Jake, "but we were sitting over in the bar and we were thinking - 'hey, there's two of us and two of you'.
"Oh you thought that, did you?" said Katie, smiling.
"Yeah," said Jake, "but I do have to warn you, Johann is visiting from Germany and his English isn't too good."
Katie and Margarete exchanged glances.
"The language barrier won't be a problem," said Katie.
On their way out, Margarete leaned over and whispered into Katie's ear.
Me, having waited a millennium, you with your newfound powers, I hope these boys survive the night.
Katie's hands grasped at the sheets in ecstasy as Jake pounded her mercilessly. He was incredibly fit and he hovered above her, only his long, somewhat slender cock touching her except at the end of each thrust.. Her body began to buck in climax and she tried to stay with him as increased his tempo even further. The waves of pleasure rolled through her and she saw his face through a haze. Finally, she felt him stiffen and she screamed in pleasure along with him. After his body convulsed a final time, he collapsed on top of her. The weight of his glistening body was a welcome comfort and she kissed his neck gently, basking in the lovely afterglow of their very athletic and lust-filled session.
He soon rolled off of her to lie at her side. The cries of passion coming from the next room over were clearly audible. Johann's words came in fits in spurts, but Margarete seemed to be giving an almost running dialogue. Even without Katie's newfound gift of tongues, she would have been able to translate the priestess's words of 'frick', 'ja', and "harter".
"Sounds like they're having fun," said Jake.
"I'd imagine Johann's world is getting seriously rocked," smiled Katie. Any coherent language coming from the other room soon changed to nothing but moans. Margarete climaxed first and then Johann's cries echoed his own surrender.
Katie wondered if Margarete had used the condom she had supplied her. That had been a rushed conversation when they'd arrived at Jake's place. Explaining the scourge of STD's, which hadn't appeared until about five-hundred years after Margarete's day, had been a challenge. Since Margarete was returning to places unknown, it seemed a silly point, but Katie had brought it up because a small part of her brain wondered about the possibility of spending eternity with that kind of suffering.
In very short order, Jake's bedroom door banged open and there stood Margarete. Still flushed from her recent session, there seemed to be more of a glow there - almost as if from a fire glowing within this ancient priestess.
'Now my turn with him," said Margarete, indicating Jake.
"What?" said Jake, stunned.
"Come, come. We do this out here, together," said Margarete.
"You are some wild women," said Jake as he climbed out of bed.
"We are not some wild women," said Margarete, "We are the wild women. We are the original wild women who men dream of and pray for. We are the women who haunt your dreams and fulfill your fantasies. The wolves howl our names and the thunder echoes our cries of passion across the mountaintops. Wild does not begin to describe what we can do with our bodies and the ancient knowledge we keep within. You remember that, young man."
"Oh, I will," said Jake, crossing past her into the living room. Johann was already seated on the couch and Jake joined him there.
"Come here," said Margarete, beckoning to Katie.
Katie came to her side. As she had earlier today, Margarete took Katie by the shoulders. This time, however, there was more passion in her eyes.
"I still have a few things to teach you before I go," said Margarete. "But don't worry, this is all for fun."
Margarete leaned in and kissed Katie, deeply. Margarete's hand trailed upward and caressed Katie's breast. This came as a surprise to Katie, but she gave into the moment and returned the kiss as well as she could - though she wasn't sure where it all was going.
Then Margarete broke off the kiss and whispered in her ear. "I gave you the gift of tongues, and now I give you the gift of sight. My sight - it will help you learn."
Margarete took Katie's face in her hands and raised her lips up to kiss Katie's eyes. First one eyelid, then other. Finally, she passed her hand over Katie's face and turned back to the young men on the couch.
"Now boys," said Margarete, "Prepare to feel lucky - what you are about to have few men have ever experienced.
For Katie, it was a curious sensation - as Margarete had passed her hand over her face, her vision had changed. It was now as though she was seeing through two sets of eyes - hers and Margarete's. It was highly disconcerting and she stumbled a bit.
"Ach, I forgot," said Margarete. Then she whispered into Katie's ear. "Use one eye or the other to make things clear. Come sit."
She led Katie to the couch to sit beside Johann. Katie sat down and closed her left eye, everything looked normal. Then she opened her left eye and closed her right. Everything shifted, and she now saw things through Margarete's eyes, who was standing and looking down on Jake. It wasn't just vision though, with only her left eye open she saw through Margarete's eyes, but she also felt what Margarete was feeling - she even knew what Margarete was knowing. She also felt her body retreat, she could still feel things in her own body but from a distance. She played with it a little more and realized she didn't have to close each eye, but rather it was a matter of switching focus.
"You two watch for now," said Margarete.
"I uh..." stammered Jake, "I'm sorry to say I'm going to need a few more minutes to recover."
He looked down at his flaccid penis helplessly. Katie could only imagine his emotions. The chance to have two women in an evening was winning the lotto for a guy, having a foursome and the other girl watching... that was the Big Game. To not be able to get it up... she felt for the guy.
"Nonsense," said Margarete. "Not a problem at all. Let me ask you, Jake and Johann - do you like magic? Magst du Magie?"
"Sure," said Jake.
"Ja," said Johann.
Katie switched back to her left eye and 'became' Margarete for lack of a better description.
Margarete looked down on Jake and took a deep breath, seeming to gather energy into her body. She reached up and caressed her own breasts sensually, stirring the magical passion within her own body. She knelt before Jake and smiled up at him.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"Okay," said Jake, unsure of what was going to happen.
Margarete breathed a couple of times, deeply. She took one final breath and then held her hand over Jake's limp cock. Then she breathed out, gently, and as she did so she waved her hand slowly over his cock. She started at his balls and moved up toward the tip. As she did this his cock sprang to life. Pulling her hand back, there was Jake's cock fully erect. Well, it wasn't 'quite' fully erect, it was more what Katie called 'porn star erect'. Watching porn, you could always tell when it was the guy's second shot of the day. Erect enough to push in with a little help, but not the flagpole of the day's first fuck. That was what Jake's cock was like.
"How did you do that?" asked Jake.
"I told you, we are the wild women. We know many, many things. But let me see..."
Margarete looked down at Jake's cock and reached out both hands. She caressed it almost clinically, then bent it a bit.
"It is a nice cock, yeah. But we could do better don't you think?" said Margarete.
With that, she gathered in her energy again, took a breath and then repeated the actions. Jake's shaft was now rock hard and standing stiffly up. Katie had concentrated very hard this time on what Margarete was doing. This was something to remember.
"Good, good, I like," said Margarete. She took his now stiff tool in her hand and pulled then released it. It whacked against Jake's belly then sprang back out, bouncing a little.
"Hmm..." said Margarete. "So wonderful, das glieder is a proud one. But still..."
She repeated the process once more. Jake's cock had gone from rock hard to titanium hard. Margarete tried the 'spring' test again and this time she was barely able to move it, let alone see it spring back.
"Oh my god," moaned Jake.
Katie couldn't imagine the divine pain Jake must be in. To be so hard, filled with so much blood - it must be a sweet agony.
"Good," said Margarete. "We begin."
Margarete then began her fellatio as Katie watched on with Johann. Occasionally, Katie would feel Johann's hand caressing her breast or brushing over her skin absentmindedly. However, so masterful was Margarete's display it was clear he was jus as absorbed as Katie, for different reasons.
Katie had always prided herself on her oral skills. Now, watching through Margarete's eyes, she considered herself a rank amateur.
Magic certainly helped. Katie could feel Margarete focusing some sort of energy toward Jake's pleasure centers. Beyond that, Margarete was using her magic for some sort of awareness... it was almost as though she could see into Jake's body. His muscles, his nerves, his veins - it wasn't like Margarete could see them, but she was intimately aware of his body.
Margarete was slow, methodical, and amazingly focused. Nothing existed outside of Jake as she gave him her full concentrated attention. She started with fellatio, using her hands, tongue and lips masterfully to bring him to the bring again and again. From there she wrapped her stunning breasts around his shaft and titfucked him lovingly. From there, she returned her mouth to his cock and worked him deeper and deeper into her throat. Obviously deepthroating wasn't a modern discovery, evidenced by the way Margarete throatfucked Jake with both expertise and dramatic abandon. Crying out with passion - she removed Jake from her throat and began the final stages of her ministrations. Using the crazy amounts of saliva dripping down Jake's cock, she began rubbing her hands in twisting motions working him into a higher and higher frenzy. Jake began to groan.
"Oh, come here, come here Katie - this is for you," said Margarete.
Katie knelt down beside Margarete and took Jake in her mouth. She soon felt his hot jism shooting into her mouth. She gulped joyfully, savoring the taste while continuing to work the tip of his cock until he shuddered to signal the end.
"Give me just a taste," said Margarete.
She leaned over and kissed Katie's upper lip, licking off a droplet still there.
"Mm, he tastes good, Ja?" said Margarete.
"Yah," said Katie, laughing.
Margarete looked down at Jake's soft-again cock.
"Such a nice one," she said, "I had it in my mouth, now I want it inside."
She reached down and performed the motions again, quickly this time - bringing Jake to full hardness within seconds.
"Now, where ist one of those skin things?" said Margarete, "Ah, there."
Margarete found a condom on the table, opened it, and rolled it lovingly down Jake's rigid length.
"There we are," said Margarete, "Now I can feel you inside."
Katie switched to her right eye so she could watch the gorgeous vision of the magnificent priestess straddling Jake on the couch - pressing his cock to her vulva and then sliding down with a satisfied moan. Katie couldn't help but switch eyes and almost gasped from the overwhelming sensation of suddenly feeling a man inside of her. She switched back.
"You rest, liebchen," said Margarete to Jake, "We wait here und watch them. Your turn Katie."
For the first time, Katie took a good look at Johann's equipment, which had worked up to about half-mast due to what he'd just witnessed. If half-mast was any indication, Katie had her work cut out for her. He was already as long as Jake. Katie felt a presence within her and realized Margarete was now watching things through her eyes. Rather than feel intruded on, Katie took comfort in the fact that her newfound mentor would be there with her to guide her along.
Kneeling before Johann, Katie began Gathering in her breath and her energy. Finally ready, she exhaled as she caressed the air above Johann's cock. It sprung fully to life and Katie felt a little relief that it wasn't as big as she'd thought it might be. For Katie, there was big, and there was TOO big. It appeared Johann's was going to be right on the border of those two. She repeated the process twice more and looked down proudly on her handiwork. Johann's cock was stiff and proud - longer and thicker than Jake's. Katie felt her hunger growing, beginning to overpower her.
With the techniques she had seen through Margarete's eyes and with her newfound powers, she felt she acquitted herself fairly well. As she sensed Johann growing close, she looked up to Margarete.
"Do you want this one?" Katie asked.
"No," said Margarete, "This is for you, too."
Katie worked Johann into his final frenzy. One hand around the base of his shaft, the other caressing his chest, she drank him in. As she had with Jake, she noticed something with each burst, there was an odd feeling as if energy was coursing into her as he came.
Johann smiled down at her. "Wunderbar," he said simply.
She let him recover, briefly. Then she passed her hand over his cock and pushed his blood into it with her magic. She loved the feeling of power that gave her.
Johann donned his own protection and Katie climbed gracefully atop him. As he slid further and further into her, Katie's thoughts of Johann's size were confirmed. He bottomed out, pushing inside her. It was just enough to create pressure - but not enough to quite hurt.
Now the two women were astride their men side by side on the couch. Margarete nodded to Katie and they began their next ardent ride. Their movement was almost in unison, at first. It was a slow, somehow tribal dance of passion and Margarete was obviously the leader. Katie's left hand was on the back of the couch and Margarete's right reached over to grasp hers. The ycaught eyes and smiled at each other as they slid piston-like up and down the unyielding playthings they'd created with their magic. Katie concentrated on moving her hips as she rode Johann, trying to find the best way to please him.
"Wait. Wait," said Margarete, stopping the motion. She looked to Katie.
"Sometimes," she said, "Only sometimes, the selfish lover is the best lover."
Katie looked at her, perplexed. She tried to process what Margarete was saying and then it became clear. Margarete was asking her to surrender herself to her natural instincts, to not think about what she was doing, but just to do it.
They started in again. This time Katie was 'selfish'. She abandoned any thought of pleasing Johann and strove only for the pleasure she was feeling. She gave into the sensations within her and suddenly she felt her conscious mind, her civilized mind, slip away.
Gone was Katie the PhD candidate, gone was the woman living in 2006, gone was anything closely related to thought and all that was left was lust and hunger. Now she was moving her hips for her pleasure, and as she sensed Johann, she knew that the natural thing, the instinctive thing was what would bring him the most pleasure.
"That's the girl," said Margarete, "Now you know."
More intense, faster, the rhythm increased and Katie felt the beginnings of climax within her. She dizzily rode Johann's cock - rising up its delicious length before slamming down again. She felt Johann's breathing quicken and she increased the tempo some more. Johann, moaned out, "Ja, ja, ja" and pounded her violently.
They took a quick breather. Returning to motion, Johann's pace slowed but his force increased. He pulled nearly all the way out of Katie and then hesitated. Suddenly - SLAM.
"Ohhh!" said Katie, looking down at him, smiling.
Out again, and then SLAM!'
"Son of a bitch," moaned Katie.
SLAM!
"Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod."
SLAM!
"Fuck. Me." Moaned Katie.
Faster now. SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
Katie was yelping out helpless cries as Johann crashed into her. She was physically been lifted off the couch with every thrust. Her climax began. It wasn't a solitary moment of ecstasy that could be defined, rather it was like a crescendo of thunder that rolled around a deep canyon. This sent Johann over the edge and the two of them finished with a violence and intensity that was spellbinding.
When Katie recovered enough for some sort of awareness, she heard Margarete's groans.
In contrast to her explosive session with Johann, Margarete had gone the slower more intense route. As Johann kissed Katie's breasts tenderly, Katie switched her focus to Margarete's vision.
"Yessss," hissed out Margarete. "Yessss. Yesss."
Margarete's thighs were quivering from her own extended orgasm, but she was not stopping. She ground her hips into Jake with hypnotic control, never varying an iota from the tempo she kept which seemed tied into the rhythm of her heart, of her being. The shudders increased and she cried out - "Leben!"
"Life," Margarete called out now in English. "Life. This is life. Life. Life. Life."
Had Katie not been in Margarete's head, she would have found the words odd. But being within the priestess's consciousness, it all made sense. For a priestess of the earth, of fertility, there was nothing more life-affirming than sex. A child being born signified life, planting a field in spring signified life, the harvest in fall signified life - but those were different kinds of joy. Sex was the most fundamental act of beauty and life. Seeing the world through Margarete's eyes, Katie saw the beauty of the moment, the worship of the life-creating act.
Katie felt tears dripping down her face and realized she had reverted back to her own body, overwhelmed by the Margarete's emotions.
She looked over at Margarete and saw her slide off of Jake and collapse onto his chest, hugging him tenderly. Jake returned the tenderness and held her, then lifted his hand to brush away the tears.
Margarete laughed, embarrassed. "I'm sorry," she said, "This was so much fun - and look at me."
"It still is fun," said Jake. "What's next?"
"Oh you are a sweet young man," said Margarete, patting his cheek lovingly. "Next I will not be so emotional. Now come boys, it is time for one more treat. Katie, you watch this."
Margarete removed Jake's condom and brought him again to ramrod stiffness. Then, through Margarete's eyes, Katie saw the priestess perform a stunning bit of magic. She placed her hand on Jake's pelvis, and somehow reached inside of him with her powers. Katie saw Margarete push forth the distinct image of a padlock on an ancient wooden chest. The padlock was open, but then it clicked shut.
Margarete took Jake's face in her hands.
"I have locked you," she said affectionately, "You cannot spill forth until I give you permission."
Margarete looked over to Katie and they exchanged a silent nod. Katie knew she was supposed to repeat the process with Johann.
The 'reinflation' process was easy, but the lock proved a bit problematic. Katie tried several times to reach in with her energy. Finally, she tried another image, that of a key in a regular doorknob. That proved to work. In broken German, she said - "Sie wird dann gesperrt, bis ich gebe Ihnen die Erlaubnis" - which she hoped to mean, 'you will be locked until I give you permission. It was horrible German, she knew, but Johann seemed to understand. She slipped a condom on Johann, ready for the next round.
Margarete slid down from the couch kneeled on all fours, smiling up at Katie. Katie followed suit and took her place on the floor facing Margarete.
Johann and Jake came down and took their places behind the women. Katie thrilled at the feel of Johann's kisses on her ass and up to her back. She thrilled even more at the feel of his steel-like rod placed up against her ass. It was all the more erotic, seeing Margarete there in front of her with Jake kneeling behind her. As one, the two women reached between their legs to guide the men in. Katie's body shuddered as Johann filled her once again. The thrusts began, slowly.
Margarete whispered to her.
"Do you know what's good?" she asked.
"What?" replied Katie.
"See through both eyes," whispered Margarete, "this is something you'll never have known before."
Katie did as Margarete suggested, and the sensory overload startled her.
"Oh!" exclaimed Katie.
"Ist alright?" asked Johann, "Not too much?"
"What. No. No," said Katie, switching back to her own 'channel'. "You're fine, sweetie. Keep going."
Johann started in again, and Katie allowed herself to see through both eyes - bracing herself this time.
There was nothing, nothing at all to compare to this feeling. Katie had fucked guys while watching porn before, and that had been hot. This was that times one hundred. She was fucking and being fucked by two guys at once. She was watching Margarete get pounded while also seeing her own face and body being shaken by tremors going through her body from Johann.
The next interlude of nearly a solid hour was entirely a blur as Katie submitted to the hyper-extreme reality of this double vision. She had 'multiple' orgasms, truly multiple as both she and Margarete came at the same time more than once. She was pretty certain Johann and Jake switched around more than once, but it was hard to tell since she was feeling both at once.
There had to been at least one switch, though because when she came back - returning to seeing things only through her eyes - it was Jake who was grinding away inside of her. She was laying flat on the carpet and he was covering her, his body glistening with sweat, his cock deep within her. She came for the umpteenth time, screaming in ecstasy and Jake rolled off of her.
Katie turned her head to see Margarete in a similar predicament. Beyond her, Johann lay on his back gasping for breath.
Margarete reached over to caress Katie's face tenderly.
"I told you," she said, "Nothing like it."
"No, there isn't," said Katie, grinning. "Were you there, too? Seeing both?"
"Of course, it is a way of closeness between priestesses. I have done it many times." Margarete's face clouded. "We must talk, come with me."
She and Katie stood up, not worrying about the boys. Their cocks were still ramrod stiff, but their bodies needed a few minutes to recover. The two women went into the bathroom and closed the door.
"I must leave soon," said Margarete.
"I was afraid of that," said Katie, "Thank you for everything you've given me."
"Thank you," said Margarete, "You have revived my life's work - all of our life's work. You are bringing the goodness of our magic back to the world, the love and care of Nerthus. That is a great responsibility and I think you are up to the task."
The two women hugged tenderly.
"Now," said Margarete, "I need to ask you a favor.
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