Chapter 19

• He stands in front of me and smiles. You should speak freely with me from now on he tells me. I try to ask him in my best professional voice, what the rituals we are to perform will be, but I sound like a virgin girl nervous about what liberties her courting swain might want to take. He says that I don't need to know of ritual and magic, just that I do whatever seems right and instinctive to me. "The divine will be you and channel through you soon enough," he tells me. Hiss tone rHisures me and stills my fears, even though I don't understand what he is telling me. I just know it will be alright anyway. I trust him completely, even if he leads me to certain death. He takes me by the hand, my heart is racing. Don't be silly I tell myself, you are a seasoned professional, a veteran warrior in the games of love, and he has only touched your hand so far today. He pushes at a stone on the far wall and I feel the stones move on the walls and floors. By mechanical and magical means way beyond my comprehension, we are shifted through the wall and into the next room.
• The next room is hot. There is a large fire well stoked and a large collection of assorted animal skins near it. There is a table nearby laden with jugs and jars and bowls of fruit. It is enclosed and the only light comes from the flickering fire. The walls are covered in tapestries of ancient runes and regal hieroglyphs. The floor is polished stone. The air is heavy with incense. It is the most mystical and impressive room I have ever seen. When my attention flicks back to my master I see he is naked and his whole body is covered in mystic symbols and esoteric designs. He gestures a mere flick of his hand and I find myself letting go of my red cloth. It falls to the ground silently and I am amazed to see that I too am painted from head to foot in swirls and loops of arcane tracery and magik imagery.
• He is already erect. I eye that magnificent evidence of his domination over me and I realize that it is surely not going to be long before he possesses me. I half close my eyes and a moan escapes my lips as I perceive him walking towards me and entwining a strong arm around my hips and another through my hair and my neck as he pulls me towards his lips and manhood. I moan again. Then I stop. Nothing has happened. My master is still a half step away, appraising me with his merry deep green eyes. "Shall we eat?" he says and I feel the warmth, the humor, the humanity, and the patient experience of a man in control of himself and with natural authority over others in his simple direct question. It is a simple, direct, and physical question; yet a spiritual one too. My nipples pucker, I can feel the blood flowing to them. My chest heaves, my cunt turns to liquid again. I want to eat food with this man but more than that I ache for him to have sex with me, to possess me, to fuck me, to use me any way he wants to.