Gaia'nira

Consciousness returned slowly; it was like waking from an exceedingly long sleep.

What had roused me?

After a while–a minute, an hour, a day–I began to remember.

They’d come to the woods hunting, looking for someone to blame. Unprepared, they’d cornered me.

The 1600s hadn’t been an ideal time to display unusual abilities. The locals had taken against me, sought me out.

‘Witch!’ They’d accused.

Witch burning had been illegal in New England, but that hadn’t stopped them.

And yes, that was one of the things I’d been called. My kind had been named many things over the millennia, including Mageia, Sorceress, Faerie and Nymph. Sometimes, even Sprite, though we all knew that Sprites were fickle and untrustworthy creatures–not to be trifled with unless you were actively seeking trouble, and I’d always refused to have anything to do with them.

Someone had walked across the ground where they’d buried me–that’s what had woken me from my slumber!

I slowly and gradually scrabbled and crawled my way up to the surface and finally emerged from the dark earth. Greedily, I inhaled fresh air for the first time in generations.

Despite what they’d done to me here, I liked these woods. They reminded me of home, of the mountainous forests of Northern Greece, where I was born nearly four millennia ago.

I estimated I’d been lying under the rich forest floor for over three hundred years, lain immersed in the soil, cocooned in the dank, rotting loam; the earth that embraced me, nurtured me. And ever so slowly healed me.

But I realised I had awakened too soon. My regeneration was incomplete. I was still emaciated, skeletal and unready to face the world.

Not a pretty sight.

I realised I needed help.

The magic wasn’t difficult, even in my state, and I sent the call as soon as I could.

Now all I had to do was wait.

ooOoo

I heard the leaves rustling and smiled.

“We thought you were gone.”

Ah, it was good to hear her voice!

“I was. They burned me, buried me in the ground and left me to rot.”

I turned, and there she was: Aurathióna, one of my dear clan sisters.

“They buried you, a sorceress–a nymph of the earth mother, in the soil and thought that would destroy you? What were they thinking?”

She looked more closely at me. “They got close, didn’t they?”

“Hmm.”

“How did they catch you?”

“I got careless.”

She nodded in understanding. “Happens to us all. What brought you back?”

“A man. Passing over my resting place.”

“Ah, I see. Who was he?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know yet, but whoever he was, his footsteps woke me. Whether he knows it or not, his blood bears ancient magic, or he could not have roused me.” I pursed my lips. “I’d like to find him.”

“Not looking like that, you don’t, my dear.”

I acknowledged her words with a dry smile. “No. About that…”

Aurathióna chuckled. “Of course. That’s why you called me, Sister.”

ooOoo

It didn’t take her long. Aurathióna was a powerful sorceress–a storm Goddess able to bend the very air surrounding us to her will. When her enchantments were complete, she appraised me critically.

“Oh, that’s better!” She stepped toward me. “Hmm–a redhead this time. It suits you.”

“Thank you. Now, are you going to tell me what’s happened to Emberae and Neralythia?”

I watched as a painful sadness appeared on Aurathióna’s face. “I’m sorry, Gaia'nira. They are both gone. Emberae–we argued a few centuries ago, and I heard later that she’d perished in a firestorm in one of the human wars. Neralythia, also, is gone. Like you, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Until I heard your call, I thought I was the only one that remained. It’s been so very lonely…” She eyed me speculatively.  “I know you will need to grieve, but you know what we need now, don’t you?”

My breath caught at her words.

Oh, yes–it had been so long–nearly four hundred years. And she was right–there would be time to mourn later…

ooOoo

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ooOoo

Aurathióna kissed me fiercely on the mouth, her hands violently ripping our garments to shreds.

She was like a fury–a fiery whirlwind unleashed.

My breathing quickened, and I cried out at her touch. Her hands quickly moved to my breasts, pinching my nipples hard, making me gasp. Aurathióna’s teeth replaced her fingers, and I whimpered as she bit, and the warmth of her mouth made my entire body quiver.

A vortex lifted us, gently rotating us with its force, and when I opened my eyes again, we were lying on the ground in a tangled sixty-nine of resplendent, radiant flesh, Aurathióna’s thighs invitingly before me.

Cupping her buttocks in my hands, I thrust my tongue hungrily into her alluring flesh. Her legs opened as she felt my breath on her mound, and she moaned as I tasted her wetness, teased her clit from its hood…

Ohhh…!

Aurathióna was like a tempest, matching my every move with one of her own. Another gasp of pleasure escaped me as Aurathióna’s own tongue slithered between my buttocks, danced around my secret entrance, licking and probing. Her magical tongue reminding me of carnality not experienced for so very long.

I moaned loudly as her duplicitous fingers delved into my dripping snatch, taking me up to a whole new level of lasciviousness.

I groaned as Aurathióna’s tongue thrust deeply into my earthy rear entrance, her fingers playing with me mercilessly, teasing my clit, bringing me closer to a climax with every stroke. I spread my legs wide and thrust my sopping cunt forward, desperately seeking an overdue release.

My breathing accelerated, and I whimpered as I tipped over the edge. I sobbed as I finally unravelled and started to cum. My muscles spasmed, and orgasm followed orgasm…

Oh, sweet Aphrodite! Never had I unleashed so wantonly!

But I wanted to return the favour…

I’d always admired Aurathióna's strong thighs and sweet cunt. Once more, I kissed her quim lips, savouring her taste, her aroma, and the stickiness that betrayed her wild arousal. Mischievously, I now started doing to her what she had done to me.

I parted her buttocks and worked my earthen sorcery on Aurathióna's charming little starfish. She moaned and whimpered as I massaged her sticky ring with my devious tongue, my fingers circling her clit until, with little warning, she climaxed, flooding my mouth, squealing in delight as she came hard. I thrust my tongue into her backside, fucking her with my mouth, enjoying the incredible intimacy between us that I’d missed whilst I lay dormant in the ground.

For what seemed like a very long time, we lay there together, cuddling and stroking each other’s skin with tender fingers.

Eventually, I stirred from our doldrums to kiss Aurathióna. I could taste myself on her lips, and I grinned at our delightful reunion.

ooOoo

“We could bring them back–or one of them, anyway?”

Aurathióna raised her head to the sky and breathed deeply as I considered her words. Then, raising her arms, she slowly twirled.

“You found a good place, Gaia'nira. You can feel the magic here.”

“Yes. It’s a coalescence of energy. Many spirit lines cross at this spot.” I paused. “Others have sensed it, too. When I first arrived, five hundred years ago, the Abenaki regarded this spot as sacred.”

“I’m not surprised.” She continued twirling, inhaling, perceiving, feeling. “I suspect they weren’t the only ones…?”

“No. The Norse have been here; there are definite signs.”

“I thought I detected the aura of that lecherous rascal, Odin!”

I raised my eyes. “Do you really think we could bring one of them back?”

She sighed. “You know what I mean.”

I nodded, understanding.

“It will take considerable energy–and formidable magic.” She eyed me speculatively. “Plus a strong catalyst. Tell me about this man who raised you from the earth. Does he have what we need?”

ooOoo

Ajax

Bathed in sweat, I woke with a start, my breathing laboured, my queue rock solid with a craving, a lust, I couldn’t explain.

Christ, I thought wildly. That’s the third time this week!

The dreams were the strangest, most incredibly unsettling and sensual I’d ever experienced, with a plethora of unbelievably erotic images assaulting my head, all revolving around the same scene, the same vivacious, mesmerising woman…

I was walking slowly through the dense forest, dappled sunlight casting shadows, creating unearthly visions–and she was there, this captivating woman; a force of nature standing alone in a small clearing, feet bare on the earth. She was utterly spellbinding, this creature–enticing, with long, bountiful hair the colour of fire framing her porcelain features…

Witch!

The word came unbidden into my mind.

Come to me! Her image was saying. So seductive, alluring, compelling…

What the hell was happening to me?

The images came from the same woods I’d been backpacking in only two weeks before.

How I knew, I did not know. But I was absolutely certain it was the same area of the North Woods across the border in Maine that I’d hiked through.

You must return!

What?

You have to go back!

I shook my head. I couldn’t go back. I had plans this weekend. I was taking Hélène to a concert. The Orchestre symphonique de Montréal were performing at Maison Symphonique, and I’d managed to secure tickets. Hélène had been ecstatic when I’d told her.

Besides, I’d used up all my vacation time.

Meet me in the woods…

Her voice was hypnotic, captivating, relentlessly permeating my mind.

I tried to fight it, but every time I attempted to resist, I was struck with a blinding headache that all but incapacitated me.

There wasn’t any choice. I had to go.

Hélène wasn’t thrilled when I called to cancel.

“What do you mean, you have to go back? What’s so fucking important about those trees? You were just there!”

She didn’t comprehend that I just had to return. It was imperative that I find the woman with the red hair. Didn’t she understand?

No, she didn’t.

I sighed. I’d really liked Hélène.

ooOoo

I parked my truck in the same place as last time, next to the trailhead. I wasn’t sure how long it would take me to reach my destination–mostly because I had no idea where I was going.

As I hiked, my senses were on maximum alert. I could hear the chirruping of the birds, the buzz of the insects–even the scampering of small animals as they detected my presence and skedaddled.

Later–much later–I came to a halt and frowned. I realised I’d lost track of time. Somehow, I’d left my map and compass in the truck, and when I checked, I realised I wasn’t wearing my watch, either. I was disoriented, which was disturbing, yet I was still moving with purpose.

Something wasn’t right. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck as I suddenly realised what was troubling me.

It was almost as if the wind were whispering to me, guiding me… and there was a bizarre, irresistible quality to it–almost beguiling as it inveigled its way into my consciousness…

Still ill at ease, but unable to turn back, I continued.

Soon after, in front of me appeared a wooded glade with a small stream gurgling at its edge. But as I looked, I realised that the stream flowed perpetually around the circumference of the glade in a circle–like something out of an Escher drawing.

It shouldn’t do that–there was magic at work here.

Well, yes, I already knew that.

Knew that because of my own history, because of what my mother had taught me when I was a boy.

‘You have the blood, Ajax,’ she would tell me. ‘Our ancestors were druids in the ancient forest of Broceliande, in Armorica–now Brittany, where I grew up. Magic runs strong in our veins, but beware, because you will be persecuted for it. You must hide your talent until the time is right.’

Of course, I’d asked when that would be, but she’d just smiled and told me I would know.

Well, Maman, I whispered to myself, perhaps the time is here…

Warily, I stepped over the narrow stream, and instantly the scene evolved, twilight now inexplicably enveloping the glade where previously the sun had shone.

The ground was earthen, and candles burnt brightly around the perimeter of the clearing. It should have been cold and damp, but it wasn’t. It was, instead, almost cosy.

Standing in the centre, tall and willowy, was the woman who had been haunting my dreams.

She was exquisite.

“What’s wrong, Ajax?”

She knew who I was!

And then, as if in response to my thought, her own name popped into my mind.

Gaia'nira

Oh my, I thought, she was named for the Earth Mother!

“I was looking for a pentangle.” I tried to sound flippant, but the words came out as a croak.

“Oh,” she laughed. “Well, you won’t see it, I’m afraid.”

“There’s no pentangle?

“It’s all around us,” she said mischievously.

Right. Of course. A witch with a sense of humour. Bugger.

“Thank you for coming.”

“I didn’t seem to have much choice.”

She chortled. It was an appealing sound that both soothed and relaxed me.

“I’m sorry about that.”

I cleared my throat. “So, why am I here?”

“Ah, always the questions! You know why you’re here, Ajax; because of what you carry in your blood, just like your mother told you. You have an ancient magic flowing through your veins.” She paused thoughtfully for a moment. “As do I. And together…”  

I swallowed, knowing suddenly what she meant. I’d witnessed it in the visions. Seen us together. We’d been incredibly intimate. As I played back in my mind what we’d done, I found myself blushing.

She held out a hand. “Won’t you join me?”

“You’re not going to turn me into a frog, then?”

“Oh, how droll!” she giggled delightedly. “That wasn’t actually my plan.”

“No?”

“No.”

“What then?”

“You saw it.”

I swallowed again. Yes, I’d seen it.

“You’re nervous,” she stated. “Which, in the circumstances, is understandable. So, perhaps we should share a drink first, yes?”

“Do I have a choice?”

She reflected. “I brought you here, Ajax. But from here on, it’s up to you, I promise. Your decision.”

Uh, huh…

“And then what?”

“Then we will see.”

She proffered a goblet of liquid. I considered my options.

In for a penny…

“Okay,” I agreed, accepting the chalice.

ooOoo

And so the essence and the vitality of the Earth combined, their power multiplying–perhaps even amplifying exponentially to create something extraordinary–something the world had not seen for thousands of years…

ooOoo

It began slowly, the infusion acting as both relaxant and stimulant. It was like watching a movie on playback.

Without embarrassment, Gaia'nira disrobed, casting aside her simple clothes, proudly displaying her sensual body for me. She was just how I had envisioned in my dreams, only so much more! Her body was nubile, knowing, and full of secrets demanding to be discovered. 

She undressed me slowly, her fingers caressing my skin, her hot breath raising goosebumps.

This nymph–this witch–had already seduced my mind. But we were no longer in a dream. Now, my own carnal instincts took over, seducing her body in return. Pulling her roughly to the ground, my hungry lips teased and kissed, my tongue licked and probed, my fingers toyed.

She, too, was eager–and she was ready for me. Her rapacious cunt, wet and swollen, drew me in, welcoming my hardness.

I had never felt like this before! Inexplicably, I was overwhelmed with a passion I’d never experienced. She gasped in delight as I impaled her raging furnace, my iron rod embracing her extraordinary heat.

Almost embarrassingly, it didn’t take long. Her muscles contracted around me, her sodden snatch drowning me in her warm juices, and with a monstrous groan, I exploded, filling her womb with my potent seed. 

As I pulsed deep inside her, she came powerfully with a triumphant scream, her nails raking down my chest, drawing blood with a supernatural strength that shocked me.

Her sudden display of exultation was startling. Somehow, I recognised that the seed I had implanted into her was having a momentous, earth-shattering consequence. I could feel her greedily–almost ecstatically–nurturing the life-force of my essence in her body.

Drained, I felt my consciousness start to fade. What had we done? Unable to resist, she had captured me so completely, and I had been powerless to deny or to fight her.

I smiled ruefully to myself. Had I made a mistake coming here? Too late now… I was feeling very peaceful–so incredibly sleepy…

I wonder why she chose me?

My last thought as I drifted off.

I didn’t realise how my own potential was already being realised; that my seed was working its magic in a way I couldn’t comprehend. Nor that my power could, perhaps, exceed even hers…

ooOoo

“Well?”

“It worked,” I said simply.

“You’ve conceived?”

“Yes.” I touched my belly. “They’re safely in here, now. They will be unique.”

“They?”

“Yes. Twins. Two Sisters to restore the balance.”

“Amazing,” breathed Aurathióna. “Such formidable power for one so young.” She turned to me. “What will you call them?”

“Kymaraene,” I whispered. “And Pyraelle.”

“What about him?”

I regarded Ajax, sleeping serenely on the ground, exhausted and completely drained of all his energy, and considered.

“He has so much raw power.”

“But untrained–perhaps dangerous.”

Hmm, I pondered.

“I haven’t yet decided…”