Mistress told me to reflect on what I saw and write it down.

Then I’m to read it to myself before bed for the next month.

Then I am to burn it.

The witch’s life wasn’t as glamorous as I had thought it would be. I was taught no spells. Instead, I learned lots about warts, boils, and infections. And plants. And cleaning. So much cleaning, especially when we visit the infirmed and forgotten.

There were some interesting lessons along the way. Like how to combine the potions we use to whiten the laundry with the herbs we use for medicine to make some mischievous things for those who need it. But the less written about that, the better. There are those who think such knowledge wicked.

I turned twenty-three on the last full moon. In the four years I had been her apprentice, Mistress had been what I could best describe as… business-like with me. I was given chores. She shared wisdom and ancient secrets. But mostly, I spent my time toiling and taking on the burdens others could no longer shoulder. I have almost no time to myself. I am worked to the bone. Not that I would hold that against my Mistress, for I see her work twice as hard.

I always found her strikingly beautiful. Her face is harsh and knowing. Her body, taut and muscled from her constant laboring. As a young maiden, I watched her visit our town with admitted lust in my heart. I was thrilled on the day of selection when Mistress placed her hand on my head. She had chosen me! Oh, how gratifying her touch had felt as she stroked my cheek and looked in my eyes. It was the first and last time I had ever felt… intimate with her.

Until last night.

I was tired, having been cleaning the infected flesh of a farmer who was far too stupid for not having come to see us sooner. Grizzly business. Maggots may clean a wound, but they still turn my stomach. Mistress says that one day, that will pass.

I was woken from my exhausted slumber even before the sun had set. Mistress ran her fingers through my hair, told me I had made her proud. That I had shown myself dedicated and clever. And selfless. And kind. And she looked in my eyes. And kissed my cheek. The delicious tingle of her praise felt like it danced underneath my skin.

Then, she took me by the hand. And told me of something… downright witchy. Something about conduits and balance. She spoke of a ritual. Then she began lecturing about the alignment of the stars and how they move and why something that doesn’t happen much was happening tonight. She said it was a witch’s duty to maintain the pact between the elements and the people with an offering. I asked what we would offer, and she told me I would see.

Mistress also declared she would keep me on as her apprentice. Which, after four fucking years, I didn’t know was in any doubt. Still, I drank in her compliments like they were a fine wine. She told me tonight that I was to observe. And in the days to come, we’ll discuss what I saw.

So, I’ll try to explain what happened. I know there were magics older than time in play. Even now, I don’t know if I can trust what my eyes beheld. It was hard to tell what was real and what was part of a sacred vision. Mistress promised she would help me, but understanding will take time.

It was dark by the time we reached a deep, grassy basin. A place I must have passed hundreds of times while foraging for medicines, yet somehow never found on my own. Mistress kissed me on my head and told me, no matter what, I was to stay seated until it was over. The witch stripped off her modest work clothes. She was tired and dirty from a hard day’s work. Still, I found myself blushing. She didn’t mind that my eyes roamed her body. In fact, she seemed to take her time, allowing me to take in her enchanting curves. There was an unfamiliar grin on her face.

She walked to a slab of rock at the bottom of the basin. There was a sort of phallic jut at the exact center of this sacred place. It was hard to tell from that far away, but it seemed smooth. Maybe marble? Mistress knelt, running her hand over it and looking up at me with a radiant smile.

This is what I believe happened.

Earth went first. I watched from the top of the hillside. It’s the only one I felt from that far away. The only one I could enjoy in the same sensual way as Mistress had. I liked Earth.

The world seemed unnaturally still. I couldn’t hear any of the grasshoppers’ songs or the owls’ calling. It’s like the world was holding its breath. Mistress knelt, straddling the marble cock. Then, with a contented sigh, she mounted Earth. Easing herself down and gasping at the girth between her strong thighs.

Sitting on the hill, I felt it. A bit of the tremble from the land that ran up my nethers. Oh, it was like a cat’s purr. Earth was welcoming her, and Mistress whispered something back. Then with a loud cry, she pushed her hips flush with the ground, accepting all of Earth within her.

Then, the ritual began in earnest.

Earth always began because it is stubborn and could endlessly argue with the others. At least, Earth thought he was first. One of Mistress’ first lessons was about Water. It’s inside all of us, giving life. Water was sneaky, for Earth didn’t even know it was there. Her damp cunt shone in the moonlight as she bounced herself up and down, panting in carnal satisfaction.

Once she had a feel for it, Mistress stopped. Then, we waited. Not long. The anticipation made me realize my own tantric desires were rising to an unbearable level.

And the next tremor was a pleasurable rumble that sent a strong vibration rippling into my cunt, and I found myself squealing from the sensation. It ended abruptly, and Mistress had a peculiar look on her face. I didn’t understand it at first. Desperation. Longing. What was she waiting for?

Again, the Earth shook. Identical in sensation and length to the last. And she smiled. The first rumble set the intensity, the second the pace. And I learned Earth was more comforting than the others. Steady. Like a heartbeat. Sending loving, steadfast kisses upward and into our bodies.

It felt so good. Yet I was an entire hill away, and I didn’t have Earth deep inside me! What must’ve it feel like for Mistress?!

Earth had laid its claim to the cunt. He would not let go. Beginning to end. That rumble, rumble, rumble… Mmm, it was nice.

As she rode Earth, Wind joined my Mistress and began caressing her body. Her messy hair danced and swirled in the breeze. Wind was greedy, touching and teasing her absolutely everywhere. My Mistress giggled as the light wisps brushed over her breasts, causing her nipples to harden and swell. I’ll admit, I had started playing with myself. Seeing her pleasured by Earth and Wind, wishing I were the one subjected to attentions, I rubbed my fingertip into my clit, letting my own moans mingle with hers.

And at this point, I thought Wind must be a gentle lover. Oh, how wrong I was. There was a crack that echoed in the air. Something between a whip and thunder. Mistress’ scream ripped through the serene calm. Wind had a vicious streak. It could be oh so gentle, but that was simply foreplay.

Wind enjoyed being cruel.

It pulled Mistress by the hair, flogged her from all sides. From my distant vantage, I could make out the red lashes and raised welts appearing over her body. Like the kind I got as a child when my parents punished me with a switch. I didn’t understand at first. I thought she was in danger. That my Mistress was being lashed to death in front of my eyes. But her screams weren’t just of pain. Moans and grunts joined the thunder that echoed through the sacred land.

The air began to die down. And the soft, loving, whispering touches returned. Mistress was sobbing and shaking. And from her lips, she whispered thanks to Wind. And Wind howled and rewarded her gratitude with another lash across her breasts.

Wind was different than Earth. Steady, loving Earth that comforted and rumbled, rumbled, rumbled.

Wind had no rhythm, no pattern. It struck when her defenses were lowest, anytime she wasn’t braced for the pain. It knew when and where she was weak, and it punished her. And that’s when I realized Wind was introducing itself to me as well. It coldly prickled my skin, and goosebumps covered my flesh. It whispered to me. I didn’t understand its words, but I knew its meaning. It was hungry, eager for the day that I, too, would submit.

Water had been with her all along. The wetness of her cunt, the sweat coating her body, the spit that flew from her mouth when Wind thrashed her back. Water was a constant companion to Mistress. And I realized as I felt my trickling sex run down my thigh, it was with me as well. But now, Water chose to make itself known to the others.

The skies above opened, and Water, so very eager, emptied itself upon my Mistress. She looked to the sky and opened her mouth to receive its gift. The rains fell in warm sheets, spraying themselves over her face and filling her maw. She drank down every drop offered to her. Water pumped itself over her body, running down her tender nipples and through her hairy cunt. It poured itself into every crack and dripped from my moaning Mistress.

Water became playful. It heated and steamed off from her flesh. Mistress tittered like a maiden on her wedding night at the tickling sensation. The heat inside her rose, and the sweat poured, and don’t think for a second Wind relented to the newcomer. It became jealous and fought for her attention, blowing frigid gusts over her body. Ice crystals formed on the hairs of her shivering cunt. Her nipples chilled and hardened. And Water countered by renewing her, warming and energizing her with the power of life.

Wind and Air wrestled. Mistress was pulled, slammed, and ravaged between them. Hot, cold. Gentle, Pain. The sound that came from her was so foreign and terrifying to me. Was it a cry for help, or was it praising Creator for this wonderful gift?

They waged their sensuous war, and my Mistress was the battlefield for her. And Earth, so steady, so reliable… rumbled, rumbled, rumbled inside her.

The brutal clash of temperatures angered the sky. I felt the change. My hair stood on end, and I felt the electricity before I saw it. My breath crackled in my lungs. A terrifying bolt of lightning cut through Wind and Water and crashed into the basin. The grass smoked, the heat impossibly defying the wetness of the rain.

The last arrived. Fire descended, and Mistress welcomed it with excited whimpers.

Fire was stoked by her passion. Water could not drown it out. The harder Wind blew, the stronger Fire became. It rose high in the grasses around her, casting an ethereal orange glow over her skin. She breathed in the heat and gray vapors of the burning fields.

Her eyes glowed, and the heat inside her built. Mistress’ pale skin began to turn pink, then red. Soon, the Wind’s lashes became indistinguishable. Fire was inside her, devouring anything that resisted it. Not her body, but her spirit. Her clever eyes clouded. She grew louder, letting loose animalistic grunting and ear-splitting screams as a blissful cacophony of submission.

She was lost in the orgy of energy, her body torn, slapped, choked by her lovers. She convulsed, and her muscles tensed. It was a sadistic assault. Or was it an act of pure love? I didn’t know what it was… but I knew it was killing her. I stood to go to her, to run through Fire and save her. I pitched forward, stuck in place. I looked down and realized roots had grown from the ground around my ankles and held me in place. They coiled around me, binding my legs and arms to the hill. I helplessly looked to my Mistress, who met my gaze. Somehow, in the intensity of her eyes, I knew the truth. The roots were her doing. She wouldn’t let me interfere.

The steady rumbling of Earth now crashed through her body like tides slamming into the cliffs. Water was swept up in the excitement, boiling inside her veins like a cauldron bubbling over. Wind, furious that her scattered mind wouldn’t focus on it, howled and savagely bit into her flesh. And Fire roared as much inside as around her. The entire moment built toward a climax like a pyre to its peak.

And with another blinding flash of lightning, Mistress and the elements were overcome with ecstasy. Their voices melded together into a roar that split the sky and reverberated through the basin.

Mistress, completely spent and overcome with fatigue, slumped forward. Fire, last to arrive, was the first to leave. It was fickle, gone as soon as it had consumed what it wanted of her and left the verdant basin in black ash. The rains retreated. Water went dormant around us. Though part of it stayed with her. Lovingly sustaining her... us. I could feel it welcoming me before it was gone. And Wind, so cruel as it had been, remained long after gentle Water had left. Caressing her, adoring her. Whispering lovingly without words into her ear. Thanking her for what she had given it. I believe it cared for her the most.

And Earth, so adoring, would never abruptly abandon her. The grinding of the Earth tapered. I lost track of time as the clouds consumed the moon’s light. With each rumble, Earth diminished. And when it stopped, its absence felt more cruel than anything Wind had done.

Mistress was left all alone.

The vines that held me were now weak, and I pulled loose of them. I ran to my Mistress, seeing her feebly crawling off the phallus. Her body was still convulsing with power and pleasure. She tried to stand, only to collapse into the mud at my feet. I wanted to ask her so many questions, but I knew she had no energy to answer. She held onto me tight for support, and I helped her limp back to our hut.

There, she allowed me to sponge her clean. I offered her a drink, but she said she had her fill. I blushed as I thought of Water pouring itself into her mouth and running down her chin. I lay with her in her bed, and the dark night overtook us.

This morning, I woke in her arms. She was dreamily looking out the window, stroking my hair. The world seemed different. It was… peaceful. Serene. Renewed.

Mistress spoke of acting as a vessel, how it drained her. She said ultimately it would take years from her life, diminishing her every time. She held my hand and told me that this sacred duty would be the death of her. A fate I would also share, unless I wished to back away now. Leaving her time to find another apprentice.

I shook my head, choking back the sadness when I thought of her leaving me. Saying it with more bravery than I felt, I promised I would never abandon my duty. She smiled, sat up, and kissed me softly on the lips. And that tingle in the air before the lightning struck, I felt it again.

Reaching into a sack she kept by her bedside, she presented me with a gift. A marble phallus, much like the one she had used for the ritual, but much smaller. I was told that she would begin training me as soon as her strength returned. She told me my lessons would be intimate, sometimes overwhelming. It would take time, but we still had many years ahead of us.

Then she kissed me again, telling me that one day she would be the one sitting on the hillside watching as I performed the ritual. As her Mistress watched her. And with a sense of peace, knowing I would care for the land and its people, she would pass on. Leaving me to select my own apprentice and continue the cycle.