DARK MOON LOVER
 Jessy Luanni Wolf
 previously published in The Lesbian Erotic Cookbook by Ffiona Morgan
 

 I woke up knowing what I had to do to become one with Hecate.  Oh, I had been part of Her before, of course.  During the darkest shades of the moon in the very center of night-time I had called Her down to me, singing my song to Her and raising up my arms, sounding out the deep chant of magic until She came and Her aspect cloaked me.  At such times, I became Her, She entered me and we danced together as One being.  This was good.  But gradually I began to yearn for oneness with Her in a different way.  I wanted Her to come to me as Herself, separate from me.  I wanted to join with Her in the dance of love on the night I turned fifty-six and so finally reached the age to be a Crone.  I had worked with Her magic as one of Her own witches for many years, but always looked forward to the time when I would become one of Her Crones.  I wanted it to be special, both for Her and for me.  She knew, and so She sent me the dream which told me how to bring Her to me in a form I could make love to.
 I walked into the kitchen.  The room was dark, but I did not turn on the light.  I found everything I needed and prepared to bake.  I put together my ingredients very carefully.  The fruits and nuts were fragrant and the number of their varieties all together added up to seven.  The flour was soft and dry as I sifted in the leavening.  I blended in the butter until it formed delightfully round little balls.  I added three eggs, Her magic number, and a touch of ginger, nutmeg, some cinnamon.  I sweetened the mixture with golden honey.  And then I added just enough sweet cream to hold it all together.  Hecate told me to form the dough into small cakes in the shape of breasts and yonis and bake them at 333 degrees for 33 minutes.  As Hecate’s cakes baked I took a bath.  I soaked in fragrant water scented with lavender oil and rose petals.  I lay in the dark, dreamed of Hecate, and I stroked my breasts.  I pinched my nipples softly as I floated in the night water.  I let one of my hands glide over my belly and softly, softly, touched my yoni. I felt the curly hairs, stiff and prickly, with the palm of my hand, and then stroked over my lips and clitoris until my yoni was totally awake.  I murmured Hecate’s name, and promised Her a night of pleasure.  Then I rose from my bath and rubbed myself dry.  I anointed my body with the special oil I reserved for Hecate.
 My cakes were a nice golden brown as I pulled them from the oven.  I placed them on my altar with two glasses of wine and opened the window where the moon floated in the sky above.  She was dark now, but I could just make out the outline of Her beauty through the trees.  I lit my candles and drew my circle and called the Goddess to me. The room was lit by my candles, so that only shadows were visible.  But then, a glow formed around the moon in the sky.  I could see the face of Hecate looking down at me.  She smiled, and flowed towards me on a dark, wine colored, moonbeam.  She was magnificent.  She was old, Her hair was white, and very long.  Her eyes were black, so black the pupils seemed to be huge and indistinguishable from the iris.  She was thin but very strongly muscled.  Her hands were large and strong.  She was naked, as I was.  As She came to me, She smiled again and I saw Her small, sharp, teeth.
 I offered Her one of the cakes and a glass of wine.  We sat together on the pillows and blankets I had earlier piled inside my magic circle.  Together, we ate all the cakes and drank some of the wine.  Then She kissed me.  Her kiss tasted like the night, like moonlight, like cinnamon and apples.  She was delicious.  I tasted Her tongue, Her lips, Her teeth, with my tongue.  I let my kiss travel over Her wonderful face.  I kissed Her eyes, earlobes, and cheeks in turn, and returned to Her mouth.  “Hecate,” I moaned, “I love you.  Thank you for this time you’ve given me.”  Her only answer was another kiss.  I poured some of the wine onto Her breasts and licked it off.  I poured a trail of wine down Her belly leading to Her yoni and kissed it up with my lips and tongue. Her taste added spice to the flavor of the wine.  When my lips found Her dark triangle I brought both my hands to feel the luxury I found there. Hecate’s pubic hair was a wonder. Her hair was silvery, curly, abundant, and shining in the candlelight.  I stroked Her hair with my fingers, marveling at the richness and the luminescent glow.  Then I noticed that Her whole yoni was glowing.  I could make out the color of Her lips, they were a deep rose color.  Her clitoris was a small lavender pearl hidden in a purple hood.  I spread apart Her lips so I could see the colors inside and saw Her beautiful yoni open to me in blended shades of rose, purple, lavender, and scarlet.  I tasted Her insides, I smothered my face in Her yoni.  Her fragrance was like the ocean at night, fresh and strong smelling.  I ate it up with my tongue, I pushed my tongue inside as far as it would go and I tasted as much of Her as I could. I licked all of Her insides and gradually brought my tongue out and licked Her inner and outer lips.  I felt Her move, I felt Her excitement build.  Her pearl called me but I delayed a little longer.  My hands grasped Her buttocks and squeezed.  I pulled myself up along Her body until my lips came back to Her breasts.  I kissed Her nipples and I let my hand enter Her and find that special place inside.  As I pleasured Her insides I kissed and sucked Her nipples and heard Her groan.  I could feel my own heat growing to an almost unbearable wanting along with Hers.  I moved my body against Her thigh.  Hecate and I built up our passion together, we climbed higher and higher, me inside Her and my body rubbing against Her.   Hecate opened Her mouth and visions floated out--stars and moons, dancing fairies, strange animal beings--part fish, part bird, and part mammal--all swam around us, glowing in the night air.   The fairies kissed us, the animals rubbed against us, and my body tingled with the touch of their magic.  It was time to kiss Hecate’s pearl.  I pulled my hand free and glided down Her body to Her beautiful, wet, yoni.  I kissed Her pearl.  She sighed.  I pulled it into my mouth and sucked until She cried out my name.  As She floated in the aftermath of pleasure I lay on top of Her and centered my yoni and Hers in a kiss.  Then I moved us together.  Hecate moaned, the fairies danced, and the animals purred and rubbed every part of our bodies.  When we came together, the stars and moons glowed even brighter all around us and I saw a fountain of colors shooting from Hecate’s head to mine and back again.  We blended, we became one, and She entered me and I became Her.  I stood up and faced the night.  A beam of dark, wine-colored light connected me to the moon.  My body was lit up with burgundy light.  I poured the rest of the wine into my mouth and swallowed it down.  I felt Hecate inside me.  I was a Crone.  I was Hecate.  A part of Her went back to the moon and smiled lovingly at me from the sky, but another part has never left me.  I am the Goddess; we are one.