I walked slowly through the forest to the lake shore, never losing sight of the full Moon, shining behind the branches. When I came out of the trees I was at the end of a grassy point that projected a hundred meters into the deserted lake; the Moon was directly ahead. Feeling somewhat foolish, I unfastened my shorts - they were all I had on - and stepped out of them. I was desperate in my loneliness. I walked naked to the edge of the water and, gazing at the Moon, stretched out my arms with upturned palms. The Moon was partly hidden behind thin clouds when I began my invocation:
Luna! Luna! Luna!
Thrice I call to Thee!
Queen of velvet night,
Come Thou here to me!
Artemis, Selene,
Hecate I call;
I invoke Thee, Goddess,
By these names withal,
Or by any name it
Pleaseth Thee to hear.
For if Thou hast ever
Heard my prayers sincere,
Then appear to me, Thou
Queen of Heathendom
Mistress Moon, Diana,
Orb of platinum!
Thrice I call Thee! Luna!
Luna! Luna! Come!
Just then the clouds slid off the Moon's face and She was revealed in all Her cold-white glory; the point on which I stood glowed in the otherworldly moonshine. A light offshore wind refreshed my face and tickled the water into ripples. A sparkling silver highway of moonshine stretched from my feet to the lake's distant shore. As I contemplated the Moon's glowing face, I imagined I saw not a man, but a wise and powerful woman. "Luna!" I whispered. "Luna, come to me!"
The wind was stronger now, and I slowly lowered my hands to my sides and relaxed in adoration of the sacred Moon. Under my gaze the silver disk seemed to swell. The dancing sparkles on the water seemed to separate from the black background and became glowing sprites that gamboled in patterns, spelling words in an unknown script. "Luna!" I spoke louder. "Come to me! Appear!"
The glowing path across the water blurred and merged with the dazzling disk of the Moon. As I watched entranced, a figure advanced toward me on the road of moonshine. It was a woman. It had to be Luna. As She came nearer I saw that She was clothed only in Her silver-blond hair, hanging in front to Her knees. She was young, with pale white skin like moonlight, and eyes dark like the sky.
Apprehensively I backed from the water's edge as She approached and stepped ashore. Except for the thudding in my chest, I was aware of nothing beyond the pale Maiden that stood silent before me. Entranced by Her mysterious beauty, I felt my penis stiffen and elevate, like an arm reaching out to Her innermost sanctum. I was too enthralled to be embarrassed, but She smiled and spoke.
"That is the greeting Luna likes most from Her acolytes. The old salute."
She swept Her hair back over Her shoulders, revealing every glory: breasts full but firm, with pale nipples, small but nonetheless erect. My eyes roved over Her skin, soft like polished Grecian marble, from between Her well separated breasts, down over the gentle swell of Her tummy, to that hill, small but sacred to Aphrodite like no other. Through a thin cover of light blond hair I gazed on Her full, white lips.
Luna's austere beauty had a remarkable effect on me. I already had a full erection, but I am somewhat large, and the weight of my penis pulls it down to the horizontal. But now Eros filled my limbs with burning desire and my member swelled so that it pointed skyward, bending in a backward arc until it almost touched my chest. The Goddess smiled again and reached out Her hand until She just touched my penis; with a shiver I felt Her energy flow into me. I watched in wonder as She softly stroked its knotty hardness.
I was so consumed by desire that I forgot She was a Goddess, and saw Her only as a woman. I reached my hand forward until it covered Her mound, which was hot against my palm. She groaned when I slipped my finger between Her soft lips; She shuddered when I touched the Holy of Holies. As my groping finger moved deeper, Her hot juices began to flow. They tingled, so I gently withdrew my finger and held up my hand. My finger glistened with Her honey, clear but sparkling with moonlight.
"Taste it," She whispered.
Cautiously I put my finger in my mouth. It was a sweeter nectar then I could have imagined. Luna laughed as I hungrily licked my finger. I went back for more. She squirmed and moaned while I fingered the kernel of ecstasy and massaged Her mound, collecting handfuls of the clear elixir, which I lapped up. And with each dose my lust swelled.
Sliding Her hands down my sides and thighs, Luna sank to Her knees. She grasped my rigid penis in both hands and pulled it forward till She could get Her tender lips over it, which sent waves of pleasure through me. Her long soft hair fell forward around Her face, and I could feel it gently brushing my inner thighs. My ecstasy was almost beyond bearing as She slurped my love juices while stroking my swollen phallus.
The semen began to pulse in my groin, but Luna lifted Her head and grasped my phallus firmly with both hands. They were cool against my burning skin, but I felt the lunar power forcing my seed back to its source. When I'd settled back from the brink of orgasm I looked down at Her; She was smiling up at me out of Her disheveled hair.
"Save it for me," She said. "I want thy seed."
Luna lay on the soft grass with Her knees up. "I am ready for thy libation," She whispered. "Art thou prepared to make it?"
"Yes," I gasped.
Luna slowly spread Her legs, and Her nearly bare, pale lips opened to reveal the sacred mystery, glistening with Her spirit, glowing deep red with Her vitality.
"Make thou the libation," She commanded.
I crawled between Her thighs, but had some trouble entering Her, for my unusually erect penis pressed closer to my stomach than I was used to. I supported myself on my left arm and with the other pushed my member toward Her waiting vagina. "Let me help thee," She said with a chuckle, and guided me into Her.
The feeling was overwhelming as I slowly pushed my firm head into Her hot, moist womb. I continued working my way in until I touched Her cervix. "Oh!" Luna gasped with wide eyes. Having reached my goal I pressed my stomach against Her soft tummy, and then slowly withdrew my penis, until its head stroked Her clitoris. Then slowly in again, all the way.
All the while, Luna wrapped Her legs around my buttocks. Our grunts and cries echoed through the forest and across the lake, but there was no one to hear us. And so our lovemaking continued, with slowly growing intensity.
Soon Luna began to yell, "The libation! It's time to make the libation!"
I stroked faster as the pressure built in my groin. "Accept this my gift!" I panted as my semen surged and I pumped it into Her womb. She screamed and dug Her fingernails into my buttocks. Great pulses of semen shot down my penis, more than I had given to any women. But when it was done, I continued to thrust, to give Her all I had, until my member softened. Then we rested in each other's arms, bosom to bosom, quietly kissing.
We spent half an hour in this bliss, but then Luna sighed, "It is time for me to go; I must run my course."
My limp penis slid out of Her warm embrace when I lifted myself off of Her. We both stood and She said, "Kiss my lips, thou who hast served Me so well."
I placed my hands over Her breasts, caressing them, teasing Her nipples with my thumbs, while we kissed long and deep. She caressed my limp organs, sticky with the fruits of our mating. I gazed into Her eyes and said earnestly, "Luna, I adore you."
She smiled and placed Her hand on my cheek, saying "And I will always be here for thee, if only thou call on Me sincerely. But for now, my beloved, fare thee well."
She walked away across the water, but turned once, and stretching Her hand toward me, said, "Blessed be thee, now and always." Turning away again She departed, and I watched wistfully the dance of Her long hair over Her wide but firm buttocks.
Soon She had disappeared. The Moon had climbed higher in the sky and the watery path had dissolved. I was back to mundane existence. Though it was still a beautiful moonlit night, the spell was done. After sitting a while in thought, I got up, found my shorts, absentmindedly pulled them on and headed home. Though the spell was done, the magic energy of the Goddess stayed with me, and since that time we have often had our communion.
The End
Last revised April 13, 2002