A Wizard's Life

Part IV

I opened my used book store in San Francisco just a block from Golden Gate Park so full of growing things. There are many groves in the park. I especially love the Eucalyptus trees. They have an affinity for me. I feel so connected to the Earth amongst them.

My shop is known for its collection of the occult, most of which is terrible garbage. But there are pearls of the ancient wisdom if you know how to look. One day, I met a woman in the shop. She was interested in the Old Religion, the original Druidic worship. She disdained the modern ways. I felt something in her. Something both familiar and strangely alien. Could she be one who was capable of being a priestess?

I asked her, “Would you like to perform a Rite this evening in the park?”

“You mean, a real worship?” she asked. I nodded. “But, I know that in the original Rites they ended with the worshippers nude and…”

“And they joined so that the power of the Earth, the Grove, and the Sky flowed into them,” I said.

“Have you done this?” she asked.

“Never with a Priestess of the Druids,” I said.

“I’m not a Priestess,” she said.

“But I sense that you have it within you,” I said. “If we find that you have the calling, I can teach you the Rites.”

“Naked in the middle of Golden Gate Park?” she asked.

“It is the way of the Ancient Rites. You need not worry that we will be discovered,” I said.

“Have you worshipped in the Park?” she asked.

“Many times. I have a Sacred Grove in the park. No one enters it after dark. Come; join me in the True worship. You have been seeking it many years. I can tell. Do not let it escape you,” I said.

She looked at me and then put her hand to her lips. I could see her wrestle with her herself. On one side, her desire to reach the truth and on the other her upbringing in the decadent modern ways. She went to one of the tables and sat, looking my way. I stood and waited. As a wizard I have learned patience. I could have stood and waited for days.

“You seem so sure,” she said.

“I am sure only that you should try. Whether you have it in you is a gift from the gods,” I said.

“I’ll do it,” she said.

“Good. Let me bring something,” I said. I went into the back of the store. Next to my book, which I will never show another, was a book of Rites. It was the manual for Priests of the Druids. I brought it to her.

She opened it. “My God, how old is this?” she asked.

“It was written by a Druid Priest,” I said.

“You mean a modern Druid Priest,” she said.

“No. I mean a Priest of the Ancient Rites. I will teach you to read it if it goes well tonight. For now, I will teach you the prayer of joining. You will chant the prayer. Then I will chant the incantation for the joining. If the Gods accept our gifts we will join and receive their blessing.”

It was difficult. She had no knowledge of the ancient tongue. She had to memorize a babble of unfamiliar sounds with no meaning. I translated the prayer once so she would know, but she could not assign meaning to the individual sounds. It was late at night when she had mastered it.

“Come” I said.

Nervously, she stood. I knew she must be wondering what she had gotten herself into but she did follow.

We walked the block to the park. “It’s cold. I bet I’m going to freeze my fanny off,” she said with a smile.

“You will not feel the cold inside the Grove,” I said.

I led her straight to the grove since we needed to begin before the moon set. The moon was bright and new casting a silvery light that illuminated her almost as if it were day. Once there, I said, “Please, remove all clothes and jewelry. Everything.” I started pulling off my clothes.

She watched for a moment and then did the same. She stood up, holding a small flower and smiling. “I can’t believe I am here in the middle of Golden Gate Park, naked. I must be stark raving mad.”

“Sorry, forgot them.” She put them with the rest of her things.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“I guess. I must admit I’m starting to feel a little silly,” she said.

I smiled, “If all goes well that will pass quickly. If not, we’ll both be standing here feeling silly.”

“Put your hands out. Feel the presence of the Grove. It is alive and seeks you. Begin,” I said.

She closed her eyes and began to chant the prayer of joining. I felt the Grove come alive. It knew. It could feel her and it obeyed. Her face had changed as well. It was suffused with light. The Grove was preparing for the joining. I felt the power around us. My cock swelled in anticipation.

She finished the prayer, her eyes were glazed and her skin glowed in the dark of the grove. “Lay down,” I said. She laid back, her legs spread wide in invitation. I lay between her legs, my cock finding her pussy wet with desire. I chanted the incantation and pressed into her. We joined. I felt the power surging from the earth, the grove and the sky, into me. I thrust deeply into her and began fucking her hard. It was the most powerful joining I had ever experienced outside of the Great Spells.

It was also the first time I had experienced a joining with a woman not under a spell. She moaned and roared as we thrust and parted, and thrust again. Our loins slapped against each other as more of the life force channeled through her. She was glowing. I could feel her power growing. Not the power of a wizard, but a different force. It was the force of life and creation.

My climax rapidly approached and she was with me. I thrust hard and felt it coming. Blast after blast I spent myself in her. Her pussy clasped and rippled around my cock as she reached her own climax. I emptied myself in her, stopping when I had nothing left to give. She moaned and thrust a few times as her own climax faded.

I withdrew and stood beside her, my muscles trembling as they did when so full of fresh energy. She opened her eyes. I wondered what it had been like for her, to experience something so powerful without any real preparation. I remembered my own first time.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She nodded. “My God,” she said.

“No. It is my Gods,” I said. “You must learn the names of the true Gods if you are going to be a Priestess.”

“Yes,” she said. She tried to sit up but was unable. “I feel drained but so alive at the same time. I could feel the Grove around me, the life force in everything. Is it like that for you?”

“No. It is different. You are the female force and I the male. Our joining completes a circuit and the force can then travel through us. But I do know the feeling of the first time,” I said smiling.

I helped her to stand. The shakiness quickly disappeared. “Let’s get dressed and return to the store,” I said.

“Of course,” she answered.

Once at the store she turned to me and said, “I am pregnant.”

“From before?” I asked.

“Tonight,” she said.

I was about to protest that would be impossible, but I knew better. The force of creation had flowed so strongly in her it was quite possible. I picked up the book and asked, “Do you wish to learn the way of a Druid Priestess?”

“After what I experienced tonight, with all of my soul,” she said.

“We will begin tomorrow,” I said.

“And the pregnancy?” she asked.

“Tomorrow.”

I had not asked her name because if she became a Priestess she would have a new one anyway. But we needed a name when others were present. It was Cheryl. I started her on the alphabet and vocabulary the next day. I drove her hard, but she was as committed to mastering the book. Within a month she was studying it without me.

I interrupted her one afternoon, “Cheryl.”

“Yes?” she asked.

“It is time to talk. I know you will become a Priestess. You have it in you. What do you wish to do about the child in your womb?”

She looked stunned. “Do? I will bring it into the world.”

“Forgive me. That was not asked very well. What do you wish me to do?” I asked. She hesitated. “It is not the way of a Priestess to dissemble.”

“Well, a woman can’t just come out and ask a man to marry her because he knocked her up.”

“Why not? I would be most pleased if you would ask me. I tremble when I think of our child growing in your womb. It will be most interesting to see if a child of a wizard and priestess inherits their power.” I smiled.

“Why don’t you ask me?” she asked.

“It must be your choice. It happened during the Rites. You are a Priestess of the Rites. I can only follow your will in this,” I said.

She pulled herself up straight. “I want the father of my child to marry me,” she said.

“Tonight? I have learned the marriage Rite. We can perform it in the grove,” I said.

“You already learned the marriage rite?” she asked. I nodded. I saw tears in her eyes. She jumped up and ran to me wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me over and over. Why? Certainly, women are very different than men.

I took her to the Grove that night and we completed the Druid Marriage Rite. The next day we had a civil ceremony at City Hall.

I could now feel the presence of new life in Cheryl myself. It seemed we would be completely happy as she learned the rituals and duties of a Priestess. Until one afternoon.

She called me from her study table. “Dear, what does this mean?”

I looked. It was a section on assisting at a Great Spell. “Can you translate it?” I asked surprised that she would have trouble.

“I can read it. I just can’t believe it,” she said.

I scanned the pages quickly. “It is all correct,” I said. “That is the way of a Great Spell.”

“And you’ve done one?”

“I’ve done many,” I said. “A wizard’s first spell is always a Great Spell.”

“Where do you find so many willing virgins?” she asked.

I sat across from her. “At the time of the Druids, the virgins were willing. It was a great honor to help a wizard in the rites. Plus, the wizard then owed her family a debt. Always nice to have a wizard owe you a debt. Now days, of course, virgins are not willing in this sense. They are put under a spell. They remember nothing.”

“That’s horrible, stealing a girl’s chastity,” she said.

“It is not stolen. It is given as a gift to the Gods. You forget, it is the Gods who ordain the Great Spell as it is. Would you tell the Gods what is right and wrong?” I could see her unconvinced. “Do you believe in the true Gods?” I asked. I saw her waiver. “You believe in your head but not your heart. You need to meet the Gods.”

“You can’t meet God,” she said.

I pointed to a passage in her book which she read saying that the Gods would be present to accept the offering. She looked up at me, “Can you see him?”

“I have not. But I have heard him and felt him,” I said. “I will show you,” I told her.

“How?”

“By performing a Great Spell,” I said heading for the door. “Come.”

“I can’t,” she said, her voice full of anguish.

“You can. You must. You are to be a Priestess of the Ancient Rite. Come, meet the Gods. Once you believe in your heart as well as your head the foolish anguish will disappear.”

“But my husband with another woman,” she said.

“It is not your husband with another woman. It is a wizard making an offering to the Gods. That is how you must see it,” I said. “Come.” I had until then, never used my power on Cheryl. This time I did. I pulled her from the chair and had her follow me. At first, she was shocked. I could tell that for her, this had been theory. She never really believed in her heart that such power existed. The night in the Grove she had been able to explain away as the sex. But to feel the physical reality of control without touch, this, she could not explain away. I led her to the park.

I found a virgin near Stow Lake. She was the proper age and a brunette with a cute nubile body. I approached her. She turned to me. I said the spell. Her eyes closed. “Open your eyes and follow me,” I commanded. I walked towards the grove. Cheryl followed wide eyed. The girl smiling as she followed me. Cheryl’s eyes went back and forth between the girl and me.

I entered the grove and led us to the middle. “Take your clothes off,” I told the girl. She did. “Sit down,” I told her. She sat and began undressing. Happily she looked at us, waiting to do my bidding.

“Once.”

“When?” she asked.

“Tonight, when I made you follow. I cannot use my power on you. You are a Priestess and it would be sacrilege to do so.”

“But you did tonight,” she said.

“Because you had forgotten your duty. I had to help you find it again. You are a Priestess of the oldest religion and of the first Gods, the Gods of creation and destruction. Now, we must wait for the dark of night. Think on all you have learned from the book,” I said. The three of us sat quietly as the light faded.

When it was dark I stood and removed my clothes and had Cheryl remove hers. I motioned to the girl to join me in the center. I had her lie back on the soft Earth and made the offering incantation. I called to Cuchullin, seeking his blessing of the offering. I heard a rumbling voice fill the glade and in the ancient tongue he accepted the offering. Cheryl’s eyes were now wide with amazement tinged with fear as the grove glowed with a silvery light. She looked around but realized the voice, like the light, emanated from everywhere and nowhere in the glade at once.

I bent forward and chanted the joining incantation. My cock found her opening. She was wet with desire as I pushed forward. As her hymen split the rumbling laugh filled the grove. Cuchullin had accepted the offering. I pushed in filling her with my staff. Her muscles trembled around my cock as her pussy stretched to accept this new invader. I started fucking her and felt the flow begin. The power flowed down from above and up from below. The girl felt it as well.

I thrust into her again and again as the power flooded into me. But it was different. I felt an overflow. I was puzzled, then in a flash I knew. I was trying to accept too much power. I had let my desire to correct Cheryl override my knowledge. I did not need a Great Spell. I forced my climax, jetting great bursts of my cum into the girl below me. I filled her with my outpouring before stopping and pulling out. I struggled to stand as I had to work to hold the powers separate. I looked heavenward and had an inspiration. I created a great jet of light and sent it upwards into the sky. It looked like a bolt of lightening shooting skyward. I felt the energy draining away. At last, it was manageable again and I turned off the light show.

The familiar feelings of tension and energy flooded my limbs. The girl was recovering, a smile played on her features as she reveled in the pleasure of her body. I dressed quickly. Cheryl was staring at me and the girl. I could not read her thoughts.

The girl opened her eyes and looked at me dreamily. “Get dressed,” I told her. Lazily, she complied as Cheryl also quickly dressed. When both were dressed I went to Cheryl. I had long ago released her from the spell. She mumbled her thanks. I led them both from the Grove. Outside, I released the girl and walked Cheryl back to the store.

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