The Wolf and the Druidess (4 page)

“As you wish.” He folded his muscular arms across his broad chest. “Noble wolf, cunning hunter, howling in the night, I call upon my magic to shift to your form.”

His muscles twisted, some expanding as others contracted. She watched his smooth, bronzed skin and his curly, untamed yellow hair change to thick, white fur. She gazed upon a large wolf, with sharp fangs, and yellow eyes.

The empty basket swung from her elbow as she brandished the torch in her other hand and strode with the white wolf through the woods. She glanced up at the leafless branches overhead, catching a glimpse of the full moon as Gwydion’s furry body brushed against her leg while they headed to the hill fort.

Stepping out of the dense forest into the clearing, Seren moved at a springy pace to match the wolf’s fast paws. As they passed under the wooden arch of the gate to the hill fort, Gwydion whimpered in approval as he gazed at the carved wolf head, the tribe’s totem.

Chapter Four

Everyone in the village stopped in their tracks and stared at the wolf. Every time Gwydion drew near to anyone, Seren’s tribesmen stepped back. She read the fear in their eyes and knew the wolf could smell it.

“He will not harm you,” Seren called out to her tribesmen. “He is tame, he will not bite.”

In truth, he wouldn’t hurt them, yet he was anything but tame. Anyone with a body as wicked as his had to be wild. Seren couldn’t wait for Gwydion to shift into human form and crawl into her bed. Now her mother had returned to the otherworld, Seren could couple with Gwydion and explore every inch of his body, if she could make it to her roundhouse without someone in her tribe slaying him in his wolf form.

“Do not be afraid,” she called out to the villagers again.

Seren hadn’t realized he should have come as a man, because she was thinking of her own needs and not the tribe’s. She must look moon mad, walking through the village with a wolf, bringing him near the pens of herds and flocks, by the slabs of salted pork the nine maidens had worked so hard to prepare to feed the tribe, and around the small children. Someone called out to her, interrupting her silent musings.

“Hail, druidess.” As the chief approached, his plaid cloak flapping in the night breeze, he studied the wolf.

Seren observed a glint of awe in Neithon’s wide eyes. Though the chief called her name, he focused all his attention on the wolf. Three of the nine warriors, Gwydderig, Meilyr, and Hywell joined the chief, their eyes all holding a glint of fear.

“Chief Neithon, the wolf will not harm us. I say this as druidess of the Ordovices. No one need fear him, the gods revealed this to me,” Seren said in a soft, soothing tone.

A wave of relief coursed through her. All the men and women who had shied away and glared at Gwydion’s beastly form now stepped forward.

The chief walked up to Gwydion and stopped a breath span from him. He gazed into the beast’s glowing, yellow eyes. “What is this? You are not a wolf, you are immortal.” He bowed.

“How did you know?” Seren asked.

Meilyr stepped to the chief’s side. “Druidess, he bears the pink-tipped ears of the otherworld.”

Seren shook her head. How had she forgotten? Any noble would know that.

The bard spread out his arms and opened his mouth, framed by his thick red moustache. In a deep, reverberating tone he sang out, “Release the transformation, shift from the beast, reveal your true being, present your real shape.”

The wolf howled as he stretched and twisted. Part of his body expanded as other features contracted and his thick, white fur shortened until shifting into bronze-tinted flesh.

Seren’s heart raced and she gasped at the tall, nude man who stood before her. He waved his fingers in front of his chest and right before her eyes, suddenly, he was clothed. Her pulse still pounded. The firm muscles of his thick arms and chest filled out his blue tunic and gold curls spilled down to his shoulders. Seren let out a soft chuckle, as she noticed all the women who had gathered around, gazed upon the portion of his bare chest that peeked out from his white, gold-speckled robe.

The chief glanced at him and then shifted his gaze back to Seren. “He is a god. He sparkles and shines.”

“Yes, this is god Gwydion, Chief Neithon,” Seren replied.

The warriors stood with their mouths agape. Seren had to hold back a giggle.

“God of wisdom, welcome to our hill fort.” Neithon turned to Seren. “What a great Samhain. Well done, you brought the god for the mating ritual. We do not need a druid or warrior to stand in his place for the rite, we have the actual god. I take it you will perform it with him, in proxy for Goddess Agrona.”

“Does he speak of the ritual coupling, Druidess?” Gwydion gazed at her and winked.

Her mouth went dry. She shivered. She couldn’t give herself to him with the entire tribe watching. Seren had never dreamed of standing in proxy as goddess Agrona, to mate with Gwydion. The chief needed to be quiet. This was the worst idea he’d ever had.

“No, Chief Neithon, I have chosen one of the nine warriors as well as one of the nine maidens for the rite. It is the will of the gods.”

“I thought that was why you summoned him.” Neithon shifted his gaze from Seren to the god. “God of wisdom, I ask your forgiveness in that I mistook the reason for your presence. I know now that you did not come for the ritual.”

“Not at all chief, I have not declined, it’s a great honor to celebrate Samhain and I am sure, the warrior chosen to stand in my place would gladly relinquish it to me.” With elbows bent, he held his hands out and grinned. “And if I am playing myself, the role of my goddess would be Agrona, but I know she is unable to come. The part should be played by the most powerful druidess of the tribe. Who would that be, Chief Neithon?”

The big man grinned. “Why the very druidess you are standing with, Seren is most powerful, god Gwydion. You honor us by accepting our druidess as your paramour for the Samhain fertility rite.”

“I think it is madness, but so be it,” Seren agreed, since she had no choice.

He’d tricked her into the fertility rite. How could he consent to this? Do this to her? Seren didn’t want to play Agrona as she made love to Gwydion. It would remind him of his coupling with the goddess, and Seren wanted Gwydion and everyone else to know he might be the tribe’s god, but she wanted him for her lover, hers alone. Forget Agorna, he was Seren’s now.

Though she hungered for his touch. Longed to feel his warm palms blaze a path from her breasts to her thighs and caress her tingling skin, even as she envisioned their naked bodies melding together as one, as his hard flesh flowed into her like warm honey. She desired intimacy and privacy. Seren needed Gwydion to herself. Especially, if there was any chance, of having more than a tryst with him.

As they strolled, side-by-side up the hill to the bonfire, she whispered in his ear. “I do not want this. Not in front of the tribe.”

“I can turn them all to frogs.”

“No.” She jerked away. Rage boiled through her that he would joke about her feelings. “This is a bad idea.”

Reaching out to her, he laid his hand on her shoulder in a possessive gesture and tilted his head to her ear. His hot breath fanned her face as he whispered, “You said you were not ready to explain why I was here. The chief kenned I came for the rite, so I thought you would want me to go along with that.”

“No,” she answered curtly, but she did not pull away this time.

He withdrew his arm and shrugged as he kept a brisk pace at her side. “You have engaged in sex magic before for festivals.”

“Yes.” As they strode on, she slowed her gait while she pondered his words. “But never with someone that I longed for.”

A huge, lecherous grin filled his face. “My thanks.” His tone oozed with masculine pride.

* * * *

They came to a stop at the top of the hill, standing before the roaring bonfire. As the onlookers gathered around, Gwydion slipped off the druid robe and yanked the blue tunic over his head, then let them both fall to the ground. He blazed like the fire he stood before and his heart pounded. Sliding his long fingers to the gold clasp at his belt, he unfastened it, then climbed out of his pants and kicked them to the side. The crowd cheered, but he had no cares for what they thought, he saw nothing but the woman before him. While scrying her in the sacred salmon pond, he’d watched her from afar, and now he would have what he long desired. Seren. With his eyes locked on her, he waited for her to disrobe and bare her body to him.

His gaze devoured her as the gold-speckled druid garment swished around her bare legs, as her lithe feet kicked to and fro in a fast pace around the fire. As she slipped off the robe, it hit the dirt. Moving to the rhythmic beat of the drum, she unraveled the knot of her hemp belt and her plaid skirt dropped to the ground. Seren hoisted her tunic over her head and threw it down.

Hurrahs rang out as they danced, circling the fire. Gwydion’s heart raced to the rhythmic beat of the bodhran as he jumped and kicked his feet in fast movements. Catching Seren gazing at his crotch, he knew his erect rod bobbed as he danced. In turn, as she leapt and swirled to the music, he ogled her jiggling breasts. Dancing up to her, he reached out, and in each hand he cupped a soft, jutting breast.

She came to a halt. Through this tryst, by his power and that of the goddess, the tribe would prevail against their enemies, including those that came with winter; sickness and starvation. The cheering tribesmen pushed in closer to witness Samhain sex magic.

As he squeezed her soft flesh and pinched her erect nipples, Seren’s breath grew shallow. She threw her head back and moaned. He moved behind her so the crowd could view her bare body and worship her as the goddess Agrona, while he knew he coupled with Seren alone.

Standing behind her, he captured her breasts with his hands, kneading her smooth, warm skin and rolling the nipples with his thumbs.

Cupping one breast, he slid his other hand down her taut stomach to the nest of curls between her thighs and spread the petal-like folds. She moaned as he plunged two fingers into the tight sheath and pumped her. He moved his foot between her legs and nudged them apart into a wider stance. She arched back, unconsciously giving the tribe a better view. He envisioned what she looked like, openly exposed before them, his fingers inside her petal smooth center, her breasts bouncing with the rocking motion. He scanned the onlookers, all with their mouths open and stark hunger gleaming in their eyes. They would all couple about the fire tonight and many babies would be conceived this eve. Thanks in part to the lusty body of his woman. Seren. Gwydion’s skin felt so hot, as if on fire, and his heart beat so hard he could barely breathe. His shaft ached and swelled to the point of pain, so great was his need for this woman. Her tribesmen saw her as Goddess Agorna, but though mortal, to Gwydion, Seren far surpassed any goddess. At that moment, he knew he would find some way to stay here in this dimension, on earth, with Seren, well after the fire festival had ended.

As the crowd watched, he knew Seren shut her eyes and didn’t give a thought to the onlookers as he brought her to a writhing state. The god and goddess would reward the Ordovices for bringing them this pleasure and bless the tribe during the New Year.

He slid his hand from her breast to her smooth back and down to her lush bottom. Then he slipped his palm across the tight flesh of her ass. As he thrust his hand into her, the pulsating walls of her body clamped down on his fingers and she bucked against his palm. As he thrust his fingers deep and higher, she mewled and trembled in climax.

Gwydion panted. Easing his fingers out, he spun her around, facing him, then crushed her to him. As her erect nipples rubbed against his chest, a shiver of warmth surged through him. He held her in his tight embrace, as he lowered her to the ground. She sank beside the hot fire, sprawled on her back.

He stood above. “Spread your legs.”

Still wet and throbbing, she obeyed him.

He dropped to his knees and stared into her pink pussy.

The crowd shouted with joy, all waiting, longing for this moment to watch the god and goddess mate.

Seren gasped as his body covered hers. As he pressed against her, he didn’t notice anyone but Seren. His breathing grew ragged as she snaked her soft, smooth palm down his body from his chest to his crotch. He gasped as she grabbed his shaft. His flesh tensed beneath her warm fingers. She slid her hand up and down his flesh. Fiery sensations filled him. As she guided the tip into her entrance, he groaned from deep within.

“Gwydion, you’re huge.” Her voice was soft and breathless.

“Like a beast,” he rasped.

“Yes,” she said on a sigh.

He released a wild, guttural groan as his arousal slid in a bit more. Her passage was so hot and tight.

She arched forward and raising her knees, she wrapped her smooth legs around his back. He flamed like the roaring fire near them.

As he slid deeper, she stretched over his iron-hard flesh. Gwydion throbbed as he pushed further into her. She gasped as he fully imbedded her. He drew almost all the way out of her and then lunged with one hard thrust. As he pressed deeper, he felt her muscles clench around his cock. His breath rushed in and out as he pumped her. He felt a sweat break across his skin. With each slamming thrust, she whimpered in sweet agony. Groaning low and deep, he pounded into her. Seren screamed with ecstasy, shuddering. Gwydion bucked within her in a jarring, pulsing explosion as he groaned long and low. When he pulled out of her, everyone cheered.

The tribe would be blessed, for as Gwydion’s seed spilled into the dark goddess, Agorna’s womb, the seed of the next New Year grew. This ritual of sex magic assured there would be spring after winter. The Ordovices tribesmen continued to yell hurrahs as Gwydion stood, he helped Seren to her feet, and with a shake of his hand both were fully clothed again.

* * * *

Gwydion gathered her into his arms. “Enough of the tribe and the gods and your duties, it is time you enjoyed Samhain. Not as the tribe’s druidess and not as goddess Agrona, but as Seren.” He lifted her, cradling her as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder and carried her off.