The Witch’s Grove

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Her breath came in gasps and shuddering sighs, as her breast rose and fell with every quivering sensation. The young girl’s arms and legs were held each by a beautiful woman; completely naked except for the velvety purple shrouds that draped over their lithe figures. Those who held her hands, caressed them against their bodies, allowing the eager finger’s of the prostrate girl to explore freely while, the lower arm was held fast with both hands. Her legs were restrained from the thigh and both women there were moving in a rhythmic motion, their soaked nether-regions rubbing against her virgin skin. But it was the fifth woman, the one with the raven hair that kneeled in between the girl’s spread legs that made her overwhelm with pleasure. This dark haired, white skinned vixen met her womanhood with luscious red lips that kissed and slurped; her mischievous tongue that ran the course of her slit and played within her folds. But by the time her hips began bucking without control and her eyes began to roll back, thrusting with everything she had into the greedy mouth below, the temptress stopped. Sitting up on her legs, she threw back her black flowing escort beylikdüzü locks and gazed down at the writhing youth below her. Only sixteen, she thought as she swallowed the accumulated juices in her mouth, and yet she has the passion and fire of a dragoness. “Behold!” she cried out, arms raised into the dark wood and starry sky above, “Our newest initiate has about come to climax!” She stood now and shifted her gaze from the girl to a congregation of twenty and three women all wrapped in with each other in a female orgy. A bed of flowers. “Now, sisters, the chosen one is nearly at her peak! Climax now in unison! Shout the incantation! Summon the grove walker!” At once, all the women who held her down moved from the young girl and chanting around her wriggling figure. The air was charged with energy and the congregation below screamed and convulsed with ecstasy. The dark haired woman swayed and rolled her head with erotic movements, feeding on the energy generated around her like only a true master of the craft could do. The power of the coven drove into her, bringing her own juices flowing and splattering the escort akbatı tender virgin’s face below her until at last she came with the force of an avalanche, screaming a high-pitched, impossible note that resounded off the trees of the thick surrounding forest. All at once, every woman fell over. Utterly exhausted and spent from the ritual. Every woman, that is, except the newest acolyte. There she lay, so suddenly left alone in consciousness. Her naked form still spread out underneath the sparse canopy and starlight above. She lifted her head up ever so slightly and realized that the five women assisting her were spread out evenly about her, their legs spread touching each others’ in what, amazingly, was a perfect pentagram surrounding her. And then the wind came. It seemed as if it materialized out of nowhere, blowing and buffeting her on every side. She wanted to get up and run to the cover of a nearby tree but was unable to move, as if the very wind was driving against her. And just as fast as the whirlwind picked up, it vanished. The girl breathed heavily; bewildered by what had just happened when she heard a faint sound escort beylikdüzü in the total silence. It was a drum, or at least it began like a drum. As it drew closer the sound grew, vibrating the ground with each beat. That’s when the young woman realized, it wasn’t a drum but footsteps of some gigantic creature. It grew and grew, the timing of each step matching the rhythm of her pounding heart. She looked up, glancing between her own supple breasts to see two oak trees bend opposite each other as if they had a will of their own. Betwixt them, in the sheer darkness stepped out what one would guess to be nothing other than a giant. The man stood nearly the height of the surrounding trees as he stepped out into the clearing. With purpose, he then marched his long legs toward the girl. She wanted to scream, but her voice was just as paralyzed as her body. Tears rolled down her face as the young virgin tried in vain to escape her invisible bonds. She felt something, smooth like velvet, but with weight to it, which silenced her instantly and put her mind in an unnatural calm, start from her bosom and trail down her length until departing at her belly. It was no velvet, she thought, it was a match! For as soon as the hand of the giant man left her skin, her body was a flame with sexual energy. The girl’s breathing transformed into quick, capricious gulps of air, followed by an intolerable itch deep within her womanhood.

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