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In some traditions the Male principle is identified as the Horned God who lusts for the Maiden Goddess longing to consummate the marriage.
In the Rite of Pan, the male force is the hunter and the female force the prey. Throughout the ritual the struggle between male and female is established, but before the rite is realized, an understanding is gained that while the male is strong on the earth/physical sphere, the female is equally strong on the above/spiritual sphere.
The quiet seemed to suffocate her, pulling the air out of the room, making her wander through the halls of her home, long nightgown skimming across the floor. She peered out of the large window at the foot of the stairs, nearly a dozen cars lined up in their circular driveway.Rey had been told there was a party tonight, but she had heard nothing, laying in her bed straining to hear anything - music, chatter. Nothing. It wasn't like her to disobey her parents, but something tugged at her, making her search for something.As she crept down the stairs, she saw someone move across the courtyard in the back; she knew where they must be, in the building at the edge of their property. Rey wasn't allowed inside. Ever.Barefoot, she ran across the cold grass, pulled towards the building, searching for an entrance. She heard a lilted murmuring that she slowly realized was a combination of voices singing a lovely, if haunting, song. The words weren't in any language she knew, but they filled her body with a sense of wonder and purpose. A window was unlatched and she crawled through it, ripping her nightgown, exposing her leg to the brisk air. It was nearly the end of Spring, her favorite month - May, but it had been colder than usual.Inside the building was covered in greenery of all kinds, with a ceiling that opened to the sky. She hid in the shadows, peering around the corner where people shifted about wearing robes of varying shades of green. As she watched, they formed a circle, and Rey saw at its center a large stone slab, smooth and glinting in the moonlight.The singing continued and Rey's eyes widened as she saw a man with smooth, white skin step into the circle; his skin was covered in red swirls and markings and Rey felt the magnetic pull that had woken her earlier. He seemed to simmer with energy just beneath the surface of his painted skin and her heart beat faster as she took in his firm, sculpted chest down to the penis beneath his legs. He didn't seem to be looking at anyone, just stared intensely into the void as he raised his hand, beckoning. Rey nearly took a step out of her shadowy hiding spot, ready to go to him, when she saw a woman emerge, as naked as he was, white paint marking her breasts and stomach.She placed her hand in his and as they turned to look at each other, Rey gasped. It was her mother. Before she had time to process, the circle at once shed themselves of their robes, all just as naked as the couple at their center. Rey watched as her mother sat on the stone slab and laid her back against it, her hair in an elaborate braided style.The man gripped his member and Rey watched in fascination as he moved his hand against it, watching it grow in size. He stepped up to her mother and the singing stopped; Rey's heart beat faster as his hands pulled the feminine hips Rey didn't have yet towards the edge, lining himself up. Without another sound, in the dead silence of the room, he pushed himself into her, letting out a loud grunt.Rey yelped in surprise as he leaned over her mother's breasts, sucking on them the way babies did; what purpose did that serve? At the noise, his eyes flickered to her spot and she knew he saw her. The moon was moving slowly across the sky, illuminating more of her hiding spot.But she had a feeling that even if she was in the dark, their eyes would have connected.After that, he seemed to pin her to the ground, unable to look away as he pulled out of her mother's cunt, sheathing himself again, her body welcoming him. Rey watched with barely-concealed anger as her mother wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him to her with each thrust; it didn't seem to affect him much, his rhythm steadily increasing as if he were bored.He seemed to notice Rey's frown as he moved his fingers between her mother's legs, moving them against some unknown spot. At that, he smiled, and broke her gaze to hide it in the crook of her mother's neck. The sounds of wet skin seemed to echo in the quiet of the room, Rey's heart beating, unsure why she hadn't run - why her legs felt weak and her stomach hot.The man seemed to have forgotten her entirely as he fucked her mother so hard she let out a shrill scream that Rey hated in the depths of her soul; her feet braced against the edge of the slab, unaware that her daughter was watching as she greedily lifted her hips to meet the thrusts of a man who was certainly not her husband.What a whore.The thought came unbidden to Rey's mind, though she never understood the meaning of the word before, that was the only one she could summon as she watched her mom and this man.He pulled up, hips beginning to move erratically; Rey saw the red paint mixed with her mother's white and felt sick.Her mom wailed and the man groaned, both freezing for long moments as one by one the circle's members began to turn around. His arms went around her mom's waist and when his lips met hers, Rey finally bolted, unable to take any more.She didn't know why she cried as she raced back to the house and up the stairs into her bedroom, throwing her covers over her as she let out more sobs. As she shifted her legs, she realized with horror that her thighs were wet; she must have been scared and peed without realizing it.She stayed there for minutes, trying to calm down before she could brave the world outside her covers, a world where men did that to women. They hadn't really covered that in school last year, when they gave everyone a brief but awkward explanation of their soon-to-be changing bodies. No one's bodies had changed much yet, though, and everyone forgot it quickly. Not Rey though, she had known immediately what the man was doing with his penis, the male sexual organ. He was sticking it inside her mother. Over and over again, and enjoying it.She wasn't sure which was worse.Rey heard her door open and pulled the covers even tighter around her; it clicked shut and she heard the lock throw. Blood pounded in her head, drumming in her ears, and someone pulled her covers away; Rey scrambled away, pressing her back against her headboard. The man stood before her, dark eyed and clothed this time, white shirt and black pants hanging loosely on his frame.Rey felt that pull again, staring at him with wide eyes as his roamed her body, covered in her long nightgown; she was more concerned that she hadn't cleaned herself up yet than with the fact that this grown man - for surely he must be, with a body like that - was in her room while her parents partied far away."Hello, little one," he finally spoke, voice steady and low. Curious. "Did you like what you saw?"Just as before, his presence seemed to trap her, unable to move away and unable to resist answering him."Kind of," she spoke softly, and was proud her voice didn't waver. He made her nervous, but not in the way she felt he should have - Rey knew somehow he wasn't there to harm her."What didn't you like?" He stood at the side of the bed, looking down at her, fingers flexing against his thighs ever so slightly.Rey swallowed, but she couldn't lie to him, "I didn't like that it was y-you. With my mother."He seemed to know exactly what she meant, because he nodded without asking her to explain. Large hands began to unbutton the loose white shirt and she watched with rapt attention as he slipped it off and it dropped to the ground. She saw him close up now, the hard chest, the swirls of white and red paint that had melted into smears against it, down to his hips almost. It must have mixed with their sweat, and Rey swallowed as she remembered the sounds of wet skin slapping against skin, filling her lower body with heat.He bent down, fingering the edge of her long nightgown as he asked his next question, "And the part you did like?"Rey's heart began to flutter as his fingers brushed the skin of her legs, and she watched the muscles in his back ripple."I liked watching you," she answered before she lost her nerve, disarmed at his presence. His eyes looked up at her, glazed over with something she couldn't define but was sure echoed her own. "I liked that you watched me as you did those things."He hummed in satisfaction and those seemed to be the magic words, because he began to pull her nightgown up her body; Rey lifted her hips in silent acquiescence and watched as he let out soft pants at her exposed thighs, stomach, breasts. He dropped it on the floor and pulled her body down the bed so her head rested once again on her pillow."Wait, no-" her hands moved to stop his as his fingers brushed against the wetness on her thighs, embarrassed again that she hadn't cleaned herself in her terror. He pulled away at her protestation, and smiled as he sucked the liquid off his fingers."It's arousal, little one," relief went out of her in a whoosh of air and she gave him a small nod. "Tastes good."He held his wet fingers to her wordlessly and she instinctively wrapped her small mouth around them, tongue sliding against them. Rey was surprised to hear him moan; everything that he had done with her mom, he had only ever grunted in exertion. This, she was certain, was a sound of pleasure. Her stomach swelled with pride.He pulled his hand from her mouth and pressed it against her flat chest, circling her nipples as it moved again between her legs. He stood straight up and without hesitation slid his pants off of him; Rey once again could see his penis - but not limp and resting this time. No, it was hard, moving slightly of its own accord.And it was big, so big Rey couldn't even imagine how he walked around; it was easily as long and thick as her forearm. Her mother was bigger than her, and her hips hadn't even curved yet like they were supposed to. But she ignored these thoughts and reached out to touch him, small hands slipping around the hard, velvet skin. The feeling surprised her, warm and soft and the skin moved with it a little as she rubbed her hands up and down. He groaned and pushed into her hand, letting her know to keep going.Without stopping her, he straddled her on the bed, knees on either side of her waist, eyes watching her face as she stroked his cock. He licked his lips and reluctantly pulled her hands away from him, pushing backwards and spreading her legs wide.Rey knew she shouldn't let him do this, be here like this, but the energy that pulsed around them didn't seem to care; it only made her bend her knees to spread even wider."Goddess," he whispered reverently as he slid both hands down the inside of her wet thighs, fingers separating and probing her bare entrance. He was spending much more time with her than he had with her mother, she thought with a swell of pride. He was hers, the thought rippled through her mind, shocking her. She didn't even know this man.A finger slid in a little, the squelching sound making her shift down against it and he cooed at her, smiling when she looked away from his fingers and to his face."That's it, little maiden," the words meant nothing to her, but resonated all the same and she whispered yes as she lifted her hips, accepting his entire finger as it slid inside. Where did all this liquid come from?He worked his finger in and out of her in a slow rhythm that warmed her stomach and his other hand played with her flat nipples, coaxing them to attention and flicking them with his thumbnail. She was panting by the time another finger was added and she yelped a little in surprise and pain."Just preparing you," he said quietly, soothing her as her little body began to relax again. His fingers twisted her nipples gently before skimming the concave of her stomach down to the apex of her thighs. Rey jumped as he touched a sensitive nub between her legs and he gave her a wolfish grin. "Like that, do you? It's the heart of a woman's pleasure, a gift from the Goddess herself."Rey had no idea what he was talking about, but she had read about Goddesses in school and the words made her feel strong and bold. She raised her hands, gripping and running them down his arm and chest. He was solid, nothing like her dad when she hugged him; he was hard and smooth and it made her swallow with desire.That's what this was, she thought, as her hips lifted to meet his twisting fingers in earnest. She desired him, wanted him to do what he did to her mother. And he seemed to want that too, with the predatory gleam in his eyes and the way his cock looked swollen as it bounced around like a fish gasping for air.His fingers circled around the sensitive nub over and over in a numbing motion, and she felt something building, swelling between her legs."That's it, let it happen, relax," he seemed to know what was happening to her and it made her relax into the soft sheets. The timing of his thrusts matched with the circling for long minutes until it was there, whatever was happening was making her blood rush and body warm. She felt her lips flutter around his fingers and let out a soft gasp as her legs jerked awkwardly for long moments, her body rigid.Fingers left her and she watched him smear whatever had leaked out of her around his cock, paying attention to the tip of it."Exquisite," he leaned over to cover her with his body, and his lips finally found hers. He was kissing her, like he had her mother, but this felt different. Felt real, genuine, as his glided against hers, pressing firmly with soft licks of his tongue. Weird, but so right. Her hands brushed against the hair that hung on either side of her face as he stared at her. As if she really were a goddess.He gave her another small kiss before pulling away to line up his cock with her bare pussy, wet from his ministrations."We're going to complete the rite properly," he said in that low voice of his. He stroked her stomach and thighs reverently, taking away Rey's fear, making her relax into him as he pushed the head of his penis into her. She gasped painfully, feeling as if she was being split into two. "Shh, it's okay, your maidenhead belongs to me."The words didn't scare her, but his tone sent shivers down her spine; as she looked at him again, having paused in his violation of her, she remembered what had done with her mother. How grateful, enthusiastic she had seemed. Was she supposed to be the same with him? Is that how goddesses acted?It took minutes for him to fully seat inside of her, and she whimpered and he groaned when he hit something deeper, more painful."There it is, little one," he pushed completely into her and she gasped, but this time not in pain - in surprise. His entire body rested on hers, cock deep inside, and she was filled with something greater than herself. Her hips shifted open even more as she wrapped her legs around his, accepting the man's gift.She shuddered as he pulled out halfway, pushing in again; he was much slower than he was with her mother.He pressed into her, hard muscle hitting her sensitive nub and she whimpered."Shhh, don't want your parents to interrupt now do we?" He thrust into her tiny pussy again, pain returning with each second. "They wouldn't understand."She felt tears well with pain, and fear creep into her stomach as she felt the grown man violate her, huffing into her ear with each thrust. His stomach muscles constricted against hers.But she knew he was right, they wouldn't understand. The pull she had felt, the energy, something else had pulled them together. And hadn't he called her a goddess? The reminder warmed her and took the edge of pain off as she accepted him again and again.He continued moving inside of her, fingers finding that sensitive spot again, and the frenzy which she had seen take over her mother seemed to possess her. She pulled him closer, feeling the sworls of paint press against her skin, nails digging into his sides.He hissed, "Yes, mark me little one, I knew you would love my cock."The words seemed coarse and abrupt compared to before, but Rey just nodded as he impaled her, shifting her small body up against the sheets. Her nails dug so hard she felt blood seep and smear against his skin, but it only seem to drive him harder into her. His lips kissed her own, forcing them open with his tongue as he began to thrust it in time with his lower half and it was all she could do to keep up.He grunted into her mouth and pulled away as he felt her begin to flutter and grip his penis, trying to keep it inside, begging for his seed. His mouth reached her non-existant breasts and suckled them, tongue laving her nipples in search of sustenance.She squeezed him tight as he went rigid inside of her, spurts of liquid warming her core and she whined with need. He huffed and peppered her chest with kisses as she milked him repeatedly, drawing out as much liquid as she could.He fell to the side and pulled her with him, still buried deep, and rested her on top of his chest as he caught his breath. Rey's tiny, still stick-like body made him seem like a giant to her as she played with the paint that had mixed on both of their skins into a pink creamy color.He pulled her off of his cock and she felt a gush of liquid spill out and turned red, but he just looked at her with hunger, erasing any embarrassment."You're mine now, my little goddess." His hand smeared more of the paint down her body and thighs slick with his seed. "The Rite is over, but I'll be back for your initiation."She had no idea what he was talking about, but simply nodded, wanting to make him happy. So he wouldn't do that with her mother again. She couldn't watch it again, him doing that to her.He slipped off the bed and she watched as he put his clothes on; he sat on the edge of the bed and dug his fingers around her hole again, groaning as he tasted the liquid mixture."You're such a good little girl, Rey," he bent down and left a kiss on her lips that tasted of salt and sweat, but she didn't mind. "Our little secret, okay?"He opened the door and left her there, naked and smeared with paint and seed, and a searing pain between her hips.
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A soft wind greeted her as she stepped out of the building set against the line of trees that had always seemed so mysterious as a child. Finding solace in them each day after school regardless. No one to play with, friends so far away she only saw them there; but the trees had always been there, waiting with open arms to welcome her home.
The air was crisp and her nipples and skin pebbled in response as she walked towards the waiting circle of women. Hair hung loose around her face, just touching her shoulder blades. Her mother greeted her, pursed lips and all, saying the perfunctory words to greet her into the sisterhood.
Rey knew she didn't mean them. These past three years had been an education in more ways than one, but particularly with her parents. Greedy and addicted to power they didn't understand, surrounding themselves with others like them, who acquiesced to their needs. A few in the circle were true to the teachings, and Rey gave each of them a soft smile, something like relief passing over their faces.
They recognized the Goddess-blessed in a way her parents would never be able to. But they were not the first.
A fire warmed in her belly as she remembered his eyes, wild and piercing as he worshipped her in the true way. They created the godhead that night, a powerful unity that centered their coven, allowing them to commune with the Gods.
Kylo had known, somehow, from the moment he had seen her watching from the shadows. Her hands came to cup her full, round breasts, the memory and anticipation of initiation mixed together, making her shudder.
Her mother painted her body with blue swirls of paint, between and around her breasts, stomach, and thighs. Despite the corruption, the blessing was well received, as it brought her one step closer to Him.
They spoke of the transition from Maiden to Mother, the symbolism of her initiation; had they known, what he had done to her three years ago in secret? Would they have still trained her, knowing that the Goddess had chosen
her
for her vessel that night?
She thinks it unlikely. They were to present themselves to the God, summon the Lord of the Forest to them so that he may honor and greet her in the old way.
Perhaps the oldest way.
While her friends had spent their afternoons and weekends kicking balls around and getting drunk, Rey had spent it being taught by each woman of her circle. The Goddess' secrets. Balance, harmony, visions, and yes even spells - all for this night, when she would be accepted as a full Priestess.
She knew little of the others, the men, except for her father - who looked at her suspiciously whenever he thought she wasn't looking. Rey thought it was likely he knew, somehow. He had kept Kylo from her, after all. Not in so many words, but when the coven met she was never allowed to remain - sent off to friends, claiming she couldn't be present as an initiate.
That didn't explain the night three years ago, when they left her in her bed despite having passed her first bleed.
But perhaps that was the Goddess' hand, too.
Though she couldn't avoid the remarks from the other women, her mother whining about Kylo's refusal to take part in further sex magic or rituals, always electing one of the other men to represent the Horned One. The coven whispered that the God had forsaken him, but Rey knew the truth.
He was waiting for her.
It filled her with certainty, with power, and as she left the women, bare feet padding to the edge of the forest, she began to sense him. The memory of his tongue around hers, his lips on her throat, his hands smearing the mixture of paint and sweat and cum across her body all swirled around her as the trees welcomed her again.
She pricked the palm of her hand, letting the drop of blood hit the forest floor. Calling her mate to her as she wandered, guided only by the moonlight. He would come to her, drawn much as she had been that night. Her Lord.
Rey sensed him before she saw him step into her path, naked and just as she remembered him. Hair just slightly shorter than hers, shorn off at his chin, black and unruly; body pale, but sculpted. And hard for her already.
She waited for him, watching and remembering how he had come to her years before, sliding her clothing off, worshiping her as he was always meant to. Kylo knelt before her, hands gripping her ankles, running up her legs to hips that were wider than before. A sign of her maturation and transition; he pressed a soft kiss between those lower lips, tongue darting out ever so slightly as he whispered.
"Maiden," another kiss just above her navel, "Mother."
Hands cupped her breasts, gripping them tight, the only sign of his eagerness as he stared into her eyes.
"Goddess," he whispered again, and Rey shuddered and ran her hand through his dark locks. After a few long moments, she pulled him up to his feet, broad chest brushing against her taut nipples.
"Hi," she said finally, blushing and pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. Priestess she might be, but she was still a girl - young woman, and she hadn't seen him in so long.
He smiled softly and pressed a palm against her cheek, chest swelling with breath as she leaned into it. "I've missed you."
For two people who had never met beyond that one night or carried on a conversation, the strange sentiment was shared; there had been a deep ache for him many nights since, touching and exploring her body, striving for the feeling he had introduced her to.
But it was always no use, leaving her hollow; the girls at school talked about sex, but it never sounded anything like what she had with him. With Kylo.
"I feel it here," she pressed a palm to the center of his chest, over his heart. "The Godhead. It flows in your blood."
His eyes blazed with the memory, when he had taken her virginity and maidenhead, seemingly possessed by a power greater than their own. Rey had wanted to ask him why, why her mother had not been enough to complete the Great Rite, but standing here in front of him again she didn't have to.
He was hers, she was his. Mates. God and Goddess.
And she had summoned him for her initiation into the darker secrets of the Goddess, and pulled him down to catch his lips in hers. The effect was immediately, a deep groan of relief ripped from his throat as she mewled in need.
Kylo's arms wrapped around her body, pulling her hard against him as they opened their mouths and spirits to each other. She was fully aware of herself this time, panting into his neck as his cock rubbed along her clit.
He huffed and knelt again, hands gripping her waist, nails digging into the soft skin.
"May I?" His voice was firm, and she shuddered.
A whispered yes was all he needed as his tongue immediately dove between her folds, licking along the slit with a hungry need.
She knew from friends that boys didn't like girls who had hair down there, but she had never felt a need to shave it. And Kylo didn't seem to mind at all, nose rubbing against her clit as his fingers spread her vulva wide.
He licked her entrance with long, slow strokes, the slick sounds made Rey's eyes roll back in pleasure. She pushed his head against her hard and she felt a heady sense of power at his enthusiastic response.
Time seemed to stand still as he continued his ministrations, making her dizzy with the feeling of euphoria. Kylo sensed her shifting mood and pulled her leg over his shoulder, relieving her of her need for balance.
The new position let him thrust his tongue inside of her and she whined at the intrusion.
Pulling away slightly, he spoke against her clit, "So tight, little Goddess. Have you been waiting, too?"
She hummed her confirmation, but it didn't seem to satisfy him as he pulled away and looked up at her. She should have felt off balance at the awkward angle, but his hands still steadied her even as his eyes darkened, demanding a response.
"Did you wait for me?" he demanded, fingernails digging into her hips. Rey's stomach fluttered as she moved her hips towards him, need his mouth back on her.
"Yes, only yours," she watched the relief wash over him, but tugged his head back before he could touch her again. "And you? Did you honor me in the same way?"
Kylo growled and she gave him a wicked smile; she had known he had abstained from the rituals for the three years it had taken her to be ready for the Initiation, but who knew what he did outside of the circle? They all had lives, jobs - separate from each other. She had no idea what he did or even where he really lived.
His hands caressed her stomach, the slight dips that hinted at muscles, her navel; he kissed her hips reverently.
"There has been only you, Rey," that was the first time he had ever used her name, and it did the job he wanted it to - soothe her. He licked once more at the wetness that had pooled between her legs, the exposure a heady feeling. Completely open to him, accepting the pleasure that licked up her body in warm flames.
His tongue pushed into her repeatedly, nose pressed and grinding against the hidden nub, until the pressure became too much and she came with a high pitched keen that surprised her. It seemed to echo through the treetops, but Rey couldn't find herself to care about who heard, her pussy fluttering around his tongue as Kylo sucked her greedily.
Eventually, too soon, he pulled away, setting her foot back down onto the soil, rubbing her calves. His lips and nose were wet and she giggled, bending to kiss him, savoring the taste of her on his lips. They hummed as he knelt in front of her, taking advantage of their unlimited time together tonight. He the Forest Lord and she the Moon Goddess, welcoming her to his domain, greeting her after her long absence.
Finally, Rey pulled away, smiling at his growl; it didn't last long as she immediately pushed against his chest, signaling for him to lay down on the cool grass and soil. He did, his erection proud and lively against his abdomen as she placed her feet on either side of his hips, towering over him and looking down for once.
Slowly she knelt down, slotting her wet cunt against the length of his cock, and a sharp moan met the rush of his exhale as he gripped her thighs on either side. Teasingly, she slid her body along and up his cock, testing the size, but mostly watching how his eyes locked on her movement.
The moonlight fluttered down to them finally, emerging from the clouds that had been threatening to ruin the evening, and Rey moved up his chest and bent to give him a soft kiss on the lips.
"I accept you, Lord of the Forest, into my domain. May this night bless us both," she whispered the words as he held his cock for her as she slowly pushed it inside, whimpering at the size.
Kylo hissed as the tip breached her vagina, "Fuck, just as tight as you were, little maiden. Just relax, take it slow."
He was patient, somehow, though his eyes were wild and the muscles in his stomach were jumping with the control he was exerting. But inch by inch, Rey opened to him, groaning as she was stretched deliciously, welcoming the slight burning. Kylo's fingers moved when she was almost halfway impaled on him, circling her clit, the pleasure making her hips circle and press into his fingers.
"That's it, just feel it, rub yourself on my cock. You're perfect," the encouragement and pleasure was all she needed and she finally begged him to push her the rest of the way, which he did greedily. With a loud and feral grunt, her hips were slammed against his and finally his entire cock was sitting inside of her. Rey winced in pain, but he focused on rubbing up and down on her clit, his fingernail lightly scraping it sometimes, making her groan in pleasure even more. She sat there for minutes, rocking her hips, getting used to his size as he drew both hands up to massage her breasts.
Finally, Rey leaned forward, bracing her hands on the cool soil beside his chest, and kissed him deeply. He roughly pulled her against him, hands pressed hard along her back, chest pressing against his own. The blue paint that her mother had decorated her body with felt hot and gritty as their bodies melded together. He seemed feral, devouring her mouth with his and sucking on her tongue, making lewd noises of pleasure that would have made her blush if Rey hadn't been so entranced.
Rey slid up, groaning at the loss of pressure from his cock, but slid back down immediately; she liked the way it made Kylo groan against her mouth, the way his nails dug into her back. She did it a few more times, pulling her lips away and kissing down his throat as she pushed off him, letting him watch her in all her glory as she began to find her rhythm.
Her hips rolled and bucked, enjoying the exploration and heady feeling of pleasure as she took what she wanted - needed - from him. Her small hands rested against his abdomen as she circled and ground her clit against his pelvis with each movement. His eyes watched her ride him, taking pleasure for herself only, with a dark intensity that made her shudder around him.
She began to whine, needing more friction, leaning forward and riding his cock with greater speed. Kylo seemed to know what she needed more than she did, grunting as he pulled his knees up, feet planting against the ground as he fucked into her every time she slid back down.
"Kylo," she moaned, and he answered her with a particularly hard thrust, fingers finding her clit, circling them, begging to rip her orgasm from her. Her body felt possessed as her hips undulated against his stomach, sliding onto his cock with each thrust, pain nothing but a memory as Kylo begged her to come on his cock.
And she did, finally, freezing against him as her pussy constricted around Kylo, the one man she was meant for. Had been made for, chosen by the God himself for her. She felt sated, complete as he sucked on her breasts, tonguing laving at the nipples, worshiping her as ever.
His cock was still hard and thick inside of her and she wondered at his control as he slowly thrust into her. His lips left her and with a grunt as her only warning, her body was ripped off his cock and shoved to the forest floor.
Rey moaned wantonly, knowing what he needed as she pushed onto all fours, knees spreading and showing her dripping and red gaping pussy to him. The Stag, her God.
Presenting herself.
Kylo snarled and shoved his dick inside with one hard thrust, making Rey grunt in surprise. He shoved her chest against the ground, gripping the nape of her neck as he fucked her relentlessly. In this he cared only for his release, the physical subjugation to the will of the God and man. The wet sounds of him slapping against her body made her mewl, hands digging into the dirt with each hard thrust, breasts swaying beneath her.
"You're mine, forever," his voice was haggard and wild. His words were a statement, but felt like a question. She nodded furiously as his hands scraped her back, digging into her hips.
"Yours, yours, yours," she panted with each thrust. He sped up, faster and faster, jerking his hips into her with a speed that was inhuman. A true animalistic rutting that left him groaning and her in a high pitched yelled as he came inside of her. Each spurt of cum made her shudder as he slowed his thrusts and she whined at the loss of him as he pulled out.
"Such a beautiful, tight cunt, little Goddess," he ran his hands across her ass, fingers smearing his cum around her thighs. Rey shuddered as she remembered him doing that last time, before he left in secret.
This time would be different.
Rey fell to the ground on her side and he joined her, fingers gently roaming her stomach and breast, the blue paint smeared from their bodies. The sign of their mating, that she had passed her initiation. Goddess-blessed.
"They won't keep you from me now," Kylo murmured, and she sighed with relief, pressing her forehead into his shoulder.
They stayed there an hour or more, resting in each other's arms, not ready to face the end of her test - and their coven.
But they did eventually, walking out of the edge of the forest hand in hand, blue paint smeared on both of their naked and exhausted bodies. Both wore smiles on their faces, exhilarated by the rush of the ritual.
The coven waited for them, men and women alike, and Rey saw her mother's jealous eyes on her and her father's murderous ones on Kylo.
"You should not have gone in there, Kylo," her father's voiced thundered and she stared at him with surprise.
"She summoned
me,
" Kylo replied. "Who are you to deny the Goddess' will?"
"This is not how things are done and you know it!"
Rey sensed there was more at play here, something masculine that she had been kept from in her training.
"It is her choice who she summons to worship; the
Goddess'
choice," Kylo emphasized, and Rey realized this was less about being true to their God and more about Kylo violating some mundane coven law.
"Her maidenhead belonged to me!" her father yelled, and Rey recoiled, pressing closer into Kylo as he stood there glowering at her father. She hadn't known of that particular detail. No wonder he was upset that Kylo had responded to her instead. She pressed a kiss against his shoulder in silent thanks as he responded.
"No, Hirem, it belonged to her. And she gave it to me years ago in the Great Rite," he ignored the stunned murmurs as they walked past the line of coven members, but paused and whispered into her father's ear, so low only Rey could hear it. "And she was exquisite. Your wife was always so tiresome; the Goddess knew and chose another that night. The Godhead within me was made with her, in her tight virgin cunt that you will never experience if I have anything to say on the matter."
Her father seemed to be boiling with rage, but Rey was too blissful to care about petty men's squabbles as she dragged Kylo into the ritual building, leaving their stunned coven alone. They laughed as they dressed each other.
"Perhaps you should stay with me today," Kylo suggested. Rey smiled and pushed onto her toes to place a kiss against his lips, grateful to be with him and not with her parents.
"Just for today, though. I have school tomorrow," she grinned wryly and he returned it, lighting up his face and making her ache to see it again. To see it always.
"My little Goddess, such a dutiful student you are," he scooped her up as she laughed, carrying her to his car.
They would have to do something about the coven and their corrupt High Priestess, but for now she enjoyed the power rolling through her, the unity that being with Kylo brought to her.
They would deal with them. Later.
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"You will need a protection around you," his voice was low as they drove away from her home and Rey realized she had barely heard him speak outside of ritual. What she thought was perhaps the trance-like state of being the God was just
him.
"I don't know how to do that," Rey's voice shook slightly, ashamed that her training was so appallingly inadequate. Kylo knew so much that she didn't.
"Of course they wouldn't teach you how to do that," he was angry, but somehow she knew it wasn't at her. It was for
them.
Her parents. "They saw your power, your calling, and sought to stifle it. Your instruction was restricted by those who thought they knew best."
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes and she brought her knees to her chest, burying her head against them. She felt lost. Gone was the strong woman being initiated into the sacred secrets of the forest, gone was the maiden-mother Goddess inside of her. Instead she was confronted with the realities of her parents' corruption and how young she really was.
"Rey," she faintly heard the blinker clicking on his car, the seatbelt retracting, and his hand was in her hair then. "It will be alright. The Goddess has ways to root out corruption in her followers. What they did - what they
wanted
- from us was wrong."
His fingers dug between her head and knees, pushing underneath her jaw until she was staring at him, "I won't let them take you from me."
Her soul swelled at the thought and she was once again suffused with the feeling of the Goddess, confident and nurturing - and vengeful. But there would be time for that later.
For now, her feet slipped off the seat as she turned, leaning in to kiss him. Kylo. The God. Whoever he was, he was hers and she had never had any doubts about it. He returned the kiss, cradling her head so gently, taking her lead as she tilted her own, fingers digging into the edge of the seat between them.
It was short, shorter than their others and much shorter than she wanted, but he eventually pulled away and Rey smiled at his lips, red from her kisses.
"Let's get you home."
Home
was an immersive yet simple layout, but she barely spared it a glance before he was guiding her towards two large double-doors.
She swallowed hard as she realized it was his bedroom, flashing back to the night
he
had been in
hers.
He was the God then, she the Goddess-blessed. What were they now?
"In here, Rey," he stood at another wide opening to her right, watching her closely. She followed him into the bathroom which was clean, white, and delicate in a way she hadn't expected for someone like him. Feral, much more like the God of the Hunt from earlier than any other iteration of the God she knew about.
His eyes watched her take it in before he stepped closer, hands gripping the edges of her shift, staring at her as he pulled it up slowly, revealing the mixture of paint and cum smeared across her stomach and legs and breasts.
"You are exquisite," he murmured, hands settling over her breasts, thumbs brushing against the edge of her nipples. "Truly chosen by Her."
"For you, my King," Rey couldn't stop the words, entranced by him once again even in this modern setting. Their bond was one of nature, a cosmic reality that he could never deny.
She watched him strip away his own loose clothing, exposing skin with hard muscles underneath. Her fingers skimmed the side of his chest down to his hips. It felt different, touching him here - now.
He guided her to the shower, a burst of warm water hitting her chest as he walked up behind her. Soap-covered hands roamed her stomach, chest, cleansing her again. Rey watched as the water turned blue-white from the paint, swirling into the drain before she leaned back into him, closing her eyes at his ministrations.
Kylo was warm, but efficient at cleaning her body. His hands and fingers didn't linger, treating her body gently and reverently the way he had in the forest. Rey moaned softly as his hands dipped between her thighs, brushing the skin there before moving away.
"My turn, little one," he whispered as he turned her around, pushing her back into the wall as he stepped under the stream of water. He held her hand and squeezed soap into it, watching her swallow and close her eyes.
She took a deep breath, reminding herself that this was just like the ritual cleansing the coven did, that she had already enjoyed so much of his body. His erection was tight, nearly touching his stomach as she moved to clean it, wrapping her soapy hands around the shaft and sliding them down, never moving her eyes from his.
His chest was still, barely breathing as she cleaned him. Before long he was stepping away, rinsing them one last time before shutting the water off. Rey sighed as his hand pressed against the curve of her back, guiding her silently out of the shower.
Without any words, he took a large towel from the cabinet and dried her off, the pressure against her gentle as it always was with him. He was faster and more rough with himself as he rubbed the towel over his body.
Kylo pushed her into the bedroom, "Stay here."
He disappeared for a time, leaving Rey to take in the opulent surroundings. She wasn't surprised at his wealth, her parents were also well off, but it seemed at odds with the primal way he seemed to exist in her mind.
She wished they were back in the forest.
He walked through the open doors again, carrying a metal basin of some kind, but she barely paid attention. She was attached to the way he walked, a casual confidence that only came from being
right
and knowing it beyond a doubt.
"This is a basil oil mixture," he explained as he held out the bowl for her to look and smell it. "You will need to bathe in it once a day for a fortnight."
"You'll tell me how to make it?"
"Yes," but his eyes flitted across her face. "But I would like you to do it here each day until it's done. So I know for sure. I don't want them to interfere."
Rey nodded, remembering her father's anger and mother's jealousy, "What if they do something?"
"They won't," the edge to his voice made her shudder.
He fixed her with a calming smile, the hunter coaxing its prey into the open. Kylo set the bowl on the table near the bed and dipped his fingers into the oily mixture.
Dragging his fingers across her shoulders, down her breastbone to her navel, he then worked it into her skin, murmuring words intended to ask the universe for her protection.
"Think about what makes you safe as I do this, be mindful," warm words made her swallow and nod, nipples tingling with the slight tease of his hands as he worked the oil around them.
And she thought about safety, about home. Being safe meant shelter, food, consistency. She had that with her parents. But staring at Kylo, remembering their anger as he left with her, she wondered if she had just been a sacrificial lamb being fattened for slaughter.
His oiled hands brushed down her thighs and knees, massaging her calves in a way that made her moan, making him flash her a smile in between his murmurings.
Her skin began to buzz with the effects of the protection spell as his hands worked her inner thighs, brushing up between them to the spot he had claim three years before. It was the first time he had touched her outside of ceremony and his eyes arrested her, pinning her to the spot as his fingers moved back and forth, ever so slightly brushing over her clit.
"Kylo," she whispered in a haze of desire as he teased her entrance, watching her with rapt interest.
"Let me, Rey. Please," where she had felt strong in the forest, here she felt weak under his gaze. Her knees wobbled as she moved her legs wider for him, a silent answer. He groaned, lifting her up and setting her in the middle of his bed, gaze roaming down her oiled body.
A second later his body slid over hers, erection hard against her stomach as he kissed her. She returned it eagerly, lips parting to accept his tongue as his hands slid underneath her, pulling her body tight against his. His weight pressed her into the bed and she struggled to breathe. He seemed to sense it and lifted up in an instant.
Rey smiled at him, but his eyes darkened and flipped her onto her stomach. With a small squeak her breasts rubbed against the soft silk sheets, the weight of Kylo's body resting just below her ass. His hands roamed the delicate skin there, squeezing, taking his time now that they were alone with no one waiting.
"I need you again, little maiden," his words were quiet, but dark and they made her shiver with excitement. She felt like a woodland rabbit lured into a wolf's den, his nails like teeth as they dug into her skin.
"You have me," the words were different, but the sentiment was the same as before. When he was the Stag and she the Goddess being welcomed into the deeper mysteries of the forest.
He moved down her body, pulling her hips up, flush with his own. Without a second of hesitation, he was there again, inside, his cock filling her and making them whole.
It wasn't like this for everyone, Rey thought as she gasped when he pulled out and slammed back in, breathing heavily with desire. No, her friends spoke of hushed dalliances and boys who could barely get inside before they exploded, much less still discovering the clit.
With Kylo everything seemed heightened by their shared destiny, his experience and prowess, and the natural attraction to each other.
Her cheek pressed against the silk sheets as her arms spread out in front of her, curling her body like a cat as he thrust with a ragged rhythm.
"Kylo," she mewled unexpectedly as one particularly hard thrust hit
just
the right spot and her body jolted at the feeling.
"That's it, isn't it? Your special spot, a gift from the Goddess," his words were breathy, but they made her moan as he thrust up into her again, making her eyes roll back.
"You're too perfect, little one," he huffed, lowering his body against hers, his warm skin sliding with the oil on hers. "And all mine, aren't you?"
Rey nodded eagerly even as his weight began to steal her breath away again. Kylo slid a hand up under her neck, holding her there with light pressure as he whispered benedictions into her ear. His hips pushed her into the bed, cock somehow even larger from this angle.
"Ky-" he squeezed her throat, cutting off her words as he picked up the pace, lips kissing the skin between her shoulders, biting the skin as he rutted into her.
Barely able to breathe, she felt as though they had never left the forest and the stag was once again welcoming her, rutting into his mate in celebration of the Hunt. But unlike other Stag-Gods, once was not enough.
Rey threw her head back as his other hand pinched her clit before rubbing tight circles around it, arching her body into his thrusts as much as she could. She was trapped by him in every way a woman could be trapped, but for now - for today - this was what they were meant to be and everything in between them was aligned, a perfect pairing.
"Just like I dreamed you would be," he huffed against her ear as he rolled his hips into her ass with slow, hard thrusts. "My little maiden, taking her King. Right?"
Unable to speak, Rey did her best to nod, clenching around his cock. He groaned at that, "
Fuck,
you're going to kill me."
The pressure around her throat grew, small black spots appearing in front of her eyes, "Gonna feel so good, Rey. So good."
He was rutting into her as she clenched around him, his fingers pushing and circling her clit in a rhythm she didn't think him capable of right then.
With one final, hard squeeze of her throat, his hand pulled away and the blood rushed to her head as her body seized up in orgasm, squeezing around him.
"Ride it out, baby," her body was bowed backwards, arching towards him on instinct as he held her hips and pinched her nipple. "Good girl."
As her body melted once again into the bed, he exploded inside of her after a hard thrust, nails marking the skin of her breasts and hips as his own stuttered, spurts of cum hitting her deep inside.
She moaned, milking his cock instinctively, "That's my good girl."
He laid on top of her again, rolling them to their sides as he kept thrusting with lazy strokes.
Kylo eventually pulled out, his cum slowly leaking onto the bed beneath them, and he pressed a soft kiss underneath her ear, "I have so much to teach you."
Two Years Later
Rey padded through the forest trail alone, taking the path that would lead her to their sacred grove. Usually she would move with the other priestesses, but tonight she needed the isolation. Unlike previous times, tonight she was an adult - in the eyes of man and his laws, at least. To the Goddess, she was always Hers.
Her mind was filled with thoughts of her future, and a full moon ceremony was a time to get answers. If the Goddess willed it, that is.
Her feet touched the smooth grass of the grove, passing by the trees that flanked the circle of women and men. Rey felt dozens of eyes on her as she dropped her robe, baring her naked body to the stars before joining her Sisters.
A soft horn sounded and they moved immediately, taking their places in the circle, watching as the High Priest led the his counterpart through to the center. Rey's breath hitched at the sight of her mother's eyes, catatonic and wide. Her father guided his wife to kneel in the grass.
They had been isolated for the entire day, preparing for the trance; they would draw down the moon tonight and with it, the Goddess would enter her chosen vessel and choose to speak - or not.
She hadn't spoken through her mother for years; Kylo had always snorted at Rey's concern, "The Goddess does not recognize your mother as Hers, Rey."
He made no secret of his distrust for her parents whenever she visited for lessons. He was barred from her house after that night in the forest, but he didn't need the woods to teach her how to access her power.
The coven began to sing, calling out to the Mother Goddess to grace their High Priestess; in the past, covens would have Seers, those with preternatural gifts for foresight and communing with the deities. Her mother had never had the gift.
They sang for what felt like hours, Rey unable to watch her mother rock gently with the tides, hoping to be graced again. For Rey, her eyes watched the night sky, wondering if she would have her answer that night.
The sounds of the coven faded slowly until all she heard was her own breathing and then a crack like lightning forced her knees to the ground, something sliding into her body and holding her up. Her knees spread, palms on either thigh, staring straight at her mother and yet at nothing.
The singing ceased abruptly at her cry and again dozens of eyes watched. From the corner of her vision, she saw a pale man with dark hair break the circle and move towards her. Kylo.
She felt his concern ripple through her, the presence that suffused her warming with the recognition.
"I have waited for this night," it was Rey's voice, but disembodied, suffused with anger. "I have given you many signs and been ignored.
Rey watched as Kylo knelt before her, eyes intent on her face, searching for her underneath the presence.
"Worry not, Horned One," the Goddess said. "Your mate will be unharmed once I leave her."
Kylo sucked in a sharp breath at the confirmation, whispers rippling through the coven. They hadn't known - or believed.
"What is the meaning of this?" Her mother's voice rang out, standing finally before coming to stand before her possessed daughter. "
I'm
the High Priestess. I prepared myself."
"You were never a worthy vessel to carry the god-head," the being intoned. "There is corruption at the very heart of this circle and I mean to cut it out."
A chill passed through Rey as she wondered what would happen. The Goddess was nurturing, yes, but she was also a vengeful mother when needed. She would protect her own.
"You will abandon your post as my Chosen, for I never chose you."
"This is ridiculous, Rey. Stop pretending," vaguely she was aware of her mother walking up to her and raising her hand as if to slap her, but before even Kylo could wrap his hand around her arm, lightning shot down, striking the center of the grove. Where her mother had knelt minutes prior.
"Silence. This body is my vessel and you are not worthy. She will take your place or my gifts will be withdrawn from your coven. She has the god-head still inside her."
Gasps echoed through the night air as Rey's body swayed, nearly falling over, but Kylo's hands caught her and pulled her against his chest.
I have chosen well,
the Goddess smiled and with another crack, Rey fell limp in his arms, freed from the overwhelming presence.
"This will not stand, Kylo. You are a dark sorcerer, a manipulator - look what you've done to my daughter," her father screamed as the pressure of being exposed by the Goddess herself began to mount.
"I abdicate my post as High Priestess to Rey," her mother's voice was shaky, terrified from the ordeal still. It was not every day one was nearly smote by a deity.
A hush fell over the clearing of trees and Kylo's hands squeezed her upper arms, letting her know he was there with her.
Rey's father face was red behind his wife and finally Rey spoke, without the Voice of the Goddess this time, "I will accept only if my father steps down as well."
"You little
whore!"
He lunged at them both and Kylo flipped their bodies so his own was between her father and her. A few of the other members were able to grab him before he made it to the couple.
"Are you alright?" Kylo whispered in her ear and Rey turned her head to look at him as she nodded. His body relaxed slightly and nodded before standing up and turning towards the restrained man.
"You've twisted her mind with your dark magic, Kylo!"
"I don't think the Goddess agrees," he replied, voice and posture calculating as he walked closer. "I think you're a sad twisted man who doesn't know how to let go. If you want a strong coven, more power, you will step aside and let me take your place."
No one said a word and Rey stood up, moving to his side and lacing her fingers with his. Tonight had felt different to her and now she knew why.
"You'll take us all down with you," her father said, spitting on the ground in front of their feet before walking away, leaving his wife to trail after him.
"Will they return?" Rey felt oddly calm in the midst of the turmoil, turning and looking up at Kylo, her dark prince.
"Probably. They're too greedy for the power they think they get from this," he responded with a shrug. "But that is for another day. It is Beltane soon."
Rey bit her lip as she looked at his hungry stare, flushing under his attention.
"I suppose it is."
Rey shivered as her handmaidens washed her body with cool water, dripping off the tips of her breasts and down the curves of her stomach and legs to puddle on the rug beneath her feet. This was the night she had been most nervous about, and barely any time to process it with how close Beltane had been to the full moon ceremony.
One of the women seemed to understand some of her nerves, "You are the Goddess, you have prepared for this. And you have done it before."
Fire pooled in her belly as she thought about the other times spent with him, her God, her High Priest. Kylo. His name rolled on his tongue and she bit back a moan. Their first night had been a
Hieros Gamos,
though she hadn't understood that then. He had been powerful, so primal; but she was more powerful, now. He worshiped her as any man should worship a woman, and as Priestess to Priest, Goddess to God.
He understood the ancient harmony. And he makes love to her with a fire and abandon that she'll never get enough of.
The Goddess had called for this.
The women painted her skin in the white of the Goddess, like her mother had borne so long ago. Rey wondered how different he would look to her now.
They left her to silently prepare, their voices raising in song once again, celebrating the Spring and Goddess finding her Husband.
As the singing continued, Kylo's voice spoke into her ear, not allowing her to turn around to see him.
"Blessed be you, my Goddess, holy bride of heaven and earth. Let us unite in the ancient rite of the Sacred Marriage."
Rey blushed furiously as he spoke the words that traditionally bound the ones coupling. Often it was a symbolic act - such as before, with her mother - but this time, it was real. He was real.
"My God, my holy groom of heaven and earth."
He placed a soft kiss on her neck and whispered, "I love you," as he disappeared, ready to appear as the Horned One to claim her.
Rey waited a minute and then walked beyond the circle of naked bodies she had only seen five years previously, hiding in the shadows. Now she was awash with the moonlight as Kylo, her God, her mate, held out his hand in silent plea.
Come here, my Goddess. Join me.
And with her whole heart, she stepped forward and placed her hand in his. His body was covered in the red patterns from the first time, but slightly different - he knew she wouldn't have wanted it to be exactly the same and Rey gave him another bright smile. He leaned over, capturing her lips in his and they kissed for long moments, the sound and ceremony fleeing. His tongue teased and lapped at hers as they pushed their bodies together.
Rey could feel his hardening erection and took it in her hands, the phallus she knew so well. Spear of the God. She ran her hand down it a few times, squeezing slightly and letting out small breaths as it grew in her hand. He smiled and thrust into her grip as he kissed down her neck. Rey tried to remember if he had done any of this last time, but couldn't. It didn't matter, he loved
her.
Goddess and Rey.
His warm hand rested on her womb, her stomach, well spring of life. He moved them slowly, inch by inch towards the stone slab.
Rey felt the twist and heady sensation of arousal wash over her as big hands gripped her waist, setting her gently on the edge. Kylo pinned her to the altar, eyes intent on her as he stroked his cock. As they held each other's eyes, Rey moved back slightly, bringing her legs up to rest her feet on the edge, baring her open and wet entrance to him, pink and wet with arousal.
The circle's singing faltered a little and she grinned wickedly at the thought of her father and mother watching this, a virile man like Kylo fucking her in a ceremony
they
established within the Coven. She owed them their lives, the Goddess was merciful she thought as Kylo stalked towards her, leaning in to suck on her breasts. His hands gripped her knees, keeping them spread and open to him, the air cooling the space between her legs.
He groaned as her nipple pebbled in his mouth and her head fell back as she felt his hard length against her thigh, so close to her center.
Kylo pressed open mouth kisses up the center of her chest, neck, to whisper in her ear, "My little maiden."
Rey shivered at his words, remembering that night she first opened her legs, leaning back on her elbows, beckoning him inside her.
"My husband," she said as she locked eyes with him. Her hips pushed up towards his abdomen as he leaned in. Apparently those were the magic words, because his head moved back and he grunted as he pushed his cock into her. Rey moaned as his hands pulled her cunt against his skin even tighter as he worked his way in, the tips of her feet pushing up and toeing the edge of the cold stone.
"There we go, that's it," he muttered as he pushed the last inch in, bottoming out. They stayed there for a while, ignoring the seemingly restless Coven. This Rite was usually quite short, but that was before them. And they intended to take their time making the Godhead, indulging in every inch of their power.
Kylo panted as he watched her try to control her breathing, little sucks of air as her chest sucked inward. He didn't seem to care about his at all as he pulled half out of her and then pushed slowly in again, watching her eyes widen with rapt attention, breathing rapidly.
"My Lord," she whispered, eyes locked with his and he snapped at that. He growled, fucking into her so hard her toes slipped off the edge of the slab, legs hanging on either side of him as he hovered over her.
He refused to let her look anywhere else but him, but she felt eyes on her from the circle as they watched him consume her, holding her chest to him as he licked and sucked at her nipples. His hips snapped into her with guttural grunts, pushing her further down the slab.
Eventually he pushed her down to lay flat against the stone once more, climbing on himself to hover over her, ignoring the gasps from their coven.
Kylo had never been this involved in the ceremony before, always appropriately worshipful, but never
this.
Rey felt every inch the Goddess as her stared at her with his hungry eyes, possessed by both desire and the God. To unify them once more, rebuild their power.
"My lady," he whispered as he slowly pushed inside again, watching as her eyes widened at his size. His hand moved between them as he picked up the pace again, their bodies sliding against each other, the noise echoing in the silence as their coven watched.
Rey's eyes rolled back in her head, arching back as he flicked her clit in just the way she liked, making her writhe on his cock as he rutted against her.
The sounds of his grunting and their fucking seemed amplified by the open sky temple with its stone walls and Rey lost herself to the feeling, her legs wrapping around him as she moved against him. Her hands raked down his pale back as she came, clutching at him desperately, unable to keep from moaning his name.
She couldn't find it in herself to blush at the discontented murmurs of her fellow priests and priestesses. The sacred marriage was supposed to be
symbolic
and yet she was all too aware that it was Kylo fucking her just as it had always been.
His hips stuttered as he kept thrusting and Rey knew he was close; she pulled away from him slightly, catching his eyes as he ground into her slowly, making her feel every ridge of his cock.
Rey pulled his ear to her lips and whispered, "Let me ride you."
With a loud groan of pleasure, he pulled her up and twisted them around, laying back against the now-warm slab. Cock still deep inside her, both legs straddling his hips as her hands roamed his tightly muscled chest. He took care of the body that had been gifted to her by the Goddess, Rey thought with a small quirk of her mouth.
Rey leaned back, bare breasts on display, nipples erect as she began to rock against him, feeling every single eye upon her naked body. Not his, but hers.
This was her moment to claim him, to claim the power of the Goddess. They had been here before, half a decade ago, but now she was grown, fully empowered as she rocked into him.
"Kylo," she whined, begging for something she couldn't name. But he knew, large hands moving to grip her hips, fingers digging into her ass. Rey thought about all the women who had been here before, being fucked by him, some in the room. Her mother's eyes and jealous face flitted in Rey's periphery and she grinned as she twisted hard into him, making him curse in pleasure.
"Come on, princess. My Goddess," he whispered to her and Rey wasn't even sure if he still remembered they were fucking in front of their entire coven. If he even remembered why. "Come on my cock, make me come."
"Yes, yes," she fell forward on top of him, rolling her hips, but unable to support herself as her orgasm began to build.
"My good little maiden," he growled as he began fucking up into her in earnest, her body malleable as she had given herself over to pleasure, shocks pulsing through her body.
"I need you, my King," she whined.
Kylo groaned at that, finally holding her hard against him as he came inside her, warmth filling her womb as Rey squirmed against him, pulling every drop out of him.
She pushed up, hovering over him, the tips of her breasts just barely touching his chest as he stared at her. The others were staring at her breasts, cunt - but they were His only - forever.
Possession was not their way, but they were, in the end, only human.