Free Bad Moon Rising (Blackthorn Wolves) by Vivi Anna

Chapter One
    ––––––––
    A soft, warm breeze tickled the leaves of the big
oak trees as she stepped out of the woods. The weather had been unnaturally hot
for the end of October, and the dying sun had brought no relief to the day’s
humidity. The sultry night air pressed down on her. Sweat trickled down her
back and over the firm swell of her ass. Her red silk robe clung to her clammy
skin, and strands from her long braided hair stuck to the back of her neck. The
walk from her home to the sacred place was short, but in the heat even that
produced enough sweat to slick her skin.
    Bright light from the full moon illuminated the
small clearing. She could clearly see the large wood stump she’d consecrated
months ago for her altar. Slowly, she walked to it, breathing in the sweet
scents in the air. It was a perfect night for making magic.
    She set the wicker basket she was carrying down
gently on the wooden altar. Stepping alongside it, she shed her robe, and
slipped off her sandals. She stretched her arms up to the sky and closed her
eyes. The warm breeze caressed her naked body. The only thing she wore was an
Egyptian ankh amulet around her neck, a symbol of eternal life and sexual
energy. She took in one last deep breath, then turned to her basket and the
work at hand.
    “I call upon the element of air to be present and to
bless the work to be done.” She raised the candle to the night sky. “Hail and
welcome.”
    The invocations she did intensified the ancient
mystical elements that roamed the woods. She could almost see the magic in the
night sky. A faint warm glow emanated around her. The spell would be powerful,
she had no doubt it would work.  She was a commanding witch.
    From the basket, she withdrew a small clay bowl and
set it on the altar.  Next, she took out a little brown, glass bottle, opened
it, and dripped oil into the bowl. The sweet warm smell of cinnamon wafted up
to her nose. She took out another bottle, a plastic one, full of avocado oil,
and poured some into the bowl.
    Dipping her fingers into the mixture, she rubbed the
liquid onto her nipples reveling in the way it made her skin tingle with heat. 
As she touched her skin, power trickled over her cutting a lazy trail down her
belly to pool in between her legs.  Energy crested at her center making her
juices flow.
    She slid her hand over the soft folds of her sex. 
Wet and hot, she rejoiced in the way her flesh heated even more beneath her
fingertips. Slowly, she inserted two fingers inside, pumping lazily, in no
hurry to find release. She loved to play with herself.  The spell would be
stronger because of it.
    Arching her back and spreading her legs even farther
apart, she swirled her fingers over her clit, flinching as her legs tightened
and flexed in response.  An orgasm was building like a raging inferno.
    Increasing her tempo, she fingered her sex while
flicking her clit.  It never failed to get her off and she needed to come hard
for her incantation to be potent.  The elementals would hear her cries one way
or another.
    Within seconds, a surge of pleasure crashed through
her.  Moaning, she clamped her eyes shut and came like a volcano.  Hot cream
gushed over her fingers.
    Panting, she lay there until she had the strength to
move. She sat up careful not to wipe her fingers. She reached into her basket
and gathered her bolline and two pink candles.  With her ritual knife, she
carved an ancient symbol into one candle and set it on the altar. She dipped
her hands into the oil bowl mixing her cum with the tincture. Again, she
anointed the other candle and set it with the other on the altar where she lit
them both.
    The wind picked up and swirled violently around her,
but miraculously did not extinguish the flames. Her magic was strong. She had
seen it do amazing things. This spell, she hoped, would be one of her most
effective. The elementals couldn’t deny her call.
    She raised her arms to the heavens, closed her eyes,
and