“Are you ready, Miriam?” asked the high priestess softly in her ear.
Miriam nodded mutely. Everything – the last few weeks of study, the last few hours of ritual and rite – had led to her dedication within the Grove of Cerridwen. She was more than ready.
“Prepare to meet your God,” whispered the high priestess, with a knowing smile. She knew all too well the pleasure of the high priest’s initiation, and felt a pang of envy for Miriam’s adventure to come.
The low murmur of the rest of the coven fell upon Miriam’s ears, an endless cycle of his name. “Cernunnos, Cernunnos, Cernunnos…”
The sound rose and fell in waves, gradually gaining speed until Miriam felt dizzy just with the sound of His voice. She ached to feel Him, she wanted Him, she needed Him.
With a final frenzied cry, the coven fell silent, and the swish of velvet sweeping the floor told Miriam that they were filing out to the antechamber, leaving her alone in the inner sanctum, awaiting Him.
Her blood pumped in her veins, sang in her head. He is coming, He is coming… My God, my God…
She strained her ears to hear for the approach of the high priest. She knew perfectly well that the God didn’t actually initiate one Himself, but that the high priest took on the element of the God and brought down the power of the God into himself. She also knew that the high priest was a horny, well-endowed stallion of a man by whom it was every initiate’s profoundest wish to be fucked.
In the heavy silence she tried to picture him against the blackness of her bound eyes. He was tall, lean, muscular, physically all that a man should be if he is to incarnate the God. He also had the cheekiest smile she’d ever seen on a grown man, and bright, big eyes that seemed permanently to have a sparkle in them. He had a healthy, virile glow about him, and a confident, self-assured way of holding himself and walking that positively oozed sex. Even before she had seen him naked at her first full coven meeting, she had been sure he would be well-endowed, and he had not disappointed.
She tried to bring to mind that part of him, and found herself smiling contentedly. She remembered the first time they had all disrobed, that first esbat, when she had been so nervous of all those people looking at her, and he – even then, he – had given her a sly look beneath his eyelids as she’d opened her cloak and let it slip down her body. She had seen hunger in his eyes then, and as she’d returned his glance, her own eyes had roamed lower over his body, and seen his thick cock twitch. Of course, he’d known then that he’d fuck her at her initiation… she had not.
And now that night had come. It was Samhain, the most perfect night of the year for magick. “The veil between the worlds is thinnest now,” the high priestess had said as they’d opened the circle earlier that night. “The Wild Hunt rides, and Cernunnos comes back to earth to mate with His Goddess.”
Tonight, her initiation would recreate, actually and symbolically, that mating between God and Goddess. She, on the very night of her induction into the inner workings of the Grove, had been chosen to represent Cerridwen. It was an immense honour, and she felt it desperately: the fear of letting down the coven, the fear of not being good enough for the God… or the man.
It had been some years since her last relationship, and she had been celibate for what felt like far too long. The coven had given her an outlet for some parts of her sexuality, but so far it had not involved any actual sex. She was as nervous as a virgin on her wedding night, and her biggest fear was not being able to give the ‘God’ what he wanted.
Actually no, she thought privately, her biggest fear was something altogether more perverse and bizarre. Her biggest fear was enjoying it too much…
“The Hieros Gamos,” the high priestess had told them solemnly, before anointing Miriam with the sacred oil and blessing her in the elements, “is the culmination of all that we are and all that we do. It is the sacred marriage of male and female, God and Goddess. It is what stirs life into being at the turning of the year. It is a rite of great profundity, but also great passion and energy. It is not to be entered into frivolously, but a sense of fun and enjoyment is essential, to enable the God and Goddess to enter your bodies and your souls, and re-enact their sacred drama.”
The burden of responsibility lay heavily on Miriam’s shoulders. Nobody could ever have called her frivolous, she thought with a wry smile, so there was little danger of her not taking this seriously. But the passion and energy… she wanted it, she yearned for it, but it frightened her too. As a natural empath she feared being overwhelmed by emotion during the act, of feeling too much, even though they’d told her often enough to just fall into the moment and enjoy it.
It was one thing being naked before these people; it was quite another letting herself go completely…
She heard the faintest click from the far corner of the room, and suddenly all her thoughts were subsumed in the greater thought. It is now… he’s here!
She listened as he walked across the room. She realised that, eyes bound and sight forbidden, she could hear so intently that she could distinguish each footstep, and the soft pad of skin on wood as he moved. She could hear the heavy sway of his velvet cloak, and as he drew nearer she could smell him coming too – hot, musky, animal scent of incense and desire.
Her heart felt like it was going to burst. He had come to a halt, and she knew from the spiky scent of him and the shallow rasp of his breath that he was close. How close?
Even as she wondered, she felt one hot – unbelievably hot – fingertip press firmly against the dimple of skin between her collarbones. Fire roiled up her spine and she moaned softly as his fingers found the clasp of her cloak and opened it without a word. The velvet shroud slid luxuriously over the curves of her shoulders and hips, before pooling at her feet in a heavy net.
He took her hands in his, and she gasped at how hot his skin was. She didn’t remember him feeling this hot before, not even earlier tonight. Had he taken something to enhance the experience? There were herbals and oils that you could use to induce hallucination, astral flight, shape-shifting… the coven knew them all, and he as their high priest would probably have used them all before. If there was something to take to enhance the drawing down of the God’s energy, he would surely take it.
He pulled her gently away from the pool of her cloak and led her, naked and blind, to the centre of the room.
Miriam had not seen this room before, but she knew that for the Hieros Gamos a special grove was created, a kind of bed of fur and velvet and flowers that represented the sylvan lair of the Gods. The place for sacred sex…
A delicious shiver passed through her as she walked hesitatingly with him. His hands were so hot, his grip so firm, so purposeful. He had still not spoken to her, but she found herself thinking of his mouth, of that wide, smiling mouth and the way it would feel on hers. Not the way it felt when they were in the coven exchanging the kiss of fellowship, she was sure of that, though even then she had always felt a tingle and wanted it to last longer than the second it did.
She felt soft petals beneath her feet and knew they were at the grove. Incense of lotus and lily was burning somewhere, and the unmistakeable tang of damiana, sacred aphrodisiac. ‘Like we’re going to need that!’ she thought with a smile.
“Something amuses you, lady?” His voice, so unexpected, so sharp with what seemed annoyance.
Miriam felt the flush steal across her face, the hot shame of being castigated. Already she had let him down, let them all down.
“Tell me your thoughts,” he said, a tone more coaxing and gentle, his lips so close to her ear she could feel the heat of his breath on that sensitive skin.
She turned her face in the direction of his voice, and found herself cheek to cheek with him, his skin fiery against hers. “I… I only noticed the damiana,” she admitted, unable to think of a lie and strangely compelled to tell him the truth, no matter how embarrassing.
She felt his cheek dimple against hers as he smiled, and his lips grazed her throat as he replied “And you know we won’t need its help, don’t you?” He kissed her throat, his lips lingering on the hammering pulse in her neck.
“No,” she whispered, her skin burning from his kiss. “No we won’t.”
She turned fully to face him, sensing his presence through sound and smell. She felt the heat of him close to her, and ached to be in his arms at last. Let it begin, just let it begin…
“What do you want of me?” he asked, his voice resonant with hunger as he spoke the required words of the great rite.
Miriam took a deep breath and tilted her face up towards where his ought to be. “To be initiated into the inner mysteries,” she said firmly, though her whole body trembled at the thought of what that entailed. “To become as one with the Goddess and the God.” ‘To be fucked by you,’ she thought desperately.
“And how do you come to the Gods?”
“Naked and blind as a new-born, pure in body and mind…” A calculated lie, that one, and she could almost feel the warmth of his smile as he recognised her pause. “Pure in body and mind and soul, and in perfect love and perfect peace,” she concluded.
“What do you seek?”
“Union.”
“With whom do you seek it?”
“With Cernunnos, the all-father, God of all life and love.”
He fell silent, and she waited anxiously, her heart thumping in her throat. She knew damn well that he wouldn’t turn her request aside, but still there had to be this charade, this pretence of considering the plea of the initiate and deciding upon her merit.
The moment seemed eternal before his voice sounded again, his mouth close to her ear again. “Come then, initiate, and enter into the love of the Gods.”
This was it… this was the moment. At last!
She felt his hands on the back of her head, and realised what he intended. She put her hands over his and shook her head. “Leave it on,” she whispered.
He hesitated. “But you have been tested, you don’t have to remain bound…”
She smiled. “I want to,” she said. “Until the end is approaching, I want to sense it, not see it.”
His hands slipped down to her throat. “How perverse of you,” he whispered, before silencing her response with a firm, hungry kiss; a kiss – as she had anticipated it would be – a million miles from the coven’s kiss of fellowship…
He was hungrier than any man Miriam had ever known, and the heat pouring out of him was intense. She knew within an instant of that first kiss that this would be unlike any sexual encounter she had ever had before. The addition of spiritual energy would guarantee that.
As he lay her down carefully against the bed of furs, his hands guiding her, she knew that she could trust him utterly, and that went a very long way to assuaging her fears. He was all consideration, all awareness of her comfort, and he too perhaps knew that the denial of one sense enhanced the others, for his hands, his fingers, were exquisitely tactile.
He lay by her side, and for the first time Miriam felt the full contact of his body against hers. The heat was the first thing she noticed, but as she sensed deeper she realised she could feel the tense muscles of his thigh against hers, the restrained ardour of his rising heartbeat.
One hot finger made contact with her collarbone again, and she sighed contentedly as it slipped lower, rounding the slight curve of her breast, and circling her nipple until it stiffened into a hungry peak. She heard a low growl in his throat, and wondered if he was pleased, or aroused, or bored. Denial of sight enhanced the other senses, but it also left the mind prone to anxieties that sight could confirm or deny in an instant.
The hard pressure of his mouth about her nipple was confirmation enough, and she moaned as his tongue lapped at her, his teeth grazing her skin and sending shards of delicious agony through her body.
His fingers found her other breast as he suckled, working that one into the same frenzied peak of arousal.
The growl that rattled in his throat deepened, and his mouth was rougher on its second descent, his teeth actively nipping at the sensitive flesh of her breast so that she cried out sharply. He paused, and Miriam felt the scrutiny of his eyes on her face despite the blindfold. She wanted to speak but her throat was dry and tight.
“If I hurt you, you must tell me,” he said softly, kissing her breast tenderly and lifting her nipple between his firm lips. “There can be pain if you want it, but I will not cross any boundaries. Think of this as safe play.”
She smiled, recognising the coded phrase of the S/M scene. Of course! Somehow it came as no great surprise to find that he was familiar with that arena, or that he thought she might be.
“I’ve always known,” he said, as if reading her very thoughts. “Your desire to keep on the blindfold only confirmed it.” He bent to her breast again and bit into her nipple. “There are no rules for the Hieros Gamos… getting us both to that final peak is all that matters. And I will make it happen.”
Miriam trembled with hungry anticipation. He was so damn sure of himself, this cocky, arrogant man. Did he have any idea how many men had promised that to her, and how few had actually managed it?
“I’ve done my homework on you, Miriam,” he said in a low growl, his fingers trailing over the soft flesh of her belly and slipping casually over her hairless mound. He skated right over her clitoris in a split second, diverting his fingers to the safer ground of her inner thigh, feeling with pleasure the Pavlovian arching of her back in response to being denied that deeper contact.
Miriam’s pulse was deafening her, heat and hunger battling inside her. His calculated grazing of her clit – and she knew it had been deliberately done to torment her – had sent a shockwave of fire up her spine, opening up the basal chakra and awakening the serpent that lived there. It stretched luxuriantly inside her, expanding her senses and opening in an instant her inner eye.
“Now you can see me,” he purred, knowing exactly what he had done, sensing the shift in her from human to divine animal.
Miriam gasped as she realised that, despite the heavy blindfold, she could picture him in exquisite detail. She looked up and saw his face, dark, flushed with lust, his eyes sparkling like lapis down at her, his mouth twisted into a wry grin. Her inner sight dropped over the broad plain of his shoulder, the tanned flesh of his arm, the long, sinuous fingers working still on her thigh, tracing hot patterns on her skin. Through the angle of his arm she could see the thick rope of his cock, already firm and glaring at her in eager anticipation, the rosy head thrusting forward towards her, almost touching her.
“Do you think I don’t know a shape-shifter when I see one?” he asked, his mouth almost on hers. “I knew it at the first esbat, as soon as I saw you disrobe. I’ve waited a long time to test you.”
The snake uncoiled again, reaching her throat and opening her voice. “I hope I do not disappoint,” she said softly.
He clicked in disapproval. “You shouldn’t waste such self-deprecation on me, Miriam,” he said sternly. “I know what you are, and we both know you don’t believe you’ll disappoint me. You just need to let your true self out, instead of that insecure mortal that everyone else sees.”
A warm glow of pleasure filtered all through Miriam’s body. To be understood at last, to be known and recognised…
“I will make it happen,” he said again, scooping her up suddenly in his powerful arms and lifting her bodily on top of him.
She cried out as she felt the heat of his cock rising now behind her, shoving against her bottom with all the fire of the rest of him. He had deftly managed to position her so that her basal chakra was aligned with his, and the surge of heat that came up from him passed straight through her own body, channelled all the way through her until it lit up her crown in a blaze of silver brilliance. Nobody had ever done this before, nobody had ever known how and she had felt unable to ask, feeling that they ought to know by instinct. As he did…
His hands slid possessively down her body, caressing her throat, cupping her breasts, tattooing her belly with fire and light. They parted company at her thighs, burning out along each leaving a trail of angry heat, that he then looped back into her by taking her buttocks in his hands and holding her down onto him. The circle of energy was completed when she bent down and linked her mouth to his, every breath synchronised and shared, a cycling, pulsing creature with a single intent.
She reached back one hand and found his cock, thick, hard, blisteringly hot. It felt delicious in her palm, as her fingers closed tightly about it and began to slide slowly back and forth. It responded, lengthening, thickening, hardening at her touch. His breath quickened in her mouth, and she could see his pupils dilate as lust drove out all other thought.
She flicked her fingers expertly over his length, teasing the stem and head in turn, then consuming his whole length in one long, swift movement that made it buck and strain and his balls tighten expectantly. This was the part she understood, this was where she felt most comfortable.
She arched her hips up away from him and slid down his body far enough to take him in, and gently edged his cock to her warm opening. She paused, the tip of his cock thrusting at the inviting slit, and as he lifted his hips in frustration, she sank down suddenly and his cock slid hungrily, deeply, inside her, her slippery, aroused slit opening before him like a well-oiled lock before a familiar key.
Miriam cried out in pleasure as he sank deep inside her, the union, the circle, completed at last. She had scarcely imagined he would fit so well, so easily, or feel so perfectly made for her. Her whole body ached from his heat, and waves of eager desire lapped at her deep inside. All fear, all insecurity was washed away as his cock filled her, as she felt his body rippling under hers as they began slowly to move in perfect unison, bodies locked together, souls opening together like lotus flowers.
She could taste him all over her, inside her mouth, on her skin, in her hair. He lay back on the bed of furs, looking up at her, his hands on her back, her thighs, everywhere at once, yet it seemed he was also pressed right up against her, his chest against hers, his mouth on hers. She ground down, striving for more depth, more contact, but he was already fully inside her, his cock fat and juicy and spilling its heat deep inside her.
She trembled with every thrust, every tilt of his hips up against her sending hot floods of pleasure through every inch of her. She could feel the tip of his cock inside her, feel every inch of it sliding, rasping against the walls of her wet cunt, and as he opened his mind to hers she realised she could feel herself as he felt her too. She could feel the thrusting hardness from inside him, feel each tremor as he pushed inside her, and feel the warm grasping of her body sucking at him. She could feel his own arousal inside her mind, and she knew he could feel hers. Perfect union, perfect bond, sacred sex…
We are the God and Goddess, we are all in one, and the true secret of the Hieros Gamos is that there is no male and female, there is only one, one seething mass of flesh and instinct and desire that turns in upon itself when it meets its match, and burns with light and love and lust, and creates itself anew. One flesh, one mind, one body… one rapture.
She didn’t even know which one of them had said it, or thought it, but the knowledge burned inside her mind even as her body melted into his. Spiritual awakening… physical and mental and emotional senses all twisted into one sensation of pure, perfect, discarnate bliss.
He was in her, and she in him, and neither could tell any more where one ended and the other began. She could feel her own crisis coming, rising as inexorably as the spring tide, and she knew, she felt, she sensed his rising too, each wave of pleasure sharper than the last, each breath a little more shallow. She didn’t want it to end, this union, this closeness, this bond. She wanted the climax, wanted it like nothing on earth, but she didn’t want it to end. She fought it back, digging her teeth into her lip until she tasted blood, trying to stop the unconscious churning of her hips against his, trying to pull back.
He held her down firmly, fierce hunger in his eyes and grim determination in the set of his mouth. She would not escape him, she must not… He thrust up into her, stabbing at her with each lunge harder and deeper than the last, anger and desire mingling until he hardly knew if he was hurting her, and hardly cared.
She was weeping, her mouth contorted in a grimace that could have been pain, but which he knew was an intensity of pleasure she felt she could not allow herself to feel. Even now she was trying to hold back, trying to reassert some part of her human frailty over the seething inner divinity that consumed her. Her skin crackled with silver fire as he touched it, his fingers running tremblingly over the flesh of her breasts and curling under the soft, wet mound where their bodies joined to feel the slippery friction of their joint movement. He found the swollen flesh of her clitoris, wet and hot and sensitive, and tweaked it savagely, enjoying as she did the sharp pain of it.
She came suddenly, sharply, catching them both unawares despite their empathic bond, and a great feral howl of release rose up from inside her, spilling from trembling lips and flooding her face with colour and warmth. He held her writhing body still a moment, forcing his cock to stop its pumping so that he could more clearly sense every grinding wave of her orgasm as it rose up and engulfed her.
It had never been like this before. Sex had so rarely made her come, but even when it had it had never been this intense, this powerful. Every sense was alive, every inch of skin and flesh burning and tingling with energy. The sensation was fiercest deep inside her, but everything tingled with it. Even her hair seemed to be spasming, even her toenails!
She looked down at him, seeing with her inner eye still, and watched with intrigue as waves of golden light rippled over his body. She could see the mingling of their auras as clearly as she could feel the union of their bodies, and it was wonderful. Awesome, in the truest sense of the word.
She realised on looking, feeling, more closely that he was holding himself back for her sake, delaying his own pleasure that she might indulge in her own. He knew that it was a rarity for her, that it was special. He had promised he would make it happen for her, and despite her scepticism, he had done just that.
A smile widened on his mouth as he read her thoughts, and Miriam noticed again that arrogance, that cock-sure certainty he possessed. His eyes glinted with fire and she realised that – God or man – it would have happened. That sense of self-assurance was disconcerting, but it was also very exciting. She had never known a man so aware of himself before, and it took her breath away.
She brought her thoughts into focus once more and gently contracted her cunt muscles around his still raging cock. His arrogance annoyed her on some level, and anger and passion had always blended in her to create the sweetest of sensations. It scared most men to see her fury in the midst of sex; somehow she doubted it would have the same effect on him.
She squeezed again and smiled as the colour suffused his face. His eyes darkened for a second, aware that somehow she had stolen control of the situation when he had most thought himself in charge of it. Her orgasm had put her at his mercy, in grateful thrall to him, but now there was not a note of subservience in her. She was wild and furious and hungry… delicious!
She ground down onto him hard, slowly and purposefully, feeling the length of him rise and fall inside her. Being atop him she could control the pace, the depth, everything. She rose up until the length of his shaft was outside her, just the tip clinging on to her wet embrace. She lingered there for a breath or two, watching him wrestling with a desire to thrust back into her, but realising that she had moved too far away from him to make that possible.
She sank back onto his cock, luxuriantly enjoying the feel of his hot staff opening her up again, the ache of him filling her completely.
It was agony and ecstasy combined, bodies tantalised to the brink and then brought back from it, auras spiky with colour and heat, souls melded. She could feel him inside her, but she could also feel his thoughts and his emotions. His need.
As she sank again deeply onto him he thrust up to meet her, and suddenly all power-play was over, and they were locked together striving for the same goal. A flash of light burned in her inner eye and she saw a thread of gold and silver twining their minds together as surely as their bodies were linked in flesh. She could feel her own orgasm rising through her, but she could feel his as well. She could feel the subtle shift in him from a man hungry for sex as an experience in itself to a man solely concerned with coming. He was chasing it now and he would not, could not be denied again. The time for teasing was over.
They thrust desperately against each other, as though more depth could be found by pushing harder, faster. He was as deep inside her as it was possible for him to be, and still he wanted more. The heat and the friction were excruciating, blissful, terrifying. Pursuit of the moment felt like pursuit of a sticky, fiery death, as though in the culminating second of bliss they would melt and explode into each other and not be able to become separate again. Yes, this was Hieros Gamos, more intensely than he had ever shared in it before.
The rage and the hunger swelled in him, and he could taste her climax in the back of his throat when it came, and she cried out again, all humanity gone, her face blazing with fire and light and animal fury. She looked different, her face leaner and darker, her hands – tightly twined in his above his head – felt like taloned paws, and he smelled blood as she dug her claws into his hands as the ecstasy broke in her.
With a breathless cry he let go of his own control, and at once the racing heat of his spunk was searing his cock, bursting up and out and into her. He could feel every drop of it leave him, enter her, could see it burning inside her like a river of ivory. His inner eye was blinded with light as he came, and it was so fierce and intense that when he looked at her he could no longer see her, just a halo of gold and red and silver where her face should have been.
Miriam took his seed deep inside her, her muscles clenching at his cock as it emptied its offering inside her. She felt the familiar symptoms of the shapeshift, and flashed a quick glance at him to make sure he wasn’t scared, but he was turning too, his face dark and swarthy with fur, his eyes yellow, the teeth in his open mouth long and sharp.
The blindfold, which had withstood so much activity already, now fell away, and she looked down at him through silver eyes and watched as her own transformation was mirrored in his body. The same cat eyes, the same furry face and ears, the same talon hands. Bliss! Bliss beyond words! How could anyone explain this?
She leaned down and kissed his mouth, felt the sharp prick of fangs as they came together. His cock was still thumping and hard inside her, so unlike other men, mortal men… It seemed to still be emptying into her, and his hips were thrusting jerkily up at her in the throes of an elongated orgasm the like of which she knew he had never felt before.
An exultant sense of victory flooded through her, and the animal lust and rage twisted into a single burst of energetic release as she came again, a ticklish spasm compared to the roaring deluge of the first two, but made so much stronger by having him still inside her.
For a long, intimate moment they stayed bound together, locked mouths and genitals forming a circle of light and energy that screamed through both of them until there was only one creature in that sylvan lair. Spirit in flesh, God in human and animal form…
Miriam ached as the divine animal fell away from her and she settled back into her human form. She was just a woman now, lying in the arms of a man. Lying sated in the arms of a man…
She smiled widely, pure pleasure rippling through her. He was holding her close now, pressing her against him so that no part of her body was not against his. She knew that he had turned back as well, and that this last embrace was the desperate longing to hold on to an experience that was over. She was happy enough to let him hold her, to continue the moment of divine ecstasy for as long as possible.
Any mortal man would have been prey to doubts now, and would have taken this interlude as an opportunity to ask her some inane question to satisfy his own ego. “Did you come? Was it good for you?” He had no such doubts, and nor could he have had. It had been all too obvious that she had been as utterly absorbed in the experience as he had been, and that she had derived as much pleasure from it.
She felt him smiling, and realised he was reading her thoughts again. Instead of feeling invaded, it felt comfortable to be known so intimately. To not have to explain anything…
“And that, my lady, is the real gift of the Hieros Gamos,” he said softly, his breath playing on her face.
His voice flowed over her like honey, and she breathed in every word as though she had spoken them herself. She knew. She knew…
Anyone can share the physical union, and even make something emotive and intimate of it, but there are few who can experience the full depth of the union with the gods that encompasses all the senses, human, animal and divine. It is the ultimate expression of our sublime inner nature, that which makes us more than animals and as large as gods, and it is something so few can attain that most people stumble blindly through life, taking and abusing sex as a physical commodity and never realising how much they are missing.
The Hieros Gamos is not something to be entered into lightly, but it can be achieved, and once you have tasted that divine ecstasy, mere physical union can never be enough again. Once your eyes, your mind, and your soul have been opened to the possibility of the infinite love of the universe, your body can never be sated with anything less. A physical spasm of pleasure is nothing when you have felt your whole self – body, mind, soul – suffused with ecstasy.
Shapeshifting is one gateway to this ecstasy. By transcending the human condition, by incarnating the spiritual and the carnal in changed essence and converted flesh, you take a step closer to the divine. If you have an open-minded partner, or a fellow shifter, the path is yours to explore freely. If you show this essence to blind humans, they will be afraid, terrified, angry; they will not understand.
Choose your partner well, know them utterly and trust them completely. Every man and woman is a star, said Crowley, and when the stars mate they produce something truly magickal. They produce sacred sex… the Hieros Gamos.
[16th November 2006]
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