Erotic Priestess – A Hot Beltane Impregnation Fantasy Part 1
My erotic priestess fantasy isn’t quite as dark as my demon one. But, I hope you like it nonetheless. This is more of a harlequin sex fantasy because it’s about the sensations and the connections as well as the graphic nitty-gritty details.
Beltane is a time of fertility, growth, and sexuality. It’s a fire festival that celebrates the union of the God and the Goddess in the cycle of life. This holiday is a time of feasting, love-making, and joy. It takes place between April 30th – May 1st. So, let’s celebrate the union between Earth and Sky together.
I’m standing in the center of the Circle completely naked. Well, except for a flower crown on top of my head. All around me are men and women who are also completely naked. They stand around the outer line of the Circle holding hands. I carry the Maypole in my right hand (symbolizing the masculine) and a ring of flowers tied with green and white ribbons in my left hand (symbolizing the feminine).
Before me stands my chosen man, the one I will copulate with. He lays on his back on top of the altar, which is covered with a red cloth sprinkled with hawthorn. My lower belly clenches from the sexual energy surrounding the pair of us. Since this is a time of fertility, part of the purpose of this ritual is to get me pregnant.
I smile warmly at the thought of my belly getting bigger.
At that and the thought of feeling those kicks and jabs inside of me. I want to feel my tits swelling with life-giving milk. The idea of making a new life is exciting on so many levels. I want to be impregnated. The desire and need to feel hot cum shooting inside my pussy is intense. It’s about to start and the entire purpose of riding my chosen man’s cock is for him to plant his seed deep inside my womb.
I stare intently at the man in front of me. He’s already half-hard with his gaze pointed toward the blazing fire just outside of the Circle. Then, slowly, his gaze fixes itself on me, and his cock twitches as it stiffens. I can tell he is getting excited about the union as well. He knows it’s a great honor to be chosen to procreate with the High Priestess.
I stick the Maypole in the ground beside the altar then drape the ring of flowers and ribbons around it.
The chanting begins and the onlookers start to pair up – males with females. As the couples begin to lock their lips and entangle their tongues, I approach the man atop the altar. His cock twitches again while we lock eyes.
I climb on top of him and lean my face down so that it’s close to his. My tits brush his chest as I press my lips against his in a passionate kiss. It’s time for him to impregnate his Priestess. My core clenches deep within me in anticipation of what is to come. The physical unity, as well as the spiritual and emotional bond, is thrilling. This is something we’ve both been looking forward to for a very long time. Both of our fantasies are about to come true.
To Be Continued…
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