Blessed by the Moon Goddess

Chapter2

In the back of my mind, I suddenly remember the Blessing ceremony. My face falls in horror as I realise I might be too late.

I begin to run back to the temple. The ache in my chest grows dull and my heart pounds faster.

The ceremony is a coming of age rite for witches; it only happens once when we turn 21. If I don't make it in time, I'm never getting a second chance and all my preparation would have been for nothing.

I'll never belong.

By the time I reach the gathering, I find the temple completely empty. The crowd has dispersed. The ceremony is over.

I missed it.

I fall to the ground at the foot of the temple as I lose myself completely. The tears come pouring down my face like a waterfall and I can feel my head starting to hurt as well.

Everyone is right about me. I must be cursed. In just one night I've lost everything and I'll never have a second chance. Never.

“Get up, child” My thoughts are put on hold I and raise my head slowly at the voice. My eyes grow wide as I see the moon goddess herself before me.

I rush to my feet and bow to her, despite my splitting headache.

“You are not cursed, dear child. You carry my blessing within you. The gift of health and of life”

“B-but I missed the ceremony and I'm not even a pure blood witch” I say, lowering my gaze to the ground.

“You are special. More than you know. And now, I give you a blessing like none other. The pleasure of healing”

I'm unable to form coherent words in her presence. It's overwhelming and I'm in awe of her ethereal beauty.

“Go forth my child. You shall accomplish great things”

And just like that, she was gone. I'm still standing alone, confused. I stare up at the full moon, sitting in the sky, surrounded by stars before I leave the temple to head home, feeling a strange sense of peace and relief.

My home stands alone in the woods, away from everyone else. As I near it, I hear someone groaning in pain. I look around and find a man sitting on the ground with his back pressed to a tree. His clothes are covered in blood and he has clearly lost a lot of it.

I rush to his side on instinct. I feel his restraint but he is too weak to push me away.

“Just let me help you” I swing his arm over my shoulder for support and usher him into my hut. I lay him on the bed gently and start preparing herbs to help with his wound.

When I'm done, I force him to drink the concoction then I take off his shirt to clean his wound. I see claw marks, realising that he is probably a werewolf. Any other person would be dead already.

His temperature is alarmingly high and he begins to shiver. I know I don't have anything that will keep him warm enough so I begin to act on basic knowledge.

I take off all my clothes till I'm completely naked, then I slide into the bed next to him. I cling onto him tightly, and I feel a thrill run through his body. I begin to run my hands up and down his torso in an attempt to heat him up.

I do not know how, but I can feel it working. His eyes open slowly, until he is staring into my eyes, our bodies flushed against each other. His gaze travels down to my bare chest. My huge round t**s are pressed against his hard body.

Before now, I've never had any form of contact with a man, yet—surprisingly—I don't shy away from his gaze.

Instead, I adjust myself into an upright position, my breasts are now stationed in front of his face. I'm not sure how I know this will work, I just do. I bring his head closer to my breasts.

His lips part in an attempt to speak. His voice is low and weak, but audible.

“What are you doing?” I see the doubt and confusion in his eyes. But I can also feel the growing bulge in his pants, proof of his arousal.

“Suck” I say to him, inching my already hard n****e closer to his lips. “Trust me” I say again, urging him. I'm still unsure what is meant to happen but I feel like I am being guided.

He brings his face down, taking my n****e into his mouth. Almost instantly, I can feel my milk going into his mouth. He begins to suck harder, seemingly recovering his strength.

I can barely hold back my soft moans of pleasure as his tongue swirls over my n****e. He grabs my other breast, fondling it as he continues to suck on the other.

The man pulls away momentarily then proceeds to lift me onto him so I'm straddling him. He resumes torturing my sensitive breasts with his mouth.

He lets out soft groans of satisfaction as he alternates sucking both n*****s. His hand moves down to my butt he grabs it, squeezing softly. The sudden motion elicits a gasp from me. His hands move back up my body, slowly finding my breasts again.

Just as I am about to fall apart, he stops. I try to steady my breathing as he licks his lips while maintaining eye contact. It's a movement that makes me feel hot.

“I thought I was a dead man for sure. Yet I've been saved… by a woman's breasts” he says with a smirk. “Who are you?”