17. ‘you’re insane’. Sure. I make no excuses for that.

Chapter 17

‘you're insane'. Sure. I make no excuses for that.

ZENYA

"Running With the Wolves" by AURORA

A beautiful dark energy ripples through the air as Hecate begins to circle me with a hungry glint in her eye.

All she wears is the sheer black sheath, which accentuates her luscious curves. The flawless round hips of a goddess, sharp and delicate angles, power and strength in every muscle. She bears a regal grace—something I could never mimic.

My skin overheats, breaking out in warm tingles.

Some of Hecate's intricate braids begin to coil onto the crown of her head, lifting the thick tresses until they cascade to the base of her spine instead of the ground.

The crackling fires awaken, bursting an incense-like fragrance into the air, casting the perfume scent of cinnamon and sage. The Goddess of Magic presses her lips into a pleased and primal smile.

Enchanting is too weak of a word for the scene.

As if the moths and fireflies have merged into some new creation, they flutter toward me, reminding me of glowing wisps with pulsing tendrils. Like glittering kite tails, the wisps occasionally brush my body, tickling my skin. They remind me of little jellyfish.

"Now, isn't this a charming little development?" Hecate muses and lifts a finger toward one of the wisps.

Two settle upon my nipples, and I arch, hissing. The serpents squeeze their bodies, tightening their holds on me while their tongues rasp at my skin.

"Wha-what are they?" I breathe out as more brush my skin.

Something like a melodic whisper lilts in my ears, and I gasp as the wisps pulsate with a glow that times to those whispers. Are they—talking to me?

Zenya… the voice echoes in my subconscious.

Is something else talking to me?

"It is rare, but sometimes lost dreams find their way to the heart of a weaver," Hecate explains while capturing a wisp and touching her lips to the soft fluff before releasing it. "Like following a trail of magical crumbs, but the crumbs are your essence. The spirits of these lost dreams have united with your imagination, Zenya. When they sense life, mortal essence, and human blood, they will always gather around such. Morpheus will be quite proud."

"Mmm…" I inhale sharply as more wisps collect along my skin, gifting me those heated tingles but with pricking undercurrents. Almost like the mildest of static shock. "Oh, please…more!" I plead.

At first, the wisps seem timid, but a few more tearful pleas, more arching my body, more of the serpent tongues kindling my blood, and the lost dreams skate across my skin, casting warm prickles along my belly, my legs, my arms. They seem to know what I need, what I want, what I most desire, but they take their time. I've arched so high, my hips and ass no longer touch the ground.

Under Hecate's carnal gaze, the wisps shower my skin like a host of shattered stars, brushing their tendrils back and forth. My thighs clench, my core desperate for fulfillment, flesh crying out for bliss while the wisps slide all around my breasts that grow swollen and heavy, nipples puckering. The others crawl along my inner thighs, their tiny tendrils creating a dance of sensations. Electric tingles course through all my skin.

"Oh, gods!" I whimper, gazing at the swirling gray sky, surrendering to the sensations.

"Good girl," Hecate says, towering above me, her body heat cascading around me. I breathe in her scent, a sensual musk like currant wine, Amyris, and smoky dark lilies, unfurling along my body.

This place is like a drug of dark magic. The deepest and blackest of aphrodisiacs.

Little by little, the wisps twirl upon my areola, closing in with their dancing vibrations that seem to speak the language of my body—the natural rhythms of my flesh and blood. The others skirt my labia, radiating their energy upon my wet folds.

My fingers clench so tightly, and the serpent bodies constrict harder to keep me anchored. Sweat breaks out all over my skin.

Some wisps below pull apart my pubic lips, freeing others to gently sweep across my pussy, tickling my slit with their liquid-warm currents. My inner muscles flutter.

"So close!" I shut my eyes.

A moment later, they kiss my pebbled nipples and suckle my clit, shocking me with those electrically heated tingles and cocooning me in their liquid light.

Just as it feels like I'm about to snap, a gust of air surges over me, and I moan as the wisps flutter away.

"No," I protest as Hecate bids the wisps to collect around the bonfire instead.

Her floor-length black hair begins to sway, moving by an invisible wind. Her intricate braids glitter with eldritch symbols and a deep, bronze light that mirrors her radiant skin.

A wave of heat and lust overcomes me.

Hecate's eyes, dark as the abyss, lock onto mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. The goddess's form seems to shimmer, and the air around us grows heavy with an ominous but ethereal energy.

Caught in her magical gaze, I feel the power emanating from Hecate, a raw and ancient force that terrifies and enthralls me. My tattoos pulse, my breast grow heavier, my nipples harden more, and my pussy smolders with a soaked heat.

Slowly, Hecate raises her arms, her elegant fingers elongating into sharp claws.

I choke on a breath as her gothic sheath merges with her body, the fabric melding into her skin as it turns into a sleek, fur-like texture. The eldritch symbols on her hair shift and twist, forming intricate patterns that glow brighter against the darkening fur. They remind me of shining silver tattoos.

As Hecate's transformation continues, her body contorts and reshapes itself. Her limbs elongate and grow more muscular, her back arching as she falls onto all fours. The sounds of bones cracking and muscles stretching fill the air like a macabre symphony.

Awe fills my chest, and I can't look away, mesmerized by Hecate's face shifting, her nose and mouth merging into a powerful snout. Her eyes still burn with that intense bronze light, but now, they are more feral, more animalistic. Sharp fangs gleam in the moonlight as her lips pull back in a silent snarl.

It strikes deep cords of reverence into my being.

Within moments, the goddess crouches as a massive she-wolf, her fur black as midnight and gleaming with a supernatural sheen. The ghostly skeletal dogs, which had once accompanied her, now circle the bonfire, shaking their fur before they synchronize in a flawless circle and arch their bodies. Eerie howls thunder all around the circle. The sound spreads fire and ice in my blood.

Hecate, now a magnificent black wolf, steps closer to me, her glowing eyes never leaving mine. I sense the heat of the goddess's breath on my skin. Intelligence and power radiate in those bronze eyes.

For a moment, the serpent binding my wrists loosen. A sacred honor weaves through me as I reach out a trembling hand.

The she-wolf lowers her head, allowing me to touch the soft, velvety fur. The second my fingers brush the fur, I yelp from the static prickle. A prickle like magic.

Hecate's lips pull back with a toothy grin. Tilting my head, I match her grin. The connection between us is electric, transcending even the bonds of this world.

I'm humbled and honored to witness her transformation…and can't help but wonder if there is more.

The serpents bind my wrists again. The ones coiling along my legs spread me wider.

Eyes widening with a morbid desire, I do my best to breathe as Hecate lowers her great black head between my thighs and sniffs at my sex. A gasp rips from my throat as she nudges her muzzle into my wet folds, parting the lips. Oh, dear goddess, is she…?

At the first swipe of her coarse she-wolf tongue against my distended clit, I come, the orgasm tearing through me like a storm of wildfire. I jerk and screech as hot waves of pleasure soak my face. But the goddess doesn't stop. She laps at my juices, and my clit is pushed back and forth by the strength of her sandy tongue.

The twisted taboo of this overwhelms me, but any cries of protest perish. Nothing in me could claim otherwise. And I'll indulge every drop of forbidden lust when I am in this world of dreams.

Hecate's soft fur tickles my thighs. My fingers itch with the need to pull that massive head closer.

As she torments the fat, swollen nub, the other dogs close in. A wail breaks from my mouth at the first swipe of their tongues. They join with her, but they get my skin, licking my face, my throat, my breasts, rasping the pierced nipples. Hecate's rough hot tongue stabs into my center, tasting and drinking my juices welling up like a flaming spring.

I go over the edge again, screaming and crying and rocking my hips, which has my breasts swinging, triggering the other dogs to sink their teeth in, anchoring me so their tongues may keep licking my hypersensitive buds.

Hecate swipes her thick tongue up. More licking my clit. More flicking and laving and mashing of the clit, and I come so many times I squirt a lake on the forest floor.

Finally, Hecate pauses.

A moment of stillness sweeps over the night, but I know deep within me that the Goddess of Magic is not finished.

"You taste like a divine dream, Zenya. You have pleased me, little weaver."

I pant, practically melting into the soft earth below me. "And here I thought I was supposed to worship you."

A deep snicker erupts from her throat as she shakes her fur. "Oh, you will, little one. I'm not done with you yet."

When she mounts me and juts her hips, the sight of what she reveals tortures all my nerve endings.

The Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft has grown herself a cock, an engorged wolf shaft. My twisted heated gaze roams over every hard inch of it—a long, deep ruddy rod with raised ridges of delicious texture. It throbs and twitches. Hot tears glisten in my eyes from my emotion and the fire and ice warring in me.

If Hecate wants to rip me apart with that humongous wolf shaft, I am powerless to resist. Not that I would. Some dark voice in the back of my mind says ‘you're insane'. Sure. I make no excuses for that.

I shiver down to my bone as she lowers her head and licks my tears away, her tongue warm and coarse along my cheeks, heightening my nerve endings. Hot prickles of pleasure tingle all over my skin as she probes the crown of that massive shaft between my pubic lips to prod my opening.

One long lick of her tongue curls around my mouth, and the goddess stabs inside me, sheathing herself deep, forcing me to open and stretch all around her. My mouth opens with a silent scream. Her tongue sweeps inside, and I choke on it invading my throat.

There is so much cock, I buck, trying to pull away at first, but Hecate throbs inside me, circling her hips to go deeper. She devours my scream.

Panting, I roll my hips forward to adjust to the sheer size and girth of her. When her gaze locks onto mine, burning with otherworldly incandescence, I rocket my eyes wide open.

Serpents bulge and squeeze. Multiple dogs' teeth sink onto my limbs—all to keep me motionless. Oh, Goddess!

"Don't close those eyes, little dream weaver. I want to see the magic in your soul."

Her black eyes glimmer. My heart ricochets as she pounds me with her she-wolf cock, each thrust like a soaked ram battering my insides. Each thrust increases in intensity and deepens until I'm teetering on the edge.

Like an unholy demoness, Hecate dominates me, devilish and carnal. I ache deep inside, but my inner muscles clench, needing more, burning for more. If I can take the God of Nightmares and the God of Dreams…but maybe this is my undoing. Maybe this is my limit. My breaking point.

"Yes, break for me, dream weaver," she commands.

More she-wolf heat overthrows me, and Hecate lowers her jaws to my throat. My breath hitches. Something swells at the tip of the cock. She slides out with ease from how much I'm gushing, and that's when I see the swollen and engorged flesh at the crown. Insanity delves deep within me at the understanding of what it is.

"Stay with me, Zenya. And take my lovers' knot."

With her goddess cock forcing its way in until it's buried deep inside me, pumping harder, and with the other dogs' tongues licking my breasts, pleasuring my nipples, Hecate sinks her teeth into my throat, drawing blood.

Throwing my head back with a shrill scream, I see stars. Eyes wide open, I come. Pulse ravishing my blood and heartbeat ravaging my ears, I explode into a climax like hot shattered feathers surging through me in waves to engulf my pussy and my face.

Hecate snaps, forces her monstrous knot to tear through me, and hooks it behind my pubic bone, triggering power convulsions of ecstasy to thunder through me. Ribbons of pure bliss erupt in heated streams that send my vision spinning.

The world around me spins like a kaleidoscope, bursting countless colors beyond my imagination.

Like I'm in the untamed eye of Hecate's magic.

"Yes, take my essence, Zenya," she growls, pouring ropes of her magic into me—sealed to me, blazing and burning more than the core of a star.

She is violence and harmony. She is poison and healing. She is a seeker and a maker.

She is the Keeper of all Keys. The ultimate Torchbearer. And the Crossroads of the Universe.

And I am… "My dark chosen one," she purrs low, as my inner flesh milks her cock of all the magical droplets I can.

In the next instant, her mouth is on mine. Her Goddess mouth.

I pass out with her lips folding mine back and the unholy taste of her tongue inside me.