Gods Amongst Us Pt 2: Son Of Cernunnos
I was clearing debris from my makeshift altar when I heard the distant echo of snapping branches from the ancient copse just behind me. Immediately I felt a ripple of discontentment. It was the first Spring Equinox I had been able to celebrate free of responsibility and obligation and although my incantations had been spoken, offerings placed at the alter and oaths pledged I was not ready to relinquish my long-awaited weekend of meditation and moon bathed masturbation to host some disorientated hikers. This had been the case in the previous weeks as I had been popping back and forth from the village to prepare my chosen little clearing. When nothing emerged from the grouping of forgotten conifers, I concluded my altar place cleansing then padded to the entrance of my tent for a little interlude in preparation for the evening ahead.
As I was about to cross the threshold I noticed a dusty pattern of intersecting triangular shapes and something deep within my cerebral archives immediately offered up a suggestion as to what the marking may be. After a moment contemplating the possibility that I had etched the bind rune into the soil myself after a generous consumption of edibles the night before, I rubbed the ball of my foot over the offending patch of earth and snuggled down on my roll mat.
As the grip of slumber took hold I considered the handful of strange occurrences since I'd set up camp. The resounding percussive pounding I had woken to several times in the night, accompanied by an earthy almost metallic smell filling my textile shelter. My logical quarter had reassured me it was just the usual mysterious acoustics and aromas of nature but then I recalled the unusual tracks around my makeshift toilet, the apparent disappearance of my woollen socks and my only pair of panties. A mystery for another time, now to rest.
I awoke in darkness, the familiar haunting shriek of a fox reverberating through my clearing. The best sound.
The moon was in bloom and there was a slight chill in the air. Strapping on my boots for the first time that day, I grabbed my bow and quiver as I sprung from the tent with clumsy enthusiasm. Time to hunt.
My stride was purposeful as I cut through the thickening woodland just north of my camp toward the burn that I had previously noted many a hare frequenting.
I had that feeling you get when you suspect you may be being followed but you're too preoccupied to turn around and confirm it.
I had been taking shit for my unusual "mesh-mash" of beliefs for as long as I could remember, A custom mix of principles and attitudes taken from the Sioux, Celts, Norsemen and whatever else lit my fucking fire. The first Luna illuminated hare to enter my line of vision was my prey. A worthy tribute to the gods that I would handle with great care from the moment my turquoise-headed arrow met its heart to the ritualistic use of each and every part, nothing wasted, each part honoured in its own right.
I slowed my pace to a dander as I approached my most beloved tree, an ancient weeping willow with her moistened fronds and twisted trunk.
I was raising my hip flask to my lips in gratitude when I was knocked to the ground with such force a gasping shriek escaped from me as my torso made impact with the earth. As I lay there winded and startled I could hear the distinct sound of retreating hooves clip-clopping toward the treeline behind me. Without giving it much thought I scrambled to my feet and fled in the direction of the crag up ahead as bellows in a language I had never heard filled the air. I was trembling with raw fear and confusion as I approached the precipice. I'd never been much of a free climber but as I hauled myself up onto the grassy summit I uttered a "well fucking done" to whatever divine force had been at my assistance and gratefully sucked in a lungful of crisp chilly air.
I lay atop the sodden grass for several minutes giggling with childlike relief.
When I rose to brush myself off was so giddy and drunk with adrenaline that through my bleary vision, the bracken up ahead appeared to be growing in front of my very eyes. By the time I registered what was actually protruding from the ferns, it was too late.
I was so taken aback by the antlers it took me a wee minute to realize they were atop a human head. A head with a masculine face and a voluminous, pointed beard.
As he continued to emerge I instinctively began to growl, although I had little clue what was happening every cell in my body was vibrating in defence. He was close to seven feet, three times my width and I quickly decided my only chance of survival was brute force and perseverance. Before he could take a single step forward I darted directly at him zagging to his right at the last second grazing, past his side and made a beeline for the woodland up ahead.
As I frantically searched for an accessible tree to climb I realized my hip was bleeding. The bastard had cut me.
I was too busy assessing my wound to fully register the snarling and pounding of hooves behind me. I turned in time to see him charging toward me on all fours in complete stag form, as he ground to a halt at my feet he rose and reverted to his human aesthetic save for his antlers, hind legs, and tail.
As I backed away he spoke in that unfamiliar tongue I had heard by the brook, I didn't require any interpretation to know I was being threatened. My nipples hardened in trepidation.
Before I could raise the hastily foraged stump of wood in my hand he had me prone by the throat as a chortled low rumble left his. This dickhead was mocking me.
I blenched as he drew his weathered face to mine and roughly licked my cheek. Muttering another inaudible threat, he slid the fingers of his free hand through my hair and gripped so tightly I rose to my tiptoes.
Without warning I was spun round, nose to bark with a giant ash tree as his fingers remained tightly tangled in my dark tresses and when his other hand resumed its clench on my throat he began rhythmically squeezing his palm against my windpipe. I became aware of how vehemently he snarled each time I gasped for air and I could no longer ignore the disturbingly firm protrusion digging into my tail bone.
As if he could read my mind he abandoned my throat so he could release his threatening cock from his fur lined waistband. I was so distracted trying simultaneously to catch my breath and comprehend the size and heat of his appendage, I barely noticed that my shorts now lay in tatters until two large fingers entered me with such force he had to tug my hair back to keep me upright. It was only when he withdrew and brought the cream covered fingers to his mouth that I noticed he must have retracted his claws, other than my smarting scalp, aching larynx and wounded hip I felt no other pain.
In one smooth motion, his giant-like hands pulled my dainty hips backward, fell to his knees and stroked a firm lick from the head of my trembling clit right to my puckered little arsehole. Before he retreated he swung back his hand and smacked my right buttock so hard I was sure he had broken the skin.
This was his caution but also my invitation.
The hunt had resumed.
I bolted.
For a solid ten minutes I ignored the betrayal of my throbbing clit and secreting lips as he gave chase. On occasion we would scuffle and maim one another but eventually, my injuries were so innumerable I had no flight left.
Time to get feral.
I was leaning against a fallen trunk in a small moonlit clearing when he caught up with me, back to his semi-human form.
I donned my most convincing expression of surrender, his air of smugness filled the clearing as he approached and sat down opposite me with his long legs neatly folded. I slowly reached out and gingerly glided my hand up his enormous thigh, refusing to acknowledge the impossibly fat, still-solid phallus casting shadows beyond his waistline.
His hand landed heavily on my knee in response to my indifference but I firmly brushed him away and with feigned confidence, swiftly slid into his lap.
He grunted in pleasure as I ran my fingers up through his long, moss-laden hair and clenched tight at the back of his skull. After a lustful gaze into his black copper-specked eyes, I brought my lips to his ear.
By the time he'd registered my words, my jaw was locked into position as my teeth sunk dangerously deep into his thick bristled neck.
"I'm nobody's fucking prey"
As his deafening roar pierced the air I spitefully spat a mouthful of his own blood flat into his face. he had me on my back in a heartbeat, his hand clasped painfully tight around my jaw. His mouth reached my ear and whisper-snarled a single sound so violently it ricocheted.
"Flidais"
I knew in that moment I was absolutely fucked.
The pain was excruciating as his monstrously engorged cock-head battered through my folds instantaneously filling my wet hungry cunt, a banshee-esque shriek escaped from my bloodied lips.
I was pinned by the neck and wrist whilst he mercilessly ploughed his marble hard shaft between my gushing walls. I was impossibly wet and each time he thrust to the hilt my cunt would contract and grip like it never wanted him to leave. I don't know how long I lay there being savagely ravaged on the dusty forest floor but the moment I felt him retreating from my aching little hole I dug the nails of my free hand deep into the flesh of his buttock. He smiled wickedly sneering something incomprehensible as he withdrew from me completely and rose to his feet. I was fucking raging. This bastard had marked me, tried to kill me and after entering my body against my will he was refusing to finish the deed. That wasn't acceptable.
I crawled to his feet like a creature in heat and ran my nails up his long muscular legs.
Purposely ignoring his slick, twitching dick I brought my mouth up to his groin and ran my pointed tongue from his perineum to the centrefold of his generously fruitful balls.
Gazing up his towering frame I took each one into my mouth in turn alternating mouthing and sucking motions whilst his pulsating totem slapped me between the eyes. Good, he was getting impatient.
I raised my head toward the stars as I dragged the flat of my tongue around the base of his shaft, slowly ascending each side stopping short of his desperate, engorged head each time. As his groin grew inhumanly hot, I reached a palm between my legs and gathered some growing moisture from my aching, wet cunt folds and generously lathered his beautifully monstrous cock.
His girth required me to use both hands as I twisted my sodden palms up and down his length in opposing directions.
The grunt I'd elicit from his chest each time my tongue darted out to lap at the constant pooling of thick, earthy precum were sending my slutty little cunt into overdrive., I was pooling down my legs and I just knew he could smell me. When I finally puckered my lips around the rim of his fleshy helmet he almost lost his balance. I was in the same state of bliss as he, nothing got me off more than someone finally realizing I was the one truly in control.
I plunged my mouth down and took him in completely. Almost immediately his hips began to buck wildly, throat fucking me furiously without any regard for my physical comfort. After Gagging and retching several times I grabbed the wheel back and bit down on the base of his shaft. My mouth flooded with a stream of precum and he came to heel allowing me to continue my slightly less aggressive oral attack. I could feel the familiar rigidity and tightening in his balls, he had denied me once. Now it was his turn.
I rose to my feet shooting him a seethingly defiant glance and stretched out my palm to lean on the nearest tree, back arched and legs widespread as I parted my smooth cunt lips from behind and ran two fingers on either side of my hard, twitching clit.
He was behind me within a blink and as I began to tease him by gyrating my arse to inhibit his reentry, that familiar growl rose in his throat and every cell of my being was crying out for him to tear me apart. He roughly slapped his cock against my entrance and we both nigh howled in tandem as my damp walls sheathed tightly around him once more.
I was more than willing to submit to him this time, I melted into his brutal embrace as he pulled me upright hard against him snaking his arms diagonally across my torso so one was over my shoulder and the other across my abdomen. In between our animalist grunts and snarls he uttered "Flidais" at seemingly random intervals and as he repeated it for the final time I understood that that was who I was to him now. White hot pain ripped through my upper left trapezius as he sank his sharpened teeth into the nook of my neck. I twisted my neck round and kissed him hard, my tongue lapping at the blood on his and sunk my teeth into his lower lip as we parted mouths.
He was going to fill me.
He backed my hips up and allowed me room to turn, refusing to exit my body and in two careful rotations, we were face to face our mouths greedily locking together as the course ash bark clawed through my back. At the last moment, he pulled my thighs up onto his hips and began bludgeoning my cunt so violently it was as though he was trying to fuck the mortal out of me. His 'final strokes' seemed to last a lifetime and even at that, I didn't want it to end.
He yanked my hair back by the crown and pushed his open lips onto my jaw and I could barely hear his roars of climax over my own primal howling as he filled my craving core with his hot potent cum. The acoustics of moist slapping echoed through the trees as he concluded his final thrusts. I'd never been filled so thoroughly, Who knew my capacity was so great.
Sometime later, he finally withdrew from me and the searing pain that followed was so intense I must have blacked out.
The next thing I recall is waking up in my tent to the sound of morning birdsong and crackling wood. I crawled to the end of my roll mat feeling well rested but heavily torn and bruised when I noticed two familiar aromas in the air. One of coffee which seemed to be emanating from the well-stoked campfire and that of witch hazel. I followed that scent down and opening my formerly lost knickers, realised a home made poultice had been placed in the gusset.
You'd never get that quality of aftercare from a mortal, I'll be healed and ready by next weekend.

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Gods Amongst Us

Her legs hurt, she is hot, and she swears there's a pebble in her shoe that hides every time she takes it off to check, and yet she is there. Osa hikes deeper and deeper into the wooded area searching for the perfect spot, where the wildest shrubbery is blooming with life. That is where she’ll make her offering to Cernunnos. That'll be her first offering, and the first time she’s ever tried to contact a pagan deity. She doubts he’ll even respond in the ways she’s hears. She’s been walking for maybe two hours when she realizes she is lost. She tries not to panic; this is a first for her. She’s never gotten lost in wooded areas, they feel so much like home, but here she feels lost. Then just up ahead she sees it, the perfect place. It is as if it has been waiting for her. Natural vines bind a group of oaks together around a small clearing, the sun streams through the branches illuminating it; even its earthy smell is crisp and new. She settles in to begin her offering.
Osa lays out her linen scarf in the middle of the sanctuary she picked out. She sits down and begins to create an altar. She lays out the rabbit skin she bought at last year's Renaissance Fair, on it, she lays a freshly picks Agbalumo and a Lickie Lickie, she pulls out a bottle of warm Guinness (he is Celtic after all) and pops it open, and lastly a candle makes from animal fat that she got from a mystics shop in town. She sits back and admires her work. It is nothing to the magnitude of what she’s seen the Priestess back home do, but it looks right, and so she is proud of it. she lights the candle and pulls out the prayer that the Priestess wrote up for her. “I raise my hands in Prayer to Cernunnos,” she begins “To him I pray, to the Antlered God. To he who holds opposites apart To he who brings opposites together I raise my voice in honor and longing, Calling Cernunnos, The Antlered God.”
Osa puts down the paper, having the prayer well in heart, and rests her hands on her knees palm up. she closes her eyes and lifts her head toward the canopy of trees above. She channels her energy as she feels it flowing from her body to mingle with the energy of the forest, as she continues. “Hear me, Cernunnos, See my hands extends. See my pain and my weakness, my fear. I am the lame deer in the forest, the faltering lamb at the edge of the herd.”
Osa feels a sudden whoosh of what she can only describe as energy, like a tingling ripple through her body. She quickly opens her eyes to only find the peaceful blue sky between the green branches. With renewed belief in what she is doing, she closes her eyes to finish the prayer. “Generous One, Grant me clarity and balance. Remind me of the unending truth of my strength. Wolves may come, and slathering foxes: I am them too. Let me know my own face.”
This time no whoosh or energy rather a slow thrum through her. It starts at her head and slowly begins to encompass her. Osa sighs to herself. This is her sign. The air becomes thick and it is as if she can feel all the life of the forest, but she isn't scared, she’s excited. Maybe she is too excited, suddenly she is flush with heat and her nipples tighten painfully. She opens her eyes to shake the feeling. She is supposed to feel reverent, not frisky. When she does that, she sees him. She is convinced she is hallucinating. What is in that candle? She simply stares.
He sits on the other side of the altar that Osa had created, his body in a position that mimics her own. His legs crossed in front of him, his hands palm up on his knees and his head heavenward. His head slowly focuses on her, his fierce hazel eyes are almond-shaped and serpentine. They gaze back at her, taking the breath from her lungs. He is a big man with tan skin and broad shoulders. He is truly the Antlered God, for he has the antlers of a stag with intricate Celtic knots carved into them, the base of which disappear into a thick mane of wavy chocolate-brown hair. His hair travels the length of his naked body. His face is angular and his lips thin, he smiles at her. His facial hair, though short is rather wild. Around his neck is a golden torque that glints in the streams of sun and perched around his wide shoulders is a thick long snake. It wraps around one of his arms and hisses. Cernunnos upper arms are banded with gold and marked with Celtic knots. Light brown hair dusts his chest and travels south to where his erection confidently pointed northward, the tip laying against his belly button. Osa can do nothing but stare.
“Do you truly believe that I exist here with you, or must I allow you to gaze upon me a bit longer?” His voice is deep and rumbles through the forest. “I...you c-... You're here in the flesh.” Osa stammers causing his smile to grow wider. How he regards her makes the hair stand up all over her body. She racks her brain for any reading ever mentioning that a god or goddess has ever shown in the flesh. She can’t come up with one. “You did summon me, did you not?” With his every word the surrounding forest seems to respond. The greenery sways, wind whistles through the trees, the flowers turn to face toward them. She can see it all. She is sensitive to it.
“Yes, but-but I never will have imagined that...” “Yet, here I am now, precious one.” He says leaning closer. The movement causes the snake about his arm to coil and hiss, he strikes out and Osa squeals falling backwards. Cernunnos laughs good naturally, “Do not worry, precious one. You're safe with me.” He puts the snake to the ground, and she watches with fascination as it curls into itself next to the Celtic deity. Cernunnos pushes to his feet with an amused smile. For such a large man he is lithe. He offers his hand and pulls her to her feet. Osa floats in a state of disbelief and awe as she touches him and a surge of energy pulses through her. She moans loudly. She is taken aback by the feeling; she’s never imagined it will be so erotic.
“Why do you not feel worthy of my presence?” He asks not letting go of her hand. His beautiful energy continues to pulse through her, Osa can barely think, only feel. She pulls her hand from his, “I-I don't know what to say? This is my first time doing anything like this. Why won't you go to anyone else? There are probably thousands of others invoking your name as we speak and-and you're here with me?” He gives her an inquisitive look before reaching out and slowly stroking her cheek. He touches her as if he is curious about the feel of her skin. She nozzles into his touch; his strong energy pulses through her. He steps closer, he smells wonderfully of the earth, spicy and male. They are barely a whisper apart, and he towered over her. His hands dove into the thick mass of her curly hair and gently tugged it, pulling her gaze up to him.
“Do you understand who you are?” He asks softly, “I've been calling to you since you are old enough to venture into the woods alone.” His gaze alone is enough to send her into a sweet paralysis as she loses herself in it. “Who am I?” Osa asks barely over a whisper. “You are a daughter of Oshun,” He responds with an amused smile. His fierce eyes search her face then travel down her body.
“So many bindings,” He says mostly to himself. He grabs the hem of the yellow shirt Osa wears, rips it down the middle, and pulls it down her shoulders in one swift motion. “What are you doing?” she asks as she backs out of his reach. She backs up so far, her back hits a tree. His brow furrows at her reaction, “I've frightened you.”
Osa stands before him in nothing but a mini skirt, her tattered shirt still hanging from one arm. It occurs to her that she is in the middle of a wooded area with a huge guy who can easily over power her, out run her, and happens to be sporting the biggest erection she has ever seen. He just ripped her shirt off of her for goodness’ sake. Then who is he?
“You doubt me again.” He says. He slowly approaches her and holds out his hand. “I've promised to never harm you. You will always be safe in these or any forest. This I swear.” He once again is a whisper away. He bends down to her eye level and places her hand on the back of his neck, the familiar surge of energy return. “See for yourself.”
His gaze never leaves hers. Trailing her fingertips over his scalp, Osa feels where the scalp gives way to thick antlers. She jerks back when she feels it. He is legit, a real Celtic deity, in front of her. He laughs to himself, “I thought you'd know so much more when this day comes.” His hand comes back to stroke her cheek. She basks in his touch, nuzzling his hand like a content kitten. “What was I supposed to know?” she asks. Her eyes close of their own accord as she sinks deeper into the feel of him. “You are to know that you are a daughter of Oshun, the beautiful Yoruba goddess. Her blood and power run through you.”
His finger traces her jaw and settles beneath her chin. He pulls her face up to gaze at him. “You smell of her, of honey. She's in your beautiful ebony skin. She twinkles in your eyes; she even causes you to revel in pleasure despite your fear.” His lips descend on hers, sending the world reeling around. The energy pulsing through her is so intense she melts against him. His kisses are wild and his tongue dominates her mouth. Her body vibrates from it.
“Osa,” He growls into her mouth as he presses his body into her. The bark of the tree presses deliciously into her back as one of his thick legs presses between hers, his erection caught between their bodies. Some conscious part of her wants to beg for him to stop while another wants him to push farther. He grabs handfuls of her skirt and slowly drags it up her legs, while his lips nibble down her neck. It isn't long before his fingertips drag along her inner thigh, and she shudders against him.
“Osa, I want you to understand that my intention is to take all of you, to revel in your beautiful body. I will not force you but I will try my hardest to gain your compliance. It is the hunt in me after all.” He ends on an amused laugh, pinning her with a hazel gaze. Osa nods to Cernunnos. Who is she to deny a god? “You object.” He states and not asks. She is beginning to notice that he doesn’t ask many questions. Fat, warm drops of tears fell onto her cheeks but Osa continues past the lump in her throat, “I don't want to be used, I don't want to be shamed, and I don't want to be hurt.” He strokes her face again, “Precious one, I will not hurt you.”
“You said that already,” Osa says filling with anger and frustration. She yanks his hand from her face and pushes against his chest. It is like trying to push a tree, he doesn’t budge. “I didn’t come here to get fucked in the woods like some freshman in a horror movie; I came here for clarity, for peace. But you're just like them. You're going to fuck me and leave. You're not even my patron god!” Osa tries again, unsuccessfully to push away from him.
In a swift motion he has both her wrists pinned above her head with one hand, while the other grips her face and holds it up to gaze into his eyes. “One thing I will not allow you to do is insult me!” He doesn’t shout, but he is fierce, “I know exactly why you are here and if you were more experienced you'd understand what I am here to teach you.” Osa feels the panic begin to rise within her, but he kept her face trained on him. “You don't truly understand your power!”
Osa feels the most powerless she’s ever feel in her life. Her squirming and only succeeds to hurt herself. “What exactly is my power?” “People, spirits, and beings they will come into your life and some will give and some will take but you have the power to decide. You decide how much they take and certainly how much they give.” “So now you're going to fuck the understanding into me, is that it?” Osa says. She can’t help herself. She feels cornered and she lashes out when she does.
He looks as if he can slap the shit out of her but then his features suddenly change back into that amused grin. “Of course you'd respond like this, you are Oshun's child. I am here to show you something different. With me, give what you will and take what you must. It's a balance you must learn and I’m your teacher. It's a balance that occurs throughout the forests, throughout nature.” It takes a while for her to absorb all that he is trying to tell her but as she did she feels lighter, her soul freer. She even relaxes against Cernunnos restraining body. “If I'm going to give what I will, shouldn't I be free?” He let go of her taking a step back. His grip leaves her wrists and jaw sore. “Precious one, what will you give?” He asks, leveling a heated gaze on her.
Osa is suddenly put on the spot and feels awkward. She knows sex is the goal and if she truly has no inhibitions, nothing will stop her from jumping his godly bones this minute but something holds her back. “I give....” she stands for moment thinking before she decides. At the thought of standing topless in front of him her body flood with heat and arousal, her nipples stiffen. She slides her mini skirt past her hips and down her legs to pool to at her feet. Last to go is her micro-thong. He growls deep in his chest, a sound of want, one that pools heat between her legs.
“You gave, and now you will take,” He says walking toward her, his steps slow and measured. Like a war drum her heart begins to beat resoundingly. His hands are the first thing to touch her, sending waves of pure lustful energy threw her. They settle on her shoulders and follow the curve of her neck, down her chest, to brush against her nipples. Osa moans loudly and his hands retreat. She is breathless. He leans down to devour her lips, and his thumbs find her nipples again. Pure perfect pleasure thrums through her. His kisses travel down her neck to her breast. He engulfs each of her small brown nipples, making her tremble. His kisses travel lower toward her belly his tongue dips into her belly button, her pussy floods in anticipation. Instinctively her hands caress his head, only to be reminded of the antlers that sit atop him. The realization makes the experience even more surreal. He travels lower, nuzzling the bare skin of her mound. Swiftly, he swings one of her thighs over his shoulder. Osa quickly grips his antlers for stability, then realizes what she’s done and feels a pang of embarrassment. Cernunnos merely laughs into the folds of her heat. His tongue finds her pearl, expertly, and she sharply gasps. His tongue traces lovely circles, it teases and satisfies. He draws her clit into his mouth to suckle on it, and her eyes roll to the back her head. It isn't long before she is shuddering violently from the strongest orgasm she can imagine. Cernunnos slowly withdraws from her, rising from his knees while Osa slowly sinks to hers in a heap of satisfaction.
His amused grin is there, “Shall you give or will you take again.” Her body is a sensitive heap she can’t 'take' any more even if she wants to, and she does so want to. “Give,” Osa mutters looking up at the deity. “I'll give,” positioning herself on her heels before him; she places her hands on his thigh lightly dragging her nails up. He hisses his approval and she continues. She places the head of his cock on her tongue savoring his heat in her mouth. She suckles his head for a time until she feels his cock jump, then she presses him further into her mouth. Slowly, she pushes to her limit trying to avoid the embarrassing choke. She withdraws and presses forward wrapping her tongue around the shaft. She picks up speed until she hears him growl his pleasure. She pulls him out of her mouth to bathe the underside of his massive cock. She wraps her hand around it, pumping it as she paid homage to his testicles, hanging heavily and proudly.
“Osa,” He growls her name. Swiftly he reaches down and pulls her to her feet. “Now, you take.” He presses her back to the oak behind her and pulls her knee up his hip. “No,” she says barely over a whisper, “Now, I give,” she guides his cock to her opening. He pushes into her slowly, stretching her impossibly. He leans his forehead on hers, his antlers surrounding them both. She groans in pleasure-pain.
“Precious one,” he says before kissing her tenderly. He slowly pushes to the hilt, and she whimpers. It has truly been awhile, and maybe Adunbi just isn’t as sizable as Cernunnos. He pauses long enough for her to adjust and to his size before he withdraws and surges forward. Osa whimpers against his lips. He pumps into her again with a satisfied grunt, and the pain begins to withdraw, and she moans. He picks up speed grunting with every stroke. Like a stroke of lightning in his every rut, exquisite energy runs the length of her body until she is shuddering. Her legs shake so bad he pulls her other knee up his hip, holding her weight on his arms. She grabs onto his shoulders for support. He pumps into her, grinding his pelvis against her, putting beautiful pressure on her clit. Osa shudders violently as he pumps harder into her. She reaches a peak and titters precariously on it. His kisses become more dominating and as he bites down on her bottom lip. Osa spasms and cums hard. His pumping becomes soppy, making delicious slapping sounds. Just around the corner is another orgasm that has her eyelids fluttering and all the muscles in her body spasm. Roughly Cernunnos groans, pumping his seed into her. So far gone is she, Osa melts into his chest. The last she remembers is his tender hands caressing the small of her back as she slips into deep slumber.
Osa wakes up to the fading sun, laying in the clearing. She is fully clothed minus the tattered shirt. Cernunnos is gone. She looks around frantically. There is no trace of him. She feels panic rise inside her. He is gone; he takes what he wants and leaves. Suddenly, the wind picks up and on its breath she hears a familiar amused chuckle, 'Have you learned nothing' the sound is comforting. She remembers his lesson, even in what had happened he never took from her, rather, she gave. Somehow, that realization gives her sweet peace. She begins to gather her things to find her way out of the woods when she notices her altar. The Agbalumo has been eaten, the Lickie Lickie has clear indentation of human teeth, and the Guinness is empty. Between these items squirms a thick snake. This makes her smile. Osa has gotten more in this offering than she ever bargained for. She got more than a sign, she received a lesson.

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