Her ankles and calves were bound to her thighs with strong, thick rope, that was then tied to fixtures on the floor.
She was in an almost kneeling position and pushed forward with her torso fully extended, her head pressed to the ground and turned to the right.
Her arms spread wide and tied to two posts, almost like her upper body was in a horizontal crucifixion.
Completely naked, exposed and fixed in place, ready for the ritual.
The soft glow of the surrounding candles caused shadows to dance across her skin, like spirits ready for evocation.
I picked up the bowl of charcoal dust and simultaneously licked the tip of my finger, before dipping the tip into the dust.
Focused and with intent, I began to draw the sigil on her back.
We’d designed and worked the sigil together, taking our time and working the magick in a combined effort. Using our own flavour of magick, understanding and interpretation.
There was no real need for her to be bound at all, but as with all our working, we added the elements that aroused us and added to the moment and most importantly what helped to get us both into the perfect state of mind to perform our craft.
The sigil was complete and I could see the glint in her eyes as we were about to begin.
She began to chant in a whisper creating a breathy rhythmic cadence.
I removed my clothes and stood behind her, I was already extremely aroused.
I got down onto my knees and knelt with my own legs on the outside of hers. I put my hands on to her raised ass, she was completely fixed in place. Anchored by her restraints.
My cock, hard like iron as it fully realised its yearning lust.
I held my cock, touched the tip to the base of her pussy and stroked it along the full length. I could see the glistening of her own stimulation as I began to push myself inside her. The rhythm of her chanting briefly interrupted as she moaned with delight.
I pushed myself fully inside her, filling and stretching her as my cock throbbed and ached. I began to rock back and forth moving inside her and at the same time, I started my own chant.
Quickly the pace increased as I pulled out almost my full length before pushing it all the way back in again.
The pace increased further as did the force. I controlled every motion as she was held firmly in place.
As I incessantly thundered inside her, our chants became one, becoming the beat to our carnal composition.
Her vocalisation occasionally interrupted by whimpers of pleasure and delight as mine became more guttural.
Building and building, increasing the speed and the impact as I fucked her with a primal, animalistic ferocity and we both used the energy to focus our intent.
The tiny beads of sweat formed on her back and smudged the edges of our sigil.
Her moaning now had almost completely replaced her chanting but I knew that she continued it in her head with our working set in focus.
I continued to fuck her as hard as I physically could. Unrelenting in my passion and desire. Taking all the power and energy and forcing it into her again and again and again.
I began to feel her convulse as her orgasm approached. Her body was so tightly constrained. I could feel the building of the wave of pleasure reach its peak just before it crashed over her. She screamed and moaned like a wild deer caught in a trap as her body writhed.
Her spasms transferred to my cock, unpredictable snaps of motion as I furiously fucked her harder and harder.
It was almost too much for me to hold.
Her entire being was vibrating as the orgasm possessed her body, soul and mind. Her screams of intensity slicing through the air.
Just as she reached the summit of her ecstasy I myself began to feel the inevitable explosion build inside.
Still, I fucked her, pounding and pounding into her in the first tiny moments of her post-orgasm relaxation.
That pause that moment as my cock, balls and prostate get ready to release their hot sticky potion. A heartbeat, a timeless hold and the forces of nature are released in a violent torrent of frenzy as I roar like a creature from the depths of hell.
I spasm as I inject an endless supply of cum inside her. Violently jerked back and forth, from side to side as I empty my elixir deep inside her.
An otherworldly stillness, a supernatural quiet descends as our nerves and neurons fire and misfire trying to restart the machine and recover from a total crash and overload to the system.
Our minds and bodies, limp and useless in this unusual juncture.
Awkwardly I pull my semi-hard, exhausted cock out of her. I move in small jolted moments, as I begin to gather myself.
I take my hand and collect the mixture of our sexual concoction from the inner edges of her still open fruit.
I collect it and rub it into the smeared sigil on her back. Our combined efforts concentrated in the fluid of our lust. It brings life and action to the inner workings of our art.
The ritual was complete.