Feast of Samhain: Rituals of Samhain IX

By Quixerotic

Nea and the Coven go to the world between worlds to host the Feast of Samhain. Magic fills the air and gods couple in the sky as all around an amphitheater of celebration, the ritual participants, old allies, and new friends roll into a massive orgy to celebrate the passing of Samhain.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Quixerotic
• Release date: Oct 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005159597

Quixerotic

I have always enjoyed a particular type of erotica, stories where lust and carnal desire overwhelm reason, driving away the trappings of the real world as ecstatic fantasy takes over. My writing strives to tell such stories in rich worlds of dark fantasy, far flung science fiction, or apocalyptic inevitability, finding the kinky fun under every rock or at the end of every winding corridor.

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Feast of Samhain: Rituals of Samhain IX

Quixerotic

Copyright 2020 by Quixerotic Publishing

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Feast of Samhain

Rituals of Samhain IX

by Quixerotic

The whole of the glade was a writhing, thrusting, grunting, and moaning mass of sex. Cum sprayed across tits and asses. Milk gushed from some breasts. Some creatures bit and some clawed. A few choked, and a few whipped. Partners came and went as they all pursued a true completion which remained agonizingly out of reach.

For the first time in a long, long time, Hallows Eve approached with a peculiar uneasiness in the air. All around the world, things went bump in the night. In an isolated part New South Wales, a man spent the month convinced a creature lurked in the shadows of his ranch, stealing away livestock to work its way up to snatching the man himself. In Munich, an old woman swore she saw a pair of figures drenched in blood dancing on a rooftop. Across South America, seven hundred and twelve men, all born on the same day, reported a visit in the middle of the night from a woman dressed in blue silk and possessed by a near vengeful desire for sexual gratification. Some denied her, causing her to instantaneously vanish. Others accepted her and, seemingly as a result, developed an extreme aversion to cats and the color yellow.

Most people noticed nothing different. They didn’t notice their urgency to get home before dark or to triple check the locks on their doors at night. The religious spent a little more time on their prayers, and the non-religious spent a little more time bathed in the light of the secular world. Both groups felt the press of something otherworldly on the edges of the shadows, and neither had much interest in examining that press too closely. Other things, non-human things, stirred for the first time in centuries. Many of them remained caged in places like the Coven house where Grimbough kept an eye on things. Others emerged from forgotten places and did horrible things. In these cases, the horrible things happened to horrible people, which is the best one can hope for when it comes to the horrid.

The winds of magic shifted and stirred with each passing