Mistress of the Hunt

She stood in line with the others, shivering through her thin white shift in the chilled May air. It was supposed to be warm that night - it was always warm on Beltane. But thanks to global warming, or maybe just the anticipation of the night, Faye was cold. Standing there in her simple shift and a pair of sturdy boots, she eyed the crowd.

It didn’t take long for Faye to spot her: the object of her affection. Firelight danced across her leather as she seemingly and without care adjusted the laces on her corset. Her boots were long and the knife at her side glinted ominously. Her red hair sparkled like a precious gem. She was the very vision of the Huntress Goddess and Faye let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding in.

It was the night of the Wild Hunt. Faye and the others would be let loose into the woods and whosoever captured them had the option of letting them go for better prey or taking them as they saw fit. Faye only hoped that her Love would get to her first. It was a gamble, but it was all part of the ritual and mystery of the holiday, and the prospect of being taken excited her.

A horn sounded once, and the participants stood at attention. It sounded again, and the line of prey began running for the woods, giving them a head start. Faye ran with the crowd for a while,

Her shift tore and snagged on the leaves and Faye quickly discarded it, knowing full well she was leaving a trail with which to find her. She didn’t care, it was a hindrance to her running and, though it provided a little protection from the cool night air and searching tendrils of fresh plants, she’d rather go without it.

Faye broke from the crowd and headed toward a grove of poplar trees, hoping that their quaking leaves would cover the sound of her footsteps. Stalks of multiflora rose scratched at her skin, leaving dark red welts and bloody lines. She hoped it wouldn’t lessen her beauty in her Love’s eyes, that is if her Love actually caught her.

She eyed the moon, full and lush like the belly of the fertility goddesses they were celebrating that night. So caught up was she that she didn’t notice she was being followed until a firm hand encircled her forearm and another was placed over her mouth so she couldn’t scream. Her boot caught a root and she tumbled, supported only by the weight of her mysterious captor. A masculine voice whispered “Shhh...You’re caught, little one.”

Tears welled in Faye’s eyes. Her captor was a man. Not the Mistress of the hunt she’d so desperately hoped would find her, but someone else, unknown to her. She could feel his hardness digging into her back. He let go and she tumbled to the ground, falling out of her boots that were caught in the mire.

Naked except for the temporary collar that marked her as a participant in the event (as if anyone else might happen to be wandering around the woods on Beltane night naked as the day they were born), Faye scrambled to her back and looked up at her captor.

He was well-formed, for sure, but he was not the one she wanted. She could scarce make out his features, even with the ample light provided by the moon. The budding leaves provided just enough coverage to make the whole experience just anonymous enough that, unless he dragged her back to the bel fires, she would never know who took her.

In just a moment, he was atop her, his strong hand grabbing her just under the chin and fingers digging into her cheeks. She looked at him, and saw he had deep, brown eyes. She inhaled just a little, and closed her own, trying to look away. He thought it was all part of the game and she had no real right to refuse him - that was the sacrifice she and the others had made going into the festivities.

So engaged they were in assessing each other, neither one of them heard the footsteps that made no attempt to hide in the wild undergrowth of the forest. What Faye did hear was the scrape of metal on metal as a knife was unsheathed. Faye thought momentarily about crying for help, until she saw the knife at her captor’s throat.

A delicate, well-manicured hand pulled his head back and a voice as thick and husky as midnight whispered “I believe you’ve found my property, good sir.” Even in the dark, Faye could see the man’s eyes grow wide. She looked beyond him and let her eyes adjust and saw her Mistress. The leather, dark as night, squeaked with the exerted effort of pulling the man off of her.

He grumbled, but acquiesced to her aggression and sulked off in search of other prey, leaving Faye and her Mistress of the hunt alone together. Faye looked up at her and smiled, but the smile was not returned with but a small “tsk”-ing noise.

“My careless little girl, getting herself into all sorts of trouble.” Her Mistress reached out and helped Faye to her feet. Faye embraced her, her bare skin pressed against the chilled leather of her Love’s outfit. The embrace was returned for just a moment before she felt the bare steel of the knife pressed to her back, tracing swirls and spirals down her spinal column.

“I may love you, my sweet girl, but tonight you are my prey. Now march.” Faye walked on clumsily, barefoot and with a knife to her back, urging her onward. She had no idea where they were going until they got to a clearing in the forest. It was matted around the edges with leaves from last year’s fall, but the center was fresh with dewy green grass that had just a hint of frost to it.

Faye knelt at the center of the clearing, unable to help it that her eyes searched her Mistress’s body and face for some indication of her plans. But nothing was given freely, not tonight. Her mistress quickly pushed Faye back and with a yelp of surprise, Faye toppled. The fresh grass cut into her wounds, making for a deliciously sweet sensation that caused Faye to yelp and squirm. The knife was at her throat in an instant.

“Shhh....” Her Mistress ordered. Faye bit her bottom lip and did her best to keep silent as her Mistress took advantage of her position atop her to run her hands along Faye’s body. She felt fingers explore the cleft between her legs, wet with anticipation and the thrill of being captured.

Her Mistress smiled, and removed the knife when Faye was sufficiently still. Faye gasped again as she felt lips upon her nipple and a little suckle, while a warm hand explored the other breast. Her back arched against the ministrations, and her legs instantly spread apart, showing her willingness to her Mistress with no questions asked.

Her Mistress smiled, and Faye closed her eyes, savoring the look of approval and the feeling of a warm, hot mouth on her tender breast. Faye’s hands reached up to run through her Love’s hair, but were swatted away. She was to be totally passive tonight, apparently. The sacrificial animal led to the slaughter.

She felt her Love’s mouth move further down, kissing her round stomach. The wetness between her legs was undeniable, so great it was that it trickled out and seeped into the ground beneath her. Her legs spread even wider as her Mistress’s mouth moved down, and she felt a hot breath close to her pussy.

She moaned then, unable to help herself. Cold steel and a sharp edge pressed against her thigh, a reminder to keep quiet lest they be discovered. Faye brought a hand up and bit down on her knuckles as the first electric charge of tongue meeting sensitive nether-flesh struck through her body.

Her Mistress worked tirelessly, tonguing at Faye’s clit. Faye writhed beneath her touch and it didn’t take much until her first climax was upon her. But the festivities didn’t end there. Faye felt herself invaded by three fingers, stretched out by them, as her Mistress bit down on the sensitive nub of flesh between her legs. Faye squealed, and the knife bit into her thigh, leaving another cut and a trail of blood.

She felt her Mistress’s mouth leave her clit for just a moment to lick the wound, and heard a satisfied “Mmm” sound, husky and thick with lust. Her Mistress wiggled her fingers and returned to licking Faye’s clit, and it didn’t take long before another orgasm, then another, rocked her exposed and vulnerable body.

Faye lay panting on the ground, her lust sated, when she heard the distinct ripping noise of a zipper. Through half-lidded eyes, she saw her Mistress carefully removing her leather pants. In a moment, she was upon Faye, squatting over her face. Faye dutifully reached out, her hands on her Mistress of the hunt’s thighs to brace her. Her tongue reached out and began to trace small patterns along the lips of her Love’s pussy.

Her Love moaned, and reached down to guide Faye’s head, but Faye needed no guidance. Her lips suckled at her Mistress’s clit, and Faye felt her shudder above her. Using all her strength and grunting with exertion, Faye flipped her Mistress over so that their positions were reversed. With it being much easier for Faye to access her Mistress’s most private parts, Faye went to work, taking her time and exploring her Love’s labia, licking and suckling at the lips. Alternately, her fingers worked her Love’s clit, bringing about another shudder of pleasure.

Faye continued on for quite some time, her tongue delving into her Mistress’s pussy. As Faye felt the wetness increase, she could sense her Mistress’s patience wearing thin. Her Love’s fingers encircled a clump of her hair and pulled her close.

Faye savored the moment, inhaling the familiar and adored scent of her Love. In just that moment, her tongue worked overtime, bringing her Mistress to climax. Faye dutifully lapped up every drop of fluid gifted to her for her efforts and then some, before laying down beside her Mistress, her head resting at her Mistress’s breast.

“My sweet girl,” her Mistress whispered through still-labored breaths. “You are mine.” Faye nearly purred with contentment at the words as her Mistress’s arm encircled her. “And to prevent any misunderstandings, I think we should mark you to show the world that you're my property, now and forever. Perhaps something here...” her Love’s fingertips traced an empty spot of skin on  her shoulder blade. “But not tonight. Tonight, it’s clear to all that you are mine. My property, my darling.”

Faye sighed happily and leaned up to kiss her Mistress, tasting their mingled fluids on her tongue. They lay there for a time, staring at the moon, before Faye stood and helped her Mistress up and get dressed again, before the headed back to the commotion of the Beltane fires and the crowd, Mistress of the hunt and her prey.