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Jenna covered Attis's wound as best she could until the balm arrived. She sat beside the fire to await Cybele's return, and was starting to doze ever so slightly when there was a light tap at the door She arose and went to the door, but called before unbolting it, "Who comes there?" A familiar voice replied, light and girlish. "It is I, O Healer." Jenna turned to Attis, but he seemed to be asleep. "Why have you come here?" she whispered to the visitor. "You should know better." "I went seeking you at your hut and found Kelle there. She asked me to bring you this paste for Attis's wound, as she wished to return to her own hut rather than make a visit here herself. So you see, I am running a harmless errand and none could complain of it." "He seems to be sleeping," Jenna whispered as she unbolted the door and let the beautiful young Priestess into the hut. "Here is the ointment you requested," the young woman said, putting a small earthen pot of green balm into Jenna's one hand, and letting her soft light fingers linger a little longer than necessary on the older woman's palm. "May I stay and drink with you? It is chill outside, and I need warming." She looked at Jenna from behind heavy dark eyelashes, and gave an inviting smile. Jenna looked to Attis a little nervously, but he moved not and his breathing was even and deep with sleep. Jenna went to the door and bolted it again. "I suppose a tea would do us no harm..." "I will make it," offered the Priestess eagerly. She took a few pots from the shelf and sniffed at them, choosing from them various dried flowers and leaves to make a tea. As she poured water from the simmering kettle beside the fire, she pulled a folded parchment of powder from her gown. Her back was to the Healer, so she did not see the woman slip the powder into the tea and stir it in. The young woman passed a cup of tea to Jenna, and raised her own to her lips, then put it on the table and slipped behind the Healer and began to rub her shoulders. "You are tense, Jenna," she whispered. "Mmmm," answered the Healer. Jenna finished her tea, then leaned back to enjoy the massaging of her tight shoulders. Yes, this girl was skilled and well trained. She surrendered herself to the eager fingers squeezing into her muscles. She began to feel drowsy, and was ready to doze off when she felt a sudden clamping within her throat. She struggled to breathe, gasping and clutching the very air in front of her. As she fell back onto the ground, the Priestess stood over her smiling in victory. "You.... bitch....." were Jenna's final words, as her face turned blue and she ceased to breathe. Fionna took another fold of parchment from her gown, opened it and threw pinches of dust in the air. "Lupa, enter me now for Cerridwen." Her dark eyes burned black as the She-wolf whose spirit she harboured. She crept over to the bed and stood beside the sleeping Attis and covered him with a pinch of the ash. "Lupus, enter now the body of our leader and fill him with your blood that he may breed the race of your choosing, carriers of our wolf-blood, eaters of mortal flesh, to wreak destruction on the weak and the passive." As she chanted, she pulled back his gown and dressing to reveal the wound. Blood covered the brand and birthmark, and she bent forward to lick it clean. "What have you done, O noble leader?" she whispered between lapping the oozing blood with her tongue. "You cannot cut the pack from your flesh. You are one of us, and have always been. This brand was only a mark, so that you could no longer pretend to deny what you know flows in your veins. You have the dark blood of Cerridwen's pack as surely as any of us." The Priestess pulled her own gown off over her shoulders, to reveal her lithe young body. She was still stained with woad crescents and ellipses, the signs of Ceres. After all, she played her part in the Temple convincingly, like all of Cerridwen's followers. "I will not waste your seed like the last," she said as she pulled his own gown up and rubbed his shrivelled phallus with her strong soft hand. Attis opened his eyes, but stared glassily past her. "You awaken, my lord of the forest," she cooed to him. She pulled gently on his manhood, and it quickly swelled to her expert touch. "How right you were, my leader, to chide me for wasting my time with a fake phallus when I could have had this." She bent forward to kiss it, and her long hair fell over his belly, revealing a wolf-brand on the back of her neck. She breathed her hot breath onto his hardening erection, and then sank her mouth around it. Her teeth grazed it sharply, as though inhumanly pointed. "The most perfect of phalli, the most perfect and holy. And these..." She kissed his scrotum, "holders of our whole pack's future." She lapped at them with long, rough strokes. There was a furious scratching at the door, the harsh sound of claws on wood. She turned her head up from his groin and hissed toward the bolted door. "You will have to wait your turn, my sisters. He is mine first." She faced back to him. "It is the least I deserve after what I have endured with her to get to you." She nodded her head in the direction of the corpse on the floor. She climbed up to straddle his jutting erection, and lowered herself down onto him. "Fill me with your precious seed, O leader." Attis suddenly swung and struck her with the full force of his clenched fist to the side of her head, sending her flying from the bed to land heavily on the floor. He leapt up to fight with her, but found her laying motionless. He held back wary of deception, but then saw the deep red pool of blood flow from beneath her head where it had been dashed on a fireside rock. "Curses!" he swore. "So much for a captive." He opened his fist and held the glowing amber amulet to the fire. The long-dead mosquito lay curled deep within, but he could swear that its abdomen seemed filled with fresh red blood. It sent a shiver down his spine, but this thing seemed the only protection that worked against their magick. Fight fire with fire, he thought, and sorcery with a spell.
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