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ALL SOULS' BLIGHT

It was late autumn, nearing the shift between October and November that we all love so dearly as

Halloween. Far out on the Scandinavian countryside across mountains, cliffs, forested wilderness

and lakes, a small orange light lit up the darkness. The rain poured down, whipping the last dying

leaves off of the trees to turn it into a barren landscape only coloured by Evergreens. It just

furthered the feeling of darkness and death as the once so lively trees now reached up barren naked

grey fingers towards the skies. It was the final shift of the year where autumn would turn into

winter. The orange light turned out to be a small farm which fields ran down the slopes towards the

lake. But rain was not the only drumming sound being heard tonight.

From the farm came the sounds of a heavy drum being hit repeatedly in a steady motion,

accompanied by several other smaller drums, sticks and other rhythmic instruments. A female voice

echoed through the air and riding on the winds, followed by a choir of voices, mostly male. It

sounded very ritualistic; a heavy dragging sound of shaman drums that pulled you in and almost

made your hips rock on their own. It was the time for the ritual of Samhain, the old Celtic tradition

that literally translates to "All Souls' Night", or "All Hallows Eve" as it's also called. What in

common mouth soon came to be known as just Halloween. While this was mostly a kids celebration

these days, Valcyrie was a pagan for whom the ritual was of great importance. While she was happy

to both scare and give visiting kids a treat, the evening was her own. It was a dark time, during a

dark period of the year and very fitting for such a dark ritual.

While the morning had started out calm and peaceful; once the children were no longer around it

was time for the feast. But according to her pagan traditions it was not just to any feast, no, they

called for something very different. She started the evening by sitting down in front of her altar. A

large pentacle was drawn up on the floor with a candle at each point. Right before her she placed a

massive ram skull with 2 smaller human skulls on each side. The artefacts had a creepy aura around

them as is, and just touching them would give anyone a chill down their spine. Val slowly turned

around in her pentacle, lighting all the candles before looking at the skulls. With a shiver she leaned

in and gentle kissed the ram skull before whispering to it.

"I call upon thee."

Looking up towards the smaller pentacle on her wall and focusing on it she raised her arms up.

"I call upon all of you. Friends and family, long deceased, I invite you to dine with us tonight! I

hereby open the doors, my home is yours and once more, you shall share halls with the living!"

A wind swept through the room and made the flames dance and Val grinned as she felt the coldness

of the air linger around her. They were no longer alone.

Soon she stood up and reached for her drum. Closing her eyes she started to beat it with nothing but

her fingers at first, playing it just where her mind went. The other members of her coven who had

so far stood back and silently watched grabbed their own instruments, beating rhythms and

humming on an unidentified melody. They just let the room and the spirits guide them. Soon it just

clicked and they were all just jamming, taking the music wherever it went. It was wild, it was free,

it was pagan. Then Val started singing, and the others would repeat her phrases in a choir after her.

Slowly but surely they started to move through the house, lighting candles in the windows to light

the way for the spirits to join them. This was an ancient tradition that lingers with us to this day

when we have parties. Finally, Val would light a lantern and step up to the front door. By opening it,

she opened up a spiritual portal as well, opening up her home to the other side.

"Yes, come in, come feast with us. You are welcome in our halls." Val thought as an unusually

powerful wind swept through the corridor, shaking the paintings on the walls. It was not just an

ordinary wind. It was dark, cold and moist. Cold like the grave. Val stepped outside, the wind

whipping her cloak around her shoulders. She lifted her nose to it, inhaled deeply and hung up the

lantern by a hook next to the door. They had now lit up the way and it was time for the feast.

Val was in fact a really good chef, and one thing that she had a lot of love for was historical

cooking. Her ritualistic food was almost always historically correct and seasonal. Some dishes were

medieval in their heritage, while some could be dated back as far as the iron age. But old tradition

was by no means bad, people sure appreciated good food back then as well. There was flatbreads

baked on iron plates over open fire, there was sweet rye sourdough, butter and honey. Turnips and

carrots with garlic and parsley, roasted filet of pork with mustard seeds and thyme, grilled chunks of

lamb with mint, honey and rosemary, grilled mushrooms and plenty of nuts. There was smoked

reindeer with thyme and honey as well as pots of mustard, sour cream and mashed apples. It was a

feast worthy of a king, and almost everything on the table came from their own farm. To wash it all

down there were steins with mead and apple cider, even those brewed by old traditional means. Val

took a lot of pride in her cooking and brewing. Once everyone had sat down by the table Val lifted

up a huge horn filled with mead and looked out over her coven. The hairs of her neck stood right up

and the air felt electric. She had a strange notion of the room being filled with people and despite

everyone being silent, she could almost hear the buzzing sound of a dozen conversations being had,

and the feeling of people moving around. They sure had gotten company alright.

"Friends and loved ones..." she started and lifted the horn to point out over the guests. "... welcome

to our celebration of Samhain. Tonight is a big and important night. Many more are here to share

the feast with us. You are all welcome, and I hope the food tastes well. Please, dig in. Merry

blessings of Samhain!"

She lifted the horn and drank from it. She then passed it around and every attendee would take a sip

before passing it on until it came back around and Val took it again. It was an old Viking tradition to

send the horn around the table to open the feast and now only the final part remained. Val lifted the

horn in cheers.

"Slaínte!"

The others repeated the word and reached for their steins. Val brought the large horn to her lips and

drank. She must finish it in one sweep and was struggling at the end. The golden liquid seeped over

her lips and ran down her chin and neck, dribbling down her cleavage and coating the Thor's

hammer she wore around her neck as well as the golden chain, her Brisingamen, a symbol for her

being a priestess of Freya. With a gasp she finished the last gulp of mead and staggered as she put

the horn down. As nothing trickled out of it, the members of her coven cheered and dove in over the

plates to grab their food while Val sank down in her chair, already somewhat drunk as mead was a

rather potent brew.

A few hours later after the feast was finished, Val and her coven came back out into the living room.

They would all write down small prayers on pieces of paper before starting the ritual with drums

and song. As Val sat in the middle of her pentacle and losing herself in the music, almost entering a

trance-like state of mind, she could see shadows dance around the room in the corner of her eyes.

She could feel their presence as more and more of them came in and took part in the ritual. She

smiled and knew that tonight was going to become more powerful than usual. Val was very nervous

for what she was about to do, but it was a wonderful part of rituals for her and put a lot of power

into her magic. She started to rock her hips to the music, standing on her knees and shaking her

body. The shadows around the room started to dance with her. She could feel her heart throb inside

her chest out of nervousness. Anytime now. Then suddenly, someone lifted up her dress. She

swallowed and felt pearls of sweat run down her brow. She looked up at the pentacle on the wall.

"For you, Freya..." she whispered.

The very next moment she felt a rock hard cock slip in between her legs and lightly smack against

her thigh. She did not know which one of the members of her coven it was, but it mattered little.

She could feel her folds twitch. She was not quite ready yet, but that would come soon enough. She

heard the drake behind her spit in his hand to lube up his shaft just a little bit before there was a firm

grip around her tail, lifting it. She leaned forward and braced, her breasts slipping out of the dress'

cleavage and rubbing against the ram skull. The eager cock behind her prodded about for a few

seconds before finding her entrance. Val gasped as he entered her and spread her folds. The drake

behind her grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him until her butt cheeks pressed against

his hips. His shaft slid deep into her and throbbed eagerly inside of her. She was not yet wet enough

and the fast entry hurt. She hissed lightly, but some pain and blood was a small sacrifice for what

she was about to do. She could hear the drake behind her grunt and snort lustily before starting to

push her back and forth. He slid out of her with a wet slurp just to slam himself back inside of her.

Val yelped in pain and gritted her teeth, bracing for the rough rut to come. She pushed her rump up

while she bent over the skulls, feeling the ram's horns scrape against her chest.

It did not take long before the drake who took her picked up the pace and started to properly rut the

dragoness in front of him. His hips smacked loudly into hers and he grunted for each thrust while

she squirmed and moaned. It was a strange form of pleasure through pain for her but soon she got

wetter and he slid in and out of her with ease. Eager thrust after eager thrust in and out of her, each

one making her bounce back and forth, causing her tits to jiggle. Soon her partner grunted loudly

and shivered. His cock throbbed hard inside her and fired off rope after rope of lovely cum deep

inside her. He kept taking her hard until she was so filled with cum that it started to ooze out around

his cock and with a pleased huff he pulled out. He then grabbed her rump and pulled her over so

that she rolled around, laying on her back in the middle of the pentacle. Val panted and looked up

into the roof, spreading her legs and arms out to follow the lines of the star she was laying on top of.

Her chest rose and lowered with her breath, her breasts exposed. She could feel cum slowly ooze

out of her slightly aching nethers and grinned. She laid there, waiting for a moment before the next

drake came up and sat down between her legs. A pair of curious fingers touched her black folds and

stopped for a moment to tease her clit before pulling away. The dancing shadows started to come

closer and Val closed her eyes.

She gasped and arched her back as the next cock slipped into her. This time she was wet and well

lubed, so he slipped all the way in with ease, letting out a happy groan as he bottomed her out. She

kept her eyes closed as to not see who this was either. There was a thrill in not quite knowing which

male was filling her up each time. He soon leaned in over her, bucked his hips and started to take

her. Deep hard thrusts that pushed her downwards into the floor and a little forward. Her head

nudged up against the ram skull and she saw the two human skulls on each side of her head as she

opened her eyes for a quick moment. The thrusts he gave her were slow and powerful, and she

loved the feeling of being pushed down against the floor by his cock. In fact it was so pleasant that

Val couldn't help but moan loudly. That seemed to spur the drake rutting her on, for he snorted

excitedly and started to take her harder and faster, delighting in how that made her squeal and shiver

under him. Val felt her claws curl and her tail lash about in pleasure. She arched her back up

towards him and fell back down, squealing as the pounding continued. Slowly but surely she started

to feel a certain amount of pleasure build up that never went back down before the next thrust added

to it. Her voice turned lighter and lighter for each thrust until she hit the limit. With a loud squeal

her body started to spasm on the floor. Her breasts jiggled and she shoved her head so hard against

the ram skull it tipped over and laid itself atop her head like a helmet. Her scales rattled against the

floor and her folds twitched around his cock. She contracted so hard around him he gasped and

small squirts shot out around his shaft and landed on the floor. Val leaned her head back and

squealed loudly before shuddering violently. That was more than the poor drake could handle and

moaning loudly himself she felt his cock throb so hard inside her it was almost as if it was jumping.

He pounded her hard through his orgasm, groaning and growling as he emptied himself inside of

her. His load was large and shot after shot was fired off inside of her, filling her to the brim and

more.

When he finally sat up her belly was slightly rounded from the amount of cum inside of her while it

oozed out of her at the same time. Val panted loudly as shiver after shiver went through her. She felt

the drake pull out and step back while she remained where she was with her eyes closed. Even

without a dick inside her, her folds twitched in the aftermath as cum slowly coated them. She felt

footsteps close to her head but did not open her eyes. Soon she felt the warmth and the

unmistakable scent of another female releasing pheromones. Val grinned, knowing that she was

soon about to service more than one coven member. She felt the moist folds of the other woman

gently brush against her own snout. Val's nostrils widened as she inhaled deeply, taking in the scent

of her partner. She felt the pheromones rush up into her brain, causing her heart to throb and without

a moment of hesitation she opened her maw and let her long black forked tongue slide out and play

against the folds of the other dragoness. Val's ears perked at the soft quivering moan of the other

female. The sound of her voice made Val realize who it was, but that didn't matter too much. In

fact, it turned her on even further. She nuzzled the other woman's folds to tease her further while

her tongue slid in between them, the fork tickling and curling around her clit. At the same time she

felt yet another drake grasp her thighs and knead them. She knew who this was too, able to identify

him by the way he touched her.

Soon Val squealed and squirmed into the folds of the other dragoness as the rather massive shaft of

the last drake parted her folds and pushed its way into her already overfilled nethers. Cum oozed out

as ridge after ridge of hot throbbing dragon shaft pushed inside of her. Her entrance widened and

tightened as each one slipped in until he hilted inside of her. He paused for a moment before slowly

pulling out and then pushing back in. From his happy snorts she could tell that he was looking at her

and took delight in seeing himself spread her so wide and cause a small bulge in her belly when he

went in deep. He even put a hand on top of her belly, touching and massaging his own shaft through

her belly and grunting in pleasure from it. Meanwhile the lady on top of her got really into it, her

hips rocking back and forth as she rode Val's tongue with a needy eagerness only a dragoness could

possess. Val let her tongue swirl around, push against the folds and tease the entrance of her tunnel.

When the drake who was taking her grabbed her thighs to start to pound her, Val let her lips close

around the clit of the other dragoness and suck gently while the tips of her fork tickled her clit. That

made the other dragoness squirm loudly and almost push herself against Val's nose, but Val didn't

stop. Instead she pushed back against the dragoness that had straddled her face and continued the

gentle sucking and kissing of her clit. She heard the other dragoness cry out and squeal, and Val

knew she was only moments away. Meanwhile the well-equipped drake kept pounding her

relentlessly, snorting lustily between every thrust. Val wanted so badly to reach up and grab the

dragoness that was riding her maw, touch her, feel her shapely curves under her fingers, but she was

supposed to stay spread like she was. It was an important part of the ritual. Likewise, it was really

hard to not fully spread her legs for the drake that was taking her.

Turned on as she was from the restraint as well as getting rutted and face-ridden she soon felt

another orgasm start to build up from deep within her. Slower this time, but a powerful one. The

dragoness on top of her started to pant and squeal, eagerly rolling her hips over Val's snout as Val

kept servicing her. Moments later she squealed loudly and her legs twitched in a spasm. Her thighs

closed around Val's head and squeezed as she leaned in over Val, crying out her orgasm. Val felt her

partner's sweet nectar drip down her tongue and into her maw and purr-growled at the taste. The

growls soon turned into gasps however, and when the other dragoness rolled over to the side Val

leaned her head back and squeaked for every thrust the drake gave her. Soon she shuddered hard

and groaned loudly, moans and gasps cancelling each other out in her throat as she struggled to

breathe. Her nethers twitched hard around the large dragon cock that kept pounding her relentlessly

through her second orgasm. Her legs shook and gave small spastic kicks. Her eyes rolled into the

back of her head so that only the whites were visible which gave her a rather eerie look. Her maw

stuttered a few words in ancient Norse under her breath, and the shadows in the room came closer

and closer until they swept in over her. She breathed them in and let them enter her, shaking

violently as she did. The drake taking her grunted and pushed as deep into her as he could. His cock

throbbed hard as shot after shot of hot white cum was emptied inside of her yet again. With shaky

hands he pulled out and held his cock over her, shooting the rest of his load out over her legs, belly

and breasts. The white coating gave a nice contrast to her darker scales and the drake purred lustily

at the sight of the mess he caused. He then slowly got up and stood to the side with the others to

watch.

The dancing shadows swirled around Val whose whole body twitched and arched. She squealed and

curled her claws as if she was still being touched sexually, but this time by an unseen force. It

slowly got darker and darker in the room, only the candles in the pentacle giving a dim golden glow

against her black scales. Her belly was neatly rounded with all the cum she had been filled with and

now carried inside of her. Almost holding their breaths, the rest of the coven waited on the side as

the shadows had their fun with their priestess. She twisted and squirmed and then her eyes suddenly

turned completely black and her lips curled in a twisted grin. She sat up halfway and gently

massaged her own breasts with her hands as her belly started to move. A few gasps of horror and

excitement were heard from the members of the coven as they just looked at the scene. Then Val

spoke with her own voice in a very monotone tone.

"Welcome... to the world... of the living."

After that she cackled madly and laid back down, to in the next moment grunt loudly and then cry

out in pain. Her belly moved and twisted before a large, black shadow started to emerge from her

nethers. It looked like a wisp of smoke at first, but it slowly changed shape into claws and horns,

almost pulling itself out of her. The bloated belly slowly flattened as the creature crawled out, her

entrance so wide a fist would have gone right in. Pearls of sweat ran between her scales as her eyes

slowly returned to white. Then, with a shudder and a final squeal the creature pulled free from her

and slowly stood up. It was a large black shadow with horns and claws that smelled of cold wet

basement... or earth... or a grave. It took a deep, rattling breath before shooting through the room

and out the door.

Val slowly sat up, shaking a lot. Her eyes rolled back and she blinked. The rest of the coven quickly

rushed up to her and held her. She looked around with a hint of confusion in her movements.

"D-did it work..?"

"It did, it sure did!" another coven member reassured her. Val exhaled and couldn't help but grin.

She had never performed a ritual like this before, but the results had been impressive. Every part of

her body ached, especially her nethers. When she reached down to feel herself she was still partially

open and cum was oozing out. She had been thoroughly stretched and it would probably hurt to sit

for a few days. Yet she felt oddly happy in a maddening way. She exhaled deeply and laid her head

back down, resting her snout against one of the human skulls. Someone fetched her a pillow and she

rested there for a few minutes before they helped her up. With the support of one drake on each side

of her, she limped away to the bedroom to rest and heal up after what had just happened. After all,

she had just given birth to a demon indeed. As Val collapsed in bed, she fell asleep almost

immediately and her sleep was filled with strange, incoherent dreams. At least tomorrow would be a

day of rest. Some very needed and well deserved rest.