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The High priestess finished the ceremony the same way she'd done every year since she'd been elected. Like every year, once the rites and seances were over, she dismissed the other priestesses with the usual parting words and prayers. Raven nodded, as did the others, and gave the customary thanks before turning around to go about her usual duties.

Beltane, as a festival, didn't require too much upkeep. Her duties for it, as a priestess, consisted primarily of making sure Tein-eigen, the need fire, was properly kindled and remained that way throughout the night. However, she would occasionally be required to help perform a Handfasting. Other than that, she was free to roam around, and soak in the ambience: Beltane only happens once a year, after all.

All around her, people drank, sang, and jumped the Tein-eigen to cleanse themselves (in singles or in pairs), or otherwise went A-Maying. As a priestess she wasn't allowed to join in much of it, and she'd cleansed herself previously, as well - but it was still a unique sight, and she felt like she could experience all the joys commoners felt, if only vicariously.

There was something even more special about it this year, though. She couldn't have been able to put her finger on it, but the High priestess had said so as well, and she'd bid her priestesses to keep themselves open to the possible presence of the Divine among them tonight.

Well, if it hadn't been for those words, Raven would probably not have paid as much notice to the vague, tall, horned silhouette she suddenly spotted, just out of the corner of her eye, in the woods nearby. The rest of Beltane would have passed without any unusual happenings, and she would have woken up on her own bed the following day, to nothing more than the same life routine she'd lived for the past few years of her life.

But she noticed.

The moment she did, and turned her head towards it, the silhouette seemed to grow more solid - though nobody else seemed to notice it. She could've even sworn those glowing spots, that she was sure weren't there a moment before, reminded her terribly of eyes of legend: supernatural, the kind no mortal had seen in eons.

Then a hand lifted, and a finger beckoned her. She obeyed.

It's only natural after all: if you're commanded, you obey. So she took a step forward, then another, and all the while the figure became more and more solid. Off the corner of her eye she now spotted a stag nearby that didn't flee upon spotting her, and on her other side, a ram-horned snake slid along a tree's branch. She could now form a pretty solid idea of what was going on, even as she grew flustered by the realization. Spotting a torque sitting easy on the man's neck as she hurried out of the festival only further confirmed her suspicions.

Her step got lighter as she want into the woods, where the deity awaited her. It wasn't unheard of for holy servants to receive such a summon, but it was an extremely rare occurance and as such, an indescribably high honor. As such, when she finally got face to face with Cernunnos, out in a clearing in the woods, with the Beltane cheer behind her and more than a handful of couples out in the woods tonight doing what couples did during Beltane, it wasn't difficult for her to imagine what was expected of her. He didn't have to tell her to do anything: his very presence was a command.

Furthermore, feeling ashamed of wearing clothes in the presence of a God, she started to unrobe, all the while gazing up at his face in equal parts adoration and humility. He didn't seem offended by this however, and instead gestured for her to come even closer - which she did without hesitation. It was a this point that she allowed her gaze to lower from his face as a large hand cupped one of her cheeks and started stroking it, and she took her first proper look at the deity in front of her.

Under any other circumstance she might have mistaken the being in front of her as a satyr. A tall one, with an impressive rack of antlers, but a satyr nonetheless. It was his imposing (yet soothing) presence that lent him an aura of otherworldliness no mortal could ever hope to achieve - as if the real world couldn't hurt him and he knew it. Even now, as she noticed that he wore no clothes at all save for that torque, she felt she couldn't stare at him for long. If she'd walked in naked to a public ceremony, she'd have felt less shame than she felt now, unable to stop stealing glances at the God's anatomy. But that hand held her in place - gently, but firmly. It slid upwards, and calmly started pushing her downwards.

If anyone had asked her the previous month, week, or even the previous day how she felt about sex, she would've been visibly uneasy about it, no matter how gentle the tone, or harmless the intention. Right now however, she felt no problem whatsoever with getting down on her hands and knees, spreading her jaws for the deity to slip his arousal into. It was a weird sensation, to be sure, but one that she found she wasn't averse to. Within minutes, she felt the hand on her head wrap around one of her own horns, and she calmly allowed its owner to have his way with her mouth.

She only flicked her ears somewhat when she heard something else approaching from amongst the trees, and wasn't even surprised when she felt a nose dip in under her tail. Untroubled, she lifted her tail for the newcomer, and was rewarded with a tongue flicking across her already-moist pussy, then dipping inside. A shudder went down her spine now, and she spread her legs welcomingly, hardly aware of the bobbing motion her head was being subjected to. The beast behind her took its cue and mounted her like one of its kin - and just like that she was being claimed from both ends.

They kept at it for a bit, God and beast, until the latter finished inside her for the first, but certainly not the last time of the night. Rather than be done with her, once he slid out he shifted upwards - and this time she perked her ears and raised her brows as she realized what was about to happen. But again, she made no effort to deny the male access, and he swiftly slid into her ass. As he did, eliciting a gasp from her, the hand guiding her head by the horn pulled her fully down on its owner's arousal. She blinked away tears as the entire length was pushed down her throat, and she soon felt the deity's first load spilling right into her gullet before being released. Finding it would be disrespectful to do otherwise, she made herself swallow even as she hacked and coughed, and that length slipped out of her unobjecting maw.

It was only then that she gave a brief glance backwards at the beast that was still having his way with her until-now virgin ass, but could only make out a brown furred figure. No matter: it felt surprisingly good to be fucked like this, so she decided she'd concern herself with figuring out what the beast was later. For now, she looked back around for Cernunnos, since he's gotten up from his sitting spot in front of her, and found that he mercifully wasn't gone yet - so probably not done with her. She smiled at him then, understanding that this was his doing, and simply relaxed under the creature behind her, closing her eyes, extending her wings on the floor, and enjoying the pounding until the beast finished for a second time.

After that, it was a blur of God and beast taking turns with her, or double-teaming her, or otherwise making sure they each had at least one go with each of her holes, for as long as the evening, and the night, lasted. She learned to differenciate both of them based on both of their dicks as well as how they used them: Cernunnos was gentle firm but gentle, as expected from a deity that knows he can have anything and anyone he desires, whereas the beast was much more primal, even though he took great care not to harm her, as she realized. This beast had teeth, claws, hooves, horns: plenty of means to hurt her with, but all it did was mate with her however he wished, which was okay with her.

She found herself losing count of how many times she'd taken them, and stopped trying to lick her muzzle clean after one came in it: she knew the other one would fill her mouth right up soon. She was also vaguely aware of the cum leaking out of her bottom, matting her inner thighs, lower abdomen, and the base of her fluffy tail. Somehow she never felt sore, no matter how many times they mounted her or how roughly they did so, and by the time the sun rose again, she was unconscious only about as often as she was awake. All the while, that persistent feeling of calmness and of being safe never left her, but at last, too exhausted to keep wringing herself back into service for the deity and his pet, she fell asleep.

She woke up far into the next day with a sore throat, aching hips and bruised knees, and the certainty that any friction against her sex or ass would hurt like hell. She would've thought she'd dreamed the entire chain of events from the previous night if it wasn't for all of these things, the brown-furred creature lying next to her, and the generous amount of cum matting her muzzle, chin, throat, and a considerable portion of her lower body. Well, talk about a first experience.

She'd only just started getting up on shaky legs that wouldn't fully obey her when the furred beast stirred as well, and a horned head rose to look at her with white, caprine eyes. "You're up, then?"

That was the first time she'd ever seen an animal speak, and her expression must've been quite something as she fell on her ass (and grimaced in pain), because the creature immediately burst into laughter before standing up, himself - and giving her the first proper good look at him. Of course, she'd never seen anything like this beast, so all she could do was look him over, taking in the brown fur, long spines and tail...and of course, those eyes and horns.

"What...are you?" she asked, reaching a hand back to stroke her aching buttcheek as her bewildered mind raced to catch up with this reality she was now a part of. If everything held true, and she had all the evidence to support it, she'd spent the whole night being fucked by a God as well as this beast, more times than she'd had sex in her entire life beforehand, and apparently it could talk as well.

"That depends on what you mean by that, to be honest," it answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world, stretching nonchalantly before leaning in to start (rather shamelessly) licking at her belly before reaching up to one of her breasts. Normally she would've been bothered by the boldness, but after having had him in her more times and in more ways than literally any male she'd ever met, it seemed ridiculous to be coy about it.

"Some would call me vermin, and anything else is up to you," he continued, all the while licking and grooming through her nude body, "but here and now I'm a gift for good service. I could be death for your enemies, or a protector for your loved ones. I am a hunter, and I am warmth when it's needed. Or I could be a lover, too, if you liked what you got last night?" He winked before sitting down in front of her, as if offering to let her stroke through his fur- which she did, even as a frown took over her face.

"That's not what I meant, though. I mean what are you? Like, species. And why would you agree to be a 'gift' if you're smart enough to talk, then?"

In response, he smirked, and gave his long, scaled tail a gentle swish. "I'm what they call a chupacabra - yes, we exist, though we don't exactly make our presence known to the world at large. And to answer both of your questions," he quickly added, seeing her open her mouth again, "both that one and the one you already asked: because I understand you are to be my mate from now on." Another swish of his tail.

She looked at him dead in the eyes, expecting to find that he was joking, but she only found genuine curiosity, as if wondering who she was and why she'd be his partner. After a minute or so, she groaned and stood up, shaking her head. He stood next to her, letting her use him as a crutch to hold her weight up. "Whatever, we'll figure that out later, if you're still around then. You will still be around later, right?"

"Of course. I'll just make sure nobody else can see me." He still continued looking at her with keen interest. They started walking out of the clearing, though not before Raven picked up her discarded clothes - with trouble, and some assistance from the brown beast.

"So it's gonna be just me that can see you?"

"That's correct."

She let this sit in her head for a couple of seconds before letting out a sigh.

"I'm not going to enjoy explaining this to the High priestess."