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Massachusetts embodied many things about America: the maritime history, the political history, holding the title of the first rebellious state against the English Crown, as well as a growing Wiccan community. One of whom included a black cat named Alex, whose townhouse I visited after we first talked on the Howlr app.

Something about black cats were so alluring. They could be so mysteriously graceful and otherworldly, notably when they're curled up on a soft bed sheet, yearning to be cuddled by another male. Such as the one smiling up at me, wearing only a laurel crown made of ferns and dandelions around his adorable midnight ears. White tattoos of druid markings circled around his slim stomach, while I already knew a pair of cherub wings were tattooed into the shoulder blades, thanks in part to seeing him strip earlier.

As I approached the bed, wearing absolutely nothing but Mother Nature's given clothing to me, my eyes traveled from the ornate tapestry above the headboard, with a detailed pentagram between two crescent moons displayed in the woven fabric.

I grinned back down to Alex, who began to purr when my knees shifted onto the bed, and I began crawling over him, our hardened erections pulsing to life. His tail swished against our ankles, then snaked around my leg until the tip brushed teasingly against my inner thigh.

"H-How'd you...learn that?" I struggled against giggling from the touch.

"Years of practice, dude." He said with lustful pride. "Now, shall we commence the ritual?"

"You're not going to make me chant a spell I can't pronounce, are you?" I toyed with the feline, who rolled his eyes at my attempt at a joke. "What?"

"Not all Wiccans cast spells, you old dog." Alex explained while reaching for a small remote on his nightstand, which furthermore held a lit candle among the others surrounding the room. He pressed a button, and a soft chant of various deities' names mixed with soft drums and mystic flutes played on a small speaker in the corner of the bedroom. The scent of burning incense filled our nostrils too. "I am of a coven which believes all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals to the God and Goddess. Each sexual and carnal act with a willing partner is a sacred prayer, which brings me closer to nature as a descendant of our carnal ancestors. Thus, our carnal desires are our natural desires, and must be freely expressed as we please."

He leaned forward to nuzzle his head between my pecs, nipping playfully on one before looking into my eyes again with his beautiful red orbs. No doubt contacts, but still exotic.

"I might consider converting then," I wagged my tail in interest, licking my lower lip.

"You do not need to become Wiccan in order to properly be included in the ritual," Alex reminded me, then chuckled. "But it wouldn't hurt to become a brother of Wicca."

Cupping his soft chin gently with my fingers, I guided him to my muzzle.

"Duly noted," came my reply as our lips finally connected, happily surrendering to the carnal desires courtesy of our animal ancestors.

I then chortled childishly when his thin whiskers tickled my cheeks. Our tongues danced around each other in tune to the enchanting music. Yet my attention laid focused more on kissing the sultry black cat, his rough tongue and lithe body rubbing against mine causing my erect length to grow even harder. My canine member revealed more and more centimeters of itself.

"Take me." He purred fiercely once we parted for air. "By the God and Goddess, take me...please."

Much obliged, I began playing with the black cat's well-brushed, well-groomed body like an erotic musical instrument. One capable of making beautiful noises. A few pinches to the nipples, then a caress to his neck, and he chorused in heightened ecstasy, mewling as I led him into another intimate kiss. The kind which compelled me to appreciate the moment, which compelled Alex to relax for the journey, and which also compelled us to enjoy the scenic route on the slow, beautifully exotic road to our climactic destination.

When the black cat's roping tail let go of my leg, I shifted my knees up until the feline lad's erection brushed under my scrotum, then slapped against the cleft of my muscular ass, leaving a dollop of precum to stain my wagging Doberdane tail. Meanwhile, Alex had placed his laurel crown on the left bedpost, allowing me to pat between his warm, lowered ears as his whiskers once again tickled me, only they labored my breathing with laughter from each sweep against my musky sheath. He inhaled said musk, shuddering as the feline's tongue traced along the curve as my massive, red dogcock throbbed against his cold nose, which nudged up at my heavy scrotum. The eager lad sniffed once again, failing to suppress a moan.

"What a lovely phallus," he murmured, then made out with my member.

I panted loudly at feeling Alex's tongue thoroughly explore. I hung my head back from each and every tough, from his fingers groping my glutes to tugging down on my hefty ball sack, playing with each producer of seed wrapped in my fur and skin as the black cat lapped up my shaft's underside.

He had a great mouth. Not too rough with the tongue but not too limp either, letting the appendage slither and drink up the liquids dripping from my member like it were milk. My favorite of course, was when he tried licking between my pulled back sheath skin and the emerged dogcock leaking all over his nose. Even while deepthroating the entire phallus, his tongue managed to do it, and I relished in the embrace as he inhaled and exhaled through the pubic fur he'd been worshipping. Like all good things, it needed to end for better ones. I pulled my pulsing length out and Alex caught his breath.

"You okay there?" I asked, wiping my forehead.

"Spectacular," he giggled, the purring evermore vibrant in the back of his unoccupied throat. "I'm about ready to explode any moment."

"Same here," I growled in hunger.

Scratching behind one of his hot ears, I then did a twirling motion with a finger.

I reached for the lube bottle on his nightstand, the glow of the candles still burning brightly. Alex slid himself upwards until our muzzles connected again, his fingers clinging to my thighs and eventually the headboard after turning around to face it. His back shivered when I leaned closer, my muscles almost enveloping him into a hug as my canines playfully bit into an exposed area of the neck. Not hard enough to hurt, let alone pierce the skin, but enough to tug on it. Just enough for feline to loudly purr and trill like the submissive cat he was meant to be.

The lubrication oil smelled like timber oak, almost like the incense fumigating the bedroom, but it didn't distract me from stretching my dogcock underneath that luscious tail curling around my midsection. With a few experimental thrusts, the canine shaft easily lunged inside, spreading the black cat's insides as they clenched around me, and making his musical purrs vibrate through my fangs. Praise the God and Goddess!

***

"So, you really don't have a religion?"

I shrugged, then stabbed my fork into the slice of steak as Alex nibbled on his tofu salad. It was later into the afternoon, and after recovering from the 'ritual', we showered together before suggesting we go out for dinner. My treat, of course. So, we went to an inviting restaurant owned by one of Alex's fellow coven members.

"I grew up in East Germany, so our only religion was to the Russian State," I said matter-of-factly, chewing on my food. "Honestly? I've never really considered a religion, since most of them like scapegoating us."

"Gay people or witches?" He pondered aloud.

"All of the above," I answered between bites, then swallowed. "I was only kidding when I said I'd consider converting, but it doesn't mean I'm not open to...you know, learning about Wicca. At least, your sect of it."

"Really?" Alex quirked an eyebrow, then licked some mustard from his nose. "I won't lie, I didn't think you were being serious either. Just getting into the heat of the moment, y'know? But if you really do want to learn more, I can always send you my email address. Answer any questions you have, so long as my coven's okay with the answers I give."

My tail swished behind me as I took another bite of the steak. "It's a deal, Alex."

We clinked our glasses of water together, toasting to the rest of our planned evening. If I was going to learn about Wicca, Alex said he needed to 'perform more rituals' with me.