Smooth, dusky night, she felt the binds at her wrists with no inclination to struggle against them.
Warm air on her face, cool grass under her feet she allowed herself to be led by the fine leather chain attached to her collar until a hand gently stayed her progress.
Trees cast moon shadows on the clearing as he turned and lovingly, softly, firmly pushed her against the trunk of a broad holy oak, lifted her arms and secured her wrists to an overhanging branch, her cloak of heavy black velvet lined with silver silk fell away from her shoulders exposing the swell of her breasts and curves of her naked body to the quiet air, causing her to raise herself on her toes and stretch the arc of her body in exquisite surrender to the full moon.
Noiselessly the others gathered, her initiation commenced…
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