Writing to Share Sister
"You stand silent Warrior, that cannot
fair me well..."
The vessel womon stared at me as she sat across
the campfire, and I heard her thoughts as plainly
as if she had spoken to me.
A shiver caressed my heart and I felt its
tremble waken a deeper part of me. I let the womon
know her thoughts had not gone unnoticed by moving
to her side in a quick step over the fire.
"Do you seek to share the pagan fire
with me vessel womon?" My voice was much
harsher than I intended, but it conveyed my need
appropriately. It had been long webstrands since
I had last tended flame and my soul ached for
the source this womon carried in her eyes.
"Your name womon?" I asked, as I
extended my wrists to her. She grasped them firmly
as she stood. Her height leveled at my eyesight
and I drew a deep breath.
"I am named for the Goddess, Diana. I
carry her flame warrior, call me Artenimis, it
means source of the Goddess in my web. And yes,
I seek the pagan flame and it is you I choose
to tend the fire with ...do you accept?"
My heart reeled as my mind sent prayers to
bless the goddess for my good fortune. Before
me stood no novice of the flame, as Artenimis
stood before me as a fully empowered womon vessel,
trained to give the kinds of pleasures my heart
and soul sought. Without hesitation, I took my
acceptance position before her. I kneeled, clasping
her wrists so that the wings of our raptor brands
touched. The caress was intense as she drew me
up her length.
"Do not kneel to me warrior, you are
my equal. We have no need of worship, less it
be the altar 'tween your thighs or mine that we
kneel. The Goddess has joined us for this destined
heartstrand, I gladly greet you sister ...ho!"
"You grace me with your presence Artenimis.
I am yours to own this night, claim me."
And I as warrior I meant every word. I would lay
aside my shield to honor this womon's need of
a vessel womon. Two warriors, two vessels, blessed
and unashamed to join by act of the mother ...so
mote it be! We had found our flame and it was
strong in our hearts, used to the toils of tending
through ritual... act ... and emotion... this
flame we walked the webstrands to defend and guide
Without another word, and with only softly
shared thoughts between us, we made our way past
the campfires and toward the fielded meadow. A
thoughtful couple had left a soft cloth stuffed
with feathers for others to recline upon and we
dragged it to a more secluded area. My heart was
in the burden ...my muscles ached to cast this
womon down and claim her.
"It is best to anticipate the joining
...and not get lost in the hunt." The elder's
words echoed back to me from years of training.
Heeding the silence between us, Artenimis
clasped her hand around my wrist as we walked,
not needing the touch but wanting it, which was
more than I had hoped for. My mind drew back from
the moment and wandered to another time, my first
sourcing of the flame ...but I did not linger
there, too many senses were inflamed with Artenimis
so near for me to linger far from her in this
Her stride matched mine as we found our way
to the huge oak tree that had laid itself open,
offering its heart as shelter to the woodland
creatures. Tossing the sack of cloth inside I
made myself busy with the task of preparing the
bed. Already assuming the role of vessel, I was
admitting my weakness by my actions. She did not
turn from me, but instead gathered me in her arms
and pulled me to the bed. Our bodies met with
the crash of lightning and thunder ...the passion
swept in with fervor and played on our senses
as we struggled to breathe the ways of the flame
to one another ...she in her want ...and I in
my need. We challenged the strength between us
and laughed aloud when we made the clumsy mistakes
a novice might make while enjoying the soothing
touch of a sister's nurturing.
I silently gave my will over to the
Goddess and lay watching as Artenimis disrobed.
From her pack she took a deep sea blue sarong
and tied it about her waist. Kneeling beside
me she asked softly, "Yours?"
I rose and stripped myself skyclad,
and taking the deep red sarong of my web
from my pack I tied it about my breasts,
noticing as I did so that she drew contentment
from my decision to be her vessel first.
By their very nature the sarongs we wore
spoke of our acceptance of the Goddess ...and
gave us full access to one another. She
leaned back against the bedding and watched
as I drew the oils from my pack and began
to massage her feet and legs, moving upward
With gentleness and complete submission I
lingered where she responded and moved on when
she gave no sign of pleasure. As I neared her
lips of privacy she moaned softly and whispered,
"Linger there warrior... I have need of you
Her hands guided my wandering entranced tongue
until she found herself satisfied ...and I was
silent in my claiming of her in this way ...knowing
it would be a much more intense claiming later,
when the sourcing began.
She raised herself up and drew me gently by
the hair to kiss her. "Speak your name to
me Warrior, I would know who worships my altar..."
Her whisper demanded my attention and I breathed
it into the nape of her neck as I drank from her
there. "I am called Menidae, source and flame
carrier of the Goddess Hecatate, in my web."
Her sigh spoke to me from the depths of her
being as I locked my teeth into her skin ...the
first claiming mark now lay upon her ...and she
groaned and bid me bite deeper.
In a swift movement she turned the tide upon
me and I lay beneath her, gasping at the quickness
of her strength. Finally, a womon who could easily
kill me, she wouldn't, but could, and the knowledge
fed my arousal. Excitement rose in my veins as
expectation coursed through my body. I felt her
strength wane to gentle caresses of my breasts
...teaching my nipples the lessons of her want
...and they obeyed ...oh, how they obeyed!
Moving in rhythm she rode her needs upon me
...thrusting her pelvis into mine with the force
of her warrior self ...and I submitted and found
her pace. Keeping time with her until I felt the
rush of the flame overcome us both as we mutually
let go of reality in unison. Never had I felt
such depth in a womon's touch ...such taking as
what she had just raked across my soul. There
would be no other this lifestrand to match our
mating, and we both knew it.
"Should we speak vows Menidae, will you
bring yourself to me again in the ritual ways?"
she asked, in the mid of the intensities, knowing
full well that I would promise my soul if she
but asked. But instead, she only asked of my grace
to the gift we shared.
"If the Goddess blesses our journeys
apart from one another womon, I shall return to
your side, it is my vow."
"Then I make the same claim and vow Menidae.
Next turn of the full moon I will come to tend
flame with you, and will continue to do so until
love no longer flows, as it does now, between
The air was charged with the residue of our
lovemaking, and we lingered there for a time,
exploring the ways of each other's bodies, knowing
that the dawn crept ever closer. Its impending
arrival gave us reason to dread the moment we
must part ...knowing it was the parting that would
flame the craving. Knowledge that the craving
would bring us again to the fires did not make
As Artenimis stood she lingered over my sarong,
gently tending to it as she folded it and stored
it in my pack. She had once again assumed the
mantle of the womon vessel and she wore it well.
"Keep that..." The words slipped my
Artenimis turned, "You seek to share
my heart also warrior?" Her delighted smile
lit her eyes. I dared not hope. She untied her
blue sarong and lifted it to her lips, and after
kissing it she let it drift to my lap. "I
tend flame eternal with you warrior, so mote it
be, for as long as love shall last and grow between
It seemed like years passed in those moments
that we held one another watching the sun rise.
The night's loving was still resting fresh in
our hearts as I murmured, "You have sourced
me well sister. I will tend the webstrands renewed.
I love you, sister." I extended my wrists
and she mated hers to mine.
She drew me close and whispered in my ear,
"And so soon parted
may my heart journey
well within its new home ...return to me ...lover."
"Nothing, absolutely nothing, shall keep
me from you ...now that you exist ...womon."
My hands gently turned her as I braced her against
the tree that had sheltered us. "Wait here
for my return when you come again..."
"I will..." she whispered, and for the
first time I saw true strength in the new weakness
of her love of me ...and I gained more faith ...to
carry on the pagan ways.
Melody Adams ~Splitfeathers