Rose bent and lit the tall, red, tapered candle and then moved to the next. The pentagram, with its five points and five candles, was almost ready. Satan, her Master waited.

The coven was ready. Six strong and all of the faith, stripped naked beneath the rough, black woolen robes. She wore the same, but hers' was blood-red instead of black.

The forest around them was quiet, even the crickets and tiny creatures of the night were silent. It was as if the world held its breath.

"Gather women of the Master," Rose called and stood at the point of the pentagram. The women took up their places, each an arms-length from her sister around the star. After a few moments of shuffling, all was silent again.

 "Tonight, we celebrate the fertility of our men." She held up her phallus-tipped staff and pointed it towards each of the women. "Our small hamlet has prospered and grown in the last year. We owe Him thanks."

 "We owe Him thanks," chanted the women as they raised their arms. The sleeves of their robes fell to each woman's shoulders, revealing naked arms. 

"We owe Him thanks!" Rose cried even louder and raised her arms, the staff held high overhead.

 As one, the women reached down and unfastened the sashes that held their robes closed around them. "We owe Him thanks." Their voices grew louder and the women began to sway, as if to some music that only they heard.

 "We owe Him ourselves!" Rose dropped her hands and unfastened her robe then let it slide to the ground at her feet. The cold night air made her shiver and her nipples puckered into tight hard knots before she'd even stepped free of her robe. Goosebumps followed, trailing over her fully round breasts and shoulders then down her arms.  Ignoring the slight discomfort was easy, as she thought of what was to come.

 "We owe Him ourselves." The group echoed and an instant later, the coven stood naked.

 They danced then, around and around the pentagram. Rose passed the staff to her sister on the left and watched as she kissed and caressed the phallus-shaped prick.  Made of wood, and harder than any man could possibly be, the root had been anointed with the nectar of a hundred women over the years and shone as if it was waxed.

 The women danced their joy. They danced for the children that had been, or would be born to them. Each woman had a turn to caress and anoint the phallus with both her lips and the sacred junction of her sex. Each cried out and shuddered with bliss as she thanked their Lord Satan. As the dance went on, some of the women fell into a trance beyond reason or thought.

 Suddenly, from behind her in the underbrush, Rose heard branches breaking. Instantly, she stopped her dance. The woman closest to her also must have heard and stood looking into the forest.

 Rose nodded to her. Then she began to dance again, moving away from the one who'd stopped with her, gyrating, showing her joy at being a woman.

 Her heart raced. Someone was watching. Tales of WitchFinders and torture crossed her mind. She shuddered and swore it wouldn't happen to her.

 The other woman turned and faced the girl next to her and smiled. Reaching out, they touched breasts and kissed, drawing the intruders' attention. When Rose thought the time was right, she bent, picked up the sash that had held her robe together then faded into the underbrush.

 Branches dragged across her skin.  Her naked feet, used to the harsh ground, skimmed across the leaves towards the sounds she'd heard.  Silent as a wild thing, she approached then crouched, gaping at her discovery.

 Young Tom Hawkins crouched among the ferns. He wore a nightshirt, much as the women had, but he'd hiked his up around his waist. The dark-haired man was tall and lean from years of hard work, with a short beard like most of the village men. His gaze was fixed on the women in the clearing. His hand was fixed on himself. As Rose watched, he hiked up his shirt a little more, baring even more of himself to her. His erection was impressive, as was his ass.

 She waited for a few moments, until she was sure he was thoroughly excited and on the verge of spewing his seed. His muscles tensed and his hand moved at lightening speed.

 "Ahem!" Rose said, very loud, very clear and stepped into his tiny corner of the wood.