Chapter 3

The earlier rain had cooled the meadows and with the sun still behind heavy cloud it made for a chilly day to be out riding. “ Is it far to this Lodge then Guy?” Shelia asked as she rode behind him.

“Just a few minutes more now. See that clump of trees ahead, it’s in there.”

Having arrived it surprised Shelia how little light there was in the copse. They dismounted and tethered their mounts.

“Where on earth is it then Guy?”

He chuckled, “OK, better take my hand because it’s down a little slope through here.”

Having slivered down a path, the pair emerged into a clearing where the structure stood.

Hand in hand they stood taking-in the strangeness of the old building.

The Lodge was a folly of sorts; a small conical tower against a small square hall, built with local flint and stone. The clearing it which it stood, was worn through ages of activity; fire-ashes were still evident. A small crude table, long anchored into the ground, still survived. One could conjure up all manner of things past.

“How long has it stood here Guy?”

“Depends who you ask, but at least a couple of hundred years. It has a chequered history; religion, war and witches. What you might expect really Shelia.”

“Can you get inside it at all?”

“The hall is bolted up but the little tower you can,” said Guy as he walk up to it.

“Come on take a peek inside.” he said pushing at the small heavy door.

Once open, it revealed a short stone staircase which Shelia scampered up to find a simple circular space with two slit windows. Guy followed; and having glanced through the slits Guy smiled saying, “If this was a movie, it would be where you come into my arms, and we kiss.”

Shelia needed no further invitation and their kiss was long and passionate.

But they weren’t unable to leave it at that.

They each helped the other rid themselves of what they wore and Guy’s cock sprung out. Shelia released a cry of shock at the sight of the grown man’s erection.

But undeterred, the fourteen year-old fell naked with him onto the stone floor.

Animal-like in their lust, Guy handled the girl into a kneeling stance; to take her as a dog would a bitch.

As Guy rammed home his manhood; Shelia’s passionate screech reverberated through the ancient ruin.

Her virginal blood seeped onto the stone that was engraved with the Pentacle symbol.

The sound of the Coven’s chanting from the adjoined hall was lost to the the girl in her passion.

Yet it celebrated the initiation of her blood into their sect: As did her bloodstained tampons that Marina now placed into mouths of the childru; gathered on the Coven’s Pentacle to witness the virgin’s seeding: For the Pentacles of the tower and hall were a Pentagram; the same place.