Femdom Kingdom

Men are useful in their place.

During the day these witches informally lounge around in the woods in their casual-wear.

In a magical forest glen in the fairytale kingdom of Athenia, under the bright cold light of the full moon, three women gathered around a large ancient stone.

Three witches gathering for an important moonlight ceremony

"Caution, sisters, my little Bubo speaks of an invading army approaching. They be male, every last one of them, and clad in metal armor as they march under the banner of the Earl of Banewasp," said the youngest of them, standing with a small barn owl nestled on her shoulder. She had just turned twenty-two years but wore the expression and the clothing of a woman skilled in forestry and falconry.

"This must be the threat which Great Hecate mentioned to me in my dreams last morn, Melicious," said the oldest one out of her warm black hooded cloak as she wiped a cobweb from the head of her ornate walking staff.

"Yes, Esmeralda," said the third woman to the oldest, "but we were prepared for fire and flood and all manner of natural disaster, not for the irrational destruction by ignorant men seeking to make slaves of our beautiful kingdom."

The oldest smiled and replied to the other two worried women, "By Hecate's providence, we have all we need to send them reeling in circles and fighting amongst themselves endlessly."

The youngest queried, somewhat exasperated, "Is it the Fog of Confusion spell you mean? Do we have the masculine energy of the sun tucked away inside a potion or gem or magic wand somewhere unknown to me?"

"Oh, I think I know what you mean, Esmeralda," said the middle-aged one, Rhiamon, in her expensive dark gown, "The one ingredient we lack, we can summon to us. A sacrificial man can provide the necessary masculine energy to accompany the limitless feminine energy of the Moon."

The elderly woman cackled with approval.

"What chant shall we use to perform this summoning?" asked the youngest.

Esmeralda started, "Harken, trees of Yarrow."

After a moment's thought, Rhiamon added, "... In the peaceful glen and vale..."

Melicious offered, "Bring us what we conjure."

And Esmeralda finished with, "A sun-soaked handsome male."

Delighted with the wording, the three women repeated the chant over and over, starting soft and slow.

They let the chant grow louder and more energetic until they heard a noise approaching from the woods, like a stumbling newborn deer or perhaps a large clumsy polecat.

At the sound, they softened the chant to just a whisper.