I always spend days preparing for their arrival, by keeping my pussy nice and wet,my body shaved and anointed and my camp stocked with anything I think they might desire during their stay.
I know that they will spend one night on spells, one night on conjuring and one night using me for their pleasure, which is part of the price I must pay for their knowledge of the dark arts and to further my desire to be closer to the Dark Lord.
They will give me a potion that I will gladly drink and they will surround me as my mind is cleared and I am ready for the gifts they are about to bestow upon me.
I will stand in the center and they will chant around me until it is time. I will slit my wrists and offer them my life force, blood. This is only the beginning I have to wait and see what else will happen over the time of their visit.
I am always alive with anticipation and my pussy stays wet in preparation and this time is no different.