This story takes place before Kat, Vicky, Mary and Sue start using the circle. If you like it, or have any comments, please let me know at mordevious@netscape.net

It was one of those evenings when even the weather and the woods knew something was happening and all were still in anticipation. For the past six weeks, the coven had been trying to decide how to split up, not with any animosity mind you. The coven had been running for 6 years now, since it split from a mother coven, and had grown beyond what was manageable and fair. The split into two covens was easy to do for the members had fallen naturally into two groups, as was often the case. Ian still stood astride both groups, but since all the ceremonies in the past couple of years had been in his wood that was not unexpected, and it was the wood that was the bone of contention.

Please don't get the idea that this was hammer and tongs bitter argument, if anything it was the complete opposite. Ian had taken himself out of the discussions as an interested party and each group was suggesting the other have use of the circle for the minor esbbats, with them all coming together for the 4 major sabbats. They had discounted the idea of swapping alternate ceremonies, as some permanence was part of the local traditions. Each was willing to give the other sole use, but such was the love within the coven neither wanted to oust the other.

It was Yvonne who suggested the idea of the fight. 'It will confirm the split, but if we do it formally with rules it will allow both sides to honour each others claim to, and wishes for, the circle'

There was a general murmur of agreement until Carol spoke clearly, ‘I agree, and if no-one has any problems I would like to fight for us.' There was a general air of agreement especially when Yvonne spoke,

‘Well it was my suggestion, I offer myself as your opponent.'

So it was agreed that Carol and Yvonne would fight for the circle, with love and honour, for the right to decide who would use it from this day on.

Everyone spent the next half-hour discussing the rules. Carol and Yvonne had stepped back from the discussion and sat with Ian waiting for the decision. It wasn't long in coming, as everyone wanted it to be, serious, ritualistic but without animosity and not to hurt anyone. Thus they came up with a solution, 30 minutes of fighting, falls and submissions. No punching or kicking other than that anything goes. Whoever had the most falls would decide the outcome. The two girls accepted the rules and also agreed to wrestle skyclad.

‘This is like a ritual and since there is love and bonds between us all it should be as a ritual we fight' said Carol.

So it was that after the fire had been lit and the circle cast Yvonne and Carol were led into the centre.

Each wore a ceremonial robe and carried a candle.

Both intoned “We are born of the spirit, and to it we shall return. Like a drop of rain, flowing to the mighty ocean.”

Then they both let their cloaks drop and stood there Skyclad. With a smile both made the sign of the coven then turned to bow to assembled circle, from there they faced each other. Yvonne with her long auburn hair framing a round face, her body fit with the firmness of a swimmer. Carol was slightly taller, more angular in features and with the build of a runner.

Slowly they started to circle; arms outstretched looking for the chance to make first contact. It came and both girls moved fast to exploit it, Carol diving low reaching for Yvonne's legs, but finding Yvonne had at the same time thrown herself forward catching Carol in a reverse bear hug. Carol dropped to the grass and immediately rolled so Yvonne was now underneath with her back to the grass. Spreading her legs apart to prevent the roll continuing Carol also showed to the circle she was clean shaven, and as Yvonne's legs also spread for stability she did the same. I was obvious to all who watched that there was a tense struggle going on, each making a slight movement only to have it countered by the other, until Carol managed to unprized Yvonne's fingers and roll away.

Both quickly got to their feet, the initial trial over, each now with an inkling of what the other was capable of. It was Yvonne who initiated the next attack, grabbing Carols arm and turning in to try a shoulder throw but Carol bent her arm and changed it into a headlock whist the throw was underway and the two fell into a heap of struggling arms and legs. Finally Carol gained the upper hand and managed to get astride Yvonne's stomach, kneeling and holding a pair of wildly thrashing wrists. As she sat on Yvonne's taut stomach she could feel the muscles tensing and releasing, each time causing her to shiver, realising what was happening Carol moved up so she could put pressure on Yvonne's shoulders with knees. As she did so Yvonne bridged the twisted throwing Carol off balance so the pair ended with Yvonne's tits between Carols legs, but in the upper position.

As the two girls struggled for supremacy it was clear that around the circle a sexually charged air was forming. All were now kneeling, intent on the combat, but hands and bodies were touching, raising the excitement and feelings with each contact. Several had started kissing, but all attention was for the centre of the circle.

As Yvonne tried to move up between Carols legs they locked around her body, Yvonne could now see a smile on Carols face, ‘I've got you now, all you can do is submit' said Carol.

‘No chance.' Came the grunted reply as Yvonne twisted to try to get a hand between Carol's legs.

As she did Yvonne could feel Carol's wetness, and knowing her own state of arousal a tricky plan came to mind. With a twist Yvonne managed to get Carols legs open enough for her hand to cover Carol's mound and with flexing fingers she started to rub.

‘Ohh...” moaned Carol as the feelings made her relax for just that second allowing Yvonne to escape.

They both regained their feet, the eye contact never being broken then they collided, both going for a bear hug but neither getting the inside hold. Swaying like dancers they staggered around the circle until with a trip Carol again brought then crashing to the grass. They landed with each having a thigh between the others legs and while they held on they kissed deeply and used their thighs to excite the other.

The sexual arousal within the circle was mirrored by those around it. Now, while the combat was on many felt the emotions built up by the split overflow, and several impromptu bouts of wrestling and arousal sprung up. Yvonne and Carol were oblivious to this as all their concentration was focused on each other trying to gain the advantage. It was Yvonne that broke the deadlock with a quick nip of Carols ear, again distracted Carol relaxed just enough for Yvonne to break the hold and the two once more rolled apart.

Standing in the firelight, their faces flushed with the exertion and arousal the two once more circled. This time it was Carol who attacked, but Yvonne put her Judo experience to good use and executed a wonderful tomenage, the stomach throw. Rolling back with it Yvonne finished sat on Carol's shoulders in a perfect schoolgirl press and looked down smiling. Carol bucked for all she was worth but was unable to unseat her rider, all she succeeded in doing was moving Yvonne's cunt closer to her face. Finally Carol did the only thing available and started to eat Yvonne. For a good while they lay in this embrace, all could see the build up and the movements but neither would give in, Carol being pinned and Yvonne close to orgasm.

As soon as she felt the orgasm build up Yvonne moved her sweat slippery body down Carols till once more their legs entangled. They lay there cunt to cunt, tit to tit kissing hard and each trying to force the other over the edge of orgasm. Thus it was in that position they remained.

Around the circle several small groups started making love, their feelings enhanced by the sexual battle going on in front of them. The tension was only broken when a cry of ‘TIME' came from outside the circle where Ian had been timekeeping. At that instant both the combatants relaxed and let the waves of ecstasy wash over them as they came in each other's arms.

It was almost an hour later when everyone had relaxed enough to talk about the fight and it was agreed to leave it to the combatants to decide who had won. Carol and Yvonne looked at each other then Yvonne said ‘We have fought for the honour to use the circle, there was no victor and we all fought with love. Let us both leave the circle for those who will come after us. From this point let the Coven be two, let the circle be broken and may we travel the paths in peace and love. Merry meet, Merry part so we can Merry Meet again. So mote it be”

“SO MOTE IT BE.” Came the reply for the now two covens, and they parted into the night. They still get together, now and again, in the circle but neither coven lays claim to it and the memories and the feelings of that night still linger there to be felt by all who mediate in its embrace.