Book 4-7. The Baphomet Mysteries. Supernatural Scotland and the Forbidden Knowledge of the Knights Templar E-BOOK

'...In the evening, in the midst of a feast and general fun, Fedelm expressed a desire to go out into the air. Cavallon gave her a cloak, dressed himself, and they left the feast. Auguste tried not to abuse intoxicating drinks, and was completely sober. Fedelm went to the stable and unfastened the two horses from the hitching post.
"Let's go to Craig Fadrig's Castle," she said curtly and kissed Auguste.
He implicitly obeyed her, his masculine essence trembled, anticipating the wedding night. Auguste helped his wife to get on the horse, and they went to Craig Fadrig. They drove slowly and for a long time, it was getting dark early at this time of the year, and therefore, caution should be exercised on the mountain road. Finally, the silhouette of the castle appeared. In the evening winter haze, the castle again appeared to the chevalier as a mysterious refuge for wizards.
The porter immediately opened the castle gates. The couple rode horseback into the courtyard of the castle. The servants helped them to dismount and took the horses to the stable. The newlyweds climbed the stairs of the donjon tower and proceeded to Fedelm's room. The maid helped them take off their cloaks and left immediately. Finally, the couple were left alone.
Fedelm removed the golden diadem-moon from her head and placed it on the dressing table. Then she loosened the laces at the bodice, removed her sky blue taffeta overdress, and began to undo the braids. Auguste took this as an invitation to lie down on the bed and did not keep himself waiting.
Auguste undressed, threw back the silk coverlet and drowned in a duck feather bed. Fedelm continued her evening toilet. Finally, throwing off her silk shirt, the naked woman went up to the table, poured wine from a jug into a goblet and handed it to her husband:
"Drink wine, the drink will give you strength."
Auguste took a sip, the taste of the wine was strange and unusual. But despite this, he had a desire to drink it to the last drop. He drained the bowl and tossed it aside, a clinking of silver was heard, the vessel fell to the floor. Auguste drew his wife to him, and she lay down beside him.
Their bodies intertwined like lips in a kiss. Fedelm moaned loudly with pleasure. Auguste was at the pinnacle of sexual bliss. Suddenly, a red veil covered his eyes. He felt that having Fedelm as a woman was not enough for him. He had a keen desire to feel the taste of her blood, and he dug into her shoulder like a madman.
Fedelm screamed in pain, tried to free herself. He leaned on her with all his weight and licked the blood from her wound. She was seriously frightened of such love games and began to call for help. Auguste closed his wife's mouth with a passionate kiss, almost biting off her lips. Finally, she lost her strength and stopped resisting her husband. Auguste with violent force continued to fulfill the duty of his husband. The wife no longer screamed and did not call for help, having lost consciousness.
After recovering from excitement and bloodlust, Auguste found that he was still lying on Fedelm. He listened to his wife's breathing, her lovely chest rose and fell peacefully. On the shoulder of his wife, a trace of his bite was clearly visible. Auguste took a linen napkin from the dressing table, soaked it in a vessel of water, and blotted the wound. The wound paled slightly, he repeated the procedure again and again. Fedelm rolled onto her side, breathing calmly and evenly.
Auguste covered his wife with a blanket, no longer feeling the slightest desire to sleep. He was in disarray, not finding an explanation for his behavior. How could this even happen? He behaved cruelly, overwhelmed by animal passion. "Maybe it's the wine?" Thought August. "Fedelm didn't drink it, after all." It looks like the stimulating effect of a drink, but why did she need it?"…'