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Authors: Eden Bradley
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her body respond in the way it should, or it would surely be noticed.
It was easier as her sisters began her preparation. They surrounded her, their gentle hands stroking her skin once more: her shoulders, her breasts, making her nipples hard and ready. Her belly, her thighs, and then between them. She closed her eyes, imagined it was Akaash’s hands on her.
Her body heated, her sex going damp.
Akaash.
Seti’s fingers slipped over her damp cleft, joined by Fareen’s, pressing onto her clitoris. And she let her body respond as it had been trained to. Pleasure rose, spiraled, and she grew dizzy with it. The heat was a steady drumbeat between her thighs, and when she was on that keen edge, they pulled away.
“It is time,” Meidra said, stepping forward and fastening around Nitara’s hips a narrow cord that held the sacred dagger in its sheath. “Go to the Goddess, and make your Sacrifice.”
Nitara nodded, her heart racing. She was dizzy with nerves and a sensual excitement she couldn’t help. This was the purpose she had been bred for, and her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Desire poured through her, even as her mind argued with it, tried to suppress her yearning.
Do what you must.
Her sisters slipped her cowled tunic over her head, pulling the cowl over her hair, then tied the blue sash around her waist.
Leilin leaned in and whispered to her, “I will love you always, Little Sister. No matter what happens today.”
Nitara didn’t dare to look at her. She knew Leilin would understand. She moved through the curtained doorway and into the Temple.
The air was warm, stifling, and acrid with the scent of too many bodies. A low rumble vibrated in the air as the men muttered among themselves, the citizens of the city of Kroy Wen. All of them come to the Temple to witness this: sacred sex, sacred death.
Her stomach churned.
She caught sight of Nikkan waiting in the north transept, next to one of the iron cauldrons that held a bundle of burning sage. He nodded, acknowledging her.
Leilin was on her right, holding her arm. When they reached the high stone altar and Nitara caught sight of Akaash, his naked body held down by the hemp ropes that were traditional in the Sacrifice ritual, she gasped.
“Shh, Nitara,” Leilin whispered. “Be brave. Be strong.”
Nitara blinked back the tears stinging her eyes, and focused only on Akaash.
He was beautiful, his long, lean muscles straining against the ropes. His cock was as golden as the rest of him, hard and proud between his strong thighs. He was watching her, that dark familiar gaze. There was hunger in his eyes.
She would know his body, finally. Would feel his cock between her thighs, driving deep inside her.
Her body heated, her sex clenching hard.
Meidra raised her voice in prayer. She was joined by the stronger voices of the priestesses. Nitara looked to the platform behind the altar and saw her beloved Xian there. Would she ever understand what Nitara would do today?
But she must not think about that. She must think only of Akaash.
She was several feet from the altar itself, and could see now the rich darkness of his long hair, the smooth texture of his skin, his tattoo in stark, black relief against his gold skin. Closer, and her Breeder sisters left her side as she moved up the stairs, until she stood on the stone slab itself, covered in furs and linens.
Akaash watched her, his eyes gleaming with meaning. With hope. With love.
She melted, going weak all over.
Need him…
She straddled his body and removed her blue sash, laid it over his stomach. The crowd surged, and the Priestess’s chanting grew louder. When she drew her tunic over her head, the crowd cheered. She cared nothing for their approval. All she knew was the desire in Akaash’s eyes, in the arching of his body toward hers.
Akaash.
She formed his name silently with her lips, and he did the same in return, whispering, “Nitara,” soundlessly.
She was wet, needy, desire
It was easier as her sisters began her preparation. They surrounded her, their gentle hands stroking her skin once more: her shoulders, her breasts, making her nipples hard and ready. Her belly, her thighs, and then between them. She closed her eyes, imagined it was Akaash’s hands on her.
Her body heated, her sex going damp.
Akaash.
Seti’s fingers slipped over her damp cleft, joined by Fareen’s, pressing onto her clitoris. And she let her body respond as it had been trained to. Pleasure rose, spiraled, and she grew dizzy with it. The heat was a steady drumbeat between her thighs, and when she was on that keen edge, they pulled away.
“It is time,” Meidra said, stepping forward and fastening around Nitara’s hips a narrow cord that held the sacred dagger in its sheath. “Go to the Goddess, and make your Sacrifice.”
Nitara nodded, her heart racing. She was dizzy with nerves and a sensual excitement she couldn’t help. This was the purpose she had been bred for, and her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Desire poured through her, even as her mind argued with it, tried to suppress her yearning.
Do what you must.
Her sisters slipped her cowled tunic over her head, pulling the cowl over her hair, then tied the blue sash around her waist.
Leilin leaned in and whispered to her, “I will love you always, Little Sister. No matter what happens today.”
Nitara didn’t dare to look at her. She knew Leilin would understand. She moved through the curtained doorway and into the Temple.
The air was warm, stifling, and acrid with the scent of too many bodies. A low rumble vibrated in the air as the men muttered among themselves, the citizens of the city of Kroy Wen. All of them come to the Temple to witness this: sacred sex, sacred death.
Her stomach churned.
She caught sight of Nikkan waiting in the north transept, next to one of the iron cauldrons that held a bundle of burning sage. He nodded, acknowledging her.
Leilin was on her right, holding her arm. When they reached the high stone altar and Nitara caught sight of Akaash, his naked body held down by the hemp ropes that were traditional in the Sacrifice ritual, she gasped.
“Shh, Nitara,” Leilin whispered. “Be brave. Be strong.”
Nitara blinked back the tears stinging her eyes, and focused only on Akaash.
He was beautiful, his long, lean muscles straining against the ropes. His cock was as golden as the rest of him, hard and proud between his strong thighs. He was watching her, that dark familiar gaze. There was hunger in his eyes.
She would know his body, finally. Would feel his cock between her thighs, driving deep inside her.
Her body heated, her sex clenching hard.
Meidra raised her voice in prayer. She was joined by the stronger voices of the priestesses. Nitara looked to the platform behind the altar and saw her beloved Xian there. Would she ever understand what Nitara would do today?
But she must not think about that. She must think only of Akaash.
She was several feet from the altar itself, and could see now the rich darkness of his long hair, the smooth texture of his skin, his tattoo in stark, black relief against his gold skin. Closer, and her Breeder sisters left her side as she moved up the stairs, until she stood on the stone slab itself, covered in furs and linens.
Akaash watched her, his eyes gleaming with meaning. With hope. With love.
She melted, going weak all over.
Need him…
She straddled his body and removed her blue sash, laid it over his stomach. The crowd surged, and the Priestess’s chanting grew louder. When she drew her tunic over her head, the crowd cheered. She cared nothing for their approval. All she knew was the desire in Akaash’s eyes, in the arching of his body toward hers.
Akaash.
She formed his name silently with her lips, and he did the same in return, whispering, “Nitara,” soundlessly.
She was wet, needy, desire
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