The Great Rite

The mud on her skin had dried, cracks spreading across the spirals painted on her body.

With the smoke of fire and incense now faded, she slid off the stag she had ridden through the ceremony, the painted whorls on his fur crumbling to dust.

She’d feared him, at first. A whole head taller than she, his antlers branching out above his head beyond that, she’d felt certain she’d end up impaled on one of his tines before he’d ever let her ride him.

But he’d been calm, giving soft snorts as she approached, holding out her hand for him to sniff, and relief washed over her as he stepped forward to nuzzle into her palm.

She’d pressed her forehead against his broad nose then, and he’d bent his front legs so she might climb on, and he’d raised her higher than she’d ever been before.

She gripped his antlers, clenching her legs as he stepped forward, taking some time before she felt comfortable.

And then she’d drunk the elixir of the rite, and the incense had been thrown on the fire, billows of smoke washing over her, and together she and the stag ran through the forest, leading the herd.

And now it had ended, and she felt exhilarated, and sore, torn between wishing for bed and wishing the night might continue.

She pressed her forehead again to the broad nose of the stag, closing her eyes as she thanked him for his care.

Something shifted beneath her touch, a hand caressed her shoulder, and she opened her eyes to gaze into the dark brown eyes of a man standing where moments earlier the stag had been, dried sworls of mud crackling across his skin.

His gaze burned into hers, and her pulse quickened, heat spiralling from her cleft to send her skin buzzing.

He tilted his head, his lips pressing against hers, and she lifted a hand to hold the back on his neck, her thumb brushing his earlobe as their lips parted and their tongues met.

His hands pulled at the cord around her neck, and it came loose, the thin leather top she wore dropping to her hips. His hands were warm on her breasts, and when he pressed his knee between her thighs she happily spread her legs, lifting one to wrap it around his waist as he lifted her loin cloth, his erection pressing against her. He lifted her, and she wrapped her other leg around him, clinging to him as he knelt, lowering her onto the soft mossy ground beneath them as he covered her with his warmth.

He kissed her again, his kisses moving down her neck, across her shoulder, When his mouth closed over her breast she gasped at the sudden wet warmth, his tongue circling her nipple before he sucked, sending spirals of pleasure shooting down her spine. When his cock pressed inside her she moaned, spreading her legs to pull him deeper, and then they thrust together, grasping at each other as wave after wave of pleasure washed through them, and they came as one.

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