The beating of drums could already be heard in the night outside, and the low murmur of voices slowly turned into rhythmic chanting. Preparations were soon ready, and the attenders were taking care of the final dressings. He was waiting, as was custom, in a ceremonial hut decorated with small lights and a wealth of scented flowers. Though he was accompanied by the attenders that were dressing him, not a word was uttered. There was to be absolute silence before the ritual.

Of course, all that could be said had been said long ago. It was time for a renewal of the divine bond, the age-old covenant with the Red God. He were to join with a girl from their tribe, a ritual bonding in the open. A bonding which, if their ritual was genuine enough, would invoke the Red God in person. Without even knowing it, he had been marked for this ritual since his birth, as had she. And now he stood in that hut, moments away from this meeting with the divine, deeply hoping that she was as nervous as he was. They had dressed him in a simple, painted cloth and hung ritual beads around his neck. The mark of blessings had been painted on his stomach and he had partaken of the ritual broth, meant to lend strength and fortitude. Finally, they brought forth a wooden chest. Opening the lid, they revealed a animalistic mask carved out of dark wood, with patterns painted on, faded after generations of use. And as they put the mask on him, the preparations were complete. The time had come.

The attenders strode in front of him, parting the cloth hanging over the the opening of the hut. Outside the others from the tribe were gathered in a great circle, chanting and dancing slowly around the ritual altar. The altar itself shone like a beacon in the night. A circle of torches and fertility statuettes surrounded a large, makeshift bedding, covered in furs, blankets and flowers in blazing red and orange colors. And looming over the altar was the great statue of the Red God, a strange mix of man and beast, its gaze piercing and feral even when carved from wood.

Then he saw her, stepping out of the other hut with her own attenders. Even covered in her ritual attire, she was beautiful as ever. She wore a mask, similar to his, and had her long hair braided with flowers in it. Colorful beads hung around her neck, her naked breasts resting underneath. A loose cloth hung around her waist, still showing her slender legs. Already he could feel his heart beating faster, partly from anticipation, partly from nervousness.

But there was no time for hesitation, as the attenders urged him on towards the altar. The chanting grew louder as they approached the middle of the ritual circle, and the onlookers fell to their knees in reverence. His body shuddered as the beating of the drums grew louder, slowing down to an ominous march. Finally, the attenders stepped back, leaving him standing alone, waiting for her. There was a nervousness in her walk, but also a silent dignity. His eyes were drawn to her hips, swaying seductively as she walked. For just a moment, his thoughts wandered, forgetting the people around them.

Once she came to him, the chanting and drumming stopped. For a brief moment the exchanged nervous glances, before exchanging the ceremonial greeting by joining their hands and bowing. The ritual master let out a deep, animal howl that echoed in the night. A portent of things to come. Then, with an almost inhumanly deep chant, he began the prayer to the Red God. Hands joined, the two walked up to the statue that loomed over the altar, and knelt in front of it, joining in the prayer.

“…and bless this night these two

Let red blood run hot

And age-old pact hold true

Keep safe your lot…”

As the prayer finished, they drank from the offering bowl, a sign of the sacred bonding. Barely had the bowl left their lips before they felt the fire rising inside. A burning, sensation that made their hearts beat heavy, and their breaths deep. Their heads grew lighter, filled with a growing hunger and a strange murmur urging them on. Once more the chanting and the drums started sounding, and they looked at each other. It was their turn.

They took each others hands and led each other to the altar, her hand soft and hot in his. And as they entered the circle of torches again, they faced each other. Slowly, rhythmically, they started dancing to the beat of the drums. A bit apprehensively at first, feeling each other out, conscious about the eyes upon them. But little but little, the ceremonial drink loosened their nerves, made their bodies move on their own as if guided by some unseen force. Moving closer to each other and away again, touching lightly, holding closely, brushing their bodies against each other softly. And as he watched her body move, and her gaze growing hotter, he forgot himself, growing bolder and hungrier.

The dance became more and more intense, hands interlocking, hips pressed against hips and their bodies moving in ever more suggestive ways. Little by little they grew closer in their shared fervor, and soon her hands moved to remove his mask — the first mark of the progression of the ritual. As she took it off and put it down, he suddenly felt a new nakedness, as he felt her gaze upon him. Of course she had seen his face before, but never…like this. But her hands took his, and moved them to her face. Showing him she was ready. And with slightly trembling hands, he took her mask off, slowly, reverently. Her braided hair fell loose, glowing like embers in the torchlight. In that moment, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

For a few moments they just looked at each other with new eyes, almost as if meeting for the first time. But then, the dance began anew. Still intense, but now much more intimate and personal. Not just body to body, but heart to heart. Hands exploring softly, warm skin against warm skin, playing in the torchlight and the shadows. At moments slow and flowing, at moments intense and energetic. Working each up, making the blood flow fast and hot. And then, hands flowing over each others bodies, the cloths around their waists fell to the ground. Moments passed as they gazed upon each others’ bodies. Trembling touches, as the dance came to a halt. She let her hand lightly trace over his muscles, as he let his fingers stroke along her body, sensing the softness of her womanly curves. She took his hand, and pulled him up towards the altar bedding.

As they sat down upon the bedding, she took a bowl of salves and offered it to him. He nodded and took a handful of salve in his hand. It made his skin grow warm, a tingling sensation spreading though his hand. She put down the bowl, offering her body to him. And with his heart beating heavy, he started spreading the salve over her body. Her skin was soft as a flower’s petal, sun-kissed and blushing. She sighed as his hand spread the salve around her neck, arching her head to the side. His hands traveled downwards, over her round, soft breasts, heaving under his touch. As the salve worked, he felt her nipples stiffen under his hands, and her breath grew heavier. She too took salve in her hands, and let her hands travel over his body. For a long while their hands explored hungrily, rubbing and each other, their skin almost burning from the salve. Closer and closer their hands strayed to those most sensitive spots, but never quite touching. But their hunger grew louder and louder, like the baying of wolves. Finally, their lips met.

At first, careful, soft caresses. But they soon became longing, deep kisses, as hands strayed and stroked. As his hand finally caressed the inside of her thighs and up to her womanhood, scorching hot and wet, he felt her hand on his stiffness, slowly, but firmly stroking. He gasped for air, and when his fingers touched her wetness, she winced and bucked her hips against his hand. Their hands explored each other hungrily, lips locked to each other, urging each other on. Bit by bit they worked each other into a fervor, her hand stroking and fondling his rock hard cock, while his fingers stroked and caressed her wet tightness. Finally, they could not take it anymore.

He pushed her gently down on her back, their lips still locked together. Hungry kisses longing for more, his lips exploring her neck and throat as she moaned lightly, her fingers nestling through his hair. Continuing downwards, he kissed her collarbones, while his hands lightly stroked her breasts. His lips soon followed, lightly kissing and licking her, playing with her stiff nipples. Carefully nibbling on them, as she winced with delight, her grip on his hair tightening. He teased her for a good while, stroking and caressing, before he felt her hand push him downwards. Obliging, he kissed his way down her stomach, his tongue playing around her navel for a moment. When his lips finally met her wetness, she let out a deep moan, bucking her hips against him. Following her sounds and shivers, he explored her most sensitive spots, his tongue and fingers stroking her with careful reverence. She bucked and squirmed, feeling the pleasure rise inside as his tongue caressed her most sensitive. Little by little, she edged closer to a first, small climax. And with a great shiver, a warm pleasure washed over her in small waves, leaving her gasping for breath, pressing him against her as she came.

A few moments passed, as he let her down, his hands caressing her as she laid panting. He held her face in his hands, and shared a deep kiss, an appreciation for each other. Then, she let her hand travel down his stomach, and wrap around his stiffness. Slowly, she started massaging and stroking him, as she felt him draw for breath. She broke their kiss, her lips placing small kisses along his chest and stomach as she prepared to repay the pleasure. She felt his hand nestle in her hair, holding her tenderly as she carefully started kissing and licking him, feeling his shivers. And when she finally took him in her mouth, he shuddered, his grip on her hair tightening. Lovingly, she let her lips and tongue tease him, sliding him in and out of her mouth, playing hungrily with him. Her hand slowly massaging him, enjoying his warmth against her skin. But she didn’t want to hurry things too much.

So with a parting kiss, he took him out of her mouth and pushed him down sitting. With a nervous, but expectant smile, she put her legs around him. Putting his arms around her, he kissed her deeply, feeling her wetness pressing against him. The chanting grew louder, and the beating of the drums echoed deeper and deeper. They looked at each other for a brief moment. No words were exchanged, but many thing were said. Finally, she lowered herself on him, and as he entered her wet tightness, they gasped for air, bodies pressed tightly against each other. His hands grabbed her behind, supporting her as she let him push completely into her. They rested for just a moment, lost in the feeling of total unity. Then, slowly but surely she started moving her hips, his stiffness sliding in and out of her. Breathing heavily, she began moving faster, moving her body to make him touch her sensitive places as she rode. He arched her backwards, holding her tightly, so he could kiss her neck and breasts as she moved. She let out a deep sight of pleasure, as his lips caressed her breasts and his stiffness slowly entered her over and over.

He pushed her gently forward and down on her back, still deep inside her. Kissing her deeply, he wrapped his arm around her, continuing to thrust into her. She put her arms and legs around him, pulling him close to her, wanting him even closer, even deeper. Their pace grew more and more intense, bodies straining for more pleasure. Little by little they both edged closer to climax, tension and heat building with every trust. As she felt the climax coming on, she cried out, pressing her hips against him. Finally, a great pleasure washed over her, and her body tensed up, as she gave in to the orgasm. Feeling her tense up, he couldn’t hold out much longer. He kept moving as she came with deep, intense thrusts. And then, at last, he kissed her deeply as he climaxed inside her with pulsating spurts. The kept moving slowly as they came down, still savoring the tender pleasure of each others’ bodies. A tingling, sensitive pleasure and a deep warmth. When they finally came to a rest, they looked at each other, a wordless expression of affection and intimacy.

Suddenly, a gasp went through the crowd around them and the two felt a presence enter the glade. The statue that had been looming over them suddenly cracked and sprung to life, growing larger, with eyes burning like hot coals. The Red God had deemed them worthy. As the crowd around them prostrated themselves before the manifested God, the two suddenly grew nervous, unsure what was expected of them. As if it knew, the Red God reached out and gestured at them. Suddenly, it was as if the altar had caught fire, blazing hot in the night. They felt as some supernatural spirit came over them, and it didn’t take long before they had forgotten all about everything around them.

The tiredness they had felt just moment before completely gone. She started moving again, her hips grinding against him. He reached up towards her, but she took his hands and held them down with surprising strength. There was an animal, almost delirious look in her eyes, and he could feel himself slowly giving in to this fervent spirit. As she rode him hard, she sunk her teeth into his neck, almost growling with lust and passion. She felt like a fire on top of him, a fire that he desired to take and have with an almost fanatic lust. But she, also under the thrall of this spirit, held him, used him for her pleasure. Pushed him deep inside her until they both shuddered with pleasure. He met her moves as she rode more and more intensely, hips straining against each other. Suddenly he felt how she tightened around him. She cried out in pleasure, and he felt how, even though he had climaxed not long ago, he once more came deep inside her wetness.

For a few moments the fire settled, before they felt the touch of the Red God once more. Her grip faltered, and he threw her down on her back, still deep inside her. She gasped in surprise, her arms wrapping around him, as he began taking her with new lust. Her nails dug into his back, clawing in desperate pleasure. Without thinking, he sunk his teeth into her neck, biting hard as he pushed deep inside her. She cried out, her body tensing up, pulling him tight to her. His hand took hold of her hair, gripping it tightly, holding her down as he fucked her, took her and made her his completely. His and only his, hers and only hers.

Then, pulling out of her, he pushed her over on her stomach and pulled her up on all fours. Hands still gripping her hair, he held her down as he pushed inside her again, gasping for breath as he felt her hot wetness around his stiffness again. She felt as his other hand took hold of her hips, and then he took her again, with deep, forceful trusts. Over and over she felt him enter her, pushing his hard cock into her burning tightness. Then she felt herself being forced down on her stomach, and how he took her hands and held them behind her back. His weight pressed on top of her, pinned her down as he started trusting again, his stiffness pushing against that sensitive place deep inside her over and over. She winced with each trust as she felt another climax building up. So when she felt him push her head forward, and his teeth sink into her neck, her body seized up, shuddering as another orgasm erupted inside her, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her, and the hot feeling as he filled her up again.

Again, for a few moments they rested, before the presence of the Red God touched them again. Bit by bit they fell to delirium, moments of frantic lust mingling together as they clawed and strained at each other. One moment one was the strong, the demanding, the next the other took the other as their own. Their bodies barely under their own control, being pushed further and further, until everything turned to delirious darkness.

xxxxx

When he awoke again, he found himself in a hut, with her by his side. They were covered in furs and blankets, food and drink set out on a low table. Pale morning light was seeping in through the opening, and there was a great calmness. Her body was soft and warm against his, and he couldn’t resist letting his hand stroke her ever so lightly. She winced softly, trembling ever so slightly and snuggled up against him, opening her eyes. For a moment they looked at each other in silence. Then she kissed him, ever so lightly. A few quiet moments passed as they embraced each other, before their lips parted again and their eyes locked. Suddenly he was overcome with images from the night before, of the sights and sensations that they had shared. The warm look in her eye told him that she too remembered. His heart started beating heavier as she rolled on top of him, their lips locking again. But this time, the kiss was much warmer, and much deeper. Their bond could never be put into words, but touch would more than make up for it.

THE END