Hieros Gamos
To be king he had to marry the land which was a great honor. He prepared himself the night before the ceremony. He bathed in a sacred spring and anointed himself with special oils. He drank the potions the witch had given him and she asperged him with sacred water and oils. She sang sacred songs over him as she burnt herbs on the fire.
In the morning they fed him the sacred foods and began the ceremony. The balefires were lit and the tribe gathered to sing, dance and drink. The revelry continued throughout the day as the witch gave offerings up by tossing them into the fire and feeding them to the spring. After the rituals became more intense orgies commenced and everyone around him was participating. He became hard from all the overwhelming sensations around him, the sights, smells and sounds but had to tame himself for the goddess that awaited him.
As the sun began to set, he set off on the path to his beloved goddess. He wove around the tall trees and listened to the insects and birds greet the night. He came upon the grove and beheld her fierce beauty. She sat on her thrown, radiant and pale. Her hair shown like fire. Her green eyes pierced his soul. She was draped in red and purple fabric that revealed her naked body underneath. She was supple and soft. Her skin seemed luminescent. She wore a crown of diamonds and rubies and a necklace graced her neck flowing with rubies, pearls, saphires and opals. He inhaled sharply at the site of her and grew harder still.
He took to his knee and bowed his head low. She admired his caramel skin and raven hair. His eyes were an icy blue and gave him a cunning appearance. His muscles rippled with his movements. He was wearing a kilt, furs and leather.
“Rise, my supplicant. You may approach your goddess,” she declared, her voice low and sultry.
He rose and met her eyes. “I have come to worship you,” he informed her in a rumbling voice as he approached her throne. He bent down and kissed her feet.
She smiled in response and was obviously pleased with him so far.
He grabbed the bowl of rose water nearby and began gently washing her feet, his fingers weaving through her toes and gliding over and under her tiny feet. Then he dried them and began to massage them with scented oil. She moaned with delight.
He pulled purple calla lilies, her favorite from the basket and held them out to her in offering. She took them with delight and smelled their pleasing aroma. He moved to the bed nearby and sprinkled rose petals over it. He turned to her and offered her his hand. She stood and took it and he kissed her hand gently. Then he guided her to the bed. She allowed her robes to drop as she approached the bed and he bit his lip as he attempted to contain his excitement. She stripped him down layer by layer. Revealing his body herself was pleasing to her. She lowered herself to the bed.
He poured scented oil over her body and began working it through her muscles with care. She was holding a lot of tension. He was surprised at first but realized it must be stressful to be a goddess and have the responsibility of the entire tribe and land on your shoulders. She moaned with pleasure as he worked out the knots and ran his fingers gently over her skin.
Once she gave him permission to stop he reached over into the basket and presented her with honey mead flavored with strawberry. He knew this was her favorite flavor. “Does my goddess accept this offering?” he humbly asked with a grin.
“Perfect!” she announced.
“How about all of this?” he asked as he pulled out different cheeses, breads, berries and chocolate.
“Oh yes, oh yes,” she said with delight.
He poured a cup of the mead for her and began to feed her as she directed. She slowly bit into each food and savored the flavor and texture. She moaned with pleasure and grinned at him. As a reward she began to run her hands over his chest, shoulders and stomach. She bit her lip as she became excited. She grabbed his long hair hard and pulled him to her for a kiss. He kissed her and it was glorious. He could have never imagined how such a kiss could bring him such ecstasy. She was pleased with his kiss as well and passionately rubbed his back and head.
He slid his kisses down her body starting with her face and neck and moving over her breasts. She moaned with pleasure. He focused on her breasts since she had reacted well to this. He began sucking, licking and rubbing them until she was panting. Then he moved down her stomach and thighs. She jerked and laughed from the ticklish feelings that had arisen. He kissed her vulva gently at first then with passion.
As he licked and sucked her labia and clit he slid his finger into her wet opening. She was drenched. As he pleased her she began to buck and moan and groan. She squeezed her legs together and grabbed his hair passionately. She yelled out as she came and it echoed throughout the land. The land quaked with her in ecstasy. The birds called out as they rushed from the trees to meet the sky. The sun slipped away and the moon beamed down on her glistening body.
She flipped him over and sat on his face. He kissed, sucked and licked as she rode his mouth. She was wild and raw and she called out and moved her hips in a frenzy. He rubbed his hands over her blessed body, over her back, hips and thighs. She called out again as she came and the world called out with her for she was the land and the land was her. She continued to ride him until she came to crescendo over and over and over and she finally had enough and fell to the bed.
“I find you worthy to be king,” she informed him breathlessly as she caressed his face, running her hand over his short beard. “Lead my people well.”
“As it pleases my goddess,” he answered with a grin.
She climbed on top of him and placed his penis inside of her. She slowly rolled her hips and he grabbed onto her tightly. He almost couldn’t stand how slow she was going. It made his whole body tingle and tense. She continued at her own pace. He grabbed at her in desperation, grabbing her breasts, her buttocks, her hips and sides. They both moaned together under the moonlight. Then when he thought he could no longer take it he started pushing and pulling on her and bucking his body underneath. She grinned and waved her finger in his face to tell him no. It was on her time and what she wanted. He lay still and continued to grab at her in loving agony.
Then she sped up with ferocity. She urged him on as well. He began to move with her wildly. She bucked up and down and yelled out shaking all over. Then he shook with her as he came. His body contracted and he buried his face in her bosom. She held him to her as they both screamed and yelled from the intense sensations. They slowed and finally stopped. She laid him down and laid herself on top of him. They were both breathing hard and covered in sweat. She wanted to lie like this as one, he inside of her, for a while. He played with her hair as they lay in silence listening to the mating of the animals and insects of the night.
She rose from him and looked down into his face. “You are a king now. I expect you to visit me often with your offerings and your worship. I expect you to protect me, the land, the people here,” she whispered lovingly into his face.
She anointed her finger with oil and made a sign over his forehead with the oil and it dripped down his face. “I anoint you as king of the land.”
“Thank you my blessed goddess. I hope to never disappoint you. I promise to always perform my duties to you and to the people. You are protected and so are they.”
He knew that if she found fault with him as a king he would be the ultimate sacrifice. She would have him burnt, drowned or beheaded. He had a lot of pressure on him from that day forward to be the best king that he could. His people had to be safe and comfortable as well as the land. His people had to have good crops. He had to take care of the goddess and keep her happy no matter what it took. She kissed him and left him on the bed as she disappeared into the forest.
