Mountain Rites

by Anya Turner

  Kel reached up to squeeze her breasts, letting go of her wrists. Then he pulled her back by her hair, tugging her away from the other man.

  The taste of grapes faded from her mouth, leaving an aftertaste like wine. “That was—” she gasped, unable to describe it.

  The strange man reached forward and put one of the grapes in her mouth.

  She bit down on it, sweetness bursting in her mouth. The moisture was refreshing, soothing and cool on her throat.

  At long last, Kel put his hand past her panties and slid two fingers into her pussy. He thrust hard and deep.

  “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, throwing her head back. Her pussy convulsed around Kel’s fingers as she came.

  For a moment, she couldn’t even see. As her senses slowly came back to her, she felt Kel still fingering her, three fingers now. She slumped forward as he let go of her arms, leaving her kneeling on the mossy ground.

  The other man was gone.

  Kel’s loincloth fell to the grass with a rustle.

  Jenny could feel his skin pressed everywhere against her, including his cock in the cleft of her ass and up against her back.

  It was long, and it was thick.

  Though she had enjoyed that first orgasm, she still hadn’t been properly fucked. When she heard other beings moving into the space she and Kel occupied, she wanted to snap at them to leave, to let her finally get what she wanted.

  But the words dried up in her mouth at the sight of them.

  One was a woman who was no more human than anyone else had been tonight. She had long hair and fair skin, and her sleeveless dress clung to her like water. The garment was nearly as clear as water too, revealing the pink nipples of her pert breasts and the pink folds of her pussy.

  Following her was Maple, disheveled and fully naked. Her knees were now stained green.

  “You’re a pretty one,” the new woman said to Jenny in a tone like crystal. Her voice was like running water, as beautiful as the rest of her. “I’m Alito. Maple told me there was a mortal here who might not be getting as much attention as she deserves. Though Kel does have a nice cock, he isn’t too imaginative and doesn’t always know what mortals need in terms of…verbal encouragement.”

  The words sounded filthy on her lips, yet her sweet tone made Jenny sway. She bit her lip, tasting a hint of blood mixed with the taste of grapes.

  Kel pulled his fingers out of her pussy and slid them in front of her mouth.

  She licked them off as Alito kept talking.

  “Kel, you’re going to fuck her pussy first. Hard and fast until her breasts are bouncing, hmm? Mortal pussy should be fucked so hard the girl screams.”

  “Please,” Jenny begged. She bit lightly on Kel’s fingertip.

  He grabbed her hips, pointing them up, and shifted behind her.

  Her arms trembled with anticipation. Alito’s dirty talk was making her shake.

  Jenny could feel that big cock brushing against her ass and her pussy. As Kel pushed inside, she sank down to her elbows. “Unh,” she moaned, her pussy throbbing and aching as he kept pushing in. She had never felt so invaded before, as though her lover’s cock was too big for her to contain and his essence was moving through her whole body.

  She let out a thready moan as Kel eased in. She buried her face in her arms.

  Then he started thrusting.

  It felt like nothing Jenny had felt before. Her pussy ached with it, yet she was greedy for more, pushing back into his thrusts.

  He was rough and almost violent, riding her hard and fast as she cried out.

  She screamed as he started slapping her hard on the ass with every thrust of his hips. She could feel the moss of the ground brushing her nipples. Somehow, she could still hear Alito, her clear voice gone low and sultry.

  “Feels so good it hurts, doesn’t it? Or hurts so much it feels good.” Alito sounded amused. “This is only the start of how hard your pussy is going to get pounded tonight. And no one’s stopping at your pussy, either.”

  Jenny came again, clawing into the ground as her back arched while Kel kept slamming into her. Her whole world moved with every thrust of his cock. He was so thick that she could feel the ridge at the head of his cock rub against every fold of her pussy. When he pulled out, her channel grabbed for him.

  He kept spanking her ass, his other hand iron-hard on her hip, holding her close.

  Every thrust filled her up completely. She thought she could die if only her pussy could be stuffed like this forever.

  “Gonna fuck your ass so good you scream like this then too,” he grunted.

  Alito laughed with delight.

  Jenny came yet again and felt him come too. The rush of hot cum in her pussy only made her moan louder as her walls clenched and squeezed around his cock.

  Kel pulled out roughly, and some of his cum dribbled onto the ground. He was bent over her, breathing hard, and his long hair brushed her back.

  Normally, Jenny would be more than spent after something like that. Tonight, she was still keyed up and ready for more. She felt electric, like energy was settled on her skin, waiting for release. Where Kel’s hair and skin brushed hers, she could feel a thread of that energy pull off and join in with the music over the clearing.

  She understood what Ginger had meant by mountain rites now: the sexual power filling the clearing was heightened by the wild, mystical music that reverberated in the bones and maddened the dancers and lovers alike. It connected Jenny to everyone else in the clearing as they all moved to the same melody.

  She got to her feet, feeling empty even as her pussy still shook with the last traces of her orgasm.

  Hands closed around her wrists and arms and stroked up her legs from ankle to thigh. Three women with dryad skin patterned like tree bark held Jenny’s arms and teased her sides and breasts with feather-light touches of their fingertips. Someone else, a man or woman with long hair, knelt between her legs and ran firm, hot hands up the insides of her thighs.

  Kel circled the spectacle around Jenny, his dark eyes glittering. He stepped up behind her, pressing his cock against her ass. His hands cupped both buttocks, kneading and squeezing the slap-reddened flesh.

  The person kneeling between her legs licked her pussy, tongue moving between her labia and up to rub and flick at her clit. Two fingers slid into her pussy and rubbed her g-spot.

  She moaned, feeling her pussy gush with liquid.

  Kel put the head of his cock in the cleft of her ass, nudging at her hole.

  Jenny was overwhelmed by the combination of the wet tongue on her clit, the slick fingers moving in her pussy, and the hot, hard cock ready at her ass.

  She heard footsteps and a sound like water whispering in a fountain. She turned to see that it was Alito. Jenny’s heart was pounding faster than the drum, and she didn’t care how many people were taking her or what they did as long as she was on the verge of coming and had something in her pussy.

  Kel’s fingers joined the others inside her.

  The mouth on her sucked hard and rolled her clit between soft lips.

  Jenny came again with a wail as her knees gave out.

  She struggled back to her feet, her legs wobbly, and she looked up at Alito. “That was amazing,” she said fervently.

  “You look nice all flushed up and fucked out.” Alito giggled and smiled at Jenny. “Now Kel’s going to get that nice round ass all wet with your pussy juice.”

  Kel’s fingers slid out of her pussy, pressed slowly but firmly against Jenny’s ass, and slipped inside.

  She wasn’t sure whether to open her legs or squeeze them together. She settled for trying to stand under her own power while fingers moved in her ass and pussy at the same time.

  A soft tongue still moved gently over her sensitized clit, dabbing and licking in counterpoint to the hard fingers inside her.

  Kel’s free hand gripped one of her breasts, a nail biting into her nipple in a delicious thread of pain and pleasure.

  “What do you need, Jen
ny?” Alito asked.

  Kel slowed and withdrew his fingers, then squeezed Jenny’s ass.

  “Fill me,” she managed to gasp out. Though two fingers and a tongue thrust deeply into her pussy, her ass still felt empty.

  She felt a breathtaking edge of agony as Kel pushed himself inside her ass, stretching her farther than ever before. She clutched at the shoulders of the women around her, gasping against their skin.

  They laughed and pinched her nipples.

  That pleasurable pain, on top of the sensation of Kel’s cock moving up her ass, loosened a whine of desire that gave way to a scream.

  Kel’s balls knocked against her perineum and the edge of her pussy.

  One of the dryads lifted Jenny’s leg up, widening her stance considerably.

  Jenny moaned as Kel sunk his cock deeper into her. “Oh, fuck,” she wailed as he started fucking her with short, sharp thrusts that shook her whole body. Her breasts swayed with every movement, and liquid flowed out of her pussy.

  “How many times are you going to come from all this attention?” Alito’s voice was clear and amused. “Mortals have such low thresholds for orgasm, but it is fun to watch you wail and shudder again and again. How does that cock feel in your ass?”

  Jenny could only let out a few choked moans, bucking back against Kel as he tried to push his cock deeper into her. He thrust with a force that she could feel in her bones.

  The fingers in her pussy and squeezing her nipples and clit fed the fire that wanted nothing but to be fucked for as long as she could take it.

  This time, her orgasm was long and drawn out. It moved from her pussy to her ass to her spine. The sharp, curling feeling in her clit turned into a contraction around the fingers inside her pussy, and her ass clenched over and over around Kel’s thick cock.

  He kept pounding into her during it, dragging more moans from her throat and making her toes curl.

  One of the dryads grabbed her hand and pulled it between her legs to reach the soaked length of Kel’s cock as he drove in and out of her.

  “Come on, Kel,” Alito purred. “Ruin all of her holes for mortal cock. That’s what you want, right, Jenny?”

  Jenny simply pushed her hips back to meet Kel’s thrust. She screamed when three of his fingers crept up her ass alongside his cock.

  The fingers teasing her nipples suddenly pinched and twisted as other fingers forced their way into her pussy, fucking her hard.

  Jenny thought her ass was so full that she was going to die. “Yes, yes!” she screamed. The words came with a shudder that lifted her leg off the ground and stole her senses.

  Jenny came to herself with Kel’s cock still buried in her ass. She was leaning forward on a willowy dryad.

  The dryad was supporting them both and sucking her fingers clean. She smiled sweetly at Jenny.

  Jenny smiled back, catching her breath. Her attention was soon diverted as Kel withdrew. Cum streamed down her legs, hot and sticky.

  Alito drew a perfect, long nail down Jenny’s arm. “Sated yet?”

  A wave of cool water abruptly washed over Jenny from head to toe, sluicing off sweat and cum. She ran a disbelieving hand through her damp curls, which were no longer sticking to her neck with sweat.

  The music was still playing. It was less wild and meandering now and more of a focused, demanding motif.

  Jenny’s eyes wandered over the scene in the clearing to the player under the tree. She still sensed that he was intimidating, but she was drawn towards him as though a line were reeling her in.

  “I need to…” Her voice trailed off as she stepped away from the people surrounding her. She could not take her eyes off the flute player.

  Alito squeezed her shoulder and tucked a loose curl behind her ear. “That’s who you came for,” she whispered. “Go.”

  Jenny left the crowd that had pleasured her, gliding over the soft grass around couples and threesomes that continued grunting and moaning on the ground. She spotted Ginger’s discarded shirt, a black patch on the silvery grass.

  The music became simpler, a steady drumbeat that matched her heartbeat. Jenny felt aroused in a way that went beyond the wetness in her pussy and the stiffening of her nipples.

  The man sitting under the tree was wearing a short white tunic, similar to what so many others around the lawn were wearing. He was tanned with curly black hair and a matching beard. He looked older than her but not even middle aged. His eyes were dark and confident as they met hers.

  “You’re…” She lost her breath, inhaled again, and licked her lips. “You’re the—” Could she really be standing before Dionysus himself?

  “Kneel,” he ordered.

  Jenny dropped to her knees between his thighs, noticing the flute on the ground beside his feet. She saw that he was sitting on a raised, gnarled oak root that lifted him just a few inches off the ground.

  “You’ll give me whatever I ask of you,” he said. His voice was deep, rich with sexual promise, reverberating with the same power that had infused the music earlier.

  She nodded, her mind hazy in the presence of the god of the ritual.

  He drew up the hem of his tunic, revealing his muscular thighs and what was below. His erect cock wasn’t oversized like Kel’s, yet Jenny was drawn to it like a magnet.

  Dionysus reached for her, caught her by the hair at the nape of her neck, and pulled her forward.

  Jenny didn’t need to be told to open her mouth and swallow his cock. She moaned as she did, relishing the weight and heat of his shaft against her tongue and throat.

  Unlike the man who’d smeared grapes on his cock, Dionysus didn’t stay still while she worked at him. His hands moved over her shoulders, massaged her neck and back, pulled her hair, and pushed her farther down onto his cock. He moved his hips from time to time, jabbing his cock into the back of her throat and making her gag and gasp.

  Jenny made a small protesting sound but quickly silenced herself.

  The god seemed to sense what she’d meant anyway, and his grip on her hair tightened. “You’ve had, what, six orgasms at the hands of my people tonight?” he asked. “Now it’s your turn to work. I’m going to make it hard for you, but I’m not going to hurt you.” To illustrate this, he shoved his hips forward, slamming his cock into her throat.

  For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Her gag reflex warred with her mind. She swallowed, though, and breathed in through her nose, and everything evened out.

  Dionysus drew a thumb along her jaw.

  She looked up to meet his eyes, which seemed smug, careful, and wild all at once. Her heart thudded frantically.

  “Do you see?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she tried to choke out around his cock, but she couldn’t articulate it.

  “Back to work,” he said, rising to his feet.

  She knelt higher on her knees, grateful that he wasn’t tall enough to make her neck ache as he pulled her to this new position.

  He lifted one of her hands off his thighs and directed it to cradle his balls. “You’ll swallow.”

  Confident that she wasn’t going to choke, she redoubled her efforts. She took him deep, moving fast, sucking and massaging at his head with her lips and tongue.

  Her jaw should have ached, but she didn’t notice if it was. She was getting more turned on, pressing her legs together and clenching her dripping pussy.

  Dionysus took her by the back of the head once more, pressing her face down against his skin and making short, fast thrusts against the back of her throat.

  She choked again, struggling to breathe through her nose.

  Suddenly, hot cum was filling her mouth.

  She gasped through it.

  “Swallow,” he reminded her, tilting her face up with a powerful hand.

  She did, trying to ignore the taste. It was salty and thick, and it held a hint of the winey grape taste—but it was still cum.

  “Again,” Dionysus said.

  Her jaw dropped a little to see his cock still rigid and wet
in her face. “You…” She broke off. She still wanted him, any way she could have him, but she was taken aback by his inhuman stamina. How could it be normal to return to arousal so soon? Who am I to say what’s normal here? “As you wish.” Her voice was raspy in her own ears. From screaming, she reflected wryly. She’d barely spoken a full sentence all night.

  This time, he held her still by the hair and shoulders as he fucked her mouth. He breathed heavily and paused often, as though to draw the experience out.

  Her lips burned from the friction of his cock sliding in and out faster than she could have moved her head herself.

  He pulled his cock out of her mouth every so often to push her down to lick and suck at his balls, but never for long. He filled her mercilessly.

  She felt more out of control, more used, than she’d felt all night. Kel, Maple, Alito, and the others had pleased her, even if they had done it roughly. Now she was pleasing Dionysus, and it felt wicked, freeing, and delicious.

  After he came in her mouth again, she half expected to be told to get back to sucking him as soon as she swallowed.

  Instead, he took her hands and helped her to her feet. His eyes moved slowly over her, from her spit-slick lips to her breasts and down to her pussy. Almost casually, he drew one hand down her neck and clavicle to palm her breast. He trailed his fingers, lightly teasing her skin and circling her nipple, just brushing it.

  She whimpered. The whisper of his touch was maddening. She rubbed her thighs together, easing one slightly in front to create friction between her legs.

  Dionysus gave her nipple a sharp pinch, all the stronger for its surprise. The sensation jolted her down to her pussy.

  She yelped.

  He repeated the action, flicking hard at the nipple of her other breast at the same time. “I could do what mortals like and use your breasts like your mouth,” he mused, meeting her eyes.

  His gaze left her breathless once more.

  He broke their eye contact as he seated himself again on the root.

  She wanted to be ordered back to her knees for him to grab her breasts and slide his cock between them. She trembled slightly.