The king wiped his mouth, grimaced and shook his head. “Shame, shame. Is it not? Families should stick together. Back to Back. But in the struggle for power, for survival, even the best of friends can fall out. Am I right young Sava?”
The king’s meaning was clear – If families betray each other, how can you expect warring tribes to unite and shed blood for each other?
In an effort to build camaderie Sava raised his skull cup. “Skythians, Sauromatae – Bratya all! We can fight the Persian invaders together, or we can fight them separately, but in the end we will all have to fight.”
“To Brotherhood! True friends are the greatest wealth!” The Tauri joined in but with less enthusiasm than Sava hoped.
As he lifted the skull to his lips, Sava’s mind was churning. Yagya’s boast as to the identity of the skulls could also be a subtle threat. I bragged to Yagya about my horse. Now I might lose him.
The golden stallion was not in top condition. Dirty tricks were rife in the wild melee of a horse race. The Tauri king wanted his proven 1,000 Mile Champion. Who wouldn’t? He glanced over at Brata, whose eyes flickered a subtle warning.
Raising his skull cup for another toast Yagya announced: “Tonight we celebrate marriage and the pleasures of women!”
The Tauri raised their cups – “To women!”
Drums opened up with a blood pulsing salvo. The beat throbbed with sensual anticipation. A young man and woman paced into the fire circle.
The woman had long wavy black hair and large brilliant dark eyes outlined with kohl. Her full breasts were covered by a red silk brassiere, leaving her golden-skinned belly exposed.
She wore a ruffled black silk skirt. A girdle of gold medallions swayed and tinkled as she walked. A flogger of colorful silken cords was attached to her girdle at the back. The flogger hung down her lusciously rounded ass, the strands flowing like a proud mare’s tail as she moved.
Her male partner’s broad shoulders and chest were nude. Form-fitting black leggings laced up at the crotch. A long black horse tail swayed like that of a powerful, arrogant stallion from the back of his pants. Golden snake bracelets with jeweled red eyes wound up the male’s bulging biceps.
He carried a gold-lined skull cup containing a viscous liquid. The skull cup signaled that he had killed an enemy, had wealth and was thus eligible to marry. Holding hands, both dancers went down on one knee before the king.
Yagya turned to Sava. “In some lands every hymen belongs to the king. The groom comes second to the bridal chamber. We Tauri don’t do that. It is our custom that the bride and groom enact their first mating as a ritual dance before the king. It is most enjoyable.”
Oh I am sure it is. Sava felt his own body rising to the occasion.
Yagya clapped his hands. The couple rose and faced each other, eyes luminoust. The drums resounded in a sultry, hip-rocking beat. The dancer’s lithe bodies arched, muscles tensed, building anticipation.
Brilliant eyes intense, their hips and backs began a slow lithe dance. Skin brushing against glowing skin they undulated together, then drew away.
The Tauri clapped to the erotic rhythm, their guttural cries increasing the level of sensual abandon.
A duduk pipe picked up the beat, rising into the air like a rippling serpent. The young couple coiled their arms around each other’s waists.
Rolling her shoulders, hips rocking to the pulsing drums, the bride arched backward, the groom bending over her, emulating her hip movements, stimulating her yoni with his bulge as his lips ardently kissed her neck.
Rolling his shoulders to the beat, the groom arched into a back bend with the bride undulating over him, their hips grinding in unison. Slowly rising, the male embraced his bride, kissing her full lips tenderly, then dropped his head.
Pressing her breasts up and together he kissed and sucked her silk-covered nipples extravagantly as her back arched and her head fell back. Ah-hhh.
Swaying with animal grace, the male sank to his knees. Twirling her flogger overhead, his bride whirled around him, the spirited mare running wild. Galloping over the Sea of Grass.
Clapping that ancient, hollow-palm clap, the Tauri kept the beat, trilling ululations, calling out in guttural voices - Uh! Uh! UH!
Kneeling before her, the male’s eyes glowed with reverence. Shoulders rolling, hips thrusting to the beat, he sank backward until his shoulders brushed the ground.
Spine rippling in waves, he rose back to kneeling. Reaching out with strong fingers he clasped her hips and lavishly kissed her mound.
Rocking and writhing against his lips, the bride grasped her lover’s thick black top knot. She twisted his hair in her fist so that his head bent back and his lips opened, soft, sensuous. She kissed him then, sucking his tongue deeply.
Pulling reluctantly away she pressed his mouth against her covered sex, grinding her yoni against his lips to the pounding drums.
Huh! Huh! HUH! Exclamations reflected the Tauri’s estatic approval.
Despite his determination to remain untouched by such graphic sensuality, Sava felt his loins swell and throb under his leggings. He was transported into a vision of the dominant stallion, the thrilled mare. The primal, compelling rhythm of procreation.
Tauri heads and shoulders bouncing, swaying in time to the galloping drums.
Kissing up her golden inner thighs, the groom slowly raised his bride’s skirt until her nude pubis and the golden globes of her ass were exposed. This erotic sight brought spontaneous, trilling ululations from the audience.
Ai da! Ai da!
The pure sensuality of the mating dance rolled on, over the boundless grasslands.The stallion began to lavish long hot licks and kisses on his mare’s yoni. His hands caressed her satiny thighs and golden globes, sliding in and out of her cleft.
Arching her back she pressed her breasts together, voluptuous nipples bulging, begging for his sensual lips.
The groom rose to suckle and nibble on her peaked nipples. Warm and wet, the damp shadows spread, outlining her nipples against the semi-sheer silk. The duduk pipe rising ever higher, more intense, a rippling serpent, transporting the watchers.
Dry lightning snapped in the starry sky. The wild stallion tensed, rippling muscles poised, aching to mount his spirited mate. Dancing behind her, the groom snaked his arms around her hips, moving his loins against her rear in a slow sensuous grind.
Dipping his fingers into the oil-filled skull cup, the male lifted her skirt from behind and began caressing her round golden globes, spreading the oil, sliding his fingers through her inner thighs. She moaned, rolling her hips, wanting more.
He smacked her buttocks with a popping sound, then smacked again, harder. Again dipping his fingers in the oil, caressing and rubbing her cleft and smacking her shining globes. Rubbing, stroking her soft inner folds, fingers circling her swollen pearl.
She moaned, neck arched back, eyes reflecting the red embers of the campfire as their bodies writhed and swayed to the drumming.
Gradually Sava became aware of delicious fingers squeezing, stimulating his arousal. Ahhhh…that feels good…
The sensation came on so subtly, so naturally with the erotic dancing, he was not even aware of it at first. Until those nubile, rubbing fingers became palpably real.
Glancing down he saw two hands rubbing and squeezing his bulge. His female servant had seated herself close behind him, her legs straddling his hips, both arms wrapped around his waist.
As the groom alternately squeezed, caressed and spanked his young wife’s shining globes, Sava’s servant squeezed his swelling bulge with warm, knowing fingers. Leaning back, he placed his own large warm hands over hers, encouraging her to rub and squee-eze. Oh…Aye…
Uhh… His deep sigh melted into a low anamalistic groan.
Her hands felt so natural touching him. His loins rocked. So easy to just lean back and let It happen. His inhibitions falling away.
The mating urge coming on strong. Primal. Irresistible.
Loosening t
he thongs at his crotch, the girl’s seductive fingers found their way inside his leggings. She rubbed, teased and squeezed his hot tumescent cock and balls with extraordinary sensitivity. Even reverence. As if being allowed to caress him was a great privilege.
He released another soft groan. Despite his need for rigid self control among these strangers, his walls were crumbling. As if anyone was paying attention.
Someone tossed sacred hemp buds on the fire. An aromatic, intoxicating smoke and shower of sparks rose to the star studded sky. Trilling ululations, whistles and clapping to the booming drums were building raw, turgid lust to a peak.
Warm sensual lips breathed in Sava’s ear, kissing down his neck, burrowing into that place at the pulsing juncture of his neck and shoulder. His `servant’ inhaled his musky arousal, kissing, biting gently, then licking the spot.
Sava relaxed and leaned back into Her arms. Warm, flexible fingers rubbed and stroked his rampant erection. Soft lips kissed his neck. Warm breath whispered sweet nothings in his ear. And the pounding drums rolled on, gathering intensity in the wild abandon of the Tauri night.
Chapter 18 – Drums of Taurica
Heaven came on bringing Night
And longing for Love,
He lay down upon Earth
Spreading himself full upon Her –
Hesiod, Theogony 700BC
Carried away by the pulsating drums and erotic dancing, Tauri males were boldly, passionately caressing their women. Thus the throbbing drums galloped on into the starry night, gathering intensity.
Sava felt the walls of his self control cracking. His servant’s supple knowing fingers pulling him deeper into a world of voluptuous pleasure.
Deeper into luxurious tantalizing fire. Into mindless bliss...
Ahhh… to forget everything and just FEEL…
Sitting behind him, her legs encasing his hips, she rocked his body, caressing, stimulating his fierce arousal. He released a guttural growl, finally feeling the freedom to release his long-caged beast.
And he was lost in the dance. Lost in the throbbing beat pumped by guttural grunts of male testosterone – Uh! Uh! Uh!
Leaning back, Sava rested his cheek against Her soft curvy breast. Cradling his head and shoulders in her arms, She leaned over him. Lover. Mother.
Face shadowed in darkness and flickering firelight, in her eyes glowed a sybaritic lust entwined with a mother’s devotion smiling down at him.
She opened her mouth to kiss his lips and Sava glimpsed a vast panorama of sparkling stars suspended in space. As if he were about to kiss a goddess.
Warm sensuous lips touched his own and he opened his mouth. Giving all. Absorbing all. Hot wet tongues entwined. Lightning arced.
“I am not a slave. I chose you.” Warm breath whispered against his clinging lips.
Aroused from his luxurious red mist Sava rose on one elbow and gazed at her with new, piercing eyes. She is not my servant?
It was true. Sometime during the mating dance his serving girl had been replaced - with this mystical creature.
“Who are you?”
Large angled dark eyes laughed in the firelight. An enchantress.
Full curved lips smiled and whispered against his own: “I am called Sorsha.”
He knew her then. It could only be her. The slim, leggy creature he had seen with King Yagya as he groomed the silver mare.
This is no servant but a Tauri noble. This complicated things. If he let IT happen and engaged in wild sex with her, would he run the risk of Yagya’s displeasure? Was the Tauri king even aware of what Sorsha was doing?
He glanced over at Brata. Alone amidst the lust-driven crowd, Brata sat cross-legged. Aloof. Formidable.
The Black Cloak’s cold watchful eyes flared a warning – You are being tested.
The ecstatic influence of the dancing couple graphically reminded Brata of how the Black Cloak ennarei had lured him. The priests had used his lust to distract, weaken and then to destroy him.
Despite Sava’s wild passion for the Tauri beauty, he could not afford to be caught off guard. No matter how enticing the bait. Reluctantly the nomad sat up and pushed the girl’s hands away. He saw the hurt, the rejection, the Why? in her eyes.
Shaking his head, he mouthed: Sorry…I cannot.
He tried to show with his eyes that he was not rejecting Her. But it was no use. Sorsha rose and walked away. Courtesy to his host prevented Sava from leaving the ceremony to go after her. Nor did he think it wise to reveal his intense interest in her.
Twirling the flogger overhead, the wild mare danced around the powerful kneeling male, undulating her mound seductively close to his lips. Reaching out, he grasped her hips and buried his face in her yoni, inhaling her fertile essence.
Thus inspired, the stallion shook his long black mane. The silky strands rippling down the twin muscles of his spine. Pressing warm lips on her core he kissed and tongued her mount, dampening her black skirt.
“Beloved, do you want me?” She asked.
“I want to drink honey from your lips. Here.” He placed pulsating fingertips on her mound.
“Then you will have to work for it.” She trailed the strands of the flogger over the muscles of his naked back.
“Aye My Queen. Use me as you will.”
“Take off your leggings.”
Rocking rhythmic hips, the groom slowly, deliberately pushed down his leather leggings, then them off. Out jumped his stiff bobbing cock.
The watching Tauri trilled with excitement. Ai da Ai da!
“Crawl to me.” The spirited mare commanded her chosen mate.
Moving on all fours, muscles coiled like a predator, the primal beast grasped her hips. Hot lips venerated her swelling mount. Grasping his long black top knot in her fist she twisted it and pulled his head back.
He stared up at her, eyes misted with hot lust. As their eyes caught and held, she cracked his naked back and buttocks with the flogger.
Uh-hh! He flinched, then bent to lavish more hot kisses on her mound.
Crack. The flogger made red lash marks across the groom’s back. He moaned and kissed her more extravagantly.
Crack. She lashed his ass again, then arrogantly pushed his head away.
The mating drums throbbed. Intense. The bride danced around her man. Sensuous hips swaying. Tempting him.
The groom clasped her loins. Buried his face in her yoni, stimulating her with his hot breath, his total ardor.
Caught up in the fervor, the pain, the ecstasy of raw, irresistible desire, no longer in control, he begged –
“My Beauty, My Goddess, I need you. Only you and no other.”
At that point, Sava was not sure whether it was his own manhood throbbing or the Tauri groom’s. Passionate moans emanated from around the fire circle.
Mata Drakaina - I wish that beauty, Sorsha was still here with me.
He glanced over at Brata. The Black Cloak sat still and serious as stone. The sight of Brata’s self control strengthened Sava’s own resolve not to be sucked into the lascivious mating ritual.
Brata’s hooded eyes observed the Tauri mating ritual through a grim cloud. His dark eyes clouded with the remembered pain of betrayal. Of how he was cheated.
The sight of the dancers stimulated his thirst for revenge against the sorcerer Koldun, who cut his throat in the Dark House. The need for vengeance only grew with the Black Cloak’s returning strength.
Someday I will find you Koldun…I will make you grovel in the dirt where you blood-sucking vampirs belong!
Chapter 19 – Honor Me
The man was huge and beautiful
Deep in Shamhat’s loins desire stirred
Her breath quickened
As she stared at this primordial being –
Epic of Gilgamesh, 1500 BC
The groom sat on a low stone bench in the fire circle. Without taking his blazing gaze off his bride, he dipped his fingers into the skull cup of oil. He palmed his erect phallus, oiling and massaging it as it
swelled even more. Tumescent with raw carnal need.
“Come here Beauty. Honor my manhood.” The dominant male emerging, rising to the fore.
“Only for you My Adoni.” She knelt at his side and leaned over his hard muscled thigh.
He twisted strong brown fingers in her long dark hair, pushing her head down on his engorged erection. The bride reverently kissed and licked the broad head of his cock. Slid her tongue up and down its length, then sucked on it.
“Uhhh… The male released a low intoxicated groan. You are a goddess ...My Goddess.”
He pulled her black skirt up around her hips, fingers oiling the channel between her silky smooth thighs. At sight of the bride’s quivering golden ass, the intense pulse of the drums picked up.
Ai da! Ai da! The Tauri spontaneously trilling with erotic excitement.
The male animal in his element now - black brows arched over brilliant eyes. His expression charismatic. Magnetic.
Dipping his fingers into the oil-filled skull cup he kept on massaging her core, reaching down to rub her pearl. She writhed over his lap, sucking his hard, tumescent cock.
Smack. He slapped her golden oiled ass.
Whap. Smack. The hollow hard slap resounded. Reverberating.
Ah! She gasped.
His fingers trailed down her crack, between her legs, to rub and caress the oiled lips of her yoni. She moaned, writhing, wanting more. He complied, first caressing then smacking his wife’s oiled, shivering globes. He rubbed and circled her pearl, then smacked her shimmering ass.
“AHhh!…Adoni. I vow to please you - Always.”
The drum tempo resounding, rising to climax. A single spontaneous voice rose into the air quivering with passion, filled with desire. Sighing with nostalgic pathos.
The female animal rose and straddled her husband’s thighs as he sat on the bench. Grasping his rampant cock, she rubbed the soft slick mushroom head against the lips of her yoni.
The groom took the base of his phallus in hand. Slowly sliding the head up and down between her hot slick folds, circling, caressing her throbbing pearl.
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