First Ritual

Ryla was quiet as her body was washed and dressed for the Binding ceremony. She was the chosen one, to marry, to lie with a man, and complete the ritual that would bring new life to her village. After she would be a priestess of the Mother House, revered by her sisters but unable to touch them.

Three of Ryla’s sisters, all in the village were sisters, left to the village Ryla’s husband came from. A mixed gender village where they would marry men and integrate. They would never return, Ryla would never see them again. They would bear children, who could not travel here.

Priestess Emlyn taught her about the Joining Ritual two nights before. Her husband arrived the previous day, but Ryla would not meet him until the Binding.

The three sisters, untouched from the village, finished dressing her, kissed her softly, then exited with murmurs of good wishes. Emlyn entered the room. “You remember the ritual?”

Ryla bowed. “Yes Mistress. I am ready.”

Emlyn kissed the maiden, a soft brush of lips. There was no going back after the touch of a Priestess. Emlyn led the maiden to the ceremony room where the man was waiting, dressed in dark clothes to highlight Ryla’s pure white dress. Only the Priestess's attended the ceremony, including Ryla’s mother. The women of the village held a separate celebration outside with food and wine and sex, but they would not attend the Binding.

Ryla and the man, Tade, completed the ceremony then they were taken to the Joining Room. A small room with a large bed in the middle and long candles lit the space. A tray with food and drink were on the side. The Priestess kissed them both and left them alone.

The tension left Tade when the women withdrew. Ryla’s increased, she was not a stranger to pleasure between two people, but tonight was more than pleasure, it was a ceremony that would ensure the new life for the village. “Would you like food or drink?” she asked, stiffly.

“No, I would like to feel you.”

She stepped closer to him, within arm’s reach. He bridged the space and cupped her chin, his face came closer and kissed her mouth, his lips much rougher than her female lovers.

He kissed her, his hands rubbing her back until she relaxed. Then she stripped her dress and his eyes feasted on her body. Her nakedness did not embarrass her, she put her hands at her sides and let him look his fill. Eventually his eyes came to her face, “Have you done this before?”

“My sisters, the women of my village, engage in pleasure with each other. Have you?”

“Parts. In my village we may touch but not join our bodies until we marry.” He brushed his palms over her nipples, his skin rough, with callouses. “You’ve never seen a man?”

Ryla shook her head. “No, they only stay in the Temple, with their mates. The Priestesses.”

He removed his shirt, despite a flat chest, he had nipples like her. She touched them then pulled back. “Sorry.”

“Please touch me. We are Bound, we must Join.” Tade teased her nipples with his fingers, then his rough lips.

She felt his male part against her leg, long and hard. Uncertainty kept her from exploring, but every time it moved, she gasped. Was it alive?

He took Ryla’s hand and pressed it to the rod through his thin pants. It grew harder under her touch and she stared at him in wonder. This is the part that would fill her with seed that grew a child.

Tade shed his pants, like a snake shedding a too small skin. He guided his bride’s hand to his cock and helped her stroke. “Yes, like that.”

His hand slipped between her legs and rasped over her velvet mound. Ryla hoped he knew how to touch her for pleasure as her sisters did to each other. She didn’t want the Joining to hurt, the part that would enter her was large and she wasn’t used to more than a few fingers.

Two fingers moved through the magic moisture between her folds. Tade rubbed the pleasure spot until she shivered. “On the bed,” he urged her. Once she laid on the bed, he put his mouth between her legs as she did with her sister lovers. She closed her eyes to enjoy it, but she felt something above her and her eyes flew open. His legs were on either side of her head and his rod was before her face. “Is this how we join?” she asked.

“No, this if for Pleasure only. Take my cock in your mouth.” His tongue licked her open, not as practiced as her sisters, but Tade pleasured her well. Ryla sucked the tip of his rod, using her tongue on the end. “More, take more in.” He groaned, and she slid more of him into her mouth. He put his head to her again licking, sucking that small spot that made her body shake and explode with joy.

Tade pulled away, moving from her. “Do men experience the same satisfaction as women?” Ryla asked.

“Yes, but we only experience it once. So I will save it for the Joining. I wanted you to be ready for me.” He settled his body over hers, chest to chest, her legs on the outside of his thighs, his weight pressing her into the softness.

“This may hurt,” he murmured as pressure mounted between her legs, splitting her open. It didn’t hurt, but it was slightly uncomfortable at first, until he stopped pushed deep inside her. “Okay?” he asked, his lips brushing hers.

She nodded. “Is it done?”

“We’ve only just started.” And his hips moved over hers, rocking rhythmically, in a dance she recognized as old as time itself, the dance of pleasure, dance of new life. She joined him in it, matching his moves with her own, and that feeling of joy wrapped around them, until her body clenched around him then he grunted and stiffened over her, slamming into her hard again and again.

He relaxed over her, kissing her softly again. “That was the Joining.” He slid to the bed beside her.

She felt liquid drip between her legs and pressed them together not wanting his seed to escape, but they had to complete the Ritual to ensure only girls would be birthed. So she rolled from the bed and opened the door to the Priestesses waiting outside.

Tade’s eyes were wide, but Emlyn said, “Relax. We will convey the blessing on you for the first Joining that you may father many girls for our village.”

The Priestesses joined hands around the bed, urging Ryla to join them.

“How do you ensure that you only have females?” he asked, but no one answered as they started chanting. Ryla watched Tade as she joined in the chanting, the light slowly drained from his eyes as they took his soul from his body, a ritual to ensure the future of their village. His body would remain in use for several weeks until the loss of soul made him collapse, but until then they would use his seed to bring new life. Ryla pressed her hand to her belly, wondering if he filled her with their first Joining, one of joy.

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