Continue to Intro Pt.2
From Create Your Own Story
You look down to see the rite takers in their spots. The girls on their knees and the boys behind them standing. It doesn't take long to see the pageantry of the El'haiji leading with them 1 woman and 2 males in bonds.
This means that O'ta will be taking his rite against his younger sister C'a. At barely her 24th season, she will stand no chance for a man of his development. You hope the council will call for a Lévadra Cá. Which would allow any of the girls who wish to take her place instead to do so. You look over the outsiders, which are usually volunteers from neighboring tribes as a show of good faith and peace. But sometimes people are still captured in the wilds after deserting a tribe. The rite gives them the chance to find a new life, with a new purpose.
These 3 seem to be fine specimens both of the men are still young enough to give the girls a fair chance. The large boy Qá Bo may have his work cut out for him as she is far more developed. Probably her 75th season. Your husband grinds into you and says " look at the oldest boy, he clearly likes what the gods have chosen for him."
And your husband is right, his life givers bob as his yác sat' tif stands erect at just over a handful. An impressive feat considering you were looking at it inside his body moments ago. As the meat is delivered to the fire for cooking the festivities begin. They call the eldest girl first. This means you will have to wait til the end of the night, which was expected.
The council addresses her outsider. "Your life that was is over now, your life here as a member of the tribe begins today. You will stand across from one of girls who have just come of age. You will compete in a match before the gods where it can see no end until one person holds the either looking to the stars with both shoulders touching the sacred sand for a count. You may not strike your opponent in anyway, doing so will result in execution by way of castration and disembowelment. We haven't had to do it in over 150 seasons. So fight hard, but keep it fair. This is an exhibition of your worth, not a fight for your survival."
The outsider drinks down some water that is provided for him by the children as she continues. "If you win, you will gain the woman across from you as your wife. And will be asked claim her under the stars for the goddess to see. If she beats you, you will join the fine hunters who brought you here, but you will never know the touch of a woman again, as is Val'k áta's: The God of the Hunt's will. Any questions?" Freshly free from his bonds he shakes his head no "Do you need a moment before the match begins?" Again he shakes his head. "Then darling are you ready?" She takes a moment before nodding. "May both your will and that of the gods align tonight... Start the sands!"
The hunter in charge of the count takes a piece of bone and shovels a large scoop of sacred sand into the dried bladder of the four-leg and the match begins.
He rushes her quickly right at the start but she's not overwhelmed completely, fighting through a crude tackle to pull him back to his feet. She hits a Sha'tar sweep which puts both to the sand. As they scramble she briefly beats him to top position but he easily reverses with brute force, landing on top of her with her face in the sand. She spreads her legs wide to control his attempts to lift her. Eventually, he realizes her life creator is free and he begins to slowly insert his fingers into it. She attempts to get out from under him, but she's clearly not strong enough, she cries out as he continues his assault, now he's slamming two fingers into her depths thrusting them harshly as he pins her close to his chest. She tries to stall out, by thrashing and closing her legs, til the next sand but just before it drains she sprays the water of the goddess, and loudly cries out in pleasure. Seizing the advantage, he rolls her with a cradled that brings her spasming life creator to her face. She lets out a shrill cry of bitterness, but knowing he is worthy, makes no attempt to escape before the count is given.
You watch as her mother comes to the circle with the dye of the goddess. Her daughter's new husband strokes his erect yác sat' tif as he says something to her. Her mother comforts her briefly before applying the half moon in yellow onto the skin above her womb. Q' ti is settled now. Her mothers touch and words being the things she needed to hear. This isn't defeat after all. The god's pull all of the strings here. And she is meant to create life for her tribe as is your meaning and that of her mother.
As he watches preparations the outsider sits ready, he's slowly cupping his life givers as he watches her mother stand beside her. She says the rite " By goddess will I breed for my brothers, sisters, and all those who will come after me. I live now for my husband's life givers, and the favor of my goddess. Here my plea and give me many children." You see her separate from her mother she says something to her new husband it seemed kind. As she takes her seat again. He sits on his knees away from her giving her the time and space she needs to make her final decision.
You remember your decision you chose to accept your brother with you're legs flexed behind your head, you wanted to see his eyes as well as he life givers when he made you his. But she seems to choose a different way, getting on her knees she turns her back to him and spreads her legs to show him her readiness. As he begins to move toward her she lifts her hips for him to have easy access to her. They exchange words for the first time and she smiles at whatever he says. He slides himself inside her still wet life creator with a deep moan. She places his hand on her breast, kissing deeply as he claims her. It was the goddess' will. He gives her much pleasure making her dark nourishers stiffen and her voice rises so all in the tribe may hear her desire.
He grabs her hair into his hand, before he hilts himself inside her for the final time. She goes limp held up only by her hair and his lower half. As she recovers, she runs his hands across the moon on her womb. They both grind together before she cries out to the goddess so that this coupling may bear her a child. The crowd clap loudly at this proclamation by her. And he honors her with the duty of cleaning him with her mouth. She sucks what remains of his seed from him, opening her mouth for the tribe to see the thickness of the small drop on her tongue. You can see how thick it is and you are happy for her as she takes the seed onto her fingers and rubs it into the center of the moon.
The tribe enjoys the display and as they leave to go to their new family tent everyone rises to warmly see them off. Her fertility is at it's peak, she will give the tribe many children...
