Ai da! Ai da! The mourners clapped, trilling ululations.
But the rest of the world had faded away. Now there was only this long desired intimacy between them.
“I used to watch you.” Supporting himself on one hand, Mattahn’s sensual lips licked and nipped her ear. His voice low, thick. “I always wanted you.”
“I wanted you too Mattahn.”
“I kiss your lips with my cock.” He rubbed it slowly over her pearl, then slid it down over the lips and mouth of her desire.
Pushed the head in. Pulled out. Making her want it. So tantalizing.
Moaning softly she arched and clenched, trying to get more of Him.
“You like that eh?”
“I like it all...Everything.”
“Like this? Hmmm?” ” He hissed as he slid the head of his one-eyed serpent down along her slick seam then back up to nose her pearl again.
She moaned, arching her hips. All awareness reduced to this radiant male and his capacity to evoke such amazing pleasure.
“Open your sacred door My Queen.” Mattahn pushed in gently, a little more this time, as his thumb massaged her pearl.
UHhhh! A low groan burst between them at the intense surge of pleasure.
Mattahn pulled out to slide his slick cock head up and down along the sensual lips of her yoni.
“More Yeva?” His voice low, guttural.
“Hmmmh…” Arms lashed around his neck, fingers buried in his long black hair, she kissed his mouth passionately, snaking her tongue between his lips to entwine with his.
Lying partially over her, he took Yeva’s hands and held them over her head with his left hand. Leaning on his left elbow, he caressed her pearl with his right thumb as he rolled his hips, thrusting slowly deeper into her tight virginal channel.
Uhhh… Ahhh...Rocking, pushing deeper. A fraction at a time. Panting hoarsely. Groaning at the intense pleasure.
His lips found a pink nipple and sucked lasciviously, sending a shot of raw lust straight to her core.
It was Yeva’s first time with a man, but she had been well trained. She rolled her hips in unison with Mattahn’s rocking thrusts, caught up in the mad ecstasy of the serpent queen’s mating dance with Herakles.
She felt no pain at his invasion, only a titillating stretching. Waves of thrilling pleasure radiated from her core. She squeezed sensual muscles as he thrust, her back and hips undulating in rhythm with his.
Mattahn ground his hips, balls deep in her slick hot sweetness. Lost. Immersed in Her World.
Exactly as the Entities wanted.
Chapter 38 – Life is the Greatest Gift
The Skythian will have nothing to do with paltry cattle
He offers men to the gods
And the offer is appreciated –
Lucien of Samosata - On Sacrifice
Simultaneously dancing nude under his black cloak, Sargis’ inner beast roared, surging with lust for the serpent queen. Blazing eyes focused on Ruzanna, the Black Cloak warrior whirled to the pounding, compelling drums.
The fear was gone. Only this dance of consummation remained. His raging libido drowned out all rational thought. It’s the only way I can endure the pain to come without going mad.
Loins thrusting with lascivious craving he palmed and squeezed his rigid erection. Ahhh…that feels good…
UH! UH! UH! Grunting, chanting, drumming and neck snapping in full flight, dancers and mourners rocked sinuously, working themselves into an atavistic state.
Ahh-GIN, Ahh-GIN, AHH-GIN!
Hips shaking, silky round butt bouncing with rhythmic temptation, the serpent queen’s supple body melded with Sargis’ movements. Coiling together, they spiraled like mating serpents.
Long black hair rippling across broad shoulders, Sargis’ black cloak swirled open, revealing flashes of carved golden muscle.
With a shout, “Huh!” he threw the cloak off, displaying lean hips and his rampant, turgid arousal.
“Ahh see how strong is our young Herakles! A fit guardian for Kanxa. The Sword of Our Fathers approves!” Chief sorcerer Koldun called out. But his voice was lost amidst the wild drumming and chanting.
Caught up in an induced trance state, Sargis saw only the seductive serpent queen. Turning her back to him, she bent over. Hips swaying seductively, her sleek round ass waved back and forth, rubbing his throbbing cock.
Lashing his arms around her waist he thrust, sliding his heavy erection up along the hot slick seam between her black diamond painted thighs. The broad head of his cock caressed her sleek folds.
A wild frisson of lust shot up his spine. His cock pulsed and jerked, aching to explode.
Not yet. I will make the most of this, my last dance – to honor the gods.
With the soft globes of her ass undulating into his seething loins, Sargis’ probing fingers reached around to strum her pearl. The serpent queen moaned, her supple body writhing in his arms.
Entwined, they rocked in unison to the throbbing drums. Rising and falling, swaying as one, the warm sweat of their bodies knitting them together in a delicate membrane. Their lithe bodies rippling with the erotic sway of coiling serpents.
The impassioned supplicants chanting fervently, maniacally:
Ahh-Gin, Ahh-GIN, AHH-GIN!
Nothing is ours
All is Yours!
Consumed by the lust to mate, Sargis crouched over her, back and hips undulating. He reached around to roll and pinch her red-painted nipples. The serpent queen released a low moan, sensuous rolling hips matching his.
Wait. She is bait! The conditioned warrior, the survivor in his brain tried to warn him.
But another Voice in his head said – It is better this way. Pleasure will make it easier to endure the pain.
As he ground his swollen erection between her serpentine thighs, his fingers slid down to caress her velvety folds dripping with desire.
His male libido roared, poised to launch. Pulling back, he palmed his tumescent cock. Squeezing. Stroking. UH-hhh…
Throbbing, rock hard, Sargis’ entire being was focused on the sacred act of procreation to create a new race.
Beware. She is a lure.
But his survival instincts went ignored, subsumed by his burning libido. The pounding drums, the drugged koumiss, the sacred smoke, the manic chanting, all had done its work to release Sargis in a way he had never known.
A carnal growl erupted from the Beast within. He was become Herakles, sire of a new race.
Holding his turgid cock at the base, Herakles nosed the serpent queen’s dripping entrance. Pushing his rampant phallus between her gold and black diamond thighs, he slid the slick mushroom head along her hot slick slit, back and forth, then pushed in deep.
Mindless with desire, she arched her back, squeezing her channel tight around his stiff cock.
UH…Sargis released a rough grunt. Hips rocking he felt himself sliding into waves of rapturous pleasure. Immersed in the warm
rolling sea of her essence.
Wild wanton sensation surged through his body like rolling thunder, cresting to a climax. Not yet. Or it will be over too soon.
***
Enthralled. Absorbed. Melting into Yeva’s rippling inner fire, Mattahn rocked his hips, thrusting deep, groaning at the titillating waves of pleasure. UH-h-h...
“Say my name.” His voice a hoarse panting purr.
“Mattahn. Noble Mattahn.”
“Don’t forget me Yeva.” His warm breath puffed in her ear.
“Never.”
And then she was lost. Driven like a small boat before the vast pulsating waves of pleasure that her noble hero was mounting on her body. Rocking, grinding, groaning. Her senses consumed by erotic shudders…
Mattahn stiffened, caught up in spasmodic release. She gazed up into his eyes and something passed between them. Some indefineable bliss. Just as a garotte was slipped over his head, stopping both breath and blood.
A hard hand grabbed Mattahn’s long black hair. Jerked his h
ead back to exposed his bulging throat.
The sacrificial blade sliced deep.
Crimson drops splattered onto Yeva’s stunned face and breast. Mattahn’s precious life blood gushed out into a golden vessel held by a priest.
“NAY! Don’t!” She screamed, staring in stunned shock.
But her voice was lost in the manic chanting and booming drums. The mourners screamed in an orgy of manic lamentation, beating breasts, scratching faces.
Ah- GIN! Ah-GIN! Ah-GIN!
Nothing is ours
All is YOURS!
***
At the same time the serpent queen Ruzanna knelt on all fours, ass upturned. So tempting. Enticing.
Kneeling behind her, Sargis’ large callused hands palmed her round silky buttocks. Rocking his hips, he pushed in deep, then reached around to caress her pearl. Ruzanna moaned, clenching his cock with rippling channel walls.
And they were lost. Transported. The euphoric moment of shuddering rapture upon them.
But then, rising above the chanting and drumming, strange sibilant Voices pierced Sargis’ awareness. Seething Voices of malevolent power hissing with the split tongues of demonic serpents –
Kill! Kill! KILL!
Invisible hissing Voices coming from everywhere and nowhere, shutting out everything else –
Kill! Kill! KILL!
And Sargis knew his end was near. His last remaining instinct for survival kicked in, desperate to stop the inevitable. To rise up. To defend himself.
Too late.
He groaned, his entire body gripped, shuddering in the throes of a massive climax. His seed shot forth into the serpent queen, his vision momentarily blurred by ecstasy.
Koldun slipped the garotte around Sargis’ neck. Quick as a striking snake the sorcerer tightened the noose. In a flash Sargis’ vision darkened. Just before his eyes went black he saw IT.
Black shadows in the form of a coiled viper with the amorphous head and torso of a man swayed on the wall behind the altar. Rapacious eyes glowed like red coals. Thin lips drew back, displaying long curved venomous fangs.
VELESH has come.
Out of Sargis’ mind rushed a last heartfelt prayer - Mata Drakaina - SAVE ME.
Grasping a gleaming dagger, the hilt carved into a striking serpent, Koldun jerked Sargis’ head back and cut his bulging throat.
As waves of blood gushed out, the crowd screamed, caught up in a thrilling agony of fear, pain and power.
Another priest held a golden vessel under Sargis’ throbbing throat to catch his life blood as it erupted in a heavy pulsing stream. Within agonizing moments he sank into blackness…
The mourners erupted into a shrill keening, for Mattahn and Sargis had been renowned warriors. The chariot horses pawed and neighed shrilly, scenting blood, sensing the extreme tension.
“Sword of our Fathers – We bow low before thee!” High sorcerer Koldun called out as he solemnly poured Mattahn’s life blood over the Sword in the Stone. “With this sacrifice we affirm our covenant with thee! Keep our people strong!”
Watching in stunned shock, Yeva heard the arrogance in Koldun’s voice. Even as Mattahn and Sargis’ bodies convulsed in dying tremors at his feet. He enjoys this.
“Ah-Gin, Accept the soul of Prince Kanxa who died bravely in battle! Accept the souls of his loyal friends that Kanxa may not be heart sick in the Other World!”
Ah-GIN! Ah-GIN! Ah-GIN!
Nothing is ours
All is Yours!
“Velesh, Black Serpent, God of the Under World – We bow low before thee!” Koldun bowed in all four directions. “Your humble servants ask that you accept this gift of sacred life blood! Welcome Prince Kanxa. Walk at his side!”
With profound veneration Koldun poured the thick, hot red blood of Sargis’ young, unlived life over the blood-caked sword. As the blood dripped down to pool with Mattahn’s on the altar, the funeral party shrieked, locked in a trance state of hypnotic ecstasy.
Dipping his fingers into the vessel, Koldun flicked drops of blood onto the mourners. “Blood is the food of the Gods!”
Smearing streaks of the sanctified blood over their faces, the mourners’ eyes rolled up in their heads, showing the whites. Hoarse frenzied voices chanting:
Vel-Esh! Vel-Esh! Vel-Esh!
Blood is the food of the God Below!
Nothing is ours!
ALL is YOURS!
Koldun flicked more blood on the delirious mourners. “Ah-Gin, You who could reduce our lands to a scorching desert in a heartbeat, Sword of our Fathers - With this blood we affirm our pact with you. Life is man’s greatest gift to the gods!”
Nothing is ours!
ALL is YOURS!
Beside themselves with grief and exultation, the mourners rocked back and forth, necks snapping - Ah-GIN! Ah-GIN! Ah-GIN!
Frozen in shock, Yeva stared at the bleeding remains of two noble beings, men she had admired in her short, lonely life. The vile perfidy of the act infuriated her. I was an agent to this - a stain on my soul!
The throbbing hypnotic drums kept pounding. The sacrifice was not over. Not yet. In the dark orange flickering torchlight she gazed around at the wall of screaming grimacing faces.
But her people were gone. Tansformed. Black shadows and firey light played over misshapen, contorted visages. Demonic forces coiled in skull-like eyes.
They are not here to mourn Prince Kanxa. The sacrifice is the thrill they were secretly waiting for.
I see the smiles behind the masks they call faces. They are secretly delighted. Excited. Thrilled to the death. This sacrifice is a great show for them.
Malevolent entities closing were in. Flickering tongues licked bloodless lips in anticipation. She was about to be consumed by their rapacious craving for pain. I curse you all!
No longer caring whether she lived or died, Yeva rose and pointed at the viper-masked ennerei. “Behold - the Filth of Demons! Blood sucking VAMPIRS!”
Her voice was drowned out by throbbing drums, by the intense chanting and shrieking. But Koldun heard.
In a few swift steps he crossed the altar. Scowling, he hauled back and punched her in the face with a bloody fist.
“Silence bitch! You dare blaspheme the GODS?!”
She staggered from the stunning blow but refused to fall. Dark brows pulled together in a V of silent fury she glared straight into his eyes. Her Kako Mati gaze unblinking. Relentless.
A curtain descended. Only these two could hear each other. She spoke in a deep rasping voice almost not her own:
“Beware Koldun - Your end soon comes. Do you want to know how you will die?”
Her face and breast were streaked with blood. Her expression deadly calm. As if she had absorbed Mattahn’s warrior essence. Not one but two beings faced the sorcerer.
Caught by surprise, Koldun’s power shrank before her. The sorcerer’s beady eyes darted behind his viper mask.
“HE is here now.” Yeva’s voice dripped venom. “HE will come back from the Dark House. Reborn. He will find you and leave you groveling. Struggling for breath in the dirt where you blood-sucking vampirs belong!”
Fear and fury glinting in his crazed eyes, Koldun swiftly threw the garotte over her head. Cinching it tight around her neck, he lifted the blade of sacrifice to slice her throat.
Let me die too. It is better this way…for I am sick. Sick at heart… It was her last thought before her world went black.
Chapter 39 – Dead Silence
A year after the death of a Skythian king
50 of the king’s attendants are taken,
All native Skythians
For bought slaves are unknown in the country.
These 50 are strangled
With 50 of the most beautiful horses –
Herodotus – The Histories
Deep below the Great Hall of Sacrifice, Sava heard the manic chanting, the primeval drums pounding. The blood froze in his veins. Above, four would die while he cringed, hiding in the subterranean depths. And
he hated it.
I am invisible. I hear nothing, feel nothing…
Interminable long dark moments passed.
When the horses screamed above the stallion tensed to answer their distress calls. Sava clapped his hand over Zlatna’s nostrils, warning him to silence. The stallion obeyed but the shrill neighs were excruciating.
His internal sense of time said it must be almost sunset, but the resonant drums kept pounding. And so he had no choice but to wait. And wait.
So cold… His hands and feet were freezing. Tremors kept shaking his body.
Some god must have sent me here. But for what purpose?
The place reeked of dank earth, death and decay. `And clay shall be their drink’…
Finally at long last the drumming stopped. A vast heavy silence reigned in which Sava heard only his own amplified breathing and that of his horse. Still he waited. The stallion switched his tail, shook his head and stomped, anxious to be away from this place.
The wall torch in the adjoining burial chamber had long since flickered out. The darkness so dense he could not see the hand in front of his face. He tossed the lead over the horse’s neck and clicked his tongue. Unhesitating, the stallion stepped into pitch blackness.
As the horse passed, Sava ran sensitive fingers along Zlatna’s back until he grasped the long white tail, then let the stallion’s unerring sense of direction guide them up the long ramps to the Great Hall.
The stench of powerful narcotic herbs mixed with blood, smoke and a pervasive sense of terror halted Sava dead in his tracks. He stood a moment, absorbing the sight lit by flickering torches.
An eerie stillness lay over the rigid chaos of dead bodies. Magnificently caparisoned horses stood motionless in great pools of blood, impaled by the shafts of the chariot. The chariot driver stood silent and erect, impaled on a stake run up through the floor of the chariot.
The dying firelight danced over naked bodies sprawled on the wide flat altar.
Sava’s brain pulsated a stark, compelling message to his muscles – The Black Cloaks will come back! Get out NOW.
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