A Tale of Loss and Lust

"True! With the sun having set, it is time to sit down and wait. The chief and her handies may show up any moment."

"I can't wait to see her in person."

"See-who?"

"The laz from the deep," Lora said. "Rumors of her astounding beauty flow like water from a bowl."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. It is whispered that your breath will be stolen once you gaze at her loveliness."

"Hum... Lilura won't let us stay away from her," Rhona said. "Each tribda must touch, kiss, or lick her for a while."

"The ritual is the ritual and I do so love it," Lora said, grinning broadly.

Rhona opened her mouth to say something but a faint drumbeat caught her attention. Lora rolled her eyes and turned her head to look at the entryway. A hush fell over the temple. All the tribeswomen listened attentively to the rataplan that grew louder. One of them rose and declared, "The chief is coming!"

The crowd followed her example. Some women groaned as they stood up; others just nodded or whispered to one another. Every one waited until a couple of dark-skinned women entered the temple. With ebony drumsticks, they beat the drums hung from their right shoulders. Little girls retreated, clutching their mothers' legs as the booming music frightened them. The guards entered, then Dagmar, followed by the four handmaidens and Lilura escorting Selena. Each drummer turned and stood at either side of the entryway. They continued beating their drums until Dagmar, her handmaidens, and guards led Selena to the stone altar.

Lilura walked past them, stopped beside the goddess, turned around, pulled a wand from her belt, and spoke, "O Gracious Chief of Gynecians and all the tribdas! As a descendant of Tsaša Runa the Great and a custodian of Vulvalican rituals, I am pleased to declare that we are going to offer the four hundred and fiftieth cunvulgybond in the history of Vulvalica. We believe that it is a ritual, offered to bond a nonate laz with us and mark her as Gynecian. A laz who steps on this isle must be cunvulgybonded so that the goddess may sanctify her entirely. This ritual not only protects a laz from the evil that haunts the seeds of a gyke but also legitimates her connubiation with the tribdas. Tonight, the laz from the deep will be honored as breida av-goddess. Since she does not remember her true nyme, the spirits have chosen a new nyme for her. From now on and for eternity, she shall take her Gynecian nyme-Lena!"

All the tribeswomen gazed at one another in amazement. The name set their tongues a wagging. Dagmar looked quizzically at Lilura who smiled and bowed her head.

Yamila and Mika raised their hands. As they silenced the crowd, Lilura resumed, "Now, I ask Rhona and Lora to bring me the cunnuice so that we may begin offering the ritual."

The duo rapidly pivoted and went behind the statue of the goddess.

"O Great Chief! I beg your leave before asking Nuala and Inga for escorting Lena closer to me," Lilura chanted.

"Yes. They have my permission," Dagmar replied solemnly.

Selena felt uneasy as the handmaidens restrained her arms. Nuala cast a glance at her and smiled in understanding. "Don't worry, love! You'll miss the ritual as much as I do," she assured her.

Selena uttered no reply. The handmaidens escorted her until they stopped before Lilura who raised the wand and spoke softly, "Close your eyes Lena and repeat the incantations that you hear."

Nuala and Inga stepped back. Selena closed her eyes as Rhona and Lora plodded from behind the statue, holding a cunnuice-filled cauldron. Placing it on the ground, they withdrew to a corner.

Lilura touched the tip of her wand to Selena's right tit and intoned, "Removo dextropastie!"

"Removo dextropastie!"

No sooner had Selena enunciated the words than her pastie vanished.

Lilura touched the tip of her wand to Selena's left tit and said, "Removo levopastie!"

"Removo levopastie!"

Likewise, the other pastie vanished instantaneously.

Lilura then touched the tip of her wand to Selena's breechcloth. She looked up at her unperturbed face and said, "Removo longeclad!"

"Removo longeclad!"

The breechcloth also vanished in a flash and Selena stood stark naked before the tribeswomen who ogled at her, licking their lips salaciously.

Lilura's pussy twitched as she eyed Selena's exposed crotch and erect nipples. Curbing an urge to ravish the vulnerable beauty and gratify the carnal desire that shook her body, she pointed her wand at the cauldron and quavered, "Cunnuice wetalaz!"

"Cunnuice wetalaz!"

The cunnuice surged up from the cauldron, nearly hit the ceiling, and undulated down to the spot where Selena stood. It did not flow over her, but froze into countless ice crystals suspended in the midair.

"Now open your eyes and stretch your arms as they stream down your body," Lilura said.

Selena obeyed her and looked up. The crystals transformed to water drops, which fell on her face and hair first. Then she laughed with elation as the drops began raining and trickling over every part of her body.

Lilura waved her wand and a red glow emanated from its tip. Selena's mouth fell open as the magic levitated her. She spun smoothly in the midair and floated toward the goddess until her feet touched the stone altar. Still flabbergasted by the magical feat, she gazed around the temple and failed to find an indication of the drops that rained on her just a while ago.

"Preis bziu goddess! Preis bziu Migontis," all Gynecians chanted, praising the goddess in unison.

Lilura raised her wand, quieting them and spoke to Dagmar, "O Great Chief! I beg you to climb up Ara Veneris and be her first aramate."

Dagmar climbed the narrow stairs, engraved in the foot of the altar. She walked with determined steps, exhibiting an aura of assurance. Her deep brown eyes roamed lustfully over Selena's curvaceous figure.

Selena, feeling self-conscious, looked bashfully at the altar. The thought of being an object of every woman's attention gave her an adrenaline rush. Her heart beat faster as she stood still, letting the Vulvalican chief approach her.

Dagmar stopped in front of her, raised a hand, touched her chin, and lifted her face. She smiled as their eyes met. "You are very beautiful, Lena! Let me kiss your lips," she spoke tenderly.

Selena closed her eyes as Dagmar kissed her lips and embraced her warmly. They stood close, letting the heat effuse from their bodies. Dagmar's hide dress felt coarse against her erect nipples and smooth skin. She forgot the crowd, the thaumaturge, and the temple. In her preoccupation, she just felt a couple of hands that fondled her back and soft thin lips glued to her mouth.

Dagmar teased her plump ass cheeks. She inserted her tongue into Selena's welcoming mouth, then sucked her lips, and released them. Selena laughed dreamily, hugging Dagmar as she received a shower of kisses on her neck.

"Breida av-goddess unu-chiefe," Lilura said.

Dagmar lifted her head and cast an affectionate look at Selena. She kissed her once again, patted her cheek, turned around, and walked over to the foot of the altar. As she descended the stairs, Lilura spoke, "O beautiful handies to our Gracious Chief! I ask you to climb up Ara Veneris and be her aramates."

The four handmaidens climbed the narrow stairs and approached Selena. Yamila stood at her right, stooped, and kissed on her nipple. Inga followed, sucking her left nipple and squeezing her tit playfully. Nuala went down on her knees, held Selena by her hips, and smooched on her pussy. Mika knelt behind Selena, patted her ass cheeks, and began licking her ass crack.

Selena moaned blissfully, raising her arms above her head. The handmaidens continued kissing, sucking, and licking the erogenous zones of her body. They pleasured her lustfully and electrified every nerve in her cunt.

"Breida av-goddess unu-handiese," Lilura said.

Yamila and Inga kissed Selena on her cheeks. Mika rose after pecking her on the rump. Nuala licked her belly button, stood up, gave her a wink, and turned to get down the altar.

The ritual continued for an hour. Lilura called the names of tribeswomen who climbed up the altar in duos, trios, or quartets. While some women preferred licking Selena's pussy and sucking her nipples, the majority fondled her curvaceous body. They kissed her passionately on the lips, stomach, back, or limbs. Finally, Lilura declared herself as the last aramate. She walked closer to Selena, passed the wand on to her, and instructed, "Don't let go of it and repeat the words after me."

Selena held the wand firmly. She closed her eyes as Lilura kissed her on the mouth, neck, tits, and stomach. After licking her engorged pussy lips desirously, the thaumaturge looked up and spoke aloud, "Breida av-goddess unu-magie!"

"Breida av-goddess unu-magie," Selena articulated the words in a tremulous yet clear voice.

"Preis bziu goddess! Preis bziu Migontis," the crowd intoned exultantly; their voices echoed throughout the temple.

"The ritual is over, Lena! Now you belong to us," Lilura said, clasping her arms around Selena's thighs and buried her face between them.

CHAPTER TEN

TRES-AN-NULAZ

The moon shone brilliantly in the clear sky, illuminating the entire island. Sapphingales trilled out their joyous notes as they perched high in the pussyries. The melody of their night songs uplifted all the tribeswomen. Returning to their abodes, they conversed with one another about Selena and her stunning beauty.

Dagmar and Mika walked hand-in-hand behind the two guards. They silently traversed the path that led to the cohabirem. Having pasties affixed on her nipples and breechcloth tied around her loins, Selena followed along with the three handmaidens. The cold land breeze assuaged her nagging sense of lost identity. Despite their indigenous mode of living in a secluded island, Gynecians were caring and friendly. They touched her gently, kissed her lovingly, and pleasured her amorously. She felt elated in the company of women, to whom she had been unrelated before the bond ritual.

Stopping before the pudendine that stood at a fork in the path, Dagmar said, "We've reached the mark, lazes!"

"Yes O Great Chief," Yamila replied.

"Since the ritual is over, you must escort Lena to the handierem."

"With pleasure, O Great Chief," Nuala said, eagerly bowing her head.

"I have a question O Great Chief," Inga said.

Yamila, Nuala, and Selena looked at her.

"I know what your question is," Dagmar said. "Although I haven't chosen Lena as a handie, she will be your fremate until her connubiation is settled."

Inga smiled meaningfully.

"We are grateful for your beneficence O Great Chief," Nuala said.

Dagmar gave her a nod and said, "Now don't stand here a moment and make a tres-an-nulaz of it!"

Selena and the three handmaidens bowed to Dagmar who resumed treading the right path. Mika and the guards followed, without looking back at them.

"Let's go lazes," Yamila addressed Nuala, Inga, and Selena. She turned and walked on the left path, leading them.

"I hope you aren't weary, love," Nuala spoke to Selena, holding her right hand.

"No I am good," Selena replied pleasantly.

"We can see that," Inga said, taking her left hand. "Breida av-goddess won't sleep until she cums thrice for her fremates."

Nuala laughed heartily.

"True," Yamila affirmed. "Whenever you ask Lilura to explain this, she tells you about zurisa ergon."

"Zurisa ergon," Selena spoke, looking at her quizzically.

"Yes. The vitality of cunvulgybond," Yamila said. "Breida av-goddess must be pleasured by three fremates after the ritual, or else she will live the rest of her life tossing and turning."

"What do you mean?"

"You heard what Lilura declared about the cunvulgybond. It is not only the ritual of sanctity, but also an occult reaz to seal the pussies and protect them from evil. After giving you a cunnuice bath, she cast a spell that levitated you and concurrently filled up your pussy with zurisa ergon. You must release it completely by cumming thrice during tres-an-nulaz, a unique activity that saves your pussy from permanent closure and intolerable pain."

"Oh!"

"Tsaša was the originator of all the magical feats and Gynecian rituals," Inga said. "One legend states that she fell for Zuria whom we know as the first breida av-goddess. When she was cunvulgybonded, Tsaša chose her as fremate and they made love. Unfortunately, Zuria fell asleep immediately after cumming twice for her. The retained vitality sealed her pussy lips and severe pain shot through her loins. Tsaša tried her best to alleviate Zuria's agonized state, but her efforts were to no avail. As a result, Zuria turned into a peri. Deeply aggrieved, Tsaša went into seclusion. One night, however, she came out of her hut and made a solemn declaration to all the tribdas that a breida av-goddess can be protected from the terrible consequence if three fremates pleasure her in unison, and so make her cum thrice!"

"What happened then?"

"The majority believed on her declaration but some tribdas asked her to eliminate the ritual. Tsaša plainly refused to do so. Five years later, a beautiful laz from the deep stepped on this isle. Tsaša cunvulgybonded her on the seventh full moon and then instructed three tribdas to be her fremates. The laz survived that night, completely ridding herself of the zurisa ergon. Therefore we celebrate sebinviva to commemorate the historic event."

"Is it some kind of a festivity?"

"Yes," Nuala said. "It is reputed after Sebina, the breida av-goddess who survived making the first tres-an-nulaz with her fremates. On the seventh full moon every year, we go to the temple and continue praising the goddess. To observe sebinviva, the chief and the thaumaturge associate lazes in quartets. Then they are allowed to have an orgy for one night."

"Vah!"

"Now you know why our gracious chief has entrusted us to pleasure you," Yamila said.

"Luck will favor me tonight-I hope," Selena said apprehensively.

"Yes it will," Nuala said, squeezing her hand.

Selena looked at her. Nuala responded by smiling and nodding assuredly.

Soon they approached a circular hut that stood amid the pudendine thicket. It wasn't as huge as the cohabirem was. Yellow light emanated from its entryway, illuminating a patch of earth and the vegetative surroundings.

"The torches are lit," Nuala said. "Have you asked some laz to stay in the handierem?"

"No," Yamila replied. "I forgot to put them out."

"Ah, they will snuff out for sure! We can't roam around the island and ask the tribdas to lend us some burlap sacks," Inga remarked.

"Don't bother! We have oil lamps already," Yamila said.

"Now I can't say that Yamila is forgetful," Nuala gibed.

Inga gave her a peevish look.

Selena beamed with delight. As they entered the hut, her eyes fell on the bed of moss and fern; it was bigger than the one she had seen in the cohabirem. There was no sign of the bamboo pillars and the ceiling looked unadorned. Above the bed, a shelf was engraved in the wall. It contained a neat pile of folded breechcloths, clean bowls, a pitcher, an oil lamp, some flints, and a steel rod. At either side of the entryway, a lit torch was fixed in the sconce.

"Nuala," Yamila said. "Will you light the lamp for us before I put them out?"

Nuala nodded and walked over to the shelf. She took a flint and struck it with the steel rod a few times, creating sparks and lighting the lamp instantly.

"Inga! Take Lena to our bed," Yamila said, winking at her.

Inga grinned and hugged Selena around her waist before approaching the bed. Yamila picked a snuffer that lay on the ground and extinguished the torches. The flame of the lamp flickered as she and Nuala resumed walking toward their partners.

"We do not make love before snuffing out the torches," Inga said, fondling Selena's waist and hip. They stopped near the bed.

"Except the chief or Mika, no tribda will come here now," Yamila said, standing behind Selena. She reached up, brushed her raven hair aside, and gently kissed her on the right shoulder.

Selena closed her eyes as Yamila showered her neck with kisses.

"I hope you won't feel uneasy in the dim light," Nuala said, cupping her face.

Selena could not utter a reply as Nuala's lips met with hers, locking them in a French kiss.

Inga fondled Selena's left arm and clutched her wrist. Capitulating to an urge, she knelt down and gently kissed on her waist. She darted her tongue out, licking up the supple skin and showering a trail of kisses down to the hip.

Selena lifted her right hand and moved it in Yamila's hair. While Nuala licked her neck, Inga's tongue flicked on her fleshy thigh.

Yamila turned Selena's face in her direction, and kissed her on the mouth. Nuala removed her pasties and zeroed in on her left nipple. She puckered her own lips, gliding them over the tit and sucked a mouthful of the resilient flesh.

Yamila released Selena's lips and grabbed her right tit. She licked the nipple, circumscribing it with her tongue. Clasping her lips over the throbbing nub, she sucked it hard and opened her mouth further to devour the supple boob.

Inga moved behind Selena and untied her breechcloth in a tick. She squeezed her massive ass cheeks, kissed them all over, and continued licking her ass crack.

Selena laughed, letting them suck her tits and lick her derriere. She lifted her arms, held Yamila and Nuala's heads against her bust, and fingered their hair affectionately. A shiver ran up her spine as she sensed Inga's hand moving between her thighs and titillating her vaganus.

Inga kissed Selena's ass cheeks and spoke, "I want her to ride my face, lazes! Keep sucking her teats while I taste her pussy."

Nuala let Selena's nipple slip out of her mouth and asked, "Is she wet now?"

"Yes," Inga affirmed and rose.

Releasing Selena's other nipple, Yamila said, "Very well! Nuala and I will swap places."

Inga removed her pasties, clasped Selena's arm, and made her spin. As their eyes met, she cupped her own boobs and spoke lewdly, "O breida av-goddess! Suck my teats before I lie down and serve you orally."

Selena's eyes fell on her full tits. She reached up and caressed them tenderly. Her clit throbbed as she felt Inga's hardened nipples and rough areolae under her palms.

"Come on, love! Suck them," Nuala enticed her.

Selena licked her lips, bent forward, and opened her mouth to take Inga's right tit. She closed her eyes as the soft flesh filled her mouth. Drawing her cheeks in, she sucked and released it slowly. Then she clasped her lips on its counterpart and continued sucking it.

Nuala and Yamila fondled every nook and cranny of Selena's body as she repeatedly sucked Inga's tits. Her pussy quivered for their juiciness, the nipples throbbing against her tongue, and four hands caressing her body. Giving pleasure and receiving amative attention was a euphorically delightful venture for her. She loved every moment of it and every sensation that caused ripples through her love canal.

Inga cupped Selena's face, smiled, and kissed her. "You are good, very good! I want to taste your pussy. Let my appetite be satiated, baby! Let that sweet juice trickle down your thighs and soak my face," she said affectionately.

"She can't do that until you stretch out here," Yamila quipped.

Grinning, Inga knelt down and lay flat on her back.

"Let's help her Yamila," Nuala said and held Selena's right arm.

"Sure," Yamila replied before clasping her other arm.

Selena's ears turned red as they helped her to squat above Inga's face until her knees rested on the ground. Kneeling at her either side, each handmaiden playfully touched and sucked her tit.

Inga held Selena by her hips and lifted her own head. The feminine aroma wafted from the open twat that hovered above her nose and mouth. Running her tongue, she traced a wet line between the swollen pussy lips.