Thread: The Tribe of Lithia and Its People (Blood Red Roan x GoldenGateSon)

Gazing at her magnificent form with both awe and desire as they walked toward each other, Valeer recognized her as one of the priestesses his father had worshipped with in his many visits to this section of the temple. It seemed that she would be the one to guide him on the journey to manhood, as evident by the intricate and beautiful arrangements the ceremonial paint made upon her dark skin.Though he was not yet permitted to worship at the temple, Valeer had frequented its halls and steps many times before in his young life. As the son of a patriarch, he had accompanied his father when he had come to worship, to learn the ways of the priestesses who resided at the temple and what it meant to worship as a patriarch did. Those visits were always exhilarating for him, the opulence of the massive temple far outshining even the most well adorned and furnished huts belonging to the patriarchs and matriarchs of the various families in the tribe. Now that he was here for the first time not as an observer or a student, but a participant, those same feelings of awe and grandeur still came to him as he marvelled at the beautiful stone walls and pillars, the smooth marble floors, the elegant fountain, and of course the many beautiful temple whores who resided here. This particular floor he had visited many times, as it was customary for patriarchs to come to praise the Goddess of Fertility when one of their wives gave birth. He accompanied his father as he came to worship here, as he too would one day, and every time he was fascinated by the golden statue of the Goddess that sat at the center of the large chamber. Valeer was once more marvelling at its grandeur and beauty again when his eyes caught something else. Looking downward from the statue, he saw a magnificent sight of two temple whores, locked in an intimate embrace as they kissed, groped, and caressed each others bodies. He watched with intense curiosity and desire as his eyes wandered over the curves of the womens bodies, taking in every detail he could. Walking up the steps and taking the time to gaze over the beauty of the temple itself had caused the young mans erection to ease a bit, but as he watched mother and daughter in such an open act of intimate love and pleasure, his excitement was renewed, and the priestesses around him would have been greeted by the sight of his thick, powerful rod once more rising to full attention, throbbing in anticipation and desire. He was rather content to watch the little display for quite some time longer, but when Nivea separated herself from her daughter and rose to greet him, Valeer smiled with both pride and eagerness at her words. As she strode across the smooth marble floor toward him, he did the same, closing the gap between the two quickly. Gazing at her magnificent form with both awe and desire as they walked toward each other, Valeer recognized her as one of the priestesses his father had worshipped with in his many visits to this section of the temple. It seemed that she would be the one to guide him on the journey to manhood, as evident by the intricate and beautiful arrangements the ceremonial paint made upon her dark skin. As Valeer came to stand before the Priestess, he could see that she was taller than him, not by too much, but certainly by a noticeable amount. Not only was Nivea tall, but Valeer had much growing left to do given his youth. Luckily, if his father was any indication as to the path his progress would take, the young hunter would become quite the man indeed. As Nivea stood before him, raeching out her soft, feminine hands to touch his naked chest, his eyes couldnt but drop down to gaze at her bountiful breasts, practically in his face. They looked so heavy, so supple that he want to simply reach out and grab them then and there. Alas, he wouldnt have been able to anyway once she began to walk around him and hugged him from behind. As soon as she embraced him, Valeer let out a soft sigh. Her scent was intoxicating, the fragrant oils in which she was covered mixing with his as their skin came in contact. Her breasts felt like heaven against his back, so supple yet firm at the same time, and he could feel her large nipples digging into his back gently. Though young, Valeer knew how to properly address a priestess of the temple. Of course, Priestess, he said respectfully. As future patriarch of my family, it would only be appropriate that I come to worship at the feet of the Goddess of Fertility, that I have many children and let my family grown and prosper. As she swept her hand out in front of him, his eyes followed the path it made, taking a good look at all the women present within the temple who were now assembled along the wall, watching him and Nivea at its center. There were women of all ages, colors, shapes, and sizes. To think that after this ceremony, he would finally be able to have any one of them when he came to the temple. The young man practically drooled at the though, and the sudden throb of his rod in front of him betrayed his desire. When Nivea pointed out her daughter, Valeer took closer notice of the young woman on the bench who had been so intimately involved with the ebony priestess upon his arrival. Taking a good look over her, he could indeed see that Rivea was her mothers daughter. Her beautiful face, wide, child bearing hips, and thick, luscious legs seeming to have been sculpted from the same mold that Nivea came from. His eyes locked with this young womans, and he couldnt help but smile as Nivea asked him his preference for where the ceremony was to take place. In that instant, an image flashed in his mind of him between Riveas legs, her caramel skin contrasting with his pale skin as they mated upon the silky sheets and soft bedding of an altar. As quickly as that image flashed in his mind, yet another took its place, this one of Valeer taking Nivea from behind on those very same sheets as her daughter watched. This was the day of his Deflowering Ceremony, and there would be plenty of opportunities for him to worship again in the open once it had been completed. For now, he sought the comfort that a proper altar provided to make his first experience with a woman as gratifying as it could. I would give my first seed upon the altar, Priestess, such that my first mating might be the most enjoyable it can, he finally answered her. As he did so, his hands reached back slightly before coming into contact with Niveas thick thighs, caressing them as he felt her wide hips in his grasp as his hands trailed higher. His light, fair skin contrasted beautifully with her deep, ebony tone, as did the dark ceremonial paint on his skin with the bright ones upon her body. The pair would be quite the sight as they mated upon the altar and made Valeer a man.