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

Incense burned in the air and the crackle of ceremonial fires filled the air. For the young man, the temple of the Goddess of Fertility was one of the easiest to reach as it held a somewhat honorary spot on one half of the first floor of the temple. After all, what was a tribe's foundation if not the health of it's off-spring? The chamber smelled of lilac and honey, with the floor made of smooth marble that glided under-foot. Around the chamber were of course the very people that those who visited it came for the temple whores. Women who had given themselves to the temple, some having given up the families they had come from, to act as altars of worship for those who had come to pray to their goddess. In the center was a large fountain, the Goddess herself depicted in gold, with legs spread, and hands resting upon a swollen belly while water from four separate points on the fountain's round based washed over that same belly. The woman who were about were, of course, so close to the center of attention in equal parts for their physical beauty as for their sexual prowess and religious devotion. Many of them were adorned in jewelry, with bracelets and neck-chokers made of gold or silver and with precious gems donated to the temple adorning them. The temple had already known to prepare for the young man's Deflowering Ceremony and had wasted no expense. Such a thing was a momentous occasion as another boy of their tribe sought to step into manhood - a path that would some day hopefully lead him to many wives and children. With others around them seeming to place themselves in such a way as to draw attention towards somewhere else, it became clear that the center of the young man's focus would have best been spent on the two temple whores who sat at the center of the entire chamber, near the fountain. The elder of the two was known by sight alone to any men who commonly frequented the Fertility Goddess's temple. Nivea was a tall and fully figured woman, with skin the color of rich chocolate, and deep black hair that came down in curling locks past her shoulders. An icon of her chosen Goddess adorned the small of her back in eye-catching snow-white ink, with a flowered and decorate pattern around it that included five bands which started from the bottom atop healthy child-bearing hips and ran over her smoothly toned stomach - signs of children she had given birth to for the tribe. Bountiful breasts were pressed against the younger woman with her, who was kneading and pawing at them slowly as the two locked lips. For a long moment, pale green eyes were closed, and while one hand rested on the small of the younger woman's back, the other was buried between the younger woman's legs with long and dexterous fingers exploring the wet folds of her cunt. Reva was Nivea's eldest daughter at eighteen years old. She too had committed herself to the temple, though the icon partially hidden now under her mother's hand was that of the Goddess of the Harvest. She sat in her mother's lap at that moment with one of her own hands running through hair as black as her mother's, always stopping at the golden band that was in place just above an intricate weave descending all the way down to the middle of her back. Her skin was lighter, clear signs of her birth-father's influence, but it was there in her face and in healthy hips that seemed to beg for a strong hand to grab at them that she was her mother's daughter. Her other hand squeezed and kneaded the flesh of her mother's breasts pressing tightly against her own and the skin of both women glistened in the light of the fires from the ceremonial oils that they'd bathed in before this moment. When a silence came over the chamber that came with Valeer's arrival, the two realized he had arrived, and with a plaintive whimper from Reva their lips parted and her mother's hand drew from between her legs. Nivea grabbed her daughter's ample hips and shifted her from her lap to rest beside her for a moment on the bench before dipping her fingers in the water of the fountain behind her to cleanse them. Nivea rose to stand, arms extended out in a welcoming gesture. Her arms, legs, and stomach were decorated with ceremonial paints of bright and eye-catching colors - meant to draw eyes across the curves of her form and to the groomed and trimmed patch of hair between her legs and the folds of her womanhood just below that. A smile came to her lips as her eyes took in the form of the young man in front of her. Each near gliding step across the floor brought her closer and closer to him. And here he is. She spoke, addressing the whole chamber that served now as her audience, Valeer. Sole son of Valus. Hands not yet wet with the blood of his first battle, this future warrior has come to us this day for his first step into manhood. She drew closer. Close enough to touch him. Gentle and smooth finger-tips on his chest as she circled around to come behind him. There she hugged close, with the swell of her breasts pressing against his upper back as she rested her chin on his shoulder to whisper in his ear - her other hand clasping his other shoulder gently as she did. It is a pleasure you would choose our temple for this moment of your life, Valeer. I, my daughter, or any of these women you see now will gladly be taken by you if you so wish. She swept her hand out over the assembled women, Would you see them taken here upon this floor, for any to see? Or would you enjoy the sheets and comforts of a proper altar as you give your first seed and step into manhood?