Thread: Ritual (xanaphia & CharmSnake)

Several of the men had taken a step or two within the circle of incense for a closer view or to be in a better position to ensure a spot in line. A couple of bottles were being passed around and the band was in good spirits. A maiden being used in the dirt was good entertainment after all. She even appeared to be enjoying herself with the one who took his time. When she called out, begging him for more it precipitated a raucous cheer from the circle and more men crowded closer in. What is this? Sloppy eighths? Sloppy Ninths? asked the next one between her legs almost grimacing at having to stick his member into the loads of several of his comrades. Still, the gooey mess did not deter him from sinking in and starting to fuck her just like all the others. He was stocky, somewhat hairy and wore a dark trimmed beard. His joke prompted another round of laughter and emboldened the men to crowd in some more. The next two hopefuls in line knelt on either side of her. The blonde one took hold of her breast, rigorously kneading and tugging. The other stroked himself just above her face. Take it, whore! Lie down proper like a cunt should! The encroachment of the circle was not lost on Jarren and he was not about to let things turn into a free-for-all. Everyone back! he bellowed as he walked around within the pentagram. Back! Back! You'll get your turn! Back! He pointed the tip of his sword at those who needed extra coaxing. The few already on the blanket awaiting their turn were deemed no harm and permitted to stay. Odon! he called his ox of a first sergeant. Watch them to make sure they all behave and await their turn. The witch had resumed her place before the hour glass. The glass was ringed four times, each ring representing one-fifth of an hour. The fourth ring indicated four-fifths and the full hour was marked by the depletion of the sand. The white granules glowed in the moonlight as they piled ever closer to the second ring. A wisp of cloud hurried past overhead. The wind was picking up and Isolde checked over her shoulder to gauge the weather. Clouds were coming. If they were to block out the moonlight she wasn't sure how much it might adversely affect the conception. The captain left the circle to visit the hut where the wounded Ragnar lay. From the doorway he addressed Karsin the medic. How is he? No change, M'Lord. Before Jarren returned to the ceremony he noticed one of his men saddling a horse in the dark. He approached. It was Davor. Where are you going? he asked. For a ride, the young sergeant replied with disgust. I don't need to witness this abomination. I'll be back when it's over. He untethered the horse, stepped into the stirrup and mounted. It is not worth the spoiling of a heathen to save one of our blood? the captain poised. We fight because we have to. We conquer to keep from being conquered, said Davor as he looked down sternly at the captain. We call them barbaric, yet look what we do ourselves. To spill blood for the honor of our King in the name of war is one thing, but there is no honor in suffering for the sake of suffering. The blaze of the bonfire and shouts and laughter of the men in the circle hung in the distance, their echoes dampened on the wind. They would do the same to us, said Jarren. Perhaps, said Davor. Then he jerked the reins and the horse carried him off into the darkness. Back in the circle, the man jerking himself began to groan. He stopped and rubbed his reddish wrinkly foreskin across Lynneth's face, smearing wet precum on her cheek and the side of her nose. The tenth man finished inside her and the masturbator took his place. Since he had already worked himself near climax it was only a matter of a few strokes before he too pumped his load into her with a gutteral moan of satisfaction. Jarren had returned to the circle and had brought four armed soldiers. They took up their positions to enforce the perimeter of the circle. The breast fondler was next. He flipped her over onto her knees and held her hips up while pushing her face down. His forcefulness elicited another ovation from the increasingly rowdy crowd. he was stubby and thick and pounded her like a sledge hammer. A shaggy red headed man claimed the next place in line and knelt before her. He yanked her face upward by a fistful of hair and tried to shove his erection in her mouth, but the one fucking her from behind kept pressing her back down to keep her ass up and maintain his angle of attack.