Thread: Ritual (xanaphia & CharmSnake)

Isolde had much to do if she was going to prepare her apprentice for this evening. She was busy mixing herbs into dark liquids, procuring the ingredients from her various jars lined up upon shelves. She handed something to Lynneth, a maroon colored liquid, too thick to see through. Drink it. It will make things easier this evening. I used a strong mulled wine for the base, so it should dull your senses a bit. The herbs will ready the egg to accept the seed. Hopefully if won't take too long for you to conceive like this. Isolde told her, the lovely young apprentice too sullen to pay her mistress much attention. She brought it up to her nose, squinting as she took a long whiff of the mixture. It didn't smell too terrible, just a bit bitter. She drank it down in a single motion, coughing a bit as the cup left her lips. Other than some slight dizziness, she didn't feel much different. Meanwhile, Isolde had pulled down some carmine paint and a fine paintbrush. It's bristle were long and soft, made from the fur of some animal renowned for it's mystical properties. She slipped her fingers under Lynneth's clothes, tugging at the leather vestment until they were free from her body. Lynneth only protested for a moment, groaning softly as she was stripped, her soft voluminous breasts spilling out of her top. Shy little nipples began to awaken, blood flowing into them as they caught on to the cool breeze of the evening. Isolde held the left mound in place, dipping her brush into the deep rust colored paint and then applying the paint to the breast. Lynneth sighed as the paint was being administered, intricate circular patterns appearing on her bosom. Isolde worked carefully, slowly, painstaking painting the young woman's body with the perfectly symmetrical pattern. Curves and swirls, delicate details, fine lines. It was a lovely work of art, but more than that, it served a purpose. These runes will make this evening easier for you to bear, my dear. Every touch will bring you pleasure, as though you were lying with a skilled lover, focused solely on your desire. Isolde explained, as she worked some rings around Lynneth's thighs. Isolde knew these men would not be gentle with her apprentice, and certainly would not bother with her enjoyment. Even if she informed them that ecstasy would increase the chances of conception, she doubted they would have the patience or the skill to put it to practice. Further, she knew the best chance to ensure conception would be for Lynneth to take as many men as she could handle, as each men who filled her with his seed would improve the odds. She doubted the girl would be able to last long without some assistance, so she did her best to provide it, any way she could. I'll see if I can make this easier for you. Of course you will need to take as much seed as your vessel can hold, but I will try to speed up the process as much as I can, bringing the men close to their release before they take you. The elder witch explained, retrieving a cloak for Lynneth to wear while they made their way to the center of town. The elder witch packed some incense and blankets in a basket, leading the way back into town. Lynneth clutched the cloak close to herself as she stood before the large bonfire the invaders had started. Isolde didn't stop, setting incense up in a circle, laying down the blanket near enough to the fire so her apprentice would be warm while she partook of the ritual. Isolde supposed the men might kept her warm enough, but she wanted this to be comfortable for her apprentice as possible. Though she may have come off cold to the warriors, she did truly care for the girl. Things were set for the ritual to begin, and the sun had long since set.