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Catriona put a hand on her stomach, nauseous to the point of vomiting. Nerves made her hands shake as well as all her insides.
"Cat, don't be so nervous," her friend Sine. "This is an incredible honor! I'm so jealous. I wish I could be The Alyth in this year's Imbolc festival!"
"That's because you're a whore," Catriona told her friend with a laugh.
"There's nothing wrong with a strong man between your thighs," Sine told her best friend with a smile. "You don't have a man in you often enough!"
"Oh bollocks," Cat told her friend. "I fuck plenty. I just don't relish the thought of fucking three men in front of the whole village!"
"Well, you've been picked to be The Alyth of Imbolc and you HAVE to do it to ensure Ballybridge has a good harvest. And it's not like it's going to be a hardship."
"Not for you, mayhap, but I'm not an exhibitionist like you. I swear, Sine, you have no shame."
"What is there to be ashamed of, you little prude? Sex is natural." Sine walked over and put her arms around her friend. "You sacrifice a little time and public fucking and we get an abundant crop this summer. It's a fair trade."
Catriona hugged her friend before she turned and sat on her bed. She thought about the annual festival of Imbolc. It was a fertility festival their village of Ballybridge celebrated every year. One unmarried girl, who was not a virgin, was chosen to stand in for the goddess Alyth, the goddess of Spring. During the festival, three masked men would take her to an earthen altar where they would all fuck her. This was a sexual sacrifice to ensure the fertility of their crops in the coming year. In the last hundred years the village had not had one bad harvest. It was unheard of in the surrounding villages in their rugged, unforgiving region of northern Scotland.
Cat was not opposed to sex, she loved it. She'd had many lovers who had remained her friends. She wasn't even opposed to sex with multiple men at one time. What she had to come to terms with was fucking these men with the whole village as an audience. But tonight was the night, so Catriona needed to come to terms with this quickly.
"Don't worry, Sine, I'll do it. I'll even embrace it. I would never do anything to jeopardize Ballybridge."
"I know, and don't worry. Plenty of people will be busy fucking each other. Many may not even watch."
Catriona knew Sine was just trying to make her feel more at ease, but Catriona knew better. Most eyes would be on her performance tonight. Just talking about her fears had helped, though. "What is Keith going to think of me after this?"
Keith was the Laird's son. He was nearly ten years older than her and she had seen very little of him through her life, usually from a distance. He was often away on clan business and she'd had no opportunity to interact with him. All she knew of him was that he was very tall and well muscled with dark hair. It was, however, a very enviable match.
"Keith? If he really loves Ballybridge he'll understand what you are doing for our village! You know very well there is no stigma attached to being The Alyth."
"I hope so. I'm ready to be married and it will please my family very much."
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As the sun was setting, Sine helped Cat get ready for the Imbolc ceremony. Cat stripped her clothing off and Sine helped her friend rub a special, very expensive cream into her skin. It made Cat's very white, milky skin glow with a golden sheen which brought out the gold in her hazel eyes. Then Sine brushed Cat's waist length burgundy hair until it shone like fire. She very much looked like a pagan goddess.
"Frig, Cat, I am so jealous of your body. I wish I looked like you instead of a beanpole! You really look like a fertility goddess with all with your round hips and giant tits. Bitch," Sine told her with a mock scowl.
"Oh, shut your mouth. You literally have to beat the men off with a stick."
"I know, but you're so soft and womanly."
"Or fat," Cat said with a laugh.
Sine helped Cat wrap a hooded cloak around herself. The traditional Alyth cloak was dyed a beautiful yellow-green to represent Spring. It looked amazing with Cat's coloring. Lastly, Sine placed a wreath of daisies on Cat's head.
"There, Alyth, you are all ready!"
Cat looked at herself in the full length mirror standing in the corner of her room. It had been a very pricey gift from her father. "I really do look like Alyth," she whispered to her friend.
Sine hugged Catriona from behind. "You look gorgeous. Those men will be drooling!"
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Let's go."
They left Cat's large home and walked through the streets of the village. It was now just past dark, but many torches were lighting the way to the village square. Most of the villagers would be at the Imbolc celebration, only a handful of women remaining in the church with the priest to look after the children. The Imbolc celebration was so vital to the prosperity of Ballybridge, that even their Christian priest looked the other way.
Cat and Sine could already hear the sound of the ram's horns and cowhide drums throbbing from the square. As they drew closer they could also hear the laughter of the people. As they entered the square the celebration was already in full swing. Scantily dressed and fully naked men and women were dancing around a great bonfire that reached nearly 20 feet in the air. Their bodies undulated to the rhythm of the horns and drums. The music was low and throbbing and Cat could feel it pulsing in her body, causing moisture to gather in her cunt. People were grinding and writhing against each other as they made their way around the fire.
Looking to the left, Catriona saw the high earthen altar. It measured nearly twenty feet square and about five feet tall. There were bright torches every few feet, ensuring a good view for all. Already the three chosen men were in their places, awaiting Cat's arrival. They were the strongest and fittest men the village had to offer. Cat grew excited looking upon them, knowing that in moments she'd be the center of their undivided attention. Sine led her to where the Laird waited at the bottom of the earthen steps that would lead her up to the altar.
"Have fun," Sine told her with a wink, "I know I will! I'm off to be well and truly fucked!"
The Laird took Cat by the hand and led her to the top of the altar. When they reached the top the music and dancing started and the people gathered to listen to the Laird relate the story of their Imbolc celebration.
"One hundred years ago, this village was starving, along with the rest of the Highlands. The land refused to give up her fruits and the people were dying. Then our priestess was visited by Alyth in a vision. Alyth, our goddess of spring and rebirth, informed our priestess that if we would offer her a sacrifice of sex, lust and love that she would bless us with good harvests, with enough to sustain us and prosper us above all the other clans in the Highlands. She informed our priestess that the encroachment of the new religion of Christianity was killing the belief in our Gods and Goddesses that we have loved and worshipped from the beginning of time and as a punishment the land was being laid waste. So our ancestors obeyed our goddess and the first festival of Imbolc was celebrated. That year our crops were so abundant we had enough to feed ourselves and livestock, to store away for winter and to sell to neighboring clans!" A great cheer went up from the villagers. "Since that time we have prospered by keeping the old traditions and worship alive! Alyth continues to bless us year after year. Let the celebration commence so that we may once more please our goddess and prosper!" This time the cheer from the crowd was deafening when the Laird moved behind Cat and removed her cloak.
Far from feeling embarrassed, as she had assumed she would, Catriona was aroused by the sight of so many lust filled eyes on her naked flesh. Keeping with tradition, Cat raised her arms and shouted, "Let the festival begin!"
Cat watched for a moment as villagers began once more dancing to the music, many more removing what little clothing they were wearing. As the Laird made his way off of the altar one man approached Cat and led her to the center of the altar. The cool, moist dirt between her toes felt sensual and made Cat feel connected to the earth she was sacrificing her sex for and therefore connected to the real Alyth. Once in the center, the three men surrounded her. It was traditional for The Alyth to make the first move, but once she did, she no longer had any control over what happened to her. She was at the mercy of the men surrounding her. Cat's pussy wept at the thought of what these men were about to do to her.