Chapter 9 - Old Rites
I took my seat with a knot in my stomach. I was excited for what was to come but nervous about all that it involved. Damion had been chosen as the ceremonial sire for this year's tribute. Thankfully that meant that after the ceremony his duties for the holiday would be over and we could focus on all that we had planned. On the flip side we had agreed he would not take a companion for the weekend. It was up to me to fulfill his needs. I'd seen his hunger for sex and while completely normal for a vampire during the blood moon I would be lying if I said it didn't worry me just slightly.
I couldn't help but smile as Damion shifted forms halfway down the aisle and his roar sent a shiver down my spine. I watched as he showed the young girl the same care he'd given me so many years ago and bit my lip as her cry filled the air as he filled her with his length in one smooth shot. His skillful touch had her cumming only a few minutes later and he stared directly in my eyes just prior to biting into her throat to complete the ritual filling her with his hot seed in the process.
Once they left the stage the Master of Ceremonies closed the procession wishing everyone a fun filled weekend. As everyone disbursed I waited for Damion at the base of the stairs leading to the altar. When he came back into view he'd managed to throw on some pants but his chest was still bare and I couldn't help but bite my lip.
"If you keep nibbling on those lips of yours, I will not be held responsible for taking you right here on the steps kitten." He teased in my ear as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him for a kiss. I melted in his arms and when he set me back on my feet I had to will myself to remain standing. He smirked knowing his affect on me. Are you ready my kitten? I believe Mael is waiting for us on the beach. I nodded and we headed out into the plaza but instead of retreating to the comfort of Damion's suite we headed toward the water's edge.
When we cleared the broken suburbia it was not hard to tell where Mael was waiting for us. The beach was dark and empty lit only by the barely risen moon with the exception of the large fire Mael had started close to the point where the water's tongue lashed at the sand. We walked toward it and as we approached it was easy to see that Mael had already inscribed an intricate series of runes around a circle in the hard packed wet sand. In the center of the circle a sword shimmered in the moonlight. Complex carvings ran the full length of its blade a red ribbon tied around the base of its handle.
I couldn't help but stare at the sword and how the light from the fire flickered along the carvings. It wasn't until Damion started to remove my shirt that I snapped back to the moment at hand. I helped him remove my clothing and then helped him remove his trying to not focus on the fact that I was naked in front of Mael. My nakedness was the least risque thing he'd see tonight.
Mael approached us and offered Damion a short dagger that matched the sword in the circle. I offered up my hand which Damion carefully cut with the dagger and allowed the blood to run from my hand into a bowl held up by Mael. "Let the giving of blood signify that you come here of your own free will," Mael said as the blood dribbled into the bottom of the wood bowl. When enough blood had been given Damion licked my hand and sealed the wound. Another ability the moon gives us which I had missed out on. I gingerly took the dagger from Damion and proceeded to slice the palm he offered me and added his blood to the bowl. "Let the giving of blood signify that you come here of your own free will," Mael repeated to Damion as he licked his own wound closed.
We stepped into the center of the circle, the sword on the ground between us. Mael walked around the circle pouring a few drops of the mixed blood onto each of the runes carved in the sand. "This blood is a gift to the elements, may they honor this union by lending us their strength."
As Mael joined us inside the circle I couldn't help but feel a little queasy as he bent and picked up the sword and then stepped back to the circle's edge allowing us as much space as the circle allowed. Damion kissed me as he guided me to the sand his touch reassuring.