When the hunters had come to Talia's small village asking for a volunteer to join them on the hunt she'd assumed that she was going to be used as a pack animal and probably as a maiden as well. Men had needs. To give her parents ten gold pieces in exchange for her, that was more money than they would make in three years! It was obvious they weren't simply hiring the lithe beauty for her to be a guide. So it came as something of a surprise that they seemed to be using her for even less than she'd expected. They weren't even loading her up as a beast of burden, the men were carrying all of the packs and she was only given a single skin of water to carry.
The riddle grew deeper when she realized that the men were actually turning down her advances. There was one in particular, a Prince Phillip, a fawn haired lad who carried himself with certain confidence that Talia found to be utterly intoxicating. When he was near here, she felt like a woman. The fiery red curls nestled between her legs may have been real fire for all the heat she felt. Sometimes she was afraid that the men would be able to tell somehow. That they would smell her sizzling flesh and get the hunger she hoped Phillip had.
If Phillip could smell Talia basting in her juices he certainly didn't make any efforts to feast on her. He didn't even nibble around the edges or get a taste. He just set her aside to marinate longer and after a few weeks of marinating Talia was ready to be devoured. She knew she was delicious. She had the flawless curves that her villagers had salivated over devouring. Her red hair cascaded down her backside, continually licking her pale flesh like a flame. The idea that a healthy male wasn't ready to have her at a moment's notice was annoying. It was even worse because the mere thought of the Prince made her hungry mouth salivate.
Three long weeks of travel ended with the band arriving at the Sacred Grove. It was a beautiful clearing in the Aiden Wood. Low rolling hills covered with blankets of beautiful flowers kept them warm during the cool nights and decorated them during the days.
If Talia had gotten even a hint of her fate before they arrived at the Sacred Grove she would have fled. She didn't know the history of the Grove, or why the men would be taking her to that place. Talia was happy to help them set up a small stand, clearing away the flowers and setting up the tiny altar. She was more than a little surprised when she was added to the altar.
She protested, she kicked, she screamed. Talia did everything that a petite young woman could do against several robust warriors who ambushed her. It didn't take long for them to twist her into the position they wanted, her legs lewdly spread and tied to stakes driven into the ground. It took them less time to tear her clothing off. Her wrists were bound on the opposite side of the altar keeping her bent over. To call the position undignified was an understatement. Her legs were parted far enough to put her privates on full display! Her pert virginal cunt lips swollen despite her predicament and her forbidden hole was out in
