The fire flared high, sending sparks toward the stars above. The naked bodies of the Amazon tribe shone golden, circling the great fire. All around me my sisters chanted, voices supplicating the Mother Goddess to provide us with a successful hunt. I added my voice to those surrounding me, praying fervently.
This was to be my first hunt and I wanted nothing more than to bring home a man strong enough to withstand the trials so that my sisters and I could mate with him. As the ritual came to an end, the Amazon tribe, my sisters, stood and began moving off in pairs to the jungle surrounding the clearing. I turned to find Athela standing at my side.
Where I was tall and dark, Athela was short and light; my polar opposite, but beautiful, I thought. I looked into Athela's blue eyes, sparkling in the dying fire. I knew that she wished to take her pleasure with me this night.
"Come, Kayelli." Athela smiled, taking my hand. "Come with me to the clearing I have prepared for us."
It was ritual, just as much as the chanting to the Mother Goddess before the fire, this sharing of pleasure the night before the hunt. This being my first hunt, it was also my first night of complete pleasure. Before our first hunt, we Amazons learn to pleasure each other with tongues and hands, but a huntress is not penetrated with the sacred rod until the night before her first hunt.
It was thought among the Amazon tribes that the huntress' first love should be the one to open her for mating. Athela was my first love. She had come to me seasons back to introduce me to the pleasures a wet tongue and nimble fingers can provide. Now she wished to open me for the mating. I was willing, but nervous. Some of the other huntresses had spoken of pain and of blood, two things I had never associated with pleasure before.
Athela saw my fear, and reassured me with a gentle touch on the face.
"Have no fear, my love. There shall be no pain tonight. Only pleasure." With that Athela led me toward the nearby clearing where she had laid out a small wooden altar to the Mother Goddess. Upon the altar was some binding fiber and a sacred rod carved from the bark of one of the Great Yew trees that grew in the Mother Goddess' grove.
Athela turned toward the altar, kneeling and whispering a prayer to the Mother Goddess and I did the same, kneeling next to my mentor and love. As her prayer floated toward the heavens, Athela turned toward me and pulled me down onto the woven grass mats she had placed in the clearing. She kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth and teasing my lips and garnering a similar response from my tongue.
We lay together on the grass mats, kissing and fondling each other's bodies for some time, as the moons moved across the sky. I felt Athela's hands moving down my body, parting my legs and caressing my mound. I spread my legs willingly, knowing that I was safe with Athela and that there was nothing to fear.
Athela gently pushed me onto my back and leaned on her arm above me, looking down into my eyes. She leaned in and kissed me once more before moving to the altar. She returned with the binding fiber and the sacred rod.
The binding fiber she coiled in a spiral and lay on my belly, the seat of my womanhood. In opening me for mating, the fiber would be blessed and help to bring a productive hunt. The sacred rod Athela kissed, laving the smooth wood with her tongue. She looked so very provocative there, worshipping the rod and I felt more wetness gathering between my thighs as I watched her.
Athela turned to me and brought the rod to my lips for me to worship. Taking the rod in my hands, I followed Athela's example and ran my tongue all around the tip of the rod, then placed it in my mouth and sucked it in, moving my mouth up and down on the smooth, warm wood. Athela watched briefly as I sucked and licked the rod, then knelt between my thighs. The first touch of her tongue to my slit was electric, and I felt my hips buck as I sucked the rod deeper into my mouth.
