The sun thrust its way through the vanishing morning fog to scatter its light and heat around the carved beams of the Tranquil Place, the promise of another sweltering day. The sudden change broke the trance brought on by the constant, peaceful drip of the Contemplation Fountain. Dylen, roused from her mediations, stretched her nude body, rising lithely from her cross-legged position to face the stern gaze of Synda.
"Now what?" Dylen's voice and expression were petulant, perfectly matched to her youth and vacuous mind--in Synda's opinion. "I've done my meditations, like you said. I didn't go out whoring, like you said. What?"
The older woman, dressed in a loose, knee-length robe of pale yellow, held out the remains of a blue linen tunic, worn by the Maidens of Repose who tended the Temple and its grounds, including the Contemplation Fountain. "No, you didn't go out last night. You brought someone in. And you were at your mediation only as long as it took you to realize I was on my way and get to this place ahead of me. About half a glass. That's what."
"Not true," Dylen protested. "I was up before the sun."
"Your cock was up before the sun, shoved into a Maiden's cunt and mouth. You, personally, have been up, meditating, if you can call it that, for less time than it took me to find out what you've been up to. As I said, about half a glass." The older woman pointed to the sands trickling through an ornate wood and crystal timekeeper. Synda's face was dark, much darker than the rest of her ebon skin, which Dylen found oddly arousing.
"Have you no concept of the importance of today? Of the need to be of the correct mind? To say nothing of what you've done to the Maiden. She can't stay here any more. There is a specific meaning to the word
Maiden
you know."
"But she wasn't a virgin. There wasn't any blood and she knew far too much about..." Dylen stopped just after realizing how much she'd confessed.
"What she was before she came to the Temple is entirely different from what she is when she serves the Goddess. And now, as she's had carnal relations with... you," Synda's voice went up in pitch and volume, "she can no longer be a Maiden. What will she tell her family? "
She'll tell them how fucking amazing I am
, thought Dylen.
Maybe I can see her again after the contest
. To Synda, she said, "We don't have to tell anyone, do we? It's not like they'll notice."
"The Goddess will notice." The older woman's voice rose again before she stopped, realizing where she was. She took a deep breath and continued in a much lower tone, but with increased menace. "Such things are not invisible to She Who Rules. Did you not think of that? What of our coming contest? How are you now prepared to defend the honor of Chimera, with your debauchery and insolence to the Goddess?"
"I am more than prepared." replied Dylen with considerable heat. "I've done everything you and the teachers asked of me and more for the past two years. I sacrificed my life, my sanity, ever since I was selected over all the other warriors.
Over all the others.
You think because I'm not an old hag like you--you're at least thirty--that I have no skill or that I can't hold my own in ritual combat. Well, I can."
She moved quickly, very quickly, Synda decided with an approval she didn't show, pinning the older woman against a carved pillar, pressing her barely lighter flesh against the ebon Synda, gripping the woman's throat tightly. She pushed aside the robe, lifting Synda's leg to expose the full lips of her pussy beneath the puckered ball sac and the large, semi-erect cock. Her own cock, fully erect, slid dexterously into the moist folds of Synda's cunt, the older woman's raised leg resting on Dylen's out thrust knee.
Gotcha, bitch
. Dylen grinned as she worked her cock in and around the damp flesh, still pinning Synda to the wall with her strong hand.
Bet you didn't expect me to be that fast, did you? How's it feel to be the one getting fucked this time?
She leered at the woman held captive before her, who waved her hands futilely until, with a suddenness that astounded Dylen, she brought those waving hands up between the two of them, gripped the young woman's nipples in strong, supple fingers and twisted hard.
Dylen pulled away, gasping, her cock sliding from Synda's pussy with barely a drop of cum glistening at the tip. Still holding one nipple tightly, the older woman cupped the younger woman's balls with the other hand. She squeezed just enough to bring a wince of pain to Dylen's face. Then she let go, pushing the younger woman roughly away.
"You are fast, no doubt, but you lack experience and patience, things I have in abundance. Only the Goddess knows why I am burdened with such a one as you when the honor of the Clan is at stake." Synda took a twin to her own robe from a peg on the wall, tossing it to Dylen. "Dress. We have much to do. It appears I will be doing most of it."
The women walked single file along a winding path among the enormous trees that led away from the Tranquil Place, across bridges over placid pools, among small statues of spirits and the occasional demon that reminded all of the duty to be righteous. Dylen frowned as she crossed a small bridge where a carved demon appeared to stare reproachfully at her as she passed. She stuck her tongue out at the creature, sucking it in quickly when Synda turned around to see why she dawdled.
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The cool of the forest path evaporated as they stepped into the close heat of the Gathering, a huge circular expanse of trodden earth full with the crowd of women who represented the Eight Clans, here for the ritual Battle. Teams of runners waited at the edge of the Gathering to take news of the fight to the rest of the clans camped in the fields around the Temple of the Goddess, which lay at the foot of the Dreaming One who smoldered and smoked in her mountain lair. This day her slumber was restless. Dylen thought it a bad sign.
A circular mat, three times the length of a tall woman, stretched across the center of the Gathering, surrounded by posts with ropes between them to mark the site of the Battle. To one side, nearest the flanks of the mountain, under a vast canopy, were the Clan chiefs. Three sat on each side of the two women who ruled Chimera and Direbird, the First Clans. Behind them, brought reverently across the vast southern plains by the women of Direbird, rose the Great Totem. At its top, in shades of green, was the Direbird, the razor-beaked flightless predator of the southern plains. Below it the Chimera, hues of yellow teeth and tail, the half-seen creature haunting the dark jungle shadows. Below it were ranked the totems of the remaining six clans, all unpainted: Bull, Direwolf, and Leviathan for Direbird; Serpent, Ourang, and Pantaguar for Chimera.
Dylen and Synda stepped between the ropes onto the mat at the same time as two women dressed in green robes stepped in from the opposite side. The fighters for Direbird. The High Priestess stood on the platform between the Great Clan chiefs. She raised her bracelet-laden arms. Quiet descended.
"Since everlasting and while the Dreaming One sleeps, we have maintained the peace of the land and The People have prospered," she intoned. Murmurs of approval rose in the crowd. "The Battle, engaged every two years between the First Clans, once again decides the holder of the Great Totem. For the past three Gatherings, Direbird has the honor of keeping the symbol of our peace. Its effigy remains atop the pillar of our union. Today, in the sight of the Goddess and the Dreaming One, we hold symbolic combat to determine who is blessed by the Great Totem for the next cycle. Warriors of Direbird and Chimera, approach."
Dylen and Synda walked to stand before the Priestess; the women in green did the same. They were of the same height and muscular build as the dark women. Their olive toned skin, dark red hair, and green eyes contrasted with the dark skin, braided black locks, and grey eyes of the Chimera fighters. All four bowed, looking only at the Priestess.
"Here now are the warriors. Ngboken and Tuwarnis for Direbird. Synda and Dylen for Chimera. Over this day, one clan will be victorious. To them go the honor of the Great Totem for the next cycle. Warriors, are you ready?"
The four women nodded as one. "Return to your places and await the contest," the Priestess said.
Dylen and Synda retraced their steps to the place where they had entered the circle and removed their robes. Tuwarnis and Ngboken did the same.
Synda, still looking ahead, as was required, said quietly, "Bring your training to the fore, put all other thoughts aside. Take the one to your left, with the scar on her cheek; she is the less experienced. I will worry over Ngboken. Concentrate on your opponent, look nowhere else, no matter what you may hear or glimpse. Be patient, we will be at this for the entire day. It is not important to win the morning or even the afternoon; it is important to win the Battle; to be standing as the sun sets while they are not. Fight when the Priestess steps out of the circle."
Dylen nodded, suddenly aware of the vast expectations of her Clan now pressed in on her like the heat of the day. As she walked to the center of the mat, she began to doubt. The one she was to fight, Tuwarnis, looked to be a perfect match for her. Her breasts were of medium size, with large areolae and long stiff nipples. Her cock, partially tumescent, had an exposed tip, the same as hers, nicely veined. The balls weren't as big, but still made an enticing package. Her own cock rose at the sight. Tuwarnis grinned as her own cock rose to fully erect. Ngboken, on the other hand, looked to be more than a match for Synda's hefty cock and balls. Her body was sculpted as if from stone, small breasts with the same large areolae and long nipples as Tuwarnis, but with an enormous cock and swinging balls. Dylen was suddenly grateful that Synda chose her opponent for her.
You won't hear the end of this
, said a small voice within.
The Priestess met the women in the center of the circle. She sprinkled ash from the Dreaming One over them. Abruptly she turned and left; she was out of the circle quickly. Dylen only just ducked the swift blow from Tuwarnis that grazed her cheek. She responded with two rapid punches to her opponent's stomach, connecting solidly, but leaving herself open to a fist to the side of the head; she staggered back. Tuwarnis took the advantage, tossing Dylen over her hip to the mat, straddling the groggy woman, raining blows on her face.
This isn't going well, is it?
said the remarkably calm voice within her.
