Beltane by Caleesci
Beltane
Hello all Caleesci here! I have decided to step out of my norm and participate in Sugar0o's Second GM 2011 Challenge! This incorporates a Celtic festivity called Beltane, but I put my own twist on the actual ritual. Hope you all like!
Beltane- Holiday celebrated typically in early may (May 1st) that is a celebration of Fertility for the New Earth.
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The sun was beginning to set and Kagome's heart threatened to jump from her chest. She took deep breaths, attempting to stop her nerves from consuming her. The drums began to sound and she closed her eyes to try and calm herself. She let the music of the drums flow through her and drown out her fear. Horns blasted behind her and she spun just in time. There before her stood one of the hunters that would be competing to take her body.
He wore a mask to conceal his face, yet his eyes shone through like embers. The golden color pierced her, stealing her breath. He was tall, taller than any man Kagome had seen before. His hair was bound behind him, wrapped with leather and she briefly wondered how long it was. He wore no cloth over his torso, the glistening skin open to her gaze. the skin was pale and covered lean taut muscles. His arms were long and ended in deadly claws that only seemed to heighten her admiration. Two magenta stripes adorned each wrist, and Kagome new without a doubt he was a youkai. His chest was painted with symbols and tattoos that wrapped up and around his right arm. His stomach was long and lean and at his hips she noticed more stripes that seemed to travel inwards and disappear into the furs that covered his manhood. Long powerful legs were thick and muscular and for the first time in her life Kagome felt an unusual heat fill her belly. Would this be him? Was this the man that would slay the Stag and take his place as the Great Hunter, bringer of Spring? The heat within her body was pushed aside by the rising fear. The man took a step towards her, his gaze locked with hers. A horn sounded and a brilliant fire suddenly roared to life behind him. The fires had been lit and she could not help but gasp as his frame was perfectly outlined by the dancing flames behind him. The celebration of Beltane had begun. The group of men beside the man roared at the challenge, their weapons raised in the air. He crouched down before sprinting off into the woods. The hunt had begun.
As tradition dictated, men would bound their bodies in the tattoos of the Beltane ritual and hunt the great Stag, a majestic creature whose blood alone would bring about the beginnings of spring. The Stag was a symbol of Earth. In the ritual of the Beltane, the men would hunt the great Stag. The man to slay the Stag was considered the great hunter and would mark himself with the blood of the beast. He was then gifted with the Virgin Huntress. Together, they would consummate the union of the Masculine stag of Earth to the feminine Virgin of fertility and bless the lands with their lovemaking. He would take her as his prize, and in taking her innocence he would begot the power of Beltane into her womb.
Kagome shivered at the thought. She had never touched a man, in truth she had hardly ever seen one. She was a priestess of the lake and she lived upon the island of mists, a land of mostly women. The men they had were either very young, or old and feeble. She closed her eyes, trying to remember the words of her mother, who had been a Beltane sacrifice herself.
"Do not fight, just feel. Do not fear, just love. Let his power, his desire, his masculinity take you to a new world. The fires of Beltane are our greatest power, dearest Kagome. Let the men believe that it is their hunt and their prowl that brings the fertile earth each spring. We know that it is our sacrifice, the sacrifice of our virginity that appeases that great earth mother. Give in to him, and gift humanity with your fertility."
Kagome bowed her head and waited. It would be many many hours before he came to her.
Sesshomaru let the stirrings of Beltane flow through his body, his blood pulsing in rhythm with beating drums. He glanced around the forest where the Beltane rite was held, his golden eyes taking in the large group of writhing humans and youkai, dancing to the music as the ritual demanded. Off to the distance, he came to stand before a woman with eyes bluer than the oceans that lapped at the shore. It was her. It was the woman that had been named the Virgin Huntress. She stood before him dressed in only a fur robe that opened in the front. She wore nothing underneath. He could see the outline of her breasts, down her flat stomach to the small patch of curls that hide her womanhood. Upon her face she wore the golden crown of the huntress. He felt his beast stir within him at the sight of the beautiful woman, demanding that he be the one to take her. An eruption of magic surrounded the area and he knew at once the fires of Beltane had been lit. He could feel the heat of the fires just behind him. The shouts of then men only drove his adrenaline, the magic of Beltane commanding him to prove his worth. Crouching low, he gave one last lingering look to the vixen with blue eyes before sprinting into the woods. He let the magic guide him to the great beast. He would have her, no matter the cost.
His movements were fast, those that were not youkai fell behind in only minutes. Four remained, their speed matching his step for step. They were but blurs in the night as they moved through the thick forests. Then he felt it, the prickle of magic demanding he turn. The beast was near. The Stag was there before him, the magic that surrounded it oppressively strong. Sesshomaru stood forward, removing the Blade of the Stag from its sheath. The fight had begun.
Kagome heard the shouts, the thundering drums of victory from where she kneeled at the Great Fire at the center of the ritual. Women all around her swayed to the music they played. The hunters were returning. The Stag had been slain. She felt a rise of panic, for it had been much sooner than she had expected! She had been told it took nearly all night for the great beast to be slain, yet here it was only hours after the ritual had begun. She stood and turned to greet the warriors, waiting for the one covered in blood.
Sesshomaru stood, the blood of his prey glimmering on his flesh. He felt the power flowing through his body and settling within his groin. He felt he need to have release, the need sheath himself into his gift's warm body. He moved quicker, still holding the head of the Stag as he made his way back. The cheers of the men surrounded him, yet he paid them no heed. Instead his gaze fell upon the area where the Great Fire blazed into the night. His stride was swift and strong, the hardness between his legs begging for her soothing touch.
He burst through the trees and into the clearing. There standing before him was his prize. Her back was to the fire, her gaze upon him. Her mouth parted in slight surprise. It was the man she had seen earlier, the youkai. He dropped the head of the beast where he stood for it no longer mattered. All that mattered was her. The moment he reached her he pulled her to him and kissed her. Cheers erupted from the crowd that gathered around them, the men grabbing the swaying women to couple with.
Sesshomaru groaned as his tongue shot into her mouth and tasted her sweetness. He could taste her purity, her fear, her nervousness and it only served to make him desire her more. Sesshomaru reached up and moved the fur robe aside before pulling back and gazing upon her bare body. A low growl slipped passed his lips as her breasts were revealed to his eager gaze. She was nibbling upon her lower lip, embarrassed at being nude in front of so many. Though she knew the people watching were engaging in their own sexual trysts, the fact that she was part of the main show made her nervous.
Sesshomaru stepped away from her and slowly encircled her. She felt as though he were evaluating his prize and she feared for a moment he would find her unworthy. He suddenly gripped her and near tossed her to the ground, though she landed gently in the fur robe that she had discarded. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear, and anticipation. He crawled atop her body, his mask making him look all the more feral. She could see the whites of his fangs glistening, and his blood stained torso made her shiver in a delightful fear. She closed her eyes and remembered her mother's words. She relaxed and felt the heavy thrum of the magic and let it flow through her. She felt as though her senses were heightening.
"Look at me." His voice was so deep, so husky and Kagome gasped at the closeness of it. Her eyes snapped open and he rewarded her but latching on to her breast roughly. She cried out and arched her back in surprise, the feeling of him sucking her nipple into his mouth sending shockwaves and warmth through her body. His deadly claws lifted to graze the other nipple and Kagome mewled softly, the ministrations making her mind feel fuzzy. Her soft pants and moans urged the onlookers to engage in their own trysts. The night of Beltane was only just beginning.
Kagome felt him pull away from her sensitive breasts and she could not help but whimper at the sudden loss of contact. A soft chuckle fell from his lips and Kagome blushed in embarrassment.
"Do not worry, little huntress, this has only just begun." The heated words took on a new meeting as she noticed he was moving down her body. He sat up, and gazed down at her body. Reaching down, he gripped her ankle in one hand and lifted it. With the other hand he lifted the other and spread them. Her womanhood was opened to him and he nearly groaned as her scent hit him. Kagome felt the heat increase as he exposed her to everyone's view. She watched as he leaned down and she felt her heart pick up in pace. When the knowledge of his intention became clear, Kagome though she would die. He inhaled sharply just above her womanhood, his eyes darkening immediately. His gaze flickered to hers before he let his tongue trail out and part her folds. Her eyes rolled back as a new sensation overtook her. His tongue grew faster, and bolder as it dipped between her and began lavishing her with its wondrous strokes.
Sesshomaru felt his lust surge forward, his sudden need to pleasure the woman almost painful. His hands released her legs only to travel to her entrance and push inside before the young woman had even known what was happening. The immediate cry from the woman was loud and throaty, her pleasure made known to the entire encampment. His finger worked within her furiously as his tongue lapped at the sensitive nub just above. Kagome thrashed wildly, the feelings that wracked her body to intense to discern. The hardness between Sesshomaru's legs was throbbing painfully and Sesshomaru needed some sort of attention. Pulling away from her delectable entrance, he situated himself so that she too could pleasure him.
"Take it in your mouth, huntress." He commanded, "And I shall reward you." Kagome suddenly was hit with a wave of nervousness as he moved atop her and knelt on his hands and knees. Somewhere between the move his furs had been removed, and now his hard length dangled down in front of her. His knees were beside her head and his arms by her hips. She opened her mouth to do as he said. A pleasurable heat spread through her body when he let out a low throaty groan as she took in the tip of his manhood. A low, thrumming sound could be heard rumbling from within him and Kagome found it incredibly enticing. She moved her body down and tilted her head back so that he could slide into her mouth. She wanted to hear that moan again.
Sesshomaru buried his face between her legs once more, his tongue lapping ever faster against her than before. His hands curled around her thighs and kept them spread apart. With one hand he dipped two fingers into her and pushed them in deeply. Her muffled moan made him groan. He began to thrust his hips, dipping his rigid length even further into her suckling mouth. He felt her body shiver beneath him and knew that his previous little virgin huntress grew closer to the pinnacle of her pleasure. Knowing that she came so close he picked up his pace, thrusting harder with his fingers into her dripping core. His own hips picked up in tempo, amazed that she had not yet gagged at the sheer size of him.
The magic of the night flowed through them and Kagome was beginning to feel the building of pressure within her. It was like a dam attempting to hold back the ocean. She felt him graze his fangs against her sensitive bundle of nerves and her world was torn asunder. Her scream was muffled by his manhood, and Sesshomaru thought he had never heard a sweeter sound. Her muscles were contracting around his fingers and he pleasantly noticed her juices now covered his hand. Pulling himself out of her mouth quickly so she could regain his breath he spun, placing his fingers into his mouth as he licked the remnants of her orgasm from his hand. She was panting hard, her face flushed yet he could tell by the look in her eyes she was far from done.
He rolled her over and brought her upon her hands and knees. Kagome blushed as she was now gazing upon the multiple couples that were celebrating the night just in front of her. Though they were hidden more in the shadows than her and Sesshomaru, she could still make out the thrusts of the men and hear the moans of the woman.
"You are mine, huntress." Sesshomaru snarled harshly, startling her at his possessiveness. She gazed back, her eyes wide with fright. Those beautiful golden eyes were gone, and in there place were two crimson orbs. Kagome had no time to react as she felt him thrust into her, tearing through her maidenhood in a single thrust. She cried out in pain, his thick member stretching her beyond anything she could have imagined. He was still above her and once again she heard the gentle rumbling of his growls. After a moment he began to thrust again, his length slipping out of her easily with the juices from her orgasm. The stinging pain began to give way to something greater. Though her fear was still present, it began to morph into something different. She knew youkai were dangerous beasts, that they had another half that what was seen. A half that was no more than an animal. It was something that oddly excited her.
Sesshomaru's pace was quickening, the tightness surrounding his manhood was greater than any he had taken before. The feeling was exquisite and his fangs pierced his lip as he bit down from the sheer ecstasy. The sound of skin slapping against skin only served to heighten his desire, and the soft mews of pleasure from the woman was a symphany within his soul. In all his long life he had never encountered a woman that drove him with such lust. True, the powers of Beltane coursed in his veins like a drug yet it would not have such an incredible affect on his beast.
Kagome had never felt such a feeling before. The way he plunged into her, hitting places she did not even know existed. She fell upon her forearms, her body growing weak as he took her harder. She could feel ever inch of him inside of her and she feared if he were any thicker he would have torn her apart. The growls coming from him were growing louder and she found it incredible enticing. Nothing in her life could ever compare to this, the way he played her body like a harp and made the passionate music. The background had faded, and the others in the area were no longer on her mind. Her thoughts were on him and the way his body fit hers so perfectly. She shot a glance at him over her shoulder, her eyes locking with his immediately.
"Please..." She whispered. Sesshomaru was not sure how he knew what she needed but he pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her back. He thrust back inside of her, their new position earning a moan from both of them. She wrapped her legs about his waist and her arms came around his neck. His lips crashed against hers and their tongues danced a passionate tango. His movements somehow seemed different in this position, as if it were less about domination and more about passion. His hands roamed her body, pulling at her to bring himself deeper within her. One hand reached up, tugging her hair back. With a gasp her head lifted and he burrowed into her neck, his tongue lathering the revealed flesh hotly. She gasped at the sensation of his fangs grazing the skin. She was being driven mad by lust and her need to find relief. She pulled him closer, rocking her hips. He snarled in pleasure as her hips tilted at just the right angle letting him pound deeply within her. He hit a spot that had her seeing stars and her nails dug into his shoulder, drawing his blood.
Sesshomaru growled as he drew closer, and from the feel of her quivering tightness she too was close. His lips peeled back, revealing his fangs that continuously nipped at the flesh of her neck. His growls were now possessive and threatening, sending a message to any who dared to approach. His speed had picked up to a pace that Kagome could not keep up with. Instead she held on for the ride, her body ready to burst. And as he thrust once more, he hit that sport and Kagome threw her head back, a deep throaty moan slipping out. Her muscles contracted and she clamped down upon him. Sesshomaru could take it no longer, the tightness had grown almost unbearable around his engorged manhood. With a roar of conquest, his fangs buried into the flesh of her neck and he emptied his seed into her.
The fires of Beltane roared upwards, their flames turning blue as the ritual was completed and the Virgin Huntress had been taken. The earth would be blessed with fertility, as had been Kagome. Sesshomaru pulled back, his own breath coming in heavy pants. Lifting up he removed her mask, and for the first time that night gazed upon the beautiful face of his partner. She reached up and removed his mask, gasping at the handsome man above her. He leaned down and placed a possessive kiss upon her lips.
"You are min now, little woman. As we speak, my pup grows within you, mate."
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Love,
Caleesci