She smiled, nodding her head.
"Do you like to fuck?” I asked. Perhaps it was due to my unusual position among these people or maybe it was on account of my strangely erotic temperament and the thoughts that I was to enter into the orgy which was to follow, but whatever caused it, I felt dreadfully naughty. I believed I had never felt quite so naughty, and I awaited her answer. “Sit here,” I said before she could answer my previous question, and as she perched herself on the bed beside me I placed one hand on the smooth skin of her well-turned thigh and gently patted it. “You are very beautiful,” I continued as a surge of lust swept over me, “and if I were a man I would consider myself lucky indeed if I were allowed to fuck you."
She smiled her prettiest. “It isn't the men who are the lucky ones; it is us, we women, who are lucky, for sometimes we have to tease them before they will fuck us. But come; the feast is about ready and we must not keep our king waiting."
She led the way outside, and here I saw men with great armfuls of wood hurrying toward the various fires. Great quantities of sparks flew high into the air as heavy sticks were thrown on. Everywhere I saw girls and young men in groups talking or singing; children were gaily chasing each other about the place, and everyone was naked. The fire cast flickering shadows over their bronzed bodies; red lips and flashing eyes were in evidence everywhere.
I stopped. “Where is my partner of the night?” I asked, smiling.
"I am taking you to him now,” she answered. “He is waiting in yonder temple,” she continued, pointing to a building directly ahead.
The soft pine needles made the softest carpet beneath my feet, for it must be remembered that, like my newfound friend, I was stark naked. Entering the low-roofed structure, I saw the king at the far end reclining on what looked like a platform. He was lying on a mattress of skins, and beside him sat Ferry. A beautiful girl sat on his knees, and a half-dozen other girls were in attendance as well. All were naked and were listening to the strains of a guitar.
Suddenly the king saw me. “Come!” he cried, brushing the others off like so much chaff. I hurried to the bed, threw myself down beside him and into his waiting arms. “She's beautiful, Ferry, my good friend!” cried the king, kissing and petting me in the most brazen manner. His great hands slid all over me, patting and gently pinching the flesh of my bottom, thighs, belly, and breasts.
Everybody was happy and gay. “She's just as I told you, my king,” cried Ferry, “but wait until you get between her powerful thighs and your great prick dives deep into her belly; then you'll think her even more beautiful!” It was plain that Ferry had partaken deeply of the powerful wines they brewed, for in the flickering light I could see the flush on his handsome face.
"And that, my good friend, won't be long!” cried the king. “See! They are already erecting the great bed upon which your mistress will pay her debt to the king. Wait till she tastes this!” he cried, carrying my hand down to his great prick. I took the hint and clasped it in my fingers, though I couldn't span it.
My presence evidently had its effect on the king, for his prick was as stiff as a board, and a thrill passed through me as I worked the loose skin up and down. Though it wasn't quite as long as the Russian warden's, I wondered how I was ever to take it all! I saw Ferry making frantic motions; wondering what he could mean. It was some little time before I comprehended. I noted, too, that the others were staring at me, as though they awaited something. I looked at Ferry again; this time I could hardly miss his signal! I felt the color come into my cheeks as I said, “And you, my king, are handsome, too, and I shall consider it a great honor, indeed, to share your bed this night, that I might possess this!” Bending down I kissed the great, heart-shaped head!
I wasn't at all sure that I hadn't done a dreadful thing, but I was reassured when the others applauded, convincing me that this had quite won me a place in their hearts.
A great bell boomed out its signal that the feast was ready and we scampered like a lot of unruly children toward the banquet board.
These people may have had a certain amount of savagery in their souls, but they knew how to entertain their guests. Great tables had been brought forth and erected in the clearing. The entire place was illuminated by the soaring flames of the great fires.
At the end of the first table, a place had been reserved for the king. I, as his “bride of the night,” held the seat of honor at his right, which was elevated so that everyone could see us. The seat we sat upon was covered with the choicest skins of silver foxes, and the white-tipped hairs tickled and caressed my naked bottom and back. Great platters of roast venison, boar, and lamb were set before us. Tankards of spiced wines and liquors sat within easy reach of everyone. Bread, biscuits and rolls, nuts, figs, and grapes were piled everywhere. There was lively music and voices as clear as silver bells echoed and reechoed through the forest, lending a seductive atmosphere to the scene.
Children-boys and girls alike-were scattered through the groups or were lifted to the tabletops where they assisted the others in the selection of foods. Indeed, one would have to witness the scene before he or she could get the full significance of it all.
Everyone was laughing, playing. Kisses were exchanged, hands groped everywhere. Ferry and his “bride of the night” sat on our left and they, as though to inspire the others to greater freedom, were indulging in the wildest revelry. I was beginning to fear the result of all this, but the king reassured me; the revelry, he said, was at its height. There was nothing else to do but copy their actions.
The singing voices broke into a sort of chant-weird, eerie, and lewd. The voices continued, each stanza more and more indelicate. Now the entire assemblage took it up: bodies swayed; feminine heads rested on masculine shoulders; men's hands toyed with and fondled naked breasts, their own now-erect pricks being stroked by their partners. I saw Ferry's partner raise her cherry red lips to his, saw their tongues mingle and twine about each other's, saw one of her hands capping and uncapping the ruby head of his prick!
"It's the mating song,” whispered the king, lifting my left thigh across his right, slipping his hand into my fully exposed crotch, and toying with my aching pussy! No longer afraid, I rested my head on his shoulder and gave him my lips, my left hand falling to his great, stiff prick!
Mad with an unknown lust, I drew my mouth away. “I love you!” I cried, redoubling the motion of my hand.
"You are ready?” he asked, his voice low and kindly. “Ready to make the sacrifice to Venus? See?” he continued, pointing toward a group who were placing a great skin-decked bedlike affair in the very center of the clearing. “They are preparing the altar upon which you are expected to receive me. You are ready?"
It was a strange situation, I tell you. I had attended many strange and weird affairs; I had seen scores of men and women in every conceivable position and pose, and I had taken part in many strange and erotic affairs. Why, then, should I be afraid? Why shouldn't I, unknown to them as I was, give myself in the same free manner which was being enacted all around me? I would never see them again; they knew not that I was a prima donna sought after by royalty, indulged and petted by the elite of all Europe, looked upon as a shining light in society. All they knew was that I was their guest, and that I was to sacrifice myself on the altar placed in the firelight that they might become more and more inspired to deeds of greater lust!
"Afraid?” I asked, gazing into his large, dark eyes. “Why should I be afraid? I love you. I love this,” I said, giving his prick another shake, “and I want it as I have never wanted anything in my life!"
It was the acknowledgment of complete surrender. I thrilled anew as this handsome giant lifted me and carried me through the waiting groups assembled now about the great bed.