Beneath The Sacred Cloak

"Zentharia astroria, calyptoria lunara! Zentharia astroria, calyptoria lunara!" he shouted in ecstasy. Then a series of rhythmic guttural syllables. I wrapped my legs around him. Still buried deep within me, he began to call out again, "Shanda raya mandola tarex yamanda!"

The guttural syllables echoed off the mountains as he filled me with his seed.

His rigid body relaxed, and I pushed him to my side. His body was limp, his face relaxed. I held him, and the throbbing discomfort between my legs faded.

He slowly opened his eyes. "Zara, my love."

The Moon, once obscured by the Earth's shadow, begins to emerge, casting a soft, silvery glow that bathes our naked bodies in an otherworldly light. The air feels crisp and refreshing against my skin, carrying a faint, mystical fragrance of pine needles and Earth, intensified by the lunar spell.

The silver beams danced around us, wrapping us in a cocoon of warmth and acceptance. I slide my hand over his luminous skin, bathed in the soft Moonlight. My fingers weaved through the silvery curls around his hard nipples. I trailed my fingers down his body to the thick nest that surrounded his cock. As I watched, it became engorged with blood again, still streaked with the blood of my virginity. I gently scooped the two fat orbs into my hand and looked at him when he groaned. I continued my exploration of his body. His muscular thighs and sturdy legs. His broad muscled shoulders and hard biceps.

Under the Moon's captivating glow, every gesture, every touch of his body sent a current through my body. The Moon bore witness to this profound encounter, the union of our bodies, illuminating the path for our hearts to intertwine forever.

As I looked into his eyes, I saw a reflection of my own soul, and in that instant, We connected in ways beyond words. An unspoken bond that felt as ancient as the stars above. It was a meeting of two souls.

Under the Moon's tender touch, my skin tingles with a gentle warmth, as if the silvery beams possess a soothing caress that resonates deep within. The Moonlight on our naked bodies creates a delicate radiance, an ethereal luminescence that glimmers faintly in the darkness. I feel connected to the very essence of this celestial spectacle, my heart swelling with wonder and a mix of emotions.

The mountain is alive with shadows and highlights as the Moonlight weaves its magic across the landscape. The surroundings seem to hold their breath in awe of this celestial dance, and the silence is palpable, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves and the distant echoes of nocturnal creatures.

In this moment of heightened awareness, reality and dream blend, and my soul feels deeply connected to the universe. I am touched by the profound and transformative experience of witnessing the aftermath of the lunar eclipse. Beauty, mystery, and a sense of the extraordinary in the ordinary infuse the air, leaving me in awe of the magic that surrounds us in the quiet of the night.

The Moon had become a silent witness to our union, a celestial witness to the love born under its watchful gaze. It had become a sacred chapter in our story, marking the beginning of a journey that would forever change our lives.

"Where did Orla go?" I asked, noticing she was gone when we arrived at the house. Her belongings were gone.

"Her desire was to move to the women's retreat." The women's retreat was where most women with no partners lived. They could have their own house or live in the retreat.

I observed him hang his cloak in the wardrobe. "Orla was quite upset the last time you had the elation."

"Yes, the ecstasy was upsetting to her, and I believe once she discovered you would be the Shield of the Sacred, she felt she could safely leave me to your care." He turned to me. "Orla was indifferent to you when you were young. She was indifferent to me. I finally realized that it was the way she was."

I walked into her bedroom. Magnus followed me and said, "You'll not sleep here. You will be with me now." I nodded, aroused at the thought of his big body next to mine every night. "Since Coral got you the pills, you won't become pregnant, so the flock won't suspect anything between us."

I was relieved. I wasn't sure how his followers would take it if they knew Magnus and I had an intimate relationship. He had other daughters and sons in the sect, but he cared for them and never showed any favoritism until me. I felt no need to flaunt it because I loved my brothers and sisters.

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UNION OF THE SOULS

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Late the next night, I heard the chanting and looked out the window to the blazing bonfire—July and August were the most fertile months in the sect. Summer was a time for joy and cleansing.

The Unity of Hearts ritual by all couples was private, with no children or other sect members participating. The bonfire activities were obscured from view from all but Magnus's house.

After he had taken me to the heavens last night and filled me with his seed, I asked Magnus if he would approve of Coral or me. He gave some thought before telling me of the ways of Tiberius. Rituals with sexuality, to some extent, were regular. Only after Magnus became an adult was he made aware of the secret practices amongst the followers. Since he knew, they still went on under Tiberius's doctrine. "I am fine with that continuing and wouldn't think to put a stop to them," he said.

I looked out the window, wondering if this was one of the secret rituals.

The Shadowed One stepped forward carrying the torch. As he touched the flame to tinder, the bonfire crackled to life, flicking shadows dancing around the circle of onlookers.

They disrobed and slowly began moving clockwise around the growing blaze, bare feet shuffling through the grass still wet with evening dew. The chant started low, ancient words swelling as the fire's energy intensified.

The scent of burning wood and the warmth of the fire permeate the air, enveloping the gathered members of the sect in a comforting embrace. Cloaked only in the flickering golden glow of the bonfire, they moved faster in a rhythmic dance around its circumference. Bodies touching, they swayed and twirled, their movements synchronized with the hypnotic beat of drums and the enchanting melody of chanted hymns.

They begin to dance with each other, bodies intertwined. Some stopped and joined together, starting the beat again. Others twirled into a different partner. Their illuminated faces revealed expressions of arousal and lust.

Those that were joined chanted and kept the rhythm with the pounding drums that became louder and swept me into the tempo. I tossed my dress and stood at the darkened window, watching the resonant drums pulling at my sex.

The bonfire's light becomes more than just a physical glow; it takes on a more profound significance as a beacon of sexual renewal and intimacy. The crackling embers represent the purifying power of fire, burning away past darkness and illuminating the path toward a brighter future.

I watched strangers become connected and partners share with others.

Hands raised to the sky, the chant becomes louder as naked bodies drop to the ground and join together. Voices rise as they fly to the heavens with each other.

Under the vast night sky, the bonfire's brilliance continues to illuminate the clearing, the writhing bodies.

"I find my daughter naked and sexually intoxicated from watching," he said, walking up behind me. I leaned into him, and he kissed my neck while he removed his clothing.

I moaned when he reached around and kneaded my breasts. His stiff cock pressed into me from behind, and I spread my legs. He removed the pin from my hair, and it cascaded around us.

"Father, please," I begged, bending over my cheek against the cool glass.

He easily slid into me, and I arched my back to take him deep while he pinched my nipples until I cried out in pleasure. The bonfire reflected on the glass, the bodies locked together on the ground, just as their leader of The Church of the Divine Light was planted deeply inside his daughter, the Shield of the Sacred.

"Oh, Zara, you were made for me." He slid his hand down my belly and between my legs. His fingers were magic, and I cried out a shuddering release.

Still impaled on his stiff shaft, he picked me up and placed me on my hands and knees on the bed. He held my hips and began to thrust into me to the pounding of the drumbeats. His balls slapped against me, causing me to shout out my release. He groaned, increasing his speed as the drum also increased.

My breasts swayed and jerked the harder he pounded into me. He wrapped my hair around his fist and suddenly growled from deep in his body, a series of window-vibrating grunts each time his cock throbbed, spilling its seed into me.

I lay in his arms on the bed, stroking his long hair that fell over his shoulder.

"I'm surprised I never heard you like that before," I smiled.

"Before? Oh, with Orla?" I nodded. "No one has ever pleasured me like you do, Zara."

"Coral?"

He smiled. "No, my love. Just you. You bring out the wild beast within me. You are the fuel to my fire." He hugged me closer, tucking his leg between mine. "You ignite a fierce passion in me that I never realized, didn't know I was lacking until you."

We kissed passionately, and Magnus brought me to another earth-shattering release.

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PURIFICATION RITUAL

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Members gather at dawn and bathe in the river as the sun rises, cleansing mind/body to ​give thanks to the bounties of the summer.

​The adults in the compound gather at the edge of Tiberius Springs for the Purification Ritual to commence before dawn and be immersed while the sun rises on us. We remove our clothing and wait for Magnus. His massive body is thick and muscular, and silver and black curls glint on his broad chest. Long hair falls across his shoulders. Thickly veined cock at rest, hanging heavy in front of his two plump balls. Although I see and touch him like this, I will never get over his impressive sight. A glance at the women tells me they feel the same.

​Magnus, my Father, the leader of the Church of the Divine Light and the Order of Shadows ​, st​r​ides to​ the edge of Tiberius Spring. His commanding presence ​has their attention. With his arms raised towards the heavens, his voice resonates with unwavering conviction, and he speaks words that stir the hearts of those who have gathered to hear him:

"Beloved ​f​followers of the​ Divine Light, I stand before you today, a vessel of both illumination and shadows, to remind you of our sacred purpose. We are the seekers of balance, the custodians of cosmic harmony.​ Light and shadow."

"In the radiant embrace of the​ Divine Light,​ we are beacons of love and bearers of healing, spreading warmth and understanding​ to each other."

"Yet, let us not forget the profound truth that within the embrace of the shadows lies profound knowledge and the secrets of self-discovery. The Shadows Veil's Embrace teaches us to acknowledge our inner darkness, for it is only by embracing our shadows that we achieve true enlightenment."

"As we raise our arms to touch the heavens, we bridge the gap between the realms of light and shadow, unifying them in divine harmony. Our journey is ​but a simple one. To coexist, spread joy, and love each other."

"We shall be warriors of love and emissaries of truth. Through our shared dedication, we shall bring light to the darkest ​of our corners, and in the shadows, we shall find the brilliance of hidden knowledge.'

"Let the Divine Light guide our steps and the Shadows Veil's Embrace embolden our hearts. As we forge ahead, hand in hand, we shall be thankful for the bounty of this summer."

"In the name of the Divine Light, let us embark on this sacred journey together, for we unite as one."

We waded in the cool spring water and submerged, watching the sun rise over the mountain.

As I climbed up the bank from the water, a fellow young follower lent me a hand.

"Thank you," I smiled.

He was a young man, older than me though. Darkly tanned from the waist, he indicated he was a field worker. They toiled daily in our crops and fields of wheat and corn. They tended to stay to themselves because of their long working hours. They were our most important volunteers.

Brilliant white teeth, a broad smile, and a thick shock of blonde hair created a pretty handsome man. While we stood dripping water, he said, "Zara, right?"

"I am, yes," I smiled back.

"You're the Shield of the Sacred."

"Right again," I laughed.

"Well, you have a significant job caring for our Magnus."

"Yes, it is. He is a good leader to us," I agreed.

He nodded. "Nice to have met you," he said, walking off.

He somehow sensed I was off limits. Since we were unclothed, we felt more open with each other. There are many girls here the marrying age, so he has much to choose from.

I walked in the door to the house, closing it behind me. As soon as I turned, Magnus's body pinned me against the wood.

"Oh, you startled me," I squeaked.

His face was close to mine. "I saw that boy out there talking to you." He pinned me between his body and the door, his cock throbbing.

"You did, yes. One of our field workers," I said innocently. "Are you jealous?"

He rocked into me. "I was. Now I'm aroused beyond belief."

"Mmm," I said, his words going straight between my legs.

He rucked my dress up to my waist and kneed my legs apart. The look in his eyes was pure wild lust. He grabbed my legs, pulled them around him, and drove into me.

I grunted the first thrust. I grabbed his shoulders, hanging on, my nails digging into his bare skin. He growled with each hard deep thrust. My breasts mashed between us, my nipples aching. I kissed him, deeply and passionately. Open-mouth animalistic kisses eat at each other's mouths.

He pulled away, grunted hard, and pushed in for his final release taking me with him. My legs were locked around him, keeping him inside me.

Magnus walked me to the bed that way, lowering me to my back and coming down over me.

His chest heaved, and he gasped, "Did I hurt you, love?"

I shook my head, still panting. I still hadn't let him go, locking him until he would no longer stay in.

"Magnus," I went to my side when he rolled off me. "I love you."

"I love you too, Zara. More than I ever thought I could love anyone. I WANTED TO KILL HIM when I saw him touch you this morning."

"No," I said, stroking his lengthening beard. "I'm yours. I always will be."

He gathered me against him, and we slept.

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MYSTIQUE CABARET

THE SUMMER OF MY REBIRTH

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It was late July, and it had been over a month since we went to Coral. One morning after breakfast, I brought it up.

"Have you seen Coral?"

"No, never, not without you."

"I didn't know."

"Now you do." He smiled. "I suppose you'd like to see her?" I nodded, smiling. "Should I be jealous?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I shrugged. "I think Coral will agree. She likes you, love."

"I like her too. A lot. I want to dance too."

He thought for a while before answering. "I can't say I won't be jealous, but you can. I know it's important to you and you like it. I see no reason to stop just because we—"

"Fuck?"

He looked as shocked as I expected him to. "You must have learned that from Coral?" I giggled. "Oh my, that woman is corrupting my daughter." He laughed. "Okay, we will plan a visit to Coral at the Mystique Cabaret."

We fucked every day, sometimes twice, since Orla left. Since I became the Shield of the Sacred. His ecstasies weren't coming as often, and I didn't know if it was good or not.

On the drive to see Coral, he asked, "Are you all right with Coral and I now?"

"I don't see a problem," I said, thinking about it. "I don't want you fucking her." He let out a loud laugh in the car. "But I do like to watch you with her otherwise. You know, kissing and stuff."

"I still can't get used to that coming out of your mouth, but I have to say I like it. A lot." I leaned over and slid my hand up his thigh, squeezing the growing bulge. "Mmm, you'll have me fired up before we get there. Anyhow, no, I have no intention of fucking Coral anymore, love."

His silver-black hair was tied back at the nape of his neck, and his beard filled in. He wore a black leather jacket and his usual black pants. He was breathtakingly handsome, and I was the tiniest bit worried that Coral would see the change in him and like it.

She met us at the back door, kissing Magnus quickly before sending him to the front. She took my hand and pulled me to the dressing room.

"I've missed you a lot, Zara," she said, hugging me tightly. I returned the hug. I loved feeling her softness against mine. She set me away from her, holding my upper arms. "I have to ask you something. Are you happy with the sect? I mean, do you want to stay willingly?"

I looked at her for a moment piecing all that together, then smiled. "I appreciate your caring for me, but yes, I'm very, very happy there. Happier than I've been. Magnus and I live together now, and I can look forward to these visits with you and having some time in your world."

She looked relieved. "Okay, baby, we're going to get you made up and ready to hit the stage, and I know just what you're going to wear. You'll kill 'em tonight!"

I was a little more nervous as I waited in the darkness at the back of the stage, watching one of the girls dance. Coral would follow me tonight, whereas last time, she was first. But I knew I could do it.

She came out just as my cue came up. We both nodded, and I stepped into the lights. A roar came up from the crowd, and I did a long-legged stride down the runway. I put my hands on my cocked hips and shimmied, getting the tassels hanging from the black sequined pasties twirling.

"Oh yeah, babyyyyyyyyyyyy"

"I just wanna eat you up, honey!"

"Shake those titties for us, baby!"

All the cheering, shouting, and whooping only fueled me even more. I walked the edge of the runway, so one side saw the black g string side, and the other my swaying and swinging bare breasts as I leaned over and palm slapped each one. My hair trailed over my shoulder as I kissed my red lips.

I grabbed the pole, lifted my leg high, and swung into a split. They went nuts shouting and clapping.

"Nice bush, baby!"

"Oh yeah, don't ever shave that!"

"I wanna bury my face in that sweetheart!"

I lowered myself into a split on the floor, sat with my legs in a wide V, swung around, and did the same to the other side of the runway. The music thundered, and I sat back on my heels, my legs spread, rocking my hips up and down. The response was deafening, and I was in heaven.

I crawled down the runway, swaying my breasts below me, the shiny tassels catching the flashing-colored lights. Money littered the runway as I crawled, catching the eye of every man that sat there as I went by. I heard the cue that my song was ending, and I rolled to my feet, giving another spin on the pole.

I backed down the runway, shimmying my breasts as more money showered the runway.

"Fucking A, girl," Coral hissed as I passed her. "You're going to be a star!" Her music cue started, and she was gone.

I went out to find Magnus and was stopped by almost every man I passed. They wanted to tuck the bills in my g-string and talk for a moment.

I jumped in his arms when I saw him. "How'd I do?" I asked, giddy with excitement.

"Like I wanna fuck you right here right now. You got every cock hard in the place, Zara." I loved his words when we were away.

The bouncer came with a wad of bills for me. "You'd be a millionaire if you'd do this every night," he chuckled, shaking his head.