Divine Carnality Pt. 01 - Passion

Caravan of the Divine Carnality - 1 - Passion

"Divine Carnality, hear my lustful plea; taste my supplication; elevate me to the pleasures of Elai."

He said the words with solemnity and reverence — yet with a subtle trembling in his voice. Devora's crimson lips curled into a smile as she sensed the supplicant's barely concealed anticipation, kindling a warmth within her. The Rites of Supplication could be overwhelming to the uninitiated.

"Elai hear you; speak before Passion's Incarnate," she answered, her part of the ceremonial greeting.

The man hesitated, fidgeting, for a moment, with a golden bangle on his wrist. Behind the embroidered silk mask he wore, his eyes darted around the room, as if afraid to linger on her reclining form.

"Take your time, dear supplicant; there's no need to hurry," Devora assured, her voice soft, rich.

The comfort and confidence of the supplicant was important — any impatience on her part could keep him from fully opening himself to the Rite. Though the heat within her had begun its ascent with the words of the ceremonial greeting, there was no need to sate it immediately. Idly playing with the sheer red silks of her gown, draped over her supple thighs, was enough to keep her distracted from the growing need.

At length, he spoke.

"I am Vinari, blessed Incarnate, a clerk serving under Magister Laz'alia," he explained. "I have come seeking Elai's boon of passion." He hesitated again, but when he continued it was as though the floodgate had lifted, and his words came tumbling out at a frantic pace. "My partners, you see, they are both so full of passion, energy, and, well, I'm not. Not anymore, I guess. They both insist it's not a problem, that they experience no less pleasure with me than they once did — but I don't know about that. I wish to be able to keep up with them when their passions run wild. . . but I'm weary from the intensity of the work I do under Laz'alia, given her new appointment in the Reliquarian's Summit. But a boon of passion, yes, that would do it, wouldn't it? I just, I need something, and —"

As Vinari stopped to catch his breath, Devora took the opportunity to rise up from where she had been lounging on sumptuous satin cushions, the myriad silver chains of her jewelry making a light tinkling sound, and gave the nervous clerk a warm smile. As she approached him, he was back to nervous stammering.

"I, uh, I seek..."

Drawing close to him, Devora gently placed a finger on Vinari's painted lips, and for the first time since he had entered the chambers of her wagon, he looked her in the eyes. The nervousness that had been so apparent in his features, even beneath the eye mask he wore, washed away as her touch put him at ease.

For a long moment, they stood silent, eyes locked. Her eyes held him, enthralled, golden lamplight dancing across the patterns of her irises. She slowly lowered her finger from his lips, tracing a line down his chin, his neck, to the bared olive skin of his chest, between the green and white silks of his open vest. She placed her hand flat over his heart, feeling its strong beat, and the little flame within her flickered into an insistent heat.

Wetting her lips, she spoke, her voice as velvet. "Vinari, dear supplicant, I hear your plea, and it is surely deserving of Elai's boon." She smiled, raising her other hand to his chest, and running both along his skin. "With my body, I will take you to Elai, and you will receive that which you seek."

She cupped his face in her hands. "Will you journey with me, precious Vinari, to Divine Carnality?" Vinari nodded. "Then let us invoke the Rite, together."

Vinari nodded again, and as one the two of them spoke —

"Divine Carnality, embrace our flesh; rouse us to sensual worship; let Passion's Red Fire ignite the pleasures of Elai."

As they finished the invocation in unison, Vinari gasped as he felt Devora's inner-flame send a burst of heat through her hands — kindling a small flame within him. Devora smiled again, hazel eyes sparkling. Her hands moved across his skin, slowly, spreading warmth throughout his body.

"Now, my dear Vinari, speak your heart to me. Your motivation for attaining this boon is to please your partners? To keep up with their own passion?"

"Yes, blessed Incarnate, they are so full of life and lust — I feel as though they are insatiable." Vinari was noticeably less frantic, as he spoke these words, soothed by her touch, and by the flames it stoked. "I still enjoy pleasures shared with them, of course, though not nearly so vigorous as once before."

"There is no fault in more gentle, relaxed love." Devora stepped around him with sensual grace, as she spoke, her hands still roaming his chest, his side, his back, beneath the vest. "Tell me of your partners, and of the pleasures you indulge in."

Vinari closed his eyes and sighed, savoring the seductive touch. "Carmine and Lydia. They are both breathtaking — brilliant, beautiful, truly they are gifts of Elai." Devora slipped off Vinari's vest, and pressed her lips to the soft skin of his back.

"Carmine can be so gentle, and so giving. When I am weary, she will take me in her arms, lay me down, my head resting on her thighs — she'll stroke my hair, my arms, my skin. She'll caress my face while Lydia takes my sex between their lips, rousing a full erection after even the most tiring of days."The fire was growing between them, urging Devora's hands to move with more aggression, rubbing his back and chest, taking his nipples in hand and rolling them. Vinari's body reacted, in subtle ways, to reveal just how much he was enjoying her attentions.

The supplicant continued, "When we make love, it is with slow, intimate motions. My thrusts are steady, and deep, and I Iove nothing more than cumming within either one of them." Devora ran her fingers along his arms, pausing for a moment to trace along a golden cuff that entwined his upper arm, set with white jewels. "The other night, Carmine rode me until I filled her with my cum, whilst Lydia straddled my face, their pussy planted on my mouth — muffling my cries of ecstasy." Vinari's voice was rich with emotion. "It was a truly beautiful experience, as are so many that we share."

The fire within Devora burned bright, and her hands made their way down below his waist. She caressed the skin of his upper thighs, exposed by the high slits on both sides of his skirt, then slipped beneath the silken fabric, to close around his full cock.

"Truly a beautiful love you share with them," Devora said, her words dripping with arousal. Her soft hands stroked his length, hot to the touch. She pressed her body against his back, urging him forward, "Yet you desire more. Tell me, sweet, devoted supplicant, what more you desire."

Vinari moaned, crimson lips parted, his olive skin deepening with a flush. "When I have finished, and the weariness returns, Lydia and Carmine will keep going. Lydia has always been insatiable, and well, Carmine is a Satyr, so of course her pheromones are fully active by the time I've come."

Devora sighed in understanding, a shiver of excitement running through her as she thought of the heady pheromones of the Satyr. With her free hand, she undid the clasp on Vinari's skirt, letting it fall to the ground.

"I'll watch them, as they play together — with voracity, Carmine will grind her mound on Lydia's thigh, while they suckle her breasts with voracity. Their tongues will dance with abandon in sultry kisses, and plunging into the velvet folds of their pussies. Their moans ring through the house, and beyond, carried on the warm ocean breeze. Carmine will often wear the artificer's cock, and fuck Lydia from behind, both of them moaning, and grunting, and growling." Vinari was breathing heavily now, Devora stroking him vigorously with one hand, while the other fondled his smooth balls. "Elai's blessing, I would drift to sleep under the sounds of the feral passion!"

The fires within Devora were raging, now, and she knew Vinari was close. She leaned in and whispered into his ear as she continued to stroke with expert skill,

"You will join in their feral passion, Vinari; Elai wills it."

"Yes!" he cried, writhing his body in pleasure against hers, his erection throbbing. "I will rise to their passion, and join them in the wild throes of primal lust! I'll grab Carmine by the horns and fuck her senseless! I'll eat Lydia's pussy with a hunger they have not yet seen, until I am drenched in their pleasure! I will ride Lydia's artificer's cock, and shout praises to Elai as I cum! Oh! Divine Carnality! Yes!"

Vinari climaxed, his engorged organ pulsing in Devora's hands. The Rite of Supplication was fulfilled, and Devora opened Alazia's Rift, channeling the inner fire through her hands, into his cock. His cum erupted in long, white spurts, spraying across the satin pillows and silken rugs that adorned her chambers. His body was wracked by pleasure, undulating in her embrace, his golden bangles and earrings jangling, as he made his offering to Elai. Devora met his shouts of ecstacy with her own, the sensation of her powers coursing through her body as an orgasm from the divine.

They slumped, together, to the floor, the intensity of the ritual climax fading at last. Devora cradled him in her arms, resting his head against her breasts, as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm. She stroked his hair, long and black, like her own, and planted gentle kisses upon his face, and lips. He looked up at her, his clear blue eyes practically shining behind his green silk mask. Vinari opened his mouth, as if to speak, but only sighed, contentedly, and nestled deeper into her embrace.

Devora loved this part — the moments of gentle bliss that followed the Rite of Supplication. The fires within had cooled, leaving an airy euphoria. Holding the supplicant in her arms, bonding without words or actions.

But there was more still to do.

Vinari had come to her seeking a Boon of Passion, and she had yet to give it. The Rite of Supplication was just the precursor, to an experience even more sublime.

After several minutes in blissful reverie, Devora helped Vinari to sit upright, cross legged. She moved over to where his cum had sprayed, reaching out with one finger. It was still warm, hot even. A consequence of her magic. She set about scooping it up with her fingers it, and placing it in a silver chalice, set with red gemstones and decorated with a black lacquered pattern.

Vinari's eyes widened as he saw how much had filled the chalice, though Devora was well accustomed to the copious volumes that supplicants gave.

Placing the chalice between Vinari and herself, Devora sat upright, her hands resting on her knees.

"Are you prepared to receive the Boon of Passion, Vinari?"

He nodded, resolute. "Yes, blessed Incarnate."

Devora smiled, then spoke the final words of the ceremony.

"Divine Carnality, Passion's Boon be upon this lustful supplicant — flood their flesh with Passion's Red Fire — ascend into the Pleasures of Elai."

The fire within her roared back to life, and she once again opened Alazia's Rift.

With grace and elegance, Devora's arms moved, flowing in a sacred dance. The motions fanned the flames within her, and in turn she let those flames carry her as she rose to her feet and twirled with a fluid motion. The sheer fabric of her gown flowed around her, long ribbons of red silk trailing behind her movements, and the silver jewelry that adorned her glimmered in the lamp-light. Her rich black hair tossed to and fro with her sensual rhythm. She channeled Alazia's Rift with her every movement, fusing the sensual motions with arcane power.

Vinari watched, captivated, as that magic took shape, and Devora's gown was woven into ribbons of fire, not silk.

The flames swirled around her body, like blazing serpents enthralled by her dance. Inch by inch, her gown was consumed by the magic of Alazia's Rift, transmuted from the finest silk into streamers of Passion's Red Fire. Before long, her gown was wholly consumed, her exquisite form laid bare as she danced, save for the silver chains, bangles, and rings that adorned her. The fire coalesced around her, slithering along her arms and legs as she moved, before swirling back out into the air around her. The heat of the flames did not burn, but sent pleasure coursing through her body. As her captivating dance reached its crescendo, the myriad ribbons of fire were woven together, and then plunged into the chalice, consuming the offering of Vinari's seed.

What remained was a shimmering ruby liquid, a nectar born of Alazia's Rift, and the sacred powers of Elai.

The Boon of Passion.

The flames were gone, the lavish chambers quiet, yet the air was alive with power, the lingering presence of Alazia's Rift. Devora gracefully fell to her knees before Vinari, her eyes capturing his once again.

"Your boon, precious supplicant." She lifted the chalice with both hands, raising it up to him. "Taste of this ambrosia, and receive Passion's Red Fire."

Vinari raised his hands slowly — not from fear or uncertainty, but out of reverence — and took hold of the chalice. He brought the sacred vessel to his painted lips, and drank. The nectar filled his senses, and his eyes lit up at the overwhelming experience. When he finally pulled the chalice away from his lips, it was more than half empty. He looked at Devora, and grinned — almost a drunken smile.

With one finger, Devora wiped up a small amount of the nectar that was dripping down his chin, and brought it back into his mouth. He sucked her finger clean, his eyes intensely locked with hers.

Devora took the chalice from his hands, and drank down what remained, moaning in pleasure at the flood of sensations that the heady concoction brought. The room around her began to blur under a golden red haze, while the warm body of the supplicant was brought into sharp focus.

Passion's Red Fire burned within them both.

She rose, keeping Vinari's gaze, and stepped back towards the luxurious bed behind her, stacked high with satin pillows. She laid back onto the bed, sighing at the exquisite touch of the sumptuous cushions, and spread her legs.

Vinari needed no further encouragement.

He was atop her in an instant, his naked body pressed against hers, his lips on her neck, kissing, sucking, nipping with his teeth. She wove her fingers through his long black hair, gasping in pleasure. He licked along her jawline, barely holding back a growl, and then their lips were locked in a passionate wet kiss, tongues entwined. Before the kiss was broken, the head of his hard member had found the dripping wet folds of her labia, and with a primal grunt he was inside of her.

His cock, long and hard despite his recent orgasm, filled her sex with heat — intense heat — that fueled her burning passions. In a few swift thrusts, he had bottomed out within her, gliding effortlessly with the juices of her arousal. He did not slow down, pulling nearly all the way out, and thrusting all the way back in, at an intense pace. Sensation coursed through her, and she had no doubt that he, too, was soaring at new heights amidst the pleasures of Elai. Every thrust fanned the flames that burned within, driving their passion and hunger for carnal satisfaction.

Vinari was upright, now, his back arched, head thrown back, as he fucked her with an unceasing vigor. Devora raked her nails along his chest, grabbed and pinched and twisted his nipples, pulled his fingers into her mouth to suck and lick, all the while bucking her hips against his, urging each thrust to be as deep as possible.

With a strength she would not have expected of his slight frame, Vinari lifted Devora up, still embedded deep within her sex, and pressed her body against the tapestry-lined wall of her chamber. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and pulled his face down to suckle her full breasts while he fucked her in that position.

Devora reached up with both arms to grab hold of the black-lacquered woodwork above her, using it to assist as Vinari lifted her up off of his length, and brought her legs up over his shoulders, planting his lips on her sensitive folds, where he sucked and licked and kissed with a lustful voracity that threatened to send Devora's mind spiraling into an oblivion of ecstasy. Her hips undulating against his face, his tongue delved deep into her core, drinking of her pleasure, and causing her to cry out in delight.

He brought her back to the soft cushions of her bed, laying her face-down. With one hand in her thick black hair, the other on her hips, he thrust back into her, gliding in effortlessly with her pussy so drenched by the combination of her pleasure and his oral attentions. Pressing her face up against silk pillows, he slammed back into her, fucking at a frenzied pace. She moaned and cried in lascivious bliss with every thrust, as did he. From this position, the head of his cock rubbed against her in just the right way, and pressure was building within her, waiting to be released. He slapped her ass as he fucked her, and she bit down on the pillows, eyes rolling back from the pleasure. Her body was shaking, sensation rippling outward from her sex, as though the fires washed over her skin again and again. She grabbed her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, finding her nipples and twisting them, amplifying the sensations that rocked her body.

She could feel it, growing like the fires within them — his cock throbbed against the walls of her vagina, his full balls slapping her clit with each thrust. She clenched her pussy, he pulled tighter on her hair, raked his fingers along her back. The song of their passion resonated through the opulent chamber, a lewd chorus of primal cries and the wet sounds of their sex.

A chorus that reached a crescendo, orgasm taking both of them.

Vinari spasmed within her, and as the thick, hot ropes of cum poured in, she reached her own climax, velvet muscles clenching tight around the throbbing cock. A deluge of wetness poured out, spraying out around his shaft, which continued to pump his seed into her. Together, they screamed out a prayer of bliss to Elai, bodies writhing in the ecstasy of Divine Carnality.

Collapsing on the plush satin pillows of her bed, the two of them lay side by side, panting, a sheen of sweat cooling the intense heat that had flowed through their bodies. Devora rolled over, facing Vinari, and brushed a long strand of his hair away from his face; she gently stroked his jawline, looking into his eyes.

"Passion's Red Fire is yours, precious supplicant," she said with a warm voice. "Your Boon of Passion will stay with you, and can be called upon with an offering of flame."

Vinari sighed with pleasure, and nodded in understanding.

"Share your new passion with Lydia and Carmine, Vinari — ascend with your lovers to the pleasure of Elai."

"I will, blessed Incarnate," he assured, a solemn reverence to his tone. "I cannot thank you enough for this boon."

Devora replied only with a smile, and delicate kiss upon his soft lips.

When Vinari had dressed and taken his leave, Devora's acolytes entered her chambers, to clean up their mess and tidy the room. With a weaving of her arms, and a brief opening of Alazia's Rift, her voluptuous form was once again draped in elegant red silks, her opulent silver jewelry immaculately placed, and a hot surge of pleasure washed over her once again — pleasure that always accompanied the use of her magics.

She reclined on the lavish furnishings of her chambers, ran a hand gently down her body, pressed the silk of her gown against her sex, and let out a contented moan. An acolyte brought her a glass of wine and plate of succulent fruit and cheeses; a refreshment before the next supplicant.

There would be several more supplicants before the night was through, as there would be the next night, and on the subsequent sixteen nights, before the Caravan moved on. Each encounter with a supplicant would be further indulgence in unbridled passion.