The Tribe of Lithia and Its People (Blood Red Roan x GoldenGateSon)

Finally, Valeer’s big day had come. He finally was getting to fully become a man. Woken up early to get prepared, the young boy had spent the morning being bathed and oiled by some of his father's wives, including his mother of course. As the patriarch, Valus had many wives. Some of them were young, his own daughters, others were more mature, females from other families whom he had claimed, or even his own sisters, cousins, and aunts. There were many of them, and all were helping Valeer get ready. The preparation was an enjoyable process with all those gentle, feminine hands running all over his naked body. Everyone was smiling and joyous in their actions, since today was a momentous occasion. Valeer was the sole son of his father and would one day become the patriarch of his family. As they bathed him, there were many reassuring kisses bestowed upon him, many nipples that entered his mouth to feed him milk, and many hands to caress and stroke him. Gentle hands washed his thick mane of jet black hair, long and swept back in a beautiful flowing pattern.

Once the teen had been bathed, the large group of women proceeded to rub the boy’s body with fragrant oils and mark Valeer’s body with a few ceremonial paints and pieces of adornments. Once more, the careful hands of his father’s most experienced and mature wives glided over his fair, almost alabaster skin that covered his toned and fit body. He was still young, and as such, he did not have the imposing, muscular physique that many of the older men had, but he was well on his way. There was little fat on his young body, and as he continued in his training as a hunter and a warrior, his body would reach its full potential in no time. The wives made sure to oil his virgin cock as well, uncut and erect from the stimulation that the preparations had provided him. As with his body, Valeer’s manhood was quite impressive, yet still had room to grow. It was an impressive eight inches long and another six inches in circumference, quite large for his age. Of course, it was framed by a full but neatly kept bush of thick, dark hair, like his father and his mother.

Once preparations were finally completed, the large group of women led Valeer out of the main hut of their family circle where the preparations took place. Once outside, the family gathered, including not only his father’s wives, but his siblings and half siblings as well, and of course his father and mother. With everyone assembled, the group made their way toward the temple at the center of the tribe together. From the attention that he had received from the women, the excited 15 year old boy was already rather stiff as he walked in the middle of the group with his cock bobbing and bouncing with each step he took and his eyes glued to the bouncing and jiggling asses that surrounded him and the tattoos just above them that marked these women as his father’s, and one day, his own as well.

Once the small parade had arrived at the foot of the steps of the temple, Valeer hugged and kissed his family before taking off up the steps to realize his destiny and become a man. The temple was rather large, and to prevent himself from sweating off all the fragrant oils that covered him, especially so soon, he took his time ascending the many steps. After some time of walking, he finally reached the level of the temple where the priests and priestesses in service to the Goddess of Fertility and the Goddess of the Harvest were housed. The family had made arrangements beforehand for his ceremony to take place there, and as he entered the large central chamber on this floor of the temple, he waited for one of the priestesses to come and retrieve him to begin the ceremonies.

Incense burned in the air and the crackle of ceremonial fires filled the air. For the young man, the temple of the Goddess of Fertility was one of the easiest to reach as it held a somewhat honorary spot on one half of the first floor of the temple. After all, what was a tribe's foundation if not the health of it's off-spring? The chamber smelled of lilac and honey, with the floor made of smooth marble that glided under-foot. Around the chamber were of course the very people that those who visited it came for: the temple whores. Women who had given themselves to the temple, some having given up the families they had come from, to act as altars of worship for those who had come to pray to their goddess. In the center was a large fountain, the Goddess herself depicted in gold, with legs spread, and hands resting upon a swollen belly while water from four separate points on the fountain's round based washed over that same belly. The woman who were about were, of course, so close to the center of attention in equal parts for their physical beauty as for their sexual prowess and religious devotion. Many of them were adorned in jewelry, with bracelets and neck-chokers made of gold or silver and with precious gems donated to the temple adorning them. The temple had already known to prepare for the young man's Deflowering Ceremony and had wasted no expense. Such a thing was a momentous occasion as another boy of their tribe sought to step into manhood - a path that would some day hopefully lead him to many wives and children.

With others around them seeming to place themselves in such a way as to draw attention towards somewhere else, it became clear that the center of the young man's focus would have best been spent on the two temple whores who sat at the center of the entire chamber, near the fountain. The elder of the two was known by sight alone to any men who commonly frequented the Fertility Goddess's temple. Nivea was a tall and fully figured woman, with skin the color of rich chocolate, and deep black hair that came down in curling locks past her shoulders. An icon of her chosen Goddess adorned the small of her back in eye-catching snow-white ink, with a flowered and decorate pattern around it that included five bands which started from the bottom atop healthy child-bearing hips and ran over her smoothly toned stomach - signs of children she had given birth to for the tribe. Bountiful breasts were pressed against the younger woman with her, who was kneading and pawing at them slowly as the two locked lips. For a long moment, pale green eyes were closed, and while one hand rested on the small of the younger woman's back, the other was buried between the younger woman's legs with long and dexterous fingers exploring the wet folds of her cunt.

Reva was Nivea's eldest daughter at eighteen years old. She too had committed herself to the temple, though the icon partially hidden now under her mother's hand was that of the Goddess of the Harvest. She sat in her mother's lap at that moment with one of her own hands running through hair as black as her mother's, always stopping at the golden band that was in place just above an intricate weave descending all the way down to the middle of her back. Her skin was lighter, clear signs of her birth-father's influence, but it was there in her face and in healthy hips that seemed to beg for a strong hand to grab at them that she was her mother's daughter. Her other hand squeezed and kneaded the flesh of her mother's breasts pressing tightly against her own and the skin of both women glistened in the light of the fires from the ceremonial oils that they'd bathed in before this moment. When a silence came over the chamber that came with Valeer's arrival, the two realized he had arrived, and with a plaintive whimper from Reva their lips parted and her mother's hand drew from between her legs. Nivea grabbed her daughter's ample hips and shifted her from her lap to rest beside her for a moment on the bench before dipping her fingers in the water of the fountain behind her to cleanse them.

Nivea rose to stand, arms extended out in a welcoming gesture. Her arms, legs, and stomach were decorated with ceremonial paints of bright and eye-catching colors - meant to draw eyes across the curves of her form and to the groomed and trimmed patch of hair between her legs and the folds of her womanhood just below that. A smile came to her lips as her eyes took in the form of the young man in front of her. Each near gliding step across the floor brought her closer and closer to him.

"And here he is." She spoke, addressing the whole chamber that served now as her audience, "Valeer. Sole son of Valus. Hands not yet wet with the blood of his first battle, this future warrior has come to us this day for his first step into manhood."

She drew closer. Close enough to touch him. Gentle and smooth finger-tips on his chest as she circled around to come behind him. There she hugged close, with the swell of her breasts pressing against his upper back as she rested her chin on his shoulder to whisper in his ear - her other hand clasping his other shoulder gently as she did.

"It is a pleasure you would choose our temple for this moment of your life, Valeer. I, my daughter, or any of these women you see now will gladly be taken by you if you so wish." She swept her hand out over the assembled women, "Would you see them taken here upon this floor, for any to see? Or would you enjoy the sheets and comforts of a proper altar as you give your first seed and step into manhood?"

Gazing at her magnificent form with both awe and desire as they walked toward each other, Valeer recognized her as one of the priestesses his father had worshipped with in his many visits to this section of the temple. It seemed that she would be the one to guide him on the journey to manhood, as evident by the intricate and beautiful arrangements the ceremonial paint made upon her dark skin.Though he was not yet permitted to worship at the temple, Valeer had frequented its halls and steps many times before in his young life. As the son of a patriarch, he had accompanied his father when he had come to worship, to learn the ways of the priestesses who resided at the temple and what it meant to worship as a patriarch did. Those visits were always exhilarating for him, the opulence of the massive temple far outshining even the most well adorned and furnished huts belonging to the patriarchs and matriarchs of the various families in the tribe. Now that he was here for the first time not as an observer or a student, but a participant, those same feelings of awe and grandeur still came to him as he marvelled at the beautiful stone walls and pillars, the smooth marble floors, the elegant fountain, and of course the many beautiful temple whores who resided here. This particular floor he had visited many times, as it was customary for patriarchs to come to praise the Goddess of Fertility when one of their wives gave birth. He accompanied his father as he came to worship here, as he too would one day, and every time he was fascinated by the golden statue of the Goddess that sat at the center of the large chamber.

Valeer was once more marvelling at its grandeur and beauty again when his eyes caught something else. Looking downward from the statue, he saw a magnificent sight of two temple whores, locked in an intimate embrace as they kissed, groped, and caressed each others’ bodies. He watched with intense curiosity and desire as his eyes wandered over the curves of the women’s bodies, taking in every detail he could. Walking up the steps and taking the time to gaze over the beauty of the temple itself had caused the young man’s erection to ease a bit, but as he watched mother and daughter in such an open act of intimate love and pleasure, his excitement was renewed, and the priestesses around him would have been greeted by the sight of his thick, powerful rod once more rising to full attention, throbbing in anticipation and desire. He was rather content to watch the little display for quite some time longer, but when Nivea separated herself from her daughter and rose to greet him, Valeer smiled with both pride and eagerness at her words. As she strode across the smooth marble floor toward him, he did the same, closing the gap between the two quickly. Gazing at her magnificent form with both awe and desire as they walked toward each other, Valeer recognized her as one of the priestesses his father had worshipped with in his many visits to this section of the temple. It seemed that she would be the one to guide him on the journey to manhood, as evident by the intricate and beautiful arrangements the ceremonial paint made upon her dark skin.

As Valeer came to stand before the Priestess, he could see that she was taller than him, not by too much, but certainly by a noticeable amount. Not only was Nivea tall, but Valeer had much growing left to do given his youth. Luckily, if his father was any indication as to the path his progress would take, the young hunter would become quite the man indeed. As Nivea stood before him, raeching out her soft, feminine hands to touch his naked chest, his eyes couldn’t but drop down to gaze at her bountiful breasts, practically in his face. They looked so heavy, so supple that he want to simply reach out and grab them then and there. Alas, he wouldn’t have been able to anyway once she began to walk around him and hugged him from behind. As soon as she embraced him, Valeer let out a soft sigh. Her scent was intoxicating, the fragrant oils in which she was covered mixing with his as their skin came in contact. Her breasts felt like heaven against his back, so supple yet firm at the same time, and he could feel her large nipples digging into his back gently.

Though young, Valeer knew how to properly address a priestess of the temple. “Of course, Priestess,” he said respectfully. “As future patriarch of my family, it would only be appropriate that I come to worship at the feet of the Goddess of Fertility, that I have many children and let my family grown and prosper.” As she swept her hand out in front of him, his eyes followed the path it made, taking a good look at all the women present within the temple who were now assembled along the wall, watching him and Nivea at its center. There were women of all ages, colors, shapes, and sizes. To think that after this ceremony, he would finally be able to have any one of them when he came to the temple. The young man practically drooled at the though, and the sudden throb of his rod in front of him betrayed his desire. When Nivea pointed out her daughter, Valeer took closer notice of the young woman on the bench who had been so intimately involved with the ebony priestess upon his arrival. Taking a good look over her, he could indeed see that Rivea was her mother’s daughter. Her beautiful face, wide, child bearing hips, and thick, luscious legs seeming to have been sculpted from the same mold that Nivea came from.

His eyes locked with this young woman’s, and he couldn’t help but smile as Nivea asked him his preference for where the ceremony was to take place. In that instant, an image flashed in his mind of him between Rivea’s legs, her caramel skin contrasting with his pale skin as they mated upon the silky sheets and soft bedding of an altar. As quickly as that image flashed in his mind, yet another took its place, this one of Valeer taking Nivea from behind on those very same sheets as her daughter watched. This was the day of his Deflowering Ceremony, and there would be plenty of opportunities for him to worship again in the open once it had been completed. For now, he sought the comfort that a proper altar provided to make his first experience with a woman as gratifying as it could. “I would give my first seed upon the altar, Priestess, such that my first mating might be the most enjoyable it can,” he finally answered her. As he did so, his hands reached back slightly before coming into contact with Nivea’s thick thighs, caressing them as he felt her wide hips in his grasp as his hands trailed higher. His light, fair skin contrasted beautifully with her deep, ebony tone, as did the dark ceremonial paint on his skin with the bright ones upon her body. The pair would be quite the sight as they mated upon the altar and made Valeer a man.

Nivea indulged herself, taking in his lingering scent. Even now she could smell his musk and some small part of her was almost - disappointed he hadn't taken up the second option. To let him take her there for all to see, to take him in as he spent himself, and came into manhood. But this ceremony was for him and he had made his decision. The priestesses would honor it without question and do anything within their power to aid him. The hand at his shoulder trailed downwards after she'd shown him the presented women. She hadn't even needed to look down any longer after having already seen his full length when she'd first approached. Fingers gently stretched out as her hand slid down the toned muscles of the young man's stomach before just so lightly ghosting over the flesh of his length. Only just grazing his flesh for a moment before she became notably more committed and moved to wrap her hand around his length as best she could manage with its girth. Her eyes were closed lightly and her breathing growing slightly heavier as she listened to him talk, lazily stroking his length, and occasionally reaching out to toy with the head of his length.

Had she still been as young and as relatively inexperienced as her daughter was now, then perhaps desires at the back of her mind would have taken over more of her actions, and she wouldn't have been able to restrain herself as well. The scent of Valeer's body and the oils his mothers and aunts and sisters had prepared him with. The feel of his growing and developing muscles against her or how it felt when her nipples pressed and dug against his skin - to envision him atop her, her legs spread like her goddess to welcome him as he pushed himself inside her. To feel the warmth of his first seed as he filled her. Or to watch her daughter atop him, taking him in as he filled her to the very brim and left her starry-eyed and spent once he'd finished with her. Oh yes, a lesser experienced Priestess would have quaked at the thought of his pale skin and lean form controlling and taking she and her daughter as the desire took him. But instead all that betrayed Nivea was the pleased, deep-throated hum she gave out at his words before finally releasing his length for the time being.

She reached out with one hand over his shoulder again and motioned to her daughter with curling fingers, "Reva, come dear. Let us take him to the altar."

As Reva rose to stand, she ran her hands through her air, and the lift of her arms combined with the way she arched her back for the first few steps meant she was not-so-subtlely doing her best to present her own full breasts to him. Though not as large as her mother's, it was obvious by how supple they appeared that there was no shortage of milk should he choose to feed from her. When her hands finally dropped to her sides, she stepped with a wide sway to her hips, and she closed the distance to a far greater degree than her mother had. Her eyes downcast, partly to seek his hands as she reached out to take one of his hands in both of her's before barely glancing up at him with cheeks stained by the rose color of a light blush.

She brought the hand close to her chest for a moment, "If you would follow me, young hunter?"

She turned her back to him, still holding him by the hand, and with Nivea placing hands on his shoulders the two began walking. Guiding him through the central chamber and, save for needing to go around the central fountain, almost directly to the other side of the chamber. They had to pass through two doorways, with only a short hall in between that on any other day would have held those waiting to worship on the altar with a particular temple whore. But now they were empty in preparation for this event. The doorways themselves were masked by hanging lines that held beautifully hand-carved polished bone from animals, jewels, and were kept from swinging idly by heavy pearl spheres at the bottom of each. The waiting area was filled with candles that cast a dim glow as the late evening meant little to no sunlight came in through the openings higher up. Under the second chords of the second doorway was the light smoke that hung low to the floor of especially chosen incense that scented the air with the same sort of scents that Reva and Nivea had been bathed in. Scents of summer and spring, of the open air. And once through that final entryway, they were in a room similar in shape to the main chamber though much smaller by measure. Candles encircling it, decorations of jewels and precious metals hung from the ceilings. Pelts that full-fledged hunters of Valeer's own family and others of the tribe had spent the last week gathering. And in the center of it all up a pair of steps leading to a raised platform was the altar of worship.

The furs of might beasts of the woodlands would be soft under-foot, resting under a large and pillowy cushion - feathers and cotton tucked in carefully sewn cloth. Pillows covered at least a quarter of the alter, dark purples and reds and greens. With perfectly white sheets of satin laid out across the rest of it. The whole of it was inviting to the eye and beckoned for the young man to crawl atop it all with its own charms and appeal. Reva released his hand and was the first onto the altar, moving to crawl across it on her hands and knees as she stretched herself out. Nivea released her hold on Valeer's shoulders and slipped past him - almost seeming to make sure to press her chest tightly against his back until she could no longer do so. And she followed behind her daughter in short order. And in moments the two had already become a slightly tangled collection of limbs with the younger woman pressing her head to her mother's chest and hands possessively on the small of her back. Though with how they had positioned themselves, there was just enough space that Valeer could easily fit between them. Though somebody sensitive about personal space would have balked at the "accomodations", leaving no room for him if he did so, to move without an errant hand comign to rest on a full and supple breast, wide child-bearing hips, or in the small of a back.

Nivea extended a hand, finger sliding across the sheets of satin, with the dark skin of she and her daughter against such white sheets seeming to almost demand that all attention be focused on their bodies rather than the bed, "Would you join us?"

As if Nivea’s smooth skin and supple breasts pressed against him weren’t enough to excite the young man, the priestess’ soft, gentle hand trailing down Valeer’s toned chest and abdomen elicited an involuntary whimper of pleasure from the young man’s lips. While he may have been touched in such a way before by his father’s various wives under varying contexts, there was added meaning to this gentle caress. It was a taste of things to come soon where Valeer would finally become a man by the tender, feminine embrace of this ebony priestess. That first whimper was followed by another, then another, and then another as Nivea teased his length, her soft hands gliding over the thick shaft of his manhood and over the foreskin that partially hid the bulbous head beneath. The stimulation made it difficult for Valeer to speak clearly and uninterrupted, and surely a much younger or less experienced male would have been unable to continue speaking. For Valeer, however, this was not the first touch of a female that he had felt upon his throbbing manhood. While indeed it was forbidden for the youth of the tribe to mate and before they had undergone their deflowering ceremony, anything other than such an act was permitted. Many times in the shelter of his father’s hut, Valeer’s mothers, aunts, and sisters had attended to his needs. At first with their hands, much like Nivea was doing now, but soon they began to use even their mouths to relieve the young hunter. Such care had served to build the teen’s stamina over the years, and he was well prepared for the embrace of his first woman now.

As Nivea finally removed her hand from this hot, pulsing shaft, Valeer let out a soft sigh, both in disappointment and relief that she was no longer idly teasing him with her feminine caress. His attention shifted from what she was doing to him to the sight that lay before him. Reva was just as desirable and magnificent as her mother, and the young teen took notice of her display as the younger priestess approached him. With a smirk on his face at her actions, he let his eyes trace the curves of her body, taking in the little show she offered with great pleasure. He was impressed by the bounty of her bosom, especially given her age. He was also impressed with the way she walked, a deliberate, sensuous grace to her movements that accentuated the wideness of her hips and the firmness of her thighs, almost as if she was doing her best to make herself look as beautiful as her mother. To the young teen at least, she did, though it was a different kind of beauty than Nivea had. Reva had the charm and graceful flow that only present in youthfulness, while her mother had the elegance and feminine allure that could only come with age and motherhood. Whatever the difference, Valeer desired both mother and daughter with burning intensity, a desire that he would soon be able to indulge and hopefully satiate.

“Of course, Priestess,” he said with a smile as the young priestess took his hand in hers and brought it close to her chest. With his hand there, Valeer simply couldn’t resist the urge, taking the opportunity to let his hand rest upon one of her ample breasts and gently squeezing it. Even with this small act, the excited teen could not help but compare mother and daughter. While he could clearly see and feel that Reva was quite well endowed, her breasts fell slightly short of the magnificent, fleshy globes that pressed so firmly against his back. He could also feel the firmness of the younger priestess’ breast, another bounty that came with youth, and despite this firmness, they still had the weight and suppleness that signified a milk filled bosom. At the mere thought of the sweet, white fluid, Valeer subconsciously licked his lips in anticipation of tasting not only Riva’s milk, but Nivea’s as well. He was thus disappointed when Riva turned her back to him, depriving him of the wonderful flesh that he had held as she began to lead him towards the altar. As they walked together, his hand in hers as he felt Nivea’s on his shoulders, Valeer’s gaze alternated between taking in his surroundings and ogling the the bouncing, jiggling cheeks of Riva as she took each step in front of him. The young man was doing a bit of bouncing himself as he walked, each step causing his still erect manhood to jump a bit. As the trio entered the short hall followed by the altar chamber, Valeer’s attention shifted more towards taking in his surroundings. In his previous visits with his father, he was only ever allowed to wait in the central chamber. This marked the first time in his life that the young hunter had been allowed entry here, and the very atmosphere of the room itself seemed to urge him to mate and breed. As expected of the Goddess of Fertility.

Before Valeer knew it, Riva had released his hand and began to climb upon the soft bed that sat in the center of the room. Of course, he paid great attention to the young priestess’ ample rear and naked sex, almost as if she was presenting it to him as she crawled upon the furs that made up the outside of the cushion. He was greeted by such a showing again when Nivea soon joined her daughter upon the bed, and as mother and daughter entangled themselves, Valeer looked on with an excited smile and throbbing cock. He was stuck in a stupor of sorts at the sight, and it was only when Nivea beckoned him to join them upon the bed that he snapped out of it. “Gladly, Priestess.” Without further delay, Valeer climbed upon the bed himself to join the two priestesses, his cock bouncing and swaying as he moved. It was a tight fit, but the young teen was eager feel the two women. PRessing himself into the small gap between Riva and Nivea, Valeer was rewarded with the feeling of their smooth, oiled, and dark skin rubbing against his own. His entire body was in contact with theirs as his hands moved behind them, running down the length of their naked backs caressingly until they reached the swell of their plump rears. Taking a handful of one of Riva’s ample ass cheeks in one hand and a handful of Nivea’s in the other, he began to grope and fondle them, his young but strong hands kneading their fleshy bottoms with desire and fascination as he settled more comfortably between them. “I’ve been waiting for this day for some time,” he said with a subtle smile as he looked into Riva’s and Nivea’s eyes excitedly.

Valeer proceed to bring his face towards Riva’s, pressing his lips to hers and parting his lips for a deep, sensuous, and tongue filled kiss as his wrestled with hers in each others’ mouths. A deep groan escaped his lips and into into Riva’s as their saliva mixed together in the open mouthed kiss and his hands continued to grope and fondle the juicy rears of the two women. In his position, somewhat sandwiched between the two luscious bodies of mother and daughter, Valeer’s throbbing manhood found itself lodged between their thick, oiled thighs. The softness of their skin and the lubrication provided by the fragrant oils made the sensation heavenly, and with a soft groan, his hips began to move of their own accord. It was just a subtle back and forth, but it was enough to get the young man’s impressive rod to glide between Riva’s and Nivea’s bodies, using them as if they were a woman’s sheathe. After kissing Riva for some time like this, his hips slowly grinding and his hands firmly kneading, Valeer released her from his kiss before moving his face to Nivea’s giving her the same treatment he had just given her daughter. This kiss, while still deep and sensual, was more heated and rough owing to the young man’s ever building desire.

As he continued to grope and kiss the two priestesses, Valeer found himself sinking deeper into the gap between their bodies as his weight pushed them apart slightly. It was then that he once more felt Nivea’s breasts upon his naked body, though this time her glorious, milky orbs were joined by her daughters. Rubbing his chest and stomach against them for a moment like that and simply enjoying the supple flesh and the erect nipples gliding along his oiled skin, Valeer released Nivea’s lips from his for a moment as he brought his face down to her bountiful breasts and enveloped one of her large, dark nipples into his mouth and began to suck hungrily. Almost immediately, the sweet nectar of a mother’s breast milk began to flow into his mouth, and he moaned in pleasure against Nivea’s large breast as he drank every drop, sending vibrations through her body as he did. Taking a few deep gulps from Nivea’s breasts, Valeer then moved to Riva’s, his mouth latching onto her nipples as well. And so the three of them remained for several long moments, as Valeer served himself with Riva’s and Nivea’s perfect bodies. His hands continued to firmly grope and knead their plump cheeks as his hips continued to slowly move back and forth, sawing his thick, throbbing cock between their thighs. His lips and tongue made several journeys between the two women’s lips and breasts, alternately kissing them and devouring their breast as well shifting back and forth between mother and daughter. There was no time limit for a Deflowering Ceremony, and the young hunter was using that to his full advantage as he enjoyed every second of it and every asset that the two priestesses had to offer him.

Both Reva and Nivea had become thoroughly engrossed in the exchange. While Reva's reactions were mostly light gasps, soft moans, and sharply drawn breaths as lips met and she could taste her mother and herself on Valeer's lips each time they kissed, Nivea's reactions were different. Where Reva had let her mouth be dominated, Nivea had contested, and her tongue had met Valeer's with equal intensity. A break from her lips always elicited soft, sultry words of encouragement with a hand guiding him to her waiting breasts and increasingly aching nipples or over to her daughter. Reva seemed unsure of whether to place her hands upon her own mother or Valeer, though in the end she had one over his hand that groped at her full and luscious rear, with the other drifting down to where she could feel his length against her leg. Nivea had one hand always tangled in Valeer's raven-black hair but her other beat Reva to the destination. Between their thighs he'd easily enough feel those same fingers that had teased him rubbing over the the top of his length - more or less surrounding it in oiled and smooth flesh. Though nothing near like what Nivea intended for his final destination.

"Young hunter," her breathing was heavy, voice heavy with a sultry tone as if designed to make him all the more painfully aroused. "every inch of us is for you on this night of worship and celebration." She let out a breathy laugh, "Would you see yourself first spent upon the sheets of the altar? When there are so much more - satisfying - options?"

She would try to guide him. An urging tug with the hand tangled in his hair, the other leaving teasing his length to pull on his shoulder. If he complied then he'd find himself guided to rest his back against her stomach. In such a way that as she rested on her side, it'd be a simple turn of his head and a small move to draw the rich milk of her breasts again. All the while with a hand running through his hair and another running over his chest and feeling muscles and tone of youth that some day adulthood would fill out to their full potential, while she whispered breathy promises of what was to come and what she wished to see of this night - of how she envisioned her daughter overflowing with his seed as she was spread out over the sheets of satin they now rested on and how she positively ached to feel him atop her or feel his weight on her back as he took her from behind. And while she was no blushing virgin to shudder and quake, she found a warmth in her core already at the vision of when he would some day come to her as his family patriarch, with gifts for the altar, and to worship with her that his wives might have a bountiful family to carry his name. Oh yes, Valus had bred a fine son, she thought. A fine son indeed.

Reva slipped to rest partially over him and moved so that he might take her breasts and sate himself for the moment with her milk once more before she began slipping her way down. Pressing tightly to his body and essentially sandwiching him again between she and her mother. This time he'd be able to feel as she pressed her flesh against his length, grinding her leg against hist erect manhood. Venturing close, oh so close to her glistening folds, but not close enough that an errant thrust or grope would find himself sunk to the hilt in the young woman just yet. Instead she had other plans. Reaching his length with her mouth and immediately setting out to pepper the very base of his length with heated kisses. Before beginning to lap at his base. And then moving up - dragging her tongue up the whole of his length. A hand soon clasping it to stroke slowly behind what she licked at and planted those hot and needing kisses of her's against. Until her agonizingly slow progress brought her to the very tip of his length. And it was there the caramel skinned priestess looked up to lock eyes with him as she slowly opened her mouth. Slipping the very tip of his manhood between her lips.

But there she waited. Unmoving - by all outward appearances. Save the hand massaging his sack. And the hot tip of her tongue that he'd be able to feel lapping out at the very tip of his length as if to constantly keep his attention from being cast anywhere else in the meanwhile. With Nivea at his back, she continued to encourage him - whatever it was that he might be doing.

"This is your ceremony, young hunter." One hand left his body and slipped quickly between Nivea's own legs, "We are your's to use, as best you see."

As Reva gave way to Valeer’s invasive tongue, instead rewarding it with soft moans and gasps, the young hunter took notice of the difference between the two women. Indeed, Nivea seemed the more passionate of the two as their tongues wrestled roughly in each others’ mouths. This in turn caused the young teen to more firmly grope the mother’s rear whenever he kissed her, and as he felt her soft hand and gentle fingers once more reach for his manhood, he couldn’t help but give out a low moan into her opened mouth. Clearly, the older woman was much more confident, though it would stand to reason given her age and her by now extensive experience in being a priestess and guiding men, and occasionally women, in worship. By now, every inch of this throbbing manhood was lubricated and oiled, if not by Reva’s and Nivea’s thick thighs, but by the latter’s teasing fingers. The oils that the three of them had been bathed in were serving their purpose, allowing Valeer’s fit body and manhood to slide smoothly against the feminine curves of mother and daughter. The sensations of their bodies against his were all he needed to continue to grow in desire and excitement, but Nivea’s seductive voice and words aided in spurring him on. As he became a bit more animated with his hips, the young hunter had gotten perhaps a bit too lost in the moment. At the older priestesses’ remarks, Valeer felt a bit of embarrassment, thinking it foolish of himself to be so preoccupied with merely their thighs when as Nivea suggested, there were even better places for his cock to be. “Oh. T-True, Priestess. How silly of me,” he said, almost even slightly blushing at having needed to be told of such a thing, though it was difficult to see if he was in the subtle, warm light of the candles and torches that illuminated the altar room.

He was about to move towards her to mount her, but before he could, Valeer felt Nivea’s gentle hands once more guiding him, and he soon found himself on his side upon the soft sheets, just as Nivea was and with his back pressed against her body. They were not completely level, and as he felt the mature woman’s soft, oiled skin against his, he also felt the large swell of her supple, pillowy breasts on the back of his head. Of course, he couldn’t help but let himself nestle back more firmly against Nivea, burying his head further between her breasts as his back rubbed against her naked belly and legs. In this new position, the young hunter also found himself looking up at Reva who was still on her side, yet slightly higher up just as her mother was. He offered a subtle smile before his hands reached out, one grabbing a handful of her bountiful breasts while the other made it’s way along her waist and the swell of her hips, caressing and fondling her beautiful body. This was only for a moment before she brought herself closer to him, and with her breasts being offered, the he couldn’t resist taking another drink of her delicious milk when again, this was taken from him. He began to moan softly, however, when Reva began her descent downward, the the closeness of their bodies and the lubrication afforded by the oil causing her legs and her stomach to glide along his length perfectly.

When she finally reached her destination and began to tease him with kisses, his cock began to twitch and spasm on its own. In his fifteen years, he had yet to feel a woman’s lips upon his cock. Even if they were mere kisses, Reva managed to send pleasant surges of pleasure through the young teen’s body. The moans grew louder as Valeer watched the younger priestess begin to use her hands as well, stroking not only his shaft but his heavy balls as well, and as he watched his bulbous head disappear past her lips and into her hot, wet mouth, he groaned even more loudly. Her soft hands stroking his length and sack as her delicate tongue lapped and swirled across his sensitive head were quite a bit for Valeer to take in, and Reva was likely to feel the young teen’s manhood throbbing and spasming in her mouth as she serviced him. Valeer’s eyes remained locked with hers as she did this, the eye contact somehow making the entire experience all the more arousing. One of his hands reached behind him, grabbing a hold of Nivea’s plump thigh and squeezing it hard as he braced himself against the pleasure that he was receiving. With his eyes locked on Reva’s, Valeer nevertheless could feel Nivea slip a hand between their bodies before placing it between her own legs, and he could hear her dexterous fingers at work as well. Turning to look up at Nivea as she spoke, Valeer nodded in understanding.

It was just as his father had told him before the ceremony. He would need to take control during the ceremony on his journey towards manhood. “I understand Priestess,” he answered her simply before turning his gaze back towards Reva who still attentively had her lips wrapped around his thick member. Removing his hand from Nivea’s thigh, he instead reached out to place upon the back of Reva’s head. “I want you to suck it, Priestess. Suck it deeply,” he told her confidently. As he did so, he applied pressure to her head, urging yet nor forcing her downward to devour more of his thick cock as his hips pushed up at the same time, getting just a bit of his shaft to slide into the younger priestess’s mouth. He had seen the woman of the village to this daily for the men, and now he yearned to see what it was like for himself. Turning his gaze back up toward Nivea once more, he reached his other hand up to place on the back of her head as well, drawing her down as he scooted up to taking her in yet another deep, tongue filled kiss full of desire. When he finally pulled away, a strand of saliva connected their lips together, almost a sign of their passion. He kept her face close to his, however, looking into her eyes deeply as he spoke. “Once she’s done,” he said referring to Reva, “You and I will mate, and you will make me man,” he continued before giving the mature woman another kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth briefly before finally pulling away and settling back against her breasts once more for comfort as he looked down at Reva, placing his second hand on the back of her head as the movements of his hips became more and more pronounced. Though it took a bit of goading and encouragement, Valeer was slowly becoming more confident in himself as control of the ceremony shifted into his hands, literally.