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theWatcher
Moon
- Joined
- Oct 17, 2021
- Location
- The Multiverse
Liora surfaced from the cool water, pushing her long red hair from her face as she took a deep breath. Her wet, alabaster skin shimmered in the dappled light as the late morning sun filtered through the trees surrounding the natural spring. Shifting to float on her back, Liora closed her eyes and felt the sun and water on her body, blissfully aware of the near silence. Suspended in water, there was no listening, only hearing. If there was anyone to observe the woman, the first thing they would notice was the contrast of her white skin and brilliant red hair. Perhaps they would notice her petite, almost girlish frame, or maybe her slightly pointed ears and delicate nose and sharp cheekbones. None would miss her emerald green eyes.
Floating there on the top of the deep spring, one of Liora's hands cupped her breast. She kneaded it as the other hand moved to her crotch. She petted the red curly hair there, her index finger pressing down on her clitoris, the sensitive bud still hidden inside its protective hood of skin. Eyes still closed, Liora gently teased herself. It wasn't because it would be her last morning alone for almost a ciren, she simply just wanted to.
Dairen and five other men sat on stools by the edge of the square in just their loincloths. Several topless older men approached some with razors, others with bowls of hot soapy water approached. As the older men that had lost their own Game saved the participants from Dairen's commune, the town celebrated. Tourists from the other communes mingled and shopped. Once all six men had been shaved completely free of any hair whatsoever, a gong sounded to announce the Games would begin.
The six naked men walked to the centre of the dusty square. From the other side of the square two mysterious hooded men walked forward. The Priests. Nobody knew who they were, or where they came from, but they informed the Pact and officiated the Game. Soon, they would learn the three trails that they would have to endure.
Floating there on the top of the deep spring, one of Liora's hands cupped her breast. She kneaded it as the other hand moved to her crotch. She petted the red curly hair there, her index finger pressing down on her clitoris, the sensitive bud still hidden inside its protective hood of skin. Eyes still closed, Liora gently teased herself. It wasn't because it would be her last morning alone for almost a ciren, she simply just wanted to.
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Dairen and five other men sat on stools by the edge of the square in just their loincloths. Several topless older men approached some with razors, others with bowls of hot soapy water approached. As the older men that had lost their own Game saved the participants from Dairen's commune, the town celebrated. Tourists from the other communes mingled and shopped. Once all six men had been shaved completely free of any hair whatsoever, a gong sounded to announce the Games would begin.
The six naked men walked to the centre of the dusty square. From the other side of the square two mysterious hooded men walked forward. The Priests. Nobody knew who they were, or where they came from, but they informed the Pact and officiated the Game. Soon, they would learn the three trails that they would have to endure.