Story : Prompt # 190 - Bound by Rite
Title - Bound By Rite (2parts)
Prompt - 190 - rather yummy statue of loinclothed man
Wordcount - 150 & 190
Comment - Wordcount got forgotten *guilt* but I don't want to chop it up so it is as it stands.
All day the unwed girls have tried to win the warrior. He has stood proud and as unmoving as carved stone. His muscles have the definition of stone though his body is lean, he holds his spear in a capable grip. His poise proclaims him a swift hunter and his stillness shows his patience. I should not be so intrigued.
The rite has mystical depth and the results are sacrosanct, I should not be doing as I yearn.
I creep forward, he does not baulk at my approach. I think him an acclaimed warrior but that does not explain what happens. Fingers trail the ridges of his muscles and tease the trail that leads to more, reaching I touch my lips to his.
I am captured, his breath meets mine, finally he moves. There is a distant shout and people gather, but I am held firm, lost to them all.
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The trial is one every male must face, I am offered advice and gods are petitioned for my future. I fear they will not listen. I will not fail though. I allow the anointing with fine grey dust, eyes closed; then stride out to take my place.
I stand all day, alert yet contained. I gain shy smiles and bold promise. Lips feather against mine but do not touch me. I feel pinches and tickles but they are dulled. I stand tall, waiting, alert to the chance of my love.
When darkness falls I hear a slow approach. Prey stalking the predator, the steps are timid and the figure is one I’ve seen watching the rite, eyes dark with hidden thoughts. He lifts his head to meet my eyes and I find my focus drawn. When his fingers touch my flesh with wonder it burns to my loins.
Soft lips meet mine and I am victor. His breath ignites me and I drink it in, I reach for the body that melts against me. Distantly I hear the clan summoned but I am truly caught, I delight in my love.
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