Chapter 57: Two Mating Ceremonies

The Lodge was quiet as we left, so I scanned and discovered that my family members as well as most of the ranch’s guests and employees were already on the mountain. The ranch’s Sociable, an open, horse-drawn carriage, with seating for two people facing forward, and two facing the rear, was waiting for us as we came out. Penny was standing with one of the ranch hands that I had seen before, but didn’t know. He was holding the reigns to a team of horses.

Someone must have had some extra time on their hands because the horses were both brushed until they almost gleamed, with small ribbons braided through their manes as decoration. Their hooves looked as if they had been polished.

The Sociable itself had been washed and waxed and festooned with filmy white cloth and colorful ribbons with live flowers interwoven in them. A’komi and I stepped up into the carriage and took the forward-facing seat, as we started for the mountain.

The trip took almost an hour. Having been instructed not to speak, I had time to reflect on both the upcoming ceremony, and on how I ended up being a part of it. What had started off as a simple willingness to help, had become much more, as I realized I was becoming enmeshed in the Royal Family. The significance of the Crown, the Royal Sash with Ceremonial Dagger, and most of all, the Royal ring was not lost on me.

As I am living my life this second time through, the reason I think I was brought back in time remains unclear. I found myself wondering if these young women, or their whole family, or maybe their entire nation, somehow, had a part to play in that unknown mission.

We turned off the old logging trail, and I noted that someone had cleared the path leading to the plateau where the ceremony would be held. It was now wide enough for our carriage to pass unimpeded.

When we reached the plateau with the vista, I saw that a large white tent with side panels, much like they use for outdoor parties or weddings, had been erected in the center of the plateau. A’komi had the driver stop a short way from the tent and the small crowd that had gathered on the plateau.

“Please to wait here, Pele Solakanali,” A’komi said as she hopped down.

I could see my family standing with the other guests around a small platform and talking gaily. The platform was roughly square, about twelve feet to a side, and raised about a foot off the ground. It was festooned with small pieces of brightly colored cloth that fluttered in the almost constant breeze. A woven grass mat covered the floor.

After a short wait, A’komi returned for me. Everyone became quiet as she escorted me to the small platform. A feeling of anticipation permeated through the crowd as we waited for whatever was going to happen next. To tell the truth, I was probably more anxious than anyone to find out.

“You stand please. No move. No speak,” A’komi told me.

Near the platform sat a young Polynesian teen with a drum. I had to look twice before I could tell for sure that it was Jason, dressed as he was in full ceremonial regalia.

Facing towards the large tent, with my back to the crowd, I scanned for Catherine. Without being able to see her, I could guess from her emotions she was wearing her ‘bemused’ expression as she looked at the way they had dressed me. But I could also detect her pride in me for what I was doing.

Nicky and the girls were staring at me and wondering about all the jewelry I was wearing. I think it was Julie who admired my golden crown as she quipped something about ‘seeing me wear it to school’.

The drummer began to beat out a rhythm that seemed to resonate across the plateau. I found myself becoming mesmerized by the sound.

Suddenly, the flaps on the tent next to the platform opened, and a woman emerged. She was dressed in a skirt of woven grass, with braided golden ropes tied around her waist. She had golden cuffs on her wrists similar to mine.

What looked like leather braids laced with gems and trinkets were tied ornately around her upper arms, and a wide, bejeweled bracelet encircled one ankle. A very large head headpiece towered over her, looking like it was almost too large to balance and still be able to move. Her eyes were covered by a domino mask, ornately trimmed with the plumes from many brightly colored birds.

In time with the beat of the drum, she danced around me. She addressed each corner of the platform, shaking her staff and chanting. Then turning to me, she moved all around me, still chanting and shaking her staff. I scanned to see if I could tell who it was, but their emotions were all wrapped up in the native ritual and before I could tell anything, I gave up, as my attention was drawn to the end of her staff which seemed to be coming perilously close to my head now.

I was calculating just how much closer to allow her to come with the staff before I moved, when the drumbeat changed. Mikeya emerged from the tent and began to dance around me on the stage. She was draped in a single length of white silk cloth wrapped enticingly around her hips and over her right shoulder. There were long silk cords tied loosely around each wrist and each ankle. She wore no jewelry, except for the thin golden headband signifying her rank. Her hair hung straight, shimmering, and unbound. It fanned out from her head as she whirled around me.

Ileana came right behind her, dressed like her sister. The only difference was the size of her headband/crown. Ileana’s was smaller, though only slightly less ornate.

They danced around me for several minutes, coming closer and closer until they were actually tickling my skin with their hair as it fanned out when they twirled. Because of the oil A’komi had used, my skin was already super sensitive. So when they brushed me with their hair, tingles ran through my whole body.

The sight of their not quite naked bodies, teasing and seductive; the sounds of the drumbeat, the smell of the oils and fragrances, and the feel of their hair on my skin combined into one highly erotic palette of sensations. Suddenly, it occurred to me what was about to happen!

NOW I understood the earlier warning from Kalani. In my greatest test of willpower in two lifetimes, I fought back the nearly overwhelming desire to cum.

The rest of their dance was a painful blur while I tried to ignore the highly erotic images of the nearly naked teens as they bombarded me with their desire. It was stupid of me to do it, but as a form of distraction from Little Mike’s now incessant pleas for me to do something ... anything ... to find relief, I scanned them. I knew it would take focus on my part and I figured it would be enough to pull me back from the brink.

WRONG! The sexual nature of their emotions, combined with who knows what erotic preparations they had undergone, nearly blew me away.

Thankfully, the dancer with the staff came forward and herded the Princesses back to the tent, as the drumbeat changed again, slowing, but still captivating. A’komi exited the tent and came to me, carefully avoiding Little Mike’s salute.

“Come,” she said, taking my arm and leading me into the tent.

“You do well,” she whispered to me as she left me standing inside the entrance, and closed the flaps behind me. “Important no move now.”

The tent was good sized, maybe twenty feet by twenty feet wide. The side flaps were lowered to form the walls of the enclosure. Designed to stand without center poles, it was like a large room. The walls were draped with fabrics of many colors, and woven grass mats covered the ground. In the center of the tent/room, sat two small tables with strategically placed pillows covered in soft cloth.

On the tables lay the two girls, totally naked now. The silk cords binding their wrists were pulled over their heads, secured loosely out of sight. The cords on their ankles were being pulled as I watched, stretching their legs wide as they were tied.

The drumbeat picked up again, becoming even more intense, as the priestess in the feathered mask began to circle the bound girls. She was chanting and shaking a smaller staff, the head of which had been dipped in oil. Droplets flew all over their bound bodies, shimmering on their bronze skin.

Suddenly the drumbeat stopped. The priestess went to a small table which held two cloth covered objects. Removing one of the drapes, the priestess picked up the object, and returned to stand beside Mikeya. Lifting the object, she showed it first to me, and then to Mikeya.

Mikeya gasped, and Ileana, who was watching as well, groaned in desire. It was a phallus! Carved from wood, it was highly polished and very realistic looking in size and shape.

Then as the drumbeat started again, the priestess began to rub the wooden phallus through the oil droplets that covered Mikeya’s body, coating the wooden member, while teasing her until her nipples were stiff with excitement. The priestess rubbed the phallus across Mikeya’s taut tummy, and skipping her pubic area completely, the priestess ran the phallus up and then back down the insides of Mikeya’s spread legs. Over and over again, gently teasing her vulva with each pass, until finally, the priestess brushed the wooden mimesis through Mikeya’s virgin lips.

Mikeya moaned as the priestess and the drumbeat each became faster. Finally, on some unseen cue, the priestess slipped the wooden penis quickly into Mikeya’s virgin pussy, splitting her hymen. Mikeya flinched and made a small gasping sound, but then groaned loudly in protest as the priestess withdrew the carved symbol of manhood now covered in virgin blood.

A moment of hesitation crossed the face of the priestess before she made her decision and pushed the wooden member back into Mikeya’s pussy. I wanted to scan her to see why she hesitated, but I dared not, for fear of losing control. However, I got the impression this was not a planned part of the ceremony.

I watched mesmerized as the priestess moved the phallus in rapid shallow thrusts, in and out of the heretofore un-violated vagina until she felt the princess start to shudder. Then using her hand, she soothed the quivering girl, whispering softly to her as she did.

I noticed the drumbeat had stopped. So did the priestess. She left Mikeya’s side moving back to the small table where she quickly uncovered the second phallus.

Stepping to Ileana’s side, the drumbeat started again. The priestess then began to repeat the ritual with Ileana.

Where Mikeya had lain fairly still in anticipation, Ileana began writhing when she laid her eyes on the size of her intended intruder. As she moaned loudly, I could sense that she was actually struggling not to beg for it, but it was clear she wanted the wooden shaft between her still virgin lips, NOW.