Chapter 7

The first pulse hit the back of my throat like a hot, salty geyser. I swallowed instinctively, my throat working in a convulsive ripple around the impossible girth of his head. The taste was musky, primal, and strangely sweet—his strength, his essence, given freely.

Adunbi’s roar filled the crystalline chamber, bouncing off the walls as the spirits shimmered with approval. Another jet followed, and another, a seemingly endless torrent of thick, creamy seed. My mouth was flooded instantly, stretched so wide I couldn’t close my lips. Warm, viscous liquid filled every crevice, spilling over my chin in thick rivulets. I swallowed desperately, gulping down the overflowing bounty, but for every mouthful I took, two more replaced it. It coated my tongue, my teeth, the back of my throat. The sheer volume was staggering, a claiming flood that had nowhere to go but down.

I sucked and swallowed, a slave to the rhythm of his pulsing cock. His hands in my hair were anchors, his hips trembling against my face. I felt his balls tighten and release against my chin with each violent contraction. This was worship. This was the binding. His strength, his life-force, pouring directly into the vessel Oshun had prepared.

When the last shuddering pulse faded into a few final, hot dribbles, I finally pulled back. My jaw ached ferociously. My lips were swollen, glistening with spit and his spend. I swallowed a last, thick mouthful, feeling the warmth settle heavy in my stomach, a companion to the magic already growing there.

Adunbi lay spent, his chest heaving, his magnificent cock softening slightly against his belly, slick and gleaming. The ancestral spirits began to fade, their approving smiles the last thing I saw before the chamber itself dissolved in a whirl of golden light and the scent of blooming night flowers.

The stone slab vanished from beneath us. There was a sensation of falling, then a soft, sudden impact on warm, yielding sand.

I pushed myself up, spitting out the last of his taste. We were no longer in the cavern.

An oasis.

Lush, emerald grass spread around a pool of water so clear it reflected the twin moons hanging low in a violet twilight sky. Towering, slender trees with silvery bark and cascading violet flowers surrounded the clearing. The air was perfumed with jasmine and wet earth, thrumming with a deep, latent magic. It was a place outside of time, hidden, sacred.

Before I could speak, Oshun’s voice flowed through the clearing, melodic and clear. “The vessel is prepared. The protector is bound. Now, the vessel must prove her worth, her capacity to hold not just life, but pleasure, and power. Three challenges, sacred daughter. Succeed, and the first artifact of the Dance will be yours.”