A Raging God Returns
Copyright© 2025 by Hunter Johnson
Chapter 55: Is this a Ceremony?
Science Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 55: Is this a Ceremony? - Three young people represent Earth in a battle with our powerful ancestors who seeded us and terraformed Earth. It is a battle against people who believe Earth has lost its way, and they intend to destroy Earth if it does not comply. They are so far ahead of us that they are Godlike but are biased and irrational and prepared to inflict pain without compunction.
Caution: This Science Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Military Science Fiction Extra Sensory Perception
“This doesn’t look like any ceremony I have ever attended,” said Brendan. “I feel like I am in a nightclub. The lights are dim and changing color, and we have plush seats. The walls are dark, and the people are casually but smartly dressed. This place looks cozy and welcoming, then the Heavy Metal starts.”
David and Ashlyn laughed.
“It does have that kind of feel,” said David, “not that I have been to nightclubs for ages. I was expecting a stuffy ceremony full of pompous speeches.”
“The usual stuff,” said Ashlyn. “This is decidedly odd. They’ve started a new stirring sound.”
“It’s like jungle drums, and it is the last thing I would have anticipated from these people. I pictured them to be like a stuffy religious group. Behind the drums, the rhythmic music is getting louder,” said Brendan, tapping his fingers on the table.
Do you see that group of three women on the other side of the nightclub? They’re glancing at us,” said David. “They shouldn’t be but feel familiar. The one in the middle has ash-blonde hair, and I have not seen anyone here with that color. She could be a model. I remember faces, but I have never seen her before.”
“As could her two friends,” said Ashlyn. “I also feel they are people I know, yet I don’t recognize them. The feel is familiar! I can see them fitting well in a Paris fashion show.”
“Ash, so would you. You are a magnificent-looking woman.”
Brendan put his fingers down his throat. “David, that is my sister!”
A worker brought them a tray with a jug of water, glasses, and colorful drinks, each no more than a shot. They saw others drinking the drinks slowly, alternating with sips of the water.
“I’ll try the blue drink in the twisty glass first,” said Ashlyn. “The workers are also passing around food; I am famished.”
“This red one tastes like a slightly bitter cherry,” said David, running his tongue over his lips. “It makes my tongue and lips tingle. My nose is running. That was after a tiny sip. It has a helluva kick.”
“The yellow one is reminiscent of almonds and bananas, but it has a lovely smell, perhaps a bit of blueberry. There is more depth to it than I would expect. It’s complex and has a fascinating smell,” said Brendan, sniffing his drink.
They sat sipping their drinks. The music became louder and more urgent.
“There is Makuto, and she is dressed to the nines in a chic black outfit. She seems to know the three women well. They are talking and laughing. I feel the music, and it has its colors,” said Brendan. “I have an urge to dance. There is a dream-like ambiance in this place.”
“I’m thirsty,” said Ashlyn, chugging a glass of water. “I’m starting on the yellow drink. I also feel like dancing. Do you think anyone will dance, David? I don’t want to misbehave at a ceremony. It looks like there is a circular area for dancing.”
David shrugged and raised his eyebrows, then waggled them.
Ashlyn grinned. “Let’s wait for someone else to start dancing first. I don’t want to do something culturally inappropriate. If we dance, it will be the first time we’ve danced together since we all had dance lessons.”
They continued sipping on their drinks.
“I despised those school dances.”
“This time, you can dance with me,” said Ashlyn.
“I’m feeling relaxed and uninhibited,” said Brendan, swaying and moving in time with the driving beat. “Why doesn’t someone get the whole shemozzle going?”
“Where are your ladies?” Ashlyn asked.
“I know they were getting ready; they told me they would see us later. I saw the families heading out before we did.”
Makuto strolled up to the table. “How do you find the ceremony so far?”
“I’ve never been to any ceremony that resembles this one,” said David. “I want to dance, but I am waiting for what I expect at a ceremony.”
“Did you expect to sit in rows and listen to people droning on?”
The trio nodded.
“Brendan, your ladies will join you later. Who says ceremonies must all be tedious? This is a cozy ceremony, and we do many things like it.”
“What is it that you are appreciating?” Brendan asked, raising his eyebrows.
“I expected you to ask much earlier.”
David noticed the three attractive women approaching the table, and his old feelings of shyness and awkwardness returned.
Makuto turned and smiled at the three women. “These are people I know well. Please make them welcome. I suggested they join you for the meal. I wanted people from different groups to mix.”
Makuto introduced the ash-blond blue-eyed one with pouty red lips as Dorel Brista, the brown-haired beauty as Messa Doslork, and the slim one with long honey blond, wavy hair as Dridget Nostwyk.”
They were even more stunning close-up! David felt awkward and didn’t know what to say. Ashlyn gazed at the three women intently.
Makuto pressed on the top of Ashlyn’s and David’s bench seats. The seat lengthened, as did the central table. The booth became an enclosed room with black walls, a door leading into the club, and a door leading outside. On the other wall, there was a closed door.