Mist Over Circle Rock
Copyright© 2003 by J. Emery
Prologue
Erotica Sex Story: Prologue - The chosen giver of life lay quietly on the stone alter. Her golden hair glistened red in the light of the moonlight that filtered through the stones in the skull of Okul. Her blue eyes stared into the heavens. The hypnotic music and the chanting of the shaman had placed her in a deep trance. She was ready. Her sacrifice would assure her people of another year of prosperity and happiness
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft ft/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Mind Control Magic Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Harem First Violence
The full moon rose silently above the tallest spire in the ancient circle of stones. The moonlight edged toward the altar stone set in the center of the circle. The dancing priests sang songs of appeasement to Lasha, Okul, and Ratha. A young maiden dressed in a translucent white gown lay trembling in anticipation of the death stroke from the high priest. Her quivering smile and innocent eyes showed her apprehension and willingness to shed her blood for her people. Her belief in an afterlife and its rewards gave her the courage to endure the bloody ritual.
The blood of many young women had been shed on this particular rock. The shaman gave the fatal stroke when the moonlight cast the shadow of the jewel-encrusted skull of Okul over the body of the innocent sacrifice on the great stone. The ritual sacrifice was consummated on the first full moon after the Spring Equinox each year. The shed blood would guarantee the fertility of the land and people for another year.
It had been many long years since Salban the Black's bloody reign of terror ended. When the Makers changed the Earth and limited his power, Salban became a being of evil and malice but unable to force the allegiance of men. The other two members of his Triad, Alanon and Myan, chose to leave with the Makers. When they sealed the Node and stranded him on Earth, he vowed vengeance. Salban the Black would destroy or deface all that the Makers had created
The prophets said that when the Salban appeared, his followers would receive dominion over the entire world, but many of the faithful were no longer worshiping the dark god in his diminished form. Instead they were following the beliefs of other tribes in the area. The religion was dying a slow death and the shaman was powerless to stop it. The memory of Salban the Black slipped into the realm of mystics and legends.
The chosen girl was picked during the Spring Feast the previous year and prepared for her gift to the gods on behalf of the people. It was a great honor to be the chosen one. All her wishes and desires were granted and she was treated as a queen among men. The only requirement was that she remains chaste. If she allowed any man to take her, she would be driven from the village and another girl would be chosen to present the gift to Salban in the temple.
The chosen one, the giver of life lay quietly on the stone altar. Her golden hair glistened in the moonlight. The hypnotic music and the chanting of the shaman had placed her in a deep trance and her blue eyes stared into the heavens. Her sacrifice would appease the blood thirst of the dark god they worshiped. She would take her place among the acolytes of the gods.
