Virgin Sacrifice - Open

I awoke to feel of the cold concrete of the Temple altar, where I had been placed. Something had been off since the day I arrived in this country. I had begun touring Norway three days earlier with a tour group. Everywhere I went it seemed like someone was watching me but I figured it was just paranoia. The night before I had visited a bar called 'The Prancing Pony'. While I was there, the locals seemed abnormally friendly, wanting to know everything about me. I even got into a conversation with a group of girls my own age. The topic of boyfriends and sex came up but I was embarrassed to admit that virgin.

This admission seen to peak interest of the ones around us. One of the waiters brought me a drink, saying it was from the cute blonde in the corner of the room. Not thinking, I down the drink, smiling back at blonde. My eyesight begun to get fuzzy and I felt sick, almost dizzy. That was when I blacked out. Now that I have come to, I saw a man standing over me in some sort of ceremonial rope in the colors green, gold and black. He was muttering something in another language. I started to cry, pulling frantically at my bonds. My clothes had been taken away and I was stressed in some sort of sheer white nightgown.

A servant girl whispered into my ear, "You shall be a virgin sacrifice for our God. If you please send, he shall bless us with a fruitful harvest." I just looked at the girl like she was crazy. There was no such thing as the Norse gods. They were just made up drivel that some lunatic made up centuries ago. The people in the Temple started to exit and I could hear the storm outside. The thunder banged and clashed, making me very afraid. "Someone please save me from these lunatics." The torches in the small Temple began to flicker in the cold wind made me break out into goosebumps.

That was when I felt a hand starting to glide up my leg very slowly. I froze, not moving a muscle and almost afraid to look to see who was touching me. There was a low chuckling as I shivered. Who was it that now had me in his grip? I tried to pull away but his grip on my high was iron clad. The still refused to look at him but he seemed amused by my stubbornness. Slowly but surely I moved my head to get a view of who he was. My dark brown eyes locked on to extraordinary blue-green ones.

Bumping

Freyr

Freyr was your typical Norseman. He stood 6’6 with a powerful built, shoulders length dark air and was a descendant of the fertility God by the same name. In our present time the Gods live a normal life and no one know they amongst them every day. Being a descended of a fertility god, he also inherited a hunger for sex, and he surrounded himself with a retinue of beautiful women. He calls them his entourage, but they are also his concubines, and they all shared his bed when he calls for them.


Sitting on a sofa next to the bar with his entourage as he called them, a dozen girls sat around him talking and sharing some wine. The giggling from the girls on the table next them , sat a stranger Girl with a few local girls talking, and to Freyr surprise the subject of their conversation was about sex, and hearing the girls divulging some of their secrets, his ears perked and he smiles to himself. “This should get very interesting,” he said to softly so only his girls to hear. When it came to sex Fryer was insatiable, and when the stranger confessed she was still a virgin, he took a long look and marveled at how lovely she was, and right there and then, he knew he had to have her.

He arranged with the bartender to get one of the girls to give our new guest a drink, but to make sure it would put her to sleep long enough to take her to the sacrifice altar, but not to harm her in any way. She was to be dressed in a see through gown with both wrists and ankles shackled. The girls know what to do and what to say her. Freyr left right after to get ready and to arrive at the sacrifice altar before all the girls and the stranger would arrive.

Freyr didn't have long to wait, the girls were already coming, carrying the girls on their shoulders, and she was dress exactly the way he asked to dress her, and she looked even more beautiful if it was any way possible. Her curves were exquisite and his moth watered in anticipation. The gown was so shear she looked almost naked.

He leaned over her once she was placed on the altar, and ran his fingers through her beautiful red hair, and turned his head to look down between her thighs. He smiled and leaned his head down to inhale the red patch between her luscious thighs. He licked his lips as he ran his hand up and down her thighs. When she tried to move her leg away, he squeezed tighter. He looked at her face and two brown eyes locked with his.

“I’m glad you’re awake,” he said smiling. Do you have a name? what do they call you? I am called Freyr” he smiled down at her as he ran his hand up and down the inside of her silky thigh.

The grip he had on my thigh made it impossible for me to move away. The sheer beauty of his face amazed me for a moment. The questions in my mind still remained. Why had I been brought here? Did he mean to harm me? A man had never touched me in such a way before. I tried not to sound frightened but my voice still trembled as I finally spoke. "My name is Cyren."

My mother had been a big fan of Greek and Roman mythology. I also has a kid brother named Apollo. It seemed to fit since I sang in my family's restaurant most Tuesday and Thursday nights. My eyes pled with him. "Please let me go. I won't tell anyone, I promise." My body began to shake as I felt him carress my thigh.

There was a raw sexual energy emanating from him that even a virgin could recognize. For someone like me, who had maybe kissed two or three guys total, it was a little intimidating. Whether it was curiosity or just fascination, I'm not sure but I reached out with a shackled hand and just barely brushed his cheek with my fingertips. Very lightly I traced the outline of his lips and wondered what kissing him would feel like.

HIs eyes reflected pure hunger and I could feel my nipples harden in reaction. I couldn't deny the attraction or the temptation he represented, "Freyr? As in the god Freyr?" I inadvertently glanced down and caught site of a telling bulge. I couldn't hide my reaction to him. My fingers slipped into that ink black hair, feeling out the soft strands. He didn't seem to mind my innocent touches.

The fear had gotten lost somehow in my innocent hunger for him. "Why would a god want me? You could have whatever woman you wish." Please kiss me. My eyes pled him.

Freyr

As I caressed her silky thigh, I felt captive by her beauty, and though I wanted to possess her, I knew than I wanted more than that. I could see by the look in her eyes and the tremble in her voice she frightened, and she had every right to be, there is if being a virgin meant all that much to her. Still, her eyes never left mine as she answered. “My name is Cyren”

I reflected for a moment while caressing her thigh. My eyes still locked with hers I could see she was in thoughts about what I didn’t know. I was fascinated by her and the feel of her silky thigh sent a shiver of delight though me. He then spoke. "Please let me go. I won't tell anyone, I promise."

I didn’t answer her. I just ignored her pleading for the moment and kept caressing her thigh, and suddenly realized her silky skin was getting warmer. “Siren or Cyren” I said. “You have nothing to worry about I would never blemish this beautiful body.”

I never expected her next move and it did take me by surprise. Her hands although shackled, there was enough slack that she reached up and touch my cheek with her fingers, and then my lips. Although I was surprised, her touch sent a shiver right through me and down to my groins, and I’m sure she had no problem noticed it.

I felt the sexual hunger for her invade my whole body, and at the same time something changed in her as well. I could see it in her eyes that hardly left my. "Freyr? As in the god Freyr?" I heard her say, but didn’t know if she was asking me. “Yes Freyer” I said, “a descendant of the ancient God” I told her as she her head slightly to look down. I’m sure she saw the big tent in front of the robe.

When our eyes locked again I noticed a big change in them. I could see the same hunger I was feeling at that moment. "Why would a god want me? You could have whatever woman you wish." She said, but what I read in her eyes was pleading for more. I did more. I kissed her lips softly as my hand reached her hot patch of red hair, and my tongue invaded her hot mouth.