Valentine's

[Kineser]

OOC:
I read this somewhere, and it gave me an idea.

The Valentine's Day history begins with a tale straight out of Ancient Rome. To kick off the spring season, the Romans would host a celebration in honor of the goddess Juno, and on the following day (February 14) a festival was held in honor of Lupercus, the protector of the city. To celebrate Lupercalia, unmarried women's names were placed in a "hat" and each man of the village would choose one name from the hat. The couples formed from this custom were expected to spend the night together....

I would like to do a modern day version, in a small town called Luperca, in the middle of nowhere. The whole town will celebrate this day, while all children and married women will have been sent off to stay with relatives in the next town. Only unmarried women and all men over 18 can participate.

I will be the High Priestess and Ceremony Mistress (this is not a BDSM thread).

We will need:
* Lots of unmarried women (virgins and otherwise)
* All men in the town
* The high Priestess (me)
* The Mayor

Anybody interested? Please PM me and let's get this orgy started!

 

[Kineser]

ARIANA, The High Priestess

It was late afternoon on Lupercalia. The High Priestess, Ariana, walked slowly around Luperca's town square. She was satisfied with the preparations for tonight's feast. The town's folk had surpassed themselves in decorating and preparing food for the festival. Colorful garlands of flowers were strung all around the town square, and on one side, tables were laden with food and drinks.

The day before, the good town's folk had a big celebration in honor of Juno, the goddess, and the beginning of the spring season. For this celebration, everyone, young and old joined in. This morning all the married women, children and the infirm, had left for the neighboring town of Luscia, where they would stay until the next day. After they come back, the planting season will begin.

But tonight, there were only unmarried women; young, old, virgins, divorcees, widows and all men over 18. All of them would join in the spring celebration, with dancing, singing, lots of food and drinks, and culminating in the "shuffle", where all the women's names were put in a large earthenware bowl, and one by one the men would pull a name, and lead off his lady to a night of unbriddled passion. It was not unherard of though, that the night would progress into an orgy.

Ariana was dressed in her robe of shimmering white fabric. She had white leather thong sandals on her feet. Her flaming red hair wasflowing down her back, and her green eyes flashed merrily. She was of indeterminate age, not young but not old, and very beautiful. About 5'5, with a full figure, her firm breasts moved freely under her robe, and she was knickerless. As she walked around the square, inspecting the preparations, she wondered about her mate for the night. Yes, she would also partake in the love making, and by tradition, her first mate would be the Mayor. But later, she was free to copulate with whomever she fancied or fancied her.

A few well built men were bringing wood and piled them up in the middle of the square. There would be a big bonfire tonight. She looked on as they worked, their muscles, shiny with sweat, rippling under the afternoon sun, and she felt a stir of anticipation deep inside her.

 

[Kineser]

OOC

This thread has started. All those who PM'd me, you are welcome to post now. Please invent your own character. We still need lots of other players, anybody is welcome. I will conduct the ceremony later.

 

[papillon24]

Diana

I walked barefoot along the street to put my name in for the festival. All the decorations and food I saw along the street was just overwhelming. I could just imagine the night to come.

OOC:

Diana is the daughter of a merchant who id out of town quite a bit. Around the age of 19 and quite the talk of the town when it comes to her beauty.
5'6 in stature with long auburn hair and deep blue eyes.

 

[ariosto]

OOC...Leix (pronounced Laysh) the bull like foreman of the High Priestess' construction crew. He'd come to Luperca many years ago and became reknowned almost at once for his nearly superhuman strength. Many women have courted him and he's loved more than a few but nearing his 40th year he still remains unmarried. This is the fifth year he has worked with the Temple on preparations for the Festival.
Leix is not a tall man but his nearly naked body, tanned dark by the sun ripples with muscles. He wears a short beard and has close cropped dark hair, a gold ring glistens in his ear...


IC...
"That's it Ariana, the last log's in place. Can I dismiss my crew and let them clean up? "
He looked at the sun over the her smooth naked shoulder.
"We don't have long before dark...I was wondering If I could use the bath in the Temple. You know how far away my house is."

 

[Kineser]

ARIANA

"Of course, Leix, you know the temple is open for the public. You really did a good job here." Ariana smiled sweetly at Leix, the foreman. Her eyes travelled down his magnificently muscled body, his darkened skin appealing to her senses. His white loincloth was soiled from his labors, and she wondered what was concealed within.

Ariana had always liked Leix, with his wide torso and powerful limbs. It was rumoured that he'd escaped from prison before coming to Luperca. But who knows if it was true, because although he was not a refined gentleman, he was always polite to her, and accorded her with the right amount of deference that her status as High Priestess demanded. He certainly didn't look or act like a criminal.

Although a High Priestess, she was human, and had a woman's needs and desires. She could only imagine how it would feel like to be in his arms. The stories she'd heard about him, told about his size and staying power, also about how tireless and proficient a lover he was. And if the stories that she'd heard about him were only half true, he would be a good balance for her own nymphomanic tendencies.

The Feast of Lupercalia was one of the few rituals that the Temple conducted annually, that would end in an orgy. Although the men who pulled a woman's name from the large earthenware bowl were entitled to spend the night with her, many would change and switch partners before the night was over. Ariana was looking forward to this night, as it was one of the nights that she could satisfy her needs and bed more than a few virile men.

She saw Leix walking towards the Temple, and decided to follow him. "He will need a bar of soap and a towel," she thought.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Larielle

Larielle is a shy, cute virgin girl. She is 5'5 with thick, curly, blond, hair, pretty green eyes, and a small, curvy body with 34c breasts. She has long slim legs and a slightly tanned body. She has been living alone with her father and brother ever since her mother died when she was 4. She knows nearly nothing about sex, except that its how you create babies. Now that she is 18, her father is getting tired of having her around the house and is looking for a husband for her. He entered her name in the Lupercalia festivities. She was a bit scared to be with a man, as she never had been before, but it also intrigued her.

She walked along the path to the town and sat under a tree. She shivered, wearing the thin cloth dresses all women in this time wore, in the brisk Febuary breeze. She settled down, waiting patiently for the celebration to start and watched Leix and Ariana as they talked. They seemed a perfect couple, but no one would ever say so. She wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes peacefully, drifting into sleep. She wondered if anyone would want to be with her tonight.

 

[LadyGaladriel]

Satine (Sah-teen) walked slowly toward the large eartenware bowl. In one hand she held the scrap of paper with her name on it, and the hand shook slightly. Her hair, was long and black, shiny, and hung down to her waist. It was her pride, and she wore it adorned with hair pins which were gifts from admirerers. Her eyes, large blue and expressive, searched the twon square for on lookers. She was still a virgin, but had many fantasies, ones she could not speak of to anyone. There were no appropriate for a young lady.


OOC: Satine is a beautiful young girl unaware that she could fufill all of her fantisies if she simply asked any man in the town. Her hair is long jet black and shines. Her eyes are dark blue, and large. Her body is voluptuous, with 38DD breasts, and a deeply tanned body. She walk is gracefull and gental.

 

[ariosto]

Leix knelt by the marble girt pool and trailed his fingers in the cool water.
His one garment lay folded neatly beside him.
The bath was open on three sides and he paused to watch the sun finally dipping behind Mount Paophos and whispered a quiet prayer.

"Who do you pray to?"
He hadn't heard her come up. Her reflection was smiling at him in the water.
He stood and turned, totally at ease with his nakedness.
"I pray to an old God, Ariana. One that you would not know."

She held out the soap and gracefully knelt down placing the towel next to his clothes.

When she stood up he had taken a step closer and she could see clearly the effect she was having on him.

"Tell me," He said, his voice deep and strangely accented.
"Tell me, what is the penalty for laying hands on a Priestess?"

 

[Kineser]

ARIANA

"Tell me," He said, his voice deep and strangely accented.
"Tell me, what is the penalty for laying hands on a Priestess?"

Slowly Ariana stood up to face him, and saw that he had taken a step closer. She saw with delight what impact her nearness had on him. He stood proudly in front of her, his naked body still glistening with sweat, his manhood had enlarged and was pointing up, but hadn't reached its peak. Even so, its size was very impressive, just like the stories she'd heard. Her mouth suddenly dry, Ariana had to swallow before she replied.

"There is no penalty tonight." she replied softly, "You are not from this region, although you have lived here a few years. Surely you know this festival is for breeding. Although the High Priestess will never have any offspring, tonight she will allow as many men as she can stand to take her. Her body will be the offering to the gods of spring."

"And before the rituals take place?" he insisted.

"None, until the cock crows to welcome the dawn in the morning. From then until the next festival, the penalty is forced labor in the Temple for a year."

 

[ariosto]

No penalty...even hard labor sounded enjoyable in this particular temple.

"No one is here Ariana, they are all at the festival grounds.
Bathe with me."

She didn't answer only looked at him with her big luminous eyes. Half veiled beneath long lashes.
Leix reached and loosened the girdle around her waist and she made no move to stop him. Her gown was thin...diaphanous, he could see her exquisite form easily through it. The low cast rays of the dying sun shown through it as though it wasn't there.

His fingers unclasped the thick gold broach at her shoulder and he drew the soft material down her arms and over her breasts.
It hung for just a moment on the coral tipped buds and then slid like a white cloud right down to the marble floor.

He looked at her unabashedly, openly.
"You are as beautiful as I did imagine Ariana.
No more so."

He was like a golden bull in this light, his erection stood thickly in front of him. A bead of moisture at it's tip.

"I ache for you." he said.

 

[Guest]

ARIANA

"I ache for you," he said, and she could see the evidence stand proud from his body. As she looked down at him, she could swear he'd grown a couple inches, a bead of moisture winking at its tip.

Her gown swirled at her feet as she took a step forward to take his hand. "And I for you," she whispered, "Come." Taking his hand she walked down the steps into the water. As her feet became wet, her nipples tightened in response to the coldness. They were like rubies, capping snowwhite mountains.

His manhood bobbed in front of him, <had it grown again?>, seemingly fully erect now, as he came down the steps into the water after her.

She turned around to face him and smiled, her face radiant with desire. Taking his other hand too, she asked: "And do you know how to please a High Priestess?"

 

[Kineser]

ARIANA

Sorry, that was me.

 

[ariosto]

Leix laughed and his fine teeth shown whitely against dark skin.
"I'm not sure, but I'd like to try!"

His rough hands rose from the water and she felt his calloused palms cupping the soft roundness of her breasts. He squeezed them gently and could easily feel the stiffened buds that crownrd each one. Looking straight into her eyes he kissed her. A slow deep kiss that spread her lips and allowed his tongue to rove inside the velvet warmth of her mouth.
He felt her hands slip around him and her nails dig into the hard flesh of his buttocks, pulling him closer. He was hard and hot against her belly.
He moved himself against her under the warm waters of the bath. He was a great sea snake dancing on her skin.
His face dropped and he kissed the length of her graceful throat, his lips caressed the soft swell of her breasts and he took the pebbled tips in his mouth, sucking and biting first one and then the other.
Ariana arched back thrusting her mons against the
stiffness of his loins and pushing her breasts into the heat of his mouth.
They did not notice the presence of several temple priestesses who had come in quietly to watch their play.




OOC...Hey come on fellows this is a good thread with lovely ladies waiting.
Join in!

 

[Kineser]

ARIANA

His rough hands felt so heavenly against her skin, the dark color of his skin contrasting with her lily white one. He first sucked on one nipple, then moved to the other, biting and pulling at it with his teeth. Her back arched into him as she pushed her breasts against his mouth. Her pubes started to grind by itself against the stiffness in his loins. A moan escaped her lips. If she knew, she never acknowledged the presence of the novice priestesses.

His mouth traced a path down her body, kissed her flat tummy, his tongue came out to lick at her navel. He pushed her up against the side of the pool, then lifted her so that she was sitting on its rim. He moved closer, and if his face was just at the right height. He kissed her flat tummy and tongued her navel. Then he kissed his way down to the springy hair that covered her sex. He pushed her legs apart, exposing her, then blew softly against her sex.

 

[Tongueflicker]

Bayndor

He looked out over the town square. It was his first festival. He had grown up in a land far, far away and moved to a small town nearby in March of last year. His little bakery was thriving, drawing customers from all over the lands to taste his excellent wares. He labored constantly, making different breads for different people, always with a smile, his heart as warm as his ovens. But his bed had remained cold and lonely. And so, he had been thrilled when Ariana's messanger had come, requesting that he bring bread for the festival.
Now, he stood in the square, watching the people mull around. His assistants were busy setting up tables, preparing displays, setting up ovens and ingredients for more bread in case they should run out. Bayndor was sure they wouldn't. He had baked constantly since he'd heard of the festival, and was sure the bread would last. Still, it never hurt to be prepared.
His 6'3" frame shifted. He stepped forward, hazel eyes gazing all around. His belly (a bit larger than for others his age due to his profession) grumbled a bit, his throat was parched. He moved to the well in the center of town, dipped the bucket in, and drew water to his lips.
Again, he looked up, glancing around. Slightly uncomfortable in the large city, he stood there, looking right and left, wondering where to go first....

 

[Miltone]

Erodicus, The Teacher

As he strode through the town observing the progress of the afternoon’s preparations, Erodicus was amused and excited by all he saw. The married women and children had long since been sent away and it was soon time for the festival to begin. He had always enjoyed this event of all those on the Roman calendar, since it was his great break from the work and study that occupied his time the remainder of the year. Although overseeing the education of his many students was a reward in and of itself, being in the strict company of nothing but young boys at the school, denied him his greatest desire, greater even than his lust for knowledge, for he loved women dearly, the touch and scent and taste of a woman was the most pleasurable sensation known to him. Perhaps at this year’s festival he would meet that one woman whom he could claim as his own.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t present the right image, for no bookish man was he. Over six feet tall and nearly 200 pounds, his dark curly hair and clear blue eyes commanded the attention of most passersby. His journey to the ruins of Troy over the winter had shaded his skin a dark tan. His robes were always of the finest cloth found in the Mediterranean and the near east, for the parents of many students had chosen to endow him with extra payments for making fine men of their sons. His house was among the finest in Luerca, with an excellent view of the orchards and mountains, where he could teach and write, compose and entertain.

Throwing his wrap over a shoulder in dramatic fashion, he let his muscular chest fill with the freshest air of spring and made his way toward the town square. Greeting the maidens was always enjoyable. Among them he noticed a lovely red-haired creature with the deepest blue eyes. Further along he took note of a shy young woman, dozing in the cool spring breeze, her curly golden tresses trailing seductively in the breeze. And there was another, with a beautiful full and rounded body and long dark hair. They were all so lovely and their flowing dresses of thin silk and fine linen made a feast for his hungry eyes. For a moment as he passed each lovely young woman, Erodicus couldn’t help but imagine that she might well be a wonderful mate during the matchmaking that was to come.

As he reached the center of the town, he boldly walked to where each of the women were to place their names for the drawing. With a flourish befitting his dignified position in the town, he watched as a few maidens slipped the scroll bearing their name into the box. He turned about and wondered if any one of these maidens might want to be entertained this afternoon while waiting for the festival to begin.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Larielle woke after a light sleep. She wasn't really bored or excited. Maybe a bit nervous, but basically she was just endulging in the gorgeous sights of the town. She looked around and spotted a man with beautiful blue eyes entering his name and she wondered what he was like. The more she gazed at him, the lonlier she became. But still, she debated on whether she could actually force herself to walk up to him or not, and if she did, if she could actually say anything. She tried to convince herself that he would be a sweet man and that he would be nice to her even if she did stumble a bit on her words. With a little more confidence filling her soul, she picked herself up off of the ground and brushed the fallen leaves off her garment. Her gracefulness allowed her to quietly walk up to him without being heard. When she was right behind him, and her eyes only met with his back, she became frightened and considered turning away. Just as she was about to return to the comofort of her tree, he turned around. She was now staring straight at him and she realized that she would have to speak. "Hi, I'm Larielle," she said in her sweetest voice.

 

[ariosto]

Caressing her thighs with his warm breath and then with his lips he looked up at her and smiled. She saw his tongue slip out and felt the tip press against the pink wet lips of her sex and lick slowly upward, pausing at the tiny pearl like button of her clit, to press and tease, and tease some more.

Ariana slid forward on the slick marble and he slipped his broad shoulders under her legs. She could feel her heels against the hard muscles of his back as he leaned into her. His hands held her hips powerfully and drew her yet further forward until she could feel his mouth against her nether lips. Then his tongue began to play her open, slipping deeper and deeper into the warm moist gate of her passage.
A shudder ran through her at this most intimate invasion. She could see his eyes looking into hers. His face pressed tight against the soft swell of her mons as his tongue twisted and turned, making it's way into her body.

He felt her legs tensing against the sides of his face and her heels digging hard into his back.
The High Priestess tasted like Ambrosia, just as he knew she would.

 

[Miltone]

Erodicus, The Teacher

As I looked about the town square, I felt a stirring behind me and slowly turned around. There before me was the lovely young blonde girl I had seen sleeping on my way to the the square. Her thick, curly, blonde hair and pretty green eyes caught my attention, but her small, curvy tan body and long slim legs held it.

"Hi, I'm Larielle," she said in a sweet innocent voice.

By the blush of her cheeks she appeared to be on the shy side, a most charming trait, and I wondered why she had worked up the courage to speak with me.

"Hello, Miss," I replied with a smile. "I am Erodicus, the Teacher. Larielle is a most beautiful name. Are you from around here? If so, perhaps I have taught your brothers."

As I gazed down upon this beautiful young woman, I thought about how I yearned to be able to teach young women as well as young men, and how wrong the system was to keep lovely young women such as this one from the same education that men received. Then I also thought that perhaps she might be willing to walk with me this afternoon and that we might find a way to spend the time until the festivities began. There might also be a few things I could teach her as well to help her prepare for the evening that lay ahead.

 

[LadyGaladriel]

Satine strolled around the square, there was so much activity, and the different perspectives were fascinating. She grew hungry quickly, however, and moved towards the place where the bread was being det up. She noticed a man who seemed to be in control of the set up, and approached him.
She looked up at him.
"I'm Satine. Would it be possible for me to have some bread?" her eyes scanning his features.

 

[sweetiedomme31]

"Hello Miss, I am Erodicus, the teacher. Larielle is a most beautiful name. Are you from around here? If so, maybe I have taught one of your brothers?"

Larielle felt the pink, burning heat rising in her cheeks and she quickly diverted her eyes, focusing on her sandaled feet. He had called her name beautiful! She was in pure surprise and shock that such a handsome man had spoken to her. As she swayed lightly back and forth, she analyzed the whole of what he had said and tried to think up something suitable to say back.

"Thank you sir, you are far too kind. I have lived in this town all my life and I've heard your name spoken greatly, although my only brother has not had the pleasure of meeting you. He works with my father as a stone mason and has not had much formal education. I fear we cannot afford the skills of someone so fine as yourself, sir."

The words flowed from her mouth perhaps softer than she had intended, but she was fairly pleased that she had not stumbled. She had little experience with speaking to men, let alone ones so... like him. She twisted one of her golden curls around her finger and allowed her eyes to quickly glance up at his face. Immediately after, however, her blush deepend. Her father had taught her to be a lady, and ladies never dared to look into the faces of gentlemen. But in that glance, her eyes had met with his and she saw something that she had never seen before.

 

[poohlive]

Curled up in a white satin robe, the mayor finally strolled through his city. Such sights and sounds, as he would never believe. To think just ten years ago this was nothing more than a dramatic idea from an old coot.
Oh, and look how much it has grown, thank Juno this is here. Laertes walked along the path, greeting and welcoming the party members. In this time, the entire city was the party, there were no places that were restriced or forbidden.
As soon as the sun set, and the festival really began, that statement would become just that much more true.
He could tell that people were already beginning to start their celebration, not that he didn't blame them. The poor things, waiting for so long, they all needed release.
Hell, that's what this festival was for, wasn't it. He made his way over to the main area, where the food was being prepared. This year he had made sure to get as much food as possible. There was the bread, and tons of meats being cooked, vegetables, fruits, and barrels and barrels filled to the brim with wine.
Truly, a festival was about to start.
Laertes walked in on the main courtyard. Here was were most of the benches were. It was here where they would begin the ceremonies, and where most of the orgy would end up. Hundreds of bodies, loving each other at once. It was a wonder, truly.
He could see that the bowl was nearly filled, and still names were being written. All of them were welcome, he would not stop those who wants to fulfill in this holy right of passage.
Indeed, it would be he himself who would start out the ceremony. With any luck, he would have enough stamina to finish it.
It was such a shame. Laertes wasn't the young man he once knew. His hairm which once grew sturdy locks of fine gold, was gray now, curled against his skull. His body was no longer toned, but beginning to show signs of age. He was a short man, but that plagued him all his life, no need to blame age on that now.
He was still spry though, and most people still claimed he looked of forty.
In the main courtyard was a raised stage. Here was the earthen bowl, and also where the men would be introduced to their first lady of the night. He would make a speech first, but this wasn't until the sun went down. From what he could see, there was still a few hours before that would take place.
He moved over, grabbing a glass of wine, and desicded to mingle. It was best to greet the public in instances such as this. Honestly, he had heard rumors that some people were shy of this festival.
Can't have that, now can we?

 

[Elvenspell]

Beren, the Alchemist

Not often seen in town, preferring to keep to his studies and disciplines, Beren strode out into the main, a smile on his pale, lean, but healthy face. For one of his order he was notably young, being just under 30, and was still hale and hearty. Of course, his studies kept him quite single, so he decided he'd take a break from the formulae to participate.

As he watched the ladies putting their names in, the wind blew his ravenblack hair, and the sun in his hazel eyes made him squint just a little, his slender but toned form only hinted at beneath his robe.

 

[Miltone]

Erodicus, The Teacher

I looked down into the blushing face of this beautiful young woman, her fingers nervously twisting through her thick curly blonde hair. As her large green eyes gazed up at mine I felt a rush of excitement well up inside me as I returned her look. Was it the shyness, the youth, or the beauty of this lovely creature that made me feel this way, I asked my self.

“Your father is the stonemason? If he is the one who did some work for me a year or so ago, his work is of the finest quality,” I said with a warm smile. Larielle looked down and away, but I raised my hand to her chin and lifted her beautiful face up to look at me again. “But I can see that his finest work is standing right in front of me.”

A wonderful and appealing look of innocence and embarrassment swept over her face and I feared that I had been too forward. She had probably been raised in the typically strict fashion and perhaps I was the first strange man to have ever spoken to her, and my words were too forward. Yet this look remained on her face and I felt drawn to her. The breeze from the mountains was stirring through the square and her simple lovely gown floated about her slim tanned body like a cloud. Beneath it I could see the curves of a woman’s body, the kind I had long desired.

“Since this is such a lovely afternoon,” I began. “Perhaps you would care to walk with me. I don’t believe the festivities will start for some time yet and I like to enjoy the afternoon out in the orchards. It is especially pleasurable in the early spring.”