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The Carnal Rite

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When I was young, I didn't understand marriage or sex or anything like that. My mom was simply my mom, my dad was simply my dad, and that was all there was to it. I grew up thinking that one day I'd become an adult and suddenly I'd be married and taking care of a family of my own.

Then I became a teenager and learned a bit more about reality. I learned about dating and marriage, and how it didn't just suddenly happen. You had to work hard at attracting someone to you, and had to abandon all thoughts that getting into a relationship would just suddenly happen. You simply didn't wake up to find yourself married to someone without having actually courted that someone.

Of course, here in Perim, all bets are off, and now I'm supposed to consummate my marriage to Princess Isis. With three witnesses present, to make things more complicated.

Isis, still holding my hands, stands up and takes me to the bed in the room. My feet automatically follow her while my brain tries to reboot itself. Isis sit down on the edge of the bed, and I sit beside her.

I glance at the witnesses. Big mistake. It's bad enough that Sobtjek, who just moments ago had performed the ceremony, is sitting and watching us, but Theb-sarr is also there. King Theb-sarr, father of Princess Isis. Isn't the first rule of sex not to have it in front of a parent?

The last witness isn't much better. Chaor's still here. I thought for sure that he'd be asked to leave. Nope, turns out he's here to watch the whole ceremony, consummation included. To make it worse, I'd been forced to watch him have sex in a past life. Maybe someone else would find it ironic, but I just find it incredibly creepy.

I'm not near drunk enough to be okay with this setup. Eh, I shouldn't be thinking that, I can't exactly give consent while in a drunken coma.

I feel scaly fingers touch my cheek. "Don't look at them," Isis whispers. "I can tell it stresses you out."

A scary thought crosses my mind. "Are you okay with all of this?" I ask.

"I am," she mutters. Her voice sounds strained again.

"You don't sound like it," I murmur.

Isis stares at me. "I've had five days to get used to the idea that I might be marrying a complete stranger. At least we've met before."

Gee, thanks Isis. That makes me feel a ton better.

Isis puts her hands on my shoulders and turns my body to face her. "You're not going to make me walk you through this, right?" I see her lips curl into what's almost grin when she says that. She trying to calm herself as much as she's trying to calm me.

I raise my hands up towards her, then pause. I don't know what I'm doing! Do we kiss? Do I undress her? Are we supposed to just do it, or are can we take our time?

Whatever expression is on my face, Isis sees it and frowns. She takes my hands and brings then closer to her, then loops my thumbs under the fabric of her dress near her chest. "Slow breaths," she says. "Don't panic, don't rush." Her words seem confident, but she sounds as nervous and apprehensive as I am.

I close my eyes and slowly take a deep breath, then exhale. The room smells a little like rose petals. I open my eyes, make my grip firmer on the collar of Isis's dress, and begin to slide the sleeves off her shoulders. The cloth moves with little resistance, and the upper half of the dress wrinkles and folds as I pull it down.

I feel my heart race as I look at Isis now, at her exposed breasts. I resist the reflex to look away, ingrained from years of my mom pounding into my head that I respect a woman's decency. This isn't exactly the situation that was meant for.

Isis disentangles her hands from her sleeves, then stands up and lets the dress slide down to the floor. She's naked now, and her garnet red scales catch the light.

Isis sits back down and places a hand on my chest. I shiver as she slides her fingers down, parting my robe. Her fingers are at my stomach now, and her other hand joins, moving the cloth aside. Isis's hands reach the sash at my waist, and with some effort she undoes the knot and tosses it aside. The robe comes off easily after that, dragging across my skin as Isis removes it.

My robes join Isis's dress on the floor. My skin is exposed to the air, but it's warm inside the palace. I feel even warmer, my body heat rising in anticipation of what will happen soon. My groin aches as I look at Isis's naked body.

...But then I catch sight of the witnesses out of the corner of my eye, and I feel my chest tighten up. Sobtjek and Theb-sarr look as detached and impassive while they watch as when we started, but a devious grin has formed on Chaor's face. His chest expands and contracts more rapidly, and his nostrils flare with every breath. I catch a glimpse of the tip of his tail flicking back and forth, and the front of his loincloth has risen a couple inches.

I feel Isis's hands on my cheeks again, and I turn to see her face approach mine-

Our mouths touch. I close my eyes. I can feel her lips, covered in tiny smooth scales, press against my lips. Suddenly the sensitivity of my skin is a wonderful thing. Isis's hand lower from my cheeks and drag down my neck until they reach my shoulders, and it feels wonderful. I take a hold of Isis's shoulders as well, and I slightly part my lips into the kiss. The scent of a desert flower, I can't tell which one, rises from her body.

Isis leans back on the bed, pulling me with her until I'm above her, my legs straddling hers. We don't break the kiss. I feel a smooth flesh pass my lips and enter my mouth. Isis's tongue. I feel it touch my own tongue, then retreat back into her mouth. I copy her, and a shiver runs down my back as she lightly presses her sharp teeth on my tongue.

After maybe a minute, I don't know, time really isn't an issue anymore, Isis pulls her lips away from mine. I pant for breath as I look down at her. There's a tense look in her eyes as she spreads her legs, and her grip on my shoulders tighten. I take a deep breath to steady myself, then move my body so my hips are above hers. If there's any difference between Isis's sex and a humans, I can't tell, and neither does my lower body care right now. I brace my hands on the mattress next to Isis's shoulders, and I get ready to begin.

There's a low rumble from the witness bench, and like an idiot I glance over again. There's nothing subtle about Chaor's appearance now. His mouth is slightly open, and his tongue is hanging out. His skin glistens with sweat, and his chest shudders with each breath. His tail is no longer dragging on the ground, instead raised and stiff, and one of his trembling hands clenches the edge of the bench while the other hovers in front of his stomach and over his groin. His loincloth has failed its purpose, and his arousal is plainly visible. Chaor's hand descends, and every one of his muscles tense as he wraps it around his erect penis.

Nope, that's too much. I can't perform knowing Chaor will be jerking himself off as he watches. How are Theb-sarr and Sobtjek not noticing?

Isis touches my cheek a third time to bring my attention back to her. I see her glance down, and it looks like she's chewing the inside of her cheek. A hand reaches down and whoa! My body shudders as Isis touches me, and I feel my groin begin to ache again.

Isis lifts her head towards me and whispers in my ear, "Don't think about it, just do what your body tells you. This is just a ritual, we can figure things out later while we're alone."

I shudder as Isis continues to massage new life into my arousal, and finally it's too much. I sit up, grab Isis by the hips, and press myself forward. Isis takes her hand away, grabs the sheets next to her head, and clenches her eyes shut and her teeth together.

My body touches hers. I meet resistance, and I push harder. My breath catches in my throat as my length penetrates and slides in.

Isis lets out a yell, and I see Theb-sarr flinch out of the corner of my eye. I pause, then lower my head and whisper, "Are you alright?"

Isis clenches her teeth together and nods. "I-I'm fine... don't worry..."

It's hard to continue, but I manage. It doesn't take before I feel my body start to take over, and within minutes Isis and I have wrapped our arms around the other. My body aches, my head feels light, and-

And everything is blank for a moment. The only things I can feel are the pounding of my heart and a warm rush starting in my groin and rippling outwards...

When my senses return, maybe seconds later, maybe minutes, I don't know, my hips are pressed firmly against Isis's body. Sweat is dripping from my face, and my breaths come sharp and shallow. My back hurts, and I realize that Isis is digging her nails into my skin. She's also gasping for breath, though through clenched teeth, and her eyes are still squeezed shut.

A shadow falls over us, and I hear Sobtjek's nearby voice say, "Ancient Powers, I present this mated couple to you. May you bless their union, that it be fru..." His voice trails off mid-word. When he speaks again, he seems to have skipped a couple sentences. "I... I dub you Prince Osiris and Princess Isis, husband and wife."

There are more voices. Theb-sarr seems to be raising his voice at Chaor, but somehow I suddenly feel unnaturally drained, and I can't understand what is being said. Isis too seems to relax, and her hold on me slackens. I lower myself to the side, shivering as my body slide off and out of hers, and I lie beside her. There's a faint smell of blood and other bodily fluid...

The last thing my mind registers is Sobtjek's voice, saying, "Let's take your discussion out of the room. They must rest now, a blessing from the Ancient Powers can be very draining..."

Everything fades. I know I'm not dying, but it feels uncomfortably like it...

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