Shedding the Veils

Shedding the Veils.

	The noon sun was rising high into the air as Solaria, Zenith Priestess of the Unconquered Sun, stepped towards the stage. A crowd had gathered around the raised wooden stage, eagerly awaiting the start of the festival. Never having stood up in front of such a large crowd before, Solaria felt a little nervous, but the presence of her faithful retainers put her mind at ease.
	Her retainers were Dragon-Blooded, raised from birth in Solaria's village to defend the Unconquered Sun's servants. She had known them since she was a young child, although that hadn't been so many years ago. As her sworn companions, the two Dragon-Blooded would be Solaria's partners in the imminent dance.
	The dance was a sacred thing, repeated every year, if possible, at the start of Summer in praise of the Unconquered Sun. Until a Solar Exalt performed the ritual dance, the festival would not commence. The festival, a celebration of life, fertility and the oncoming harvest, was perhaps the most important event of the year. Without any other Exalt in the area, the task had fallen upon Solaria's shoulders.
	In truth, she had always suspected that one day she would be called upon to shed the veils, an act representing the transition from Winter to Summer. She had been practising the dance in secret, carefully memorising the steps and order of events. Such preparation was unusual. Most of the dancers chose to improvise much of the dance, allowing the ritual to unfold organically and trusting their instincts. At least this way, with hours of research under her belt, Solaria would be able to perform if her instincts failed her.
	To her left, Minos rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Minos was tall and beautiful, with delicate features and a womanly body. The blood of a water dragon flowed in his veins, and it was easy to tell. Often, Minos' body would run with rivulets of cool, perfumed water and his colouration had a subtle hint of blue about it.
	Prospero, on her right hand side, was broader in the shoulder and far more rugged than his fellow Dragon-Blooded. His ancestry was that of the untamed fire, and his passion was proof enough to live up to his heritage. Prospero wore his flame red hair in a wild mane, swept back from his dark skinned head and left to dance in the wind. His eyes would often glow with the same fire red, especially when someone had drawn his ire.
	Comforted by the presence of her retainers, Solaria exhaled deeply, allowing the tension to flow out of her body, and took to the stage. The first step of the dance was a slow, formal glide, with Solaria walking the circular edge of the stage so that the all of crowd could get a good look at her. The crowd had grown quiet, hushed with reverence, until Solaria cast off the first veil. The first veil had been a heavy white cloak, covering her entire body. Without it, her lithe body gleamed in the midday sun, bronzed to perfection and crowned with the golden wave of her hair.
	Without the heavy cloak, Solaria was covered in precisely three pieces of thin, silky fabric, one across each breast and one wrapped neatly around her hips. The pace of her dance increased as Solaria leapt and twirled through the steps she had memorised before breaking off into a jig of her own invention. Her fears had been unfounded – the dance seemed to live within her, guiding her steps perfectly.
	Her retainers circled the outside of the stage, each one beating out a rapid beat on the drums they had been given. The music twisted around, ensnaring Solaria in its pulsating rhythm and encouraging her wild dancing. Soon, she was pulling off the second veil, barely noticing as a few of the golden pins holding it in place burst free and fell to the ground. The third veil soon followed, leaving the young Exalt's chest bare. Her breasts – mere buds a few years away from flowering – seemed to tingle with excitement as her nipples grew stiffer.
	Some members of the audience were getting carried away, swaying in place with the drumbeat or even breaking into little dances of their own. Some had even started pulling off their own clothes, transforming the packed crowd into a sea of flesh that rippled before the stage. Solaria grinned in ecstatic fervour, caught up in the crowd's enthusiasm, and began to strip off her final veil. Casting the sweaty length of fabric into the crowd, Solaria stood naked before them, basking in the pleasure of the dance.
	The drumbeat had been picked up by several members of the crowd now, leaving her retainers free to join Solaria in the centre of the stage. The two Dragon-Blooded men had stripped down to loincloths, but even then their bodies were slick with sweat. At least, Prospero was gleaming with sweat. Minos, as always, was cool and unflappable, every inch of his beautiful body shining with fresh water. As she watched the sunlight glint on his perfumed skin, Solaria felt herself consumed by lust. She wanted to touch his body, to run her hands across his perfectly muscled chest and be held by his slender, yet strong arms.
	Dancing close to her water-blooded companion, Solaria pressed her body against his, sliding her back up his cool, slick chest. She could feel the muscles under his skin, gloriously toned, and shivered in delight as he wrapped her in a scented embrace. Prospero looked on -  perhaps jealous, perhaps amused - as Minos pressed his hands to Solaria's chest, soaking her in a stream of blessed cool water.
	Grinding against Minos' crotch, Solaria beckoned for Prospero to come a little closer. She leaned forwards, pushing her pert backside against Minos even more and rubbing Prospero's crotch through the loincloth he wore. She felt giddy, light headed as the fertility rite continued to influence her thoughts, filling her mind with dirty ideas. The audience had let themselves go completely, random couples stripping off and rutting like feral beasts.
	Somehow, Solaria's gyrations had shaken Minos' loincloth loose and his erection, as cool and slick as the rest of his skin, was sliding between her buttocks. Prospero let his loincloth drop to the floor and allowed Solaria to take his erection, weighing it in her small hand. The fire-blooded man's cock was hot and solid, like a rock drawn from the edge of a volcano. Unable to hold herself back, Solaria lunged forwards, taking the hot organ in her mouth.
	Enclosed within her petite mouth, Prospero's manhood felt massive, as though it could spill out at any minute. Not wanting to be left out, Minos pressed his erection against Solaria's slit. The slick organ glided easily between her lips, entering her in a single joyous moment. Solaria groaned aloud, her eyes rolling back as she enjoyed the feeling of Minos' cock sliding in and out of her. Smiling around her mouthful of Prospero, Solaria began to swirl her tongue around the head of his penis, licking as much of it as she could.
	Reaching between her legs, Solaria spread her lips a little wider, taking Minos deeper into her. Taking a breath through her nose, she pushed her head down against Prospero's shaft, taking more of the organ into her mouth and throat. When the flame haired man's cock was slick with saliva she pulled back, sliding it in and out of her hungry mouth.
	The two men fucked her, matching each others thrusts and teasing her, squeezing her meagre breasts and round ass as she toyed with her clit. Minos was thrusting deeper into her than ever, squeezing cooling water over her with his wandering hands. The water barely had a chance to run down her sweaty body before the heat from Prospero caused it to evaporate, shrouding the trio in a cloud of steam. It was delightful, like pleasuring the two men in a private sauna Solaria thought to herself.
	Solaria groaned deeply, rubbing her clit even harder as she felt her climax build. She pulled her mouth away from Prospero's length, sliding her tongue down the shaft and kissing the base of his erection as Minos slid out of her, grinding his erection between her buttocks. Prospero shuddered as he climaxed, hot seed shooting from the tip of his penis and splattering on Solaria's hair. She laughed, wiggling her backside against Minos as she licked up the rest of Prospero's seed. Minos ejaculated a moment later, a drizzle of cool liquid spurting over Solaria's lower back.
	Sighing happily, Solaria straightened up, allowing her body to droop and wilt against Minos, who caught her and held her close. Noticing that his lover had yet to climax, Minos reached around and began to stroke Solaria's clitoris with one moist finger. Prospero joined in, pushing two fingers past Solaria's lips and probing her sex, reaching for her most sensitive places. Solaria shivered in raw pleasure as the two men lavished attention on her, attending to her every need.
	It wasn't long before Solaria reached her climax. She gasped aloud, muscles in her crotch straining against Prospero's fingers and refusing to let them go. The orgasm blotted out all other thoughts, blinding her with white light and a pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. Solaria knew that the sensation wouldn't last forever but she wished that it would, even if it drove her to the brink of insanity. Eventually, as all things must, the force of the orgasm faded out, leaving her weak and trembling in Minos' cool embrace.
	After finally getting her breath back, Solaria looked out at the crowd. Countless people were  lying in the dirt, clothes thrown carelessly aside as they hurried to join their bodies with each other. The fertility rite had been a great success, and Solaria knew that the coming year would be a kind one. She let her eyes drift shut, smiling softly under the burning noon sun.