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The sky was growing dim. The logs for the bonfire were piled high. Tonight was the night.
One by one, a row of drummers marched onto the field, beating as they went. The crowd started filing in, each dressed in their finest traditional garb. A woman came forward and stood at the center.
The drumming stopped.
“Ladies and Gentlemen!” she began. “A hearty welcome to clan McMillan!”
The gathering on one side of the clearing cheered loudly. “And a hearty welcome to clan Fitzgibbons!” The group on the right side whooped and hollered.”
“Too long we have warred with one another. Tonight marks the beginning of true peace between our two great clans. Alone, we were strong. Together, we will be a force to be reckoned with!” With that, a man with a torch lit the bonfire. The crowd cheered enthusiastically as it burst into flame.
“Clan McMillan, you may present your delegate!” A handful of women appeared. They were escorting a beautiful young woman named Coira between them. She was adorned in jewelry and flowers. She had been bathed in oils and fragrances all week in preparation for this honor.
“Clan Fitzgibbons, you may present your delegate!” A young maiden was marched forth on their side named Rose. They sat her at a wooden throne, carved intricately by her kinfolk. She looked down, obviously nervous.
“As you know, when two clans join their spirits as one, they offer themselves to one another- honest, naked, and true. Clan Fitzgibbons, what do you offer?”
The leader of Clan Fitzgibbons stood up. He was a muscular, charismatic man, a born leader. “We offer our honesty.”
The drummers started to drum. The two women behind him started unlacing the front of their maiden’s dress. Rose kept her head down, sitting still while they did their work.
“We offer our loyalty.” The two women removed her bodice and pulled out her stay, leaving only her shift. They tugged at her sleeve. It fell easily, exposing her naked breasts to the crowd. The crowd cheered. She was bonnie, and her boobs looked beautiful lit only by the fire. She blushed.
“We offer ourselves freely and openly.” The women pulled Rose’ skirts up. The maiden crossed her legs in a futile attempt at modesty. The drums rolled. The women each took one of her knees, and yanked her legs open.
The crowd whooped and hollered in agreement. The lass sat there helplessly, her boobs exposed to the cold night air and her legs being held open. She knew it was an honor, but it was still discomfiting to be so exposed in front of all her friends and family and these strangers.
“Do you accept our offering, Clan McMillan?” Laird Dougal, laird of the McMillans, stood up and walked over to them. He looked the lass up and down. He ducked his head, inspecting Rose’ genitals. Her chest rose and fell with her breath. She made eye contact with him and quickly looked away.
“Aye, I do.” he said. The crowd cheered again. It was Clan McMillan’s turn to present their offering. “And for our part,” Laird Dougal announced, “We offer our allegiance.”
Coira, the young woman on the other side, was stood up and removed of her skirts and petticoats. They piled up around her ankles. She kept her head held high and stepped out of them.
“We offer our protection.” The women worked fast, unlacing and untying. The lass stood just in her shift now. Her long hair cascaded down in front of her, but you could see her hard nipples through her shift.
“And we offer our devotion.” With that, the women dropped Coira’s shift, revealing the maiden’s naked body in one dramatic gesture. She stood bare amongst her peers, all of whom were cheering her on. She smiled a little, appreciating their encouragement.
“Do you accept our offering, Clan Fitzgibbons?” Laird Fitzgibbons walked over, making a big deal of gracing Clan McMillan with his presence.
“I do,” he said. Both clans yelled and applauded.
The announcer stood back up. “Clan McMillan, Clan Fitzgibbons, please take time to properly lubricate your delegates.”
The women on both sides began stroking and kissing the bodies of their maidens. The goal was to stimulate them in preparation to take in the Lairds.
Rose had been told what would happen, and had agreed to it… but no one had ever touched her nipple let alone sucked on it the way they were right now. The burning and aching and tingling in her body was something her body had never experienced before. She tried not to squirm around as the ladies ran their fingers up her thighs. They pulled at her legs, and she resisted. She had gotten very wet down there, and was reluctant for her friends to see it.
The lass of Clan Fitzgibbons, meanwhile, was better prepared. She had been touched in training all month to prepare her for the ceremony. She had even had increasingly larger carved wood inserted into her, to stretch her vagina in preparation for this evening. She was determined to do well, and bring honor to her family- her brothers, cousins, and friends. She knew they’d all be watching.
And watch her they did; she was doing them proud. Coira lifted her arms straight up, allowing the the women to kiss her breasts and graze her skin. She moaned and rolled her head back, enjoying the journey of this beautiful ceremony. The drums beat and fire crackled and she had never felt more connected to her inner goddess.
“Now please make sure Laird Fitzgibbons and Laird McMillan are properly readied.” Each Laird had 2 men join him. They helped him take off the complicated kilt that each man wore so proudly.
Rose gasped as she saw Laird Fitzgibbons naked for the first time. The normally formal leader was usually clad in stately and elegant clothing. Now she saw him completely bare, his dick being rubbed and handled by two of her distant cousins. His body responded, his dick slowly become erect in the men’s rough and calloused hands.
Coira, on the other hand, had actually seen Laird McMillan naked before. He had always upheld his duty to keep the clanswomen satiated when their husbands were away. She had once seen him screwing her aunt from behind. Her aunt made such a ruckus screaming his name that Coira had grown quite curious about him herself.
She had taken particular note of his hands. They were large and strong and angular. She couldn’t wait to have them on her skin one day. One day… when she was married and her husband was called away… She would get to see his privates, framed by reddish, curly hair. She craned her neck to get a better look at his body between the men. She wished she were being offered to him instead of the other laird.
“Are the tributes ready?” the woman asked. The women pulled Rose’s legs open, and one of them put a finger to her entrance. She dipped her finger in Rose’s moisture, and then held the finger up like a trophy. Everyone clapped. Rose thought she might die. The same action was taken with Coira. Both girls were primed.
“And are the Lairds properly set?” The men stepped back from their work, revealing the erect members of each Laird to the crowd. Both lairds stood proudly, cocks standing at attention. The fellows had done their jobs well.
“Excellent. It is now time for the ceremonial rite to take place. Gentlemen?”
The two men crossed over to each other clans. People cheered. This treaty had been a long time coming.
Rose’s heart was thumping as Laird McMillan walked up to her. He was handsome and strong, but she could barely pry her eyes off of his bouncing member. She felt funny watching him. Her stomach felt all twisty, and she felt her vagina ache.
Laird McMillan looked her up and down in appreciation. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her long braid rested over her bare shoulders and her perky breasts pointed just right. If she represented their clan’s sentiments towards him, this would be a long and fruitful alliance.
He stepped up close. Rose didn’t move. The drums beat loudly, but she couldn’t even register them. Laird McMillan reached out and cupped her breasts. The crowd cheered again. She looked up at the man with big eyes. He squeezed her boobs in his large hands. Rose suddenly felt so comforted and warm.
Laird McMillan soon began rubbing his penis around her breasts. His dick left a dewy trail of his nectar along her smooth tits. Rose made eye contact with one of her old teachers, who nodded at her encouragingly.
After fondling her for a minute, the Laird took Rose’s hands in his and brought them to his cock. She touched her fingertips to his erection gingerly. She was surprised at how soft his skin was, even as his dick was rock hard. She stroked it carefully. He wrapped his fingers around hers, squeezing her hand tightly around his cock. She was surprised at how good it felt. It made her wetter.
On the other side, Coira welcomed Laird Fitzgibbons to their clan by kneeling in front of him. She immediately took him into her mouth to the rousing encouragement of the crowd. She ran her warm tongue around his erection. Laird Fitzgibbons smiled, impressed with her initiative.
The group of spectators formed a circle around the two of them. They watched her give him this gift proudly, cheering her on.
Eventually, the Laird pulled out of Coira and stood her up on her feet. Then he pushed her down onto the throne. She opened her legs to him, revealing her inner tulip to his gaze. He licked his lips. He rushed forward and started to penetrate her. She had been practicing for this. She rolled her head and moaned as he pushed inside her.
Those over in the Clan McMillan circle began to disrobe. When they were all finally naked, the drums made a certain beat. The kinfolk wove in and out of each other, dancing in time to the beat.
The drums stopped. They each froze in place. Some were next to a spouse, some next to a friend, some next to a cousin. The drums beat a 2nd time, and they each knelt- tall, knees on the ground. The drums made a final beat, and they all knew what to do. They each put their right hand on the genitals of the person next to them.
People in the group swallowed and flinched and tried to play it cool while their privates were being touched by the person on their left. Chain reactions would start where one person would feel someone squeeze them, who in turn would grip the person next to them harder, who would in turn grab the next person harder.
In the middle of all this was Rose, holding tight onto the sides of the throne while Laird Fitzgibbons screwed her. He was seizing her tits in his hands and she had her legs wrapped around him. Normally quiet and reserved, she began losing herself in the pleasure of this, squealing and peeping in spit of herself.
and gyrating her hips in time with his. She didn’t know her body was capable of this sort of feeling.
On the other side was Coira, and she was deep in the throws of passion with this older Laird McMillan. Two women had seen to it that she would have maximum pleasure during the ceremony, and they were caressing and pinching her breasts while she hosted Laird McMillan inside of her.
Her training and practice had paid off; she felt like a goddess in their hands. She had never been stimulated this much and her body felt incredible. She gyrated her hips. She shook her hair in the cool wind. She lifted her arms straight up, to give free access to the women at her sides. Her young breasts bounced up and down in the light of the fire.
Around her, the group was stroking and petting each other. The drums sounded again- a signal to remix. This time they crawled on their hands and knees to weave between each other. Boobs swung pendulously, and hips swayed. People stole looks at each other’s wet thighs or erect penises as they crawled.
Peoples hopes rose and fell as they crawled between potential partners. Some secretly wanted to touch a friend’s wife. Some secretly wanted to touch their best friend. All were acting like they weren’t watching each other’s naked bodies.
The drums stopped. They froze in place. The drums pulsed again, and they each knelt on the ground. The drums pulsed again, and they all touched the person on their right and began fondling. It was totally random- men who had never touched another man found themselves cupping one’s balls. Women who had never touched women were slipping their fingers up in their warm, squishy vaginas.
Across the clearing, Laird Fitzgibbons cried out, beginning the climb towards release. Rose’s eyes were big- she wasn’t sure exactly how this would feel. But everything was in motion and their was no stopping now.
The moderator announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, it is time. Please watch the lairds closely to ensure the ceremony is performed fully.”
With that, everyone in both circles turned to face the centers. They watched the Lairds defiling the maidens. The maidens writhed beneath the Lairds. The men in the group pumped themselves furiously, aiming their cocks towards the center. The women gratified themselves while they watched.
Rose was a bit embarrassed by all the attention to her and her naked body. But it was thrilling at the same time. She liked how it felt. Laird McMillan was making a face that almost looked pained. She glanced around the circle at her family and friends. There were so many erections, so many naked bodies watching, practically worshipping at her feet.
Laird McMillan cock twitched. His balls tightened. His pleasure mounted. He finally exploded inside this fair maiden, letting loose his warm seed. The release felt incredible, and he continued rocking in and out of her and he spurted rope after rope.
Laird Fitzgibbons came inside of Coira, as well. She relished it, knowing she had performed her duty well. All around her in the circle, a fountain of ejaculate sprang forth from man after man. It was beautiful, really, each person losing control and contributing to their seed to this historic night.
Everyone had lost their inhibitions. Women showcased their clitoris to people across the circle. Men aimed their explosions at the young lady in the center, and got thrills from their friends seeing them erect. Coira saw one of her friends quiver in the circle, and felt titillated to know it was because of her.
Slowly both groups slowed down and stopped to catch their breaths.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” announced the Moderator. “The ritual has been ratified, and I declare your union… official.” Everyone clapped.
“There is a basin here. Of course each clan will wash their maiden first, and then everyone may clean themselves afterward. Here’s to a long and happy alliance!”
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