The Night Ceremony
The sun went down slowly over Elysara. The sky turned deep orange, then purple. Soon the two moons appeared again — one silver and one soft pink. Their light made everything look magical and dreamy.
Liza felt nervous and excited at the same time. She stood in front of the big mirror in the guest house. Sira had helped her get ready for the night ceremony.
The white gown was gone. Instead, she now wore a beautiful thin silk dress in soft gold color. It was very light and almost transparent. The front was open from her neck down to her navel, showing the inner curves of her full breasts. A thin golden belt held it at her waist. The long skirt had high slits on both sides, so her toned legs showed when she walked. Her long black hair was loose and fell over her shoulders. She wore simple gold earrings and a small bracelet.
She looked at herself. Her green eyes looked brighter. Her skin glowed. The pool water from the morning still seemed to make her body feel sensitive. Even the light touch of the silk on her nipples made them hard.
“You look beautiful,” Sira said softly. Sira herself wore almost nothing — only a small red silk cloth around her hips and gold chains. “Tonight you will see the true power of our island.”
Marcus stood near the door. He wore only loose white pants again. His strong chest and arms were bare. He looked at Liza and his eyes stayed on her body for a long moment. “Liza… are you sure about this? We can still go back to the boat.”
Liza turned to him. “I need to understand, Marcus. My father is here. The answers are here. I have to see the ceremony.”
They walked together to the main temple area. Drums were already beating — slow, deep, and rhythmic. The sound entered Liza’s body and made her heart beat in the same rhythm.
The open ground in front of the temple was lit with many small fires and glowing flowers. About fifty people were there. Most women wore little clothing or beautiful silk wraps. The men were mostly naked or wore only small cloths. Many men knelt happily beside the women.
High Priestess Lira stood in the centre on a raised stone platform. She looked powerful and beautiful. Her full body was oiled and shining. Gold chains decorated her large breasts and hips. She raised her hands and the drums became louder.
“Tonight we celebrate the gift of pleasure!” Lira called out. Her voice was strong and clear. “Women lead. Men serve. Desire is our strength!”
The women cheered. Some men bowed their heads in respect.
The ceremony began. First, a group of young women danced in the firelight. Their bodies moved freely. Their breasts and hips swayed with the drums. They touched each other while dancing — soft kisses, gentle caresses. The men watched with adoration.
Liza sat on a soft cushion near the front. Sira sat beside her. Marcus sat on her other side, looking tense.
One by one, some men were called forward. A strong handsome man knelt in front of a woman. She smiled and guided his head between her legs. He started pleasing her with his mouth while she stroked his hair. The woman moaned softly and moved her hips. Everyone watched without shame.
Liza’s breath became faster. Heat grew between her legs again. She pressed her thighs together, but the silk dress made it worse. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin cloth.
Sira leaned close and whispered, “Do you like what you see? Here, a man’s greatest joy is to give pleasure to a woman.”
Liza nodded slowly. She could not lie. The sight was making her very wet.
Then Lira looked directly at Liza. “Our guest from outside world — Liza Voss. Come forward.”
Liza’s heart jumped. Everyone looked at her. She stood up. Her legs felt weak, but she walked to the platform. The slits in her dress showed her legs with every step.
Lira smiled. “You have felt the pool. You have tasted our kiss. Now choose — watch, or take part.”
Liza looked at the crowd. Her father was sitting on the side, watching with a calm, proud smile. Marcus looked worried but his eyes were dark with desire.
Liza took a deep breath. “I… I want to watch first.”
Lira nodded. She clapped her hands. Two strong men came forward and knelt in front of Liza. They looked up at her with respect and hunger.
“You may command them,” Lira said. “Tell them what you want. They will obey.”
Liza felt a rush of power. She had never felt this before. She looked at the two men. They were handsome, muscular, and ready to serve.
“Touch my legs,” she said in a quiet voice.
The men gently placed their warm hands on her calves and slowly moved upward. Their fingers traced her smooth skin through the high slits of the dress. The touch sent shivers through her body.
“Higher,” Liza whispered.
Their hands moved up her thighs. The silk dress opened more. Liza’s breathing became heavy. She felt very wet now. One man leaned forward and kissed the inside of her thigh softly.
Liza gasped. Pleasure shot through her. She looked at Marcus. He was watching with intense eyes. His hands were clenched.
Sira stood up and came behind Liza. She put her hands on Liza’s waist and whispered in her ear, “You are doing well. Feel the power. Women take. Men give.”
The drums beat faster. More couples and groups started their intimate acts around the fire. Moans and cries of pleasure filled the night air. Some women rode their men openly. Others received oral pleasure while kissing other women.
Liza felt dizzy with desire. The man kissing her thigh moved higher. His lips were very close to her most sensitive place.
She was about to say “stop”… but the word did not come.
Instead, she put her hand on his head and guided him gently closer.
A soft moan escaped her lips.
At that moment, she understood what her grandfather had tried to tell her.
Elysara was not just an island.
It was a living desire.
And she was no longer fighting it.
She was beginning to enjoy it.
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