Author's note: This story takes place in a historical fiction/fantasy setting, long before modern technology. All characters are 18 or older.
The small city of Kezawa lay nestled along the banks of the Black River, an oasis in the surrounding desert. The modest mud brick homes of the lower classes gave way to luxurious villas of pale stone, resplendent with columns and airy courtyards. Exotic palm trees towered over the bustling street of merchants and traders, selling everything from fruits to jewellry and tokens of the gods. Kezawa was a peaceful trading hub, untouched by the conflicts of distant lands.
All of this was lost on Priya as she lay in her bed, morning sunlight beginning to stream into the open windows. The arid climate necessitated bare windows, which were usually left uncovered by curtains or wooden shutters to allow in the breeze. If the nights did turn cold, Priya and her family used small iron braziers and warm furs to stave off the drafts. Their small villa was situated more on the outskirts of town, so the bustle of the main thoroughfare did not disturb her family.
Priya's heart fluttered slightly as she thought of the events to come, and her groin began to throb. She had recently celebrated the eighteenth anniversary of her birth, and she was now a full woman to her people. The people of the Black Riverlands were sensual and passionate; sex was revered and cherished. As her body began to mature and blossom, she could only watch longingly the courtship of those older than her, yet her developing body demanded more.
Sex was not taboo amongst her people, so privacy was not a priority. When one couple in a household decided to pursue their lusts, they could easily be heard behind the sheer curtains that served as inner room doors. Some Kezawans did not even bother seeking any privacy at all when the mood took them, having sex wherever they desired. Priya and her older sister had spent many nights eavesdropping on the nightly couplings of her parents. Generally, public sex was not uncommon in Kezawa, and certain places in the city were especially known for amorous activities. Priya wasn't entirely sure if it was normal for a couple to copulate as much as her parents did, since they seemed to do it nearly every day. She made a mental note to ask her sister about that aspect of married life the next time they met.
Her mother, Zirah, had told her that today would be the start of her initiation into womanhood, to prepare her for the pleasures of love. Priya's hands moved down to the small tips of her nipples as she fantasized about the events to come. She gasped softly as she teased and pulled the erect buds. Her vulva throbbed and ached in response, and she moved one hand down to the pink, swollen folds. Her finger dipped in between to caress the little nub, and her thighs quivered as she played with herself. Priya had spent many nights exploring her body and learning to bring herself to climax. She longed to feel the touch of a lover, to feel the sacred union between man and woman.
Down the hall, she heard a soft moan. Excitedly, she realized her mother and father were beginning to make love. Priya lay quietly, eager to hear the sounds of their coupling. Soon she heard a muffled slapping sound, and the creaking of a bed. Her mother's moans and cries became more frequent, only interrupted by her father's grunts and groans.
Priya spread her legs wantonly, dipping a finger into her eager hole to spread more of the wetness across her full lips. Her legs shook slightly as she rapidly rubbed the swelling bud between her labia. She tried to fight the building pleasure, but she felt her climax coming swiftly and she let it consume her. Priya cried out as her entire body stiffened; waves of pleasure pounded through her body, centering deep in her groin and lower belly.
Trembling, she brought her hand to her mouth and smelled the sweet, slightly musky odor. She licked and sucked the slippery liquid from her fingers. Priya noticed the passionate sounds from her parents' room were still happening. Intrigued, she rose from the bed, her feet touching the smooth stone floor.
She took a thin robe from the cedar chest by her bed and wrapped it around her body, enjoying the feeling of the silky material against her supple skin. The thin robe did little to cover her womanly figure; anyone could easily see the tempting curves beneath. Such sheer garments were common in the home but also at the rumored fertility festivals, which she had not yet experienced. Her cousin had once told her of lascivious feasts where public coupling was encouraged to honor the gods of lust and sex. Such feasts undoubtedly resulted in hundreds of swelling bellies amongst the Kezawan women. Priya longed to experience the wild lust for herself, perhaps with a young, virile man she didn't even know.
Priya crept down the quiet, dark corridor to her parents' suite. The adjacent bedroom lay mostly empty, as her sister Nefera had since wed and left to be with her husband. The servants' quarters were across the courtyard, by the kitchen and sitting rooms. Her family was affluent enough to have a small staff, but it was nothing compared to the most elite members of Kezawan society. The walls were sparsely yet tastefully decorated with tapestries and murals of natural scenes or depictions of the gods.
At the end of the hall, Priya peered through the thin curtains, captured by the scene before her. Her mother rested on her elbows with her rear exposed and legs spread. Her father was thrusting eagerly behind her, his hands grasping her hips. Zirah's full breasts were shaking from each thrust, and her face was twisted into ecstasy. Priya had witnessed such coupling by dogs in the street, with the male mounting from behind. The wooden bedframe creaked from her father's rapid movements.
"Yes, yes, take me!" her mother screamed. Zirah moaned and cried out as her orgasm came. Her husband, Nabek, gave a few more forceful thrusts and groaned. He leaned over Zirah, panting as his seed spilled into her waiting hole. He softly kissed Zirah's back and withdrew his manhood once the spurts had ceased. Priya stared at the erect shaft, and saw white liquid dripping from the tip. Her parents collapsed into the blankets, skin glistening from the enthusiastic exertion. Nabek's cock slowly grew limp as he rested next to his wife. Zirah's legs were askew, and Priya admired her mother's beautiful womanhood. Her pubic mound was shaven, so the puffy lips and swollen, rosy folds were prominently displayed. A trickle of Nabek's seed spilled from the opening to her womb.
Priya's heart beat rapidly as she watched the end of her parents' coupling. Despite her recent orgasm, her womanly parts were throbbing with need again, and her slick wetness dripped onto her thighs. Zirah and Nabek were now resting in a peaceful embrace, enveloped by the soft sheets. Reluctantly, Priya left them.
She considered returning to her chamber to ease her lust a second time, but her hunger convinced her to visit the kitchens to break her fast. Priya stepped into the courtyard and cool morning air. Inhaling deeply, she admired the pink and lavender hues of the sunrise. At the center of the courtyard, there was a small pool filled with lilies and brightly colored fish. Priya stopped to admire the clouds' reflections upon the still water, and she felt something soft brush against her legs.
"Mika!" she exclaimed happily, and bent down to pet the striped feline. Mika was one of the cherished resident cats, who not only hunted vermin but provided warm company as well. The cat purred and jumped onto the edge of the pool, tail high in the air. "Don't fall into the pool again, Mika," Priya admonished her. "I know the fish are enticing, but they are not for eating!" Mika gave a small meow in response.
