Ritual of passion

Ernest’s brain rapidly analyzed the situation in front of him. Some sort of symbological ritual magic had ensnared Opera and perfectly posed her in the most sensual way possible. Her body looked flexed to erotically show off every curve and line in her feminine form. Her breasts looked like they were somehow resting perfectly so that they were perfectly rounded and on the cusp of sagging with out actually doing so. And Opera’s bosom, while not gigantic, was definitely large enough to normally have a little bit of sagging. Her nipples were sticking out prominently from her dark areola. Even her blonde hair was hanging in such a way that perfectly framed her face.

“Can you move at all?” Ernest resisted the urge to dash in and try to pull her out. The ritual could just as easily ensnare him.

Opera twitched as she tried to yank her arms and move her legs. Her body barely even shook despite her pulling with all her might. “No. I don’t think I can even move a muscle.”

Ernest frowned and slowly stepped around the symbol until he was behind Opera. With her legs raised and spread, and her back arched, both her pussy and her anus were perfectly displayed to him. Her labia appeared to be slightly spread. Ernest tried to remain focused on critically assessing the situation, but he could feel a stirring in his loins as his baser needs reacted to the intense eroticism. He knew Opera thought he was oblivious to her charms, but that wasn’t the case. He was just as hot blooded as the next man, he just also got easily caught up in his intellectual pursuits. It was the curse of genius. Right now though, he was able to bring both passions together.

Opera tried to twist her ankle but couldn’t even manage wiggling a toe. “I…I think my photon pistol is near my foot. If you can reach it, you can try blasting the symbol to see if it breaks the spell.”

“Opera!” Ernest was aghast. As far as he could tell, while she was completely ensnared, Opera did not seem to be in any immediate danger. Destroying a potential archeological site was an **** measure to be avoided unless absolutely necessary. Plus, he was quite enjoying admiring the view while trying to puzzle out the symbological ritual.

“Do you have a better idea?” Opera’s body was beginning to feel flush from exertion. Wait, no. She didn’t feel like she was exerted. She felt…aroused. Ernest didn’t respond and she couldn’t turn her head to see what he was doing behind her. “Ernest? Do you have a plan?”

Ernest’s mind was analyzing the symbols on the floor while his eyes watched Opera’s labia begin to glisten with moisture and then slowly drip. With her body perfectly positioned, her arousal dripped straight downward, instead of sliding along her thighs, forming a long glistening, gooey strand that stretched obscenely between her legs. He noted a couple of identical symbols on the ground directly behind Opera and began slowly walking around the larger symbol again, trying to see how the other symbols were laid out.

As Ernest came into her periphery and then directly in front of her, she noted that while he was definitely studying the symbol, his eyes were equally on her, and they burned with a hunger she hadn’t seen in some time. Well, at least something good has come out of all this. Her arousal grew higher and it had nothing to do with the ritual. She could easily make out the bulge in Ernest’s pants.

As he passed directly in front of Opera, Ernest noted that her mouth was slightly parted and she’d begun to pant slowly. Her breasts gently swayed as she took in breaths of air. He smirked mischievously at her and she smiled back eagerly. He continued his circuit until he was behind Opera once again. Her pussy looked even more inviting that it had before. The labia had opened further and it was obvious she was drenched with arousal, even without the line of it still dripping out of her. Feeling confident that he understood at least the basics of the symbol, he began to shed his clothes.

Opera could hear clothing rustling and felt her heart quicken. Is he? Hands settled on her hips and a cock thrust deep inside of her, easily penetrating her until she felt her lover’s hips slap up against her ass. “YESSSSS!” She cried out exultantly.

As soon as Ernest had stepped onto the two symbols he’d noted, symbological rings had formed around his wrists and ankles, locking him into the ritual as he had predicted. An invisible **** seemed to possess his body, guiding his actions as he sank his cock deep inside of Opera. With her body locked in the position it was, she could do nothing but accept his thrusts. Her body was completely his to ravage, but the ritual compelled his movements just as much as it trapped hers. He held onto her hips and gave constant deep firm thrusts into her, always to the hilt, allowing his pelvis to slap up against her glorious ass.

Months of neglect had left Opera in a **** need for a good fucking and she was finally getting it. She cried out as she felt an orgasm build and then gasped when the pleasure and pressure sat right on the cusp of tipping over into bliss but refused to take the plunge. Please let me cum! She tried to howl in frustration, but her mouth spoke completely different words. “My body begins the ascent to ecstasy.”

Ernest was surprised when he found himself responding to her. “Exult in this offering, holding nothing back.” Must be some verbal part of the ritual. The symbol beneath them glowed a little brighter and he began to move his hips a little faster, still fully penetrating Opera with each thrust.

Ernest’s cock was a pulsing rod of heat and pleasure as it relentlessly plumbed Opera’s pussy. Her **** need to cum only grew and grew as more and more pleasure suffused her body. Like an immense body of water barely being held back by a flimsy dam, she felt her orgasm was almost within reach. “My gift grows but the vessel has room for more.” The symbol glowed even brighter as she spoke the strange words.

Ernest began thrusting his cock even faster, still always fully penetrating Opera with each thrust. His mind tried to catalogue everything that was happening, to analyze later, as his baser needs were beginning to override most of his thinking. Opera repeated her previous line, the symbol glowed brighter, and Ernest increased his tempo again. Their pace now had them both frequently grunting and moaning from pleasure. Opera's body was beginning to spasm almost constantly as she yearned to take the final leap into a full orgasm. Twice more the symbol's glowing brightness increased and each time, Ernest's thrusting sped up until it reached the point that his cock was pistoning in and out of her with all the fury and passion he could muster. Each time he fully hilted hard enough to cause her ass to ripple from the impact. The part of him that was still analyzing everything was impressed at how the ritual allowed him to maintain full penetrating thrusts with such velocity. The rest of him just felt his own orgasm rapidly approaching. “I grow ready to fill you with the final offering.”

Please let that mean what I think it does. Opera pleaded as the ritual spoke through her. “Let us join together in an offering.”

“RECEIVE OUR OFFERING OF ECSTASY!” Opera and Ernest cried out in unison as he slammed his cock as hard as he could into her and began filling her with his seed. The dam holding back her orgasm burst and Opera’s cry turned into a guttural screech as it felt like she was hit with multiple orgasms all stacked on top of each other. Ernest was groaning loudly as he continued to pump a surprisingly large amount of cum into Opera.

Magenta light swirled around and over them as it coalesced into a column shooting up into the crystal above them. It was like the light was taking all their pleasure and feeding it into the crystal. Both lovers moaned gutturally as the light flowed into the crystal and it grew brighter and brighter. As the last of the light slipped up into the crystal, Ernest and Opera collapsed onto the floor as the crystal fired an intense beam of light in the direction of the temple.

Opera found herself gasping for breath as she lay partially on Ernest and partially on the floor. It felt like gallons of cum were leaking out of her and she briefly hoped that the ritual hadn’t interfered with her Intrauterine Symbol, otherwise the House of Vectra might get the heir it wanted a lot sooner than she was ready for. That worry aside, she felt good. Really good. Compelled by a ritual or not, their love making had been everything she’d been wanting. With a silly smile on her face, Opera pulled herself more fully onto Ernest’s chest and rested her head against his sternum. She could hear his heart beating rapidly still.

Ernest ran his hands along Opera’s back, feeling her flush skin and stroking her long blonde hair. “In the long list of traps I’ve encountered on archeological expeditions, this one is probably the first I’m not complaining about.”

Opera chuckled against his chest. “Not sure this counts as a trap, but I’m also not going to complain about it.” She drew a lazy pattern on his chest with her finger.

“You know…” Ernest sounded a little playful. “It probably wouldn’t hurt to see the ritual one more time. Purely for…scientific research.”

Despite feeling a little exhausted from their ordeal, Opera was already rolling off of Ernest. She smiled eagerly as she stepped into the center of the symbol and it lit up again.