Rogue explores the area

This looked as good a spot as any for Rogue to catch her breath, so she waded into the pool and washed herself off of the dirt and grime she had picked up. There was a huge relief as she felt her skin clean of all the mud, earth and leaves that she had just rolled through to get here. It also felt good to finally get away from that jungle humidity. In fact, this little area seemed like a hidden paradise. She did wonder about the naked statues though. They formed a semi circle, facing the waterfall.

The X-woman waded over to the waterfall and let the cold water rain down on her body. It was an exhilarating feeling, being out in the jungle with nothing to cover herself with. It didn’t matter though, because not a soul was around to see her. She could be one with nature without being shamed by a prude society.

As she enjoyed the torrent of water, she could see behind the curtain, where the erotic stone statues continued on and completed the circle. She stepped through the waterfall to explore further. This was a sort of temple with an altar at the center. There were foreign symbols carved into the stone floor and braziers adorned the stone room. None of them were lit, so Rogue felt safe in the fact that they haven’t been in use recently. Still, there was nothing here for her to use to get home, so she decided to move on before the owner of the place arrived.

Moving away from the loud rushing of the waterfall, the white striped brunette heard a noise in the distance. She hid behind the statues and perked her ears, listening more intently. She could make out a procession of drum beats. They sounded close too. The shower must have masked their noise until it was too late. The beats were gradually getting louder. There was no time to escape into the jungle foliage, so Rogue quickly went back under the waterfall for a better hiding spot. With the cliff face behind her and a statue in front of her, Rogue crouched low and watched as the party entered the temple.

They arrived dressed in primitive loincloths with basic looking weapons hanging off twine harnesses wrapped around their arms, legs and chests. They filed in, two by two with the four in the rear carrying something. As they came closer, Rogue could see that they carried a captive, tied and hanging off two wooden poles. She also realized that all the captors were female. She counted 8 of them in total, not including their prisoner. They carried the captive up to the altar where they set him down.

The lead amazon took center stage while the others formed up in front of her. Unlike the others, the lead wore a robe and underneath, her body was covered in decorative paint. Rogue could only guess these had something to do with whatever ritual they were up to here.

“My sisters,” she announced, ceremoniously. “We gather today to pay tribute to the goddess of fertility so that we may gain her blessing and strengthen our tribe with new spawn. May you bear fruit today through our goddess’ will.”

“Yes priestess,” the retinue of women chanted in unison.

“Prepare the sacrifice,” the priestess ordered.

The women took the captive to the altar and tied him down so that his arms and legs were bound to the four corners of the stone slab. Others lit up the braziers so that the shadows danced in the background while the clandestine event took place.

The man struggled to break free, but his bindings were too tight. He settled back onto the stone. The priestess turned to him and Rogue held still. They were all facing her direction now and it gave her an uneasy feeling.

“First we prepare for the mating process…” the priestess announced, pulling a vial out from under her cloak. She held it high for everyone to see, then uncorked it and took a whiff of its contents. She took a deep breath and exhaled, appearing more invigorated. She then turned the vial over and dumped the contents over the man on the altar.

The man made muffled cries and jostled around, but remained stuck. Rogue figured that he must have been gagged, which was why he wasn’t saying anything. The priestess stepped down and another amazon took her place. She bent close to the man and inhaled deeply, taking in the fumes of the spilled potion. She exhaled and squeezed her breasts together, then she stepped out of her loincloth and started to rub herself, getting the same invigorated response as the priestess. She took out her fingers, covered in her own liquid and drew a line with it under the man’s nose. She stepped down and another woman took her place. She repeated the previous amazon’s actions, catching a scent of the strange brew and becoming charged up because of it.

“Behold!” the priestess declared, pointing at the man. “Our goddess answers our calls!”

The man’s penis stood fully erect. Whatever was in those vials was clearly an aphrodisiac. The man continued to struggle in his binds, but her body started to writhe and fidget more than twist and turn.

One by one, the women took turns doing the same thing, breathing in, stripping down and pasting their pheromones under their victim’s nose. Rogue started to notice the scent as well, it was a sweet smell, almost like candy, but with a mind clearing effect, like getting a good whiff of peppermint.

The women continued with their ritual until each of them had a turnt. The last tribal stepped back and joined her sisters in a semi circle around their captive.

They made a low chant in an unknown language, but the rhythmic tones were doing something to Rogue’s body. She felt hot from the inside and did her best to remain still, but felt the need to undulate her body like the women were doing for their ceremony.

The amazons soon were lost in a carnal dance, touching and caressing one another’s naked bodies while one of their number climbed on top of the man on the altar. She stood on all fours and began to lick and kiss the sacrifice’s manhood. It was already as hard as rock, but she sucked on it just the same. She ran her hands over his chest and stomach, spreading the liquid from the vial deeper into his skin.

Through his gag, the man groaned. The woman then hovered her body over his stretched out form and slid her hands over her pussy. She started to rub herself, opening up her folds as she bobbed her hips up and down. She dabbed herself against the prick of the man’s penis, tapping it enough to stretch out his precum like a pull of melted cheese. Soon her snatch was being coated in his juices and she stretched herself wider to take more of him in.

The women in the circle were fully engaged in touching and kissing as their sister finally plunged the stud’s cock up her pussy hole. She moaned, bottoming out on his base. He groaned too, through his covered mouth. The mating ritual had begun!

Rogue’s mind felt foggy. She wasn’t sure what to do here. She was so tempted to walk over and join the orgy, but knew it was the effect of that aphrodisiac.

Another option was to leave these people. They looked to be distracted, so she could probably get away without difficulty, but that would mean leaving the captive behind. The priestess called him a sacrifice, so the x-women had the sense that, despite what it looked like now, he was in danger. Her instincts told her to rescue the captive, but she was wary that this might be a trap. She could wait until something threatening happened, but the longer she waited around, the larger the chance that she would be spotted.