The fateful night

Finally the night comes. You are waiting, kneeling inside the sorcerer’s tent. His many wives are sitting in a circle surrounding you. A mix of brown skinned beauties going from light olive to dark black, all naked except for the ritualistic symbols painted in white on their skin.

You’ve ingested a potion a few hours earlier to facilitate the trance and it is already taking effect; you feel a bit sick, and are starting to suffer some small hallucinations. You sometimes believe the symbols painted on the women’s skin are actually moving!

K’wanik enters the tent. He looks imposing and tall in the torches’ light. The old man you are used to is gone as he looks like he has lost 20 years. His chest is bare and covered with sinuous tattoos that somehow, you get the intuition are full of power. He starts chanting some unknown incantation and throws some herbs into the fire that produces a cloud of green smoke. You coughs and your dizziness increases even more. His women pick up the chant and you feel a strange warmth spread within you.

You realize that this is arousal that you feel, but stronger than anything you’ve ever felt. Suddenly you notice like never before the women’s full breasts, their pointy nipples, the slight sheen of transpiration that highlights the perfect curves of their flesh...

Everything stats turning and your hallucinations worsen. You decide to close your eyes.

When you open them again, you notice Ean’milia in the back of the tent. You didn’t saw her when you entered, but she is here, naked except for the ritualistic tracings painted on her dark skin, just like all the women here tonight. She’s staring at you with a concerned expression. You realize she probably attended the ceremony to check on you.

You are sweating, your body hyperventilating. You're starting to believe you might have made a mistake.

Finally you hear a deep booming voice resonating in your head.

“So another son of Adam comes asking for my power...”

You close your eyes and a stream of images pass through your mind. You see humanoid beings, but taller than any man or woman you ever met. Some are of a perfect physique, paragons of male or female beauty, while some others possess monstrous and bizarre features, but all possess an incredible presence.

Then you see strange creatures of blue, red or gray skin sporting wings and other inhuman attributes. You see incredibly beautiful gray skinned women that look like sensuality incarnate with their perfectly round asses and firm supple breasts. But the horns that adorn their faces betray their devilish nature while their smile betray a predator’s hunger...

It starts to become too much and you pass out.