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A young woman, who had just ripened this year, Anqqa, of eighteen annual harvests, kneeled on the dusty ground. On this plateau on the side of the volcano, there was a distinct smell of sulphur, as well as the salt blowing off the shore meters below. The dust on the ground was soft and powdery, having been trodden by so many feet before hers. The reborn sun was kissing the horizon, the warm rays disappearing into the ocean.

Anqqa looked up. The father of the tribe looked down at her from the worn stone plinth, stood on by all fathers of the tribe, right back to when the fire god erupted from the realm of the ocean god and made their home, the island of Tu Rai.

Anqqa took a deep, slow, steadying breath as the father looked at her. She hoped the attire she had fashioned was pleasing to the father and the gods. Her string, netted tunic hung over her youthful body, her pert breasts and erect nipples visible through the symmetrical spaces she had spent months crafting.

The father banged his staff on the plinth.

"Anqqa, maiden of our tribe, are you ready to become a maid?"

Anqqa was shuddering with readiness. Her heart hammered in her chest, and her mother's opening was leaking with anticipation, a warm, tangy scent rising to her nose.

The excitement filled her for she had wanted this moment for some time. She had come here with her tribe all her life to watch maidens become maids. This festival at the rebirth of the sun, saw ripe maidens mated and bred by the ...

... studs of the tribe for the pleasure of the mother, the life god.

"I am ready to become a maid," replied Anqqa, with a steady voice which almost hid her nerves and excitement.

The father raised his staff.

"She is ready. Come forth, stud, and mate with your maiden."

Anqqa almost dared not look. Who had the father chosen for her? Every head of her tribe, all sat around the plateau, looked over to the east. Every eye hungry and lusting to see Anqqa's mating. Some of the studs sat around were already very obviously erect.

Now Anqqa's heart really began to race, her mouth watered, and her unsuckled breasts heaved.

Just don't let it be Gar Ey, Anqqa prayed to the gods. Gar Ey was lazy, deceitful, and, Anqqa thought, likely to be unimpressive of manhood.

The figure of her stud stood in silhouette against the morning sky. He walked slowly, steadily striding forwards.

He was, of course, wearing the bull's head of the festival, which he would remove, and his pelvic garment. As he came closer, Anqqa could see his pelvic garment was beautiful, she was sure a tribal maid or maiden had fashioned it for him. This was a good sign, a stud whom maids would help.

The stud finally stood in front of her. He was tall and toned. Anqqa swallowed hard. Her mating hole was physically parting with lust, she could feel a grasping desire in her loins, an urgent need to have a stud fill her.

She was relieved. It was not Gar Ey, too tall to be Gar Ey. It had to either be Ru Rei or ...