Birth of a Goddess Ch. 03

Mom took my hand and walked me through the door of the bathroom and into the bedroom that she shared with my father. It was dimly lit by candles as well. Small flickering votives were everywhere, giving the room such an inviting atmosphere and ambient romantic glow. It had been so elegantly decorated for this momentous occasion. The bed's canopy frame had soft pink netting draped all over. More flower petals were scattered on the floor, as well as on the bed. The comforter and top sheet was gone. The only things covering the mattress were the white linen sheet, the scattered pink petals, and a few pillows. It was like a platform or an altar even, ready for ceremony, and my virginal body was going to be the sacrificial offering.

The French doors that lead out onto the patio overlooking the beachfront were open but there were pink netting drapes hanging over the doorway to prevent onlookers, yet allow the rustle of the ocean breezes to flow through the room along with the sound of the crashing waves. These ceremonial curtains seemed to tremble with the slight wind which reminded me of my own little trembles I was currently feeling, excited with anticipation on the precipice of becoming a woman to the fullest.

My father was standing at the foot of the bed with a proud smile on his face. He was wearing a white linen robe with golden embroidered symbols I recognized of our faith. They were symbols of life, health, and fertility. He held out his hand as his eyes reflected the flickering candlelight. My mother, both of us still naked with flowers in our hair, walked me to him and placed my hand in his. She clasped our hands together and then raised them to her lips and kissed the back of my hand, then his, and then breathed the words "My eternal loves..."

She then withdrew and quietly left the room, but exiting through the main door which lead to the house hallway. I did wonder for a very split second where she was going naked in the house with my brothers all home.

I started getting a tad bit nervous and apprehensive. This was my transition, and I did not want to do anything wrong or displeasing. My father let go of my hand and placed both of his on my bare shoulders. He reassured me that everything would be wonderful as he guided me through my transition from a girl to a woman. He told me that the first part of the ancient rite is that he would help me learn and experience my own body, and then the next step after would be to learn my powers over the body of my mate and how to use them. Then to make the sacred transition complete he would teach me how the bodies then work together to unite as one, and would gift me more of his life-giving seed, the very seed that was responsible for the creation of me in my own mother's womb. This would consecrate me as a true woman.

I felt a swarm of butterflies in my stomach at the surge of emotions at all he just explained. I had walked across the threshold of this room as a teenage girl but would leave a woman with life-giving and altering power.

He pulled me to the bed and directed me to lie down. He separated my legs a bit and had me put my arms at my sides. He was so tender and gentle. He then stood over me and made a few ritual signs and chanted words in the old ancient tongue. He then spoke the transitioning benediction. "Mother and Father of Life, of the Sacred Family, I offer to you our sacred child, for your blessing of power and life, that you would grant that her Life portals to be opened and her Sacred powers to be endowed. Beannaich am boireannach seo."

He then took a small ornate crystal bottle from the bedside table and opened it, and there was an amazing fragrance that wafted through the air from it. He kept repeating, "Beannaich am boireannach seo. Beannaich am boireannach seo. Beannaich am boireannach seo." As he chanted this he drizzled the bottles contents on my lips, down to my chest and over each breast, down my stomach and over my furry mound. It was a light but oily substance and it tingled everywhere it touched.

He replaced the bottle's lid and set it down, then climbing into bed with me. That comforted me, just like it did every night that he had always visited my room to tuck me in, safe and secure. As I laid there on my back looking up at him, he told me what a great honor and gift we have in life to feel pleasure and be able to pleasure the ones we love. That pleasure is also a form of healing and should be used wisely and lovingly.

He paused a moment, looking down at me and my still parted glistening lips from the holy oil. I had been afraid to lick them yet, thinking I might ruin something. He touched my lips with his index finger, rubbing the oil in. "And the lips are the first entrance to the soul and the life portal, so kissing is essential to start the process of it all." He started to kiss me, slowly taking one of my hands in his, resting our clasped hands on my bare stomach.

His kisses warmed me all over. I felt almost dizzy and lightheaded, like I was floating on a cloud. I could taste the blessed oil and it was a spice like I had never known. We kissed for several moments before his tongue started pressing through and into my mouth. It traced and slid along my tongue. My tongue then cautiously pressed forward in return into his mouth. These newly learned kisses were like our tongues were in a frenzied dance. It was giving me sensations that were so powerful over my body. I felt like my body was tinder being lit ablaze.

He soon pulled away and stated that kisses didn't have to be just for the lips, that we're meant to kiss our lovers wherever they ached and needed nurturing. The lips were helpers to soothe and heal. He then began to trace the path of the drizzled oil I had been anointed with. Placing a trail of kisses on my chin, down my throat, and then pausing and gently sucking a few places on my neck. He kept going downward, and at times his kisses turned to licks. He traced the oil downward to my breasts. My breathing started to grow heavy. Something powerful was taking over my body. The ritual must be taking true effect.

He slowly kissed and licked his way to my breasts. He flicked his tongue across my right nipple, which seemed to have grown even harder than when I was with Mom. I didn't think that would even be possible. I let out a little gasp. He then placed his mouth fully over my nipple and areola and he began to suckle. Oh my saints it felt good!

I began to wonder if Mom had felt this when I suckled her breasts as a baby. I wondered if she had felt this surge of pleasure and electricity? Without thinking I started running my hand through Dad's short brown curly hair. It was so intriguing seeing the man who gave me life, nurturing himself on my own breasts. I felt a flood of warmth in my nether region, and my muscles down there were clenching.

Dad's skin was so tan from being outdoors a lot on the beach. He was so dark in comparison to my fair skin. My mother had taught me to protect our fair skin from the powers of the sun, so that we could always keep our skin soft, supple, and pleasing to the touch.

As he sucked harder I gasped loudly and one hand reached and dug into his muscular shoulder. He stopped short with concern and asked if he had hurt me.

"Oh no, Daddy," I said breathless. "It feels amazing...so amazing!"

He smiled and then resumed his attentions, this time suckling my other breast while kneading the first one with his hand. The rush of warmth continued and I felt wetness between my thighs. I started to get a bit scared, "Daddy?"

He lifted his head. "Yes, my Princess?"

"I think something might be wrong with me."

He looked at me with concern. "What do you mean, my love?"

"I think I have wet the bed, but I didn't mean to."

He tried to control his laughter, but I was greatly confused. He looked down at me and reassured me. He rubbed my stomach lovingly. "You, my beautiful girl, have started the next part of the lesson about the power of your body."

I looked at him still unsure of what he meant.

"When your body is pleased and ready to receive love, pleasure, and life seed, it will get moist down there in preparation to receive these gifts. It's a correct and natural thing. So nothing is out of place. It's your body's way of saying Welcome in response to mine."

My thoughts spun in my head that my body knew things that I had yet to comprehend.