Day two

As the sun reached its apex on the second day, I returned to the high temple vista, my heart fluttering in my chest. Yax awaited me, his bronzed form resplendent in the midday light. But it was not just his presence that caught my eye - upon the sun-warmed stone were arrayed several artifacts: turquoise jade bangles that glinted alluringly, sized to adorn wrists and ankles, and beside them, a large phallus carved of the same luminous green stone.

At the sight of these items, I felt a peculiar stirring within me, a quickening of my pulse that I attributed to the weight of the sacred duty I was about to undertake. Yax spoke, his voice low and resonant, explaining that on this day, I was to take a more active role in the rites.

The bangles and jade phallus were for me.

I found myself in silence, taken aback by this unexpected development. My role, I foolishly observed aloud, was that of observer and chronicler, not participant. But Yax fixed me with his smoldering obsidian gaze and asked pointedly if I was not fully dedicated to my duty, to gaining a true and complete understanding of these rituals for the benefit of my people.

Chastened, I affirmed that indeed, my commitment to my sacred mission was unwavering. If participating more directly would grant me deeper insight, then I would do what was required. With trembling hands, I donned the bangles, feeling the cool weight of the jade against my skin. The ornamentation, I discerned, must serve to attune my body to the ritual energies.

Thus adorned, I followed Yax as he led me down from the temple vista and into the lush jungle that surrounded the city. Bemused, I inquired as to the reason for this journey away from the sacred site. Yax explained that for the ritual to be complete, my essence must be mingled with the earth itself, a direct offering to the fertile soil. Unlike him, I did not possess the ability to cast forth my essence from afar.

As we walked deeper into the verdant foliage, the jade phallus clutched in my hand, I contemplated the implications of his words. My dutiful mind was alight with the knowledge that I would soon be partaking in an act of utmost spiritual significance. Yet I must chronicle that another part of me, a deeper, more primal aspect, pulsed with a growing need I still dare not name.

As we entered the clearing, the stone dais seemed to materialize from amidst the lush foliage, as if the jungle itself had parted to reveal this sacred space. Yax approached the altar with reverent steps, placing the jade phallus upon its sun-warmed surface with a definitive gentleness.

He turned to me then, his obsidian eyes smoldering. "Disrobe," he commanded, his voice low and thick with desire. "Let your flesh be caressed by the breath of the gods, let your essence be one with the living world around us."

With fingers that trembled only slightly, I began to unfasten my garments. Each tie loosened, each piece of fabric that fell away, seemed to heighten my awareness of Yax's gaze upon me. I could feel the weight of his stare as it roamed over my gradually bared skin, could sense the hunger in him building in response to each newly revealed curve and hollow.

Soon, I stood before him utterly naked, my skin dappled with the shifting light that filtered through the canopy above. The air itself seemed to caress me, a teasing touch that awakened my very soul.

At Yax's wordless urging, I reached out and took the jade phallus in my hands. It was cool to the touch, its polished surface as smooth as river-worn stone. Needing no further instruction, I took my position then on the stone dias. Slowly, almost teasingly, I began to run the hardened length along my body, tracing the contours of my form with its unyielding firmness.

I circled my nipples with the tip, gasping as the buds pebbled and tightened in response. Lower I trailed the phallus, over the soft swell of my belly, feeling the muscles there flutter and tense beneath my touch.

When I reached the apex of my thighs, I paused, letting the smooth head of the jade shaft rest against the slick, heated flesh.

All the while, Yax watched me, with a gaze that seemed to touch me as surely as the phallus I wielded. He too began to disrobe, each inch of bared skin revealing the chiseled perfection of his form. When at last he stood as naked as I, his manhood jutting proud and thick from the nest of dark curls at its base, I felt a rush of molten heat surge through my core. In that moment, I knew that whatever the ritual required of me, I was ready.

Under Yax's attentive and instructive eye, I positioned myself above the jade shaft, its polished head nestled at my slick entrance. Slowly, I lowered myself onto it, a guttural moan escaping my lips as the phallus breached me, its girth stretching me. Inch by inch, I engulfed it, savoring the exquisite fullness as it filled me utterly.

Once fully seated, I paused, my inner muscles fluttering around the hard intruder. I was slick in preparation for my sacred duty, my essence coating the jade, the proof of my dedication glistening in the dappled sunlight. Experimentally, I rolled my hips, gasping at the friction, the way the smooth stone dragged against my inner walls.

Urged on by Yax's nod, I began to move in earnest, rising and falling on the phallus, finding a sacred rhythm as ancient as the jungle itself. Each downward thrust collected the energy of the ritual as I sought to enact my duties perfectly. The wet sounds of my worship filled the air, mingling with my cries and the calls of the birds overhead.

Yax watched me avidly, his manhood jutting thick and proud, the mushroomed head glistening. The sight of him, the knowledge of his participation in this sacred duty, only stoked the fires burning within me. I rode harder, my pace becoming almost frantic, the jade phallus pounding into my sopping depths.

Sweat slicked my skin, plastering my hair to my forehead, dripping down my bouncing breasts as I sought the climax of the ritual. My thighs burned with exertion but I couldn't stop, not with the promise of sacred fertility winding tighter and tighter in my womb. The world narrowed to the place where the phallus plunged into me, my awareness contracting to that single point of glorious connection to the eternal.

With a shattered cry, I crested the peak, my climax crashing over me in waves of liquid bliss. My inner muscles clenched around the jade shaft, rippling along its length as I shuddered and convulsed atop it. The sensation seemed to go on and on, each new spasm wringing fresh cries from my lips.

Finally, spent and trembling, I collapsed, toppling off the phallus to the moss-carpeted ground. Instantly, Yax was there, gathering me into his strong arms, cradling me against the heated expanse of his chest. I could feel the thunder of his heartbeat beneath my cheek, could sense the barely leashed hunger in the tense lines of his body.

As I floated in the firmament, my essence mingling with the fertile earth, I marveled at the power of the ritual, at the raw primal energy that still coursed through my veins. It was then Yax whispered in my ear words that set my body aflame once more.

"Prepare thyself for the third ritual."