the rites of dionysus
vinny bombora
The full moon graces the sky. The grounds are lit with torches. It’s early and the orgy is yet to begin.
Tycho fixes an opium pipe; his pupils are dilated to the point of no return. Several of his fellow satyrs sit beside waiting.
Dionysus reclines as he watches over the proceedings. A young nymph, Irene, stands before the Lord sheathed in a white wraparound. She plucks at a bunch of crimson grapes and places them inside Dionysus’ pouting lips. He has one arm outstretched playfully stroking her fiery locks. Her cleavage is exposed and he ogles the sprinkling of freckles that adorn her skin.
Silenus sits in the chamber bath gnawing on the ear of a young satyr. Nymphs and satyrs tumble in the waters. A dark-skinned nymph tugs at the cock of a satyr who laps at the oyster of another nymph. Three satyrs neck in another corner of the bath. Another sits atop the edge as Zoe attempts to suck his prick from its roots; she always hungers.
Tycho’s lips are closed holding in the smoke that leads him to a distant plane of peace. He tips his head back and blows streams of smoke out through his nostrils. The pillars of smoke form the head of a dragon, then the elongated body and it takes wing. The dragon soars through the doors of the chambers, drawn by the beating of drums played by a trio of maenads.
These women are famished and seeking for flesh. One straddles the top of a drum, her thighs clasped tightly. She slaps the cowhide skin as she would some strumpet.
Another hits a smaller set of drums; fingers are swollen, swaying hips, hair adorned by an ivy wreath. The third woman blows a flute, fingers nimble fingering the holes. The music sets the guests a-swoon.
Arrivals stream in from the depths of the woods. The rites of Dionysus performed: celebration of the night, the full moon, the nocturnal and the dark.
She creeps out from the foliage, tired from the journey. Bodies grooving and the scent of sandalwood overtake her.
He is struck by a waft of sticky smoke that alleviates the prison of his thoughts, he begins to sway and the cod within his trousers stirs.
She shimmies and scrapes to the sound; arms outstretched, eyes shut, mouth agape, head lolls. He spies her, body fluid, drowning in the movement. Eyes transfixed. Move together; no longer any more people, no more sound, only their gaze. Lips embrace, no longer a border, spirits flow as carnal bodies unite. They fall to the ground twisting and contorting.
A snake slithers from the bushes; her dark charcoal form weaves between the legs of the revellers. She’s in search of her Lord and makes her way into the chambers. Dancers notice the sheen from her wriggling body and make way for the light-bearer, the creature of awakening.
She slides onto the dais and raises her head up to view Dionysus, then coils herself at his feet.
“Oh my, I am so immensely tired I think it is time for a rest,” moans Korrina.
“What in hell do you mean? We come this far, we not be stopping,” says Alexis.
“But honeysuckle I’m hungry,” Korrina feels they will never make the chamber of Dionysus in time for the festival.
“And why would you be saying this now? We be so close!” Alexis rolling her eyes.
“Oh baby, how would you know where we are?”
“What you saying? Me cannot believe this, we walked for days and now we be so close and you wants to sit your big rump down,” Alexis says scratching at her matted hair.
“And how do you know sugar? How would you know? It’s best that you shut your trap, sit yourself down on this rock and spread ‘em.”
“Me can hear the music you fool. Hush and listen.”
Korrina plucks up her ears and hears the drums. She grabs Alexis by the hand and moves through the foliage. They make their way into the clearing and are taken by the scene.
They dance through the crowd, heading towards the chambers. The sandalwood, the drumming, the flute and the sweat ignite frenzy within the maenads.
They enter the chambers and revel in the scene: a mass of bodies entwined; kissing and stroking, licking and sucking, overtaken and abandoned. Lines blurred; the room is occupied by one squirming flesh.
Alexis spies Dionysus; she’s never set eyes upon such a beatific vision before. She longs and moves towards him automatically in trance. She moves past satyrs sprawled, sweating and pounding. As she steps onto the dais the mole on her left inner thigh is exposed.
Korrina stands fixed at back of the chambers filled with joy as her lover draws closer to the Lord.
Dionysus is taken; cock exposed, beginning to stir, raising its head slightly.
Alexis draws closer, breathing heavy. Thoughts are none, she only craves. She lifts her leg and straddles the god, knees rest beside him, thighs are upright. He looks up at her soft sultry face, hair hangs down around. She smiles intently.
She lowers her face close to his and hangs for a moment. The two lost. They want to break the moment and move forward but this last look before passion takes over: a moment that can never be repeated.
She drops closer, he moves up and they kiss. Her body falls down, arms wrap around. He feels breasts against his chest, legs around waist. She feels his stirring. Only they exist.
Her hands inside his palms, her fingers wedged. She pushes herself back up and gazes mystified at her Lord.
He places his hands upon her hips, guides her back up and manoeuvres her above his own. She takes over, pressing her vulva towards his member.
As the tip penetrates she halts gasping for air. Again she presses down, it moves in deeper, she halts... mouth agape, neck crooked forward, gasping. Her being shudders. She’s never felt such penetration.
Vision picks up as the two embrace and spins round spying a being at the back of the chamber shrouded in darkness. Barely visible this being leans forward and Pan is revealed. He glares intently at the two bodies bound on the dais.
Alexis slips down further and Dionysus is completely within her. She flings back her head gasping and shrieks.
The music stops, the dancers halt, yet a thudding of feet can be heard from outside. The panting of Alexis can is still there but all else has stopped in the chamber.
The feet draw closer. Dionysus turns to see dozens of men race in. He falls flaccid. The smile of Alexis drops into a look of bewilderment.
A thought breaks out amongst the crowd, Could the rumours be true?
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