13‑1: The Rite of Sacred Infusion
Within the meditation room, the air felt heavy and holy.
Fragrant incense coiled upward in soft white clouds, and a basin of clear water sat upon the altar, floating with the petals of seven rare and powerful flowers.
Kliyem and Sariti stood trembling, awed by the mystical atmosphere, their skin prickling as if charged with unseen energy.
Ki Ronggo gestured for them to kneel upon the thick mat woven from pandan leaves.
Ki Ronggo: “Lower your robes and expose your hips and loins.
The rite requires that no barrier stands between your flesh and the flow of my power.”
With trembling hands, they obeyed, letting their lower garments fall away and kneeling with their backs turned toward him, their soft curves bare and waiting.
Seeing them thus, Ki Ronggo quickly cast off his own clothes — his manhood rising tall and firm, throbbing with urgent readiness.
He had purposely held back his own bodily needs for hours, to heighten the intensity of what was to come.
Ki Ronggo called softly to his attendants.
Ki Ronggo: “Bariyah… Cariyah… anoint them both with pure coconut oil.
Prepare their secret passages to receive what I shall give them — make them smooth, supple, and open.”
Without hesitation, the two women knelt beside Kliyem and Sariti, rubbing warm oil over their skin, then gently slipping their fingers into their most private rear openings, softening and stretching them until they glistened, ready and yielding.
Meanwhile, Dariyah knelt before Ki Ronggo, taking his rigid length into her mouth, coating it generously with her warm, slippery saliva, making it ready to slide deep and true.
Ki Ronggo gazed hungrily at the two rounded, oil‑glossed hips waiting for him.
With a soft sigh, he pulled Dariyah away, positioning himself behind Kliyem first.
Ki Ronggo: “Are you ready now… to receive the sacred power that shall light your way?”
Kliyem, knowing exactly what awaited her, spoke calmly.
Kliyem: “I am ready, Elder.”
Sariti answered, voice shaking yet determined.
Sariti: “I am ready too.”
Bariyah, Cariyah, and Dariyah exchanged wicked grins, holding back their laughter.
Ki Ronggo pressed forward, his throbbing tip finding the soft, oiled opening at the center of Kliyem’s rear.
He pushed gently but firmly, sinking deep into her hidden warmth.
SLAM…!!!
He filled her completely, and both let out soft gasps.
Ki Ronggo: “Ahh… yes… so perfect… your flesh welcomes my strength so well…”
Kliyem moaned softly, her body rocking gently beneath him. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping.com.
Kliyem: “Ohh… Elder… it feels so full…”
Ki Ronggo began to move, his hips pumping in a steady, driving rhythm — sliding deep and pulling free, again and again, the slick sounds of their union filling the room.
SLAP… SLIP… SLAP…
Kliyem cried out, her body arching in rising pleasure.
Kliyem: “Ah… Elder… I feel it… it is washing over me…”
Ki Ronggo slowed his pace, pressing himself deep and holding still — the pressure in his own loins now unbearable, his need to release long‑held fluids impossible to restrain any longer.
Ki Ronggo whispered against her ear.
Ki Ronggo: “Brace yourself… now I shall send the first wave of my sacred essence into you… feel it warm you from within.”
He relaxed fully, and a warm, flowing stream began to pour from him, filling her depths with gentle, heated warmth.
TRICKLE… SSSSS…!!!
Kliyem gasped, her eyes widening at the strange, comforting heat spreading through her belly.
Kliyem: “Oh… Elder… it grows so warm… it feels as though fire flows inside me…”
Ki Ronggo chuckled softly, continuing to release his flow until he was emptied completely, still buried deep within her.
Ki Ronggo: “That warmth is proof — my power has taken root within you now.”
When he finally withdrew, the fluid trickled back out slowly, glistening between her soft folds.
PSSSHHH… PSSSHHH…!!!
Kliyem shifted uneasily, feeling the warmth seep out.
Kliyem: “Oh… Elder… do I feel unwell?
It feels as though I might release more…”
Ki Ronggo patted her back soothingly, smiling in amusement.
Ki Ronggo: “It is nothing but the excess power leaving your body — a sign the rite worked perfectly.
Remain calm, and it shall pass.”
He turned then toward Sariti, his manhood still hard and eager, ready now to give her the true, potent offering of his deepest passion.
He positioned himself at her rear opening, still glistening and soft from oil and preparation, and pressed forward in one smooth thrust.
SLAM…!!!
He sank into her tight, trembling warmth, and Sariti cried out, half in pain, half in shock.
Sariti: “Ah… Elder… it aches… it feels so strange…”
Ki Ronggo murmured soft encouragement, moving gently to ease her.
Ki Ronggo: “Be brave… the sting fades quickly… soon it shall feel like nothing but pure, heavenly bliss.” Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Within moments, Sariti’s tense muscles softened, and her moans shifted from discomfort to pleasure.
Sariti: “Oh… yes… it changes… it feels light, tingling… so wonderful…”
The three attendants could no longer hold back their laughter, covering their mouths and shaking with mirth.
Ki Ronggo drove deeper, faster, his own pleasure surging to its peak — and with one final, powerful thrust, he released his thick, hot seed deep within her, flooding her with the essence of his full strength.
Ki Ronggo: “Ahhh… take it all… every drop…”
Sariti cried out, her body trembling as she felt the warm, heavy liquid fill her innermost depths.
Sariti: “Oh… Elder… it is so full… it moves within me…”
When he drew himself out, thick, milky fluid trickled slowly down her soft skin, glistening in the candlelight.
Ki Ronggo stood tall, breathing heavily, and placed a hand upon each woman’s shoulder in a gesture of feigned blessing.
Ki Ronggo: “The rite is complete.
Both of you now carry my sacred power within your bodies — your hearts shall now reach out to your lost loved ones, and they shall hear your call.”
Kliyem and Sariti bowed deeply, their faces glowing with a strange mix of fulfillment and relief, fully believing they had received a great gift.
Later that evening, as they walked homeward beneath the starry sky, their steps felt lighter, their bodies still humming with the strange sensations left by the ritual.
Sariti glanced shyly at Kliyem, her voice barely a whisper.
Sariti: “Has your husband ever joined with you… in that most secret way… before?”
Kliyem shook her head with a soft, knowing laugh.
Kliyem: “Never in all our years together.
Why do you ask?”
Sariti blushed deeply, her fingers brushing lightly against her own lower belly as if she could still feel the lingering warmth.
Sariti: “It felt… so different than I imagined.
Even though it hurt at first… once the pain faded, it was sweeter than anything I have ever known… the Elder’s power, his strength… it filled me in ways I never thought possible.”
Kliyem giggled softly, linking her arm through Sariti’s.
Kliyem: “Then let it remain just that — our own sweet, private secret.
Between you and me, and no other soul in the world.”
Sariti nodded eagerly, smiling to herself as she savored the memory, already looking forward to the next time she might be called upon to receive the Elder’s “sacred power.”
TO BE CONTINUED…