Fertility Ritual in Tlayócoc Cave

(In the ancient Aztec empire, in what is now the state of Guerrero, Mexico.)

I followed behind my aunt and my sister, Zaniyah, along a narrow path thru the forest. In my bag I carried candles, a simple shell bracelet, and the outfit I wore on my honeymoon, an outfit I hadn't worn in five years.

My sister and aunt had been quiet about the nature of the upcoming ritual. They said it was an old secret of the woman of the village. Mostly forgotten after the conquest.

"So, does-"

"Shush Atzi! We must be quiet on the journey," My aunt scolded me.

"We're almost there," my sister whispered quietly enough so our old aunt wouldn't be able to hear.

Quertzalli, and I despite our efforts over the past five years were unable to convince a child. It was shortly after our five-year anniversary that's my aunt whispered to me about a secret almost forgotten ritual. She said it helped her and my older sister cure their barren wombs.

Quertzalli and I wanted children dearly, and I was excited for the results the ritual promised, but it was hard to be excited about a ritual you knew nothing about. I was nervous.

I was fortunate in my courtships, being pursued by many men of the village, I was able to chooses a strong, hard-working and caring me.

Yesterday, I told Quertzalli that I was going to do a fertility ritual, and he made sure to give me a full load last night, I told him that that wasn't necessary, but he seduced me and lovingly filled me up anyways. I could feel some remnants of him starting to drip their way down my inner thigh. I wondered if this was why married woman were required to wear long skirts.

"Zaniyah, Atzi, we have arrived." Our aunt spoke quietly.

At the end of the barely visible path, on the side of a small hill was a rocky hole in the earth sloping down into the dark.

"Atzi, you must enter the cave alone, Zaniyah and I will wait outside."

"You will change into your honeymoon clothes before entering the cave. Find the alter and leave your sacrifice. You brought your sacrifice right?"

I nodded thinking feeling my bag for the outline of the seashell bracelet.

"Say a prayer to one of the fertility goddesses. The rest of the ritual should become apparent once you reach the alter. Go until you finish or until you don't have the strength to continue."

"Don't worry it's fun, nothing to worry about,. Zaniyah must have seen the concern on my face.

They turned around as I changed into my honeymoon clothes. Married woman had to wear long skirts that always covered the knees. Maidens wore short skirts, but were required to stay fully covered up top. The first month after marriage, you were allowed lead-way between the two standards, able to wear revealing clothes both up top and below.

My honeymoon outfit consisted of a skirt cross cut from one hip on the left side and grazing the left knee of the other side. I went barefoot with a simple shell anklet around the right ankle as that's how I usually dressed during the first month of our marriage. The top was a bright red, low hanging to exposed by cleavage with straps across the back to keep everything comfortably supported. Two inches of midriff showing between my skirt and top.

I looked sexy. I was 24 now and I had become slightly curvier since my wedding. It made me look even better in this exposed outfit. It was too bad our customs only allowed me to wear this for one month of my life.

I wiped a small drip from my husband off my inner thigh, before saying I was ready.

My aunt smiled. "You look amazing darling, she smiled."

My sister simply said, "Nice."

I pulled a candle out of my bag.

Aunt grabbed a hot coal from a small treated bag and held it to the wick until it lit. How she was able to hot a hot coal between her fingers was beyond me. I wondered if she had any feeling left in her fingertips. I smiled at my sister and descend into the cave. The stone was cold beneath my bare feet. I moved slowly as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I was worried for what I would find at the end. I was scared it would be some creepy old priest. It wasn't too long until I found the small alter. The cave went farther back, but I had no need to go any further.

The small alter was made of stone and engraved images of young lovers engaged in many different sexual positions. Around the alter were abandoned sacrifices. I look of my bag and fished the bracelet from the bag, adding it to the pile.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I finally noticed the main attraction in front of the alter. There was a stalagmite perfectly shaped as a well sized phallus. About 30% bigger in all directions compared to Quertzalli's

At the base of the phallic pillar was a brass ring engorged one side to appear like testicles.

I examples the brass ring and noticed intricate depictions of sole male fertility god, having sex with all fertility goddesses in a variety of positions.

The penis stone was completely vertical with a mushroom bulge at the top and veins running down the sides. The rock was firm, but slick with the mineral water that dropped on it above. The rock felt smooth and unmoving.

Maybe it was the images on the alter or the brass testicles, but I was surprised to find how aroused I was, the cold of the cave no longer stringing as it once had when I entered the cave.

I crouched over the earthen cock, now clearly aware what I was supposed to do. It's mushroom tip was cold, a strange feeling that made me suck in my breath.

I moved back and forth letting it work the entrance first as I made Quertzalli do before he enters me. The mineral water on the rock was an amazing lubricant. The mineral water and the remaining semen from last night would be all the grease I needed to get started.

As I lowered myself around the supernaturally formed erection, I couldn't stop myself from moaning, the extra girth of the rock filled me in a way my husband simply couldn't.

As I worked my hips up and down I realized my movement was unsustainable long term. I leaned forward thankful that the alter was in the perfect position to be used as handles; letting my arms take the weight of my torso, letting my legs focus on moving my pussy up so it could be impaled, again. Again. Again and again.

I could feel the extra inches that my husband was unable to give me and that I now wish he had. As my vagina grew accustomed to the extra length, I began to lower myself all the way down the the brass balls.

I wondered if the brass ring was added to the base of the shaft to prevent woman from lowering themselves too far and completely impairing themselves. I felt like I couldn't take any more, that if I went any farther it would start causing real damage.

My riding work began to make me sweat. I began to pant with both the pleasure and the exertion. I became grateful for the coldness of the cave's cock as its coolness helped refresh me right from my very core. As my moans grew loader they began to echo loudly off the walls. My legs began to burn but I refused to stop. There was something in me that needed to finish this.

I moved one hand down and began rubbing my clitoris to help me reach the finish line. I could feel my wails bouncing off the wall more than I could hear than. I was unable to stop the sounds I was making.

My toes were cold on the stone floor while other parts of me were burning with heat. My vagina was both cold due to the rock inside and and terribly hot with arousal. Fluids were dripping out of me, a mix of my husbands semen, mineral water, but mostly by own secreted lubricant. It made the brass balls milky as I looked down to watch the stone repeated sheathe and unsheathe itself inside of me. I don't know it was my imagination or the gods but the stone dildo seemed to be growing inside of me.

I felt my body tense up, as I approached the end of the ritual.

My legs gave out as I climaxed. The stone beneath me completely impaling me. My toes curled against the stone beneath them. A squeal echoed around the cave walls, a sound I must have made. I rubbed my clit as I came back down to earth. My body growing weak, being held up by the massive stone cock the earth had shoved up inside me.

I whimpered as I recomposed myself. I took a few attempts to unsheathe the stone beneath me. Rising myself up felt so good, I simply had to let myself down a few more time to feel it. Soon my legs reminded me that they were exhausted, and I got myself off the stone and laid on the cool cave floor, while I gathered my strength.

I debated whipping the brass balls off but decided I liked seeing them covered in my milky substance more. I wished I had the strength to go another round.

I stood up and straightened my clothes. I grabbed by bag and the candle, and made my way out. I knew I'd be coming back to complete this ritual a dozen or more times.