The festival was winding down to an end as couples left, and flocks of single men put their names in to be apart of the selection. Mira watched as a line formed in front of a booth, and it looked familiar to what she had once sat in when she choose Ezra as her preferred partner.

There were so many men, Mira knew there would be hundreds of human girls needed to satisfy all of them. It made her glad that she signed up when the price was still high enough to pay for her sisters medicine.

Ezra led Mira past a tent set up beside the stage where the council sat. Mira glanced at the stage still covered indigo-Blue paint as Ezra and her climbed the wooden ramp at the side of the stage. He approached his father, his hand falling from her grasp.

Tenzi stood and pressed his head against Ezra's, the. When they broke apart, they spoke in their language until a man beside him stood. Ezra looked at me, and smiled.

"This is Catawazal. He will be our private witness."

The man had long white dreads and a small beard. "Your partner says you are more prudent than most humans," he tried to joke.

Mira wasn't sure if it was meant to insult her, but she wouldn't let her bother her. "I'm more prudent than most humans that come here, yes," she joked back. Though it was true.

"Well, for your comfort, the council has agreed only one of us need to witness. I'm ready whenever you are."

Ezra's hand found hers again, and he nodded at the council man.

He led Ezra and Mira towards the tent, and pulled back the thick shrubbery of netting acting as a door. Mira could walk inside, but Ezra had to duck not to hit his head.

Inside, the floor was a nest of colorful pillows and flowers. There was a wooden bench on one side of the tent, and a small glass table sitting on a round stone on the other side of the tent. Ezra kneeled beside the table as the council man sat on the bench.

Mira kneeled beside Ezra, and looked into the shell cup filled with water.

"Is that the fertility water?" She asked Ezra.

"No," The council man replied. "He has already drank the fertility water. That cup is for you."

Ezra took her hands in his and faced her. "It isn't water. Its liquid from a special tree that I pour on your stomach before we begin."

"Lie down," the man directed, and Mira looked at Ezra as he confirmed.

She did as she was told, laying flat on her back beside Ezra. He gently pulled back her dress, revealing her stomach. Then, slowly, he poured the juice over her stomach, letting it drip over her thighs, against her naval, and then emptying the remaining of it over her breasts. The liquid was thick and sticky, but where it clung to her skin felt warm and fresh, as if some kind of special soap.

Ezra looked down at her, smiling. The council man took the cup and discarded it on the table at the edge of the tent. "You may begin," he said, gazing down at her partially naked body.

Ezra saw her discomfort, and pulled the dress down, covering her back up before gently lifting her head up to slide a pillow underneath her neck. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible, and so he did everything he could to allow it.

He pulled off his pants, and swung one leg over her body until he dick was hovering over her breasts draped in a dress soaking up the sticky juices. "Are you ready?" He asked.

Mira reached for his dick with one hand and pulled it against her lips, but that was all the answer he needed.

He worked his hand over his cock, not wanting to make her suck him off in front of a stranger. He could jack off into her mouth much easier anyways, since her mouth was so small compared to him.

"You must swallow as much of it as you can," The man added as Ezra grew closer to climax.

Mira didn't say a word in response. She just parted her lips wider, letting her tongue slip out and lick the tip of his cock. Her hot breath as he exhaled sent him over the edge, and he finished quickly for her, his cum pouring into her mouth.

The warm, white liquid filled her mouth quickly. She swallowed the first mouthful, some of it squirting over her lips as she pressed it down. Then she opened it again, letting the remaining fill her mouth again. She swallowed the second mouthful, the white seed tasting sweet and tangy. Whatever was left dripped down her chin, and the council man stepped forward, but Ezra stopped him by putting a hand up.

"I've got it." He scooped the jizz running down her neck and chin onto his fingers and emptied it into her mouth. She swallowed drop after drop until Ezra had cleaned her face entirely. When she was finally done, she licked her lips and began to sit up.

The dress clung to her breasts with the sticky sap like juice acting like glue on her skin. The curve of the bottom of her breasts was deeply outlined as the cloth stuck to her, and Ezra couldn't resist. He dipped down and kissed her, holding her face in his palms.

Mira pushes him off her, looking at the council man. "Do you mind?" Her voice was small.

"The ceremony is almost over," Ezra whispered, blocking her line of sight from the council man with his head. "Close your eyes," he practically commanded, but Ezra didn't protest. She laid back down, closing her eyes as his fingers slipped beneath her dress. They ran over her hips, squeezing her gently, and then ran in between her thighs, the sap soaking into her pours and igniting her senses. Specifically. Her nipples. They began to tingle furiously, begging to be touched.

Ezra pulled at one leg, widening the gap between her thighs to give him easy access. Ezra rolled his fingers in the sap-juice from her naval area, and then slipped them inside her vag. He rubbed the juice all over her pussy lips, and then came back for more, covering his fingers again from her stomach area. But this time, his fingers dig deep inside her, using the juice to paint her insides. Just like he painted her outsides only hours ago.

And through the pleasure of him rocking his fingers back and forth, in and out, over and around, Mira finally understood what was truly happening. The paint on their skin symbolized them being partners, painted in the color of his marks for his royalty. It made her royalty through association. And then he painted her inside, through the mouth and therefore, all other parts of her.

She didn't understand what the sap was for, or why they had to finish the ceremony by pleasing her with the sap. But she didn't care at the moment. She got lost in the tingling sensation his fingers and the sap caused, at the pressure building deep inside her, begging for release. And she moaned loudly, not even caring what council members might hear her, because his love for her felt better than anything she had ever felt before.