Kaier Bride three

For the First time since The birth of my children , I seriously wanted to go back to Kaier. The hunger inside me had gone far past a roaring in my stomach, and ached through out my entire body constantly. Even my mind couldn't wander encased in the pain. The jungle did not some to me bringing distance sound and sensations now, even the comforting coiling of my sons was gone. If i tried to move from my place cold invisible hands would hold me back. 
    I had been Placed in into a stone sarcophagus lined with hides that was surrounded by the elaborately carved graves of the royal family. The only Light was from flickering candles that rather then providing comfort only added to the strong sense things moving in the dark . Flowers were laid by the graves. Even a Panchayyah crypt had an intoxicating aroma. 
     Doubled jointed Pregnant women in large feathered masks were my only visitors for the timeless miniature eternity in had been kept hungry in the dark. They would feed me a honey citrus water, and ritualistically puncture holes in my skin as they danced. The punctures actually dulled the pain at the price of movement, and the drink some how kept me going, and gave me the water to weep. 
    Tonight there was a change. A large stone disc had been removed from the top of the crypt allowing a large full moon to shine brightly down on my center. Around the side of the opening were colored glass and gems that seemed to focus many colored rays of the starlight into the punctures the women had placed on my body. The light when into my body and slithered under my skin like electric serpents as hundreds of hushed voiced began to chanted louder and louder in unison from outside the crypt. 
      My husband entered in ritualistic paints and feathers Followed by his father who bowed and dropped flowers in the tombs of his ancestors making the candles glow more brightly doubling the amount of warm and illumination revealing a much larger space then had been indicated by the flow of the wind around me. The increased also revealed priests from all 7 temples, and temple maidens who had been sitting silently in the black. My husband moved in almost a trance-like state. I could see puncture marks on him as well is he went and climbs in the sarcophagus behind me placing his arms around my waist and bringing me upright. 
    The sudden movement brought new hunger pains shooting from my stomach, and maid my body tremble. This was partially offset by the potent sensation of my spouse's strength merging with mine. I felt like I could have leapt across the ocean, and was about to leap to the smell of food coming into the crypt, but his hands around his waist held me firm.
 Costumed tribes men brought in a litter with a green clay bowl that had steam coming out of it 
 “You Must eat it all and know the truth in the bonesss.” My husband hissed whispered warmly in my ear catching part of it with his split tongue. 
     I eagerly Opened the Lid and my mad desperate hunger mixed with utter revulsion. I let out a shrill scream stopping the chanting, and turning it into hushed whispers. Not only had I eaten many strange things in my time with the Panchayyah without a word of complaint, I had eaten strange parts of strange things, but this...
    One a steaming bed of rice, beets, and large beetles was a reddish pink freshly boiled human hand. The Grand Chieftain reach out a hand to silence the crowd as he looked at Me With the most intense eyes. It took not only the incomparable family pressure, community pressure mixed with near fatal hunger to get me to take the first bite, I suspect supernatural agents were involved as well. 
    I had the bit of finger in my mouth. In my agonizing state excrement would have tasted like fresh pumpkin pie. This was still tough to choke down. “ooweeh this tastes sour.” I said to my husband with my mouth still full. I would have lost every thin in my stomach if there was anything left.
  “It is a Milakanur hand , they live to destroy nature, bathe in dirt, and drink their own loin-waterss, it would be wrong if it tasted good.” He looked down at my and smiled. As I twisted my head to look at him, and offer one of an infinitude of retorts he deserved for pulling the only words out of the night-sky that could have made this abomination taste worse, I realized he had done it to trick me into swallowing the abomination. . He took one hand off my waist and lifted the hand holding the thing to urge me on to another bite, like it was a juicy delicious pear. I got a better look at it as I turned my head.

“You could of at least cleaned under the nails dear.” I said with venom

“ No, no must be pure.. can not taste of our land. No need to savor the taste until the bone”

I shook my head and sanity having left my body, i went in for a second bite on the other side of the finger. The crowd outside roared with approval. After a few more quick bites, he said “Now roll the bone on your tongue.” I did.
   Powerful sensations shoot through me as a tasted the bone. I had never thought the frequently used P phrase “the truth in the bones” was literal, but as the bone moved around in my mouth I knew the truth of the mans life, his memories, passions, thoughts, and emotions washed overed me like a sensation like a life time of living in a moment. I unthinkingly devoured the rest of the hand Like a a book I could not stop turning the pages of. Each bite was a new chapter that was as rich as a whole library. 
    The magic and the sensation more the erased the taste. I devoured the hand, the garnish, 2 roast boars, and enough food to feed a family for a month at least as fast as I could move It was far more then the volume my body could have held in the best of times. As i would eat i could distantly feel the energy/spirit serpents slithering under my skin that the metaphysical portion of the food and the memories and slithering into the tombs of the ancestors to feed them. The more I ate the more frenzied whoops and cheers would become.