Winter

The young woman stood in the doorway, covered in her heavy cloak and shivering. The snow blew into the home through wisps of her red hair. Her lips turned blue from exposure. She gazed pleadingly with green eyes to the lithe woman who opened the door.

She didn’t speak; she didn’t need to. Her host ushered her in quickly and closed the door behind her. “Get that wet cloak off and sit by the fire.” The host insisted. The young woman complied; she took off her cloak and handed it to her host. The young woman rubbed her arms and sat next to the hearth. Frost covered the young woman’s skin where it was exposed to the elements. She was not well dressed for the weather; her upper thighs and shoulders were only covered by the cloak, and the rest was clad only in thin leather.

She took a moment to examine her host; a lithe woman with white – almost blue – skin and ears that came to the subtlest of points that parted the sheets deep blue and black hair that flowed down her shoulders and back. She wore a very thin lace white dress that gave the young woman a good impression of her hosts intimate features.

The host brought a kettle and hung it near the fire. “What’s your name?” she asked.

The young woman looked up at her host with a small smile. Her teeth chattered. “Naomi.” She said.

The host tilted her head slightly. “Do you have a family name?” She took an earthen mug from the mantel and placed it on the hearth to warm. Naomi shook her head. “I am Calia, daughter of the Dawnstar house …and some other things, and I welcome you to my home.” She placed a small herb pouch in the mug and poured some of the water from the kettle over it.

Naomi picked the mug up and took a sip from it. She grimaced at the taste but held the warm mug next to her face.

“Normally, you are supposed to let the leaves steep for a few minutes, but under the circumstances, I won’t hold your haste against you.” Calia said with a smile. “What are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?”

“I lost my way.” Naomi said in response. Her voice was younger than Calia guessed from her appearance.

“There are no trade paths within a day’s walk of my front door.” Calia pressed the young woman.

Naomi looked away from Calia to gaze into the fire. “I was banished by my father.” She admitted.

“Ah.” Calia said. She stood from the fire and wiped a small bead of sweat from her forehead. “You will forgive me for asking, but I am terrible at guessing the age of women of your breeding. How old are you?”

“Twelve summers.” Naomi said. “I think. I’ve been wandering for a long time, and can’t remember the last time I felt summer.” Naomi moved closer to the fire. The air in the home was nearly as cold as the of the outside – except near the hearth – but she was thankful to be out of the wind and snow.

“It is summer.” Calia said with a small chuckle. “How many seasons of endless days have you seen?”

“Two. I suppose fourteen summers, then.” Naomi answered. “Do you have anything I may wrap myself in until my cloak is dried?” Calia nodded and walked through a door to another room of the small house. She returned with a heavy blanket and offered it to young woman. “If you will permit it, I will impose only long enough for my cloak and boots to dry and the frost to melt from my bones.” The young woman said while wrapped from neck to shin in the blanket.

“Nonsense. You will have a good meal and a night’s rest at the very least.” Calia insisted.

“Thank you, Calia.” Naomi said with a smile. She sat on the hearth and sipped more of the tea. It tasted better to her after it had time to steep. “Why aren’t you cold?”

Calia chuckled a little and shrugged. “I’m from this place. Or, I should say, I am from a place that is not far. This is very comfortable to me.” She stood at a table and cleared a space on it to prepare food. “When is the last time you ate?” She asked.

“A few days, I think.” Naomi answered. She let the blanket fall around her shoulders as the biting cold had finally left her skin. Calia busied herself with the preparation of food; a simple mean of bread and roast meat which she warmed on the spit over the fire.

Calia sat down and looked at the young woman. “Do you have somewhere to go tomorrow?” She asked while tending the fire. A bead of sweat trickled from her forehead and down her neck to her bosom.

Naomi diverted her eyes from the woman and shook her head. “No. I’ll find a place to stay out of the weather; I always do.”

Calia pulled the spit from the fire and pushed the meat off the skewer onto the bread. “A priestess lives here with me.” She said as she handed Naomi the small meal. “She left a few weeks ago to attend to obligations at the temple, and will not be back for several more weeks.” She looked the young woman in the eyes “I could use the company.”

“I do not wish to impose on you.” Naomi said. She bit her lip as she looked the older woman in the eyes.

“There would be no imposition.” Calia said with a smile. “I desire companionship. I have means, so you will not be causing me any hardship.”

“If you wish.” Naomi said. She tried to hide her grin. The young woman had not been welcomed anywhere since before she had been banished. “May I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“If you have means, why do you live out here in the wastes?” Naomi asked while eating her meal.

Calia let out a sudden sigh. “There are things about my life which made staying in the city… uncomfortable.” She smirked. “You will see when we go to replenish our provisions.” Naomi nodded. Her empty belly filled quickly with the warm meal provided by her host. “You ate that quickly. Do you need more?”

Naomi shook her head. “No, thank you.” She said and pulled the blanket more tightly around her. “I am tired, and would like to rest, if that is ok.”

Calia nodded at the young woman, stood, and offered her hand to Naomi. She walked the young woman through the only other door in the small home to a bed chamber. Walls of the room were lined with bookshelves which held more books than Naomi had seen in the sum of her life. A second fireplace sat inset in the wall near the bed.

Calia knelt down near the fireplace and arranged kindling and fuel to start a fire. “I ask that you don’t wear anything metal in the bed; the bedding is hard to replace.”

Naomi looked down at herself. She flicked her finger at the buckles of her leather clothes. “That would leave me nude.” She said with hesitation.

Calia stood from the nascent fire in the fireplace. She didn’t even turn to look at Naomi; she just reached up her own back and released the clasp holding her dress on. The thin lace fell to the floor and left her totally nude. “Nudity does not bother me.” She said and turned her head to give Naomi a sly smile.

Naomi smiled nervously at Calia and turned away from her. She fought with the buckles on her leather corset before the tight garment finally released her from its tight grip. She slid the garment down her legs as the front and back were joined through the crotch. She sat on the bed and unbuckled her leather leggings.

Calia pulled back the blanket and slipped into the bed. She held the blanket open and waited for Naomi. The young woman hesitated. “Have you not shared a bed before?” Calia asked.

“Never in nudity.” Naomi said. She stood and covered her mound with her hands for a semblance of modesty.

“You need not be so modest. It is nothing I have not seen on myself.” Calia patted the bed invitingly. Naomi let her hands fall to the side before she climbed into the bed. Calia noted that the young woman had groomed herself recently – but not so recently as to have child-like baldness. Calia pulled the blanket around Naomi and herself; she laid on her side with her hand across the younger woman’s belly.

“Your skin is cold.” Naomi said. She let out a little chuckle of nervousness.

“Is it too cold for you?” Calia asked.

“No. I just didn’t expect it.” Naomi reached up and stroked her hand along Calia’s arm. Calia leaned in and pressed her cool lips to Naomi’s. The young woman’s eyes opened wide in surprise as the older woman kissed her. She slowly opened her mouth to permit Calia’s tongue to touch her own.

Calia held tightly to Naomi’s body as the kissed; her fingertips pressed firmly into the young woman’s warm skin. Naomi reached out under the blanket, and gripped Calia’s shoulder. She slowly stroked down the older woman’s back. Calia broke the kiss and smiled down at the young woman.

Naomi stared back up at Calia with a dumbstruck grin on her lips. The grin shifted to curiously pursed lips as thoughts of what she was doing flooded her mind. She couldn’t believe she was letting herself be intimate with someone older than she, then it hit her – she had no idea how much older Calia was, or for sure that she was older.

Calia raised a brow at Naomi’s expression. “Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No. It’s just…” Naomi squirmed under Calia’s arm. “How, uh, old are you?”

Calia smirked and chuckled lightly. “As you would measure it, I’ve seen three-hundred-eighteen summers.” She leaned down and kissed the tip of Naomi’s nose playfully.

Naomi’s eyes opened wide in shock. “I was expecting twenty-five summers!” she stammered out.

Calia giggled to herself. “Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment.” Calia leaned down again to press her lips to Naomi’s. She kissed the younger woman and slid his hand down Naomi’s belly. Her fingertips stroked through the thin hair of Naomi’s mound.

Naomi squirmed and wiggled under Calia’s hand. Her legs alternately opened and closed as her desire and piety conflicted. Calia slid her palm further down so her fingertips stroked Naomi’s lips and the young woman’s desire won the day.

Naomi let out a low moan of pleasure from simply being touched. Calia broke the kiss with her pleased grin. Her cool breath washed over Naomi’s neck as her fingers gently teased the young woman’s moistening lips. “I’ve never been…” Naomi started to speak.

“I know.” Calia whispered. Calia lowered her head to kiss along the young woman’s collar bone as her fingers spread Naomi’s lips. She teased Naomi’s opening with her fingertip as the heal of her palm pressed against her hood and rubbed in small circles.

Calia slid her free hand under Naomi’s shoulder and held her in place as her fingers pressed into the young woman; she penetrated Naomi for the first time. The young woman sucked in with a hiss of discomfort at being suddenly stretched, and let the breath out with a sigh; her active lifestyle had done most of the job of opening her, Calia simply finished the job.

“Does it hurt too much?” Calia asked in a whisper. Naomi shook her head and Calia continued. Her fingers slowly thrust inside the young woman. She slid her body against Naomi; her lips came to rest against Naomi’s perked nipple and wrapped around it. She gently suckled on the small bulb of flesh while her fingers fucked the young woman.

Naomi’s hips lifted off the soft bed and pressed into Calia’s hand. She let out a long series of moaning grunts as pleasure built in her loins. Calia’s hand did not relent, nor did her lips against the young woman’s hard nipple. She suckled against the warm ball of flesh and flicked her cool tongue against it. Little shivers shot up and down Naomi’s spine as Calia’s cool palm pressed against her clit.

“What’s happening?” Naomi said through a moan. Her body tensed under Calia, and her pussy clenched on Calia’s fingers. Calia didn’t stop to answer the young woman, she simply held Naomi’s should tightly so she could not wiggle away from the treatment she was imparting on her.

Naomi held her breath out of instinct as her hips buck hard into the bed repeatedly. Her body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure. Sweat formed on her body and chilled her quickly. Calia continued to thrust her fingers until Naomi began breathing again.

The older woman slowly removed her fingers from the younger and brought them to her lips; Calia suck Naomi’s wet from her own fingers before she craned her neck to kiss the young woman’s lips. Calia’s cool skin pressed against the warm woman’s. “I missed that.” Calia said to herself as she nuzzled into Naomi’s small chest.

The two women laid there, listening to the crackling of the embers until they both drifted to sleep.

Amaranth knelt nude on the cold stone altar in the darkened temple with her long black hair gathered over her shoulder to expose the pale skin of her smooth back to the high priestess behind her. The young woman’s chin pressed into her chest and her eyes stayed closed. She kept her hands on her spread knees with the palms open and exposed. The older woman, who dressed in a crimson loin cloth and wore ornate jewelry, painted intricate patterns on the younger woman’s back in what looked like black ink.

“How much longer?” Amaranth asked.

The older woman, Sister Lita who appeared to the young Amaranth to be no older than thirty, dipped her brush into the icy ink again and brought the soft bristles to the young woman’s skin. “Another week, perhaps two.” She said as she painted yet more delicate lines on the young woman’s flesh.

“I mean for this pose, sister.” Amaranth said. “My back hurts from holding it.”

Sister Lita huffed, her cold breath chilled the wet ink on Amaranth’s skin. She set the brush down and put the cover on the ink pot. “We can take a short break.”

Amaranth pulled herself forward and gently eased her legs off the altar. She cautiously let herself down to the marble floor of the temple. “Doing the front isn’t going to be any easier, is it?”

Sister Lita walked to a cresset to ignite the fuel it held for some more light. “This is the first day of preparation for your dedication – it takes three days to make every mark.” She smirked. “Longer if you take breaks.”

“You had to kneel through that for three days?” Amaranth asked while bending over to stretch. Lita bit her lip as she gazed at the young woman from behind – Amaranth had been shaved of all hair but that on her head, and Lita found the look of a hairless woman intoxicating.

“I had six priestesses prepare my body.” Lita said. “It took less than a day.”

Amaranth stood up and lifted her hands high above her head in a continued stretch. She turned to look at Lita, and when she noticed how the older priest was looking at her, the twenty-one-year-old woman struck a seductive pose with her hands on her hips. “Why isn’t anyone else helping then?”

Lita sighed. “Sister Amaranth, because no other priestesses wished to endorse you.” She walked over and put her hands on the younger woman’s shoulders. “If you spent more time at the temple, you might have more support.” Lita leaned in and kissed Amaranth’s forehead. “I don’t think they like your wife very much, either.”

The younger woman leaned in against Lita and wrapped her arms around her. She sighed softly. “I’m not going to leave Calia.”

“We should get back to work.” Lita said. She stepped away from Amaranth and returned to the altar. She placed a pillow on the cold stone. The young woman climbed onto the altar and resumed her pose; she knelt with her thighs spread wide and her hands on her knees.

Lita opened her ink pot and knelt on the floor in front of Amaranth. She dipped the brush in the ink and traced the fine tip bristles along Amaranth’s smooth mound.

Amaranth’s shoulders tensed and a shiver shot up her spine. “I thought we were going to do that last.”

Lita rested her chin on the edge of the altar for stability and gazed directly into Amaranth’s lips. “I changed my mind.”

Amaranth bit her lip. “If you are painting there, does that mean I can’t…”

“The ink bonds with your skin once its dry. It never comes off or smears.” Lita said in a monotone. Her focus was on the work being carried out with her right hand, while her left hand slid under her own loin cloth. “I still bare my marks, but you won’t be able to see them until after the ritual.”

Amaranth’s knees twitched as Lita’s brush tickled her lips. Lita smirked and continued to trace the patterns over the young woman’s labia. After a moment of painting, Lita set the brush down and leaned in. She pursed her lips and blew gently across Amaranth’s pussy. Amaranth dropped her hands from her lap to grip the edge of the altar. She let out a small whimper; the moisture of the ink evaporated only to be replaced by the moisture of her arousal.

Lita looked up at Amaranth with a grin before she leaned further in and flicked her tongue over the young woman’s hood. She took Amaranth’s hands in her own and returned them to the young woman’s knees as her tongue traced slowly along Amaranth’s slit.

Amaranth rolled her hips slightly and pushed her pussy against the teasing tongue. Her little nub throbbed, pushed her hood up as it grew, and exposed itself to the older priestess. Lita lifted her chin and circled her tongue slowly around Amaranth’s clit.

Amaranth let out a low moan and turned her hands over; she dug her nails into the flesh of her thigh for lack of anything else she would be allowed to do. “In me.” She pleadingly whimpered. “Please.”

Lita kept her tongue moving in the same slow circle around Amaranth’s clit as her hands slid up the inside of the younger’s thighs. She turned her hand and pressed two fingers against Amaranths opening. She teased the muscle there for a moment before she plunged her fingers in – an action that elicited a loud pleasured cry from the posed woman.

Amaranth panted slowly and a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead; she rocked her hips to fuck Lita’s fingers. Lita lifted her free hand to Amaranth’s hips and firmly pushed the young woman down and held her in place. She thrust her fingers inside Amaranth’s pussy and wrapped her lips around your clit. She touched her teeth to the young woman’s nub and hummed.

The muscles of Amaranth’s belly clenched and pulled her over; she doubled over from the building pleasure in her loins. Her pussy tightened on the fingers that thrust in her and her hips fought against Lita’s restraining hand. Every breath was laced with whimpers and moans.

Lita pulled her mouth away from Amaranth’s pussy and slowed her fingers down. The young woman almost wept in frustration when Lita stopped pleasuring her. “I can’t let you climax until the ritual.” Lita said. “I can keep you on edge as much as I like though.”

Amaranth tried to pull her hips away from Lita’s fingers. “That’s cruel.” She whined.

Lita leaned in and licked the wet from Amaranth’s slit; she picked up the brush again, and with her other hand spread the younger woman’s lips. Lita’s brush slowly painted along the inside of Amaranth’s lips slit. “If you think keeping you on edge is cruel, you are going to have a rude awakening at the ritual.”

Amaranth took a deep breath through her nose and focused her mind on not moving – even with the stimulation of her sensitive flesh by Lita’s brush. “What was it like for you? The ritual.” She asked.

“Sit flatten your belly.” Lita instructed. Amaranth straightened her spine which stretched the skin of her belly enough for Lita. “You’ve studied the texts just as much as everyone else.” Lita said while she laid out the basics of the patterns on Amaranth’s smooth skin.

“I know what will happen up until the point I’m tied to… this.” Amaranth said and nodded down to the stone altar on which she knelt.

Lita climbed onto the altar. She placed her knees between Amaranth’s and leaned in to scrutinize the younger woman’s face. She brushed hair out of Amaranth’s face and began the process of blocking in the designs on the younger woman’s face in the black ink. “That is something that will be different for you than for me, or anyone else for that matter.” She pulled the brush away from Amaranth’s skin. “Eyes now, or do you want that to be last?”

“Do them now.” Amaranth answered. “That’s the only part of the ritual I’m scared of.”

Lita reached up and placed her hand on Amaranth’s face; she spread the younger woman’s eye lids and slowly brought the soft bristles to touch Amaranth’s eyes. She painted a very small pattern of ink on Amaranth’s eye ball while she struggled not to move her eye or pull away. The black ink blotted out the young woman’s vision in one eye before Lita did the same to the other. “Opening yourself up for judgement by our twin mothers is scary. You shouldn’t worry too much about it though.” She leaned forward and gently blew into Amaranth’s eyes to dry the ink and let the young woman blink.

“Can you see?” Lita asked. She dipped the brush in the ink and brought it back to Amaranth’s face. She painted small intricate patterns on the younger girl’s forehead – the beginning of the detail work.

“No. It’s unsettling.” The young woman said.

“What would make your more comfortable?” Lita asked. She gripped Amaranth’s shoulders and leaned her working arm against it for support while inking Amaranth’s skin.

Amaranth smirked. “Sex. Lots of sex.” She responded sarcastically.

Lita pursed her lips and blew a stray hair out of the way. “Feel free to touch yourself, but if you climax, I have to start over.” She paused. “And that means burning off the top layer of your skin.”

Amaranth moved her hand from her knee and gently stroked her lips with her fingertips. “I think I’d like to talk, too?”

Lita took her time to draw a series of patterns where Amaranth’s eyebrow used to be. “What would you like to talk about?”

Amaranth eased a finger into her pussy and slowly thrust; she let out a soft sigh. “When you joined the church?”

“I was born in the temple.” Lita said. “I spent my entire life here in service of our twin mothers.” She turned Amaranth’s head to do the same detail work above her other eye. “How did you come to join?”

Amaranth closed her eyes, not that it meant much while blinded by the ink. She rubbed her thumb gently over her sensitive nub while her fingers continued to slowly thrust in herself. “I was tithed to the temple by my mother when I was… four.” She let out a small pleasured sigh. “I was confirmed and began my service that day.”

Lita moved closer. She straddled Amaranth’s thighs and pinned the younger woman’s hand against her pussy. She put down her brush and picked up a knife. She slowly dragged the blade along Amaranth’s hair line. “I have to make just a little more room.” She said. “You were confirmed at four? That must have hurt.”

“The temple priestess at the time, I cannot recall her name, did it in her chambers. Only eight of the sisters took part. It hurt so bad when they ripped me open with their foci. They just kept shoving it in for hours.” Amaranth recounted. The back of her hand brushed against Lita’s lightly-clad mound as she continued to finger herself. “They were really nice to me, even when doing that.”

“And you began your service right away? In what part of the temple?” Lita said. She put the knife down and resumed the detailed inking of Amaranth’s forehead. She reached down with her other hand and pulled Amaranth’s fingers out of her pussy. “Slower. Just rub.” She instructed.

Amaranth nodded, an action which annoyed Lita. Her fingertips flicked slowly across her own wet lip. “I was a temple prostitute. I worked that day, and every day, until the ascension rite.” She smiled. “I miss that sometimes – man and woman after man and woman, coming to me and atoning.”

“The pleasures of being a cleric of the goddesses of sexual commerce.” Lita started.

“… Amongst other things.” They said in unison.

“I never did that. I was a chamber girl for the high priestess until my ascension rite. She never shared me, and for that sin she constantly atoned to me.” Lita said with a smirk. “My jaw hurt every night from her atonement.”

“You don’t have a chamber girl?” Amaranth asked. She turned her hand over and instead of pleasuring herself, she rubbed the red silk cloth of Lita’s loin cloth into the older woman’s lips.

Lita sucked on her teeth at the sudden inrush of pleasurable sensations. “Our twin mothers thought it better to bless me with the priesthood of this temple.” She lowered her hands from Amaranth’s head and held onto the younger woman’s shoulders. Her hips slowly rocked against the young woman’s fingers.

“Is this too distracting?” Amaranth asked; her fingers pressed the cloth between Lita’s lips.

Lita nodded, then remembered that Amaranth couldn’t see. “Yes, it is?”

“Do you want me to stop?” Amaranth asked.

“No.” Lita sighed out. Amaranth lifted her hand and felt her way around the waist-chain that held the cloth to her mentor. She traced the chain around to Lita’s hip and unclasped it – the thin cloth fell between Lita’s thighs. Lita took the back of Amaranth’s hand and guided it between her legs. The younger woman pressed her palm to Lita’s mound and stroked her finger’s between the temple priestess’ lips.

Amaranth pressed two fingers into Lita’s pussy, the pads of her fingertips flicked against the rough patch on Lita’s front wall while they slowly thrust inside. Her length of her thumb stroked against the hot nub of Lita’s clit. She leaned forward and blindly pressed her pursed lips against Lita’s flesh; she hit the priestess’ cheek and kissed her way to Lita’s lips.

Lita wrapped her hand around the back of Amaranth’s head and opened her mouth for the kiss. She let out a small moan into Amaranth’s mouth. Her free hand held the back of the young woman’s hand and guided her rhythm; she pushed Amaranth’s fingers in deeper and harder. Amaranth’s free hand held Lita just above her ass; her fingernails lightly scratched from Lita’s ass crack to between her shoulder blades.

Lita broke the kiss to let out a louder moan. Her back arched away from Amaranth’s sharp fingernails which pressed their chests together. Her pussy tightened around the young woman’s fingers. Amaranth didn’t show the cruelty that Lita did an hour prior; her fingers continued inside Lita – she drew out the older woman’s climax which came accompanied by a loud high pitch cry of joy.

Lita reached down and pulled Amaranth’s hand from her pussy and brought it up to her lips; the older woman licked the juices from Amaranth’s fingers. Her sweat dripped onto Amaranths body. She slid from the young woman’s lap and started to pat her dry with a towel. “If we keep doing this, it will take me a week to get you ready.”

Amaranth moved her hand back to her knee and resumed her pose. “I don’t have that much of a problem with that.”

The crackle of burning sapwood gently woke Naomi from her sleep to discover the bed was otherwise empty. A heavy robe had been laid across her legs over the covers. She pulled the robe under the covers and wiggled herself into it before she slipped from the bed. She walked into the other room and stood by the warm fire. She could see her host through the window; Calia sat naked in the snow.

Calia stood from the mound of snow she built around herself and turned around. She smiled when she saw Naomi through the window. She quickly brushed the clinging snow from her flesh and returned to the small home. “Good morning.” She said as she entered.

Naomi sat by the fire and warmed her hands. She pulled the robe tight to her skin. “How long did I sleep?” She asked as she looked at the sun high in the sky.

“A few hours longer than I did.” Calia said. She picked up her thin – nearly transparent – white dress from the table and pulled it onto her body. “You needed the sleep.” She turned to face Naomi. “How does that fit?”

Naomi’s eyes traced the form fitting dress from Calia’s calves to her chest. “It looks like it fit’s you well.”

Calia glared at Naomi through slit eyes. “I was talking about the robe.” She said.

“It’s a little big but not by much.” Naomi said. She smiled up at Calia “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, it’s my wife’s.” Calia said with a small smirk. She went into the bed chamber and rummaged around loudly for several minutes. She came out of the bedroom with several armfuls of clothing – a large amount only by virtue of Calia’s diminutive stature. She dropped them unceremoniously on the floor by the fire. “You should dress; we need to go into town while the weather is clear.”

Naomi bent down and riffled through the pile of clothing – it was a mix of her own and many unfamiliar items. She shrugged off the robe and began dressing herself, first with her corset and leggings. She picked up a heavy coat with a bit of a strained groan – the coat was leather with metal plating riveted inside it. Her eyes locked on a curious heraldic crest. “This belonged to a royal guard.”

“It belongs to a royal guard; my wife.” Calia called from the bedchamber.

“I thought you said your wife was a priest?” Naomi asked as she pulled the heavy armored coat over her shoulders.

Calia walked out of the bedchamber wearing the same sheer dress as before, a light cloak and a pair of boots. “She is. Priests make formidable knights and soldiers.”

“Am I going to get in trouble for wearing a royal crest?” Naomi asked as she pulled on the rest of her outfit.

Calia chuckled and shook her head. “I highly doubt it.” She took a small bag, placed a small book and coin purse in it, and slung it around her neck and shoulder. “Do you know how to use arms?”

“It’s been quite a while since I’ve had to.” Naomi asked as she stood, fully dressed, armored, and wrapped in a cloak. Calia pointed to a sword sheathed and mounted above the mantel. The young woman took the weapon off its hooks and hung it from her side. “It’s lighter than it looks.”

“Don’t get used to it. She might actually get upset about you using her weapon.” Calia said. She walked to the door and looked at Naomi. “Are you ready? The walk is several hours.” Naomi nodded and walked towards the door. The women left the small house and began their trek into town.

Calia had exaggerated the time the journey would take, at least in Naomi’s opinion. It took three hours for the pair to walk from the small home to the town. The temperature changed dramatically in their travels; snow and ice gave way to hardy grasses and finally plowed fields. The wastes gave way to habitable lands. They encountered few people on the way, all of which were light skinned farmers with subtly pointed ears, just like Calia’s – though none dressed with such flagrant sexuality as Calia.

“Returning with provisions is going to be difficult.” Naomi said as they approached the gate in the wooden wall around the town. “We have already spent half the day walking.” She continued and pointed to the sun high in the sky.

“I don’t plan on going back tonight.” Calia said.

Two town guards stood by the gate. Naomi expected to be stopped and hassled or to have a toll exacted, but the guards simply stood aside and bowed their head. Naomi looked at Calia quizzically but the older woman ignored her.

“They usually don’t let me into towns.” Naomi whispered.

“And if you were not with me, and did not wear that coat, they probably wouldn’t have let you in.” Calia whispered back. She walked past all the shops on the main street and directly to a large stone house.

Naomi looked at Calia for a long moment. “Who are you?” she asked in a whisper.

Calia shot Naomi a look and stepped into the home. When both were inside, she closed the door. “You know my name.”

“I know what you have told me. I am from quite far away and have wandered for years. I know you have at least a trace of nobility simply by having a family name, but that is all.” Naomi said. She shrugged off the heavy armor coat and held it.

Calia’s body dripped sweat; her drenched dress clung to her and revealed everything not hidden under her light cloak. She sighed and rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. “I’m a princess; the sovereign of this town and the surrounding lands, including the wastes. Now, everyone here knows this – they also know I spend most of my time at my retreat to avoid much of the reginal formality I loathe.”

Naomi looked down at the crest on the borrowed coat in her hands. “I understand, I think.” She said and looked back up at Calia. “What does this mean of me?”

Calia shrugged off her cloak and hung it on a hook. She took Naomi’s coat and laid it on the floor. “If you have any trace of high breeding, you would be a royal concubine, if not… you’re just the woman I sleep with.” She said with a sigh. “And Amaranth, my wife, is a lady of the house, and I have a royal mate – a male that I have bred with. And I would like to just enjoy the evening and not think about my sovereign duties.”

“You’re sweating through your clothing.” Naomi said. She went to the fireplace and worked to start a small fire. She thought for several minutes about what Calia had said. Calia pulled her dress off and hung it on the back of a chair. “My father is a chieftain.” She mused aloud.

Calia knelt next to Naomi and stopped the young woman’s hands. The pale skinned woman whispered a few words and motioned with her fingers; the fuel logs in the fireplace ignited. “Why were you banished?” She asked.

Naomi sat back on the wooden floor. “I refused to marry the chieftain of a neighboring village.” She scoffed. “He wanted me to marry a man with grandchildren older than me.”

“I have great grandchildren older than you.” Calia said with a smirk.

“But you are not old… not for your people, at least.” Naomi said. She looked over at Calia and began unbuckling her corset.

“I know what it’s like to not have a choice in your destiny. I endured it, and you might have too.” Calia said. She stroked over Naomi’s bare shoulder while she watched the young woman undress. “Choosing to be a concubine would remove that choice in the future.”

“Do I have a choice in if I am to be your concubine?” Naomi asked. She reached between her thighs and unbound the front and back of her corset as to not need to stand to remove it.

“If I had never brought you here, and you had not been seen by the city guards wearing my crest, then you would.” Calia said and then sighed. “A crest I insisted that you wear. I apologize for that.”

“If we are honest, I didn’t have a choice the moment I stepped into your retreat.” Naomi said. She laid back and opened her legs slightly. Calia laid back then rolled over to straddle one of Naomi’s thighs. She looked down at the young woman and shook her head with a knowing smile curled on her lips. “I don’t regret it.” Naomi nervously said.

Calia pressed her lips to Naomi’s and held the kiss for a long moment. The older woman’s hands traced down Naomi’s arms to the young woman’s wrists and gripped them. She pulled the young woman’s hands above her head and pinned them there in her tight grip. Calia broke the kiss and grinned down at Naomi; the young woman’s teeth chattered with her nervousness.

“What’s wrong?” Calia asked; her expression turned from playfulness to concern.

“This is all… new.” Naomi said. She tried to tug her wrists free of Calia’s grip but the woman’s strength was too great.

“Just think of it like touching yourself, just with someone else there.” Calia offered in a comforting tone. Naomi averted her eyes. Calia’s shoulders slumped and her elbows fell on either side of Naomi’s chest. “You haven’t touched yourself, have you?”

Naomi shook her head. Calia released the young woman’s wrists and rolled off of her. She sat up and leaned against the wall. “Come here.” She instructed and patted her lap. Naomi pulled herself to her knees only long enough to turn around and sit back in Calia’s lap. Calia turned the young woman slightly so she could wrap Naomi’s arm across her shoulders. She kissed the side of Naomi’s breast once and laid one hand in the young woman’s lap, the other supported Naomi’s back.

Naomi laughed nervously at the situation. Her averted eyes searched the room for anything to focus on but found nothing. “Your skin is cold.” She said. She instantly blushed from the embarrassment of saying the obvious again.

“It is. Whenever you’re ready, we can start.” Calia said with a little smile and chuckle.

“What exactly are we doing?” Naomi asked. She took a few deep breaths to calm down. Her legs opened slightly more and Calia’s hand stroked her inner thigh softly.

“You are going to learn how to please yourself.” Calia said. “Gods know, if you can’t do that, you can’t possibly please someone else.” Calia took Naomi’s hand and guided it to the young woman’s warm mound. Naomi cupped her hand against her mound, and held her own lips. “Just feel around to get used to your own body.” Calia instructed. “You can’t do this wrong, just make yourself feel good.”

“I like what you did last night.” Naomi said. She probed at her lips aimlessly with her fingertips. “This feels so naughty, like I’m not supposed to be doing this.”

“I am going to make a wild guess and say that your tribe or village worshiped a god of abstinence.” Calia said while kissing the side of Naomi’s breast. She held her hand free of Naomi’s lap to let her explore her own body free of intrusion – she moved her hand to the young woman’s belly. Naomi nodded at Calia’s comments and spread her own lips with her fingertips. “I’m not particularly religious – I haven’t devoted myself to any god or goddess… but there is a temple to nineteen gods in town, and they all share a common theme.”

“If I may make a wild guess…” Naomi started. She let out a small pleasured noise as she discovered her own clitoris. “All of the gods are gods of sex.”

“In one form or another.” Calia said while craning her neck to watch the young woman play with herself. She smiled as Naomi flicked her fingertip against her clit repeatedly. She shivered in Calia’s lap and her moist lips dripped their arousal onto Calia’s thigh.

Naomi straightened her back and stretched her legs out. Her fingers stroked roughly against her own sensitive nub. “This feels good.” She said with a soft moan. “What do I need to do to… you know…?” She asked between soft pants.

“Are you close already?” Calia asked with a little smirk. “Just keep doing what you are doing. If you want it to last longer, you should distract your mind with something while you keep going.” She turned Naomi in her lap and rest her chin on the young woman’s shoulder. She cupped the back of Naomi’s hand and slowed down her motions.

Naomi let out a low shiver and a moan. “I can’t distract myself… all I can think about is between my legs.” She said. She tried to rub herself faster but Calia tightened her grip on the young woman’s fingers. She did not change what Naomi was doing, just her pace. “Talk to me, please?” She asked.

“You don’t find my voice sexy?” Calia said with mock outrage.

“N… No! I didn’t mean that! I just need something to focus on.” Naomi said while letting out another soft moan.

“What do you want me to talk about?” Calia said. She twisted her wrist just a little to give Naomi a hint – enough of a hint that Naomi lowered her hand and pressed a finger into her pussy.

Naomi sucked on her teeth for a second, then let out a long sigh. “Tell me… about the temple.”

Calia slowly rocked Naomi’s finger back and forth; the young woman fucked herself slowly. “The temple is a temple. I ordered that it be built to dedicate a new town square, and invited priestesses from eighteen orders to hold services there.”

“I thought you said nineteen gods are worshiped there.” Naomi said. Her eyes were closed and her pussy already started to clamp down around her finger, but Calia’s slow pace prevented her from going over the edge.

“There are nineteen goods, but eighteen orders. There are twin gods worshiped as a pair.” Calia said. She gazed off into the room and idly fucked Naomi with the young woman’s own finger. “My wife is a priest of the twin gods. She is away now to earn the right to take over that congregation at the temple here.”

Naomi panted and writhed in Calia’s lap which prompted the noblewoman to simply stop moving. Naomi whimpered and whined as her body backed away from the edge of her climax. Calia started again, and pushed Naomi’s finger in deep slow strokes. “And… the other seventeen?” She asked between panting breaths.

“All the orders I invited to congregate at the temple worship female gods with a connection to sex and love. My wife’s goddesses represent sexual commerce, prostitution, slaves and slavery. There are congregations for two gods of sex and fertility, one for a god of rape. I don’t know the others; they took residence while I was on my retreat.”

Naomi lifted her hips to try and push herself harder on the finger, but Calia moved with her to keep the slow pace. “How do you not know who you invited?” She asked. Her eyes were closed and her head tilted to the side. It took great effort to focus on Calia’s words.

“I invited them in as much as I instructed a governor to seek out all the orders worshiping female gods of sex and love, and invite them to my new temple.” Calia said with a little smirk. “Do you want to cum now?” She asked.

Naomi nodded frantically and let out a moan. “Yes, please!” She cried out pleadingly. Calia grinned and thrust her finger in with Naomi’s and pumped both her and the young woman’s fingers in the tightening hole. She slid her free hand up and gripped Naomi by her small breast. Naomi writhed and rocked against Calia. It didn’t take long for the young woman to moan out in climax.

Calia pulled the fingers from Naomi’s pussy and brought them up to the young woman’s lips. “This is not required, but I do like it when my partners clean up.” She whispered.

Naomi hesitantly opened her mouth and flicked her tongue out to lap the juices off her own and Calia’s fingers. Her face contorted at first in reaction to the taste, but her expression returned to neutral as she accepted both fingers into her mouth and gently suckled them clean.

“Did you enjoy that. Besides the obvious.” Calia asked. She slipped her finger from the young woman’s mouth and held her with both hands. She slowly rocked the woman as the fire grew warm not but a few feet away.

“It felt wonderful.” Naomi said with closed eyes.

Calia whispered in the young woman’s ear “Next time, you’ll learn how to please me.”

Amaranth stood at the altar of the great temple – her body covered in intricately drawn patterns of black ink. She gazed blindly towards the back of the large chamber – past the assembled congregation of her peers. The high priestess of the temple, her mentor Lita, stood behind her wearing ceremonial red loin cloth and jewelry – which is much more than the initiate priest standing before her.

“You know what is going to happen, correct?” Lita asked Amaranth in a whisper.

“I do.” Amaranth answered.

“Humor me and explain it.” Lita said. She leaned in and kissed the back of Amaranth’s neck. She placed her hands on the young woman’s hips and slowly rocked with her.

“The congregation will take turns with my body; If I please them, they will pay their token. If enough of them pay, I will be bound to the altar and our twin mothers will judge me.” Amaranth said in a whisper.

“You underplayed two very important points, Amaranth.” Lita said. She traced her tongue along the back of the young woman’s ear.

Amaranth shivered from Lita’s touch. “I will have sex with the entire clergy of the great temple, from the lowest confessional slaves and whores to the high priestess – you; I will do any act they desire as long as it does not bring me to climax. If I am satisfactory to most of them, then I face the gods.” She took a deep breath through her nose. “I will be bound and the ink of my flesh ignited; if I find their blessing, I will be saved, if not I die as a sacrifice.”

“This is your last chance to back down.” Lita said.

“Do you honestly think I would back away after all this time and effort?” Amaranth turned her head to ask her mentor, not that she could see through the ink on her eyes.

“I didn’t think you would, but I had to ask to be sure.” Lita said. She put her hand on Amaranth’s back and guided the young woman to her knees. “We will begin shortly. The confessional slaves come first. Don’t waste too much effort on them – just a token lick.”

Amaranth nodded and waited at the foot of the altar, on her knees with her legs spread to give the entire assembled congregation a clear view of her nude body. Lita walked behind the altar and began services; she read from an ancient text to the quiet temple. Amaranth couldn’t hear the sermon over the pulse of her racing heart – she didn’t even hear when Lita called the young confessional slaves to the altar.

Lita’s hands cupped the back of Amaranth’s head and pushed her face forward into the first of the little girls. Amaranth dutifully jutted her tongue out to find it in-line with the smooth slit of one of the temple slaves. She thought for a moment at how sweet young flesh tasted. She pressed her tongue against the little girl’s hood, and tried to dig the tip into her slit, but the little girl stepped away and placed a metal token on Amaranth’s tongue.

Amaranth whined just a little. She leaned forward and dropped the token from her tongue into a small clay pot next to her knees. When she straightened her spine, another young slit waited for her. She quickly flicked her tongue against the little cunt to try and bring some pleasure to the little girl. She couldn’t see who it was, or watch her reaction; she could only hear and taste the girl. The little girl let out a little moan and stepped back. She placed her token on Amaranth’s tongue, and the process repeated itself.

Amaranth lost count of how many little slaves she licked; she guessed it would have to be sixty or seventy little girls. She sighed she leaned forward and there was no young girl to tease. She bit the inside of her cheek and whispered only loud enough for Lita to hear. “Shame. I liked licking them, and their token counts for next to nothing.”

“My token is just about the only one that matters; you know that. We still go through the ritual even if we know you are going to make it to the altar.” Lita whispered back.

“Who’s next?” Amaranth asked. She wiped her chin and lips with her arm and resumed her wide open kneeling pose.

“Twelve ascension initiates, Fourteen ascended priestesses, two dedication initiates, four temple priestess, and myself.” Lita whispered. “You just keep doing what you are doing – I am keeping track of who deserves your time.” Lita gently pulled Amaranth to her back.

Amaranth’s eyes darted around the room as she settled back on to cold stone floor; she still could see nothing. She fixated on the feeling of Lita’s fingers stroking through her hair; a focus only broken when she felt the weight of a girl – a young teen, she guessed – press against her shoulders.

Amaranth lifted her head, an act aided by the girl’s hands grip in her hair. She pressed her tongue out and slithered it between the girl’s wet lips. The young girl was ready when she knelt over Amaranth’s head; her eager hips rolled and spread her wet over the older priestess’s tongue and chin.

Amaranth’s lips wrapped around the girl’s hood and her tongue pressed forward. She hooked her arms around the girl’s thighs and pulled her down into her flicking tongue. The girl shivered and moaned. Her hips twitched and she very quickly reached her climax.

Amaranth and Lita both chuckled a little as the girl lifted away from Amaranth. “Come here for a second, love.” Amaranth said to the girl. The girl knelt down and leaned in towards the young woman. Amaranth wrapped her arms around the girl’s neck and pressed her lips to her cheek. “You touched yourself before you got up here, didn’t you?” Amaranth whispered. “It’s ok – I did too the first time I participated in someone’s dedication. You are at the age where you will get enough time to climax… so next time, come in dry.” She whispered to the girl.

“Thank you, Priestess Amaranth.” The girl whispered and licked some of her own wet off of Amaranth’s lips. Amaranth let go of the girl and she placed her token on Amaranth’s tongue. The priestess turned her head and dumped the coin in her pot. Another girl knelt on Amaranth’s shoulders. The young priestess craned her neck yet again, and pressed her tongue against the girl’s wet, but not soaking, lips.

Amaranth once again wrapped her arms around the thighs of the girl atop her, and held her against her lips. She slowly traced her tongue along the girl’s slit and flicked the tip of her tongue against the underside of the girl’s clit. The girl slowly rocked her hips against Amaranth’s face and she let out a soft moan. Amaranth pressed her tongue against the girl’s clit and rocked her head back and forth; her tongue rubbed against the girl’s clit.

Lita stroked her fingers through Amaranth’s hair; she held her charge’s head while the young teen rode her face. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the teen’s. The young girl moaned into Lita’s lips as Amaranth’s tongue drove her into climax. The girl climbed off and leaned down to lick some of her own juices from Amaranth’s painted face. She placed her token on Amaranth’s tongue.

This repeated with little variation for the remaining twenty-four ascended and ascension initiates that used Amaranth that day. Amaranth dumped the last of the teen girls’ tokens in her pot and sat up. Lita leaned in and rested her chin on Amaranth’s shoulder. “How are you handling this?” She asked the young priestess in a whisper.

Amaranth stretched her jaw for a few seconds. “I thought they would be a little more… adventurous.” She whispered back.

“You could request that of them, you know.” Lita said with a soft kiss on Amaranth’s cheek.

“That isn’t in the spirit of the ritual.” Amaranth said and turned her head to kiss Lita on the lips. “They should do what they want to me… I’m just disappointed they only want to be pleased by my mouth.”

“They are young – they are all either still slaves or just ascended from slavery to the priesthood. They have no experience getting pleasure for themselves. You can teach that to them later.” Lita said with another kiss to Amaranth’s lips. “It’s no matter, you have women to deal with, now.”

“Are you ready to continue?” The high priestess, Lita, asked Amaranth. She wrapped her hands around Amaranth’s waist and held her close. Amaranth dripped sweat from all her pours – the moisture accentuated the contrast between her skin and the black ink that covered her body in thin lines.

“Can I have some water first?” Amaranth asked in a whisper.

“Not until after the ritual. I’m sorry.” Lita said. “There are only seven more to please before you can face the altar. It won’t be long now”

“Do you think they will be more… creative than the others?” Amaranth asked.

Lita smirked and looked out at the women who have yet taken their turn at Amaranth. “I don’t know about creative, but it will be more than simply straddling your face.” She again kissed Amaranth’s cheek and stood up behind her. She helped the young priestess to her feet. “The Dedication Initiates are getting restless, love.” She whispered.

“We can resume, then.” Amaranth sighed out as she stood. She stretched her spine for a moment, an act that jut her chest out. At the apex of her arc she felt the warm hand of one of the initiates touch her breast. She held the position for the woman.

The woman, who was a similar age to Amaranth, gripped the priestess’ breast and rolled her nipple between her fingers. Amaranth gasped and closed her eyes. The young woman took Amaranth’s hand and walked her past Lita to the altar. She gripped the back of Amaranth’s neck and pushed her forward, bending her over the cold stone of the altar and stood behind her.

Amaranth gripped the edge of the altar in anticipation of what was to come. Her nails ground against the hard stone as her hips pressed back against the initiate’s. She let out a needy moan when she felt the initiate’s foci – a dildo – firmly attached to the young woman. The initiate gripped Amaranth’s hips with both hands and pressed forward. The dildo slammed into Amaranth, not in her wet and waiting cunt, but into her tight puckered ass.

Amaranth let out a scream of shock and pain at the sudden insertion into her unprepared anus. She tried to pull away from the toy inside her, but was pinned against the altar. The initiate was not entirely cruel – she slowly thrust her hips to loosen Amaranth’s muscle at first. When Amaranth’s resistance was reduced to a series of slightly pained grunts, the initiate thrust harder and faster; her hips bounced hard against Amaranth’s. She pulled the blinded priestess back by her hair and gripped her throat with one hand. Her other hand slid beneath Amaranth and found its way to her pussy; her fingers rubbed Amaranth’s clit as vigorously as she fucked Amaranth’s ass.

Amaranth panted hard through her nose as the initiate roughly took her. This came to a stop when the initiate began to squeeze Amaranth’s throat. The initiate’s voice filled her ears, but what was said was nonsense interspersed with moaning. The initiate’s fingers plunged into Amaranth’s cunt and thrust inside her in time with her hips. Amaranth’s discomfort gave way to pleasure; she leaked moisture onto the initiate’s fingers. Before she could climax from the torment, the initiate pulled away. “You’re a good whore.” The initiate whispered to Amaranth. After releasing the priestess’ throat she shoved her token into Amaranth’s mouth.

Amaranth didn’t have a chance to deposit the token in her pot before the second initiate took ahold of her body. She lifted Amaranth’s hips and rolled her onto the altar. While Amaranth panted, the initiate crawled between her legs. She straddled Amaranth’s thigh and pressed her mound to the blinded priestess’. Her slow gyrations forced Amaranth to shiver and moan in pleasure.

The initiate held Amaranth’s leg and ground her lips against the exhausted young woman. “Does this feel good?” The initiate asked through a soft moan; Amaranth nodded and held her breath. She had to focus on forcing herself not to climax. The two women’s coupling filled the room with erotic wet sounds. Amaranth noticed for the first time how much the room smelled like sex.

The initiate leaned forward and pressed her clit against Amaranth’s mound. Her grind turned more masturbatory and less to their mutual pleasure – not that Amaranth found the new position any less pleasurable. The initiate gripped Amaranth’s thigh tightly and began to rock rapidly. She let out a long loud moan as she climaxed.

The initiate pulled away for a second and leaned down to kiss Amaranth; her tongue played with the token still in the young priestess’ mouth. She reached down and pressed her token into Amaranth’s pussy before stepping away.

Amaranth laid on the altar and panted. She let out a whining whimper at being left on edge again by the second initiate. She slowly sat up on the altar and pulled her legs under herself. She pulled the collection pot to her and dumped the token from her mouth into it. She then squatted over the pot and pushed the token out of her cunt.

“Take a few minutes to rest.” Lita said as she took the collection pot from Amaranth.

Amaranth nodded and laid back on the altar. “Thank you.” She said. She could hear the four temple priestesses murmuring in the distance, but could not make out what they were saying. Their discussion was interspersed with laughs. The only word she could make out was the occasional use of her name. “What are they talking about?” she asked in a whisper.

“I think they want to take you all at once.” Lita said. She climbed onto the altar and knelt with her knees on either side of Amaranth’s head. She stroked Amaranth’s hair and held her head in her lap. “I’m not entirely sure what they are planning though. Two are wearing their foci, so you can probably expect to take both at once.”

“What are you planning on doing?” Amaranth asked. She nuzzled into Lita’s lap while idly touching herself to stay aroused.

“Something we’ve done before. You liked it when we did it.” Lita said. She reached down and stroked gently over Amaranth’s breasts.

Amaranth grinned. “We have done a lot that I liked.”

“They are coming over. They do not like you nearly as much as I do. Try to endure any cruelty they have in mind.” Lita said. She eased Amaranth’s head out of her lap and crawled off the altar. She kissed Amaranth’s lips briefly before she made way for the four temple priestesses.

The priestesses pulled Amaranth along the altar so her head hung off the end of the stone slab. Two of the priests climbed onto the slab on either side of Amaranth; they pinned her down and straddled her hands and pinned them against their pussies. One priestess climbed between Amaranth’s legs and another stood at her head. Without ceremony, the one between her legs pressed forwards and slammed her foci into Amaranth’s cunt. The one at her head stroked her face a few times before her lips were spread by the priestess’ foci.

The priestesses at her head and loins thrust in simultaneously; they pushed Amaranth on each other. Amaranth’s throat distended as the hard foci slammed into her; her legs buckled and pulled up as the other foci pounded into her. She lifted her hands as much as she could to press her finger into the two remaining priestesses’ wet holes.

Nothing about the situation was particularly pleasurable for anyone; the priestesses were more interested in testing Amaranth’s limits with a mix of sadism. The two inside her thrust powerfully and out of time. Despite cruel intentions, Amaranth’s cunt tightened around the foci. She bucked against the toy, while the other rammed into her throat. A single tear ran down Amaranth’s cheek while her throat emitted a moan between the priestess’ thrusts.

Amaranth pressed her fingers into the two priestess that restrained her. Her fingers thrust in time with the thrusting inside her. “Fuck.” One of the priestesses whispered – the one on Amaranth’s right. Her pussy tightened around Amaranth’s fingers and her body rocked against her hand. Her legs quivered and buckled and she let out a long climactic moan.

“You couldn’t hold out?” The priestess at Amaranth’s head chastised the orgasmic priestess. The priestesses inside Amaranth slowed their movements and pulled out of the woman.

“Your plan failed, I take it?” Lita said with a smirk. “You’re done. Offer your token to her or not.” She said while waving the women away. Dissatisfied grumbles were exchanged between the four women as they climbed off the altar. Two of the women roughly shoved their tokens into Amaranth’s pussy. After a moment to catch her breath, she sat up, and blindly searched for her collection pot.

Lita walked over to the altar and placed the pot on the altar in front of Amaranth. “It’s right here.” She whispered. Amaranth moved to squat above the pot and pushed the coins out of her body. “You did well. There is just one more.”

Lita knelt on Amaranth’s painted chest; she leaned over the young woman and tied Amaranth’s wrists to the binding posts on the cold stone altar. Amaranth pulled at the bindings not in an attempt to escape, but to test the strength of Lita’s knots.

“I thought this waited until after you have given me your token.” Amaranth said with a smirk as Lita turned atop her. The older priestess looped rope around Amaranth’s ankles and looped it through holes in the Altar; when pulled tight, Amaranth’s legs spread wide.

“This is for me.” Lita said while giving the insides of Amaranth’s thighs some playful slaps. Amaranth’s hips jerked under Lita – she bounced the priestess in her lap with her movements. “Aren’t we eager?” Lita said with a smirk. Lita climbed off of Amaranth and knelt between her knees.

Amaranth took a deep breath and closed her blinded eyes. Just as her body started to relax, she felt a hard tip press against her pussy; the object slowly pushed into her. She let out a whining moan as Lita pushed the hard toy deep into her body.

The older priestess straddled over Amaranth’s mound and lowered herself on the opposite end of the hard toy she inserted into her charge. She let out a soft moan; her hips lifted and dropped and pushed the toy deeper into herself and her lover. Her body slowly rocked on the toy, fucking both herself and Amaranth on the dildo.

Amaranth panted through grit teeth; her abused hole took the toy deeper until her mound touch Lita’s. Both women let out simultaneous moans; Lita leaned forward and pressed her lips to Amaranths and passionately kissed the young woman. Their hips bucked against each other and drove the toy into the other’s pussy. Lita ground her hips when their mounds touched and rubbed her clit into Amaranth’s.

Amaranth’s face scrunched as she tightened on the toy. Lita broke her kiss and stared down at the young woman. “I’m close.” Amaranth panted out. Lita nodded, not that Amaranth could see. The older priestess pressed down harder into Amaranth and her hands cupped the young woman’s small breasts.

Lita whimpered pathetically as she rode Amaranth; the sensory stimulation of the day had kept her aroused since the ritual began and Amaranth was no better off. Amaranth’s legs twitched and she tugged hard on her bindings. The women’s voices raised in orgasmic pleasure; heat built between them – and ignited the markings on Amaranth’s skin.

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Amaranth awoke suddenly. She could see, but didn’t recognize the swirl of colors and lights she saw. It took a moment to feel the hard shaft inside her, pumping into her pussy. She let out a low moan and put her hands on her belly; the cock distended her body painlessly. She turned her head to look back at who was fucking her, but it was formless to her eyes.

“She’s awake.” An angelic voice announced. The sound reverberated off of absent walls. Hands gripped Amaranth’s side and held her in place. She was in a lap, she realized. Dozens of near formless masses formed out of the colorful maelstrom; as they approached, they became more human in appearance. Amaranth looked back again and found the form pounding into her cunt had taken on the appearance of a young woman.

Two woman, identical in appearance, approached Amaranth. The pounding in the young woman’s cunt didn’t change in pace or force. “You seek to be our priestess.” The twin women spoke in unison. “We do not desire this – we have as many as we need.”

A low murmur of incoherent voices filled the room without walls as Amaranth’s throat emitted a long low moan. Amaranth closed her eyes and clenched her muscles on the cock inside her. The woman she rode let out a whimpering moan.

“It is decided; you will serve another purpose.” The twins said.

“She cannot understand what you are saying.” One of the voices said.

Amaranth grunted out her moans in time with the cock slamming into her belly. “I understand you!” she cried out.

“We have sent a guide to your companion. You will follow her and bring about the avatar.” The twins said. “Your companion’s temple to nineteen will expand to honor all seventy-six for which it claims to honor.”

“Faster. She is going to finish soon.” The woman that held Amaranth spoke between moans. He hips bounced off Amaranth’s ass as her cock thrust inside the young priestess.

The twin’s voices took on an air of frustration. “Follow the guide and couple with who she leads you to. When that task is complete, you will birth the avatar in your companion’s temple.”

Amaranth bent forward; the cock inside her slammed harder and faster. “I will!” she cried out as the cock drove her to climax.

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Amaranth opened her eyes. The temple was empty save her mentor. Her wrists we unbound and her eyes clear of the blinding ink. “How long?” She coughed her question out as she sat up.

Lita looked up at Amaranth with a small smile. “You were with them for a little over a week. Your burns healed a few hours ago.”

Amaranth turned her head to look at Lita; the woman was dressed in long flowing robes made of a semi-sheer material – she normally would be able to make out the faintest hints of Lita’s form through the clothing. Now, however, it looked as though Lita’s skin glowed. She could see the same kinds of patterns in Lita’s skin that had been painted onto her own body. “Everything looks different. You are glowing.” She said.

Lita’s smile widened. “It’s how priestesses see each other, if they have been blessed by our twin mothers.” Lita sat on the altar next to Amaranth and wrapped her arm over the young woman’s shoulder. “They blessed your effort to lead your wife’s temple.”

“No. They didn’t. They want something else from me.” Amaranth said as she leaned against Lita. “It’s not entirely clear what their end is, but I know how it will start.”

“Are you going to abandon the temple, then?” Lita asked with a quirked brow?

“No. I’m still going to open the congregation there. But that is not where I will end up.” Amaranth leaned in and kissed Lita’s cheek. “That’s only the beginning.” She rested her hand in Lita’s lap and squeezed the older priestess’ thigh gently.

Lita lifted Amaranth’s hand away from her lap. “Insatiable.” She said with a smirk. “It is very late, and you should rest.” Amaranth frowned at Lita’s words. “You won’t be alone; as a gift to you, and the new temple, I have arranged some companionship for you. They have been waiting in your room since the ritual ended.”

“But not you?” Amaranth said with pouting lips.

“I love you, Amaranth, but over the past three weeks, we have spent more time together than apart. Most of it quite intimate.” Lita kissed gently on Amaranth’s neck. “We both need a change of pace.” She stood and held her hand out for the young priestess. “You are still a temple priestess by rank, even if heading a temple isn’t your path. You should take advantage of those privileges.”

Amaranth took Lita’s hand and slipped from the altar. Her bare feet slapped against the floor as the two walked from the temple to the dormitory hall. The dormitory was quite; the majority of the priestesses were sound asleep, although they could hear the sounds of lovemaking as they passed several of the doors.

They stopped by one door and listened for several minutes to the young moans of a confessional slave as wet slaps rhythmically echoed in the hall. The priestess’ grunts overpowered the girl’s whimpers and culminated in a loud moan from both. Lita looked at Amaranth with a grin. “I love those sounds.”

The pair walked further, and eventually reached Amaranth’s bedchamber. Lita released Amaranth’s hand and stepped away. “You are not going to come in?” Amaranth asked.

“No, I don’t want to intrude on the first time with your charges.” Lita said with a small smile. “Good night, sister Amaranth.”

Amaranth waved to her mentor with a disappointed smile and opened the door to her chamber. On the floor, atop a pair of thin mattresses, laid five sleeping young girls – confessional slaves, stark naked and bearing the mark of her temple branded on their thighs. A teen girl, an ascension initiate, knelt nude on the bed with spread knees and her hand resting on her thighs. Her eyes opened and looked up at Amaranth with a smile.