Title: Winter, Part 4-A
Keywords: F g(60) f(26) oral ds fantasy ritual

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."