Title: Winter, Part 4-C
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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.

----

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.

----

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.