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The Sacred Within
Chapter 5: Obesiance

Author: Amaranta Fiore


On the dias, Michael’s wife Gwen is lying spread-eagled on the large 
altar-table.  A well-muscled young man kneels between Gwen’s outspread 
thighs, his face buried in her pussy.  Mallia holds the stone phallus 
as Gwen’s tongue flicks and slides along the glistening shaft.  For a 
moment, Michael is too stunned to do anything, but it comes to him 
suddenly that a man is touching his wife- a strange man.  What does she 
think she is doing?  He must put a stop to this!

He starts forward in a rage, but the young priestess clings to him and 
the others surround him and hold him back.  He watches as his wife 
cries out, her hips thrusting toward the man’s glistening face.  Mallia 
turns toward him and beckons.  The bevy of nubile flesh surrounding him 
floats him forward toward his wife.  The young male devotee, his task 
finished, smiles at Michael, who is being led to stand at the edge of 
the altar.

Michael looks down at Gwen, her pussy absolutely dripping.  He is 
excited and appalled at the same time.  His confusion is interrupted as 
Mallia speaks:  “She is ready now to give a gift to the Goddess in 
return.  She refused before, because she would not have a man other 
than her husband.  Now that you have agreed to assist us, we can all 
give thanks to Her.  Do you still agree to this?”  Gwen, watching 
Michael’s face, knows he does not understand, so she breaks in and 
translates Mallia’s words into English for him.

“So you refused to have sex with this guy?” Michael queries, gesturing 
to the young man.  

“Yes, of course I did!”

“What is expected of us here in this ‘gift’ ceremony?”

“I don’t know, exactly.  But you agreed to it.  I tried to warn you 
that this might get out of hand.  We can go now, I think, if we ask to, 
but I’m not sure I want to offend Mallia, or the Goddess.  I told you 
before that I think something extraordinary happened to me, so I’m not 
sure what would happen if we were to leave now.”

“All right, but this man is not fucking you.  And I have to get a 
closer look at that before we leave,” Michael says, nodding towards the 
phallus in Mallia’s hand.

“Michael, you decide.  I will risk offending the Goddess if you want to 
go, but I think we must do as Mallia says if we stay.  We agreed to go 
on with this, even if it means fucking him.  What to you want to do?”

It takes Michael just a heartbeat to decide.  He simply must get his 
hands on that phallus.  It appears to be genuine, and he needs Mallia’s 
cooperation to understand their customs and rituals.  For this chance, 
he would be willing to risk the possibility that his wife might be 
asked to have sex with anyone in the room, including that young Adonis.  
“All right, let’s go for it.”

“Ne (Yes),” Michael says, dipping his head in a bow to Mallia.

“Poly kala,” Mallia beams.

“Very well,” says Gwen, echoing Mallia’s response.


With Mallia’s pronouncement and a wave of her hand, the priestesses 
surrounding Michael all smile and begin to whisper amongst themselves.  
They must be deciding where to begin, for as soon as their soft murmurs 
die away, they move as one entity.  Michael is taken aback by their 
coordination.  He moves forward toward the altar with his beauties 
towing him along.  The priestesses draw him to the altar and Gwen.

Michael looks down to see his wife lying on the altar.  She has brought 
her knees together, unsure of herself.  Mallia stands beside the altar, 
bending over, whispering into Gwen’s ear.  Gwen’s eyes meet his and he 
feels a sudden surge of lust for her, a feeling he hasn’t felt in a 
long time.  She seems to be embarrassed by what Mallia is whispering to 
her.  Or is it excitement?  Her eyes are shining so brightly.

Mallia stops talking with Gwen and her tongue snakes out, flicking 
along Gwen’s earlobe.  Gwen gasps suddenly in response.  Mallia smiles 
and slowly licks and kisses her way from Gwen’s ear to her mouth. 
Mallia’s mouth firmly covers Gwen’s in a long, steamy kiss.  As they 
finally pull apart, Michael sees Gwen’s tongue flick out for a last, 
longing taste.  Mallia stands and beckons two of the young priestesses 
to proceed to either side of the altar.  They arrive and gently devour 
Gwen’s erect nipples, attacking in tandem.

Michael’s erection is slowly returning as he watches his wife being 
ravished.  Mallia clucks her tongue and one priestess drops to her 
knees in front of him and begins to lick his cock.  Her hot tongue 
slides up and down the sides of his cock, straying occasionally to kiss 
along his testicles.  He squirms a bit-- her attentions are more 
ticklish than he likes.  She understands his reactions and takes his 
balls firmly in the cup of her palm and lightly, rhythmically squeezes 
them as her mouth opens to accept his cock.  It isn’t fully erect yet, 
so she is able to take it all in her mouth, her hand meeting her lips, 
suffusing his entire genital area with warmth.  She draws back, 
beginning to suck the head against the roof of her mouth.  Exquisite!  
Michael closes his eyes, savoring the sensations.

Once again, one of the beautiful priestesses kneels behind him and her 
tongue wastes no time in exploring his tight opening.  A finger soon 
replaces her tongue, causing Michael to moan aloud.  He squirms, trying 
to encourage her to remove her intruding digit.  Michael’s movements 
force his cock-sucking beauty to relinquish her hold on his member.  In 
response to being freed from her grasp, his cock stands defiantly tall, 
nearly parallel to his body, his arousal very apparent.  Mallia quickly 
takes hold of his rock-hard cock, her long fingernails pinching at the 
foreskin.  She propels him forward, placing his cock at the entrance of 
his wife’s glistening pussy.

Michael needs no urging.  He plunges into her, burying himself to the 
hilt.  Gwen moans in response to his entrance to her body, raising her 
hips to meet him.  Michael feels an incredibly strong urge from deep 
inside to grind his whole body into her opening, filling her hot, 
enveloping pussy completely.  Finally drawing back from her, he begins 
plunging in and out repeatedly, each stroke more forceful.

Michael feels the priestess behind him insert a second finger into his 
anus.  He can’t help it- this drives him wild.  Each stroke into Gwen 
bringing the fingers to the rim of his opening and each withdrawl 
forcing the beauty’s fingers deep into his ass.  The stimulus is 
incredible.

Michael feels the rising desire to plow into Gwen for a last time and 
fill her with his cum.  His balls are getting tighter and heavier and 
he’s reaching that point of no return.  He is going to give it to her 
full force.  Michael draws back, so his cock-head nearly slips out of 
her opening.  Swinging his hips forward to impale Gwen, Mallia grips 
the back of his neck and gathers his balls into her palm.  She tenses 
her grip on his neck, forcing Michael to hold back on the stroke.  She 
gently pinches at the base of his cock, just above the scrotum.  
Michael squeaks a mild protest, but the sensation of the stimulation to 
his prostate pushes him over the edge.  He feels the sensations of 
orgasm wash over him, his knees growing weak, but there is no semen;  
Mallia’s deft yet gentle grip on his balls interrupted the flow.

Even after a few minutes’ recovery from orgasm, Michael’s cock is still 
hard.  Mallia releases her grip from his neck and his balls and moves 
to Gwen’s side.  His ass-loving beauty slides her fingers from his 
body.  Mallia presents her dildo to Gwen to be devoured again.  Gwen’s 
mouth opens obligingly, coating the stone phallus with her saliva.  
Mallia gingerly removes it.  A thin spider-web of Gwen’s saliva trails 
from the phallus.

Michael’s lust for his wife is reawakened after his brief orgasm.  He 
plunges into her anew.  A few strokes later, Mallia grips his hips with 
her firm grasp, halting the fucking motion of his body.  Several hands 
gently press his shoulders down toward Gwen’s reclining body.  In 
response, Gwen draws her knees up, extending her legs until they hook 
over his shoulders.  In this position his is buried deeply within his 
wife, leaving his bottom sticking out behind him.  The small hands 
travel from his shoulders to his ass and separate the cheeks.  As it 
dawns on Michael what is about to happen, he attempts to draw back from 
the embrace of Gwen’s pussy.  His motion backward brings the puckered 
opening of his ass in contact with the phallus.  With this contact, 
Mallia presses it forward and up into his ass.  It burns a little, 
making his ass feel hot, yet the cold smoothness of the stone is 
arousing and stimulating at the same time.  The deep thickness of the 
phallus’ penetration presses against his prostate.  Michael retreats 
from the intrusion, burying himself once more in Gwen’s warm pussy.  He 
feels Mallia’s breasts brushing his back and her fist propelling the 
dildo between his buttocks.

One of the priestesses standing beside the altar hops up to straddle 
Gwen.  Michael watches as she lowers her pussy over Gwen’s face.  
Gwen’s tongue tentatively flicks out to lap at the beauty’s clitoris.  
Seeing this, Michael forgets about the phallus and draws back to plunge 
into Gwen again.  His lust rising, he begins to fuck his wife with 
earnest, which allows Mallia to intensely fuck his ass with each stroke 
he gives to his wife.  His gaze is concentrating on the lovely 
priestess’ pussy receiving attention from his wife’s mouth.  He feels 
the priestess stroke his cheek.  He looks up from her pussy to her eyes 
and she leans into kiss him, her lips parting invitingly.  He lunges to 
lock lips with her, burying himself deep inside Gwen.

Gwen moans and her vaginal muscles contact around his cock, the milking 
motions of her orgasm driving Michael to new heights of lust.  He is so 
lost in the sensations that he does not notice Mallia has removed the 
phallus from his ass.  He first notices something has changed when he 
feels something larger and warmer pressing against the opening.  He 
moves back toward the intruder as he strokes in and out of Gwen’s 
still-convulsing pussy.  The intruder is so large, but it finally pops 
into the opening.  This phallus feels incredible.  The beauty breaks 
her kiss with him to watch behind him.  He turns his head to follow her 
gaze and comes face-to-face with Mallia, who is guiding the cock of her 
young Adonis into his rectum.

The young man’s eyes meet Michael’s and he smiles.  His hands come up 
to rest on Michael’s shoulders as he impales Michael with the last few 
inches of his cock.  Michael is aghast at what is happening to him.  
The pleasure is apparent, but he has never desired a man before and 
what should he do now?  The lovely priestess decides for him.  She 
caresses his cheek again, bringing his attention back to her.  She is 
now standing on the altar, her feet planted on either side of Gwen’s 
waist, her pussy right in front of Michael’s face.  She reaches down to 
her pussy, drawing the labia apart, revealing her engorged clit.  

Michael resigns himself to the situation and dives face first into the 
divine pussy, his cock still buried in Gwen and slowly pumping in and 
out of her, and thus allowing the young man’s penis to fuck him too.  
Michael ravishes the succulent pussy in front of him until the 
priestess begins to shake with orgasm.  Michael reaches up, cupping her 
full ass, supporting her as she trembles and her knees become weak from 
release.  She gives a final shudder, and her weight shifts until she is 
no longer dependent on Michael’s support to remain upright.  Michael 
eager continues to bring her off, but she steps away with a final 
caress to his cheek.  

Michael, suddenly more aware of his surroundings, hears the young 
Adonis at his rear grunt.  He looks behind him again to see Mallia now 
fucking her Adonis with the dildo.  The beautiful young man wraps his 
arms around Michael, kissing him on the cheek as he starts to thrust 
more forcefully.  The sensation of his cock in Michael’s ass is 
powerful- the deep, tingling pressure against his prostate is 
absolutely incredible!  With every thrust, it feels as if the greatest 
orgasm Michael can imagine is about to occur.  Only the sensation of 
Gwen’s pussy throbbing around his rock-hard cock is making this any 
more overwhelming.  

Mallia’s thrusting into the Adonis’ ass must be intensifying, as 
Michael senses the young man’s orgasm is nearing.  Michael, truly 
caught up in the intensity, looks around and his eyes lock with Gwen’s.  
He blushes as the Adonis moans with pleasure.  Gwen is practically 
glowing, her body covered in sweat, the light making her look radiant.  
Her hair is wild in tendrils, haloing her lustful visage.  Michael 
grasps her full hips roughly.   Dragging her slightly closer to him, he 
throws her legs up over his shoulders and penetrates her as deeply as 
he can.  He sinks deep into her hot, undulating canal and then pulls 
back until the head of his cock is just at her opening, impaling 
himself on the young man’s member, savoring the fullness.

Plunging into Gwen again and again, he hears the man’s breath begin to 
get more ragged.  Mallia drives the dildo into the man deeply, this 
time not removing it and slapping his ass repeatedly.  The Adonis jerks 
his head around to protest, but catches Mallia’s mouth in a fierce, 
probing kiss.  She lingers, biting at his lips, her lust burning 
brighter.  He moans, fighting to control his desire to come.  Mallia 
senses his need, slaps his ass a final time and he proceeds to plow 
into Michael’s ass, thrusting furiously.

Gwen’s pussy erupts in a wave of intense contractions, causing her to 
cry out as Michael plunges into her.  She is so transcendent in the 
throes of orgasm that her lubricant copiously runs down her pussy, 
trickling toward her anus.  Michael roars in response to her writhing 
canal and thrusts furiously.  Her pussy milks his cock of all his 
essence, tensing every muscle in his pleasured body.  His ass tightens 
in response, and the opening is violated one last time as the Adonis 
thrusts into him and then withdraws.

The man turns toward Mallia now standing beside him, spilling his cum 
onto Mallia’s full belly and open hands.  She caresses his ass, 
slipping her finger inside, causing him to burst forth with even more.  
He cries out as the final spray comes.  Adonis collapses to his knees, 
burying his face in Mallia’s mound.

Michael too collapses forward onto Gwen’s belly, his head cradled 
against her breasts, his ass warm and burning a little.  She absent-
mindedly caresses his hair, murmuring sweet nothings. 

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“I told you all Mother Rhea would go too far,” grumbles Hera.  “She has 
them worshipping in the old way.  With ritual copulation and such… 
well, you saw what happened.  She simply cannot be allowed to do this.  
She is out of control!  She must be trying to revive her worship, which 
simply cannot be allowed to continue.”

“I have to disagree Hera, but maybe old Rhea is not meddling here but 
rather it is the discovery of her worship in old times that is bringing 
it back to the humans.  That is to say, maybe it is not her doing, but 
just a natural evolution in their culture,” reasons Athena.

“Well, what about the gifts she is giving this woman Gwen?  Those can’t 
be just an evolution of human culture.  Rhea is meddling there, no 
doubt about it,” huffs Hera jealously.  "Besides, she has been getting 
far too much attention in recent years… all this Mother Goddess 
resurgence and all.  Not to mention-"

"I have asked Ariadne to talk to Rhea, since she is also from Crete,” 
responds Artemis, interrupting one of Hera's favorite complaints.  “But 
so far, Rhea is silent.   She just smiles when asked about it.”

"Well I say we continue to monitor this situation and see what becomes 
of the woman.  The gift may go away on its own.  If it doesn't, we can 
discuss what to do," suggests Aphrodite.

“I disagree,” says Hera restlessly.  “She allows this sort of worship 
in her name.  We must put a stop to this.”

“I suppose there is nothing left to do but to take some sort of 
action,” sighs Athena.  “I wish there were another way, but here is 
what I propose we do.”