Harvest Of The Virgin Sacrifice, Filled With Hot Seed by Gracie Lacewood Page A

black hair swirl around her shoulders until they join
together to form great black chain with an enormous flail dangling
from the end of it. The whole scene is terrifying, but I am
powerless when two of the Blind Priestesses take my arms.
    I have known the blind priestesses ever since
I came here at the age of eight to be groomed for the potentate.
They are young, neither is more than twenty-five. Mirelle has fair
hair and Chasa, long dark hair that falls almost to her waist. Once
they have pulled me down to the water’s edge, they slip off their
golden sandals and step into the water. They walk down the steps
until they are up to their knees and then motion for me to join
them. I stand hesitantly on the step just above the surface of the
black water. Its darkness and depth disturbs me.
    When I first came to live in the towers of
the reverent I remember being told that these waters reach down,
deep into the center of the earth. It is through them that the
terrifying Goddess Ladlaine enters the world from her watery
underground lair. As I have grown older my faith has wavered from
time to time, but now, standing here in the seemingly impossible
room with the braziers floating above me, shedding an eerie
greenish light over the unsettlingly lifelike statue, I have no
doubts. My belief it as strong as it has ever been.
    My two Blind Priestesses slip their heavy
velvet robes off their shoulders and stand before me, naked and
beckoning. I do not want to go in, but my mistress puts a strong
hand on my shoulder and pushes me down until I am standing in the
water. It is not cold like I thought it would be, but warm and
comfortable. A faint sweet scent rises from the water, it soothes
me and eases my ascent. Mirelle slips a hand under my linen shift
and begins to massage my budding breast. A fire begins to spread
through my already aching pussy as she toys with the tightness of
my small nipples. Together my priestesses take hold of my linen
shift and pull it over my head.
    Until the day of my reaping I will wear only
rough fabrics, but when I am sent to my masters I will be dressed
in rich satin underclothing and a fine gown and cloak. It will
please my masters to undress me and it is in their pleasure that
the gods will feel pleasure. The dark haired priestess Chasa takes
my other nipple in her mouth, as her hand reaches between my legs,
it creeps up my thigh just to the edge of my cunt and the
anticipation of it forces a small moan from my lips. My mistress
frowns behind us,
    “Take her to the alter to be cleansed,” she
says in a stern voice.
    The two girls giggle, they know that tomorrow
they will loose me forever and they want to enjoy me before they
do. Together we slip fully into the water. My hair has turned from
a pale yellow to a rich gold when my head reemerges from the
surface. My priestesses each take an arm and together they swim,
with me held afloat between them.
    I was never allowed to leave the towers of
the reverent so I never learned to swim. In fact I have not been
submerged in water this way since I was seven and I fell into a
pond near my home. The priestesses will sometimes leave the towers
and go down to the river to swim, so they are powerful swimmers. I
watch their long lithe bodies moving through the water and think of
how Mirelle told me sometimes they would meet men at the river and
allow the men to pleasure them two at a time.
    I picture it, Chasa with her dark hair
rocking slowly back and forth on top of a muscled youth from the
village, while his hard hot cock thrusts within her and he groans
with the tightness of her wet pussy. Mirelle lies above his mouth
and he draws circles with his tongue around her deep red clit. In
my minds eye he takes it in his mouth and begins to suck hard on
her nub, as my fair-haired priestess moans and reaches down to grip
the hair on his bare chest. The priestesses, like me have been
instructed in the arts of the flesh and like me on their nineteenth
birthday they were