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

given to vassals or high priests to be initiated
into divine orgasm, but unlike me it is now their duty to regularly
serve as a channels to pleasure. It is no longer necessary that
their bodies abstain from ecstasy, whatever they enjoy, so too will
the goddesses of our faith.
    As we pass between the point of the sword and
the massive bulk of the flail I look upwards to the statue. She is
crowned in a circlet of gold studded with barbs of iron pointing
downwards towards her scalp. Her green eyes seem to bore into me
and I wonder if she can feel my lust. We arrive at her feet and the
three of us climb dripping onto a stone platform. Carved to be
another piece of broken glass jutting into her scales it is large
enough to comfortably hold all three of us.
    My Priestesses smile naughtily and set to
work. Mirelle straddles me and pushes me back onto the floor while
Chasa kneels between my legs. I feel her tongue glide over my
stomach down to the soft sparse hair that covers my mound. Her
tongue slips between my folds. The desire in me is mounting,
becoming stronger. I think of the potentate and want so badly to
feel his cock inside me that I almost scream out with the
anticipation of it. Mirelle kisses me, her tongue slipping into my
open mouth. I am moaning now as Chasa presses her tongue harder and
harder against my aching clit. I want so badly for her to bring me
to orgasm, but instead she withdraws from me, that pleasure must
wait.
    Her mouth finds its way to the soaking wet
pussy of her companion and as she slips her tongue over and over
Mirelle’s throbbing red clitoris she begins to moan deeply. They
topple off me and I watch with longing as Mirelle slips her fingers
down past the dark thatch of Chasa’s hair and between the red lips
of her pussy, dripping now with wetness. Chasa gives a throaty moan
and I can’t resist. I crawl over to her and begin to massage her
full breasts. Her nipples harden under my touch and she grinds
harder into her partners fingers. I remove her fingers and place my
face up against her glossy red cunt. My tongue finds her clit and
circles over it, once, twice and then with the third slow motion of
my tongue she cries out and grips my back, undulating in waves of
pleasure. I withdraw smiling.
    We draw to the edge of the water and each of
the girls hugs me, the warmth of their bare breasts pressing up
against my body. I had not noticed before, but a stone basin of
clear cold water sits against the wall at the far edge of the
platform. Mirelle retrieves an engraved bronze vessel from beside
the basin and fills it with water. Chasa kneels me before her and
she pours the crisp cold water from the basin over my upturned face
as they chant together in low voices echoing eerily off the stone
walls.
    They bring me back to the other side of the
water where my mistress stands with a clean dry robe of black silk.
This is what I will wear until tomorrow when I will be dressed to
meet my masters. I try not to think of the clothes they will dress
me in then, or the way the hungry lust of the men will rip them off
of me. My mistress takes my hand and leads me back to the small
wooden door in the side of the room. It looks much smaller from
this side, pressed as it is against the hugeness of the
chamber.

Chapter Two
    The Virgin’s Bed
    A strange feeling overwhelms me as we enter
back into the passage on the other side of the door. After the
bright enormity of the cave it feels as though I am in a different
world. As we begin the long dark ascent through the small narrow
caverns and back to the surface, I wonder for a moment if that
other place was even real. After what feels like at least an hour
of climbing, we come to another small wooden door and emerge into
one of the many alter rooms in the complex of towers. My mistress
removes a great iron ring of keys from a fold within her robes and
once again locks away the secrets of Ladlaine. My two priestesses
scurry off towards their quarters and my Mistress