In the temple hall the novices worshiped their god in his many images, large and small. Walking among the other maidens, the priestess Stella paused here and there to offer a word of advice or to nod in approval. Their god was a demanding one, and the maidens’ work was long and hard.
Moans of pleasured toil echoed from the marble walls. The morning air was rich with a sultry feminine musk—sweeter and headier than any burning incense. Shining hair and limbs twined around the many stone statues, clinging to them like living vines in this garden of ardent devotion. Glimpses of petal pink could be seen through glossy thatches, vibrant and dewy as the first blossoms of spring.
Pausing by one lusty maiden, Stella admired the serene look of bliss on her flushed, moist face. Her dark curly hair cascaded in wild veil down her back and shoulders, curtaining her large dusky breasts, whose dark nipples quivered with the same ecstasy which must be rippling deep within her. Her back was to the statue of Priapus behind her. Her sleek, strong legs were bent at the knee, braced at either side of the big stone phallus she was riding in a smooth and sensual circuit.
Stella noted the length and girth of this phallus. She smiled at the telling glaze which reached nearly to the root of the stone shaft.
“Well done, Thea,” Stella said with warmth. Reaching down, she gave the cherry nub peeking through Thea’s damp, wild tangle of curls a stroke of approbation. The big-breasted girl arched like a cat, sighing prettily. “For your next offering, you may take Eris’ place.”
Misty-eyed, Thea glanced over to where Eris lay, prostrated on her hands and knees before a statue whose huge twinned cocks impaled her doubly from behind. Though Eris was an experienced acolyte, she still curled her white-knuckled fingers into the tiles from the strain. Thea flushed even more darkly at the sight. She bit her full lower lip, aroused yet uncertain.
Stella smiled. “Worry not—you will swallow them both with grace, I am sure. Eris is not so supple as you, but still she is performing beautifully, as you see.”
Eris tossed her dark red hair as she bowed her back, taking the twinned lengths in short fast thrusts that showed her offering was nearly at an end. Her prone cheeks shivered. Her little red nipples peaked like berries ripe for plucking. Her rosy lips parted in a cry of silent exultation, as she took the doubled phalluses into her slender frame another fraction more.
Leaving Thea to complete her own offering to their lusty god, Stella crossed over to Eris. Collapsed from the exertion of her venerations, she rested her gleaming head on her forearms. Her raised hips still moved reflexively in the aftershocks of pleasure, idly caressing the dual phalluses whose stony tips yet impaled her. Stella skimmed her finger over Eris’ taut, flinching entrance, relieved to find that it had not torn.
“You may worship again this afternoon, if you are not too tired,” Stella said, helping Eris to raise herself up and dismount.
“Yes, priestess,” Eris panted.
Turning around, she licked the phalluses lovingly clean of the thick cream that smeared them at the crown.
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Original Publication Date: 5/8/24
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