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Yarba looked at Randith riding his cock, admiring her heavy tits bumping up and down. For the High Priestess of Calypso and despite her age, a mere 150, she had the appearance of a thirty-year-old and the fucking energy of a teenager. The grip she put on his cock with her cunt was an indication of her experience in the art of fucking. It was as if her cunt was sucking his prick, milking him dry of every ounce of fluid. He had to hurry to make her come and he just knew how. Trying to grab her swinging melons turned into a game, but once he got one, he squeezed hard, making her scream.
They were in her private quarters outside the Temple grounds. The opulence of the place, the expensive curtains, the golden ornaments and even the imported bed must have cost a king’s wager. Yarba knew that Randith stole the money from the coffers of that fucking whore, Calypso. Maybe her expensive taste was the reason behind the plans Randith shared with him.
Yarba returned to his duty at hand. He took hold of her large fuck button between his two fingers and stroked it furiously. With his other hand around her ass, he pushed his thick middle finger into her asshole. They both liked sex dirty and rough. He swung her around to get on top, pushed her legs over her head and fucked the daylights out of her. Violent spasms gripped his cock, and he increased his speed in and out of her cunt. Randith’s face contorted in pain and pleasure, screaming: “Fuck me, fuck me harder.”
Yarba lost control of his meat stick and shot his load into her cunt. He was angry with himself, he let a woman pleasure him beyond his self-restraint and he hated it. He wanted to fuck another round, but his prick shrivelled into a soft, boneless finger. That was one reason why he had to do what he’s got to do.
Drained, he flopped next to his fuck mate. He sensed that Randith was frustrated. She spoke first.
“Are we clear on what you are supposed to do?”
Always the fucking bitch, he thought. Of course, he knew what was supposed to happen. He was supposed to steal the Holy Cunt or Sacred Vulva and force the Royal Pair to abdicate their power to Randith, the High Priestess of Eros. Nevertheless, fuck her and fuck Phallus. Yarba had plans of his own.
“Of course, my dear. You can trust me.” As the High Priest of Phallus, he was also ambitious but not to play the secondary role to Randith. He lazily played with her clit, resting his head on her thigh as he watched his white seed dripping from her cunt. But he needed another Cunt to fulfil his destiny. That cunt belonged to the Whore of Eros, Calypso. With the combined magical power of the Sacred Vulva of Calypso and the strength of the Cock of Phallus, he would be unstoppable. He would destroy all the temples of the goddess and in its place, erect shrines for the male God, Phallus.
He dipped his finger into Randith’s vagina to scoop his milk out and feed it to his lover. She slurped it up like a dog, just like he wanted people to serve him, to live off his mercy. Randith tried in vain to resurrect his manhood with her mouth and tongue. A few years ago, he could go on all night, but now, with more people worshipping the fucking whore, the powers of Phallus had diminished and so too the sexual stamina of Yarba. Stealing the Holy Cunt would destroy Calypso’s hold on the people and give him the fucking power he deserved.
“It is time,” said Randith, pushing him off her. “Don’t let anyone see you or catch you.” She threw on her priestly gown and handed him the bag for the Cunt. Yarba took his time to dress. He was proud of his clothes and dressing wasn’t something to be rushed. His flannels covered his lower body, and the course woollen shirt protected his upper body against the weather. Not like the half-naked men of Eros. Their tunics were too short, a man’s balls could freeze off, and their bare torsos were abominations to Phallus. His boots were the last items he put on. The only other item was his sword. He was ready to change the world with this theft.
Yarba quickly slipped through the door and out into the night. He waited a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the darkness before he continued. The opening in the hedgerow was exactly where Randith said it would be. The ten steps to the backdoor of the temple were the most dangerous part of his trip. He would be exposed to any of the priests or whores working at the temple. On light feet, he made it to the door without being seen. He still had it in him, thought Yarba.
The backdoor was shaped into an open vulva, like all the doors in Eros. It disturbed him that the people would return every night to the womb to be born again the next day.
Once inside the temple, Yarba walked down the passage to the Inner Chamber where the Holy Cunt was. Hearing voices coming towards him, he quickly slipped into a room. Inside, a man was fucking a whore of the Bitch. They were so busy that they didn’t even know he was in the room with them. Seeing the couple brought some life back to his prick, but not enough to be of any use.
When the outside danger passed, he quickly stepped back into the passage and scurried to the Inner Chamber. Only one candle burned in the centre of the room, throwing shadows everywhere. Yarba had to concentrate to find the statuette of the Cunt. It stood between the legs of the beautiful statue of the whore goddess herself. Yarba sensed that there was someone else in the room. He stepped to his left and saw a young naked woman lying prone before the Vulva, muttering something incoherent. She slowly rose in a dance, lifting herself up into a meditation position. Yarba saw her hand drop between her legs and heard her moan softly. The little cunt was masturbating.
Yarba did not have time for sexual games. He had to get the Cunt and catch the boat in less than an hour. Sliding his sword from its scabbard, he tiptoed to the girl, who was reaching a climax. As she screamed with passion Yarba hit her on the head with the handle of his sword.
She dropped like a bag of sand and her passionate screams ended abruptly. He had no time to waste. He grabbed the Cunt, stuffed it into the bag and made his way out of the temple. Hastening through the maze of the temple gardens, he nearly got lost. He kept his wits about him and made it safely to the gate.
“Thank you, Bitch. Now the world will be mine,” he said softly to no one and to all and disappeared into the city.
Yarba did not plan to run into Queen Amida walking alone in the city. The boat will have to wait another day.
On his way home, walking through the busy lantern-lit cobbled streets of Pudenta, Zenoi couldn’t get his mind off the next day. Lost in thought he accidentally bumped into a sad-looking young couple burdened with a heavy bag. They were holding hands and he could see that they were scared. His priestly training kicked in and he took their hands into mine.
“What is troubling you?” When they recognized Zenoi’s priestly tunic, they smiled. They knew that they could always rely on the goddess Calypso for help through her servants.
“We’re on our wedding holy day in the big city and we don’t know what to do,” said the groom, Yamba, hugging his ordinary-looking bride, Olanna. Their dull red hair and the simple tunics were signs that they were from rural Eros and thus maybe strangers in Pudenta. “I’m Zenoi, a priest from the Temple of Calypso and I am at your service.”
This diversion might get his mind off the big day tomorrow and besides, it was his duty as a priest to initiate them into the bliss of sexual union.
For the next hour, Zenoi helped them get settled in a tavern close to an intimate Temple Theatre specializing in Calypso dancing. He sent a message to the temple to prepare for their arrival. With the permission of Yola, the sexy owner of the tavern, he prepared their wedding bliss meal, consisting of a large fresh river crab prepared in goat’s milk butter and spiced with local herbs. The salad was a combination of fruit and vegetables with enough Grou Als, a potent aphrodisiac, to last them for the next two days. Dessert was hot chocolate and honey drink mixed with dry red wine.
They dined in a private room Yola prepared for them. The dishes were set on a small table with three large cushions around it. They stripped off their clothes and Zenoi saw Olanna shyly covering her small breasts and the little red patch between her legs with her hands. Yamba had a small penis and he caught Olanna starring at his nine-inch cock, but he ignored the attention and continued setting up the feast. As the opener, Zenoi took a piece of the succulent white meat of the crab, dipped it into the butter sauce and traced sloppy circles around Olanna’s nipples. With his tongue, he licked the juice from her left breast while Yamba bent down to do the same on the right breast.
Olanna released a small moan when Zenoi took another piece of crab, dipped it between her legs and gave it to Yamba to eat. He fed Olanna and Yamba the salad and the rest of the crab.
The dessert was a real treat. Standing up, Zenoi poured the thick drink over his penis and invited them both to taste the nectar of the goddess. Olanna was first to slowly lick the chocolate and honey wine from his growing member. Yamba followed her example and within a few moments, they had Zenoi’s cock deep in their mouths, sucking and licking.
He had a faint feeling that they were not as innocent as they pretended to be, but when they poured more dessert on, he had to concentrate not to lose his control. They moved their mouths simultaneously over his hard penis, cleaning off the chocolate and honey wine.
When it was their turn to become the vessel for the dessert, Zenoi started with Olanna. Yamba poured the drink between her legs while he lapped it up. He opened her outer pussy lips to let the wine flow over her pink inner sanctum. The combination of her sex juice and the chocolate and honey wine tasted divine. Olanna opened her legs wider to allow Yamba access to her cunt. They licked her pussy and sucked her clitoris dry. She was shaking all over and let out a scream of pleasure that shook the room. Everybody in the tavern must have heard her cry. At least they knew what was happening.
Yamba’s cock was a mere five inches but thick enough to make a difference. Zenoi took Yamba’s erect manhood in his mouth and stuck his finger in his bum hole. He could feel Calypso’s power surge through him and over his cock. Zenoi continued sucking till Yamba was ready to come. When Zenoi released his penis from his mouth, it had grown two more inches. Olanna jumped up with joy and wanted Yamba to make love to her there and then.
“Sorry kids.” Zenoi interrupted their pleasure. “This is as far as we go in here. We still have an appointment at the Temple.”
They quickly dressed for the next stop on their journey to happiness. On their way out, Zenoi led them through the packed tavern. The patrons gave Olanna a standing ovation. He thanked Yola for her hospitality with a kiss and judging from the happy crowd, Calypso had already blessed her.
Before sunrise, Xana and her troop were already busy with training. “I need a volunteer.” Every one of her still naked troop Xana looked forward to another hand-to-hand combat training session. “Usha, stand to centre.” The girl tried to protest but Xana’s naked frame intimidated her enough to obey the command. She was about 5’7”, blond and the nipples on her breasts were invitingly large. Her clitoris stuck out its head between the folds of her pussy lips. The troop formed up in a square as the battleground.
"On guard.” They circled in a crouching position, ready to strike. Xana feigned a move and Usha retreated too fast to be steady on her feet. Xana quickly followed, pushing her against the naked human rope. She moved back and invited Usha to attack. She threw her right, but Xana ducked underneath the blow. Usha’s momentum carried her into Xana’s arms. Her sweaty body slipped in her locked arms. Xana grabbed a breast with one hand and let her other hand slide between her opponent’s legs. She threw the recruit to the ground and pounced on her prone body. Before she could recover, Xana spun her onto her back, pinning her arms behind her back. Xana sat on Usha’s beautiful bottom. She could feel her wet and aroused pussy slide over Usha’s naked ass cheeks.
Xana let go of her arms and Usha turned beneath her onto her back. Her chest heaved, pushing her breasts closer to her face. What was she doing? Xana had this strong desire to make love to her and to forget about the combat training. Get a grip, woman!
“Xana, Xana!” The call saved her from a potential disaster. An excited novice priest came running towards us with his tunic flapping all over the place, giving them all a good look at his manhood.
Xana pulled Usha to her feet and thanked her for her courage. She sent a silent prayer to Calypso that Usha would be ready when they meet their foe, the men of Kharbah.
“Settle yourself, dear priest. Why the hurry and the rude interruption?”
The poor lad was not only huffing from his run, but the sight of eight naked men and women must have also aroused him. He bent over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath right before her still wet and naked form. When he lifted his head, his eyes locked onto her wet and puffy pussy. Xana spread her legs to allow him a better look. She resented his untimely intrusion into her tutoring schedule. Although the temple personnel were accepted and revered everywhere, she was angry because his arrival interrupted her sexual fantasy.
Her ploy worked. His face reddened and his short tunic couldn’t hide his growing erection. Her troops giggled at his discomfort.
“Speak now, o, holy one.”
“Her Holiness, Randith requests your presence immediately.”
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” No one ignored a request from Randith. Xana grabbed her chain-mail uniform, pulled it over her naked breasts and wrapped her leather tunic around her waist. Grabbing her sword, she quickly instructed Pesher to take the group back to camp.
“Lead the way.”
They arrived at the temple where Randith waited for her at the vulva entrance of the Temple of Calypso. Her white see-through no-nonsense gown was opened to reveal her beautiful breasts and her gorgeous pussy. She took Xana’s hand and pulled her into the Temple.
As they entered, they performed the ritual of bowing before the statue of Calypso and where the Holy Cunt was a gaping hole.
“Queen Amida of Aesopus has been kidnapped. I suspect Yarba, the evil wizard of Kharbah took her.” This was shocking news indeed. The Queen was supposed to arrive that day on a state visit to Eros. “But that is not the only bad news. The Sacred Vulva has also been stolen.”
Randith took Xana to her private boudoir, threw her white gown onto the large bed, and climbed into a huge bathtub.
“Come, let me wash off the sweat and dust from that strong body of yours,” invited the High Priestess. This is an invitation that Xana didn’t want to refuse, despite the terrible news. She was so horny and needed some release. The chain mail uniform and her leather tunic didn’t take long to be disposed of. She entered the hot bath with anticipation.
“This is strictly confidential, and I rely on you to do the right thing.” Randith soaped her long dark red hair and washed it vigorously. “Yarba disguised himself as the Queen’s bodyguard and stole her away before they entered Pudenta. He then changed them both into a newlywed couple from the countryside.”
Randith rinsed her hair and then started to wash her body with a soft cloth. She tarried on her breasts, turning her nipples into sensitive extensions of her flesh. Her cloth-covered hand moved over Xana’s body with the care of a lover. But the attention she gave to her sex was too much. She discarded the cloth and used her hand to clean her pleasure valley. Xana nearly jumped out of the tub with surprise as Randith inserted her finger into her waiting vagina. Her clitoris was burning with desire and when she touched it her body bucked uncontrollably, splashing water everywhere.
“I want you to find Queen Amida and the Holy Cunt and return them to the temple without anyone’s knowledge,” Xana heard Randith say through the haze of her orgasm. “Calypso has now bestowed you with special powers to fulfil this task.” Xana became aware of a strange kind of power surging through her.
When Randith dried Xana, her whole body felt like one big sex organ. Everywhere she touched was an intense pleasurable experience. She then seated Xana on a statuette of a ceremonial penis on the edge of a large velvet-covered chair. Xana slowly sat down on the smooth marble cock, letting it slip into her dripping wet pussy. She wanted to ride it, but Randith stopped her.
“I want you to concentrate and let your mind go. Don’t think about anything and let the pleasure guide you.” Randith dropped to her knees between Xana’s spread legs, facing her wooded cock-filled pussy. “Close your eyes and become one with Calypso.”
That wasn’t so easy to do, especially when Randith started to lick her clitoris. She was filled with a holy fetish and her pleasure was intensified by Randith’s attention to her clit.
“Squeeze your pussy muscles together.”
Doing that increased the burning passion and after a while, her mind drifted off and she was transported into another dimension, flying through Pudenta. The flight came to a halt before a small tavern close to the Temple on Damuzi Street. She saw a blond priest escorting a married couple to the temple. The husband gave off a strange vibration of evil. When they entered the temple, her pleasure-induced flight ended, but her orgasm brought on by the High Priestess continued a while longer.
“What did you see?” asked Randith, her mouth dripping with her sex nectar. Xana kissed her, tasting her own juice. She stiffened and her eyes widened. Still locked in the kiss, Randith grabbed her arms and started shaking. She saw what Xana had seen.
It was early morning when Zenoi and the couple’s feast ended. The short walk to the Temple on Damuzi Street was magical. The rising sun spewed beautiful rays through the trees over the rooftops of the buildings and guided them to the next phase of the couple’s bliss. Everything seemed to slow down and Zenoi could distinguish the smallest detail in the crowded streets. A woman in her forties bent down to tie her sandal and he could see her wet sex lips pouting at the world. The source of her arousal, a strong young man, stood next to her. She looked at him with a smile and secretly touched her lover’s manhood under his tunic.
Erotic music spilled from the Temple onto the streets, inviting believers for a sunrise union with Calypso. From the pussy shaped temple door poured smiling people. They must have had the promised union.
When they entered, only a few patrons were left and Zenoi proceeded to the back to find Una, the priestess in charge of the temple. She was busy instructing five priests and priestesses about their next duties. He caught her attention and she waved back.
“Zenoi, it is good to see you again,” Una said, hugging him. She was still as beautiful as when they first met. She was his instructress in the art of love when he first came to the Main Temple. She taught him all about control, giving and receiving pleasure and the art of oral sex. Zenoi’s penis grew to a pleasant half-erect state with this memory. He was looking forward to their igniting the old flame of passion.
He introduced Yamba and Olanna. Una immediately set the wheels in motion. Two priestesses took Olanna to the back while the three priests accompanied Yamba. Zenoi took Una in his arms again and softly kissed her on her full lips. Her breasts pressed against his naked torso and her hand sneaked under his tunic.
“My, my, is your little Zenoi happy to see me?” asked Una. “I cannot wait to make love to you again.” She took him to her private quarters for their ritual cleansing ceremony. Una quickly stripped off her clothes and ripped off his. She dragged him into a scented hot bathtub and began the purifying ritual. Una washed him from head to toe and then made him stand in the tub. She licked off all the traces of dessert from his penis. Her technique had improved since their last encounter and Zenoi had to stop her sanitation actions because they still had two believers to attend to.
Zenoi washed her whole body and licked the center of being past an orgasm. Her screams blew his ears open. Two novices dried them off and dressed them in ceremonial tunics.
They arrived back at the stage as one of the priestesses signaled the small group of musicians to start playing. Una and Zenoi slipped into the back to take their places behind Yamba and Olanna. For the opening ritual, the two priestesses danced with Olanna onto the small stage removing her seven newly acquired veils in a slow erotic striptease. Once naked, her two companions kissed and licked her all over, exposing her sex to the audience and to the statue of Calypso at the center of the temple.
Two priests carried the naked Yamba onto the stage and the two groups danced an arousing seduction number. Una and Zenoi were next up. She squeezed his hand softly and twirled to the center of the stage. He followed while the other dancers left. Only the nude Olanna and Yamba stood waiting for them. They circled, touching and caressing them while they danced.
Una took Yamba’s hand and instructed him to remove her tunic. Zenoi did the same with Olanna. Una dropped to her knees and proceeded to suck on Yamba’s penis. Zenoi encouraged Olanna to do the same. The crowd cheered and Zenoi felt Olanna doing things to his cock that she was not supposed to know.
Una laid Yamba down and Zenoi helped Olanna on her back on top of Yamba. Una lubricated Yamba’s member with her tongue while Zenoi licked Olanna’s pussy and anus. Una slowly inserted Yamba’s cock into Olanna’s bum hole. Zenoi moved on top of her. The precum on his penis made it easy for him to enter Olanna’s already wet pussy without a problem. He could feel Yamba’s cock through the thin membrane as they filled her orifices. Una squatted over Olanna’s face and pushed her cunt onto her mouth. Olanna started pleasuring her with a darting tongue.
They all came at the same time and suddenly, a blinding white light blinded Zenoi for a moment or two. The white light was so intense that he thought he had died of pleasure and joined Calypso in her celestial palace. The four lovers became one. The borders between heaven and earth, humans and nature, man and woman disappeared in this one bright flash.
When Zenoi opened his eyes and could see again, it wasn’t Olanna lying beneath him but a beautiful woman with emerald-green eyes, long flaming red hair, full rounded breasts and a beautiful royal nose….
Royal? Then he recognized her. He quickly withdrew his cock from her pussy and dropped naked to his knees. But before he lowered his head in submission, he had a fleeting glimpse of her beautifully aroused and very wet pussy that he was not supposed to see until later that day.
“Your Highness.”
To be continued…
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