She lay one of those delicate hands upon my cheek, tilting my head as you would a lover.
“Have you bled, child?” She asked, her voice as musical as I could have imagined.
I was taken aback by the odd question. “I'm twenty-four.” I said, by means of an answer.
She did not respond, her eyes were still questioning. I guess she didn't understand human years, so I continued. “Yes, I've bled.”
She nodded then once and leaned forward. Her lips brushed over my own, sending electricity down my spine. “You have been chosen.”
I frowned. Chosen? I wasn't even the same species. I opened my mouth to ask a question, but she silenced me, laying a finger across my lips.
“Tomorrow, first light. You will have your answers.” With that she turned from me. Her face switched to a more brilliant smile, a persona I would learn in the future she used when she had to work a crowd.
My hand moved to my lips, my fingers touching where we had so lightly kissed. Then they trailed further, to touch the necklace she had lay upon me. I brought it to my eyes to look it over, trying to understand.
I didn't even believe in their goddess. Why would they choose me?
CHAPTER 2
Of course my parents fought me on it. We'd argued for most of the night, their earthling accents so strong I almost couldn't understand them. I wasn't sure what they were so afraid of. There was nowhere to practice a human religion here. I'd never explored my spiritual side whatsoever. What could it hurt to meet with these priestesses?
When the discussion devolved into name-calling, I packed my bag. After all, I was an adult. I would make my own choices, no matter what my parents might think.
And so I made my way to the temple far too early. There were still hours before daybreak, but I had nowhere else to go. I propped up my bag like a pillow and settled in to sleep. I knew the night was going to be loud with celebration but I'd hoped I could get a least a few hours of rest.
I was soon awoken by a man rushing from the temple. He had tugged his coat tightly around himself, but I could still make him out. The mayor...?
I didn't get a chance to fall back to sleep before another shadowy figure passed by. And another. I frowned. It would seem this temple was rather popular, even in the middle of the night. Maybe that was to be expected on a holiday?
I had to know what was happening. I stood, slowly creeping to the partially opened door. The rooms were lit dimly in candlelight, but even outside I could hear moaning, groaning, and the occasional scream. I could see no one, but the walls were decorated with shadows moving suggestively. On one side a woman danced provocatively, her hips swaying to a tune I could not hear. Another was a woman on all fours, a man behind her working forth a rhythm. Even further was a mass of shadows that I could only occasionally understand as one or another broke free. I wasn't sure how many were together, there.
I stepped away from the door, leaning against the temple wall. Was this place no more than a brothel, disguised as something mystical? Should I be disgusted that I'd been asked to come here? That is what my parents thought, after all. But what did I want?
I wanted to go in. Against all of my better judgment, I wanted to meet these women and find out what I'd been chosen for. What had they seen in me? Why did they think I was special? I had to know.
So I spent a fitful night outside, dozing when I could and jerking to wakefulness whenever someone passed through the doors. Finally a hand lay upon my shoulder. When I looked up, the woman who'd lain the necklace around my neck stood, smiling.
“You have come, young one.” She said, offering me her hand. I paused for just a moment before taking it. I heaved the bag upon my back.
She glanced to it, then back to me. “You won't be needing any of those belongings. The goddess will provide.” She held out her other hand to take the bag from me. Again I hesitated, but handed it forward.
“I'm Rachel...” I began, as she pulled me by the hand inside the temple. The room was huge, with tall white columns that reminded me of some ancient earth temple, certainly not something I'd expected on this alien post. Carvings lined every wall. When I got close enough, I could see exactly what the people in them were doing, bringing a blush to my cheeks.
She smiled again, but it didn't touch her eyes. “Your name does not matter. We are all servants of the goddess.”
I stopped then, dead in my tracks. It caused her to stop too, turning back to me, a questioning look upon her face.
“Then what would we call each other?”
“Initiate, mistress, priestess...” Her amethyst eyes darted to mine. “Friend.”
“Listen, priestess, I need to know what is going on here. I don't know anything about what you worship, nor what is required of me. I'm from Earth. It's...” I gestured to my black flowing hair, so different from their own. I gestured to my breasts, far fuller and heavier than those of any of these wispy women. My hips too, were more curvaceous. I simply did not look like any of them. “It's kinda obvious.”
A smile touched her lips. “It is your very differences that have brought you to our attention. Our goddess requires women of all shapes and forms.”
I wondered why the rest of them looked so similar then. I pulled my hand from hers, folding my arms across my chest. “OK, fine, but I still don't know what your goddess wants from me. Why am I here? What are your rules?”
She frowned, her eyes puzzled. “Rules? Everyone knows...”
“Lets assume not everyone knows.” I said, as I truly only knew the rumors.
“As you wish. People come to this temple to be blessed by the goddess. We are her avatars upon this planet. When we pleasure a man, it is as if he is touched by the goddess herself. Do you understand?”
“Can I leave?” I asked, always watching for a way out.
Again, the question seemed to shock her. “Well of course you can leave. You are not our prisoner! But if you leave, you will no longer have her blessing. Once you have felt it...” her eyes grew distant, her lips curled into a smile. “You will understand.”
I was still dubious. Her hand was still there, waiting for me to take it. “Come with me,” she urged. “Allow me to convince you of her power.”
I took her hand.
CHAPTER 3
I was led into a different chamber filled with her fellow priestesses. The women undressed me, bathed me and scrubbed me nearly raw. They were fascinated by my black tresses, so unusual compared to their own. They removed all of my bodily hair, rubbed their exotic lotions over my body, combed my hair until it shined.
Their primping had an unusual effect upon me. Somehow I was beginning to feel comfortable, almost safe. These beautiful women, goddess in my eyes themselves, seemed to think I was worthy of their company. They fawned all over me. They dressed me in silks, just like their own. And when they had completed their work, my purple haired benefactor brought me to a full length mirror.
I couldn't even recognize myself. The muscles I'd earned from my hard work at the store looked softer, more feminine. My hair, which I'd always kept tightly bound flowed thickly around my body. My face even looked more relaxed, more sensual. It was an incredible transformation.
“When you have taken your vows, you will dress like this every day. We will become your family. The goddess your mother. You will lack for nothing.” Her voice was a breathy whisper upon my neck. “You will find pleasures unheard of in your species.”
My eyes widened. Oh she had my attention alright. “What must I do, my.. mistress?” I wasn't certain what to call her, but it somehow seemed appropriate.
She once more offered her hand, leading me even further inside the temple. I felt the eyes of other priestesses follow me but strangely I only felt curiosity, not hostility. Unlike many other women I'd met in my life, there was no jealousy here, at least not towards me. Instead they often had smiles or head nods for me. It was the most friendly reception I could ever remember having. I felt my own lips curling into a smile in respo
nse.
She guided me into a small, richly upholstered room. It was small enough that I could touch either wall with my fingertips. The other direction was about twice as long. She gestured for me to sit upon a velvet stool and she pulled a pillow to sit upon, facing me.
Expensive draperies hung from the ceilings and it glowed with a soft light from the ceiling. It was like candlelight, but it clearly couldn't be else the room might catch on file. The whole thing reminded me of some sort of Gothic confessional booth. It was so strange that something like this existed in such a modern trading post. But I suppose that was exactly why it existed.
“Is this where I admit all my sins?” I asked, chuckling softly. I wasn't even certain what acts were verboten in her religion.
“Sins?” My mistress asked, tilting her head to the side. “Evil deeds? Ah, young one, you misunderstand the meaning of our beliefs.”
“Then what is the reason?”
A smile touched her lips. “Pleasure. Servitude. ” It widened into a grin. “And power.”
She grabbed a rope from the ceiling and tugged upon it. The draperies pulled back and I could see that there were these strange, cushioned holes at differing heights.
“This is how you shall feel the goddess' touch. And here, you are in control. Only I can see you.”
“Only you can see me?” I asked, my brow furrowing.
“I need to see how well you've been trained.”
There was a movement at one of the holes. I leaned down slightly to see what was happening, only to have something push through. It was a dark blue, vein-ridden appendage with an overly large head. I looked to my mistress, stunned.
“A cock?” I asked, not caring about how crude my language might be.
“Indeed.”
“And what precisely am I to do with this?”
She raised an eyebrow, her look suggestive.
“I don't know who it is! I don't even know what species it is.”
“You must trust the goddess.” She said, leaning back on her heels. She was content to let me be. She wanted to see what I would do.
So there it was. I knew that sex took place in this temple, I knew it was part of their ceremonies. I did not expect to be thrown into the middle of it so quickly. I'd sucked men off before, but I thought I'd get training or a blessing or... well something else!
I reached forward, wrapping my hand upon that dark blue length. I heard a muffled moan. I slowly began to move my hand up and down the length, frowning at the absurdity of what I was doing. I didn't know who this was. We had no connection. I hadn't even seen him.
But wasn't that the point? That was what she was trying to explain to me. It was my first time serving the goddess. Here I could be completely anonymous. This man and I might see each other every day, and we would never know one another. Neither of us would know the intimacy we had shared. Somehow, that felt erotic.
I was free to do whatever I wanted to this man. I had him trapped inside of my hands. I could bring him great pleasure if I so chose. I could be as wanton as I desired. If he ever returned to the temple, he would never know if it was me or some other woman who'd held him in their hands.
I felt a competitive spark then. Maybe I was a natural at this. Maybe I would blow his mind, literally. Maybe that was what my mistress saw in me. My thin fingertips kept slowly moving up and down his length, considering what I would do first. I let them guide higher, grazing over the lip of the head, and back down again, simulating entering a woman. I added my other hand, as he was quite lengthy, and it took both just to get the proper stride.
I was slowly working up a rhythm. I could not squeeze him too tightly, he'd not yet been lubricated. I glanced over to my violet mistress. A question was written upon my face. She simply nodded her head. “Go on, it's alright.”
I let my tongue dart out then, flicking against that delicate part part where the head comes together. I wasn't sure of this man's species, but every one I'd been with before had enjoyed this sort of treatment. The tremble that raced through his prick led me to believe I'd made the correct decision. And so I continued, slowly adding the tip of my tongue to the movement of my hands.
Using the flat of my tongue I slowly moved from his base, all the way to the tip, coating it with my saliva. And then upon the other side I moved, letting my wetness coat his hardness. I did this several times making certain he was ready for the next step. The moans were becoming even louder through the thick wall.
I began to pull him into my mouth, caressing that sensitive head with the warmth of my tongue. As it slid inside, I used my hands to keep him enveloped, letting the wetness I'd built keep them moving freely.
I kept moving downward, taking more of that dark blue, thick length into my throat and even deeper. I wanted to see how much I could actually take inside. I'd never had so much to work with to try and deep throat. It was a challenge. And so I forced my body to relax, willed it to not fight back. I was in control. I wouldn't let myself choke.
I was as deep as I could take him, so deep that I could feel the wood of the wall against my lips. I'd had to move both hands to keep myself steady, but I'd done it. I'd taken the full length, at least save that which was trapped on the other side of the wall.
Hard part was done. It was now time to use my face to fuck him. I lay my hands on either side of the wall, and used it to push my face away and then thrust it back. Again, and again I did this, feeling my throat widen for him, my body adjust to take that massive length. But I wasn't through. I kept up the pace, upping the intensity. The moans on the other side of the wall were becoming deeper and darker. I knew that the man was close to losing himself. I was going to make him remember me!
Behind me I felt it, as my mistress was slowly rubbing circles upon my back. She'd begun some sort of prayer chant, something I'd never heard before, urging her goddess to come to me, to bless the act we were performing. She willed the goddess to accept me as one of their priestesses. But I couldn't concentrate on what my mistress was doing. I had a job to do.
I wrapped one finger and thumb around the very base of his cock, tightly. I knew that would trap the blood, make him even larger. I knew it would make it even more intense. I kept up that speed, taking nearly all of him in over and over while making him grow larger and larger.
While keeping my rhythm steady, going just as deep, and caressing him with my tongue I began the one thing I knew would drive a man wild. I began to suck.
It was almost instantaneous. A cry echoed from the other side of the wall and erupted deep inside my throat. Wave after massive wave exploded, coating my esophagus with it's thick, strange seed. It was such an odd taste, almost sweet. I closed my eyes and savored it, swallowing every drop.
Finally I released the man, and turned back towards my mistress. She dabbed my mouth with a napkin, a smirk across her lips. “It usually takes a little while to train my girls to do that.”
“It's not my first time, mistress,” I chuckled softly.
“So I suspected. Tell me, do you feel any different?”
I chuckled, thinking of how they say when you lose your virginity you feel like a different person. I hadn't. I was still me. Still, something did feel strange, strange but good. I felt stronger, braver, healthier. “Actually, yes, I do.”
Her eyes moved from mine downwards to my hands. “You're glowing.”
My own eyes followed her gaze. In the dim light of the room I could see she was right. My skin was glowing a strange golden color. My eyes jerked back to hers. “What the Hell?”
“You have been chosen, my dear. My Initiate. You are one of us.” She reached forward, brushing some of my errant black hair back behind my ear.
“I don't understand...” I pleaded. What had I gotten myself in to?
“Men run this universe, you know this. And yet every humanoid man was born of a woman.”
I nodded, not certain where she was going.
“They keep that power, that determination deep inside of them.
It is concentrated in their seed.”
I must have looked as incredulous as I felt. “Inside their seed?”
“Yes. We women created them with it and allowed them to rule. Now our goddess commands us to have that power returned. We take what they foolishly freely offer. And with it, we take their powers and their life force.”
This was getting a bit over my head. I mean, people had been having sex since.. well ever. I doubted that their goddess gave them some sort of monopoly on controlling men.
But then again, I was glowing. The pain in my back I'd had since an accident years ago had left me. I felt better than I had in years. Maybe something really was going on here.
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