by Sahara Kelly
“I have yet to meet the one who will bring me the ecstasy of the Goddess,” she answered.
“But?”
Enshilla laughed. “There is one man who has caught my eye, but it appears I have not caught his. He too serves at the temple of the Sun God. But he is a man, not a lusty youth. And he probably wouldn’t have time for such games. So I am content with the touch of those I choose, and if I don’t scream out my pleasure, well, so be it.”
“But?” said Annie again.
“But that’s not to say I don’t try…” A little grin played around Enshilla’s sensual lips. “There are several men who have given me very pleasant experiences. And some more I would like to play with. As a matter of fact, there’s a new young priest that may be visiting our ceremony tonight. I hear he is most pleasant to the eye and has much to offer a woman.”
“Much?”
“Mmmm. Much.”
The two women looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“Well, you’re getting the better of the deal,” said Annie chuckling. “I get a stone cock to play with, while you get the real thing.”
“Oh you will get the real thing, all right,” grinned Enshilla.
Annie stopped dead.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Not tonight, no. Tonight is for the Sun God only. But once you become the dedicated High Priestess then you will be able to fulfill the rest of your mission.”
“And what, pray tell, might that be?” Annie’s hands were on her hips and her tone was getting militant.
Enshilla soothed her. “Nothing unpleasant, I can assure you, Annilin.”
“Go ahead, assure me.”
“Well, as High Priestess, you will have to work with the other Temple Priests and Priestesses. All must collaborate to protect and benefit Kushuk.”
“That makes sense. Go on…”
“In our legends, the Sun God and the Moon Goddess walked the earth together and found love in each other’s arms. Just as the Water Goddess nourishes the God of the Earth.”
“Okay, that works for me. Where are you going with this?”
“Well, it is felt that to truly accomplish all that must be done for our beautiful city, the Priests of the Sun God and the Priestesses of the Moon Goddess must become very well acquainted. “
“How well acquainted?”
“Er…very well.”
“Define ‘very well’.”
Enshilla sighed, knowing this was going to be a shock to the new High Priestess.
“Once dedicated, the High Priestess spends the next passage of the moon serving the High Priest of the Sun God.”
“Ah.” Annie thought for a moment. “Define ‘serving’.”
Enshilla bit her lip and cautiously moved away from Annie.
“She has to…to take care of…”
“I’m sorry—I can’t hear you when you mumble like that.”
“Oh very well. As of tomorrow, you will be his sexual slave. The High Priest of the Sun God will have total control of your body for the next passage of the moon.”
* * * * *
“Lord Kyall, the time is near.”
“Hello Ron.”
The Priest grimaced, never having become used to the strange shortening of his name by this unusual High Priest he now served. To his subjects he was Lord Ronnil, to his mother he was Ronnil, sometimes Ronni (when no one else was around), and most of the people in Kushuk addressed him simply and respectfully as ”Lord”.
But not Kyall. No, to him he was Ron.
He did his best to ignore it, as he had ignored so many other odd fancies on Lord Kyall’s part. Basically, he liked this young man. He found Lord Kyall to be very bright, a little absent minded, and quite ready to put the problems of Kushuk and its people before his own interests.
In that alone, he was a most unusual High Priest, and one that Ronnil was happy to serve.
Plus, being tall, well formed, and possessed of very unusual green eyes, Lord Kyall attracted a never-ending stream of women to the temple, which had resulted in a nice increase in the number of his own bed mates.
Ronnil sighed. Not the one woman he wanted, however. She’d kept herself well away from the Sun God’s ziggurat. Damn her.
“So I get to play with my new Priestess tomorrow, Ron,” chuckled Kyle. “Do you think they’ve told her yet?”
“I would think so, Lord. She will have to receive instruction for the dedication. It would make sense to tell her all that lies ahead of her all at once, rather than drag it out. I am sure that Priestess Enshilla…” He stopped for a moment and cleared his throat. “I’m sure that Priestess Enshilla will do her duty.”
The little cough was not lost on Kyle.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you for some time, Ron, how is it that you do not have a permanent bed mate?”
Kyle leaned back and gazed at the older man, much as he would have if he’d been interviewing him for a position at Pendrake Labs.
The inquisitive eye technique worked here too.
“I…well…I do enjoy women, Lord,” stuttered Ronnil.
“Oh I know that. And to judge from the sounds that arise from your chamber now and again, they enjoy you too. But that was not my question, was it?”
“No Lord.”
“So who is she?”
“She?”
“The woman who has you so tied up in knots that you can fuck your brains out with numerous others and forget their names five minutes later.”
A surprised spurt of laughter came from Ronnil. “That’s an interesting way of describing it, Lord.”
“But accurate, yes?”
Ronnil took a deep breath. “Yes, Lord. As always, you have managed to see beyond the public curtain. You are very good at that, aren’t you?”
“Don’t change the subject. Who is she? A priestess, by any chance?”
“How did…no, don’t tell me. I gave myself away somewhere, didn’t I?”
“It’s Enshilla, I’ll bet. That gorgeous Priestess over in the Moon temple.”
Ronnil colored but said nothing.
“She has no permanent mate either, Ronnil. Have you bedded her?”
“No, Lord.”
“Well, why the hell not?”
“Lord Kyall. I am not a young and vigorous youth with firm flesh and a mighty tireless cock. She would see nothing in me when compared to others who would offer their bodies to her.”
“Have you asked?”
“Well…no. Not exactly.”
Kyle shook his head. This was worse than sophomore year in high school, for heaven’s sake.
“Ronnil.”
The man’s head snapped up at being so formally addressed.
“You are probably no more than four or five years older than me. Sorry, let’s say about fifty passes of the moon. She is younger, yes, but not that much. Is it not possible that she might now be ready for the attentions of one such as yourself? A man who knows exactly where to touch a woman to bring her the utmost pleasure? A man who can use his tongue to tease her into screaming out her pleasure—and making sure her screams are all your name?”
“His tongue?”
Kyle’s jaw dropped. “Yeah. His tongue.”
“Er…how does one do that? When kissing, it just seems to be in and out of the mouth, right?” Ronnil blushed bright red, embarrassed at the turn of the conversation, but itching to learn all he could of one of life’s most pleasant mysteries.
Kyle sighed. “Oh boy, Ron, we’ve got work to do.”
Ronnil looked hopeful.
“Very well, let’s make a deal. By the time I’ve finished my month with my new High Priestess, I’ll also have made you the most sought after lover in Kushuk. And we’ll have Enshilla begging for your favors. How does that sound?”
“Impossible,” said the ever-pessimistic Ronnil.
Chapter 5
“It’s almost time, Annilin, are you ready?”
Enshilla twitched the necklace, fussed wit
h the hair, and generally acted rather like a mother about to send her child out onto the stage for her first dance recital.
“Good grief, Enshilla, leave off. Everything’s fine. I’m wearing priceless jewelry, a Kleenex and a fake-virginity sponge. What else could I possibly need?”
The ironic tone in Annie’s voice went completely over Enshilla’s head.
“The Sun God is nearing the zenith, we must go to the chamber now, so that all the dedicants…”
“Yes, I know. We all have to get dedicated at the same moment. Tell me, Enshilla, do the guys who dedicate themselves to the Sun God have to fuck a statue too?”
Enshilla gave a little giggle at the idea. “Oh no, Annilin. There are many women who are most willing to play the role of the Moon Goddess in their ceremony and help them relieve themselves of their virginity. In fact, one of their criteria for entrance is to be able to bring their partner to satisfaction. If that does not happen, the dedicant is refused and must try again during the next festival.”
Annie considered that thought.
“It must be awful not to make it. Imagine all your friends knowing you couldn’t make your partner come. “
“I wouldn’t know. I do know that our temple has no such rule. Thankfully, all who apply are usually accepted. I can’t think of anyone who has been denied. Not in my lifetime, anyway.” She looked out of the window again. “Come now, enough chatter. It is time.”
Annie drew a deep breath and followed Enshilla through the corridors of the Ziggurat to the chamber of the Moon Goddess. There was a murmur coming from within, and Annie wondered if this was what it felt like to go on stage. She’d never been bitten by the acting bug, but the hushed sound of many voices and the knowledge that they were waiting for her was quite exhilarating.
Enshilla raised her hand and held Annie back, obviously waiting for something.
“What?” hissed Annie, getting increasingly nervous as nothing happened.
“We must wait for the correct moment,” whispered Enshilla.
Then Annie heard a sound. It seemed like drums, soft and muffled. She closed the distance between herself and Enshilla and peeped through the doorway over her shoulder.
There must have been about fifty women lined across the floor of the great chamber. They were standing an arm’s length apart in very neat and orderly rows and all were facing the statue of the Goddess.
Annie wished she’d had a camera. They were clad in shades of moonlight, some in black, some in white, some in creams, some in silver. It was a Kodak moment for sure.
Silver jewelry glittered in the rays of the sun that streamed in from high openings, and even the Goddess herself looked interested in the proceedings. Almost everyone wore a crescent moon pendant, some as earrings, some as a necklace, and others as a head ornament, dangling between their brows.
As Annie watched, spellbound, she heard other instruments being added to the drumbeat and the assembled priestesses began to sway. Their hips were seductively swinging from side to side in time with the drumbeat.
“Where are those musicians?” hissed Annie.
“They’re behind one of those screens in the far corner. Don’t worry, they will not see you,” reassured Enshilla.
“Right,” said Annie, not reassured at all.
The volume picked up a little along with the beat, and the swinging became very rhythmic. Enshilla grabbed Annie’s wrist.
“It is time, Annilin. If you can walk in time with the drums then so much the better. The maidens will open a path for you—just remember your directions.”
“I’ve got it. Strut over to the Goddess, turn, raise my head and arms, hold it, then over to the niche with the statue. Step—ball—change, screw the statue, and I’m done. Right?”
Enshilla sighed.
“You feeling OK? You’re sure sighing a lot.”
“Only since I met you, Annilin,” answered Enshilla with a wry smile.
Annie grinned. “Chin up, Enshilla sweetie. It’ll be fine. Trust me…”
Enshilla gave Annie the Sumerian equivalent of her ”yeah, right” face.
“Here I go, wish me luck.”
Pushing her way through the drapes with head held high, Annie Lynden, also known as Annilin, High Priestess of the Moon Goddess, strode in time with the drum beat through a crowd of swaying, half naked women to get herself an orgasm on a life sized granite cock.
Who said life was boring?
* * * * *
The heat of the bodies, the scent of the incense and the brilliant sunlight reflecting from the Moon Goddess statue all combined to dazzle Annie as she bravely strode into the great chamber.
Keeping step with the drums was easy, and helped her focus as she made her way towards the dais upon which the statue stood. As Enshilla had promised, a path opened for her through the other priestesses, and they continued their movements uninterrupted.
Her buttocks tingled at the thought of so many eyes watching it swing through the crowd under its diaphanous covering. God, was she jiggling? She really would have worked at her butt exercises more intensely if she’d known this was going to happen. Too late now, thought Annie, ruefully.
Reaching the first step, she slowed and carefully made her way up the next three to the feet of the Moon Goddess.
Slowly, she turned, and the sight that met her eyes made her jaw drop.
Each priestess was holding a large phallus between her naked breasts.
She hadn’t been able to see them before, because they’d been concealed by the soft silken skirts. But now, they were very obvious.
The music became softly intense, each drum beat echoing the heart beats of the women in the chamber. Hands began to slide the phalluses over breasts and bellies as hips swung more roughly.
They looked as though they had been carved of some shiny wood, or perhaps they were stone. Either way, they caught the soon-to-be-High-Priestess completely by surprise, and she stared, amazed, at the sight.
A cough from the side of the chamber recalled her to her duties. Enshilla was vigilant in keeping her on schedule.
As instructed, Annie raised her arms slowly above her head, and tipped her neck back. She was gazing at the ceiling and her own hands. It was probably a dramatic pose, but it wasn’t very comfortable, and Annie knew Enshilla was going to be disappointed when she dropped it after only a minute or two.
It seemed sufficient, however. The music had upped its tempo, the priestesses were now shuffling their feet and a few were turning circles with their phalluses held in the air above their heads.
Annie had a sudden flash of a country and western bar. She wondered if anyone had ever thought of writing a song for line dancers like this… If only they’d step and clap in unison, it would be complete. ”Achy breaky dildos”.
She smothered a giggle and turned respectfully to her next assignment, the niche and her own personal granite sex toy.
As she’d promised, Enshilla was waiting, mostly concealed behind one of the surrounding pillars. The curtain was drawn aside, so that all could see the Sun God in his granite glory.
Obeying some inner urging, Annie decided to give them a show. She neared the statue then raised one hand to its shoulder. The arms had been carved in a natural curve that would embrace her body when she rode it, so it was simple for her to run her fingers up its finely detailed forearm.
Crossing behind it, she reappeared on the other side, with her hand on the torso, running slowly up towards one marbled nipple. Standing sideways (sheesh, this was awkward, she was developing a much greater respect for porn stars) she bent her head, extended her tongue and licked the stone flesh. A murmur came from the priestesses, not quite a moan, but nearly a groan.
Annie grinned to herself. This was fun.
She slid her hand down into the statue’s groin, caressing and stroking the intricately carved balls she found there.
Amazingly, this whole scene was turning her on, and she felt the moisture beginning to ooze between her thigh
s.
Louder sounds of pleasure from her audience recalled her to her duty.
Catching Enshilla’s eye she nodded, and the other woman offered a steadying hand as Annie stepped up onto the little platform.
Enshilla removed Annie’s skirt, leaving her completely naked but for the necklace. Her feet fit neatly onto the steps, and she found she had to rise up as far as possible onto her tip toes to get that wonderfully carved cock in approximately the right position.
Her audience quickened behind her, muttering and sighing, and generally fidgeting around as their excitement grew.
Slowly, very slowly, Annie began to lower herself onto the statue of the Sun God.
It was not difficult.
The sculptor had outdone himself with this particular piece, thought Annie. The cold smooth feel of this perfectly shaped cock as it slid into her hot and wet body was a real pleasure.
She leaned forward slightly and allowed her full breasts to stroke the marble chest. Again, the contrast of the cold stone and her heated nipples was an erotic thrill all its own.
Clenching her buttocks, Annie began to move.
Enshilla had drawn the curtain back into place behind her, but Annie knew that the assembled crowd could see most of what was happening.
Raising and lowering herself gently, Annie relaxed into a pleasing rhythm. This was really a perfect opportunity to have a super orgasm, she realized. An absolutely silent partner, a splendidly hard cock that would stay that way until she was done, what more could she ask?
She moved a little faster, noticing that the curvature of the stone was just ideal for hitting all those hard-to-reach places. Or, in other words, places no one had ever cared to look for in the past.
Oooh, yes, like that spot right—there.
She spared a brief thought for poor Frank Hartwell. She’d been screwing a statue for a few minutes and already had enjoyed it more than all the times she and Frank had fucked.
She stepped up her rhythm in response to some inner urging. The music kept time and the sounds behind her increased in intensity. There were some fun times being had in the chamber of the Moon Goddess, that was for sure.
Her breasts brushed the statue by themselves, swelling in sexual anticipation. The cock was stroking her most sensitive spot with each movement, and Annie couldn’t stop her hand from slipping between herself and the statue.
