Harvest Of The Virgin Sacrifice, Filled With Hot Seed Read Free

ordinary boy ruin everything for me, I will tell no
one and soon I will be on my way to the Potentate to be splayed
before him, waiting for him to enter me.
    My lust, though momentarily quelled, grows
once more as the sun rises. My priestesses finally come once it is
directly above us. There are five of them and each one carries a
different piece of my sacred vestments. I step out of my black silk
robe and allow them to dress me. First a piece of red silk is
wrapped around my waist and tied just below my entrance, then I am
dressed in a tight black silk robe with a low neck. After that, an
elaborate gold gown of finely embroidered brocade, its skirts
sweeping back in an elegant train. My Priestesses fasten it tightly
in the back with a line of elaborate bronze clasps. Before me they
place a pair of white silk slippers. I step into the slippers and
then finally they cloak me in a heavy velvet mantle of deepest
blue, edged in gold damask and inlaid with pearls.
    My dark haired priestess tenderly washes my
hair and then pins it up into an elaborate bun, placing atop it a
delicate crown of white gold inlaid with rubies. I step in front of
the mirror to examine myself and gasp. All my life I have worn
rough grey linens, I have kept my hair tied demurely at the base of
my neck, I have never sought to be beautiful, but today what I see
before me is nothing less then a Goddess. The rich fabrics that
float around me make my pale skin almost glow in the midday
sunlight. My hair, instead of being dirty and uncombed is carefully
shaped into soft golden curls falling lightly out of the bun and
around my face. I look back to my priestesses and I can see their
desire for me, perhaps it is even greater today because they know
that they cannot have me. They can never have me again. Today I
belong only to the potentate and his vassals. I shiver with delight
at the thought of it.

Chapter Three
    The Silver Palanquin
    My priestesses take me down a spiraling stone
stair to an archway framed in golden light. Before we go through
it, Chasa stands before me with tears in her eyes. I reach out and
stroke her face. Though it pains me to leave her I know I will go
on to greater things. By the end of today, I will be with the gods.
Whatever that entails I know that only the greatest mysteries await
me. She lifts the heavy hood of my cloak and pulls it over my head,
just before the hood comes down over my eyes she kisses me softly
on the lips and then I descend into darkness. The hood of the cloak
is large enough to cover my whole head so that I may not be seen on
my way to the potentate. I can see nothing through the dark folds
of fabric, so I let myself be led by my priestesses out into what I
suppose must be the courtyard. I have watched with envy as other
gifts are taken to the temple of Xerastes, so I know what is
happening when I am lifted off the ground and set down on a velvet
cushion.
    Last year’s gift was a beautiful dark haired
girl with piercing green eyes. We were close and would often spend
hours together, reading scriptures, painting, studying, enjoying
the comfortable silences of companionship. Sometimes she would talk
to me of how excited she was for her harvest day and about what we
imagined might await us once we entered the grey tombs. She too
looked beautiful on the day of her harvesting. I came to see her in
the virgin’s bed and then watched through the windows as she
stumbled blindly into the courtyard where four men stood, holding
the four carrying poles of a magnificent silver palanquin carved
with scenes from the scriptures.
    One of the priestesses gathered up her slim
form and gently set her down within the vehicle. I caught a glimpse
of the velvet-lined interior before the door was shut and the
palanquin was lifted onto the shoulders of the four brawny young
men. They were all naked to the waist and a thrill of desire went
through me as I watched their muscles tighten with the effort of
hoisting the heavy palanquin, their