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enter through a massive pair of wooden
doors latticed with pointed wrought iron bars and carved with wild
and exotic flowers and great trays of ripe and succulent fruits.
The antechamber of the temple is massive and down the center are
two rows of statues. They are the pantheon of the gods and as I
walk between them, their empty stone eyes gaze down upon me in
judgment. A sudden thrill runs through me as I realize that the
female gods are all enflamed with desire, their swollen nipples
hardened into points, some of them touching themselves, while the
male gods are fully erect, their faces contorted in growls of
passion. I clench my legs together as my pussy grows tight and wet
between them.
    At the end of the corridor of statues is a
tunnel built into the far wall of the antechamber. A flaming torch
sits in a sconce beside the tunnel and I take it and carry it with
me through the dark corridor of red stone. My footsteps echo off
the close walls and when I see a light at the end of it my heart is
practically pounding out of my chest. When I emerge all thoughts
leave my head and I drop the torch as the sight before me sends a
conflagration of lust roaring through my body.

Chapter Five
    The Reaping Room
    The potentate sits on a golden throne clothed
only in a garment of fine white linen. His muscular body seems to
shine in the light of the flaming braziers beside him. At either
side of him are his vassals, each of whom wears a black silk robe
like the one that I had been gowned in the night before. Before him
stands a great stone table, the alter upon which my virginity will
be sacrificed to him. In my mind I had always pictured a bed, but
this is so much more right. The idea of the hard stone pressing
into my back as the potentate thrusts himself inside me sends
another gush of wetness to the red knot above my entrance.
    I bring my head up and look him directly in
the eye, the look I see there is one of rawest lust. His eyes run
over my body and I feel his gaze like fire as he takes in the
curves of my waist, my breasts, my hips. I can see from here that
his cock is already stiffening under his garment and I move forward
with my eyes fixed on his piercing gaze. As I approach the throne
the two vassals step in front of it. They are both handsome men,
tall with broad chests. Pytheum has a cunning face with a strong
chin and a sharp straight nose. He smiles slyly at me as his eyes
roam over my body. His gaze enflames me and my every breath begins
to catch in my chest. Logastum at his side appears more sensual,
with his full red lips and an unruly head of dark hair. The
Potentate’s voice speaks up from behind his vassals.
    “Truly she is a beauty, don’t you think
Pytheum?”
    “I do, so fresh and ripe.” He smiles again,
this time exposing his white teeth and his two sharp little
canines.
    “Do you think she will be too tight for us,”
asks Logastum, “she is such a delicate little thing.”
    “She has been prepared for us by the
priestesses, we will not hurt her.”
    “Only pleasure her,” Pytheum laughs.
    I smile at this, I am aching for them to
begin, to touch me, to fill me, but I know they will draw out my
suffering.
    “She smiles,” Logastum says.
    “Do you think she wants us to undress her?”
asks Pytheum.
    I hold my breath and give a small nod. I do,
I do so badly, but I must not say a word until they begin to touch
me.
    “I think,” Logastum says, slowly drawing out
the word.
    “Enough play,” comes the low voice of the
potentate, hoarse with desire, “take her now.”
    The men grin at each other and approach me.
Pytheum moves behind me and reaches his arms around me to undo the
clasp of my cloak. It falls to the floor and he presses into me,
his cock hardening against my back. He puts his lips to my neck
and, now, free to speak and make noise, I moan.
    “Will you speak to us now?” asks Logastum as
he kneels before me and I lift my skirts to expose the white satin
slippers.
    As Pytheum slowly makes