Life and Times of a Priestess: Ch.8: Winter In The Occupied City (Part 5: The Return -Section 2)

Section 2

   She turned to the others. “Shall we worship with them? You need not if you do not wish, Lira.”

     Lira was not tired however, “I am looking forward to some real Pirionite men. I have missed them.  Don’t count me out.” The others were in agreement. Danella was pleased.  They would have an orgy together, perhaps in the way that few Prancirians were prepared to try or perhaps could afford.

   “Bring your friends down,” said Sreela. “Let us see them, tell them the Goddess has returned, if only for a day.”

     The authority of a High Priestess seemed to be stronger in her today.  Back amongst Prancirians her sense of responsibility seemed to improve.  The man was relieved that the Priestesses of Pirion remained as generous as ever, and was naturally grateful for whatever charity they could provide in their fallen circumstances.  Immediately he disappeared into the stairwell and hastened up to inform his comrades.   They came down one by one sheepishly, as if surprised by their good fortune but happy to return to the practises they had always believed were theirs by right.  The first to appear was a mature man, bearded again, with tired eyes, slimmed by hard work, short in stature, dark in complexion.  Like his comrade he was grateful and quickly enthusiastic.  “You don’t know how much I need this,” he said.  “Are we to perform any particular ceremony,” he asked of the High Priestess.

     “No, I think in the circumstances we will just celebrate in communion. We will take you where your inclinations wish to go.  Let us begin.  Your friends may join us as they arrive. “She signalled to Agnessa and Lira, who moved close to the man, placing their arms around his overworked body.  Young Lira soothed his face, drawing him into a kiss while golden Agnessa drew close behind the man, her hand brushing softly over the thin material of his tunic and cradling the cheek of his buttock, squeezing it gently.  Her fingers found the gap in his shirt and travelled beneath it upwards across the stomach to the nipples.

     Another two men arrived, both younger, quickly followed by the first man.  Sreela welcomed them and she and Danella stepped forward together to engage with them,  taking one of the younger men each.  The first man attached himself behind Sreela as she clamped herself around her young man.  There was no need for further words as they set to commune with each other and enjoy in serious ritual.

     Agnessa unfastened the shirt of the small mature man and drew it over his shoulders to reveal a strong, fit and muscled torso.  She drew her lips to his shoulders as Lira fed him from her tongue.

    Two remaining men now arrived, one attaching himself behind the splendidly revealed Danella, who had unfastened and despatched her own robe, as she gave herself to the arms of her young man.  The other man unfastened his belt and reached for his penis as he approached Lira from behind, seeking to understand how her strange Prancirian dress might be undone.  Words seemed unnecessary as the men immersed themselves in the flesh that had been forbidden to them for so long, but the young man, whom Danella held, gave a hoarse cry, as her hand explored his penis.  Unlike many men this one needed little encouragement to raise his penis to its full strength.  Already half raised of its own volition it sprang fully to life as soon as she touched it.

    “That feels so good, so much better than the feel of a man,” he admitted his indulgence with other men while in the camp.  “You are so beautiful”. His voice had become hoarse and he broke off as she stroked it. Bending forwards and allowing her gracious tongue to slide down his muscled torso from his neck and over his nipples to his flat stomach, she held his penis out before her as she brought her tongue onto it, lapping it softly to his delight.  The man was filled with excitement, already thrusting his penis forward and back into her mouth. She obliged by clenching her lips around the hard rod, appreciating the taste of it as she gazed at his attractive body, savouring her own enjoyment of him.

     The man behind Danella had discarded his own clothes and enjoyed the sight of her body from behind as he pressed against her buttocks.  She enjoyed the feel of him as his hands gently wandered over her nakedness, smoothing her thighs and buttocks, then rising to soothe her shoulders as her neck strained to give pleasure to the younger man before her.

     She loved to feel the soft massage of the experienced worshipper, and this man she could tell was such. Months of ‘making love’ to the lonely and sexually immature soldiers of Prancir had been fulfilling in many ways.  She and the other Priestesses had taught them many pleasures and encouraged them, unlike their own wives and prostitutes back home, to sometimes take longer in the act of love and to return the pleasures of gentle massage and the more feverish stimulation to the Priestesses. Many men had become more gentle and varied and more understanding of a woman’s sexuality as a result.  Consequently many soldiers had become great lovers.  However, the encouragements of the Priestesses had been undermined somewhat by the consciousness of the soldiers that they would be charged more if they stayed longer.  It angered Danella and the other Priestesses that the men should have to pay for what they regarded as worship, and that it should diminish the act.  However, money was the way of the Vanmarians, and now they lived in the Vanmarian economy the Priestesses also needed to earn the money with which they were looked after.  She was conscious from the books she had read and the conversations she had had with Prancirians that in the new system if they ceased to ‘work’ for their money they would, after a time, cease to be looked after by the military government of the city.  That was the Pranciran way.

     It was so good to feel again the experienced hands and penis of a Pirionite male again.  She could feel his outstretched penis resting on her buttocks as he massaged her and pricking against her slits, bringing warmth and sensitivity to her nether regions.  This man behind her was in no hurry but presently he broke off the massage to slide his swollen prick between Danella’s thighs.  She obliged by clenching her thighs around the strong penis and moaned gently onto the younger man’s penis, while the older one behind her rode her, his shaft rubbing along her crease, its tip forging at her swollen clitoris.  She was aware of the other bodies around her, aroused in their own performances but watching each other’s at the same time, borrowing inspiration and passion from each other.  She felt the old excitement of Pironite worship, returning, and gave thanks for their decision to come here to give succour to their men folk today.

     Danella could see Sreela out of the corner of her eye, encased between a gorgeous slim young man who attended to her breasts with his mouth while she massaged him expertly. The first man also looked good without his clothes.  He crouched licking at the High Priestess’ hind quarters.  Even in the midst of her own engagement Danella could appreciate the tall, slender, fleshy shape of her High Priestess whom she felt so close to.  She felt warmth as she sensed the enjoyment Sreela betrayed, as her body began to shake with pleasure. The first man drove his fingers into Sreela’s vagina, allowing her to ride on them as she began to buck with pleasure.  “Fuck me” she cried twisting her head to look at the first man who so roused her.  Obedient to the wishes of a High Priestess he stimulated his own organ for a minute or so to bring it to its compete arousal before  leaning forward to nose his cockhead between the cheeks of he vagina and into that resplendent torso.  Sreela braced herself as he did so, jutting her hips towards him, and he embraced her waist with his strong arms.  His hips swivelled and then rested as his penis found it place.  Slowly he began to ease it in and out of Sreela, picking up speed as his rhythm increased.  “Fuck me harder” she cried. “Give it to me”.  Danella knew that Sreela must be feeling it to cry out so early in the orgy.  Given that there was no formality to this ceremony there was no need for any of them to feel restraint.  If she came soon she would be able to proceed to as many orgasms as she desired later.

     Observing Sreela reminded her of what she must look like to the man who mounted her and increased his pace behind her., She felt the man’s possession of her vagina and the delight of her interior tissue as the shaft rode in her.  Her own excitement increased in line with Sreela’s and she found more inspiration from her friend. Sreela’s bucking became stronger as the first man manhandled her and rode his prick hard into her, while the younger man before her stimulated his own organ gently while his hips  made contact with her face, resting his free hand on her shoulder to support himself.  Again Sreela cried out for harshness and her penetrator redoubled his strokes.  His face screwed with pleasure and the strain of his effort.  He grunted repeatedly now, and the man in Danella grunted in harmony, but it was Sreela who was coming.  She twisted and bucked in an extreme jarring motion.  “Make me come, come on fuck,” her mouth spilled with the words which gave vent to her ecstatic ordeal, imploring pleasure, spurring her rider to greater extremes.

     Danella felt her own excitement too.  Suddenly driven by the urge to join Sreela’s orgasm, she too, releasing the cock in her mouth, gave vent to her own excitement, aping Sreela in the volume and intensity of her senseless moans.  She began to jut her hips more strongly onto the penis she felt inside her, bringing it on.  The younger man before her squeezed his penis to her face, masturbating hard against her flesh.  Sreela began to make a long loud moan as the gusts of passion finally took her body.  They had all become loud now, anyone out in the street would have heard their pleasure and known what was occurring. Danella continued to watch Sreela’s performance at the same time as the masturbator before her, as she took off, wailing with the moans of the High Priestess’ moans.  Soon the violence of Sreela’s orgasm was over and her body slumped in gentle rest.  Presumably her rider had ejaculated into her for he ceased to pummel her, content to rest his penis inside her as the juices spread inside. 

     Danella’s cries continued as Sreela’s orgasm transferred itself into her, her body bending with the ecstasy.  For two minutes her frenzy continued and then it was over, but her rider continued his fucking, unloading his wet stuff deep into her as she became his inert receptacle in her aftermath. In a quaint clumsy postscript the young masturbator before her deposited his wad of semen all over her face, after the riding had ceased.  As she came out of her trance she took his penis in her mouth again and sucked it clean, playing with the rich fluid and allowing it to dribble over her chin and onto her breasts.  She felt deliciously wet.