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I lay limp on the two girls, gasping for air, sweat stinging my eyes.  The
rushing heat flows over me in a huge smashing wave, and then begins slowly
to subside.  It spins around me like a great whirlpool.  The women dance
with it; their hands guide it and are guided by it.  The singing lowers and
slows; but this is not a break.  This is a small valley on a long climb, a
dip between towering waves.
   The Grand Matron from the throne kneels beside us and grips my hair with
the strength of old roots tearing apart stone.  I have no time to
understand what is happening; she shoves the tip of a wineskin into my
mouth and squeezes, hard.  I choke on the unexpected flood and try to push
her away so I can breathe; I might as well be slapping an oak tree.  I
swallow and sputter, and the drink sprays on her and pours down my chin
onto the girls.  I swallow more.  It's not wine - maybe it used to be. 
It's warm, almost hot, and spicy, and thick.  It tastes like metal or blood
is in it too, and bitter herbs.  I don't want more, but she keeps
squeezing, tilting my head back with ease.  More and more spills out of me
and onto the girls; my belly tingles and cramps with the stuff; my chest
and throat burn; my tongue goes numb.
   I can't take it any more, but I do, because I have no choice; and then
she lets me go.  I gag and vomit up some of the stuff, but not much.  I
wheeze and cough and suck air.  She tilts my face up with one hand under my
chin and examines me, ignoring the stuff I've spilled onto her arm.  Her
eyes see into and through me.  The room spins violently about me and I
might fall, were she not holding me.  Her face seems furious, pitiless. 
The patterns on her skin wriggle and blur.
   And then her hand relaxes and the grip becomes a caress, sliding
calloused skin over my smooth, hairless jaw, fingers igniting more heat
from me.  She smiles and licks her lips, and I am filled with a sudden fear
that I will not be able to satisfy her, when the time comes.  To fail her
would be the most terrible thing I can imagine.  She walks away from us,
back toward her place outside the circle, and I stare, hypnotized, at her
ass, clenching and relaxing with only a hint of sag.  Moisture glistens on
her inner thighs.
   The girls beneath me stir and try to rise, and I tumble to my side in
the furs; my penis pops out of the brunette and waves in the air, shiny
with blood and come.  I realize that I've never really softened, and when I
see the gasping mouth of the blonde my erection begins to throb and ache
once more.  Blood swirls dizzily in my head and I suppress the urge to
vomit again as I rise up on my hands.  But the feeling passes, mostly, and
the drum beat begins to speed up again, inside me and out.
   I crawl up the blonde's body while the brunette rises to her knees,
staring around and shaking her head in an apparent daze.  A thick glob
slides out of her vagina and down one thigh into the furs.  With one hand,
I wave in her face to get her attention, then point to the blond's crotch;
she blinks and then begins to position herself to service her friend. 
Meanwhile, I straddle the blond's face with my legs and press my penis
insistently against her lips until she opens her mouth.
   In a strange parody of the Grand Matron forcing me to drink, I push my
cock as far as I can into the girl's mouth, ignoring her feeble hands on my
legs or the choking sounds she makes.  I grip her head firmly and press
down with my crotch for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation as she shakes
her head from side to side, then pull back a bit and begin sliding in and
out, cleaning my cock on her tongue.  Her cries are muffled by my penis.  I
wonder briefly how well the brunette is working her tongue down below, and
then lose all thought in the pleasure of the mouth around my cock as I push
down again.  The singing seems pitched higher and higher, shrieking with
dissonance.  Red light flashes and flickers on us while I fuck her mouth;
her frantic eyes water and her hands flail.
   I don't go on for too long, though, and after all I do want her to enjoy
this, even if I find her fear and confusion intoxicating.  I pull out and,
like I did, she gags a bit, spitting up slimy saliva and a bit of our come.
I lie back to the side a bit and pull her head up so she can watch her
friend's mouth, eagerly sucking her hairless cunt, tongue lapping up and
pushing over her clitoris again and again.  The blonde still can't figure
out what to do with her hands, alternating between her friend's head and
making fists in the furs or resting them ineffectually on her own soft
abdomen.  I smile at her and kiss her thin, slimy lips, and then slide my
hips down until we're even.
   I lift the darker girl's head up a bit and push between them, setting my
hips in place to begin; without looking, I pull that head back between my
legs, and, taking the hint, she licks at my wet balls a few times, then
moves up to my asshole and begins licking my rim.
   Pulling the blonde's legs up and hooking her ankles around my thighs, I
place my penis at her opening.  She looks down at me and realizes what is
about to happen; her mouth forms a wide O and her hands grip the furs hard.
   Pushing into her isn't quick like it was with her friend; it takes time.
Her cunt is so tight that it hurts me, a bit, as I wiggle and shove.  I
know it hurts her; her face is an ugly grimace.  But this is how it has to
be.  The music seems to stagger and slow, just a bit, feels a bit off.
   And then I am in her, all the way, and it feels wonderful.  I work back
and forth, and the sounds spin up again, stronger than ever.  I push the
breath out of her with each instroke, shoving into her abdomen.  The tongue
on my asshole is clumsy as the brunette struggles to keep in place while I
move, but when she really digs it in it's splendid.  Now the music is in
perfect time with us again; red light flares and shadows grow, bare feet
and hands slap flesh and stone, and I push in and out, Huh, Huh, Huh.  The
blonde isn't in pain any more; she lays her head back and whines, one long
sound, eyes shut, head swinging back and forth.  Her breasts are too small
to shake much as I thrust, but they're beautiful nonetheless.
   I suck on the side of her face and neck and fuck her ear with my tongue,
and then I slide my hand down and rub her clit with my thumb; she shrieks
and comes.  And there is a flash - I am confused; the shadows play on her
and change her appearance, I can't remember - is she blonde?  Was she?  Is
this still the same girl?  I smell earth and blood, and feel pain, and then
it is gone and I can't remember what is gone.  With a frenzy I pick up the
pace now, ramming home hard, grinding, the brunette has given up trying to
keep her tongue in me and shoves a finger up my ass instead, kissing and
stroking my back and legs.  The music builds to another climax and that's
it - I am burning - I am coming.  This one seems less explosive at first
but it lasts a long time, and I can tell the streams coming out of me are
long.  The blonde makes a strangled sound and convulses in what appears to
be another orgasm, or maybe some kind of continuation of the last one.  I
realize we are soaking and slippery with sweat; I feel our come trickling
back out of us; there is a whiff of cold, dead air and everything spins
again, lurching dreadfully.  The world seems small and dark.  Sparks swirl
in my vision; I fall to the side, unable to hold myself up.  I feel awful.
I try to squirm and wiggle to the side of the pile of furs; then I vomit,
hard, over and over again.
   I am panting, trying to catch my breath, crying, snot running down my
nose, wiping at my mouth.  But there is no time to recover; I have had my
fun, and now I have a cave full of Priestesses to please.  
  
Temple 2