-You'll have to excuse me for my English; it's not my first language. I don't think it'll cause you big problems to read, but you'll certainly find some mistakes.-
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After waiting a long hour in Lucia's bed, I got up and went to the baths. What waited for me there blew me away. The room was opened to the afternoon sun behind, but was also filled with countless torches burning all across the walls. The effect of the sun, these torches and the water in the baths was amazing. But what really caught my attention were the eleven women in the center off it all. I was only wearing a simple white robe, as they had asked me to do. Dressed like me, between the four large baths, ten women stood wearing the same kind of robes. In the tight circle formed by those women Roxanne was surrounded, the only one wearing a red robe. Each of the ladies' bodies was completely hidden by these robes. Along the three walls of the large room, guests and residents alike were crowded to see the initiation and judging by the number of people there, the show promised to be great! The fourth side of the room, opened towards the hills and river below the castle, allowed much of the morning sun to stream in and bathe the room in its warm, orange light. When the ten robed women saw me, they began chanting something that sounded like prayers and opened the circle they had formed.
Slowly, they spread outward and formed a half circle around Roxanne, the opened end pointing directly towards me. Now that I could see them all I realized that I couldn't recognize any of the priestesses, which surprised me. Suddenly music began to fill the room and, hearing the first notes, the priestesses removed their robes. All they had underneath was a pure white loincloth that covered their pussies and probably no more than half their buttocks. But each of the priestess's breasts were revealed, adding to the sun's warmth in this room. They all had a black and green tattoo on their chests: a tight weave mainly made of black lines traced the vertical lines between their breasts before spreading towards each of them. As they spread, the fine weaves became more and more green, wrapping about four or five tendrils all over the women's breasts. Clearly, all of those vagabond lines ended at the edge of the nipples, the reddish flesh contrasting heavily against the green lines.
All but three of these lines ended there, as I realized seconds later. On each sides, one of the lines rose up to their faces and drew delicate lines on their cheeks and forehead before melting away in the corner of their eyes. The third extra line grew down into a fine line until it bloomed again around the women's navels. In a wicked sun-like shape, the weave of lines spun and twirled wildly before disappearing further down on heir bellies. While I was staring at them, one priestess beckoned me to come closer.
Now standing in front of Roxanne, who like me was still wearing her robe, I waited for instructions. The priestess then told me; "Do you approve of us?" Approve? As with all of the other residents, these women were some of the most incredible women I had seen in my entire life! But before I had time to answer, the first priestess on my left told me to come closer to her and kneel at her feet. While looking at the tattoo on her belly, no more than a foot away from my face, I wondered what she wanted me to do.
Then she grabbed her loincloth and lifted it above her waist, completely exposing her pussy to my gaze. It was as beautiful as I had imagined it to be; full, large lips yet unable to hide two inner lips that peaked out, with a thin line of black hairs that hid nothing at all and a clit that was barely hidden. When I sat back on my heels to look at it better, the priestess raised one of her legs and placed her feet on my thigh. When I leaned forward to take advantage of this opening, she placed her hand behind my head and forced my mouth directly into her pussy. Obeying my instincts, I opened my mouth and licked her slit a few times before diving deeper into her. Seconds later, when I felt her shiver, she pulled me away and asked me to stand. When I did, she very distinctively pushed her breasts out and wanted me to evaluate them. I thought that all this was pretty weird, but who was I to complain. After a few seconds, she grabbed my hands and placed them both of her breasts, urging me to feel them. Getting the idea, I also bent down and tasted them.
Then, for the final exam, she turned around, lifted the back of her loincloth and bent at the waist as low as she could go. With her feet spread apart, she gave me the most erotic and beautiful sight of her ass, with her pussy obvious between her ass cheeks. This time, not waiting for a signal, I knelt behind her and began to feel her buttocks with more passion than before. After too few seconds, I leaned in and began to lick her pussy again, from the far away clit all the way down her slit. Continuing my journey upward, I allowed the tip of my tongue to graze her tight little anus. By now I was rock hard and even if I knew that sporting and erection was no crime here, I still felt awkward. But when I got back up, my cock slipped from the folds of the robe and lodged itself against her pussy. She then partly straightened, staying bent forward with her hands on her knees. When I looked around to see what I had to do, they only urged me to continue what I had begun accidentally.
With a deep, thrilled breath, I grabbed my cock with one hand and pulled it back until I slipped between her now-wet folds. Without delaying any further I pushed in, opening the welcoming warmth that seemed to pull me inside, and closed my eyes in ecstasy; the priestess was making some kind of pulsating squeezes that hugged my cock like a sex-vise. The farther I went, the more intense these pulses became. When my balls lodged themselves against her lips and her ass against my thighs, I felt the ripples going from base to tip in a maddening rhythm. So, before loosing my control, I slowly pulled out. The priestess then turned around and asked; "Do you approve of me?" With a smile, instead of answering, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. Hard. When I let her go, I could see that she, and some of the priestesses, were smiling. Some were even laughing, like much of the people gathered here to see the initiation.
I repeated this ritual for all the priestesses, approving them with a kiss each time. The last one, though, I gave her a little special. In the midst of all this beauty, she stood out quite clearly above the others and I just couldn't resist sucking her: I stayed longer than I needed to, but her pussy, clit, nipples and ass were wonderful. When I filled her pussy I realized that she was close to cumming. So instead of pulling out, I moved one of my hands to her luscious breasts and the other under her loincloth to her clit, and began to fuck her as hard as I could. I took less than ten seconds and the priestess was moaning and screaming in pleasure. When she finally moved away from my hands and cock, she was trying hard to hide her smiles. Still breathing hard, she told me with a wicked grin she couldn't contain, that this was not permitted. But all the other priestesses were trying hard not to explode in laughter and since no one in the crowd had any reason to hold back, they all were laughing openly. Even Roxanne was laughing behind me. Apparently no one had ever done this before.
I was glad to see that, after all, this was not a too serious occasion, but a kind of congenial celebration designed to entertain. But most of all, this was Roxanne's celebration. The priestess I had just brought to orgasm grabbed my arm and guided me in front of Roxanne. She then walked behind her, pulled away the rope that held her robe closed and then walked back to her place in the half circle around Roxanne. Then I looked back at Roxanne, who had lost her smile and was visibly growing nervous. Beginning at her neck, a widening strip of skin grew downward, revealing first the sides of her smooth as silk breasts and her flat belly before unveiling a sparkling bush. Red as the fire in her hair, her lush hairs were seeded with about a dozen or so emeralds. The light from the sun and torches were dancing like wildfires in there, adding to the magical effect of it all. She smiled when she saw me staring, more like gaping, at her bush. But without wasting any more time, she hooked her fingers under the shoulders of her robe and pushed it off. There she was, standing in the purity of nudity without feeling any shyness or shame; she was a nymph revealed.
Her long hair streamed wildly behind her back and some random braids seemed to be as richly teeming with emeralds as her bush was. I had already seen her breasts, but they always seem to have the same effect of surprise to me; when I tried to remember them, they always seemed just a bit too small for my tastes. But when they were under my hungry eyes, I could easily see that they were big enough to fill my palms easily. It must be the unique way they melt into her chest instead of having definite lines around them. Sure the bottom curve was clearly defined, but beside that, it all seemed too smooth to be true. Her pale pink nipples, nearly invisible, only added to the young insolence they were made of.
Above, her smiled spoke of calmness now, of contemplative delight and of peaceful eagerness in the middle of this physical, sexual and sensual storm. She had dreamed of this moment for two years now and didn't seem to want to miss any second of it. She slowly raised her arms to her sides, let her head fall back, abandoning herself to me completely; but most important of all, I could see her smile, her grin, shining as brightly as ever. After long, silent seconds, she returned to our world and looked at the priestesses. This time, seven of them surrounded her and then pulled her towards the body-paint room. But judging by the amount of candles in there and the incense smell that emerged in wisps of smoke, they were not going to do any painting today.
Now standing alone with the three priestesses, I simply waited for them to make a move. After unceremoniously taking off my robe, they asked me to climb down on the first step that led to the bath on my left, which I did. Then they all three climbed down until they had water up to their waists and grabbed three sponges I had not seen before. "We must clean you in order not to soil the virgin." They told me with private smiles. When two of them began carefully washing my feet and calves, I was wondering what the other would be doing. I didn't have to wait very long. Kneeling right in front of me, she gently took my cock in her little hand and looked up at me.
