Amazon At the Sacred Temple
By Aleq de Satyr
Part 1
Prologue
Amazons are portrayed in a number of ancient epic poems and legends, such as the Labors of Hercules, the Argonautica and the Iliad. They were a group of female warriors and hunters, who matched men in physical agility and strength; in archery, riding skills, and the arts of combat. As one chronicler puts it: "They fight hard, live hard, fuck hard; beware the male who crosses their path".
Courageous and fiercely independent, the Amazons, commanded by their Queen, regularly undertook extensive military expeditions into the far corners of the ancient world; from Scythia to Thrace, Asia Minor and the Aegean Islands; reaching as far as Arabia and Egypt. Besides military raids, the Amazons are also associated with the foundation of temples, and the establishment of numerous ancient cities.
This story is about an Amazon warrior called Artemis, named after the Goddess of the moon as well as the hunt, who Amazons worshipped...After leading an expeditionary liberating force on an island in the ancient world, Artemis and a handful of her group decided to remain on the island for some time, while the rest headed home.
The Sacred Temple
After a successful campaign to expel the male renegade invaders from the beautiful island of women, the Isle of Cypra, my six close comrades and I decided to stay awhile and enjoy the hot, semi-tropical climate on the island. During our exploration, we discovered a hamlet of women old and young; and also a temple occupied by women, priestesses, mostly younger. They were all part of our extended Amazon clan. Their ancestors migrated to the island eons ago. I quickly assumed full command of the Temple and partial command of the Hamlet.
I saw women singing as they worked in the fields, the orchards, the irrigating canals. Some were almost naked--near nudity is commonplace on the island--most wore only loin cloths and nothing else. They all seemed to enjoy their work. Some were lying together in the shade taking a break, frolicking playfully...The hamlet is a Sapphic matriarchy with no men allowed, the temple is open to men. The hamlet matriarch was called Xanthe. The High Priestess at the temple was Agave. They were both in their prime. The two groups coexist peacefully. We decided to stay at the temple.
Agave led me to where a cluster of boulders surrounded by eucalyptus and sandalwood, formed a natural wall around a spacious enclosure. A lovely garden with mats and blankets spread on the lush grass under a big, decorated canvas canopy. In the center stood a vulva-shaped marble altar, ringed by a semi-circle of breast-shaped, sculpted granite. Large jugs of wine stood in discreet spots, placed there for the spirits of ancestors. That is the forecourt of the Temple proper.
It occurred to me that the temple was fashioned after a woman's cunt. The stone facade being the clitoris and vulva, the antechamber the vagina and the main chamber, the womb...The entire temple chamber was lit by large phallic-shaped candles in niches around the walls. In the center was a dais on which a black statue of Otrera, the Amazon deity stood in naked beauty. In the back were the dwellings...Agave wondered if I were Otrera herself in the flesh, admiring my strong, statuesque, battle-tested, attractive body.
Agave was a 50 year old holy woman who knew everything. As a High Priestess she understood the arts of healing and lore of herbs and stones... An honorable responsibility indeed. It was a privilege to enter the temple that afternoon. She told me that she selects acceptable men, called partners, from the nearby mainland, brings them to the temple and the priestesses fuck them silly for weeks. That was a tradition and custom of the temple. Agave said she loves to fuck.
My comrades and I agreed that it was a custom we would love to enjoy ourselves. We had been without men for so long...Indeed, it was then time to bring some men over, since the temple women had been restless without men for many moons, due to the renegade invasion and, in were need of some good fucking. Apparently the renegades had thought the women were all Sapphic and had left them alone sexually...Since we Amazons are naturally bisexual, the Isle of Cypra was an ideal place for us to relax awhile.
Agave and I went to the mainland to inspect a group of men put together by an agent, a middle-aged woman called Elera. I wore my short leather skirt and no under covering so my very hairy, full cunt was on exquisite display. My full firm breasts bouncing. And Agave wore a short tunic that exposed her hairy cunt as well. The idea was to turn on the men so we could see how much endowed they were.
We sat on leather recliners, our legs spread our cunts wide open, when the men were brought in; I had been stroking my big clitoris into extreme hardness...The two dozen young naked men looked strong, muscular and of different hues, from dark to pale and are from various lands. As they gazed at our open cunts, their cocks became fully erect and by Jupiter, they were endowed like mules. The four dark men were endowed like stallions! I locked eyes with the good looking, very muscular dark man with curly hair; his mahogany skin shone like polished wood, his cock the largest. His dark brown eyes, his smile, got me aroused. I felt my cunt leaking juice already. His name was Jaro.
"We will take them all"! cried Agave. "This is the best group I have ever seen" she added.
"You can keep them, it is up to you" said Elera.
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Phallic Worship
The temple erupted in jubilation when we arrived with the men. I promptly took Jaro to my quarters; I was so fucking aroused my juices were running down my legs...Naked, on the mattress covered with animal furs and linen, strewn with downy pillows, Jaro stroked my sopping cunt, my erect clitoris, my breasts.