Carorna took up the call, "Let the ceremony continue." This was the time when the two hundred male worshippers could choose of the three hundred Priestesses, including the Attendants, a woman to take the part for them of the Goddess and the ceremony would broaden to include most of the worshippers. The four male Priests whose duty to guard the Giver was finished, would also take a Priestess. The High Priestesses were not obliged to participate but usually did. If they wished to they could choose first from among the male worshippers but not the Priests. Carorna indicated that she would participate and quickly went down to the floor of the circle where she selected a tall farmer to be her Giver. She took him back to a table behind the altar. Karesa was under no obligation to participate further and usually the officiate would recover and watch from now on. It appeared that she had decided to remain on the altar and had ordered the "Giver" to minister to her own needs more gently than before. Now he had given up his seed he was no longer required to give more seed but with his hands and his tongue he could be expected to minister to the desires of the officiate if she chose.
The High Priest Taregir also had first choice over the Priestesses only if he so desired. Otherwise he must watch from above. He strode forward and chose one of the attendants, the slim dark haired one who had been next to Dianorla. He took her to a table behind the altar. Dianorla was pleased she had not been picked by him.
Although she had been picked by him on a number of occasions before she found him forceful and selfish, although it would again have been an honour. She no longer hoped she could avoid being chosen because she had found the first ceremony so powerful. Her arousal was strong and she had resisted, so far, the temptation to masturbate, but the magic in the air, or was it her own unsatiated natural desire, meant that she must participate in the next part of the ceremony, for her relief. It was very unlikely that an attendant already naked and considered attractive would escape the choice of two hundred male worshippers and four priests. If her own excitement was anything to go by the audience must be desperate to participate by now. She wondered if they had been as filled by the wild magic of the ceremony as she had. She assumed that they could not have been unaffected by the scenes she had witnessed or by the magnetic insistence of the echoing sounds. She wondered how many of them might have been overcome, like the two attendants, by the desire to masturbate. She saw that some of the farmers did indeed already have their hands beneath their tunics. Bulges indicated arousal. A few had them revealed and their tunics parted or raised.
Attendants often found that they were chosen by male priests because they stood nearby. After Taregir had chosen, the males were free to choose. Always there was a rush as certain males would head for the attendants or for the prettiest Priestesses, but there were more than enough Priestesses for all of them.
As the farmers who were here this evening milled around surveying their choice of Priestesses Dianorla remained at the altar, naked. For the farmers this was an exciting event. Rarely would they have the choice of so many Priestesses or be able to take part in an orgy on such a large scale. They came to the Temple at Sharlon only occasionally and were used to smaller ceremonies in the villages where they lived. Priestesses probably visited them regularly to conduct ceremonies but their participation in gatherings at the temple might happen only once in a month, or perhaps two. This particular ceremony was frequently performed by the Priestesses but the different occupations of the area had to wait their turn. The men were usually very excited therefore at the prospect of sexual communion on such a scale. Many of them took some time in selecting their first partner. There would be plenty of Priestesses to choose from and they probably considered that they might as well select a woman who would excite them the most. Others, the young ones who were new to this and awed by the Priestesses might take the first Priestess they could find. Some farmers mounted the steps, approaching. They all had such strong muscular legs under their tunics. Many were tall. Some were good looking, others were average.
She was done for, she knew. There was now no chance she would not be picked, she always was. She was too attractive to escape. She would have been foolish to hope that she might. After the first part of the ceremony she did not want to escape. She wanted to be selected. It was surely far better to participate than to watch and grow bored. The priest from the far corner of the altar, a man she knew well called Petrun, approached her also but when he saw the farmers approaching her, he knew he was beaten and went in pursuit perhaps of other less well sought after targets. Three farmers stood before her now. All reached their right hands forward in the ceremonial sign of invitation. It was for her to decide from amongst them now, unless they wished to withdraw. None made a move to give up their invitations although the Priest had done already. Rarely was she passed by. The farmers knew they had a chance of winning her favour, and were prepared to risk a rejection knowing that one of them would have her. Dutifully she surveyed them quickly. The one on the left was a little short and not so good looking in the face. The middle one had very strong legs. She imagined that the bulge in the pants of his tunic denoted his excitement. He was handsome and tall. The third was not quite so good although at any other time she might have chosen his pretty looks. Her choice was easy: the tall one. She pointed at him and took his hand. The others left reluctantly to find another. It was through occasions such as these that she realised her attraction.
There were no bench seats available so she waved to the floor and descended to it. She sprawled back on the cool stone and watched him peel off his tunic. His erect member stuck straight out pointing at her. He stepped forward and stood before her, inviting her to grasp his manhood. His hand encircled his shining penis, taking the loose skin over the top of the glans. Leaning forwards her legs wide open astride his, she reached out to grasp him and take him into her mouth. Before she lowered her gaze she had time to take note of his strong shoulders, his lithe smooth body and his muscled thighs. She wrapped the penis gently and played it gently with her tongue, enjoying its size at the same time brushing her hand across his smooth muscled torso. She had done well this evening, she thought. Her earlier lassitude was ameliorated by the pleasure of this fine specimen. He was not just some ordinary looking man, but one who could have been worth saving herself for.
Without words - there was no need for them in the midst of a ceremony - his hands drew down from her shoulders to the flesh below her breasts and began to draw her up. She turned over and onto her knees and bent forwards, glancing provocatively behind her to see what he would do, and offered her wide buttocks to him. Instead of bringing his warm penis straight to the flesh which was offered him the man knelt behind her and brought his head closer to her. The farmer held Dianorla's hips, drawing her silky thighs to his hungry mouth.
