The temple of Rana lay quiet in the dark hours of the early morning. The sun was still hours away, as the moon cast its ghostly light upon the city. Marian moved with practiced grace, darting to and from the patches of shadow that hid from the moon. She had picked early morning as her time to work. The streets were always clear and people were laying in their deepest sleep.
Marian stood within the shadows of an alleyway, studying the temple. She would be paid a handsome price for the object she had come to the temple to steal. The temple of Rana was known to house some of the most rare and unique magical items in the world.
Rana was the goddess of pleasure and lust. Her temples were visited more than any other god. Sexual favors from the priestess's were the reward for donations to the temple. The larger the donation, the greater the favor would be. It was no wonder that the church of Rana was also the richest. It was generally considered bad luck to steal from a temple, but Marian had been given an offer that she could not refuse. A priestess who followed Borus, the god of ice, had spied the object while she was 'visiting' the temple. She offered Marian a small ransom to retrieve it. Marian had her doubts, but the priestess gave her an amulet that would keep her identity hidden from Rana, who was sure to be vengeful.
Marian was to steal the item, then quickly make her way back to the temple of Borus. She had been paid a third of her money up front, and would receive the remainder upon receipt of the item. Reaching inside her pouch, She withdrew the drawing that had been given to her. Marian couldn't help but smile as she examined the paper. The drawing was of a large cock. It had a head on both ends and its shaft was rippled with veins. The second part of the artifact was a black leather harness that was studded with jewels. The harness held one end of the cock inside of a woman, allowing her to please her partner as if she were a man. Marian shivered as the thought of what could be done with such a tool. It was no wonder that the priestess's of Rana were so happy.
Marian made one final check for any watchers, and then quickly made her way over to the temple. It took her a few minutes to find an open window, and slip inside. She looked around the room, quickly making her way to the door. She listened carefully as she opened the door, making sure that the corridor was clear. Everything seemed quiet as she slipped into the dimly lit hallway. The cock was kept in a small chamber, just off of the main hall of worship. Marian had scouted the temple during the day, and had a general idea of its layout. She took her bearings, and headed down the corridor. The main hall was not very far away, and all she had to do was pass through the living quarters of the priestess's.
It didn't take long for her to make her way to the private quarters. The temple was very quiet, just as she expected it would be at such an hour. As she approached the hallway that marked the private chambers of the priestess's, she was surprised to see many of the doors open. Marian crept down the corridor, and stopped at the first open doorway. She drew her weapon of choice from her belt. She gripped the blackjack tight in her hand; she would be able to quickly knock out anyone that she came across. She really didn't like killing, and killing a holy woman was considered really bad luck.
Marian peered into the open room, but found no one waiting. The room was typical for the order, a few bookcases and dressers, with a large soft bed dominating one of the walls. Marian noticed the bed; it was rumored that the priestess's of Rana could do some amazing things in a bed. She stopped her musing quickly, and resumed her trek down the hallway. She stopped at each door, but the result was always the same. Each bed looked as if it had not been slept in all night. It seemed as if the temple were deserted. Marian cursed silently, if they were not asleep in their rooms, what could they be doing?
Marian became even more cautious as she made her way closer to the main hall of worship. She began to pick up stray sounds, but they were nothing that she could identify. She took to hiding as much as possible, making her way from hiding place to hiding place. The closer she came to the hall, the more distinct the sounds were, and she could swear it sounded like moaning. Marian stopped as she walked around the last corner, almost at the hall door.
The scent of sex exploded into her as she stood in the shadows. Marian could plainly hear the moans of women having sex. She peered around the door, her sex becoming wet at what she saw. The main floor of the main hall was littered with the bodies of the priestess's. They lounged upon tables, cuddled in corners and coupled upon the altar. The entire room was alive with sex. There was not a dry pussy in the room.
Marian watched in utter amazement as she watched the women engage in many different acts of sex. The cries of orgasm echoed through the hall, as fingers spread wet lips, and tongue probed soft flesh. Maria rubbed her palm over her crotch, an itch building deep within her. The sight of the mass orgy was making her horny, and her cunt was already streaming cream down her thigh. She watched a bit more, her hand grinding against her crotch.
Marian finally regained control and tried to look for the antechamber. The orgy threatened to distract her at every turn, but she finally located it. She groaned softly, the antechamber was located directly on the other side of the hall. She would have to make her way through the main hall in order to reach it. Marian didn't think much about what to do. She quickly came up with a plan. Stripping her clothing off, she hid them behind the open door. She would quietly enter the room, and make her way over to the antechamber. The only item she kept was the magical pendant she had for protection. She hadn't figured out how she would get back out, but the itch between her thighs was hampering her thoughts.
Marian took a deep breath and made her way into the room. Luckily none of the women paid her any attention. They were much too busy tending to their own business. Marian began to circle the room, staying as close to the wall as possible. She was able to conceal herself in the shadows, but not for long. As she came from behind a pillar, the sight of three women greeted her. One of them was standing, her arms wrapped around the pillar, while another knelt behind her, her face deeply buried in the woman's ass cheeks. The third woman sat watching, her fingers buried deep in her own wet sex. Marian couldn't help but watch as the standing woman struggled to stay on her feet. She mewled like a kitten as her partner drilled her tongue into her.
Marian started as a hand brushed her ankle. She quickly looked down to see the lone woman beckoning her down to the floor. She was trapped, there was no way for her to refuse, and deep down she really didn't want to. The young priestess's hands roamed over Marian as she eased herself down on the floor. The cool stone floor sent shivers up her spine as the woman's hands slid between her legs. Marian moaned as two fingers penetrated between her wet lips. Her hands found the other woman's breasts, her nipples hard as cherries. Marian bent her head and eagerly suckled the woman's breasts, lolling her tongue about her heated flesh. Her hips bucked as the priestess began to thrust her fingers deep into her sex, her thumb pounding against Marian's clit.
Marian had always been open to other woman, and this woman knew exactly what to do. Within minutes she had Marian bucking in a powerful climax, cream streaming from Marian's open slit. As Marian came down, the Priestess maneuvered over her, her wet pussy inches from Marian's lips. She had little experience on the giving end of things, but she was still highly excited. The priestess didn't need to encourage her. Marian gripped the woman's hips, pulling her down to her lips. The woman's wet lips quivered as Marian began slowly licking. She ran her tongue slowly over the outer lips, then thrust deep inside. The priestess gasped and ground her hips down upon Marian.
Marian's fought to breathe as she pressed her face harder into her lover, her tongue rapidly flicking to and fro. She groaned as the woman began to lick her, this time her tongue pleasuring the bud of Marian's anus. Marian had never been touched there, and the feeling of the priestess's tongue slipping into her wet ass rocked her. Marian continued to feast upon the woman, all thoughts of why she was in the temple lost.
Marian had come twice from the woman's probing tongue, when the priestess climaxed again. The Young woman ground against her in a tremendous orgasm, her spurting juices coating Marian's face. The priestess lay still, her hair cascading down Marian's thighs. Marian continued to suckle the woman, lapping up the copious cream that still flowed from her. Finally, the woman rolled over, falling to sleep upon the floor. Marian lay panting. After a few minutes found the strength to sit. The other two women were rolling about on the floor, their mouths hungry feasting on each other.
Slowly rising to her feet, Marian began to make her way around the room again. She sidestepped two different groups of women, both beckoning her to join them. She stopped shortly at a serving table, taking a long drink from a goblet of wine. As she drank, she revised her plan. She realized that it would be impossible to retrieve the artifact with being caught in another tryst. She let some wine spill down her breasts, and then refilled the goblet.
