While this is not my first time writing a smutty fiction, it is the first time I've published some. Hope you enjoy!
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Spring came to Greece with lush grasses and trees and flowers in bloom. And with spring came the time of the Pansélinos rites, a ritual that existed between two Greek cities of Thais and Metea, both under the protective watch of the goddess Selene.
The ancient stories stated that every year a man from Thais who had reached sexual maturity would go to the city of Metea to couple with a woman whom the temple priests had deemed worthy enough for the ritual. Once at the temple, both sacrifices would be bathed and cleansed, and kept separate until the next day.
Sacrifices would be provided with temple priestesses instructed in the art of sexual arousal in both men and women alike. Three women would be assigned to both the man and the woman, to ready themselves for one another. For you see, the Metean female represented the goddess Selene in human form and would look favourably upon both Metea and Thais in exchange for extremely pleasurable sexual gratification.
Kyros tried to sleep that night, the temple quiet but his mind was frantic. What would the Metean girl look like? Would he please her? He had yet to even meet his temple priestesses and in preparation for the Pansélinos he had not released himself for a week.
It was a trick that the temple priests told him of back in Thais. They had instructed him to stroke himself until he neared the edge and stop, in order to build up his divine milk. He had done this three times a day the week leading up to the Pansélinos and was amazed at the heft of his full and straining balls. The priests told him that the amount of milk that he produced would please Selene greatly if he followed their advice.
What he had not anticipated was the sheer sensitivity of his cock. He'd caught sight of the slight peak of a slave girl's wine coloured nipple through her thin robe and felt the blood rush to his cock immediately, his balls trembling at the sight.
Even now, all he wanted to do was grease his hand up with some olive oil and stroke his cock viciously until he emptied his balls of all the cream that was stored there. He absentmindedly began to slowly hump his bed covers but knew it would do him no good. He lay there, breathing deeply until the morning came.
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In her temple chambers, Palegia groaned in deep frustration. Her nimble fingers pressed her thin robe between her legs, rubbing the somewhat coarse material between her womanly folds, trying to find it-
"Ah!" she gasped, rubbing the hardened nub once more, tightening her legs around her own fingers as she pressed, a tightening sensation building in her loins. She'd been sexually tense for the past week, a suggestion from the priests of the temple. Normally she would let her fingers slide over her slick lips, aching to touch her clit, her hips thrusting against her own hand as she came...
Rolling her slim body over, she moved her hands away and resolved herself to ever so slowly rub herself against the bundle of bedclothes under her hips as she struggled to slow her breathing. Palegia knew she couldn't allow herself release, not yet. It was all for Selene and Metea. She knew she had to control herself, only until tomorrow.
The next morning she woke with her robe and sheets still pressed intimately in between her legs.
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Kyros watched, eyes glossed over with lust as one
of the Serene Temple priestesses, Phila toyed with his cock. Her tongue teased the puckered edge of the foreskin that still covered his sensitive head, her wet appendage occasionally dipping inside to touch his tip.
He was lying on a preparation bed, his hips near the edge so that Hebe, another priestess, had full access to his maddeningly full balls. Phila stood near his hips while Aris, his third priestess, stood near the head of the bed, massaging his chest and teasing his nipples, occasionally leaning forward and suckling from his hardened nubs, brushing her own exquisitely naked breasts against his lips.
All three girls were utter beauties, chosen for reason alone. Though they were of different sizes; Phila slim and petite, Hebe of average build and Aris, her glorious hips wide and full, all three had amazingly full and supple breasts. Their nipples were beautiful hardened peaks, little buttons that he wanted to suckle.
Each of them, according to temple and the Pansélinos rites had their womanly mounds shaved smooth, granting him the joy of being able to see just the slight pink nub peeking out from their lower lips, taunting him to touch them.
He had been shaved as well by a lovely young slip of a girl, no more than 18. She'd done her best to not arouse him too much, but seeing her there, delicately scraping the bone razor over his softest skin had raised him to half-mast. He'd mumbled some apology but she had only giggled and smiled, gripping and sliding her hand around his cock from root to tip, slightly tugging on him when she reached his head before turning and leaving.
Moaning, he resisted throwing his head back to peer down at Phila once more, her talented tongue slipping his foreskin over the head of his cock, already purple and swollen from a week of no release as well at their attention, and slowly slipped her lips over just the head. Kyros felt his hips roll in response, a small giggle coming from Aris above him. The press of his balls against cock was his only warning before he felt Hebe's warm flat tongue against his perineum, stroking the skin smooth as Aris leaned over and gentle teased his nipples with the tip of her tongue, ghosting over the erect flesh. Squeezing his eyes shut, he mouthed at the underside of Aris' breast, seeking her teat, the silky smooth weight against his mouth heavenly.
Phlia's mouth enveloped him, his cock sliding down her throat as her lips came into contact with the skin of his abdomen. He grunted loudly and his cock snapped back with a wet smack against his stomach; he'd very nearly released just then. Hebe lightly lapped at his perineum, feather light touches of her tongue.
He moaned in frustration, knowing it would be quite some time before the other sacrifice was to be ready.
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Palegia was in utter bliss. In the Pansélinos room, she lay in an intricate harness that hung from the temple ceiling, meant to derive the most pleasure for the Selene sacrifices. The harness was made of the softest pure white silk that warmed under her as she reclined. A piece of silk held her back, slipping under her arms as another strip of silk cradled her hips. Two separate silk pieces held her knees and wrists captive, spreading her legs wide, opening her up to the world...
...which consisted of three of the most talented priestesses, readying her for sexual conquest.
Currently a sweet young girl named Calixte was coaxing a series of gasps and moans from Palegia's lips, her tongue lapping gently at her exposed clitoris, red and wet. Galena and Zelia, her other priestesses, were suckling from her breasts like new born babes, desperate to get a drop of milk, teeth lightly pulling on her overly sensitive buds.
Calixte began redoubling her efforts, her tongue bathing her whole womanhood in warmth, her tentative fingers prodding at her entrance. Palegia felt a smooth cool finger slide into her causing her to squeak in pleasure, her hips bucking upwards to meet Calixte's small thrusts. Soon she was moaning, the coil within her about to spring...
Calixte cruelly pulled her finger from her depths causing Palegia to cry out in frustration, her head falling back. Galena had stepped away, leaving Zelia to rub her erect nubs with the pads of her fingers. Palegia didn't know how much more she could stand; the three women had been arousing her, bring her so very close to the edge and stopping for what seemed like hours. She was beginning to feel like a caged animal, ready to pounce on the first person willing to grant her an orgasm.
