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.
