Author's Note: Dear readers, this is a short fantasy-themed erotica story (around 1.7 k words). Please read the tags before you continue.
The story contains girl-on-girl action. If you're not a fan of very short stories, looking for an intricate plot, or are bothered by modern terms in a fantasy story, look elsewhere.
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I stride purposefully toward the inner sanctums of the Great Temple, my bare feet echoing on the cold, hard floor. A year ago, I was taken from my home and brought to this temple to begin my training as a novice. They say I was selected to train to be a high priestess to serve our God-king. It's all so confusing for me still, but they tell me all will become clear soon enough.
The priests are waiting in the main chamber where they conduct their rites. They're always here with us novices-- there aren't many priestesses. We don't have much power compared to them. My training has just begun, and already I can feel myself changing. It's not an unpleasant sensation; rather, it feels like something inside me is awakening. Something that wants to be free.
The temple is filled with rooms off the main hall. Some hold statues of gods or goddesses, others contain altars to various deities and more complex rituals than we've been taught yet. There are also chambers for meditation, prayer, and contemplation. But this chamber is for a wholly different training: the chamber where I learn the arts of lovemaking so that I can serve the God-king in the future.
There are seven of us novices who were chosen for our beauty and youth. Each one is dressed in white robes similar to mine, though mine is made of silk while theirs are cotton. Our hair is bound up tight, showing off our smooth faces and shapely bodies. All of us wear matching headbands around our foreheads.
"Kneel," the head priest says, and so we do. He stands before us, his hands folded behind him, looking down at us. His face is stern, his eyes piercing. He is older than any of us, probably close to forty. He looks strong and capable, every bit the leader he should be.
"You are all going to learn how to please your God-king." When he speaks, his voice echoes through the room. "And you will do whatever your God-king asks of you. You must obey him unquestioningly, even if it means giving up your lives. Do you understand?"
We nod solemnly. This is what we've been told since the moment we arrived at this temple.
"Today, you will learn how to please your God-king with your mouths," the old man goes on. "You may begin."
He lets out a long breath and gestures to two of the other men in the room. One is tall and broad-shouldered, the other short and slender. Both of them stare at us with hungry expressions. As they approach us, I notice the way their pants pull tight against their cocks. Their erections press outward against their uniforms.
"Each of you will kneel between these two men," the priest tells us. "You will give each of them your mouth and tongue. Understood?"
Again, we nod.
"Good," the priest continues. "You and you, come forward."