I peered curiously through the fence posts at the enemy soldiers who had been languishing in captivity for the past week. Well, I wasn’t watching all of them… just one, really. The one whose grey eyes made my heart stand still.
And he was staring back at me.
He and his brethren had been captured in a battle at the borderlines, and their presence was a thrilling taste of war for me. I was a priestess, and women such as myself weren’t permitted to wear armour and fight; a blow to the face might break my button nose or leave a scar on my freckled skin. I’d never see warfare myself.
But priestesses were expected to deal with the impressive captives that our soldiers brought home, which meant bringing meals and finding excuses to spend time with our attractive prisoners. They didn’t speak our language, but that didn’t make my short-lived interactions with the strangers any less exciting.
“Curious, are we?” My mentor stepped up behind me and laid a hand on my shoulder.
Clara was ten years my senior and had just celebrated her 30th birthday, and she seemed as wise as an elder despite her appearance. Her olive skin still glowed with youth, and her long hair reflected the summer sun like light on rippling lake water. People said that working for the gods kept her young.
If I prayed hard enough and found a loving partner for my temple work, perhaps they would protect my beauty too.
“Very. I’ve never seen men like them,” I replied, turning my attention back to our prisoners. “They’re so….”
“Big?”
“Yes.” It was the only word to describe them. All five were as muscular as warhorses, and although they had their differences, they all shared the same impressive physique. “Is that why they were chosen?”
She laughed. “Of course! We need to bear strong children, and what better way than to breed with strong men? Nothing impresses the gods more. And who knows? Maybe one will be your true match.”
Her sultry voice had a wicked edge to it. I knew that of all the temple work we did together, she loved this ritual best. It was simple: we had public sex in the hopes of finding a good partner, someone who could perform well and father powerful children. Both the townspeople and gods judged us while we fucked, and the very best couples were allowed to remain together.
Clara had laid with countless men on the altar without finding her true match, but part of me suspected that she enjoyed having sex with a new man every month and wasn’t eager to settle with a single lover. She gave me a nudge. “Do you have a favourite?”
“I like that one,” I said and pointed towards the oldest captive, the one I’d been admiring for days. The short hair on his head was peppered with grey and white, but the curls on his burly chest were still black. Although he’d been cold and standoffish since arriving in town, there were laugh lines carved into his face that suggested he was a normally happy person, and his bronzed skin spoke of a life spent outdoors.
His cool demeanour didn’t extend to me, though. I’d caught his gaze trailing after me when I delivered lunch upon their arrival, and he kept trying to talk to me… always the same string of words, over and over. But he didn’t speak my native tongue, so for all I knew, he was politely telling me to piss off.
He wanted to communicate something, and I was dying to know what it was.
Clara squinted at him and nodded approvingly. “He looks like a fine male. Massive, but I’m sure you can handle him.” She drew my attention to a soldier sitting forlornly in the corner of the pen. “I’m most interested in that one. Something tells me he’s a virgin.”
Her warrior of choice was the tallest and the youngest, and judging by his baby face, it was probably his first time off the family farm. He shared Clara’s lovely shade of russet hair, and when he caught us staring, he blushed. I giggled at his bashful streak. “I think you’re right.”
“So, are you ready? Everyone’s waiting,” Clara said. I looked past her at the gathering crowd. The men of the town always came out to watch a public ceremony, abandoning their regular work in order to attend. Clara said that they respected the ritual and that their judgement was important, but I had a sneaking suspicion that their attendance wasn’t spurred by reverence for the gods. They just wanted to watch hot priestesses get laid. “Don’t be nervous, Eva. I’ll go first and show you how it’s done.”
She reached out a hand to caress my cheek and tuck a lock of blonde hair behind one ear. I wasn’t innocent, but it would be my first time performing in the town square and I already felt shy. “Alright.” I did my best to disguise it with a smile, lest she think I was losing my nerve.
Clara sent two guards to seize her favoured brunet, and the four of them marched out to the town square.
The young soldier walked behind Clara with his back straight and his head high, ready to meet his fate bravely. I could see why Clara liked him so much: he was inexperienced, but a man that proud was bound to put on a good show.
Would she really take him as a true partner after they’d coupled, or was he just another plaything?
They came to a halt in front of the altar near the temple. It was a slab of carved granite that had seen a thousand couplings between priestesses and breeding men, and like Clara, it had been blessed by the gods. No one knew what the runes carved into the altar meant, but the priestesses joked that they read: CUM ON ME.
Clara undid the silver pins at her shoulders, and the auburn dress she’d been wearing fell away and crumpled in a pile at her feet. The soldier’s jaw dropped at the sight of her.
She was as tall and curvy as our fertility goddess, blessed with the kind of large breasts men dreamt of. Her virgin partner was silent as the grave, and when the guards pushed him to lay down on the stone, he cooperated like a docile lamb on the chopping block.
“Are you going to be a good boy?” Clara purred at him and approached, trailing her fingertips up the young man’s leg. He didn’t understand a word out of her lips, but he was fluent in body language and nodded along subserviently as she hiked up the bottom of his dirty uniform. She didn’t stop until she’d exposed his member.
Moving like a cat, she crawled over him and straddled his hips, seating herself victoriously on his soft cock. He gasped as she began to rock against him. “You’re mine now. And this?” She reached behind her ass and fondled the soldier’s ballsack, making him blanch. A few men in the crowd chuckled. “This belongs to me.”
I felt a prickle of excitement as I watched her. Every gesture dripped with lust and power, and it was enough to turn on everyone in the crowd – male and female alike.
Clara continued to rock back and forth, stimulating and teasing and delighting in the young man’s reaction. He was blushing so hard that the tips of his ears were red, and although he was struggling to keep a stoic expression, his cock had already betrayed him; it was stiff and was rubbing along her ass crack.
I was only a priestess in training, but the title still gave me the freedom to approach. I wanted to be close enough to smell the sweat and sex and perfume, close enough to hear their breath hitching as they fucked. Townspeople weren’t the only ones who got aroused by the show…
Shuffling forwards, I could see the soldier’s dilated pupils and the nervous flush of his kissable lips. He had his eyes locked on Clara’s, and she was being her usual merciless self, delighting in his compliance.
She pinched one of his nipples and gave it a twist, making him squirm. I slipped a hand under my dress and began to rub myself, imagining how it felt to be that helpless virgin with no choice but to cooperate. The thought of being pinned down and teased while twenty people watched, tantalizingly close to Clara’s hot thighs and pussy, was enough to make me wet.
Clara propped herself up enough to let his now-hard dick spring up between them, stiff as an iron rod. I held my breath as she sank down again, sliding onto his cock easily. The soldier looked like a starving man being offered a feast; he was suspended in disbelief and awe, and as Clara began to grind her hips again, he made a guttural noise and stared up at her in reverence.
“Do you like this?” Clara smiled down at him and clenched her strong muscles around the base of his dick. The gods must’ve translated for him, because he nodded fervently in response. He was still beet red and half-conscious of the spectators gathered around the altar, but he couldn’t look away from her, not even to glare at the man who was masturbating nearby.
She bounced on him so hard that her ass clapped on his thighs. Practically holding my breath, I began timing every stroke of my trembling finger with the roll of her hips.
The young man groaned between breaths, trying to keep up as she gained speed and began to moan like an animal. “Fuck me! Come on, show me what your big cock can do!“
Clara’s face was screwed up with pleasure. She always did that when she was close to an orgasm; her nose would crinkle and she’d bite her lip until it was pale, as though the heady rush was too much to handle. My fingers rubbed harder into my slit, jostling my swollen clit in a phantom effort to ride the same wave of ecstasy that she was trapped in.
The not-so-virgin soldier was the first to come. He lost his grip on all that self-control and finally challenged Clara’s authority, frantically bucking his hips as he pumped her full of cum. She followed moments later with a loud cry, and when she crawled off of him, there was an impressive pool of cream and semen trickling onto the altar stone.
Her performance was followed by a round of cheering and congratulations. A few of the bolder spectators called out, “He looks like the right one for you!” but I knew better than to join in. I could tell by the look on Clara’s face that she wasn’t ready to settle down yet.
Then I realized that it was my turn, and the lust buzzing under my skin lost some of its spark. Was I truly ready to perform? I watched my soldier march towards the altar on his own and shrug off the guard who dared lay a hand on his shoulder. His unshakeable confidence made me squirm.
Clara, still naked and slicked with sweat, came up behind me and helped undo the pins holding up my dress. It fell off of me with a wispy sweep of cloth. “It’s time!”
I tried not to feel self-conscious as everyone’s eyes drifted away from Clara and over to my exposed body instead. My curves weren’t as defined as hers, but I was young and well-proportioned, and my heart-shaped ass was nothing to scoff at.
It wasn’t the opinions of my fellow townspeople I cared about, though. They knew that it was my duty to strip and breed like a bitch in heat.
No, I was only concerned about a single person’s judgement.
The middle-aged warrior was watching me intently. He could see everything: the wet smear on my inner-thighs from masturbating, the stiff peaks of my nipples, even the freckles that dotted the slopes of my breasts. But his expression was impossible to read, and I couldn’t tell whether he was impressed or merely resigned to his duty.
“Are you ready?” Clara said. Then, seeing past my unsteady facade, she smirked and added, “You’ll be fine, Eva.”
I nodded and strode to the altar, where my partner was sitting in wait. He was even bigger up close. His body was sculpted like a god’s, full of hard lines and muscle. I must’ve looked like a waif next to him. When I swung a leg over him to straddle him, it felt like mounting a hot-blooded horse, not a man.
The soldier uttered a few foreign words and immediately reached out to grab me. He cupped a hand behind my head and pulled me in for a kiss, parting his lips invitingly. When I tried to explore him with my tongue, though, he fought back, slipping his tongue into my mouth and robbing me of all control. I couldn’t force him to obey any more than I could move a mountain.
He tasted like cheap alcohol and smelled like wet earth, and I wanted to slow down and appreciate every moment of the kiss. But I didn’t have long to reflect on it; my partner drew back and laid down on the cool granite, waiting expectantly for me to take the next step.
I could feel his long prick sliding against the folds of my cunt, unnervingly close to penetrating me, and it made my heart flutter. I wanted him so much I could taste it. But when I studied his stoic face, my niggling inner voice piped up and said, “You’re not strong enough for him.”
One of the men in the crowd laughed at my weakness. The embarrassment must’ve showed on my face because, with the strength of a bull, my soldier took advantage of the opportunity to seize my hips. He lifted me up a few inches and tried to bring me down on his cock, which I narrowly avoided by writhing in his grasp.
“Show him who’s powerful. Are you the one in control, or is he?” Clara called out behind me. The stern question wasn’t a question at all. It was a warning. Priestesses didn’t bow to men – even imposing ones. “You are. So prove it!”
I drew a steadying breath and took a good look at my nameless partner. He was nearly twice my age and littered with scars, and although he’d clearly fought in his fair share of battles, his face was still stunning. He had a square jaw underneath a week’s worth of overgrown stubble, and lips that seemed permanently set in a thoughtful straight line. There were a hundred simple traits to him that, when pieced together like a puzzle, made him stunning.
He said those mysterious words again. The ones he’d been repeating since we met, the string of nonsensical sounds that made me shiver.
I wanted him – not only as a fuck on the altar, but as a match, someone to wear a collar with my name on it and bed me every night. Someone powerful to father my children and tend to my every need. And that wouldn’t happen if I simply let him do as he liked and embarrass me in front of the whole town…
“Get what you want. Take it from him,” Clara ordered.
I shoved his hands off of my hips and tried to harness my inner goddess. I was going to be powerful – not because it came naturally, but because it was the only way I could have him. I wanted to own him and ride him, and if it meant being brave, then that’s exactly what I’d be.
His cock twitched needily against the ruffles of my pussy, and the excitement inside of me flared back to life and began to spread, making everything from my nipples to my knees tingle with electricity.
I grit my teeth and clawed my fingernails into his pecs, harnessing Clara’s feral spirit. If he wanted to be the one in control, I wouldn’t make it easy for him. With newfound determination and energy, I began to grind on his cock, and when he attempted to grab me and force me to move, I gave a ruthless tug on his chest hair and made him hiss through his teeth.
“You’re mine,” I growled.
His blue eyes widened as though he couldn’t believe that I had challenged him, and for a fleeting moment I worried that he was going to wrestle me down and fuck me however he desired. But he surrendered without a fight, and my heart swelled with pride as he loosened his grip and released me. I’d never been in control of a beastly warrior, but the rush of adrenaline was dazzling.
Without pausing for breath, I reached down to guide his thick cock into my pussy, bumping the swollen head against my slick entrance until it slid in smoothly. He stuffed me full to bursting, rubbing tantalizingly against every sensitive spot within me, and when I rocked my hips, the friction sent a surge of lust through every nerve in my body.
I was so engrossed in the feel of his dick that I scarcely noticed the noise of the crowd around us. I didn’t care that men were cheering for my success. The only thing I could focus on was the pleasure shooting up my spine and the gleam in my soldier’s captivating grey eyes.
He sat up to hold me on his lap, grinding hungrily against me as I bobbed up and down on his cock. His calloused hands explored everything they could reach; he drew them from the slender nape of my neck down my back, then over the gentle curve of my thighs. I shivered as one rose up to caress my cheek. But all the control belonged to me, and when I pushed his hand off my waist, he obeyed.
His cock put my fingers to shame. Nothing I’d ever done to myself felt as perfect as I felt at that moment, pounding into him with a ferocity that left my clit aching for more. Fast, then slow, then back and forth until I was whimpering and dizzy with arousal.
The soldier leaned in to kiss at my collarbone. I loved the scratch of his prickly stubble grazing over my delicate skin and the hot mist of his breath. He skimmed his lips down to the hollow beneath my throat, licking and moaning as he went, and I rewarded him with a bounce on his thick shaft.
Every new collision of our bodies drove home a single thought: he was the one. Clara had coupled with countless partners on the altar, but this man was my first and would be my last. I could feel him deep within me, rubbing and rolling against the sensitive walls of my cunt. Each new crest of pleasure made me see stars.
I raked my nails over his shoulder blades as carnal sensations rippled through me. He knew exactly how to angle his hips and hit me in the right spot; every downward thrust of my body speared the head of his cock against my g-spot and made me gasp.
He had me too hot to notice the cool breeze blowing over us, too distracted to notice that Clara was clapping for me. I didn’t care about anything except his hot touch and the orgasm creeping up on me.
Hard. He pulled me down onto the length of his cock, and I hissed and dug my nails harder into his back.
Harder! I gyrated against him desperately, nearly at my peak.
Right there! God, don’t stop!
A climax exploded through me, and I gave a breathless cry as all the pleasure spilled over. My slender body spasmed with the sheer force of it, and my tight cunt squirted, spilling nectar down his thighs.
I think I would’ve fallen backwards if he hadn’t locked his arms around me, clutching me possessively as my pulsing entrance drove him to finish. He growled and moaned, grinding against my hips until the fiery orgasm died down to glowing embers. I swear our hearts were beating in tandem.
He cradled me on his lap as I shivered, panting and bursting with affection. The feel of his warm skin against mine had me hungry to try again… we could be the first couple in the temple’s history to fuck twice at one ritual. With a charmingly submissive bow of his head, he kissed my neck.
I didn’t glance back to address my fellow priestesses. I merely held out my hand and waited for one of them to place a buckled strap of leather on my palm. It was my collar, the only one with my name stamped on it, and it was blessed by the gods. I fastened it around my partner’s neck.
The townspeople were saying something, but their voices were as meaningless as wind. I didn’t need their congratulations or encouragement to know that I’d found my partner.
My warrior uttered the same string of sharp, harmonic words that he’d been repeating since we met. His language was still foreign to me, but I knew exactly what he was saying because I wanted to communicate the same thing: ‘Take me.’ Someday I’d teach him to say it in my native tongue.
Pulling him close for a kiss, I whispered, “Alright.” He looked at me with a relieved smile as I hooked a finger under his collar. “You’re mine now, and I’m not letting you go.”