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"Tonight, you will see the most tempting aspects of the Path of the Body. Don't forget it's not always like this. Don't let Eladehl be swept away by the excitement of it all. Remind him about Amerlee. About the day you had to wipe blood from her body or how that fat, rich prick asks for her once a month to slap her around. Make it clear that one day, that will be him - or you, if you take this Path. But most of all, tell Wraythe that it's ok to enjoy the show. That is a part of his job too."
I reached up to place my lace-covered hand over the swirls on his. "In case I forget to say it again, thank you, Jamik. For being the best big brother I could ever ask for, and for making sure I'm truly ready to be a priestess of whatever Path I find myself on."
He leaned in and kissed the top of my head the same way he always did with Amerlee. "I will always be your big brother, Nari. Even after your Choosing. And if you end up with a guardian of your own, I will bully him until he's perfect. It's what family does. Now, go be a young woman for one night. Just make sure that you end up alone in your own bed before you lose your clothes?"
"Promise," I said, pressing the side of my head into his shoulder before I pulled away.
He headed toward Amerlee like our talk had been about nothing important, but her smile said that she knew better. Catching my eye, she nodded, and then steered her guardian deeper into the crowd, disappearing within seconds.
"I'm so jealous of the mentor you got," Eladehl said when I took my spot beside him on the rail again. "Not only is she stunning, but she doesn't forget that you exist outside of office hours."
"And you got Jamik as a part of the package," Wraythe added. "You know he's expected to follow her into the Path of the Word and teach the weapons classes? Some of the guys said he's the best indoor fighter the temple has seen in a generation."
"I actually didn't know that," I admitted.
He reached over to rub my shoulder just as the wall sconces around us began to dim. From above, others flared to life, giant mirrors focusing their light downward, onto that massive black circle below. On the lower level, the temple's guests hurried to find their seats. On our level, the students pushed in to claim a spot by the rail. Wraythe grunted when someone bumped him, but a chuckle proved he wasn't offended. Looking over to see what was going on, I found Anver, of all people, smiling back. Tishlie was on his other side, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"Hey, Nari," he said.
I jerked my chin at him and smiled. "Thought you'd disappeared."
"Just a busy year," he promised. "Tish asked me to help with a few of her classes, and it feels like either we're always studying, or you are."
I nodded at him, but I didn't believe it. A busy year meant less time to see friends, notnone.Thankfully, the lights all went out at that moment, except for the bright ones from the dome, and a small orchestra began to play. In the reflection of that glow, I could see outlines of all eighty-three students from my class staring down in fascination. There, with her hair grown down to her chin was Ciella. Ryshie and Kald had been replaced with new boys around her, but these were less impressive. A quarter of the way around the railing was the girl who'd had the room beside me in our first year. So many of the faces I knew, but others were still only vaguely familiar, and yet here we all were, together, for one last time.
And then a woman walked out onto the black circle, stopping in the middle to slowly turn, giving all sides a chance to get a good view - because she was naked. Dressed in nothing but the marks our god had put on her skin, bathed in the spotlight, she offered herself up for all of our temptation.
Chapter 25
Nariana
There was no crass catcalling from the viewers. The priestess's only applause was silence. The woman was stunningly beautiful and allowing everyone to enjoy it. While she continued to turn, a man made his way toward her. Just as she faced him, his hand caught the side of her neck and jaw, pinning her there while his mouth claimed hers.
The kiss started with only their lips, but like it had been scripted, their bodies followed. Leaning into each other, their chests touched first, then hips, all the way down until her legs tangled around his. Using an arm behind her back, the man lifted, guiding her toward a flat bench where they both tumbled down together.
While her legs wrapped around his hips, another man stepped into the light. From the far side came one more. Like the previous couple, they met in the center and kissed, growing their passion as they moved to lean against one side of the woman's bench. One of the men kissed his way down the other's body, slipping lower until he was on his knees.
Then a pair of women emerged. Like the men, they kissed. Like all the others, they shifted to that bench, matching the positions of the two men, but on the opposite side. All three of the main pairings were now represented. Men with women, men with men, and women with women. Under the stark lighting, their movements became beautiful. The desire on their faces was magnified. Mouths began to worship bodies, teasing skin with kisses, bites, and taunting from tongues - and then the man lying over his woman reached out for the face of the girl beside him, all but forcing her to ignore her female lover.
The lines began to blur. What had started as three separate couples became more. The receiver from one group reached for the initiator in another, and they all began to writhe. The men's excitement was growing, their cocks now standing up to be admired, and they didn't ignore it. One man stroked himself while his lover kissed his chest, grinding his hips against his partner's thigh.
Then the man on the bench thrust his erection into the woman below him. From where we were standing, the angle was perfect to see her stretched around him as the man withdrew. There was no denying the penetration, and I felt my core throb in approval. With dozens of people watching, acting as if they were all completely unaware of their audience, the pair fucked, and it was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen.
Beside them, the man on his knees took his lover's dick into his mouth. On the other side, one woman was sucking at the breast of the other, but the parts of her body I could see made it clear that her hand had reached lower, right between her partner's thighs. Wraythe groaned, reaching down to adjust himself. Eladehl was simply staring, breathing a little too hard, but unwilling to look away.
I wanted to squirm. Clenching my thighs didn't relieve the pressure. I didn't have a dick to squeeze or realign to make this easier. All I could do was shift my legs, yet that made my breasts ache more. When I leaned harder into the rail, hoping for some position that would distract my body, Wraythe's hand closed on mine.
"Come here," he breathed, pulling me before him.
His strong arms were long enough to cage me before him, and he was tall enough to look over my head. While him standing over me gave us both a little more room, it also put my ass right against the hard ridge in his pants. Eladehl glanced over and smiled, but he couldn't keep his eyes off the performance for very long.
Because more priests had moved onto the stage. The initial six had become twelve. Three more were headed toward them, yet something caught my eye. One of the women wore something on her hips. Thick leather straps fastened around her ass and thighs, and she seemed to be adjusting something before her. When she reached the growing pile of lovers, she knelt behind a man, finally revealing a glistening false penis, and her hand was spreading lubricant across it.
As she angled the end toward the man's ass, Eladehl groaned, "Zeal, you torture me," under his breath.
Slowly, she pushed the phallus into his ass, not caring that her lover had his lips wrapped around another man. When she began to rock, the man's cock swung before him, completely ignored, and yet it was amazingly erotic. Wraythe caught my hip, pulling me back to ease his own ache, and it somehow soothed mine as well.
That was what I wanted. Not any one thing, but all of it. Every person was being satisfied in some way. All of them were working together. What had started out as a single couple grew into an orgy. Women sucked at whatever they could reach. Men thrust into any available opening. Hands roamed, and not always on the same person. It was wild, carnal, and the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
