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Her song ended, but the music continued. The young men surrounding her platform disappeared into the crowd. Each one returned, accompanied by a woman carrying a golden chalice. Bree watched them approach, one part of her mind still capable of scholarly thought. The chalices, she theorized, signified that these women would participate in fertility rites with the temple’s male prostitutes…perhaps ordered to by an impotent spouse, perhaps by a father worried he would die without a male heir if his less-than-beautiful daughter did not soon find a mate.
Each woman drank deeply from the chalice then offered it to her male companion. He drank as well and took her by the hand, leading her to the dais. The women stepped onto the raised platform facing Bree. As one, they knelt, spreading their knees apart, bending forward with arms outstretched so their heads touched the stone floor. Behind them, the men raised the women’s skirts then pulled off their own garments.
The women were at the perfect height for each man to begin exploring the bounty set before him. They used their fingers, their tongues. A few rubbed their erect penises across their partner’s exposed labia, teasing.
Bree was both shocked and aroused at the live sex show playing out in front of her. One of the young men had positioned himself right in front of her. He rammed his swollen cock into his partner then grabbed her hips and started pumping in and out, all the while staring boldly into Bree’s eyes.
The drumbeats increased in tempo. Two of the priests stepped onto the platform. One held a golden chalice, larger and more ornate than the others. He raised it to her lips.
Bree took a sip. It was filled with a potent liqueur tasting of apricots and honey. She gasped as a bolt of fire ran down her throat. Heat radiated through her veins.
He offered the cup again and she drank deeply. When they moved as one to unclip the hummingbirds from her nipples, Bree cried out at the sudden pain.
Immediately, the two women who had prepared her for the ritual fell to their knees by her side. One gently massaged Bree’s aching nipples while the other slipped a hand between her legs and began stroking her clit. The crowd roared its approval.
In front of her, the young acolyte slammed his cock into the pussy of the woman kneeling submissively before him. She moaned and ground herself against him with each stroke.
Bree closed her eyes, swaying to the drumbeat. Pain morphed into pleasure as the attendants expertly brought her near climax. Though aware of her surroundings, she couldn’t move. All she could do was give herself over to the fever raging through her. The desperate need for release.
The drums built to a crescendo. Bree let out a wild scream, magnified by the body of the massive bull above her, as she was swept, body and soul, over the edge into oblivion.
