Arsenios had honored the Goddess since his earliest days,
enjoying his frequent visits to Her Temple as the years of his youth rolled by.
Being male though, he was never allowed further into the Hallowed Halls than
the Outer Court, where he had to reverently stay while his sisters and mother went
into the Inner Chambers to further experience the Mysteries of Woman. But at last
the day had come for a decision. He wanted to know if he could be one of the
Chosen Males who could enter further into the Cult’s Sacred Rites. Though he
was terrified, his love of All Things Woman helped him steel his resolve.
The day was warm, and his simple tunic and sandals were not even necessary in the balmy Mediterranean climate. His heart was pounding in his chest as walked through the press of the public, anxious about what could possibly occur in the heart of his home city. His tall, tanned form was lean, yet still muscular, and his short-cropped raven mane almost glowed beneath the temperate sky, wild with the sunshine of summer.
The day was warm, and his simple tunic and sandals were not even necessary in the balmy Mediterranean climate. His heart was pounding in his chest as walked through the press of the public, anxious about what could possibly occur in the heart of his home city. His tall, tanned form was lean, yet still muscular, and his short-cropped raven mane almost glowed beneath the temperate sky, wild with the sunshine of summer.
The eyes of a pair of priestesses lit up with a hidden smile
as he approached the temple doors, and despite his familiarity with them he
always felt a rush of blood in his loins at their mere presence. Their airy
light linens covered most of their flesh, but their raiment couldn’t completely
cloak their womanly curves or screen the sweet aromas that ever seemed to caress
their flowing locks. A diaphanous veil hid the lower part of their faces, as was
custom, but they still ever allured his worshiping heart as he walked past
them into the wondrous greenish marble of the sacred tiles that decked the
Outer Court.
Feeling grateful that there were few devotees this
noontide, he approached a more mature priestess that stood watch before
the gold embroidered
aquamarine curtain that shielded the Inner Court from prying eyes.
Suppressing a shudder, and mustering his courage, he was finally
able to utter the words. He prayed he didn’t sound as nervous as he
felt.
“I wish to be given a chance to be witnessed by the Goddess if it please Her. I would like an opportunity to be blessed and be counted among the Chosen.”
The eyes of the priestess grew slightly wider, as she, a bit hungrily,
examined
his strapping form. She couldn’t help but smile behind her veil at his
obvious worry, and quickly assessed him from head to toe. He’d never
notice she did
it, but that appraisal included the witnessing of the rising bulge of his manhood that his
tunic didn’t hide as well as he thought. This young man may please the Goddess indeed
she reflected.
“You are aware of what is involved?”
“Yes, Representative of All That Is Woman.”
“Then come forth, and show your adoration for Woman.”
She parted the barrier of green and allowed him entry within
the Inner Court. After signaling to a younger priestess that she should stand
before the curtain in her place, the senior priestess followed Arsenios into the warm shadowy chamber, almost
womb-like in its quiet aspect. Motioning him to stand upon the lower step of a broad,
pristine, circular dais, she asked him to wait as she prepared the sacred fires
of the golden censor on a pedestal at the top of the sanctified platform. Somewhat
ashamed of his tense looks about the shadowy chamber, he was again glad that
this particular expanse of the Temple had no other worshipers about that he could
perceive. But the radiance from the fire made it even harder to tell as the
shadows strengthened beyond its limited glow.
“You may ascend and disrobe before the fire of the Goddess.”
The thunder in his chest that had receded earlier came
rushing back as he hesitated before removing his tunic and sandals. The senior
priestess was delighted at his innocent awkwardness – it meant he may indeed be a
good candidate as a male initiate, and was amused by his already stiffening member,
even though nothing overtly sexual was occurring. Her hidden smile broadened further as his
naked form climbed the steps and his cock began to lengthen more and ascend as well.
Now completely naked and well illuminated before the steady
flames, he tried to calm himself as the priestess frankly assessed him, walking
around in a circle. Being scrutinized so thoroughly by a representative of the
Goddess was too much for this Worshipper of Woman. He was fully erect by the time
she finished the circumference of her survey. After a minute of standing before
him she merely nodded her head, and the grateful Arsenios fell to his knees
before the Goddess’ Sacred Agent, and began to slowly caress his turgid member,
as the Rite required.
Fully exposed and totally vulnerable, not even knowing who the Priestess was behind the veil, he unhurriedly began masturbating before her. His climb to release began as he gazed upon her clothed form with reverence and love for all things Woman. Though her lightweight attire concealed her hips and bosom, his cock still shuddered in delight at his eyes' devouring of her voluptuous form, wondrous hair, and mesmeric eyes. Her very embodiment of Woman within the priestess further awoke the carnality within him, and it could no longer be held back.
A clink upon the stone momentary broke his revelry and growing bliss, as he realized with surprise that a younger priestess had placed a bowl of sacred oil next to him. Stunned he realized that the Inner Court was actually full of priestesses and female worshippers of the Goddess, who were now observing his every move, completely circling the dais.
Fully exposed and totally vulnerable, not even knowing who the Priestess was behind the veil, he unhurriedly began masturbating before her. His climb to release began as he gazed upon her clothed form with reverence and love for all things Woman. Though her lightweight attire concealed her hips and bosom, his cock still shuddered in delight at his eyes' devouring of her voluptuous form, wondrous hair, and mesmeric eyes. Her very embodiment of Woman within the priestess further awoke the carnality within him, and it could no longer be held back.
A clink upon the stone momentary broke his revelry and growing bliss, as he realized with surprise that a younger priestess had placed a bowl of sacred oil next to him. Stunned he realized that the Inner Court was actually full of priestesses and female worshippers of the Goddess, who were now observing his every move, completely circling the dais.
“Take the oil, apply it upon your manhood, and complete your
Act of Devotion for Woman. Nothing should be hidden from Her. Not even your
most private acts. Show Her your enthusiasm, affection, and your allegiance.”
Timidly at first, he started applying the warmed oil, and soon his flexing cock was slick with the
sacred balm. He started his worship again, in love with all that is Woman and
the Power of Her Eternal Allure.
The Priestesses then knew he would do well in service to the Temple as his frame shuddered exquisitely with the sudden spurts of the ecstatic release his act of worship had brought forth.
