The Temple Priests!
By
raised_cobra


Anatha walked through the desert to the Valley of the Kings. The Temple leader said to come to them on the first of the full moon and after two weeks of anxiously waiting it was time. The full moon illuminated the path leading into the first catacomb. Once through the stone opening the brilliant colors of the hieroglyphics on the walls glowed in the torchlight.

The chanting of the Priests rang through the limestone cavern and pulsated into Anatha's body. Her linen gown left her arms bare, as well as, her legs, her body trembling with excitement and arousal as she walked to the large room off the end of the hall.

A group of twenty gowned figures stood in a circle around the sarcophagus of their now dead leader, Amar. She was called as Amar's mistress to help with his resurrection. Anatha would do anything for her beloved Amar.

One of the men turned towards her as she neared the entrance of the great hall and removed his hood. His bald, shaven head glowed in the torches. He held out the pouch for her purification and as was the custom she ate the three sweetcakes that were infused with an aphrodisiac, then drinking that was offered by the temple priests. She walked deeper into the great limestone cavern coming to the raised flat semi-circle encrypted with the Crescent Moon depicting their sacrificial offerings.

She stood with her back to the men, their rhythmic chanting and the beating of the drum hypnotic around her. The powerful potion was making the chanting of their deep voices pound in her head and course erotically through her blood. She started to sway, as the room grew dimmer. Her eyes heavy lidded. Anatha looked down at her breast raising rapidly under her white gown their nipples hard and erect, tenting the material, as they grew hard. Her stomach rippled with excitement as her thighs squeezed and rubbed against each other, forcing her excited juices to flow down her inner thighs. She was in need like never before. And the deep male voices called to her, arousing the blood in her pussy to throb and thicken her inflamed labia.

She slid one side of her gown from her shoulder and painstakingly removed the other and let the top fall to her waist. The men chanted faster as her oiled golden skin glistened in the torchlight.

Her hips swayed to her want and the dress slipped lower revealing her deep voluptuous hips then slid to the stone floor. Her body was hot now, no longer cold as she watched her hands raise to cup her breast and slide a finger around each of her nipples. At the touch Anatha let her head fall between her shoulder blades and moaned in want. Her hips now swirled and rocked. Their motion a man's fantasy to be under her as she moved thusly.

One of the dwellers of the temple moved behind her his robe brushing against her bare ass. His hand touching her left hip lightly, then his other grasping her right hip. His humming grew louder in her ear, increasing her arousal and wanton desire. When he pulled her back against him Anatha groaned at his hardness pressing into the cleft between her firm and taut ass cheeks, as her hand slipped down to her mons, peeling back the folds and exposing her swollen and throbbing clit to the temple air.

Another robed figured moved in front of her. His robe brushing her feet as his chanting breath brushed against her face, hot and exciting. His hands feathering so very lightly across her lower abdomen.

"Ana miena, Amar." she panted. Her mind filled with her ex-lover, his power his stamina and his cock! She chanted now; her hips and body swaying as a finger joins hers at the opening of her vulva making her groan in unimaginable need and want. She rocks into the finger, her hips undulating begging for more.

The man behind her slides his robe off, his body oiled and glistening in the torchlight, as his huge, hot cock burns against her soft moons. His breath fans her neck, as his hands slid to her breasts and rolled her nipples pulling more cries from her. The fluid of his pre-cum mixing with her juices as his enormous cock slides through the crevice of her ass cheeks and thighs, bumping a rhythm against her dark hole. His fingers tweak her nipples like ripe fruit to be picked carefully. The tingling want in them igniting a flame that spreads deep into her cunt where the other priest works his finger in and out slowly.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Ugggghhhhnnnnnn, More!" she panted. Her legs spreading farther as the man added another finger to his first. Spreading her wide and stretching her wet walls.

"Now, take it! Make me take you both!" she breathed grabbing both sides of the man's robe before her and parting it to expose his naked body beneath. He was incredibly large, his cock head swollen the size of a lemon and wetting his navel. He was thick and inviting and Anatha wanted his cock stuffed deep inside her now. She needed to bring back her only lover Amar.

"Lay down." she orders. And the priest lowers himself onto the marble bench, immediately, his cock shaking in want. She looks over her shoulder at the other priest still working her breasts and humping her ass. "Follow me down and guide him into me." She thrust her breast hard into his hands as the man on the floor watched their round globes stretch invitingly in the other man's hands their long nipples being tugged now in need.

She moved a foot over the man on the bench, standing, straddling his body. The priests view perfect, to gaze into her bare, open cunt, dripping with need. She started to squat and lowers her throbbing, clenching pussy right on top of his cock. The priest behind her knelt and raised the man's horse cock to point at her drooling pussy.

"MMMmmmmmm," she moaned at the view of the man holding the other's cock for her. When he parted her swollen folds and his tip touched her opening she arched her back and rocked him around her slick opening, teasing her pussy, heightening her need and titillation.

A growl echoed from the man beneath her and she opened her eyes to stare at his as she dropped herself full onto his thickness. She screamed at the sudden pressure, as the enormous cock head speared into her, stretching her cunt unbearably. The priest beneath her cries out in pleasure, his body humping up fast, thrusting hard into the ecstasy of her tight pussy gripping his hard cock. Anatha moans and coos, as she adjusts to his size, her cries are heard above that of the chanting men as they watch her and the two priests work at the ritual so effectively. She moans as she tightens around him, pulled back up, beginning a rhythm to their madness, up and down her pussy crushes into his hips sucked him deep into her, her cervix pounded and ground into her abdomen at every descendent.

"Fuck me, Take my ass now! Make it hurt soooooo good!" she moaned to the man working his fingers all around her sensitive asshole. The sensation tantalizing, as her pussy sucks the life from the man she was riding. Her body was close to cumming; all that was needed was for her to be taken from behind.

The priest behind her pushes her body forward slightly, her tits and hard nipples digging into the man chest beneath her. He grasped her ass cheeks and spread them wide open as her drooled his saliva on the tensing anal opening, and then grunted as he tried to push his stiff cock into her tight hole.

She wanted it! She wanted to be filled in both holes until she shook with the incredible filled sensation. Her body was screaming for it! She wanted to be filled and stretched, ripped and abused. She grunted as the cock beneath her rammed inside her canal, stretching and pushing at her walls as it pistoned inside her. She screamed as she felt the pop and burning pain as the huge cock head speared through her burning asshole. She moaned as the two priests began to piston in and out of her tight opening, her body sweating and vibrating in pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhh YES! Fuck it hard, do it, do it do it to me!" she shouted over her shoulder, her pussy rubbing up and down on the cock beneath her. The priest took only a second to respond and slid his cock all the way in, stretching her empty tight hole to the extreme and rubbing heads with the thick cock in her drenched pussy. Her mind reeled as they fucked her, moving in and out at opposite times, plowing her open in both holes. Her pussy lapping at the cock that pleasured her.

"Uggghhhnnnn… yesssss! More!" she called, her grunts and cries being met by another priest who parted the folds of his robe to expose his hard cock to her mouth. She gobbled him up quickly needing to taste it all, her mouth being fucked to her throat, her moans being absorbed by the cock rocking against her tongue as the man beneath her suckled her breast hard.

It was all she needed her body exploded around their thick cocks. Sucking it hard into her cervix and making the man grunt into her breast. The cock in her mouth came quickly hard down her throat as she swallowed him and pistoned onto the cocks in her ass and pussy. One was driving up hard into her pussy and then she felt him tremble and grow his cock pushing against the one in her ass more to signal his release and then she had it. Her pussy thickening with cream as her ass was pumped hard; receiving a load so deep in her she felt it scald the walls of her colon.

Her pussy rubbed still at the cock in her, the one in her mouth slipping free when he was done. The one in her ass pulling out with a soft caress to her soft ass cheeks, as she collapsed in pleasure onto the one beneath her.

She had completed the ritual… sending off her beloved Amar to the afterlife! She was lifted up in the priests arms and taken to her quarters in the temple… she was now one of them… a novice priestess in the Temple of Min, she would be trained in every imaginable sexual act and be used during the many temple rituals and rites. She had seen some of the rites and rituals as the wife of a noble; her exhausted body began to tingle with the images of the female novices and captured female slaves as the priests and the temple gods used them. She had heard about the Ram and baboon gods and the caning and whippings. She fell asleep with a smile on her face as she dreamed about what her next ceremony would be.

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