To Become High Priestess
Okay. My friend talked me into posting a story on here... so here you are. I hope you enjoy reading it.
The silence of the marbled hallway was nearly complete. The only sound but for the whispery snores coming from the high priestess' that sleep at this level. Low light from brass lanterns fall upon doors made of imported woods with decorated scenes animals within the woods. A silent figure clad in robes carefully came into view, making sure no one was about with furtive glances.
Shasha knew she shouldn't be doing this but the others have left her little choice. A part of being in the order of Pythanius was the free sensual interaction with others. Her furtive steps across the cold stone floor were slow while her mind wandered over the circumstances that drove her to do this so soon.
Just that morning High Priestess Selene had come to her room before the morning meal. The door opening with a single knock upon it as warning before letting in the formidable and forbidding presence of High Priestess Selene. Her dappled patterning of tawny brown upon golden fur clearly seen in the reveling clothing those of her station wore. Merely a loincloth bound about her waist to drape between muscular legs.
"So I hear our hopeful High Priestess has yet to share herself with a single person."
Without preamble High Priestess Selene came directly to the point. Shasha knew without a doubt that, that busybody of a Priestess had gone telling tales. Now here was one of the most dominating of Priestess in her room with a no-nonsense and disgruntled expression stamped on her muzzle.
Shasha took a few moments in finishing tying the front of her robe closed before replying while making sure to keep her paws steady in their motions. Finally she turned to face the High Priestess to reply in a carefully neutral voice, "I have yet to find someone I would enjoy sharing myself with."
Selene's expression darkened while she looked as if she had taken a bite out of something unexpectedly sour, "You know that one of the precepts of our order is to share ourselves freely with one another. Yet you repeatedly turn down offers and invitations from others."
Shasha masked the tremor of fear in her voice as she replied, "We are also allowed to choose freely who we want to share ourselves with." Her reply may not have been phrased as humbly as it should have, she admitted that now as she remembers the flash of anger that came and went in the High Priestess' golden eyes, "If I haven't heard that you have shared yourself with anyone in the next 2 days I will be forced to remove you from your current position as Priestess."
Shasha's introspective mood was abruptly broken as her goal suddenly came into view. Before her stood a rather simple oak door, no markings at all upon it's solid surface. Her heart hammered within her chest as she muttered quietly to herself, "She did say anyone..." For behind the door was the only physical image of the god that their order followed. Only those who were to become High Priestess were supposed to enter.
Her paw trembled as she lifted it to the latch and carefully opened the door. Luckily for her the hinges made no noise as it opened before her. Within was a small chamber with a single object. A rather simple stone chair held a stone figure seated upon it. Her breathing picked up speed as she took one of the lanterns from the wall and moved into the room, closing the door behind her as her eyes looked upon him for the first time.
Made in the image of her god it resembled no other intelligent creature. Where their muzzles were blunt, his was narrow and delicate. Their features were like the wild felines while his was more like the little canine like creatures of the forest. His form was slender like a dancer while the males of her kind were bulky and muscular. Then her eyes caught sight of his maleness, fully erect it was like the rest of him. Slender and tall, with a pointed tip and the base holding a bulb that was supposed to be brought within those who wish to become a High Priestess.
According to tradition she should not be here until she was pure in mind and body. A day of fasting and meditation then to come into the sanctum where the Priestess would bring him into her and leave the room with his symbolic seed since it was only a statue.
But Shasha had heard the story before coming to join the order and had thought being pure in mind and body had meant to have a good heart and untouched by male or female. Even through all the teachings she had kept this one desire buried deep in her heart from others. To give herself for the first time to her god.
With a sigh of nerves her paws dropped to the front of her robes, sliding them off of her shoulders to pool in a puddle of fabric upon the floor. Her fur was unique among her people, not a single hair upon her body wasn't black. As dark as night it shown with heath and care as she moved towards the stone figure in the center of the room. Her figure was lithesome with full breasts rising proudly upon her chest and long graceful legs leading up to the gleaming lips of her maiden sex.
Her eyes never left the sight of her god until she stood before him with a a part of training of litany upon her lips, "When you come to him will you face him or turn your back upon him?" Was it choice to stay or leave him or did it mean something other than what everyone else thought.
Her mind made up she carefully turned around, the muscles in her flank shifting as she backed up to stand over his lap. Unseen to her the stone eyes of the god opened for the first time in 500 years. Her nervous breathing increased as with a soft gulp her body began to lower down until the unexpectedly warm tip of His member. Thinking perhaps it was supposed to be this was she didn't notice how the shadows of stone moved with the motion of real fur along his thighs.
His smile of approval came to his muzzle as he watched her gather her courage and in a single motion pushed herself fully down upon Him. His hot flesh spread her untouched folds and pierced through her maidenhood until she came to rest against the flesh of His knot. For a moment all she felt was that bite of pain then it came to her that she could feel Him pulsing within her. As His paws moved to cover the fullness of her breasts, His arms pulling her against Him.
Her eyes closed in unexpected pleasure as she felt herself held by Him, his body radiating strength like nothing she had ever felt before. Her instincts were true, to come purely to him was to be untouched but that was far from her mind right now as he began to move. His paws dropped to her waist, holding her in place as he got up and lowered her belly down onto the floor. She held herself on all fours as he began to move, his flesh sinking over and over into the yielding folds of her sex.
His motions were strong, driving the hot slender flesh of his cock smoothly into her moist folds. Her breaths gasped from her muzzle as pleasure arced through her belly and loins like lightning, her cries of pleasure unhindered as they filled the room. The soft fur of his hips met the curves of her rump solidly, the thick knot at the base of his member threatening to enter her without actually doing so.
His paws once more come to rest upon her breasts, closing over them so that his fur moves against the taunt flesh of her nipples. His motions suddenly grow more forcefully, the sensations driving Shasha into her first orgasm and sending the walls of her depths rippling over His member, trying to draw Him deeper into her. As her feral cries of pleasure increase at the sensations of Him driving his hard flesh into her quivering body as she shakes with pleasure.
His paws suddenly tighten upon her globes, His digits sinking almost out of sight within the yielding softness of her breasts. A sudden hard thrust of his hips spreads her over His knot, locking Him deep within her and sending her once more over the brink of pleasure. A sudden touch of his teeth close over her scruff, her body stiffening in response while the sudden throbbing of his flesh within her is followed by the heat of His seed. He held her possessively as His juices poured upwards into her, none of it escaping, spraying across her cervix as it opened up before his essence. His seed flooded her womb, filling her with heat even as his paws felt hot against her breasts. For a moment that felt like an eternity of pleasure she found herself held against Him as He took her as His.
Then the moment ended. His teeth released the fur of her throat while his paws slipped from the tingling flesh of her breasts. For a moment he held himself locked within her while she kneel upon the floor gasping in pleasure and exertion before a moist pop and feeling of emptiness heralded him slipping from within her. For the first time she heard His voice, "You were indeed right. True High Priestess Shasha. You will forever bear my mark upon you"
Her sharp glance back only found what she first saw. The stone image of him sitting upon the chair of stone,.except now his member no longer was erect.
Only now did she hear the muffled pounding on the door, which was strange since there was no lock on it. She scrambled to get her robes only to find the loincloth that denotes High Priestess rank. Her amazement only increased as she reached out to pick it up for it was like no cloth she had ever seen. Light seemed to shimmer across it and it felt like spider web upon her paws. The continued pounding and raised voices at the door had her rushing to put on her new garment. As she looked down she paused in shock. The fur on the area on each of her breasts was now snow white, the exact shape and place where His paws had held her. Leaning down to look further she found that the fur surrounding the lips of her gleaming sex was the same, further search also found the cheeks of her rump and she could only assume her throat.
With a deep breath to bolster her courage she went to the door. Under her paws it easily opened and she came face to face with the other High priestess'.. but that is another story