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Chocolate-Dipped Strawberry 8, Psychedelic Purple 15, Side B: Blackstar 6
Author: Wallwalker
Story: Devotion
Colors: Psychedelic Purple 15. I know I'll never be the same, Side B: Blackstar 6. God's a young man too → Width of a Circle (The Man Who Sold the World), Chocolate-Dipped Strawberry 8. Caress
Supply: Brush (Illustrious)
Styles: Graffiti (11 Years of Rainbowfic pt 7)
Word Count: 1288
Rating: Explicit
Content notes: Explicit sex, god/priestess ritual sex.
Summary: An acolyte goes for her first communion with the sun god.
Current claim list, in progress.
---
The stone floor was cool against Franchesca's feet as she walked into the devotional chamber.
She had been an acolyte to the Solar for half of her life, offering up prayers to the illustrious sun god and praying that his light would bring nourishment and warmth to their world rather than destruction and fire. The elder priestesses said that they were the only thing standing between their world and a great, fiery doom, that their world needed them to ensure that they would survive.
She had come to the temple because she'd had nowhere else to go; there were few decent orphanages in their country, and she hadn't wanted to be left alone or left at the mercy of cruel keepers. The priestesses were good people, and their golden eyes were very bright and kind. They must be kind, Franchesca thought, if they were enough to hold back a god's wrath.
THe devotional chamber had been off limits to her for most of her service thus far. Only those who had purified themselves and had been declared worthy by the eldest of the temple were permitted to enter. This was the first time she'd been declared worthy.
Much of the temple was decorated in full color, with brightly-lit stained glass and vibrantly painted walls - a celebration of the sun's light and all it could illuminate. But the devotional chamber was empty compared to this, stark white stone, with a skylight that let in the sun's rays. She stood nervously for a moment, wrapping her arms around herself, the saffron-colored silk falling around her curves; food was one thing they never wanted for at the temple, not with the farmers' tithes, and she had always had an appetite.
Part of her had wondered if she would ever be worthy of going to the devotional chamber. But the golden-eyed elder had only smiled and said she was ready, that she had proven her devotion and earned the god's mark. What it meant, she didn't know, but she couldn't deny that she was afraid, that she wondered how she could ever calm a god's anger -
The sun seemed to brighten above her and she gasped, hid her eyes behind her arm. The fear grew as the heat increased, and if the door behind her had not shut - who had shut the door? - she would have run away -
"It's all right, my servant," a voice said, warm and full of humor. "You have nothing to fear from me."
She opened her brown eyes, found herself staring at a being of golden light. It seemed to draw in upon itself into a handsome young man, no older than she, stood unclothed upon the marble floor. He smiled broadly as he looked at her, his gaze warm and yet still full of need. "You're... the god," she said, her voice cracking.
"And you are my newest devotee," he said. His hand reached up to caress her face, warm and soft. "You are very lovely, and you have been most devoted. Perhaps you came here out of necessity, my dear, but you have become a true acolyte."
"Thank you," she found herself saying, realizing how ridiculous it was to say such a thing to a god, but unable to stop herself. But he seemed charmed by it, lips curling into a smile. "I mean... I just wanted to..."
"Shh. I know." He leaned in to kiss her, his lips hot and perfect, and she found herself kissing back. She'd only kissed a few people in her life, and never with such hunger, such need... she nearly couldn't bear to let him pull away. "I am glad you are here to learn the truth, dear Acolyte, for it pained me so to see your fear. You should never have to be afraid."
"The truth?" she asked as his fingers moved down to her dress, pulling the silk straps aside to let them fall.
"You are misinformed, my dear. I am not wrathful." The silk fell around her feet, forgotten. "I love this world, and all that lives upon it."
"I..." She paused as he ran his fingers over the swell of her breasts. His fingers pinched her nipples and she gasped, the warmth between her legs growing. "Oh, please...."
"You want more? I can give you as much as you want," he said as his fingers dipped lower. "I have so much love for this world that sometimes I cannot contain it, my dear. So much that if I cannot find a release for it, it grows too strong."
"Oh," she said as his fingers brushed against her labia, seeking out the place that always made her shiver - there was little privacy in the temple and so she rarely had the opportunity to relieve her own tensions. She hadn't realized until now how much she needed this -
"Yes," he said, golden eyes glittering as he leaned in close. "Oh, yes, you feel so warm, so ready... please, let me show you how I love all of you..."
"Please, yes," she gasped, then moaned as his fingers pressed harder over her clitoris, moving in easy circles. She moaned in earnest then, her body shaking. His erection pressed against her leg, hot and needy, and she couldn't help but think about it slowly slowly sliding inside of her. She'd never felt such a thing before, had always wondered how it would feel - and then his fingers twitched one final time as she shook, pleasure pulsing through her as she came, small sounds escaping from her throat.
"Yes," he said, his fingers sliding further down, one of them slipping inside of her, bending in just the right place, making her shudder again. It was different, this pleasure, something she'd never been able to give herself, her fingers just weren't long enough - and then something seemed to hum inside of her, and she found herself nearly singing as she came again. She could hear his voice as she shook again, praising her as he worked her open. "Let me give you my favor. Let me make you one of my priestesses."
"Please!" she said again, rolling her hips against his hand.
"As you wish," he said, then leaned in to kiss her, pressing her down to the floor - somehow the cold of it didn't bother, not when she was surrounded by so much warmth. His long hair fell around them both as he slid into her, filling her with his fire, making her burn like the sun.
She moaned as he started to move, felt his finger move down to pleasure her as he took his own pleasure, and felt her mind start to drift from her body as he thrust into her. She felt her mind drift away as if she was rising, drifting over golden clouds.
---
Franchesca opened her eyes slowly, her back against the white marble. She was alone, and the skylight was dark now; the sun must have sent long ago. The room was cool now, but somehow she felt very warm indeed.
She stood up slowly and gathered up her silk gown, pulling it back over her broad shoulders. Her body shivered with memory, every brush of the silk making her skin heat again. Everything seemed so much brighter now; even the white marble seemed alive with color. She had no mirror there, but she knew without looking that her eyes would be golden when she next looked, and shining with light.
She smiled as she walked back to her chambers, knowing the other acolytes would know her for a true priestess now, and finding herself hoping that she might be chosen for devotion again.
Story: Devotion
Colors: Psychedelic Purple 15. I know I'll never be the same, Side B: Blackstar 6. God's a young man too → Width of a Circle (The Man Who Sold the World), Chocolate-Dipped Strawberry 8. Caress
Supply: Brush (Illustrious)
Styles: Graffiti (11 Years of Rainbowfic pt 7)
Word Count: 1288
Rating: Explicit
Content notes: Explicit sex, god/priestess ritual sex.
Summary: An acolyte goes for her first communion with the sun god.
Current claim list, in progress.
---
The stone floor was cool against Franchesca's feet as she walked into the devotional chamber.
She had been an acolyte to the Solar for half of her life, offering up prayers to the illustrious sun god and praying that his light would bring nourishment and warmth to their world rather than destruction and fire. The elder priestesses said that they were the only thing standing between their world and a great, fiery doom, that their world needed them to ensure that they would survive.
She had come to the temple because she'd had nowhere else to go; there were few decent orphanages in their country, and she hadn't wanted to be left alone or left at the mercy of cruel keepers. The priestesses were good people, and their golden eyes were very bright and kind. They must be kind, Franchesca thought, if they were enough to hold back a god's wrath.
THe devotional chamber had been off limits to her for most of her service thus far. Only those who had purified themselves and had been declared worthy by the eldest of the temple were permitted to enter. This was the first time she'd been declared worthy.
Much of the temple was decorated in full color, with brightly-lit stained glass and vibrantly painted walls - a celebration of the sun's light and all it could illuminate. But the devotional chamber was empty compared to this, stark white stone, with a skylight that let in the sun's rays. She stood nervously for a moment, wrapping her arms around herself, the saffron-colored silk falling around her curves; food was one thing they never wanted for at the temple, not with the farmers' tithes, and she had always had an appetite.
Part of her had wondered if she would ever be worthy of going to the devotional chamber. But the golden-eyed elder had only smiled and said she was ready, that she had proven her devotion and earned the god's mark. What it meant, she didn't know, but she couldn't deny that she was afraid, that she wondered how she could ever calm a god's anger -
The sun seemed to brighten above her and she gasped, hid her eyes behind her arm. The fear grew as the heat increased, and if the door behind her had not shut - who had shut the door? - she would have run away -
"It's all right, my servant," a voice said, warm and full of humor. "You have nothing to fear from me."
She opened her brown eyes, found herself staring at a being of golden light. It seemed to draw in upon itself into a handsome young man, no older than she, stood unclothed upon the marble floor. He smiled broadly as he looked at her, his gaze warm and yet still full of need. "You're... the god," she said, her voice cracking.
"And you are my newest devotee," he said. His hand reached up to caress her face, warm and soft. "You are very lovely, and you have been most devoted. Perhaps you came here out of necessity, my dear, but you have become a true acolyte."
"Thank you," she found herself saying, realizing how ridiculous it was to say such a thing to a god, but unable to stop herself. But he seemed charmed by it, lips curling into a smile. "I mean... I just wanted to..."
"Shh. I know." He leaned in to kiss her, his lips hot and perfect, and she found herself kissing back. She'd only kissed a few people in her life, and never with such hunger, such need... she nearly couldn't bear to let him pull away. "I am glad you are here to learn the truth, dear Acolyte, for it pained me so to see your fear. You should never have to be afraid."
"The truth?" she asked as his fingers moved down to her dress, pulling the silk straps aside to let them fall.
"You are misinformed, my dear. I am not wrathful." The silk fell around her feet, forgotten. "I love this world, and all that lives upon it."
"I..." She paused as he ran his fingers over the swell of her breasts. His fingers pinched her nipples and she gasped, the warmth between her legs growing. "Oh, please...."
"You want more? I can give you as much as you want," he said as his fingers dipped lower. "I have so much love for this world that sometimes I cannot contain it, my dear. So much that if I cannot find a release for it, it grows too strong."
"Oh," she said as his fingers brushed against her labia, seeking out the place that always made her shiver - there was little privacy in the temple and so she rarely had the opportunity to relieve her own tensions. She hadn't realized until now how much she needed this -
"Yes," he said, golden eyes glittering as he leaned in close. "Oh, yes, you feel so warm, so ready... please, let me show you how I love all of you..."
"Please, yes," she gasped, then moaned as his fingers pressed harder over her clitoris, moving in easy circles. She moaned in earnest then, her body shaking. His erection pressed against her leg, hot and needy, and she couldn't help but think about it slowly slowly sliding inside of her. She'd never felt such a thing before, had always wondered how it would feel - and then his fingers twitched one final time as she shook, pleasure pulsing through her as she came, small sounds escaping from her throat.
"Yes," he said, his fingers sliding further down, one of them slipping inside of her, bending in just the right place, making her shudder again. It was different, this pleasure, something she'd never been able to give herself, her fingers just weren't long enough - and then something seemed to hum inside of her, and she found herself nearly singing as she came again. She could hear his voice as she shook again, praising her as he worked her open. "Let me give you my favor. Let me make you one of my priestesses."
"Please!" she said again, rolling her hips against his hand.
"As you wish," he said, then leaned in to kiss her, pressing her down to the floor - somehow the cold of it didn't bother, not when she was surrounded by so much warmth. His long hair fell around them both as he slid into her, filling her with his fire, making her burn like the sun.
She moaned as he started to move, felt his finger move down to pleasure her as he took his own pleasure, and felt her mind start to drift from her body as he thrust into her. She felt her mind drift away as if she was rising, drifting over golden clouds.
---
Franchesca opened her eyes slowly, her back against the white marble. She was alone, and the skylight was dark now; the sun must have sent long ago. The room was cool now, but somehow she felt very warm indeed.
She stood up slowly and gathered up her silk gown, pulling it back over her broad shoulders. Her body shivered with memory, every brush of the silk making her skin heat again. Everything seemed so much brighter now; even the white marble seemed alive with color. She had no mirror there, but she knew without looking that her eyes would be golden when she next looked, and shining with light.
She smiled as she walked back to her chambers, knowing the other acolytes would know her for a true priestess now, and finding herself hoping that she might be chosen for devotion again.
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It's more like, the priestesses don't really talk about what they do, so people let their imaginations run wild. And since their rituals apparently ease droughts and extremely hot days, they just make their own assumptions. A few people probably do come up with theories like this, but even more so, and people think they're just fantasizing for the sake of it...