Sacred Young Virgin

They would be arriving to pick her up any minute now. Today she turned 18. 18 and a virgin. But to be more specific, 18 and the village’s sacred virgin.

Every 10 years, the village would choose one from the town’s purest young women and place this woman in a temple of God on her 18th birthday, supposedly for God to have their way with. Religious texts said that at some time, a pure woman of youth would be impregnated with the seeds of God and would give birth to a demigod that who would be the savior of the human race. This decade, it was her turn.

As she waited, there was a knock at the door. The women had arrived to prepare and beautify her. They first bathed her in warm water with scents of eucalyptus, orange, and lemon. She was rubbed with oil until her body glowed. Her hair was combed until not a knot could be found. Her body was adorned with silk cloth of only the colors white and red, to symbolize her purity and sexuality, but she was given no underwear so as to entice, her nipples showing through as the silk tickled her skin. The cloth fell to show her every feature, the curvature from her waist to her hips, the pertness of her breasts, the roundness of her bottom, her naked body visible but barely due to the slight translucence of the cloth. She was then decorated with jewelry of gold and silver from her head to her toes so that her body jingled and shimmered with each step she took. Her eyes were outlined with black, making their light brown color unusually striking, and her lips were adorned with the crimson red. She was ready.

As she stepped outside, she could hear the music approaching. The parade came down the street towards her. Bright colors and people screaming, chanting, for this auspicious day. As the parade got closer, she began to notice the stares of men, how their eyes flooded with desire, with longing, how they wanted to make her their own. They inspected every portion of her with, taking in her beautiful, young, untouched body. Finally, they had approached, and as they picked her up and put her on the throne where she would be carried to the temple, she felt fingers graze her ankles, her thighs, her breasts, her sides, her bottom, her neck, her back, her stomach, each touch heightened by the silk cloth.

She sat on the throne and as they carried her, her silk robes began to sway more on her body, catching the attention of adoring men hoping to see a glimpse of uncovered skin. As her robes continued to sway, she became more aware of her body, of the sensuality of the fabric. Her nipples became hard and poked out through the silk, her stomach and hips, being caressed by the fabric were now incredibly sensitive. Enjoying these sensations, she closed her eyes, aware of the pleasure that began to flow through her body as she became wet.

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Opening her eyes a few minutes later to the sudden stop in motion of the fabric, she realized they had arrived. As she stood, she noticed the back of her skirt had become wet from her lust and that she had left a damp patch on the throne where her sex had once been. Stepping down, she became quite nervous as she walked towards the entrance of the temple. Excited but scared, her body unknowing of the sensations that carnal acts entailed but desiring so much for satisfaction, she turned to take one last look at the world she knew as an untouched and pure woman, and then walked in, prepared for everything to change.

As she entered the temple, she noticed everything was much darker, lit only by candles and she heard the drowned out sounds of the pleasured moans of women off in the distance. Finally, several priests greeted her and escorted her to a main area, where about twelve of them sat in a circle. She entered the circle and sat in the center and the three that had escorted her completed the circle. She was directed to lie down and did so. The priests began to chant and sing in an old tongue whose words she did not understand, then silence. The circle rose around her and all the priests left except for one, adorned in red, rather than white like the others. He told her to stand and close her eyes and as she did so, he began to chant once again, this time slightly more ominously. As the ritual continued, he first surrounded them in a circle of fire. Then he began to slowly remove her jewelry and throw it into a fire whose smoke rose through a small open hole to the sky in the ceiling. Finally, she had no more jewelry left on. With this, the priest began to throw small amounts of water at her, slowly making the fabric of her dress damp and causing it to stick to her body, showing the outline of her naked figure clearly, her breasts, the shape of her butt, and her sex all visible. She is stripped of her clothing, the light breeze from the hole in the ceiling tickling her nipples and sex. He then asks her to open her eyes, lie down, and close them again. As she does so, she notices an animalistic gaze in his eyes as he takes in her naked voluptuous physique. He then begins to massage her naked body. Firstly lightly, fingers trailing through her hair, down her sides and legs, up her ankles and arms, down her collarbone to her stomach, circling her nipples and lightly tickling her lips. Then more forcefully, hands groping at her breasts, her bottom, holding her hips, massaging her stomach, pinching her nipples, rubbing her lips, venturing inside her sex. A moan escapes her as her sex begins to drip, trailing down her thigh to her bottom before landing on the floor. Then suddenly silence, an absence of touch. She opens her eyes. The priest has taken some of her wetness on his fingers and now holds it over the smoke from the fire. The smoke begins to turn green, a loud boom resounds, and the sky through the hole becomes grey.

He turns to her, his eyes full of wanting, showing the sexual greed of having fulfilled no carnal desires through his lifetime. Then realization hits her. There will be no impregnation by God today. She is this priest’s. A different priest, it would appear, gets one experience with a woman in his entire lifetime, or perhaps one woman for the rest of his life. The villagers have been fooled for centuries.

Fear strikes her. But now her body desires otherwise, desires to be pleasured and satisfied. The priest asks her to close her eyes, and she, while conflicted,obeys. Within seconds, he straddles her hips, pinning back her hands over her head with one of his. Opening her eyes, she sees him above her. Gazing down at her body, appreciating all it has to offer, now leaning forward to kiss her. Her body  begins to act of its own accord and she returns the kiss as her back begins to slowly arch, moving her sex towards him. He opens her legs now, letting himself between them and begins to kiss his way down her body, licking her nipples, under her breasts, stroking down her sides and hips, kissing her stomach, massaging her ass, pushing his mouth to her sex as she continues to moan louder and louder. Her sex is now throbbing, desiring for him to enter her. The sensations are too much and as he strips himself in one pull of fabric and begins to push into her, his member throbbing and pulsating, she’s pushed over the brink at being expanded in such a way, shaking and grinding harder against him as pleasurable vibrations flood through her body to him bringing him increased satisfaction due to her now unbelievably tight sex.

Now she longs to bring the same satisfaction to him, and he, seeing this in her eyes, unpins her hands, allowing her to run them up and down his back, gripping his bottom, pulling him deeper into her as his tip begins to pulse. As he continues to thrust and she bucks on his member, him grunting as she moans, he explodes deep inside her, the sensation causing her to orgasm yet again, eyes rolling, her sex clenching, squeezing every last drop out of him. And with their completion, the fiery circle and smoke go out.

Both spent, he pulls out as his milky seed flows out of her from in between her legs. Standing, they both step into a circular clear pool and clean themselves. Her body dripping as she steps out, he takes a cloth and dries her, making sure to spend more time on her erogenous zones, then finally, pulls her into him, his crotch against her bottom. Excited yet again and content in a way she has never been before, she wonders if she ever has to leave or whether she can spend her life in this haven of euphoria, working to please him as he does to please her.

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