Midamarya

Tumei approached Midamarya and her eyes focused on him as he drew near.

"May I serve the temple?" It was the normal greeting from temple servant to clergy member.

Temple servants served the temple, and the clergy were considered to be literally part of the temple building, so temple servants served the clergy however they might need. Up to a point. If a clergy member wished to leave the temple, or do anything else that might damage the building or institution, the temple servants were responsible for making the correction. In this way, temple servants both had control over and were subordinate to the clergy.

The young woman smiled and the expression went to her warm brown eyes. "I think so," she said, looking around.

Disika reclined in a clatter of bowls and trays, her skirt pushed up to her hips as Amekai buried his face in the mound of musky hair between her legs. Uqueti received similar treatment from two of the new initiate priests.

"I've never played priestesses with a man," Midamarya said. "I'd like to try. Can you show me how?"

"I serve the temple." Tumei put one hand to the back of the initiate's neck and took her mouth in his. She tasted of wine and honey dates. He felt the movement in his kilt as his cock awoke and sat up. He pulled away from her and she gasped a little. Her mouth hung slightly open and her lips were wet.

Tumei took her hand and led her a few steps away to a stone bench carved from the wall itself.

"Sit here," he said.

She sat and turned her face to look up at him with a hungry expression. He took her hand and guided it under his kilt. Her touch was cool and it made his penis throb and stiffen with pulsing hot blood. She made a curious sound and pushed the front of his kilt out of the way. Tumei tucked it in his belt.

His cock stood tall and glorious. It was brownish pink with a dark head and Midamarya couldn't quite wrap her hand all the way around it. A bead of precum formed on the head and balanced there, reflecting the warm light of the laenai. Midamarya reached to the nearby table and dipped her hand in a shallow bowl of olive oil. She brought it back to his member and rubbed the oil up and down the shaft. Waves of pleasure rolled down his cock and over his balls with each firm stroke of Midamarya's hand. The bead of precum grew larger until it dripped to the initiate's skirt, leaving a dark spot. Tumei's testicles trembled.

She brought in the second hand.

His shaft well oiled, she gripped hard and ran her hands over, over, over the head and down, down, down the shaft of his penis. The pressure and motion felt good and he could feel the warmth slowly building in his testicles. His breathing turned hard, irregular.

Midamarya began working faster. One hand moved to the head of his cock while the other reverted to an up-and-down motion on the shaft. Her breasts -- small with hard pink nipples -- bounced slightly with the effort. Tumei's balls tightened and he let out a small whimper.

"Oh, you like that?" The hand on the head of his penis moved down to his balls and gave them a little squeeze.

With a moan, he released. The first pump of his seed landed on her bare chest and took her by surprise. As she looked down, the second pump caught her in the face. She laughed and worked him until his legs buckled and he was too tender for touch.

Tumei sat heavily on the bench beside Midamarya and covered himself with his kilt.

She dabbed at the warm seed on her face and examined it on her finger. "You've blessed me," she said with a laugh.

"Only the clergy give blessings," he replied. "You've blessed me."

"I'm afraid all the excitement of the day has made me tired." She absently wiped a hand on a nearby bench cushion. "Can you show me to my quarters? Or am I required to stay here for some reason?" She paused, thinking. "I do have quarters, right?"

Tumei stood and extended a hand to her. "Of course. I serve the temple," he said. "Right this way, Midamarya."

Her hand felt sticky in his with the residue of oil and pleasure, and when she stood he noticed that her skirt and the cushion she sat on were both damp from her own excitement. "Oh, just Mida, please."

He smiled as he led her out of the reception hall. "Mida."