To Worship

Making your way through the night air, the moon crescent moon beginning to hang in the sky, you make your way through the town. Soft light shines onto the dusty roads from various windows as people go about their evenings, most too superstitious to be out after dark, fearing things that hide in the dark. You have no fear, knowing you are perfectly safe as you make your way to your destination. A ruined chapel from an era where the Gods still lived.

The area around the crumbling stone structure was greener, lusher than the surrounding fields, many believing it a last lingering affect of the dead Gods powers. You know better, you know it's because of your worship of the living Mistress of Pleasure. Your worshipful acts of lust and pleasure, allowing her to grow the land.

You slide under a fallen crossbeam, and make your way behind a unrecognizable altar. Hidden carefully are stairs leading to an old basement. You pad down the stairs where others are already waiting, some already in various states of undress. The walls have all been carved with images of couples engaged in acts of carnal pleasure. The floor and ceiling marked in twisting runes and sigils, that hurt the mind if stared at too long and crouched, watching over the room is a statue of their Mistress, carved in her voluptuous glory, baring the blessings of both sets of genitals, a tail that twists and curls. Crowned atop of her head is a seat of curling horns. Sometimes you swear the statue moves and it's stone eyes feels as if they watch you.

Becka, your Brother's not so secret crush, gives you a nod as you arrive. She is already bare skinned, her heavy pendulous breasts sway free. You wonder if you should tell your Brother that you have already tasted of the one he desire's sex and you have experienced her lust.

The room reeks of sex and people begin to pair off, sounds of lust and desire fill the hidden chamber.