Tumei, a temple servant

Tumei had only ever participated in the new year orgy once, the year before he joined the temple servants, half a decade earlier. Every year since something had conspired to stop him from enjoying the festivities with his non-temple friends. The first year, first years weren't allowed. The second year, he'd been ill. The third year, he'd been tasked with delivering a message to a priest at a field-side temple and couldn't make it back in time. Last year he'd met a girl from the southern continent who had insisted they do this thing called "monogamy", so she hadn't let him have sex with anyone else at all, even if it wasn't an orgy. That relationship hadn't lasted and Tumei had been looking forward to finally enjoying the orgy again this year.

Then the body dropped.

It wasn't unusual for clergy members to run away. They didn't have bad lives, as Tumei saw it, but they weren't volunteers and they weren't allowed to leave. What was unusual was one of them coming back dead.

The temple servants had convened a council upon the discovery of the dead priestess, Akoane. Clergy were considered to be literally part of the temple building. As the care and maintenance of the building was the responsibility of the temple servants, they all felt this **** for what it was: an attack on the temple, Rokasya, and the goddess herself. It was suggested at the council that Tumei, in his position as Clerical Keeper, had the responsibility of determining the cause of the matter.

And so it was that Tumei missed the new year orgy for the fifth year in a row. Because he had to watch the new initiates and make sure nobody killed them if they ran away.

There were nine of them, three for the male side of the temple and six for the female side. The young men were in their finest kilts while the young women wore a variety of fashions reflective of their family histories. The native Rokasy wore flounced skirts and fitted short sleeved jackets which framed their exposed, perky breasts. The woman from the southern continent wore white linen in two pieces which left her midriff exposed while the new Khalari priestess wore the layered silks common on the steppes of her ancestors. There was a goddess-chosen woman in the mix as well, and Tumei found the fitted jacket she wore to be especially flattering on her broad shoulders. The initiates had all been present on the dais for the announcement of their assumption and then quietly herded inside for a private feast of their own.

If Rokasyan furniture were made of wood, the tables surely would have collapsed under the weight of the food. In stacks of bowls and platters were figs, pistachios, rabbit, hummus, flatbread, oil, honey, olives, duck... It was a wonder there was any food for the crowd outside.

The initiates stood by the tables and chattered amongst themselves. None of them looked ready to bolt, but Tumei had his eye on the Khalari woman who jumped a little too often at the normal sounds of servants in the hallway. Her name was Saraya and she jumped again at the muted cheer from outside; the orgy had begun and the anointed clergy would retire. The clergy never participated.

The door to the reception hall opened and admitted the priestesses. All in their finest outfits, Tumei could see the weariness on their faces. The scent of the hoards they'd pleased that day billowed from them in an invisible cloud. The Laerchon, the highest-ranking priestess and de facto ruler of Rokasya, stepped forward. Her exposed nipples were red and swollen, freshly pierced and weeping.

"Initiates," she said, "welcome. We are whole again. Enjoy your first night. The priestesses will retire." She clapped and there was a short burst of applause before she turned and led the priestesses out the door on the opposite side of the reception hall.

As the priestesses left, the priests entered. Their kilts were pushed aside and each man worked at his member with his right hand. They surrounded the initiates on three sides. The Erchon, the high priest, stood in the center of their U.

"Welcome and blessings," he said.

When he spoke, the priests ejaculated in unison. Most of their blessing fell on the floor. One of the initiates, called Disika, caught a priest's seed on flatbread, topped it with a piece of fruit, and ate it. Saraya looked disgusted.

Blessing given, the priests covered themselves again with their kilts.

"I fear my presence makes this party too formal," the Erchon said, "so I shall retire. Enjoy the new year festivities!" He crossed the room and left by the same door as the priestesses, trailed by another temple servant.

He was right. The mood became lighter without the weight of high titles. Some of the priests retired, but others stayed to see what the evening would bring. Saraya and Merit, the woman from the southern continent, huddled in close conversation while Disika pulled a nearby priest closer with a hand on his ass. Uqueti approached two of the priest initiates, Yadik and Repi, whose firm cocks pointed at her through the fabric of their fine kilts. Mida and Piteri stood next to each other, eating food and watching the room.

Around the room

Merit & Saraya	Disiki & Amekai (priest)	Yadik, Uqueti, & Repi
Midamarya	Piteri	Nerath (priest initiate)