You need a break

"That was fucking amazing!" You gaze down at black beauty spread out before you, admiring the sight of her long, toned legs and round ass. The hard fucking has taken most of the fight out of her, but you still sense the anger and defiance just below the surface. As expected, it will take more than one quick fuck to break the will of this proud acolyte. Of course, there are two other naked acolytes waiting for their turn too, but why rush things. You've been up all day and night since waking in Lady Sophia's mansion yesterday morning. First fucking your way through your private little harem in Sophia's chambers and then the whole thing about dealing with the Lord High Rider and that pissant War Captain who tried to take your prizes. And that was before taking the temple and fighting back the demons from the catacombs. You needed that fuck badly, but now you want food and rest.

"Am I next then?" The raven-haired acolyte from the Eastern deserts stepped forward offering herself with a seductive worldliness that is surprising from a sheltered acolyte of Athena. You look between her and Erina, licking your lips in anticipation when you realize that even more than another fuck, what you really want is a chance to rest.

"You certainly can be, my beauty," you smile as you take in her full breasts and flaring hips, "but I think I could use something hot to eat and a chance to get some rest." You don't miss Adriana and Nicia's disappointment, but they'll get a good view when the time comes to ravish the others. Sariani looks surprised too, she blinks once or twice in confusion, before smiling and gesturing to the door.

"Our kitchens are through here." Behind you, you see Nicia and Sophia helping the well-fucked Nubian to her feet. The tall dark acolyte looks a little unsteady on her feet and she winces a little when she takes her first steps, but her face tightens in determination, and she shakes off the grip from your too slaves. She seems to have come through the ordeal pretty well and once again you admire the strength and resolve of this statuesque beauty.

"We may have to do the cooking ourselves, Captain." Sariani explains as she takes your hand in hers and leads you from the arched storage room, "We have a rotation system, but I suspect that the acolytes whose turn it is to prepare breakfast are engaged in other duties." In almost perfect timing to accentuate her little joke you hear a scream coming down the hallway. Unlike the shrieks you heard earlier from the sanctuary as your men violated their prizes, these cries sounded like cries of passion as some lucky acolyte was being taught the joys of womanhood.

You see the women exchange knowing smiles, and even hear a nervous giggle from Erina in response to something Cassiopea whispers. Even the tall Nubian acolyte is no longer fighting Adriana as she is being led with the others. The is a slight hitch in her gait from her rough deflowering, but other than that it is hard to see any effect of her first use. You're not sure if this new more passive attitude is because she has become resigned to her fate or if she is thankful for this reprieved from your cock.

It is still early in the morning, sometime in the predawn hours, and the kitchen is as empty as Sariani predicted. You watch contentedly as the three acolytes prepare a large pot of crushed grain flavored with dried fruit and date sugar. It was almost domestic scene from your childhood, except instead of your grey-haired mother whose baggy dress barely covered her sagging tits and fat ass, the women preparing the morning meal were all naked young and beautiful.

The rest of the temple inhabitants appeared as the smell of the porridge begins to spread from the kitchens. Each of your men accompanied by one of the captured acolytes; the young women are, for the most part, surprisingly docile as they are escorted into the dining hall by the hoplites in your command. Unlike your ebony prize, most of the innocent young acolytes seem to be adjusting quickly to their new roles. Of your men, only Antonios and Marcus are still off somewhere, perhaps watching over the eight other captives that by your count must be somewhere in this great temple.

"Allright then, lads." You break the silence of the room, "this looks like as good a place as any to hole up for the next few days." Nods of agreement and even a few broad smiles confirm that your men have had enough of fighting and are ready to enjoy the spoils of war. "Other than the Citadel, this is probably the safest place in the whole city. We got food, a secure place to rest, more treasure than we ever dreamed of and," you pause long enough to pull Sariani a little closer, "better pussy than the finest whore house on silk street." This assessment of your success results in slamming of tables and roars from your men and some blushing and hanging of heads from most of the newly initiated women.

You spend the next few minutes setting up guard details, arranging for one of the smaller lower-level rooms to be converted into a latrine and reestablishing a rotation of acolytes responsible for cooking and cleaning. With that you retire to the room set up by the former high priestess and lay out on the great bed allowing Sophia, Adriana and Nicia to figure out what to do with your growing collection of prizes.