An elite orc strike , not that you would know

You hear another sound, this time while you are actually paying attention. It sounds like someone is moving around in one of the storerooms attached to the temple.

Thinking that it might be some sort of rodent, you approach cautiously. You continue to hear intermittent movement as you exit the nave. You move towards the nearest entrance to the storeroom, noticing how dark much of the temple has become this late at night.

You crack open the door a little and peer in, but you can't make anything out in the shadows. You gingerly enter the room, reaching for a torch on the wall. You mutter a brief incantation and produce a small holy flame, which immediately lights the torch.

You gasp in shock.

Inside the store room, moving around supplies, is a massive, burly orc, covered in furs and leather armor, with a huge sword strapped to his back. As you let out a surprised whimper, it turns into a squeal as you feel giant hands grab you from behind.

The creature behind you knocks the torch out of your grasp and pulls your arms behind your back, pinning both your wrists there with one of its massive hands. The other hand comes up to cover your mouth, and you feel a knee move up to around the small of your back. In this position, the creature is easily able to maneuver you wherever they want to take you.

You see the orc in front of you smile briefly as he scoops up the torch before checking the way you came in, then returning to the other entrance.

"Worked like a charm on this little elf," he says, "You can come in now boys."

Within moments a group of twelve orcs files into the room, and then follows as you are pulled back into the nave.

The creature holding you spins you around, and you finally are brought face to face with him. Figuratively. Literally you are brought face to bulging belly with him. You look up at his hulking, brutish form, to see the biggest orc you have ever seen or even heard of. He leans down, his ugly, scarred face looming over you, and removes his hand from your mouth.

"Is there anyone else around this temple little elf?"

Terrified, you shake your head no, and a quiet squeak escapes your lips, "No-o, no-no-one b-but me"

"A priest, hey," he says, seeming to recognize your garb, "We should carefully preserve this one. Reg, do your thing."

He gestures to another orc, who approaches. This orc is dressed more elaborately, wearing a headress and multiple bone necklaces, and carrying some sort of staff. Pouches filled with who know what hang off his body. As he comes up alongside you he squats down, pulling up your gauzy layers.

Suddenly, he pulls aside your undergarment and grasps your little penis and testicles in one hand. He mutters a strange incantation, and you feel magical energy flowing into you.

"Fool," you think, "He's trying to use lewd magics to cause me to spill my seed. It seems like they know something about how our purity is the source of our power."

What the orc didn't understand was that the gods have granted you incredible divine protections and wards against magic. As long as you bear their gifts, any magic that seeks to enhance your sex drive or cause or enhance sexual pleasure is bound to fail.

He draws his hand back.

"It's done, boss."

"Excellent."

You smirk. Your protection has worked, as expected. You feel no pleasure or excitement. If anything, you feel less pleasure, almost as if your genitals are numb.

"Now that that's done," says the lead orc, "Let's have some fun together."