Have You No Sacrifice? *Open*

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Aditi in human form: http://s3.amazonaws.com/rapgenius/1359242398_ist2_5084721-liquid-gold.jpg

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Aditi rose from her golden throne, crossing the room in a few gentle steps to reach the threshold of her temple. Her auburn eyes narrowed as the sun glistened across the desert, her domain. Aditi's temple was nestled in the heart of the Sahara, a journey only those most dedicated to her would take.

Raising her right hand towards the horizon she curled her index finger in a come-hither motion at the sun, and it complied. Slowly, it began to sink below the dunes until the desert was shrouded in shadows. It was Luna's time now. Aditi drew in a long, careful breath as the warmth of the day's sunlight sucked itself into the Amethyst pendant that hung around her sun-kissed throat. There it would be kept safe until it was time for dawn.

The mahogany beauty turned away from the desert with the intent to retire to her soaking room, and then slide beneath her silky sheets, but one of the servant girls stopped her.

"Your Majesty," she murmured, not daring to turn her gaze directly upon Aditi, "Luna has just sent word, a traveler is approaching your temple. Do you wish for us to open the gates?"

Aditi blinked slowly, her eyes flashing with curiosity. It had been many moons since someone had come to visit her on her throne, especially in the heat of summer when the sand alone could roast a man alive.

"Yes, Dialla," Aditi purred, cupping the young woman's chin in her hand to raise her gaze. "Open the gates."

"As you wish, Your Majesty," she breathed in response, but didn't move. She had yet to be dismissed. Aditi lifted Dialla's chin until she was standing tall, almost eye to eye with the goddess herself. The servant girl's skin was growing brown from her work and her breasts were fuller, probably from the physical labor that was required of her.

Shamelessly, Aditi let her gaze slide over the figure of the woman, her free hand dancing around Dialla's left nipple. Supple and soft, it soon stood at attention for the goddess.

"Draw my bath please, Dialla," she finally said, starting to take the woman's entire breast in her hand, kneading it softly. "And make sure there is enough lavender in it for three, we may have a guest joining us tonight." Dialla nodded, her wide blue eyes never leaving the goddess's face. "Good girl." Aditi planted a gentle kiss on her lips, a farewell pinch across the hardened nipple, and then dismissed her, watching Dialla's hips appreciatively as she hurried off.

She, as well as Rupier, her lone male servant, were Aditi's closest companions, both serving her in any way she felt necessary.

"Rupier!" Aditi called through the temple, her voice echoing off the gold-leaf laden walls. The young man came jogging quickly to her side, his gaze falling to the floor as he bent at the waist.

"Your Majesty, how may I serve?"

Aditi lifted his chin like she had Dialla's, her gaze sliding over his glistening skin before she spoke. "Meet the traveler at the gate. Bring them into the welcoming chamber, give them wine and bread, and then fetch me when they have eaten and drank. Fetch Dialla when she has finished running the bath, I would like both of my most loyal servants to be present when I meet our guest." The hand beneath his chin slid down to graze Rupier's jawline. Another farewell kiss was delivered to his lips and then he too was dismissed.

Finally alone, Aditi settled herself back onto her throne to await news.

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It didn't take long for Rupier to return, and when he did Aditi rose. "If you would be so kind as to grace us with your presence, Your Majesty," he requested, his eyes on the floor once more.

"Of course, my dear, take me to them." Aditi followed behind her servant, through the winding torch-lit halls of the temple to the welcoming chamber, a room laden with silk floor pillows and adorned with tapestries of Aditi's greatest conquests. The door swung open before them, and the goddess laid eyes on the traveller for the first time.


OOC: Open to a male or female traveller, if you'd be able to post the approximate length/detail that I have that would be amazing!

 

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The doors swung open silently, and were it not for the fact that the traveller had been kneeling on the ground in front of them waiting, tensed, caught in the paralysis of anticipation, then the Goddess may have entered without him even noticing. As it was, the smallest breath of air on the back of his neck alerted him that the doors were now parting, pushing aside the warm night air that had been his companion since entering the temple.

The traveller fought the urge to lift his head, to take in the sight of the Goddess he had come so far to see. Come so far and yet with so little to show for his impudence at having disturbed her. Would she be angry, vengeful, dismissive?

The gentle sound of clicking heels heralded the arrival of a party from beyond the door. The Traveller re-doubled his efforts at pressing his face and hands into the floor, waiting to be told when - no, he chided himself - _if_ he may look up into the face of one whose beauty was spoken about in hush tones from one end of the Sahara to the other.

The seconds seemed to stretch into hours. As he waited, images of the scenes on the wall flitted in his mind's eye. When he had been brought into the waiting room, he had been taken aback at the sheer commanding beauty of the figure he had seen in those images. The perfect brown skin, seemingly coloured by the heat of the Saharan sun and yet no doubt the mistress of that very same celestial orb, struck him silent as the servants had asked if he was now adequately fed and watered.

Images of the Goddess on her throne, commanding her subjects and loved for it, had overwhelmed his senses. Now he wondered if - were he to be honoured by the request to look up - whether he would be able to find the strength to talk.

Interrupting his daze, a single word cut through the silence in the room.

"Arise".

The voice that spoke was soft, warm, but with an undeniable air of expectation and authority.

With stiff, jerky motions, the traveller stood to his feet. The dust from his clothes were now a distant memory, removed by the tender treatments of servants who had prepared him for this meeting. His wind-tussled hair was black, but now swept back into something vaguely representing a "style", and his strong well-defined jaw spoke of a man not unused to physical labour. His strong frame nonetheless seemed hesitant and timid as he slowly raised his eyes to take in what was before him.

"My Goddess!" he breathed, in awe, before realising with horror that he hadn't yet been asked to speak.

The stunning, white-clad woman in front of him treated him to a small yet warm smile at that involuntary outburst.

"Speak your name, traveller." Aditi replied, with a tilt of her head to acknowledge his words, an amused glint dancing in her eyes.

"I...." the traveller stuttered, uncharacteristically, "I... I am called Sevak..."

 

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There he knelt, his palms and face flat to the floor. Aditi mentally praised him for his manners, approaching slowly and patiently.

"Arise" she ordered, watching carefully as the traveller stumbled on shaky feet. He was tired, skin cracked from the powerful rays of the sun, but Dialla and Rupier had taken good care of him. Aditi narrowed her eyes as the man lifted his gaze, watching it take her in from toes to head.

"My Goddess!" he exclaimed, then she saw the flash of horror in his eyes. A tiny smirk pulled at Aditi's lips and she let a thin hand rest itself on her bare hip. She dismissed this first outburst as one of shock, but the next would not be allowed to slide.

"Speak your name, Traveller," she demanded, watching him with sharp eyes. Aditi appreciated his awe, it was not often she received guests and the look of admiration filled her with a much missed glee. It was a lonely life in the middle of the desert.

The man stumbled over his words before finally uttering the small phrase, "I... I am called Sevak..."

Aditi nodded, extending a hand to let it graze Sevak's cheek. "I see you are very weary, Sevak." she purred, noticing his intimidation. "When I speak to you, you will look me in the eyes. You are a guest here in my temple, but you are also my disciple. Do not speak unless I command you to speak and you must always listen and obey. Nod if you understand."

Sevak's head nodded against the silky skin of her palm and Aditi smiled. "Good. Come, we must bathe. It is too hot not to indulge in the soak of a fresh bath." She turned on her heel, the ends of her thick rope of hair flicking across her guest's cheek. Aditi's gaze sliced across the room to Dialla. "The bath is prepared?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Wonderful. Disrobe and lead us, my pet. I want to indulge in your beauty." Then she turned to Sevak. "This is your first test, Traveller. Do not let your eyes wander to my Dialla's naked form. If you do, I will know and you will be immediately cast out into the horrors of Luna's desert."

She watched as Dialla dropped the only article of clothing she wore, her skin perfectly bronzed underneath. "Ah, my pet..." Aditi mused, following the swaying hips of her servant. "How lovely you are..."

Twisting through the temple's corridors, they soon arrived at the massive bathing room. candles adorned every inch that wasn't intended for walking and statues erected in Aditi's honor surrounded the pool. The goddess extended her arms, Dialla's sign to undress her and so she did. Then the naked woman turned to her guest.

"Sevak," she mused, "Disrobe." her gaze didn't leave his face, but she was intrigued as to what lay beneath his clothes. "Then follow me." and into the pool she slid.

 

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Sevak stumbled forward as his Goddess Aditi led him forward through the temple. He'd quickly become disoriented, at the mercy of this statuesque beauty whose very presence and grace demanded obedience. Not that the instructions Aditi had handed down were by any means unpleasant.

Barely an hour could have passed since Sevak had - with one final last effort born from the desperation of a dying man - hauled himself over a sand dune and caught his first glimpse of the Temple. He'd just laid there for a while, prostrate under the final rays of the setting sun, scarcely believing his eyes and not daring to dream that he'd finally reached his destination. Eventually, and knowing that the cold night air of the moonlit skies would be no more a friend to him than the harsh glare of the sun-drenched day, he'd pulled himself to his feet and forced one last march out of his weary legs.

He'd reached the gates to the temple, with sand blasted on to his face, and with clothes that showed the strain from past trials. Blessedly, the doors had been open and a welcome had been prepared. Sevak hadn't thought to question how they could have known he was coming. The Temple was in the middle of a desert that did not encourage idle wandering, but the Goddess had clearly looked over him as he'd neared the end of his strength.

Now though, after less than an hour, he had felt the energy that the sun had sapped from his muscles begin to return. When a man enters a Temple he'd crossed a desert to find, and is instantly provided all he could ask for in the way of food and drink, it is hard for the spirits not to lift. When the food and drink is provided by perfect specimens of humanity, by men and women whose features met the regal standards of the Goddess Aditi, then that man's spirits soared.

And yet, underneath all that, ran an undercurrent of fear. A fear of not being up to those same exacting standards. Of being inadequate.

As the Goddess had first entered the Welcoming Chamber, his eyes had glanced at Dialla. She was a woman of rare beauty, and her bronzed skin was not that of someone who had suffered up the Sun, but rather who had been worshipped by it. Now though, at Aditi's strict warning, Sevak studiously kept his eyes off from Dialla.

Dialla, bronzed naked Dialla, a servant who herself would have been a queen where he had once lived. In any other situation, a red-blooded man would have found it impossible to avoid taking in Dialla's perfect skin, and immaculately maintained curves. However, when the alternative is to admire the Goddess Aditi, then the task becomes so much easier. Sevak took in every second of her as she glided down the corridor. Her hips swayed from side to side, and the sparse clothing that she chose to wear slipped gracefully up and down her body, in a way that entranced and mesmerised.

As they arrived at the bathing room though, Sevak's admiration of Aditi was momentarily broken by the candle-lit atmosphere, and was only dragged back as he caught the sight of the clothing slide to the floor. The sight of Aditi, entirely naked from head to toe, simply took his breath away. It took every ounce of self control for Sevak to avoid a second outburst of amazement.

It was at that point that the fear returned. He tried to process the fact that Aditi had asked him to remove his own clothing. Beneath his clothing lay the body of a man who'd worked his entire life - muscles that were no stranger to hard labour, and a scar down his side where he'd learned the painful lesson on why he shouldn't take on armed guards with only his fists.

Now Aditi had asked him to expose his own imperfection in the presence of absolute perfection.

Sevak flushed a bright red, and nervously tugged at his top. It would not pay to disappoint the Goddess by disobeying her order, but he was embarrassed at the thought of disappointing her in other ways.

Slowly, his top came off, and he awkwardly dropped it to the floor. Pausing for a moment, he then realised that half measures would not curry favour from someone like Aditi. With an odd timidity, he fumbled with his trousers, and undid the belt. The trousers began to slip down his legs of their own accord. Within seconds, he found himself standing in front of Aditi, his manhood exposed, and his arms helplessly at his side, unable to cover up.

 

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By the time Aditi settled herself along the pool's outer bench, Sevak had obeyed his commands. She let her gaze slide over tired body, admiring the amount of muscle tone he had managed to acquire from a life in the fields. Then she caught sight of the scar that ran along his side, a thin red line that carried a lesson she was sure Sevak never forgot. Finally, she let herself drink in his manhood, her head cocking slightly as she shamelessly stared. It was thick and long, even in it's unaroused state, and Aditi was mildly impressed.

Her gaze slithered back up to his face and she raised a dripping hand from the pool, gesturing for him to join her. "Come, my weary guest, we have much to discuss."

As he stepped into the pool, the aroma of lavender released itself again. It was one of her favorite scents, one that prompted sleep and relaxation. She motioned for him to sit beside her and watched as he waded across to her side, the water lapping at his body. When he took his seat, she noticed him beginning to reach for the soap behind them, but she cut him off.

Laying a hand on his wrist, she said "Oh no, my Traveller, we do not bathe ourselves when we are in my pool. My good maiden Fiona will do that for you." With a snap of her sun-kissed fingers, another nude servant appeared from the shadows of the pool room. She was small and lean, her breasts heavy and her hips slender as she swayed towards the pair. She was definitely beautiful, Aditi admired as she approached, but Dialla would forever remain her favorite.

"Your Majesty," Fiona greeted Aditi, dipping her head low to the ground.

"Hello, my child," the goddess replied with a warm smile, "please, bathe our guest here."

"As you wish," Fiona murmured, slipping to her knees behind Sevak. Dialla came up behind Aditi, straddling her master's naked head from behind and pouring the fragrant soaps into her palm. Working them into a lather, she then began to smooth the liquid over Aditi's skin, starting with gentle circles along her arms. The goddess sighed with pleasure and let her face fall against her servant's thigh, eyes half closed in relaxation. Fiona followed suit with their guest, soft hands dragging along his broad shoulders and wiping away any hint of the outside world.

"So, Sevak," Aditi began, pressing a thankful kiss to Dialla's thigh before looking over at her guest. "I was told you had next to nothing on your person as you entered my Temple. Nothing but the clothes on your back, to be precise. I'm sure you are aware of the customs of my temple, they are spoken far and wide across the desert. One does not enter and receive my gifts without an offering in return. Were you aware?" Dialla's work was finished on Aditi's arms. She gathered more soap and reached around her goddess's head to start massaging her ample chest, Dialla's own breasts pressing into Aditi like a fine pillow.

"If you have nothing to offer me, I can only accept a sacrifice of the body, or you will be cast out of here and forbidden from ever receiving the blessings of my sun again. I doubt that is what you want, and it is most certainly not what I want."

"Your Majesty, if I may," Dialla whispered, "I need to wash the rest of you."

"Of course, my pet," Aditi replied, rising so she was now standing on the bench, Dialla on her knees before her and lathering up her abdomen.

"I commend your ability to obey," the goddess continued to her Traveller, "it has shown you much favor. I will allow you to stay here, eat and drink your fill, regain your strength, learn what you can of my temple, but in that time you will also be serving me. Are we clear, Sevak?" her eyes never left his face, but one damp hand came to rest on the crown of Dialla's head, a silent message that her hands were working wonders.

It wasn't long until Fiona had Sevak do the same so she could wash the rest of his body as well. "This place is for full cleansing," Aditi informed him, "you will see what I mean in--oh!--" she gasped as Dialla's hands finished with her abdomen and found her sex. "I suppose you will learn now." Dialla's nimble fingers began working the lips of her goddess's pussy, washing as she pleased. "Orgasms are good for the soul, Sevak."

She didn't look over at him again until he heard his slight gasp, Fiona must be washing that impressive member of his now.

 

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The overwhelming beauty of the bathing chamber dazzled him, used as he was to the plain surroundings of his home town. There, such exquisite design and attention to detail would have been frowned upon as frivolous and wasteful. The practical people that he had grown up around favoured function far more than form. Sevak's childhood had not been an easy one, nor had it been particularly long. The demands of feeding his brothers, sisters, and ailing parents had meant that Sevak had started in the fields while still a boy.

The scent of lavender should have been a strange one to Sevak's senses. In many ways he was a simple man of simple tastes, even if recent times had demanded extraordinary efforts.

Still, the aroma did fire off some distant memories. Of the way that Asilah - his beloved wife whose passing from this mortal world was the catalyst for so many changes over the past year - would cover the smell of the fishmongers where she'd worked as a young woman. Unbidden, the memory of standing outside the fishmongers returned, and he could practically smell the sweat from a hard day's labour in the fields dripping off his muscles, waiting under what little shade could be found from the unforgiving sun.

Then he'd see her. Just a fleeting glance to start off with, as she finished up her chores tidying up the shop after a long day. Then, finally, she'd step out in the street where he waited opposite. She'd be tired of course, as would he. Nevertheless the sight of each other would always find hidden reserves of joy and energy buried deep inside them both. The disapproving stares of the late afternoon crowds that still bustled along streets weren't even a consideration to Sevak and Asilah. They'd fall into each others arms, embrace, and bury each other under a swarm of kisses that scandalised the elders.

A gentle breeze wafted down from a side-corridor, and danced with the candle flames, creating a flickering light effect that dragged Sevak back to the present day. Another day without his beloved Asilah. Another day where a simple man was asked to perform extraordinary labours.

Standing in front of the enticing Aditi, with her bevy of beautiful servants, Sevak was once again reminded of how inadequately his life had prepared him for this moment. Shyness was not a trait that Sevak was known for, nor was it one that a labourer in a rough neighbourhood could afford to entertain if they wished to survive and enjoy life.

However, the thought of sinking into the bath with Aditi, or cleansing his body in the company of one so divine, almost caused a panic attack. Before he realised it, Sevak found that he'd draped a hand protectively in front of his manhood, fearing that it would find disfavour among his audience. Only the look of admiration on Aditi's face caused him to hesitantly move the hand away, and once again expose himself to everyone in the room. A slight red flush filled his cheeks as he wondered what the women, and what Aditi in particular, thought of what he offered.

He took another step into the water, and almost gasped at the pure sensation of the water lapping over his ankles. Emboldened, and knowing that disobeying Aditi simply was not an option, he stepped again more authoritatively into the pool, and took up his position on the bench.

The soap was nearby, and in his naivety born from a life of looking after himself, he started to reach for it. Aditi's gentle admonishment, allied by her light yet powerful touch, put paid to any attempts to clean himself. The sensation of being touched by someone as angelic as Aditi set his pulse racing.

Unsure if he could control himself too much longer, overpowering as Aditi was, Sevak instead settled for staring wide-eyed at the radiant form of the servant girl Fiona. Her full, curvaceous figure momentarily left Sevak speechless, and as the woman positioned herself by him, he realised that he was defenceless against her gentle ministrations. Not that - Asilah forgive him - Sevak wanted to fight against the sensation of the woman's touch.

Now though, Aditi asked the question he'd dreaded.

Casting his eyes down, and momentarily blocking out the feeling of Fiona's well-practiced stokes on his tense shoulder muscles, he summoned the courage to answer.

"Goddess Aditi. I was aware. I have travelled from my town, and brought with me every treasure and offering that I could buy over this past year. However..." a flash of anger that was at odds with the serenity of his surroundings suddenly swept over his face, "... not two days ago, I was accosted by bandits. They took everything from me but my life, although I extracted the last ounce of blood from at least two of them before the rest made off with my offerings."

Sevak looked up at Aditi.

As the Goddess explained how he would serve, and how he himself would take the place of the meagre offerings he had planned to present, Sevak wondered exactly how he could serve such a wondrous creature. Still, his heart beat stronger knowing that Aditi did not want, nor would for the time being, cast him back into the unforgiving desert.

Sevak dipped his head in acknowledgement, and mimicked Aditi's movement to stand on the bench. Within seconds, the tender touch of the servant girl Fiona flooded back into the front of his mind. He heard the effect of Dialla's work on Aditi in the Goddess' voice, as the pleasure from being touched by someone so special underlined every word she uttered.

For a moment Sevak was confused as to what she meant. With impeccable timing though, Fiona's hand teased up his inner thing, manicured nails lightly playing with his skin, finding his erect manhood at her mercy and toying with his balls for a moment before moving on to her ultimate target.

Sevak groaned, partly in surprise and partly in pleasure as Fiona took possession of his manhood in her hand, and moved up and down the shaft with a purpose beyond merely shedding it of the dust that had seeped through his clothes.

Sevak's hands hung limply by his side, desperately wanting to take Fiona's ample breasts in them, but knowing that Aditi had yet to command that. The blood rushed to his phallus, to bring him to full, almost painful erection.

Opening his eyes wide, he made contact with Aditi, who was similarly reacting to Dialla's finely-honed efforts.

"My Goddess!" Sevak exclaimed, as the touch of so beautiful a woman as Fiona after a year of chastity threatened to overwhelm him.

"How many I serve?!" he said, through gritted teeth, words buried between moans that escaped his lips no matter how he clenched his jaw.

His breathing was ragged now, and he looked at Fiona, at her naked breasts that still dripped with water from the pool, and at the rhythmic movements of her hand across his member. As any last thought of resisting the inevitable disappeared, Sevak let out a low moan of total satisfaction...