The High Priestess was taking the daily ceremony. She stood tall and proud. Six feet tall and with a mane of night blach hair that fell to her waist. Her body was that which only maturity can bring but with a firmness that spoke of youth. Her ripe curves emphasised her femalness a spoke of promisses undreamed of.
Worship of the Godess Slutextasy was frowned on in certain parts of the Kindom but most envied the rumours that were passed from mouth to mouth of secret rites and fordidden pleasures that made the mind and body melt.
She stood before the great black basalt altar surrounded by priestesses, acolytes and worshippers, they watched as she chanted prayers in a clear contralto voice that made the watchers shiver at its power and authority. Women who came to worship or serve were drawn to her, even if they had only felt for men before, her radience was a magnet that made them feel comforted and aroused. Men who watched felt themsselves swelling in erotic pleasure, their manhoods uncoiling as they were watching by the Godesses representative on earth.
