The temple was dark and smoky. Torches flickered on the stone walls, throwing shadows that danced like hungry spirits. The air smelled of incense and sweat. In the center of the room stood a big stone altar, covered with soft furs. Around it, twelve elders sat in a circle. They were old men, but strong, their robes open to show hairy chests and hard c***s already sticking out, ready for the ritual.
The high priestess, Lira, stepped into the light. She was young, just turned twenty, with long black hair down to her waist. Her skin was pale and smooth, never touched by a man. She wore a thin white robe that clung to her big t**s and round hips. Her heart pounded as she looked at the elders. This was her duty. She was a virgin, saved for this night, to give her body to them all. It would bin
