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Alma
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Part 2

Page 20: — Mediatrix

Amphitheater, full of people; down in the center stands Alma, half again life size, with the goddess beside her.  Alma is wearing a stiff, ornate, full-length robe that bares and pushes up her breasts in Minoan fashion and opens at her navel to reveal her lower body.  Naked priests and priestesses are arrayed before her, kneeling bowed down with their foreheads touching the earth. 

 

She took me to a distant place and made me a goddess.  I found myself standing, filled with lush unfocussed lust, before a vast crowd of my worshippers.  As I watched my pleasure reflected in their faces, I understood my gift to them: I was their medium, their connection to sexual joy. 

Alma seated, her pussy clearly visible, one foot out.  One hand is on her stomach, and with the other she holds a nipple delicately between her thumb and forefinger.  A kneeling priest, masked, is licking the toes of her outstretched foot. 

 

I let my desire grow and become more wild.  From among my priests and priestesses, I took a youg male and made him lick my feet.  They were mine to command, down to their physical responses. 

Oh, it felt so good — the sensation of his tongue between my toes traveled up to my pussy, then through my breasts to the skin on my throat and made my whole scalp tingle.  The crowd moaned as I let them feel it. 

A young priest is standing beside Alma as she is seated.  She is watching his face as she strokes his erect cock.  His expression is one of extreme arousal, very near to orgasm. 

 

I brought another of my priests forward and stroked his cock as he tried to resist me.  He knew I'd give him no release, but in spite of that he couldn't control his growing arousal.  As he quivered with increasing desparation under my hand, I transmitted all his tormented pleasure to my people.  There were cries, they pulled off clothing and rubbed themselves, all frantic for orgasm, yet wanting the agony to go on forever. 


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