Chimes of Passion

Ron and Pete kept thrusting rhythmically. Alyssa and Irene found that their breaths were matching the men’s movements in exact synchronicity. The Goddess held her hands straight out by her sides. The sensual energy coming from her four servants on the floor drew into her hands. With a circular motion of her arms, her gown fell to the floor to reveal a perfectly toned, hairless body.

The Goddess lifted her hands above her head, such that her position resembled the engraving of the female figure on the door that Irene, Alyssa, and Lynda had found. As her faithful servants moaned louder and louder, she started to levitate off of the ground, her body feeding off of the lust, energy, and power coming from before her.

Lynda gazed longingly up into the eyes of her Goddess. Transfixed upon the female form that floated before her, she allowed her hands to roam between her own legs. Without saying a word, she thanked her goddess for allowing her a small taste of the passion that was slowly filling the room.

The candles lining the walls of the sanctuary brightened, as if controlled by the Goddess herself. Even the shadows that danced across the walls and floors seemed to move with the same rhythm as the orgy that was being held in praise of the Goddess.

Lynda let out a low moan, both as an expression of her own pleasure, and of the pleasure of the otherwise silent Goddess.

Irene quickly followed suit. Alyssa’s higher-pitched squeals melded seamlessly into the sounds echoing throughout the chamber as all three of the human females allowed themselves to give in to the passion and the beauty of their Goddess and all she represented.

Irene, Alyssa, and Lynda fed off of one another in both their pleasure, and their increasingly vocal yet unintelligible expressions of their pleasure.

The Goddess inhaled deeply and channelled the pleasure of all three of these servants into her own body, absorbing their reverence into her skin, her mind, her body, and her heart. For these newly converted worshippers, she had given them true pleasure and a sense of purpose. For herself, she basked in the power these humans would only stoke. The more people who would revere her, the more power she would attain.

The five college students who sought refuge in the church basked in the growing pleasure that was bestowed upon them by their newfound Goddess. The passion and lust coursed throughout their bodies and warmed them, filled them with an energy they neither knew nor cared to understand any more than they could feel. They just knew that this was where they needed to be, and it was their Goddess who had taken them there. The Goddess smiled and consumed their energy, returning exactly what they needed.

Unable to restrain themselves any longer, Ron, Pete, Alyssa, and Irene all let out a giant shriek of pleasure, which was followed immediately by a deafening clap of thunder. All four collapsed from the pleasure, the intensity, and the knowledge that they had, at last, found their purpose.

Once Lynda’s breathing returned to normal, she walked around her friends, looking down on their spent bodies. She gazed longingly back at the Goddess. “They are fine choices, my Goddess. The males shall be tasked to bringing new converts inside these walls. The females shall be priestesses here within these chambers. In due time, when the females’ inner goddesses become strong enough, we may even allow them to start their own church, but at least for now, they know only to serve you.”

The goddess ran her hands through Lynda’s hair. Lynda continued. “And I, my Goddess, shall be your voice for all eternity. It will be my pleasure and my honor.”

The Goddess disappeared from the sanctuary. Lynda glanced down at her four friends and mused. “They may sleep here tonight. In the morning, they shall understand their destiny. I shall tend to the lilacs for the evening.” Lynda walked through the door behind the altar.

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The sun shone through the small windows in the sanctuary. Alyssa was the first one awakened by the sound of the singing birds. She stretched, rubbed her eyes and took stock of her position. She glanced around and saw Irene, Pete and Ron, still fast asleep. The males must not be permitted to sleep any longer, she thought, and started to shake them. In an instant, Ron and Pete awoke. Each kissed one of her bare feet.

On cue, they both started repeating the phrase, “We must gain new converts.”

Hearing the sounds of her servants uttering their duties, Irene awoke as well. Ron and Pete immediately turned to kiss her feet as well.

Irene and Alyssa stood up and walked around the altar. “We must prepare for our new guests,” Irene coyly remarked.

“Yes, we must,” Alyssa agreed.

Irene faced Ron and Pete, still kneeling at the foot of the altar. “You must dress and bring the converts to us.”