I Was Born Between Two Bodies, and the Temple Consecrated Me

I arrived in Kárad from the desert, or perhaps from the mountains, or maybe from the sea; I no longer remember. The crossing was so brutal that, when I passed through the gates of that dazzling city, I could barely keep myself on my feet. I was fleeing nothing and, at the same time, escaping everything. I was what my people had taught me to believe I was: a damned woman.

I found a fountain and drank until my endless thirst was satisfied. Then I collapsed unconscious at the foot of the waterwheel. It was not the cold of night nor the sun already high that woke me. It was a shadow. A man, standing before me, was blocking the light.

—You’re not from here, are you? —he said.

—No... but I’m leaving now. I don’t want to cause trouble.

—No one’s worried about that. On the contrary: we’re worried about you.

—Who are “we”? —I growled, on guard.

—The goddess Astara and I, Enkar, her high priest and servant.

—I’m not worth so much title and holiness wasting their time on me.

—Everyone is worthy to Astara, sacred be her pleasure. Come, let us help you. Even if it’s only so you can wash and eat something.

Like a mistreated dog, I found it hard to accept so much charity. But hunger and my miserable state demanded a respite. It’ll only be for a while, I thought.

—I’ll go with you.

He supported me all the way to the temple of his goddess, an imposing structure dazzling in its sheer beauty. I saw cult tables, effigies, candelabra, and tapestries, all carefully tended, made of gold, marble, and linen. There were people inside: officiants and worshippers, I guessed by their clothes. Enkar led me to the back of the sanctuary, to a door opening onto a hall set apart from the rest. Two young women came over.

—They are Saria and Niala. They’ll guide you through the temple and help you wash. Afterward, we’ll eat together.

I followed them out of necessity, but alarmed. I didn’t want them washing me: hiding my body had been part of my life forever. We entered a room of broad basins, where other people were already present, and more intimate fountains, hidden behind curtains. They led me toward one of those. I refused, tried to run. The young women held me, we struggled, until Niala, in a firm but comforting voice, said:

—There are no curses here. Let us carry out our duty, please.

—It’s just that I... I don’t want to bother you. I should go.

The two looked at each other, like people walking a familiar path.

—We’ll propose something —Saria offered—. We’ll show you what’s here, what’s available to you. And if you don’t want our help, we’ll wait behind the curtains until you call us.

Their kindness was sweet and unyielding at once, so I gave in. I was able to bathe alone, with the double delight of washing off the dirt that disgusted me so much and still remaining hidden. Why did Niala say there are no curses here?

I dressed in the scant but beautiful clothes they left me, a fabric that barely covered me, and called them. After a careful visual inspection, they looked at me with approval. They perfumed me with oils and, gently, ordered me:

—Come with us. Enkar is waiting for you to dine.

***

In a sumptuous room, not too large, the high priest awaited me seated at a table overflowing with delicacies. It took me a moment to notice, but Enkar was wearing a tunic as light as mine, though with more expensive adornments.

He was a man of uncertain age, with youthful features. Tall, with a very handsome face, lively, intimate eyes, a slight hardness in their gleam, almost mischievous, that he struggled to contain. There was a sober softness in his gestures, perhaps from the habit of adopting feminine mannerisms, like so many priests of that time. He spoke in a warm voice, weighed every word, and an extreme elegance emanated from him in all things.

—You look very beautiful. Come, sit here with me.

—Thank you. You have a beautiful temple.

—Nothing is too much to honor Astara, our protector and guide.

I couldn’t stop myself from making an incredulous face.

—Of course. I understand.

—You don’t believe in the gods, I see.

—Without meaning to be disrespectful or ungrateful, I’ll say that I’ve seen little divine work in the world. Plenty of brutality and, at times, some mercy. Both purely human.

—Those may also be divine creations, sown in the hearts of men.

—Well, the ones I’ve suffered didn’t seem divine to me. Forgive me again. I think it would be better if you let me go.

—Now? In the middle of the night? The desert would receive you with its worst demons. No. And besides, it’s not necessary. On the contrary: I’d like you to think about staying with us for a while.

—You don’t know what you’re asking. I’ll bring you nothing but misfortune. Harboring and protecting a cur... someone like me is not a good idea.

—Damned. You were going to say damned, weren’t you?

—It’s what I am! A damned woman! Hunted and abandoned by my people, whom I now curse with all my strength!

I couldn’t hold back my tears. Enkar got up and embraced me affectionately to comfort me. I, still crying, clung to his waist.

—Don’t cry. You’re angry, and I understand. Who, in your place, wouldn’t be? But let me tell you that you’re not cursed.

—But I am. In my people they condemned me, they threw me into the desert to die. I am an abomination.

—Your people are a pack of ignorant fools who didn’t know how to see the jewel they had.

I pulled away from him slowly.

—You don’t know what you’re saying. My people may be as vile as you think, but I’m no jewel. You don’t know what I am.

—I know much more than you imagine, and I’m not saying that to torment you. Let’s start with something: there are no curses here.

—That’s what Niala said, and I still don’t understand her. Nor do I understand you.

—Let’s make a deal. Let me speak without interrupting me. All right?

I nodded, tame, while we separated. Enkar kissed my eyelids and returned to his seat, at the head of the table.

—You’re not cursed, far from it. You are a chosen one. For me, by Astara; for you, by destiny, if you prefer to call it that. What frightened your people, what they taught you to fear, is nothing more than a blessed condition.

—But... —Enkar looked at me reproachfully—. I know, I said I wouldn’t interrupt you. But I can’t sit mute like one of your statues, beautiful but silent. —I mimed a statue, and he laughed—. You say you know what I am, and that it isn’t a sentence. But I’ve carried this all my life and I can’t keep running and hiding anymore.

—I offer you an end to that fatigue. I place before you the door to a new life, a full life, so superior to the one you knew that you can scarcely imagine it.

—And what do you want to do with me? Put me on display like a monster?

—No. Well, display you a little, yes, but not like a monster. Like a dazzling priestess of Astara.

—You’re mad. I... am...

—Enough of this game. I’ll tell you who you are and who you will be.

I felt my eyes widen almost out of their sockets. He knew it. He had always known. And not only did he not care: he celebrated it.

—You’d better close your mouth, or you’ll drool on the food. Here you are safer than ever, under the care of all of us and of the goddess, even if she doesn’t interest you.

He drew a breath and began, in the voice of someone reciting an ancient truth.

—You were born in the old city of Marash, on the riverbank, on an eclipse night, with the moon spilling shadow over the Mother’s temple. Your parents expected a warrior. But you came: a woman in soul, a man in body. Your flesh was male at birth; your spirit, a flower dancing between two worlds. And you already carried the moon’s gaze. That same moon that, with the years, completed your form: your skin, your voice, your curves, all your womanly sensuality, without erasing the cock that also belongs to you.

—But how...

One look from him made me fall silent.

—Your mother, a priestess of the temple, recognized a blessing in you. The goddess had given her a sacred daughter. She called you Ashmira, “the great lady.” It wasn’t enough to calm the brutes of your tribe. Your parents protected you as best they could, but nothing quenched the fear you inspired. When you were already a fully grown woman, they tore you from your home and handed you over to the desert so it could finish you off. And all because of a poor harvest.

I broke down in tears. The memory of my parents, the pain of that separation, the terror of the neighbors demanding my death, the helplessness of the sand: everything spun through my mind, opening old wounds. The only thing distracting me was the mystery of how Enkar knew every detail.

—You gather all genders within you, and that is a gift from heaven. You are neither man nor woman, and you are both: you are celestial. You possess tits that drive one mad, an ass that begs for hands, and between your legs a cock that will also know how to enjoy and bring pleasure. Your voice is soft, compassionate, but not without authority. Your sensuality sweeps everything away. Desire, love, and you were born the same day, but you opened your eyes first. My duty is to consecrate you to Astara, but the goddess will only accept you if you desire it wholeheartedly.

I listened through a sea of sobs, motionless in my chair.

—Don’t say anything now. Go rest. Tomorrow we’ll talk.

—I don’t want to be alone —I begged him.

He embraced me again, this time with more ardor than compassion. Or so I felt it, because I responded with the same passion. He barely kissed my lips and, gently, pulled away.

—Not now, Ashmira. Not yet. I won’t leave you alone, don’t be afraid. And besides, you’ll be hungry —he added, trying to soothe me with a distraction.

We finished dinner talking about trivial things. Afterward I insistently asked him to tell me what Astara and her rite were like, and he did so with enthusiasm. He explained to me that he knew my story because the goddess had revealed it to him, and that his duty was to care for me, instruct me, and consecrate me, each thing in its time and with its ceremony. Dazed by the wine, I think I fell asleep at the table.

***

I woke in a richly adorned room. Looking out the window, I understood that I was on one of the ziggurat’s high terraces. Saria and Niala had slept in my room, but they were already ready and asked for breakfast to be brought. I let them help me dress and fix my hair; there was in their treatment a mixture of pleasure, submission, and a little fear that disarmed me. I managed to convince them to eat with me.

The conversation wasn’t very lively, but they reluctantly confessed that they were preparing me for a unique, secret, very special ceremony. Over the following days they cared for me amid songs, perfumes, and whispers. That was how I met Tahira, the high priestess, Enkar’s feminine counterpart. A woman of exquisite beauty, almost superhuman. A harmonious face, without a single imperfection, as if sculpted in fine marble. Large eyes, capable of bewitching anyone. Her hair, black, straight, and glossy, fell down to firm breasts over pale, luminous skin. All of it supported by a slender body that screamed sensuality in every movement.

Tahira received me in her chamber to initiate me into the secrets of Astara. With her I understood that my soul and my body were not the same, and that it was the body that had to learn to surrender. She instructed me in the rites. The invocations to the goddess were, for me, mostly symbolic. But the offering that brought the faithful into contact with the divine was something else: the temple provided private spaces, and whoever contributed their obol was assigned a priestess or a priest to fuck them until their soul was emptied in the goddess’s name. It was no different from that of other cities and other goddesses, all of them sisters of Astara under different names.

Tahira’s detailed explanation did not surprise me, but it did unsettle me. My eyes betrayed the shock, and she, keen-eyed, noticed it at once.

—Tell me, Ashmira. Have you ever fucked anyone?

—Well... no. The truth is, no.

—Girl, with a body like that, I thought you’d already be an expert at swallowing cocks and spreading your legs.

—My body has only brought me problems. No matter how much I hid my shape, I always drew attention. Men came at me with hard cocks, and sometimes women with wet cunts.

—And how did you handle those situations?

—With the polite ones, by ending up looking foolish because I didn’t know what to do with a cock or a cunt in front of me. With the violent ones, I was lucky to get out by fighting. Many times I traveled armed.

—I understand you. But that won’t be a problem anymore. We’ll just have to teach you how to handle the polite side, because on the other one your experience shows.

—If I may say so, I’m desperate to learn. Even though I never knew what to do, my body wants something very different from my clumsiness and my blows. It needs to be fucked and it needs to fuck. It needs to come.

Tahira understood my situation completely. She came closer, took my hand, and led me to her bed. We sat on the edge and she removed the light robe I was wearing, leaving me completely naked: my tits bare, the nipples already hard with expectation, and between my legs my cock beginning to thicken just from her gaze. She undressed too, to relieve my shyness, and her breasts emerged high and white, crowned by two dark nipples that grew rigid when they met the air.

—What beautiful tits you have. A half-open rose, offering its dew. And what a greedy cock peeks out down there. You’re going to make half the city happy, my girl.

She began to caress my breasts and suck them hungrily, taking each nipple whole into her mouth, tugging gently with her teeth, then harder, until she drew the first honest moan of my life from me. She took my hands to her own and taught me to squeeze, to pinch, to twist with the tips of my fingers.

—Like that, harder. Don’t be afraid of my tits, they’re yours right now.

For the first time I felt that release I had wanted so badly. I adored her mouth on me, and under her tongue my nipples swelled until they hurt. She slid a hand down my belly and, without asking permission, wrapped her fingers around my cock. I felt it throb against her palm. She began pumping it slowly, never stopping sucking one nipple, drawing from me a thin stream that moistened her knuckles.

—Look how wet you’re getting, my love. This cock knows what it wants even if you still don’t.

She let herself fall backward, dragging me with her. Our bodies rubbed furiously, tit against tit, my hard cock pressing into her belly and leaving a shining trail on her skin. We kissed deeply, lips and tongues braided together, swallowing each other’s saliva. Her hands dropped again, one cupping my balls to weigh them, the other making its way between her own thighs.

—There you go, my girl. That’s how I want you. Get yourself worked up, because I still have a lot to teach you. Put your hand where mine is. I’m going to open myself for you... yes, that’s what I like. Put a finger in, feel how my cunt is gushing for you.

Her heat, her wetness, and her scent drove me mad. I slid in a finger and found a hot, swollen, slippery grotto; I added another and she arched, pushing her pelvis forward to take more. By instinct, by desire, or for whatever reason, I slid downward and added my tongue to my fingers. I opened her cunt lips with my thumbs and found it pink, shining, with a swollen clit like a small button that I licked from top to bottom. What a taste.

—That’s it. Let yourself go. Nothing is forbidden here. How you do it... suck my clit, my girl, like that, don’t let go... put it in all the way, the tongue, yes, fuck me with your tongue, anyone would say you’d done nothing else in your life —she murmured, guiding my head with both hands and rubbing her cunt all over my face.

I plunged my tongue as deep as I could, pulled it out, and went back up to the clit, sucking it with closed lips as if it were a little nipple. Her thighs pressed my ears. A thick juice ran down my chin and dripped onto my tits. I drove two fingers into her while I kept working her bud, and she began trembling all over, closing around my hand.

—Nothing is as delicious as you, Tahira. I’m beside myself. I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.

—Come. I want to see that cock up close. I want to measure it with my mouth.

I stood up, regretting leaving her. I climbed onto the bed and showed her my erect sex, soaked with the liquid trickling from the tip. She, lying back, had it a handspan from her face. She stuck out her tongue and licked me from the balls to the glans in one slow stroke, finishing by sucking the tip with a loud kiss that made my knees buckle.

—Now it’s my turn. Mount my chest and give it all to me. Put it in as far as my throat, don’t be shy.

So well instructed, it wasn’t hard to comply with her wish. I settled astride her torso, rested my cock on her lips, and she swallowed it in one go. And what a result. Her hot mouth enclosed me completely, sucked me in with hollowed cheeks, pulled back to lick my balls one by one, and then plunged it back to the hilt, her nose pressed against my belly. Without thinking, I began moving, fucking her mouth, holding her by the hair. She looked up at me from below with wet eyes, not complaining, encouraging me with her gaze to be rougher. A thread of saliva hung from her chin to her breasts.

—I can’t take it anymore, I’m dying. I’m going to cum in your mouth, Tahira.

She yanked my cock out at once, leaving it gleaming and throbbing in the air.

—No way. Not yet. Then put it in me. Fill the cunt you licked so well with your cum. I want to feel you explode inside me.

She spread her legs and guided the tip. With her fingers she parted her cunt lips and set me right at the entrance.

—Push slowly, my girl. Feel how your cock enters the goddess’s temple.

I pushed, and if her mouth was fire, what lay beneath was a bonfire. It swallowed me whole in a slow thrust, squeezing me in a way I had never imagined. I drove my cock all the way in and stayed still, savoring the way her cunt pulsed around it.

—Move inside me. Don’t stop, my girl, I’m about to come apart from pleasure. Fuck me like you hate me, but don’t pull out.

I started moving, first awkwardly, then finding the rhythm. I drew my cock almost all the way out, seeing it shine with her juices, and then slammed it back in with a sharp thrust that made her shriek. She dug her nails into my ass, squeezed it and pulled me deeper inside, deeper. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I leaned down to suck them while I kept fucking her and she bit my shoulder, stifling a cry. I felt her cunt close completely around me, milking my cock in waves, and that grip tore everything out of me.

—I’m cumming, Tahira, I’m cumming inside —I panted.

—Yes, give me all of it, fill me, I want to feel your hot cum in the depths.

Her plea made me explode. I shot stream after stream inside her, feeling how each pulse of my cock emptied semen into her cunt while both of us panted breathlessly. When I finally went still, she squeezed me with her thighs so I wouldn’t slip out and kissed me slowly, as if in thanks. I felt a warm trickle run down her thigh when I finally withdrew my cock.

—For your first time, you were formidable. With that cock and those tits, my girl, you’ll never sleep alone again.

—Thank you. I needed this so much.

—You’re so much woman and so much your own... You’ll have everything you want, beautiful. Cunts, mouths, asses, cocks: whatever you fancy. Astara is going to feed you until you’re full to the brim.

***

Days later, Tahira and Enkar were assessing my progress.

—She’s advancing enormously. She has a natural gift. She sucks like she was born with a cock in her mouth and fucks like she’s been riding for a thousand years —she said.

—If you say so.

—I’ve polished her as much as I could. It’s time for you to take her under your care and complete her instruction before offering her to the goddess. What’s left is for a good male to open her ass wide and teach her what it is to swallow semen until she chokes on it.

—And what does she keep herself busy with now?

—Saria and Niala. She takes turns putting her tongue and her cock on them, and they fight over her cum. She likes it, but you can tell she’s missing something beyond tongue and girls’ caresses.

I already knew every part of the rite, though they still would not let me officiate it. Once the formal tasks were done, I devoted myself to strolling through the temple gardens, crossed by four streams that met in the center, among bushes and trees that formed patterns of green speckled with flowers. In one corner stood a bright blue tent where one could take refuge from the heat. That was where we went, Saria, Niala, and I.

The day was stifling, but the tent’s fabric let the breeze through and filtered the light until it became diffuse. We settled among cushions to drink barley water and eat fruit.

—Have you seen that Tahira and Enkar are spending more and more time together? —Saria blurted out.

—Yes. Those two are up to something. I bet he’s been wrecking her cunt as soon as night falls —Niala agreed.

—I wouldn’t be surprised. She’s delicious and he’s tremendously attractive. And he must have a cock worthy of that priest’s mouth —I suggested—. It wouldn’t be strange if they were fucking until dawn.

—But that’s a sacred offense.

—For you, maybe. I care little about what’s sacred, and I suspect they don’t either. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t enjoy them if you could. I’d suck Enkar’s cock without thinking twice, and I’d let Tahira eat my cunt without even taking off my clothes.

—You say that because you’ve already tasted Tahira.

—As I’ve tasted you two, my darlings. And I still taste your cunts in my mouth.

Young women like me, with warm bodies, hard tits, and willing cunts, were two joys I never grew tired of.

—Flatterer —Niala murmured, coming closer to bite a breast through the fabric.

—The other one is mine —Saria joked, throwing herself into the task from the other side.

They caressed me over the blouse until I tore it off myself so they could kiss and lick me without obstacles. The two of them pounced on my nipples at the same time, sucking them hungrily, biting them, tugging with their teeth until they made my back arch. The moans were no longer soft. They were shameless, guttural, like the heated beasts we were. I pressed their heads against me to feel their teeth sunk into my flesh.

They added their hands to my sex, finding me already soaked on top and with my cock pushing out of the thin fabric. Saria freed it with a yank and stared at it for a moment, watching it grow under her gaze, before wrapping her fingers around it. Niala bent down and licked me from base to tip, unhurried, while Saria opened my legs and ran her tongue over the cunt that was wetting me too. I watched my two girls take turns between my thighs, one with her mouth on my cock and the other with her tongue in my cunt, switching places every so often, competing to see who would draw the rougher moan from me.

—Suck like that, my girls, don’t stop.

They knelt before me to give themselves to my cock together, each kissing it from one side, meeting at the tip and kissing each other with my glans trapped between their tongues. At the same time they offered me their bodies, which I stroked with delight, pinching nipples and sinking fingers into cunts that were gushing for me.

I made Saria settle over my mouth while I tended to Niala with my hand. Saria’s cunt was small, tight, and tasted of honey; I opened it with my tongue and drove it to the root while she wriggled, rubbing her clit against my nose. My fingers, meanwhile, went in and out of Niala’s cunt, three at a time, making her splash.

—Niala, ride me... like that, deep inside... ride my cock while I eat Saria.

Niala settled over me, guided my cock with her hand, and let herself sink down slowly until she swallowed it whole. She closed her eyes and sighed long, moving her hips in circles, adjusting to the thickness. Then she started bouncing on me, up and down, her tits jolting in front of Saria’s face. The two of them ended up face to face and began kissing while I devoured one from below and fucked the other from above. I enjoyed one with my cock and the other with my tongue, feeling how Niala’s cunt milked me with every bounce and how Saria’s dripped over my mouth. They were very aroused, but, like good priestesses of pleasure, they stopped to attend to me.

They put me on all fours. Niala slid underneath, on her back, with her face just below my cock, and swallowed me again.

—Do you like the way I suck it? —she asked, pulling me out for a moment to speak.

—I love it. Don’t stop —I whispered, my voice hoarse.

She went up and down slowly, taking me to the very back of her throat, barely choking and smiling between gags. She also took care of my balls, sucking them one by one. Saria never stopped working me from behind. She kissed me, bit my ass cheeks, and then knelt close to my hole. She spread it open with both hands, looked me up and down, and began to devour me from behind. No one had ever done that to me. No one had ever put their tongue on my asshole. Slowly at first, the tip tracing circles around it, then hungrier, pushing inside, spearing me with her tongue like a little cock while Niala swallowed mine in front.

Her tongue was a symphony. I felt two mouths working me at once, each at one end, each drawing out a different current. Saria started putting a finger in me too, soaked in her saliva, in and out of my ass while she kept licking around it. And I simply surrendered. Between that and Niala’s mouth swallowing me to the hilt, I came. My whole body trembled, my balls tightened, and I shot a long, thick cum blast into Niala’s throat, stream after stream, which she took without letting go of my cock, swallowing everything she could and letting the rest run from the corners of her mouth. Saria still had her tongue in my ass, feeling from the inside how each spasm shook me. My moans filled the tent.

When they finally let me go, Niala straightened up with shining lips and kissed Saria on the mouth, passing to her what remained of my cum on her tongue. Saria swallowed it slowly, looking me in the eyes.

I collapsed, spent. My girls wouldn’t let me move: they tucked me in and arranged the cushions for my rest, after wiping the sweat and the traces of cum from my belly with the fabric of their own skirts.

—You’re divine, Ashmira. There’s no one like you, with that cock that drips and that cunt that opens at the same time. Let’s sleep, and may dreams lull us.

Mine wandered through that new sensation that my body, at last, was memorizing in every detail. For the first time in my life, what I had always called a curse was beginning to sound, in my ears, like something else: a gift. A gift made of flesh, sweat, semen, and cunts willing to devour me forever.