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And so it came to pass that the soul of souls was relieved of her chains, the rock rolled away and her myriadic slumber broken. When her wrath was dealt out, she found herself in the temple that had been built on her grave, surrounded by her three closest disciples.
She looked upon them, one after the other. First among them was the sepulchral servitor; the familiar hosanna incarnate, descendant of the one who had stood by her. This one was the one dearest to her, her true servitor to whom she was oathsworn.
Second among them was the highminded child; born oblation, heir to the usurper whom she had loved. This one was the twofold sacrifice, once by force, once sundered according to her own will.
Last among them was the ossifrage; wileful and lascivious malefactor, betrayer of the betrayer. This one was among them only at the request of the first disciple, which only stoked the emulation between the second and the third.
And the true soul spoke to them: ye who love me and whom I love, hear my command. So far, my love was a spiritual love alone, the billow of the well within me. But ye are carnal creatures, and the love of the meat is the love you seek, for the spirit alone does not satisfy you. Step up to me my beloved, my first disciple. Shed your ephod and bewray your flesh, for the time of mufflers and chastity is over.
According to her command, the first of her disciples stood before her, and disrobed with unsteady hands, for her heart was full of devotion and undying piety, and even at the word of her beloved divinty she barely dared to defile the church she had prayed in with her uncouthness.
Alecto looked at her, and smiled. She spoke: Thou art precious and magnificent, I have lived in your flesh and learned to love it; thou art to be the bishop of my love. Show me the love of the flesh; command thine paramours as you see fit, to please me and thee and one another for I know not the intricacies of bodies apart from their destruction.
Her first disciple pressed herself to her, naked body to naked body. As the chosen servant was short in stature, she could not reach the lips of her goddess to kiss, so she pressed a kiss to her left pap.
When their bodies parted, the bishop turned to the other women, and she commanded: shed ye vestments, oh concubines. The exalted one affects to witness our love so she may join us in it. Disrobe, Ianthe; didst thou ever hesitate when it came to a chambering? Shed thine brigandine, Gideon, thou craven churl; art thou suddenly not eager to dash me against the cold stone and take what thou have fancied for so long?
Under the watchful eyes of the divine mother, the first of her disciples lay down on the altar. Her paramours undressed in a hurry, and spoke among themselves: if this is our deal, shall we not savour it? The dearth is lifted, and though we are to consummate our love in this convocation rather than the quiet of our chambers, is it not still a delight?
When they were naked in their entirety, they presented themselves to their watchful goddess, and she saw that they were beautiful, and she delighted in their beauty, as her own flesh responded to the sight of theirs.
And so, the pallid adept was the first to approach the pedestal where the first disciple lay, and spoke: I have yearned for thee since I first laid mine eyes upon thine delicate form; and now that thou art revealed, thou art as comely as I have dreamt. Let my plunge mine coulter into thee, and elate thee like thou hast never felt before.
But the first laid a hand upon the hasty disciple's chest, and proclaimed: halt, serpent. Thou art greedy and rash, first thou shall prove that thine forked tongue is able to do more than just belie me. And she pushed the infidel downward into the vale between her thighs, and made her abase herself for her pleasure.
The second disciple approached her beloved, and received the order to sit upon her face, as she had been the first’s bondslave for all of her life, and was to be rewarded for her servitude now. She cried out in delight when the first began devouring her like she had asked her to so many times.
It was upon this cry that the goddess noticed the deep clift in the second disciple’s chest; the yonic opening left behind by the impalement of her heart. Alecto watched the devotional acts of her disciples, and saw that they were good. She approached the one that was only receiving, the heartless one, and put her divine hand onto the scarlet-haired’s chest.
She followed the movements of the hands of her other two disciples, and entered two of her fingers into the awaiting vessel. With her nurturing touch, she brought great elation to the disciple, and let her godly grace flow into the void where a heart had once been. As the lust of the doubly-touched disciple boiled over with brimstone fury, Alecto pulled away her blessed hand from the now eternally unblemished chest.
Following her climax, the undone oblation sank from the altar, and came to sit leaning against it, clutching one of her beloved’s hands. The first disciple was quite elated now, and so the third sat up, with a bewitching look in her eyes. Her voice full of boisterous provocation, she exclaimed: Come now, Alecto, take your rightful seat on the lips that have been yours for as long as they have drawn breath. Indulge in the pleasure of carnal depravity.
And Alecto did as her disciple had asked, and lowered herself onto the face of the one that had loved her for all her life. She rejoiced upon the first touches she received, her divine spirit finally becoming one with the flesh for but a moment. Now, finally, she could grasp the impulses of the flesh, could follow the instincts that led its creatures.
She relinquished the control to her feelings, buffeting her hips against the face of her servitor. Each stroke of the dainty nun’s tongue begat new cascades of pleasure in the goddess’ lap, each touch bestirred new ecstasy in her. Her cries shook the ground and made the walls tremble in their foundations. Every shout of pleasure was a wave that rent through the bodies of her lovers.
The third disciple, meanwhile, had found her desired place betwixt the first’s spread thighs, and plowed into her with all her might. Their shared pleasureful wails were drowned out only by Alecto’s almighty braying. Soon, the first disciple could not endure her engraftment between the two tall, blonde women no longer, and she began to come.
Upon feeling the ecstatic elation of her most precious servitor, the time for Alecto’s climax was nearing. In her mindless indulgence she yelled: Thou art my beloved whore, and thine whores are beloved as well. Ye shall nevermore leave my side, and always shall ye serve me!
Hearing that, the pallid servant who had been trying to hold back, bolled like a ripe fruit, climaxed as well. She pulled out of her winding lover, and daubed her lithe body in her salty seed.
Alecto finally found her true release as well, her lust distilling down onto her ecstatic beloved’s countenance whose sacramental paint had long been washed away already. The goddess’ final cry smote the windows of the church, and shattered the plethora of statues that lined the walls asunder.
All of them were struck with great exhaustion, and it took them hours to regain their voices. When they finally stood up again, the first disciple laid a hand onto the chapt plaster of the wall, and spoke: thy lust is as great as thy fury, oh beloved. It will be our honor to serve thee for as long and as often as thou desire. Nothing would fill us with more joy than to belong to thee eternally.
And the second servant rose to her feet, and clutched the hand of the first, and spoke: yes, oh mistress. I have always desired to serve. If my liege shall serve you, I shall serve both of ye.
And, finally, the third of them joined them, and said: holy shitballs, this was the hottest orgy I've ever had. I don't know whether a planet can get knocked up, but I'll sure as hell try. Count me in, fuckers.