My Face Became the Temple Offering

The full moon bathed the hidden temple in silver light as the Dionysian rites reached their peak. I had been chosen as the living altar for the night’s most sacred ceremony. The priestesses led me through the vine-draped columns into the inner sanctum, where braziers flickered with scented smoke and the air hung heavy with wine and lust.

High Priestess Thalira waited for me on the raised marble platform. Her auburn hair spilled wildly over her shoulders, crowned with ivy and grapes. Her sheer white chiton barely contained her full breasts and the soft swell of her hips. Three other priestesses and two male devotees stood nearby, their eyes gleaming with divine frenzy.

“You are the offering tonight,” Thalira declared, her voice rich and commanding. “You will receive the ecstasy of the god’s servants until you are drenched. In return, we will honor you with our own tributes.”

I was stripped and laid on my back atop thick furs and silk. Soft cords bound my wrists above my head. Thalira climbed over me first, lifting her chiton and lowering her smooth, glistening pussy onto my mouth.

“Worship,” she ordered softly.

I dragged my tongue along her folds, tasting her sweetness. She sighed and began to rock, grinding her wet heat across my lips, nose, and chin. “Yes… use that tongue for the god. Deeper.”

I thrust my tongue inside her, then circled her swollen clit. Thalira rode my face with growing urgency, her moans echoing through the chamber. Her juices flowed freely, coating my entire face. Suddenly she tensed.

“Take my offering,” she gasped.

A powerful gush flooded my mouth and sprayed across my cheeks. I drank eagerly while the excess ran down my neck. She kept grinding through her climax, marking me thoroughly before finally lifting away.

The other priestesses followed, each using my face in their own way. One sat reverse, smothering me with her ass while I licked her from below. Another gripped my hair and fucked my tongue with short, desperate thrusts. By the time the fourth woman had soaked me, my face was a dripping, sticky mess of their combined nectar.

While they used me, the two male devotees approached Thalira. She knelt between them, stroking both their hard cocks with practiced hands.

“Watch,” she called to me between moans as another priestess rode my face. “See how the god’s servants give their tribute.”

The first man groaned loudly and erupted, painting thick ropes of cum across Thalira’s beautiful face. It landed on her cheek, lips, and chin. She smiled, eyes half-closed in pleasure, and turned to the second man. He stroked faster and added his own heavy load, streaking her forehead and dripping down onto her breasts.

Thalira looked radiant, her face now glistening with their cum as she moaned in approval. “More,” she urged them. “Mark your priestess while he serves below me.”

They took turns feeding her their cocks, letting her suck and stroke until they gave her two more loads. Cum dripped from her chin and ran down her neck while she continued directing the ritual.

I could barely breathe beneath the latest priestess, but the sight of Thalira’s cum-covered face only made me lick harder. She eventually returned to me, straddling my soaked features once more.

“You have taken our pleasure so well,” she purred, her voice thick with lust. “Now I will ride you while they honor me again.”

She ground her pussy against my tongue as the two men stood over her. One of them aimed his cock at her face and unleashed another thick spurt, catching her right across the lips. Thalira opened her mouth, catching some on her tongue while the rest decorated her cheeks. The second man followed, groaning as he added to the mess, glazing her eyelids and nose.

She looked utterly filthy and divine, face shining with multiple loads of cum while she flooded my mouth with another orgasm. I swallowed everything she gave me, my own cock throbbing untouched.

The night blurred into pure frenzy. The priestesses took turns on my face while the men repeatedly painted Thalira’s features. At one point all three women sat around my head, taking turns and sometimes pressing their pussies together over my mouth. Below, Thalira sucked both men, encouraging them to cover her again and again.

“Give it to me,” she moaned between mouthfuls. “Cover your High Priestess while he drowns beneath us.”

Load after load landed on her face until her features were almost unrecognizable beneath the layers of glistening cum. It dripped from her chin in heavy strings onto her breasts and thighs.

Finally, Thalira freed my wrists and pulled me up. My face felt heavy, completely glazed with the women’s juices. She kissed me deeply, tasting all of them on my lips.

“Now it is your turn to finish,” she whispered. “Paint me like the others have.”

The priestesses and male devotees gathered close, watching with hungry eyes. Thalira knelt before me, her face already a canvas of their cum. I stroked my aching cock, staring down at her. The sight was overwhelming.

“Cum on me,” she begged. “Add your offering to the temple.”

I groaned loudly as the pressure broke. The first powerful rope shot across her forehead, mixing with the others. I kept stroking, covering her cheeks, nose, and open mouth with thick spurts. Thalira moaned, tongue extended to catch everything I gave her. I painted her completely, adding my load to the messy masterpiece already decorating her face.

When I finally finished, she looked up at me, eyes shining through the cum. “You have served perfectly,” she said, voice hoarse.

The group collapsed together on the furs. I lay on my back once more as Thalira straddled my face for one final, slow ride, her cum-covered pussy grinding against my tongue. The taste of her mixed with the men’s seed only heightened the madness. She came again, flooding me while the others watched.

Later, the men took turns with the other priestesses, but Thalira stayed with me. She sucked my cock back to life, then rode me slowly while I looked up at her glazed face. When I was close again, she pulled off and stroked me until I erupted one last time directly onto her waiting tongue and cheeks.

As dawn approached, the temple fell quiet. My face was raw, swollen, and drenched. Thalira’s was even more so, a beautiful, sticky ruin of every man’s offering. She kissed me softly, sharing the mingled tastes.

“You are marked by the god now,” she murmured. “Your face will be called upon again whenever Dionysus demands his due.”

I left the temple as the first light touched the vines, the scent of sex, wine, and cum clinging to my skin.