The Flame-born

"The Flame-born"
Summary: Shiagari is Flame-born with the mark of Agun, the god of fertility and life. This is the story of her induction into His temple.
Note: Much of this story is directly inspired by Shadowwolf. Thank you very much; I like the… inspiration. ;-) Also, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

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Shiagari had been born with the mark of Agun, Lord of Flames, the source of life: flowing red hair, resembling His flame, and bronze skin. From childhood, she had been told that, when she became a woman, she would become the god’s servant, and would go to His temple to serve Him. She had often thought the day would never come to pass, but two years after her courses had become regular as the moon’s turning, eight priests came for her, dressed in the gold and crimson robes of His priesthood, to take her to the Temple of the Flame and induct her into His service. Her family looked on proudly (if sadly) as she was led away; there was no greater honor than to be god-chosen.

Shiagari followed the priests into the Great Temple, and down a side corridor. She’d often been to the Sanctuary, the great room used for services, as a Flame-born child, but never into the areas the priests and priestesses lived in. The temple was made of black obsidian blocks, surprisingly warm underfoot and still shining, despite the many feet that traveled over them. On the walls were carved images of Agun’s flame, swirling and curving. They seemed almost to writhe and dance before Shiagari’s eyes, and she found herself reluctant to look away from them. She did not realize she had paused to stare until one of the priests gently tugged her arm, drawing her along.

The priests delivered her into the hands of the priestesses, once again eight in number. As the priests left the room, they descended upon Shiagari, silently and efficiently stripping her of her common clothes and dressing her in a new robe. This robe was a pure white, the hem at her knee. It left much to one’s imagination, unlike the robes of the priestesses, which were mostly transparent mesh and fine, thin fabrics that were almost translucent, and slit from ankle to waist to allow them to serve the god more easily.

Shiagari had often wondered how it would feel to serve the god. Although she had been forbidden from having sex—and such would be heresy, lying with one promised to Agun before he induction into His service—she had heard plenty about it, and had never been prohibited from exploring herself, so long as her virginity remained intact. She had been doing so since she had been old enough to discover what being marked by Agun meant—going to his temple to perform the rituals of fertility, serving him in pleasure. She was truly Flame-born; the idea of serving in such a manner inspired a fire between her legs, one that was often hard to quench.

Once dressed in the white robe of an initiate, Shiagari was returned to the obsidian halls, and led to the temple’s sanctuary. The great room was filled with the priests and priestesses of Agun, all seated, facing the great dais at the front of the room. The sounds of their conversation, echoing in the great hall, died abruptly into an expectant silence as she entered, surrounded by her escort. They led her to the dais, and then sat on the front row of cushions. Shiagari ascended the stairs alone, and knelt at the feet of His High Priest.

The High Priest was a tall, muscular man, head shaven but for a topknot that showed his position and his favor in the eyes of the God. Kneeling, Shiagari could not help but notice the bulge of his length, even under the goldcloth kilt he wore. She shivered, both excited and nervous.

The Priest looked at her, his dark eyes intense. "So you are Shiagari, marked at birth by Agun to serve Him," he said, loudly. "Do you accept your place, as His priestess, fated to honor and serve Him?"

"I do accept," Shiagari said, willing her voice to not tremble.

"Very good girl." The Priest smiled. "Then look to the Flame of Agun." He stepped to her left side, allowing her to stare directly into the great pyre of Agun’s power. The flame was never fed with wood or dry dung, yet it burned unfailingly. The flames twisted, just as the carvings on the walls had, in a fascinating manner.

"Watch," the Priest murmured to her. "Watch the Flame. Relax and watch."

She nodded, feeling tension drain from her, slowly forgetting those watching from the floor. The Priest continued to murmur softly in her ear, telling her how very irresistible the flames were to one born to serve them, how good she was for knowing that, and continuing to gaze, to forget everything but the jumping and dancing.

"After all," he said, "you are destined to become His servant. You must submit to His will."

Shiagari nodded. "…submit…" she whispered.

"Good girl. Now, you know that you are Flame-born. This means the Flames are not just here, but also in here." He touched her forehead lightly. "Inside you. Close your eyes, now, and watch your inner flame."

Shiagari’s eyes slipped closed, and she sighed.

"Good girl. Such a good, good girl. Watch the Flame." Shiagari nodded faintly, the Flame dancing before her closed eyes. The Priest touched her shoulders and gently guided her to the altar, then pressed her to bend over, then bound her, wrist and ankle, with black iron manacles. "Now it is time for the Flame to be placed into your body, girl. You see, the Flame is already within me, and I will place it within you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Priest," Shiagari replied, her breath coming faster.

"Good girl. Go ahead and open your eyes. Watch the Flame outside you again." He slowly lifted the skirt of her robe, exposing her. She squirmed, suddenly aware of the eyes on her, how they must see her wetness glistening in the torchlight, then the flame jumped, and she slowly relaxed again, losing herself in them once again. She faintly heard the Priest praise her, and this time the praise was accompanied by a soft rub against her pearl; the sudden pleasure that made her gasp.

"Yes. Good girls are rewarded." She felt the High Priest caress her rear. "Repeat that, my good girl."

"Good girls… rewarded…" she murmured, and was rewarded with another touch.

"You belong to the Flame."

"I belong to the Flame." Shiagari was rewarded again, the finger circling around the delicate flesh, then over it. She shivered, and started to chant. "I… I belong to the Flame. I belong to the Flame. I belong to the Flame." To her delight, the Priest massaged her pearl firmly as she did so, making her mewl with pleasure.

"Very good girl." He stopped his touch. "You are learning very quickly. Now, the Flame will take over your pleasure Keep chanting."

"I belong to the Flame." Shiagari shivered, feeling a wave of pleasure over her pearl. She moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily, and then continued her mantra.

"You serve the Flame," the priest said, and she added that to her mantra. She belonged to the Flame, served Him, adored Him. She quickly learned that she would submit to His will and the will of His priests, that nothing was more arousing than submitting. And the touches continued, some from the Flame, and some from His Priest, the physical incarnation of His will. It felt good, so very good, yet it wasn’t enough.

"Very good girl," the Priest commanded. Shiagari was unsure how long it had been, but she felt shaky and weak with the pleasure. "Stop chanting. It is time for the Flame to be planted in your body." She stopped, and was rewarded with a gentle squeeze of that sensitive nub before the Priest moved. She heard the soft rustle of cloth, almost lost in the crackling of flame, and seconds later she felt Him enter her. He felt incredible, stretching her in ways that made her shudder in pleasure, and the strange popping sensation and slight prick of pain only enforced her thoughts of belonging to the Flame, through this man. She was His, and she was his, and all was right in the world. She felt him start to thrust, even as he carefully tore away her white dress, exposing her bronzed skin, and caressed her breasts, her stomach. She gasped, feeling her pleasure start to spill over, to overwhelm her.

And then he pressed deep, and the heat of the Flame filled her womb, even as her own body spasmed in the height of pleasure. She lost herself then, in the will of the Flame, the voices whispering to her.

"Good girl, good girl.’ She opened her eyes again, and immediately saw the Flame again. She moaned softly, feeling phantom echoes of the Priest inside her, stroking her breasts, her pearl. She must obey… good girl… pleasure….

"Yes. Good girl." He said some time later, and stroked her hair. "Close your eyes again, and I will begin to teach you how to serve your new master."

Shiagari nodded, and her eyes closed.

"Agun," the High Priest explained, "gains power from orgasm, from release. It is your role, as His priestess, to seek that pleasure, and to induce it in others." He walked to her face, and she felt something hot brush her lips. "One way to do that is by using your mouth to bring pleasure."

She nodded. "Pleasure," she breathed, and took the length in, tasting her own juices on it. She could feel the Flame guiding her, see it dancing behind her closed eyelids, and she ran her tongue against the veined shaft and moaned at the reward she gained by giving pleasure to another, in serving the Flame, her god, her Master. It was just right to have someone inside her, in some way, to serve, to obey. Obedience brought pleasure, just as pleasure brought obedience, the natural cycle.

She continued to pleasure the High Priest, lost in the ecstasy of serving, until the Priest’s length jerked in her mouth and spilled delicious seed. She swallowed thirstily, and sucked wistfully, wanting more.

"Very good girl." She moaned, her own pleasure peaking at the praise. She felt her juices flow freely, and imagined that they must be dipping down the altar. He stroked her again, hands firm against her skin. She heard footsteps.

"Open your eyes," the High Priest commanded, and she obeyed, thrilling at the sensation. The priests who had escorted her were standing next to the altar, four on each side, their arousal evident through their robes. As Shiagari watched, each of them stripped off their robes. "Pleasure them," he continued, "for the benefit of our god."

"Yes," she mewled, arching up helplessly. "Fuck me, fuck me, please…"

And two of them went to her, one behind her and one in front. She eagerly sucked the priest before her, feeling the one behind press into her, filling her with arousal and obedience. She couldn’t think of anything but how wonderful it felt, and what a good girl she was. She felt the priests take their pleasure of her, then release, and more take their place. It was so perfect, so right for her to serve Agun this way, and in every way she could.

A final orgasm rocked her, and she felt the priests withdraw. A warm presence surrounded her. Strong arms, a muscular chest.

"Good girl. Rest."

She closed her eyes, trusting, and knew sleep.