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Chapter 1
Nariana
When I imagined being chosen by a god, visions of power, respect, and awe-inspiring miracles came to mind. Notthis. Not watching my instructor swallow all of a ten-inch dildo until his lips reached the fake balls. His head was tilted back so we could see his throat expand as it slid down toward his Adam's apple.
I would've puked all over that dick by now.
Granted, that was the whole point of the lesson. So was forcing our guardians to watch. While we, the initiate Priests and Priestesses of the Body, filled the chairs in the classroom, our guardians stood silently along the walls at the back and sides. Most of them were men, but four women had been chosen for the Path of Protection from our class. All of them looked uncomfortable.
It was because of their rings. Torture devices had been placed on the guardians’ genitals to prevent them from becoming excited. In order to make sure they were exposed to stimulation in small doses, this one class was shared between both Paths. Our personal protectors were forced to watch as we learned about sexual techniques, discussed various erotic situations, and were taught how to master the art of pleasure. Any arousal response on their part caused discomfort, sometimes even pain.
Well, for most of them. I glanced back to find my own guardian. Talin was just behind me, leaning casually against the wall along the side of the room with his hands clasped behind his rump, looking rather bored. Beside him was a giant of a man with his massive arms crossed over his chest. That was Wraythe. He protected my partner, Eladehl - mostly. The three guys also protected me, but that was because our god had told them to, not because it was part of their actual assignment.
"They're fine," Eladehl whispered, seeing me look.
"I know," I assured him, "but no one else is. You don't think they stand out too much?"
He turned his dark eyes on me. "Nari, half this temple saw you naked when Talin carried you up from the immersion. He spoke with the voice of agod. They all saw the marks on your body. I'm pretty sure that if they thinkanything,it's that the four of us seem to be god-touched."
Ok, he had a point. Maybe being a god's chosen did have a few benefits. Still, I couldn't shake the fear that if the High Priest knew their rings didn't work like everyone else's, he'd just have them replaced. Granted, Zeal would probably fix them again, but that was not the cycle I wanted to get into.
Unfortunately, the priest teaching our class noticed my distraction. "Priestess Nariana," Oryll said, "why don't you give it a try?"
"Uh..." I looked at the false penis I'd been assigned. "Now?"
"Yes, now," Priest Oryll grumbled, making me feel like an idiot. "Let us see what a Priestess of Temptation can do, hm? I was told you're supposed to be special."
Evidently, the ordeal a few days ago hadn't earned me any favor with my instructors. I'd met most of them this week, but Oryll and his partner, a former Priest of Protection named Ghale, were the worst. The pair had served as guardian and ward together before they'd both been raised to the Path of the Word. So far as they cared, I was nothing more than a distraction, and one that needed to be put back in her place.
But everyone in the class - both guardians and those on the Path of the Body - had turned to stare at me. To judge me. Feeling the pressure of so many eyes watching, I lifted the dildo to my lips and tried to replicate the technique Oryll had used. Slowly, I pushed the head into my mouth until it reached the back of my throat. Then, just as he'd explained, I swallowed and pushed a little more. For a split second, I was convinced it was working. The end moved back, I felt it begin to go down my throat, and then my body realized it didnotbelong.
I made a choking noise, but kept going. Too many people were looking. I couldn't fail now. Another swallow would fix this, he'd said. Just relax, breathe slowly, and keep going. Simply ignore that urge to vomit. Except that even thinking about it was enough to make it worse, and the fake dick in my mouth was massive.
Again, my throat tried to reject the foreign item. This time with a passion. A hoarking noise came from deep inside me and I felt the twist of my gut in warning. When the second gag hit, I pulled the whole thing out, desperately panting so that I wouldn't puke on the floor of my class with everyone watching.
The laughter came quickly. I could feel the blood rushing to light up my face, fueling my shame, but I fought it with resentment for my instructor. He'd singled me out on purpose and we both knew it. I was here to learn, not show off what I didn't know. Still, no one in class cared. They just liked knowing that I was still the same pathetic girl I'd always been. Choosing hadn't changed anything but the lines on my skin.
"Not impressive," Priest Oryll said, sounding like he wasn't surprised. "I would've thought aPriestess of Temptationwould be able totempt.That? It was the furthest thing from desirable that I can imagine. As Priests of the Body," he continued, turning to address the entire class, "you are expected to be alluring at all times. To be elegant, respectable, proud, and yes, to suck a dick. The Path of the Body is Zeal's only way to reach his followers.Thisis the only way he can offer up his temptations. If youcannotmanage to perform your duties with the distinction that comes with this temple, then you will be moved to a lower Path." His eyes fell back on me. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Priest Oryll," I mumbled.
But it wasn't that easy. The Path of Temptation existed for no one else. I was the first person to carry the marks of all five Paths offered in the Temple of Temptation: Word, Body, Protection, Action, and Obligation. There was no set of rules for my duties to the temple, and it felt like no one believed that our god had put these marks on me. Half the priests and priestesses in this room didn't even believe Zeal actually existed. Then again, that was the entire problem.
But Oryll had already selected another student to try. The guy had his lips around the fake shaft and was sucking it back. He didn't make it all the way to the balls like Oryll had, but he also didn't choke - literally - like me. Even worse, Oryll was gently offering suggestions for him to take just a little more.
When the guy finally gave up, our instructor patted his shoulder and told him he did a good job. Then we were all warned that we'd be expected to demonstrate our proficiency in three days. No exceptions, and any of us who could not perform in front of the class would be the first examples for the next lesson. Stage fright was not a good excuse. Exhibitionism was also part of our duties, so Oryll promised to drill the fear out of us if he had to.
Yet the moment the class was released for the day, the man called out my name. "Priestess Nariana, can I speak to you for a moment?"
"We'll wait," Eladehl said, heading toward our guardians.
I worked my way through the flow of bodies trying to leave until I reached the front of the class. "Yes, Priest Oryll?"
"I want to make this clear," he told me. "You are not a Priestess of the Body. Yes, I know you have all five Paths, but that's just it. You were selected forall fiveof them. If you are not proficient at this, then move on to something you can handle. I have no problem recommending you for another section of this priesthood."
"And my guardian?" I asked him, since only Priests of the Body were assigned a personal protector by our god.
Amerlee had used me being matched with a guardian to convince the High Priest that this should be my primary education. Multiple times, it had worked. Guardians were marked to match only a single person during their Choosing ceremony. Their entire job was to protect a Priest or Priestess of the Body. Hence, if I had a guardian, it made sense that I belonged here as my primary Path.
