Indriana: The Making of a Priestess - Chapter 1

Indriana sat in a large, ornately decorated chair with a high winged back. It was covered in a fine plush red material and had wide comfortable arms. The room was dimly lit, and shadows cast by candlelight obscured the corners of the room and revealed only the large bed in the center. A mirror on the wall at the head of the bed reflected the weak light and made the room seem brighter than it really was. Outside the room floorboards creaked as persons walked by, the sounds of doors opening and closing alternately ushering in and then taking away pairs of feet and their owners. A small bell chimed three times and Indriana arose from her chair and turned toward the door.

She plucked a small vial from the top drawer of her dresser and said a prayer to her goddess. “Allorn hear my prayer tonight, protect me in your loving sight, true belief favors right, keep me healthy and free of child this night.” And with that, she upended the vial and swallowed the contents, noting as always the pleasant taste of vanilla and one other item that no one could ever name. Wrapped in a curve hugging dress that was nearly transparent, Indiana exited her room and bounded down the stairs, eager to join the other young women in the foyer.

At the bottom of the stairs Indriana found herself sixth in line. Though she herself was raven haired, the others were blond, red haired and brunette. All were well proportioned, some with larger breasts and some, like Indriana, with very average sized assets. The size of said assets did not have a large effect on the overall number of customers that selected her, though the larger breasted girls did think they had an edge. “Indriana,” Morgan the house mother called, “Step forward.”

There were no scowls or looks of disappointment on the other girls' faces as the black haired beauty stepped out of line, clearly the selection of the cowled figure standing just inside the door and next to Morgan. The cowled figure nodded once, and Morgan said, “Back to your rooms now.”

Indriana reached out for the cowled figure, but he did not offer an arm or hand. She turned toward the stairs, “Follow me please.”

She led her quiet and mysterious caller up the stairs and into her room. Once inside and the door shut, Indriana said not a word as she faced her customer, pulled the sash from about her waist and shrugged the dress to the floor with a practiced flair. She then climbed on the bed, displaying her shapely ass and flared pussy for his benefit. Even without checking she knew she was wet and ready for him. She turned and sat on the bed, spreading her legs to give him a good view of her inflamed pussy as she started to finger herself. “I am ready when you are, good sir. Please don't make me wait. Or beg.”

A chuckle came from under the cowl, and it was not the laugh of a man. Indriana stopped her hand, not embarrassed so much as surprised by the sound. “I've not been with many ladies, but I am certain I can please you,” she said.

Delicate hands emerged from the cloak and pushed the cowl back to reveal a beautiful woman. Indriana guessed her age at no more than thirty summers, for there were no lines on her face and her features were perfect. Her lustrous red hair was in a pony tail, probably to keep it hidden under her cowl. The woman unbuttoned her cloak and with equal ease, shrugged it to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a shimmering blue dress, one looking as made from silk and clinging to every part of her body. Indriana found her eyes drawn to the woman's chest and the largest and most beautiful breasts she had ever seen. Somehow the dress exposed more of those remarkable breasts than it covered, and yet it still remained in place. Indriana moved to a kneeling position on the bed, still watching the other woman.

“You are Indriana?”

The raven haired beauty nodded, unsure of what exactly was going on.

“This will be easier and faster if you speak to me.”

“Yes, miss. I am Indriana.”

“Do you recognize me?”

An eyebrow raised, and then both eyebrows shot up and her mouth dropped open as she recognized the High Priestess of the Temple. She made the sign of Allorn, touching both index fingers to her nose then crossing her hands to place her fingertips on her nipples then crossing them back to their respective nipples to complete the triangle, and whispered, “Forgive me, Mother”, using the woman's formal title.

Another chuckle. “Nonsense child. Look at me.” When the younger woman did so, she said, “Will you find it easier to speak to me if you put on some clothes?” Indriana shook her head slowly.

The High Priestess sat in the high-backed chair and ran her fingertips over the arms. “My name is Tessa. Would you like to know why I am here?”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Quit being so formal. I told you my name so you would use it.”

“Yes, Tessa.”

“Better. Rumor has it that you enjoy your work more than any other in the city. Would you say that is true?”

“Tessa, I hardly know what everyone else in the city thinks.”

“Don't fence with me. You know what I am asking you.”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Yes, Tessa. And what do you mean by yes?”

“I mean that yes, I enjoy myself immensely.”

“It is unlikely you would have that reputation if you were simply an accomplished actress, but for what I would propose I must be certain.” Tessa stood and put her face an inch from Indriana's, the look was all business.   “Word has just reached me of a terrible tragedy in Korath. An earthquake has injured more than a third of the city's people, and the Temple of Allorn was severely damaged. The Temple's store of the elixir will be gone within a couple days as the demand for its healing power quickly depletes their supply. It is worse still because they cannot provide more. We are the nearest Temple.” Tessa looked into Indriana's eyes, “Will you aid the god?”

Indriana nodded. “Yes, Mother. But I have no idea what I can do to help.”

“You will understand soon enough,” Tessa said, smiling. “You are to come to the Temple in one hour. Tell no one where you are going.”

“What of my pay for tonight?”

“I have already secured your services for the evening.”

Indriana bowed, “Yes, Mother.”

Tessa donned her cloak and once again hid herself fully under the cowl. Without any more words she opened the door and left the room, leaving Indriana nude on the bed and alone with her thoughts.

Continued in Chapter 2