Kneeling Before a New Goddess

I noticed he had a headrest and it dawned on me how it would maximize comfort for the male as well as his ability to prolong the cunnilingus. At this realization, I became much wetter. My bush was dark, thick and sculpted into a nice triangle. I wondered what he would think of it. The bishop never cared to even look during his fumbling fucks.

Faber looked up at me and repeated the Obeisance I had heard before but added what felt like a special prayer.

"Thank you, Ulthara, God the Mother, your power resides here. By pleasing this woman, I hope to please you."

Faber began gently licking up my thighs and I could see the hungry lust in his eyes as he breathed in my scent. I could feel his hot breath there and on my vulva. My wetness increased. The first contact of his lips and his kiss there between my legs was like a jolt that almost made me jerk. I felt something just behind my clit spark to life as he began the first laps of his tongue, tentative and slow. I sighed at the sensation and felt warmth radiate from my pussy and begin to expand up and down the length of my body as he continued his cunnilingus. Already I was enjoying myself 10 times more than I ever in masturbation and I felt tears in the corners of my eyes as all my recent trials and troubles slipped away. New sensations were doing that. I felt the lips and surrounding flesh of my vulva suffuse with blood and arousal.

As the expanding warmth moved into my breasts, I lightly pinched and played with my nipples. I did it without conscious thought. My moans and gasps grew louder, almost echoing in the space of the room. As the warmth finished spreading into my head and neck and feet and toes, a switch in me flipped. I could hear Faber moaning with desire and arousal as in our shared lust I felt him become a part of me. His tongue was mine. I knew it. It responded to my movements and moans with precision, fast when I wanted speed, sensual slowness when I wanted that. His mouth and tongue were like a new organ added to me. Just as my heart would answer the commands of my brain in pumping blood, Faber's tongue was answering my wordless commands almost organically. I could also feel in his licks and laps a true devotion that went beyond the carnal. It was true pussy worship, not empty rhetoric.

My hands grasped his head as I ground my pussy against his mouth and chin and nose. I felt truly alive and in command as Faber valiantly struggled to keep up, so much pent-up desire awakened and seeking release. Within seconds the warmth began traveling back to its center, that spot beneath my clit, the place where the fire started. That energy was concentrating, and I felt something slip into my mind, something that almost but finally failed to distract me from my pending orgasm. Instead whatever the mysterious force was its energy suddenly managed to intensify what I was feeling. I quaked in orgasms, gasping for breath, legs involuntarily twitching, and then a small gush onto Faber's face, which was a flushed, wet mess. I fell back into the zero gee chair and collapsed.

My lazy, clouded eyes dimly perceived Faber rise and approach a nook in the wall I hadn't noticed until then. There was a small statue of Olkoth and a series of slots and plates in them at different heights in the pedestal supporting the statue. Faber reached up and wetted his fingers from a pool of oil surrounding the base of the statue. He used this to masturbate there on his knees, resting back on his haunches and then came onto the plate in copious ropes of semen, pearly white seed. Faber grunted as he came.

I stood up from the chair as it descended to the floor. I stood there until I decided to walk to him, drained and slumped slightly forward. When I was a foot away I saw him inhale the natural incense from my pussy. He offered me the plate.

"Please, ma'am?"

Looking at it in my hand, I realized what I had thought from a distance was a handle was in fact a spout.

"Would you please feed it to me?"

I inserted the spout into his open mouth and watched as the cum on the plate drained into his mouth. He sucked on the spout like a calf on a cow's teat. Gratitude and contentment were visible on his face. When the flow slowed to a stop, Faber licked it clean and stacked it in a holder on the floor for the used plates.

He bowed, touched his head to the floor in front of the statue and said, "Thank you, Olkoth. Your seed is my seed. I consume its power."

Faber stood, asked permission to hug me, which I granted and then went to dress. We were mostly quiet as we dressed and exited the temple. I declined his offer to walk me to a teleport, but I asked him about Olkoth and what he had done with his semen. Faber explained that ova and sperm are sacred things among templars. If they can't join to in conception, then the seed must not be wasted. When he explained it was like a priest consuming the left over crumbs of eucharist and wine at the end of a Mass, I understood what he meant. Briefly, he also explained that most male templars were bisexual and also worshiped Olkoth, phallic power and seed.

As I walked the blocks from the teleport to my home, my mind reeled. I would have to learn more about Ulthara and Olkoth. It seemed so different and foreign but this religion intrigued me deeply.

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Of course, I was not completely naive about cunnilingus. I had heard of it, but I ignored it. At first, I ignored it because of my place in the order, then in conformity with the conservative culture in which I had lived until then.

I won't pretend I wasn't conflicted, even feeling guilty, after my encounter with Faber. Sex had been walled off by vows of celibacy and then the idea that it could only be permitted in the context of marriage and family. What was happening to me? I decided what I had done was a sin, but one that could be forgiven. I began praying and saying the rosary. I prayed to the Blessed Virgin Mary.

Nevertheless, after a week of this and staying mostly to myself, I felt lust again. What Faber had awakened would not leave me without a fight, and the more I fought the more it pushed back. I masturbated to orgasm more than once and cried a little now and then.

On the morning of the 14th day after my encounter with Faber, I found myself changed. Lying there, thinking, I realized I was letting my libido have power over me by denying it. I decided I would explore my sexuality on my own, alone, and in that exploration I would understand it and be better able to control it. Hadn't the clergy of my church abused me and then rejected me for that abuse? Why was I letting their judgment continue to have a hold on me? I was equally curious about the Ultharan faith.

For several months, I read its tenets, its central texts and even attended some free virtual classes for the curious. I also began exploring simstim sex, feeling what other women felt and listening and reading about sex in general. This journey wasn't a straight line. I still equivocated, rejected Ulthara, fell back upon my NeoCatholic faith and fell into a semi-agnostic funk, a depression during which I mostly slept, ate sparingly and failed to bathe until forced to by my own need for comfort. I had even started to drink frequently.

What finally lifted me out of this cycle of exploration and depression, what finally drew me in, was a reference to The Raiment. The raiment? Clothes? I have to admit to, despite my lack of style, a fascination with vestments and clothing. What I eventually found in the Ultharan online archive was more like fetish clothing of the early 21st century. (I later learned this after some research). It didn't have the vinyl or bright plastic sheen. It was vanta-black, mysteriously swallowing light and not revealing much detail. The flesh-like nanomaterial could stretch to fit any woman, the literature claimed. Nevertheless, it had cut-outs for breasts and pussy, although patches could cover these areas and attach to the main form of the suit.

Something happened to me on seeing it. I fell in love with it. I sometimes wonder if Ulthara didn't subtly slip into my mind through my implants, but I can't deny my reactions. I got wet just looking at it. I also saw the words, "Take the test and see if you are chosen to wear the raiment."

The test was a patch-in. I thought and thought about it for several minutes. I read. The test was a test of my nervous system and a psych evaluation for compatibility. Desperate for an escape from the mental/emotional hole I was in, I placed the adhesive sense-cord to the node at the base of my skull under the skin there. There was no jolt. Instead, I felt the sensation of slowly sinking into something. Within seconds, the scan was complete and physical compatibility was confirmed. What followed was much more invasive and hard to put into words. I can't describe it as a dialogue but a series of psychological probes and responses. Images flashed before my eyes and my reactions were assessed. The test also would pause for stretches that seemed like hours but were in fact minutes, then would resume again. At the end in my mind's eye, I saw the outline of a woman. She was clear and beautiful in my remembered feelings but my recollection of her appearance is vague now. She said two sentences to me: "You need this. You are worthy."

Just as I slowly as I had sunk, I emerged. On the holographic screen in front of me were the words, "The raiment is ready for you whenever you need it. It waits for you."

There was nothing I could find anywhere about what the raiment would do for me or to me. What did it "want?" Frankly, it was mysterious and somehow that mystery had a greater hold on me than if I had known the answers. It called to me.

I didn't run to it though. I knew it or multiple versions of it were in the Temple of Ulthara, but I distracted myself. I drank more. I wavered and wandered the city aimlessly thinking or trying not to think. After three days of restlessness with only short spans of fitful sleep, I found myself a short distance from the Temple. Did coincidence or unconscious desire lead me there?

I felt myself give into the idea of trying on the raiment. I had to, if only to put my questions and curiosity to rest. I hadn't physically been into the Temple since my encounter with Faber but an attractive young woman in simple clothes was waiting for me inside the main entrance. The Ulthara CAI had identified me to her on her own headvis, I guess.

After a trip of a few minutes up the spiral ramp, I was guided into a large, softly lit room, spacious and dotted with fixtures I now recognize as sex furniture, including a zero g chair like the one I sat in for Faber.

"Here's the raiment, ma'am," the guide said to me. "I'll leave you to try it on."

There it was, shrouded in the gloom of a nook in the wall.

I was so excited to put it on. Once she had left, I stripped completely out of my clothes and touched it for the first time. The material had a unique spongy quality, almost flesh-like, as I pinched it lightly. Instead of putting it on and lifting it from the nook, I went into the nook and pushed it against my naked body. The nanomaterial began to flow over me and in less than a minute it covered me from the bottom of my ankles to an inch above my neckline. A black tendril extended up from the collar to the node, flowing around each follicle of my hair there. I gasped.

Even today I am unclear whether something came over me or if from somewhere inside me a buried confidence and will to power was drawn forth in my mind. My self-doubts vanished into vapor. I'm not sure I truly believed in myself, but I believed in the raiment. I cupped my naked breasts and noticed my nipples were as erect and sensitive as they had ever been. Curious, my hand explore lower the hair and lips of my vulva were moist and I inhaled the scent of my own sex.

I sat in the zero g chair and simply let my mind give into the raiment. Mentally, I wandered through its controls and explored its functions. I was warm, but never too warm. There were no buttons to push per se as it seemed to respond to my thoughts, although some basic functions were integrated into my headvis and could be activated there.

I discovered the patches for my breasts and pussy were in an extra layer adhering to the material over my ass cheeks. I peeled each off and each one flowed to cover these openings. Outloud, I said, "Pleasure me."

The raiment patches became more active gently massaging my nipples and flowing into the folds of my vulva. I moaned at the sensation. The pubic patch sent a tendril of the raiment into my vagina. Instead of taking a phallic shape, it was like a small, long tongue inside me. Images of Eve and serpent came to mind. I intuited the raiment and I were exploring each other, I, its abilities and it, my sensitivities and erogenous zones. It teased and grazed spots inside me, gauging my reactions. In turn, I discovered it could project and expand, lift my breasts or part to reveal only my thick nipples.

On the voice command of "Edge," it ceased function and went dormant, no different than any other pliable fabric. I caught a glimpse of myself in one of the large mirrors in the room. My face was flushed and there was a lingering glassiness to my eyes as my passion cooled.

After a few minutes of thought and reflection on what I wanted to happen next, I said, "Pleasure again with an edge."

Again, the suit began working me over yet now it was reading my vital signs - heart rate, pulse, breathing and sexual neural activity. It brought me to the very brink this second time and stopped. I was almost panting and weeping with frustration, however self-imposed. On the third edge, it grew even more intense. I couldn't take it any longer, but I didn't allow myself an orgasm. Stepping down my arousal was even more difficult.

I made a decision and vaguely recalled seeing something in my research of Ulthara about neophytes. After some fruitless searches, I found it. "Match," I said aloud. Names of neophytes sped by me in my headvis. "Match to my profile for likely submissives," I said, blushing inwardly. Three neophytes were the closest matches and I chose a slender, young man with dark hair and almost no body hair except for thick patches around his cock and in his armpits. He also was in the temple and available on short notice. I summoned him, and he confirmed within seconds.

His ETA was estimated at seven minutes, so I sat and thought and refreshed my memory from the archives as to the protocols and rituals with using a neophyte for the first time. Of course, it was up to the woman, and they only were guidelines. I chose from the menu of options, and by the time he arrived, I knew what I wanted to do with him, more or less. I had elevated the floating chair a couple of feet so that I was above as he entered, stripped and knelt in front of me, torso flat against his legs as he touched his forehead to the floor in front of me.

"I am Ambrose, ma'am. How may I be of use?"

I told him to kiss my feet and then take a seat on the simple stool behind him.

It was then I noticed the chastity patch on his genitals. It was made of a nanomaterial much like mine, but it was white and instead of swallowing light like the vantablack of my raiment, it was almost luminous, containing tiny, curving lines of color like mother of pearl. I had read about the chastity patch, but I had never seen one. It comfortably encased his cock and balls, desensitizing his nerves there and like a traditional cock cage or sheath, limiting its tumescence. Patches also are very hygienic. Using microscopic nanobots, they wick away any pathogens, excess perspiration not needed for skin health and even fungi. When urination is needed, the fabric opens just enough to allow a stream. As with so much technology on Kiel, I continued to be surprised and delighted.

I suspect the algorithms had selected Ambrose in part because his experience as a neophyte was almost as limited as mine as a so-called seeker of Ulthara. Ambrose, I knew, had only served two other women in his three months as a neophyte. They had merely used his oral skills and had not removed his chastity patch. Only a woman can remove it. Any 18-year-old male has pent up sexual energy at almost any time, but Ambrose's looked to be in abundant supply based on the indicators I observed in my headvis.

"I will show you how you will be of use, Ambrose. First, we will talk."

He nodded.

"Why do you want to be a neophyte?"

"To serve the faith and women. I was raised in an Ultharan family."

That interested me. I had not read much about family life in the faith.

"What was that like?"

"It's a good and devout family. My mother is a kind leader, and my father very obedient, along with my older brother. All of us are Temple-born, including my older two sisters."

If I understood the dynamic correctly, that meant none were blood related and the father and older brother, both adults, could sexually serve all the females once they were of age. This was a common but not universal practice among the Templars.

I skipped this potential line of inquiry.

"What was it like to serve the two women you have served as a neophyte?"

"I enjoyed pleasing them, ma'am. To worship their vulvas was a privilege."

"But you weren't allowed an orgasm yourself?"

"No, ma'am," he said with a disappointed but resigned tone.

Without forewarning, I briefly lowered the chair, bent over and removed the patch. I told him he could lube up using the oil from the Olkoth shrine, return to the stool and edge for me.

He was overexcited now as he sat and began quickly stroking himself.

"Slow. Savor the strokes, Ambrose," I said.

He apologized and complied. I noticed his cock was a good length, between six and seven inches but his girth was more impressive and his balls were outsized as well. I felt myself moisten again.

"I am going to allow you three edges before we do anything else, Ambrose."

I wanted him to be on the same level of arousal as myself, and I watched his vitals on my headvis.

"What is your fondest wish in service?"

"I would be honored if a woman took my seed into her holy womb, ma'am."

He wanted to get laid like any man from time immemorial, and I chuckled lightly at his answer.

"Ah, to feel the warmth as she mounts you and squeezes the seed of life from your cock."

That seemed to get him, and I stopped him before he went over the edge.

He gasped as his hands fell loosely to his sides.

"You know that you have to be pegged before that could even be considered, right?"

I'm sure he knew that better than me.

"Yes, ma'am. He who wishes to fuck must first be fucked by an avatar of Ulthara."

When an Ultharan woman penetrates a man's ass for the first time, she is believed to be enacting a mythic moment when Olkoth submitted to Ulthara in the same way. Once he felt and understood, he was allowed to impregnate the Goddess so she could give birth to the universe. Olkoth's submission also was taken to be an acknowledgement of his subordinate status and his inability to create on his own.

I nodded at Ambrose's answer, and ordered him to resume stroking his almost flaccid penis.

Feeling a little playful, I wetted my fingers with the oils of my vulva and wiped a smear under his nose and on his lips.

"You may lick the holy unction," I said.

Ambrose did and moaned involuntarily at my taste. His vitals soared again.

"Stop," I commanded and his arms and hands went limp again.

We were quiet for a minute or two until I broke the silence with another question.

"What has your celibacy been like, Ambrose?"

"I am happy to suffer for the faith and for the sins of the patriarchy, ma'am. My suffering is payment for those sins. I live unsatisfied as did so many women who lived without sexual pleasure or orgasm, who endured genital mutiliation, menstrual cycles and the agony of childbirth."