Prologue In the swirling mist of forgotten history, one solitary god, the marble white deity, Phallus, reigned supreme over all of Kharbah, the land of men. At the foot of the Cold Mountains stood his High Temple, overseeing the walled city of Je’Mah. Inside the temple, on the black throne of power in the dark divine chamber, sat the five foot naked god, hidden behind his enormous erect phallus. His pride and joy stood three feet high between his legs, its circumference of two and a half feet. He was a fearsome ruler, commanding absolute obedience from his followers. His subjects were brutish men, the women comely wenches. Phallus enjoyed their worship of his enormous white member, especially when two women would wrap their arms around his large cock, stroking their naked breasts and bodies up and down his magic wand. How he longed to fuck a pussy, but he could never enter their small cunts with his big dick. That was the reason he summoned Yarba, his high priest, into his divine presence.Sitting on his throne, Phallus had a difficult time seeing Yarba. His erection constantly obscured his vision. Resting his white forearms on his massive cock and pushing it a little forward and to the side, he peeked around his shaft to see the high priest. Phallus feared Yarba’s ambition. The little prick craved power as much as Phallus and the shit might turn on his god. At least Yarba had a small dick. One thing that pissed off the god with the big flesh lance more than any other thing was the constant complaints of the men. At every prayer meeting, at every sacrifice, and at every worship service, the men begged for stiffer cocks. Phallus confessed only to himself, that in his choice of a people to rule, he had made a little evaluation error. He had to decide between the lack of intelligence and stiff penises. It was easier to manipulate the dumb brutes of Kharbah, than the beautiful peoples of Shyriman or Eros. Although Phallus could perform miracles, more tricks than actual miracles, he could not enlarge small penises. Nevertheless, as the saying goes, in the land of the small cocks, the big dick rules. Phallus had an idea that might appease the people and remove Yarba’s influence over the masses. If Yarba failed, one problem would be solved. If he succeeded, Phallus still would have more power than Yarba.“O, Magnificent One, how may I be of service?” asked Yarba, laying prostrated on the cold floor in front of Phallus. “I have heard the prayers of my people,” said Phallus, running his white hand over his naked white scalp. He was the only one in Kharbah without hair. “Which prayers, o holy One?” “Don’t act dumb with me. You know full well that the men want stiffer dicks.”“Yes. I heard.” Yarba raised his body to full height. “The men have trouble dominating their wives and mistresses with their soft penises. Now they have to slap or kick the women around to keep them under control.”“Precisely. Not that violence is such a bad thing. Sometimes women deserve what they get.” Phallus stroked his cock absentmindedly. “Never mind. I am sending you on a fucking quest. I want you to steal the Holy Cunt of Calypso in the city of Pudenta. When you return….”“Excuse me, your holiness. Pudenta is on the island of Eros, beyond the land of Shyriman, across the sea. How the fuck do you expect me to travel all the way there and ba…?”“Were you not the lover of Randith, the high priestess of that whore Calypso? Use her, you idiot. Must I do all the thinking for you? Use your fucking brains, the little you got. Now get out of my sight and bring the Cunt to me.” Alone with his own thoughts, Phallus was unsure of what he will do with the pussy, or how it will help the complaining men. Maybe it would be big enough to slip his cock in. Chapter 1 Zenoi was where he was Ankara escort trained to be, between the spread legs of a beautiful woman, pleasuring her most sacred place. Caressing Lady Irene’s vulva softly with his hands, he opened her outer lips to grant him access to her glistening inner sanctum. Like most women of Eros her pubic hair was shaved in the shape into her family crest. He wanted to taste her, but held back a little longer to prolong her pleasure by heightening her desire. With his thumb, he rubbed her clitoris, while he inserted two fingers into her holy entrance. Touching the cushion on the inner wall of her velvet tunnel, he could feel the build-up of her delight emanating from deep within her being.The Lady was his fourth appointment for the morning, and he had already come twice.Zenoi loved his calling as a priest in the Temple of Calypso and judging from their loud expressions of ecstasy and the satisfied smiles of the female devotees, he was good at his job in pleasuring them. The one thing that separated him from their husbands and lovers was that he always tried to discover the secret desires of the devotees. Then he mustered all his talent to fulfil those wishes. This way Zenoi got to know the most intimate secrets of many people living in Pudenta and considered it a great responsibility to honour that trust.He looked up from between her legs, over the horizon of her firm breasts and saw the rapture on her face. A soft moan escaped from between her clenched pure-white teeth and over her pink lips. She rolled her head from side to side in ecstasy and as Zenoi wriggled her engorged clit, she threw her blond head backwards and arced her back, lifting her bottom cheeks from the bed. He lowered his mouth to her dripping pussy and slowly licked and sucked on her sensitive clit. His tongue slipped between the pink folds of her puffy lips to sample her nectar. It tasted like sweet honey with a touch of lemon, and he wanted more. He drank from her fountain, feeling life return to his flaccid penis. Lady Irene’s body was shaking, as her climax swept through her body. She kicked out her legs and flopped on her back, spent. Zenoi crawled over her prostrate, shaking body and kissed her navel, the underside of her breasts and sucked on her protruding nipples. He slowly moved his hands over her body, caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers. She pulled his face towards her mouth to lick her own juices from his lips. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, swirled it around and proceeded to suck on his tongue.Lady Irene groped for his now erect penis to push it into her waiting valley of pleasure. However, before he could insert his cock into her waiting pussy, Randith, the High Priestess walked into the chamber. Irene unceremoniously dumped Zenoi on the floor and quickly bowed before Randith.“I hope I have not offended you, Your Holiness,” stammered Lady Irene with her naked ass in the air. Zenoi bowed respectfully as a temple priest is supposed to and saw the concern in Randith’s eyes but also the smile on her face when she saw his erect member. She quickly pumped it a few times and manoeuvred Irene’s face to his penis.“Suck him off, quickly. I have some business with him.”“But, your holiness, I paid for the full devotion,” came it from the beautiful Lady Irene, before she nearly gagged on Zenoi’s dick.“My dear Lady, I have ordered two of my other priests to take care of all your needs. But first you must finish poor Zenoi off.”Randith, the High Priestess of the goddess Calypso, was an ageless beauty with full breasts, large nipples and a hairless pussy. Seeing her in her transparent holy frock was enough to sent Zenoi’s pleasure over the top, despite the amateurish efforts of Lady Irene. Lady Ankara escort bayan Irene had neglected her devotional duties, maybe because of her booming trade with Shyriman. She would rather make money than make love and that disturbed Zenoi. The people had become obsessed with wealth instead of spreading the love of Goddess to everybody. The impatient Randith bent down to help the poor woman. She kissed Irene on the cheek filled with his cock. Randith took the 9-inch cock from Irene’s mouth and licked and sucked on his purple head. She demonstrated to Lady Irene how to pleasure a man with her hands and mouth. Randith took his cock’s head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it then flicked her tongue over the small opening. Clasping her index finger and thumb beneath the bulb, she enveloped his cock with her mouth. Zenoi’s pulsating member slipped into her mouth and the High Priestess swallowed his sword flesh to the hilt. He could feel the head touching the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock without gagging. The annoyed Randith then took Lady Irene’s hand to play with his balls. It was heaven to have two desirable women wanting to bring him to a climax. When he couldn’t control his pleasure anymore and before he could come, Randith stuck his cock back into Irene’s mouth to receive his white cream. He threw back his blond head and shot his load into the wife of an important man. She swallowed it with joy and smiled like a blessed devotee of Calypso.They left the poor Lady Irene begging for sexual release, but she was not allowed to masturbate in the temple. Once inside, the devotee’s sexual pleasure was an offering to the beloved goddess Calypso. A priest or priestess served as the go-between the divine and humans. Lady Irene didn’t have to wait too long to connect with Goddess because two other priests quickly filled every orifice with their ready cocks. In a small open field next to the Eros River, Xana, a statuesque woman with long dark red hair, surveyed the eight young people before her, looking uncomfortable in their ill-fitting armour. She shifted her eyes from one to another of the eight female and male recruits before her. They looked intimidated and stood around like nervous horses ready to bolt. The centurion who promoted her to this training job had said that her heart wasn’t in the fighting. He wanted soldiers who would kill at a moment notice, and she did not fit the mould. She was competent enough with archery, swords, and short knives and even with the spear, but she didn’t have the guts to stab an opponent or hack him into pieces. It would always be a him, because their enemies, the hoary men of Kharbah, were getting more aggressive by the day. Something bad might still happen and that is why Xana was needed to train new recruits in the martial arts.“Listen up, troops. I am Xana, your insurance against death.” Everyone jumped into what seemed like attention, facing her. At least they got that right. Adjusting her helmet over her raven black hair, Xana stared at her charges, a bunch of misfits. Why would they want to fight? They could easily find work in the temple or even in a tavern. Suddenly her own armour began to choke her and drag her down. In the tropical heat of the Island of Eros too many clothes were always a hindrance and a liability. Besides the heavy armour didn’t feel right. Xana unhooked her chainmail and threw it off. Her helmet was the next to go. “Strip!” Xana pulled off her breastplate. They looked at her as if was crazy. “I said strip, take off your clothes, I want you buck naked within thirty counts.” Xana continued to remove her own clothes till she was naked except for her sandals. She faced them with spread legs and her hands on Escort Ankara her naked hips. Her nipples were as hard as arrows. “I’m waiting.”They stared at her clean-shaven pussy, the protruding clit and wet lips. Two shy ones hadn’t removed an item. Furious, Xana charged at them and ripped their clothes off. That inspired the other reluctant ones to quickly get rid of their own garments.“Now we are equals with a difference. That difference is that I know what to do in combat and you don’t.” She stopped to see the effect of her words. “I’m here to teach you about that difference. If you do exactly what I say, you might survive a battle. If you survive, my job was well done. If you die, I will personally come and get you, rip your lungs out and teach you the lesson again. Do you follow me?” Blank faces greeted her. “I thought so.”“Stick out those tits and peckers. Show me that you are proud warriors of Calypso and great soldiers of Eros.” Xana could feel the hot afternoon sun on her own naked skin. Sweat ran in rivulets between her firm breasts, over her muscled flat stomach, through the folds of her hairless pussy and down her strong legs. “We’ll start with unarmed combat.” Xana looked at a strong young man about her height of six feet with short blond hair and a long penis. “Pesher, attack me.”“What?”“Attack me. See if you can pin me down.” “Huh?”“Are you deaf? Hit me then.” Still nothing. Suddenly Xana lashed out, grabbed his arm and threw him to the ground. “You just died. Okay, let’s start at the very beginning. There are a few easy stands you have to master before you can attack or thwart off an attack. Let me demonstrate.” The rest of the morning Xana put the eight prospective warriors through their gruelling paces and by lunchtime, they were exhausted. Xana had one more command before they break.“I want you to shave off all the hair on your pussies and on your balls.” A loud protest followed but she was adamant. “Just like mine.” They looked again at her pussy.“When you are captured, your family will be safe from reprisals. Yarba knows about our family symbols and he can use it against you.” “But what can he do?” asked a woman.“Don’t you know who Yarba is? As the High Priest Wizard of Phallus of the Kingdom of Kharbah, his evil can reach you anywhere, even where you expect it the least.”With that, she sent them to lunch. They quickly dressed and set off to their homes. Xana didn’t bother to put any of her armour or clothes back on. Removing her sandals, she walked to the river, dived into the clear water and swam to the other side where it was quiet. Once on the riverbank she quickly found a perfect spot to seek guidance from Calypso. Lying on a large flat rock, she faced the sun, and with her hands on her breasts, Xana began her ritual. She closed her eyes, pinched her nipples and gripped her breasts in a clench. Once the sensation became too much to bear, she slid her hands softly over her flat stomach to her waiting pussy. Cautiously Xana circled her vulva with light fingers, barely touching anything. The need to pleasure herself intensified with each circular motion. When she could feel the wetness from her pussy dripping down her crack, she tentatively touched her engorged clit with her middle finger. A ripple of pleasure engulfed her whole body. The sensation increased as soon as she put more pressure on. Ever so gently Xana started rubbing her finger in small circles over her sensitive pleasure knob. Once she increased the circles, her legs began to shake. She quickly slipped two fingers past her puffy pussy lips into her sopping cunt before it was too late. The one thought absorbing her whole being was that making love was more pleasurable than fighting. Pressing her fingers at the front wall of her vagina, Xana’s climax exploded in a blinding flash of light. Then absolute silence.Xana found herself walking on white clouds towards the waiting, naked Calypso, Goddess of Love. Jubilant with emotions overflowing, she knew the Goddess had answered her prayers. She fell on her knees before Calypso and kissed her Sacred Vulva.