Temple of the One - 1

Hush! 

The Head Priestess chastised me silently before I even opened my mouth. She turned and glided down the passage, towards the sanctum; I followed, in her wake.

The sunlight dimmed and the steady flame of the torches, mounted high on either walls, lit our path in a red-orange glow. I could hear the faint sounds at the end of the corridor, they were offerings to the One. 

I was going to see the spectacle of the patrons and the priestesses with their acolytes. I was an acolyte now, not a neophyte, I reminded myself. I was going to meet the priestess under whom I'd serve and learn and one day if I was truly blessed as they claimed me to be, I might experience the Visitation. I tried to calm myself and slow my thundering heart. I didn't want the Head Priestess to chide me again.

The songs of passion were clearer now; I picked up the individual notes. A keening, a grunt, a moan, a growl, and the percussion of flesh slapping on flesh. We arrived at the end of the passage. 

This was the sanctum. There was no idol or shrine like in the temple of the lesser gods and goddesses, for the One was everywhere life thrived, and in the sanctum, life was celebrated in its primal form, stripped off all trappings of society. 

I tried not to stare at the tangle of flesh, engaged in coitus in the alcoves set into the walls. I was but an acolyte fresh, the visions and the sounds and the aromas, worked their magic inside me, drawing both fire and water from my body, my dominant elements. 

The High Priestess halted before the mouth of one of the chambers. Inside, a priestess seated high was serviced by a patron, an elderly woman with grey hair and splotched skin. The woman was lapping at the nectar dripping from the priestess' cunt, while two acolytes kept her imprisoned in that position. Fire and water - sapphic dominance. My breath caught at the tableau before me, this would be where I begin my service to the One.