The Acolyte (Part 1)

I stood alone in the clearing composing myself, my sheer acolytes dress swirling about me. I closed my eyes feeling the power welling within my twenty-year-old body. It began in my abdomen before spreading quickly to my extremities, and I concentrated harder, willing it into my hands, focussing it, and directing it to my target.

Three clay pots filled with water stood on pedestals before me, and it was the central one that I sought to destroy. Panic threatened to overwhelm me as the power surged through my arms numbing my fingers and sending tremors throughout my body. I completed the mental link to my target and released the energy. It left me in a rush, shattering the pot and swirling the water, before dissipating it in every direction. I had done it. My elation was tinged with pain, as I staggered back from the sudden release of energy. I felt weak, exhausted and nauseous. The energy had left me in its entirety, draining me completely. As I grew stronger that would not happen; I would learn to keep some in reserve enabling me to function.

I gathered myself, and concentrated on the pot to my left, but I was spent; it barely wobbled. A sudden rustling in the bushes to my right distracted me and I called out.

‘Hello? Whose there?’

The rustling intensified, and I rushed to the bushes just in time to see a naked man stumble over his puddle of clothes and sprawl in the mud. As he struggled to his feet I saw his huge balls swinging between his legs. He had his back to me and realising that he had been caught, grinned at me over his shoulder before turning to face me. The breath caught in my throat as I came face-to-face with my first real cock. It was firmly erect and speared menacingly from his hairy groin. His muddy hand slid down its formidable length, exposing more of the fat, mushroom head, and causing me to blush furiously.

‘Like what you see acolyte? Want me to fuck it into your tight virgin hole?’

I had every right to be angry. I should have screamed at him to leave this holy place, but the words wouldn’t come. I simply stood before him as he fisted his thick cock, his eyes roaming over my nakedness and lingering on my thick-lipped, hairless cunt.

I wasn’t completely naked of course, but my diaphanous gown was transparent as he clearly knew it would be. Thick clothing dissipated energy so acolytes wore the supplied dress of the finest gauze for tests.

I passed a hand self-consciously over my exposed pussy and another over my heavy breasts, my gaze fixated on the man`s pulsing organ.