The Insatiate Priest

By Luna Theobroma

Affluent Raj establishes a fake temple to attract childless, infertile women who seek blessings for fertility. In the name of the Lord, the desperate devotees offer their bodies generously to conceive a child. Taking advantage, he fulfills his sexual cravings not only with a variety of barren young women but also with fresh girls who end up sacrificing their maidenheads. All his activities are for mutual pleasure, yet he shows gratitude by rewarding them liberally. Despite his countless obstacles, he accomplishes his objectives conveniently. Later, he encounters challenges from his own family and law enforcement. Ultimately, unexpected enemies bring about his destiny.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luna Theobroma
• Release date: Feb 5, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224909384

Luna Theobroma

About the Author Thank you for reading my book.  If you enjoyed it, please take a moment to leave me a review at your favorite retailer. Please visit your favorite ebook retailer to discover other books by Luna Theobroma: Other books by this author 1.Perla's Ecstasy 2.My Sir: A Girl's Confession 3.Professor Antonioni 4.The Petite Twins 5.The Muria Tribe and Our Sexuality 6.   Sapphism: the aesthetics of lesbianism Here are the social media coordinates: [e-mail] https://www.facebook.com/luna.theobroma. https://lunatheobroma.wixsite.com/mysite  https://twitter.com/LTheobroma

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Contents

Introduction        3

Chapter    1  Two Lost Associates   6

Chapter    2   Immoral Lanky Woman   31

Chapter    3  Two Sexy Teens    51

Chapter    4  The Lost Cow    79

Chapter    5  The Elegant Lady    91

Chapter    6  The Weird Tribal Woman      116

Chapter    7  The Raid        135

Chapter    8  Fake Defloration       157

Chapter    9  The Amazonian Wrestler      177

Chapter 10  The Midget         188

Chapter 11  Crucial Tribal Revolt        214

Epilogue              219

Glossary           221

Introduction

Nestled in the Barabar Mountains, Gaya is the most deprived region in the state of Bihar, India. In the wretched 1960s, with buildings crumbling, fields sitting vacant, and parched land hampering farming and worsening the situation, cottage industries were declining. But dedicated pastoral dwellers find creative ways to survive in the valleys.

The priest, Raj Sharma, was a fine-boned, broad-shouldered, tall man in his early forties. He shared the weather-beaten, dark skin of most of the males in his region. A well-oiled crop of thick black hair that was combed to a luster enhanced his appearance. His neatly trimmed black beard added a macho look to his smarts.

When young, he was a martial arts coach but lost his career to many sexual harassment cases involving underage female students. Since being forced out of his profession, he has focused on the real estate business. Now, of course, owning a few houses and many farms in the area, Raj became an affluent businessman.

He had fathered four children in his own family. But, now unhappy with the monotonous sex life with his wife, he developed the desire to have fun with fresh village women. But, living in a rural area where the villagers are religious by nature, the opportunities for such activities are extremely limited.

Women’s fertility is abundant in the village and beyond. But he was aware that there were so many infertile, barren females in the area. Their society treats them like a piece of dirt. Often, they face abuse, ill-treatment, and even torture. Simply put, villagers consider such women to be evil creatures who bring bad luck to them. And they have no place in their culture, so they are desperate to get pregnant by any means.

Crafty Raj was well aware of their dilemma. As a contrivance to have sexual pleasure with the faithful but infertile young women in the village, he decided to be a priest.

His sole motive was to welcome the childless, destitute women to his temple. With his fake divine powers, he could bless them to be fertile. By doing so, he could seduce the female devotees and thereby enjoy sex with a variety of tender women.

To establish a temple, he selected one of his houses. It stood on top of a hill, a short distance from the high road. Having its own compound, it was isolated from other houses. He thought this would be the ideal spot, as curious villagers could not see the temple activities. After spending a lot of his funds, he converted the house into a proper temple.

The exterior of the house was decorated with prayer flags that hung limp and lifeless from their masts. The main entrance door had many symbols and decorations, including an ancient swastika, to give devotees the impression of a true divine center.

He organized the interior of the place to look exactly like a true temple, or mandir. For that, he built an altar where there were many graven figures of gods and goddesses. The statue of the goddess Parvati had a prominent place at the altar, as she was well known for fertility. On the other hand, to deceive the devotees, he placed a graven figure of the male sex organ, or linga, of the Hindu god Shiva. The altar was completed with a row of brass bells to jingle when praying. He kept a conch shell to blow as part of his devotion. Rows of oil lamps and incense sticks on the altar enhanced the divine setting.

He arranged a narrow, low bed in front of the altar. The sole purpose was for his devotee, or rather, the childless woman, to lay on it during the blessing session.

He made sure to have proper restroom facilities adjoining the prayer room. He installed a rack loaded with clean towels and white loincloths.

In addition to all that, he made a human-sized male sex organ with soft rubber material. He crafted the phallus in such a way that it looked exactly like a natural male sex organ—simply, it was a homemade rubber dildo. He was happy that it would serve the purpose of stimulating and teasing women to arouse their sexual feelings before using his organ.

To attract passing villagers’ attention, he erected a prominent signpost at the front of the building. It read in their native language, ‘Blessing for Fertility.’ Now, everything was going smoothly as a marriage bell, and he was hopeful of sensational sessions with his infertile devotees.

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Chapter 1

Two Lost Associates

As part of publicity for the temple, he had the habit of praying twice a day. During these sessions, chanting religious stanzas, jangling bells, and clattering drums fill the temple and spill out too. Rows of burning oil lamps light the gloomy interior of the temple. Blue smoke rising from the incense sticks fills the dimly lit room, giving it a divine atmosphere. Finally, blowing a conch shell aloud ends the session.

One lucky morning, routinely, he completed his morning praying session. Expecting a barren woman to appear for her blessing, he began tidying the graven figures on the altar. Amidst that, he heard a light tapping on the main door. Curious, he stepped hurriedly to the door. Oh, this must be my lucky day, was on his mind. As he peered out, a young woman in a bright blue sari stood courteously outside the door. Her neatly-combed, glistening black hair impressed the priest at once. Not having visited a temple alone and being nervous to be with a noble priest, her heart was pounding under her clean red jacket.

Having seen the familiar face of the villager, he said, Oh, you. I have seen you in the village.

Yes, sir. Once I saw you in the village too. Her words tumbled out with her natural shyness.

He sat quite upright at the table and gestured for her to sit on the low bench in front of him. Okay, now tell me your story, or rather, your problem. No doubt, I can assure you, all your wishes will come true. Running a hand through his hair, he beamed at her bright brown eyes.

Despite her dry mouth and her tension, she began her story. Sir, when I was sixteen, I eloped with a man from another village.

For her emotions, her eyes were already welled with tears. Yet, she said, shyly looking down to avert his piercing eyes. Since then, we have lived together for the last three years, but sadly, no babies.

Easy, pretty easy. Simply follow my instructions, he said authoritatively, no second word about it. You will be hugging a baby in your safe hands this time next year.

Hearing it, she blossomed instantly, and tears of happiness sprang into her eyes. A light smile appeared on her face. Now confident of having a cuddly baby one day, dabbing at her eyes, she asked, What instructions, sir?

Then, handing her a piece of paper, he explained clearly to her to note down the first day of her menstruation. And then he told her to visit his temple over three successive days, beginning on the thirteenth day after her first menstruation day.

She was so keen and made a mental note of it. Then she took the little piece of paper into her hand, folded it nicely, and then tucked it under her bra.

My dates are coming soon, sir... Maybe even tonight, she said triumphantly, looking into his eyes again. He noticed her eyes shimmering with happiness.

Good news, good news... see you soon.  He cheered her on.

Paying respect to the noble priest, she kneeled in front of him. Then, keeping her hands clasped together, she bowed low. "Namaskar!, sir."

Still sitting at his table, feeling over the moon, he watched the slim and tender, long-haired woman disappearing from his vision. My lucky day, my first victim, he thought and sighed in relief.

Since then, as usual, he continued his devotions. As a result, especially the loud praying attracted all sorts of infertile women from the village and beyond. Some were young teenagers like Rena, and some others were mature women who had spent miserable, childless marriages over many decades. And some others were in between the two extremes.

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Since she returned home from the temple, Rena has strictly followed his instructions. After spending about a fortnight edgily, at last, her lucky day dawned. Thinking of what would happen at the temple, exposing her body to the morning sun, she completed her well-bath. Dressed in a clean white sari, she prayed briefly at her outdoor praying center, asking the gods that her visit to the temple for fertility be a success.

Once indoors, turning her body this way and that, she checked her young looks in front of the dusty dresser. Then she enhanced her natural beauty by dabbing talcum powder. Now ready, with the hope of carrying a baby one day, a handbag dangling down her shoulder, she left home. How can I get the male seeds into my womb to get pregnant? Maybe the Lord will materialize and send me some miracle stuff, she thought.

Hearing the jangling of bells from a distance, her heart began pounding under her white jacket. Despite that, she appeared politely at the main entrance to the temple. As she peered in, seeing the dimly lit praying chamber filled with blue incense smoke, her excitement worsened, and her heart raced.

"Namaskar! Good to see you back." The priest welcomed her to the divine center.

Bowing low, she greeted him back, "Namaskar!"

He had planned to have sexual pleasure with her at the end of praying. So to get her consent for sex, he asked, Where’s your husband? Then he went on, looking into her bubbly eyes, To give precious male seeds into your womb?

Rena was shocked and confused. With wide-eyed surprise, she looked around the room to see what to do. She thought, how can I find him here when he stays in a faraway place? Then she said through her trembling lips, He works in a faraway town...comes home now and then.

But we need the seeds soon after the blessing.

Soon after the blessing...a bit of a problem, sir. Isn’t it? A finger under her chin, thinking deeply, she asked.

But the Lord can materialize the seeds through His servant, this priest.

Oh, if that’s the case, I’m happy to get whoever’s. I don’t care whose seeds they are, as long as they work. So desperate for her conception, Rena gave him the green light to go ahead with his organ.

Pleased with her decision to commence the praying session, he told her, Just follow me.

Then he began leading her to the back of the temple. She was curious, but silence reigned. Looking around for any nosy neighbors, Rena followed him diligently and ended up in the washroom. Handing her a fresh towel and a clean white loincloth, he told her, Clean and change into these clothes. It’s customary for every visitor.

Once he departed, she began undressing her sari and the rest. Now semi-nude, still shy to expose her body to any prying eyes, and looking around for any onlookers, she began her ablution. Stripping her leftover clothing, she became stark naked. Oh, Lord! Please help me. I have never done this in my whole life, now paralyzed in shyness, she thought. Nevertheless, once she wrapped her nakedness in the loincloth, she felt more comfortable and was ready to enter the praying chamber. Yet, respecting the noble priest, without taking the initiative to enter the temple, she stood still on the wet floor. I have a clean body and a faithful heart devoted to the Lord. So please make my temple visit a success, she prayed silently.

The priest pushed the door open and gestured for her to enter the temple. Come inside, Rena.

Utterly curious yet taking courage, she left everything to the mighty Lord and followed him respectfully to the interior of the temple.

Surprising her, she found out she was in a dimly lit praying room. For a few seconds, she couldn’t distinguish much indeed; her eyes had been dazzled by the bright, mid-morning sunlight in the washroom. And Rena’s excitement worsened. As her vision gradually returned to normal, she could perceive a gleam with the golden glow of flickering oil lamps scattered everywhere. As she stood still like another statue, she could see many incense burners. In a moment, the gently rising sweet scent in the windless air calmed her nervous mood. Rena knew the sole purpose of incense was to increase the rate of vibration in the area in which it was burned and in those within that area. Seeing graven figures of well-known gods and goddesses on the wide altar comforted her mind further. With that, her confidence in pregnancy deepened.

This is going to be a long session. Are you prepared for it? The priest asked, gesturing her to the narrow bed placed in front of the altar. Respecting him, she nodded her understanding. Curious, she squinted her eyes and found out it was freshly done with clean bedding. I hope I won’t fall asleep in the middle of the praying session, she thought while lying down on it cautiously. Now Rena was lying in bed, her head on a pillow, and she was directly facing the altar. The only cladding on her was the loincloth tied around her breasts that draped down her body to her knees. Simply, under dim light, she looked like another statue of a goddess.

Dressed in a white dhoti and bare top, he was always busy organizing the session. A garland across his chest and ash marks on his forehead gave him the looks of a proper Hindu priest. As he began the session by blowing the conch shell, Rena rose from her lying position to sit up in bed. That’s not all. She began the event sitting in the lotus position and keeping her clasped hands on her forehead. While at the altar, he began reciting stanzas and, from time to time, jangling bells. Having a brass urn of smoldering incense in hand, he kept on darting from one figure to the next. He repeated the process, scurrying from one statue to the next for a long while. Finally, swelling his cheeks like two balloons, he blew a conch shell again.

When the time arrived to bless the devotee for her fertility, he stepped down from the altar and reached Rena. He handed her a sacred linga or a human-size rubber phallus. Keep holding this for blessing you.

So, with all her faith, holding it with both hands, she kept it on her forehead. Then he sprinkled holy water on her body. Next, he began blessing her with the blue smoke arising from the brass urn in his hand. He circled it around her head seven times and then reached her chest. Her heart began to pound underneath her trim breasts when his hand fell upon her tied loincloth. Then he solemnly pulled it away. Instantly, it fell to her lap, exposing her trim little breasts with pointed brown nipples. Paralyzed in shame, she felt she should conceal them. Unfortunately, both her hands were holding the precious object or the phallus. Now shy but helpless and reacting to her semi-nakedness, she wriggled her body here and there. Yet he noticed, with her arousal, that her little nipples were distending. But, ignoring her shyness, he went further down to the lower body parts.

While murmuring mantras, he pressed her head gently for her to lie back in bed. Next, in a flash, her loincloth disappeared from her body into his hand. That left stark-naked Rena lying in bed. Utterly shy, she had the urge to bring both her hands to cover her hairy pubis instantly. Not having free hands to hide it, she stayed calm, giving him all the liberty for a successful blessing. Finally, Rena was lying stark naked, her breasts pointed up, her slim midriff, and her flat belly with the tiny belly button exposed to his curious eyes. Both her slender legs stay together, leaving a well-protruded, thick ebony bush at the juncture of her thighs. He began to scan his eyes more intensively over the curly-haired black patch and the furrow underneath it. In a moment, her slimy secret lips will come apart for my pleasure, he thought with great eagerness. Yes, the pleasure of exploring the tender body of nineteen-year-old Rena.

Despite her nakedness, Rena was holding the phallus with all her faith, hoping to conceive a baby soon. Ignoring her natural shyness, he slid the two legs apart and bent both her legs at the knees. With everything open, he developed the urge to enjoy himself with her gorgeous body. Holding the smoldering urn, the priest began blessing her open thighs. He paid special attention to her pubic region, where the entrance to her womb lies. Languor had already taken over her, and her excitement was such that her lips began to tremble ceaselessly. At this moment, Rena felt her insides flooding with her natural juices. Once he completed the blessing, preparing for the lusty act, he left the smoking urn by the bed.

Feeling over the moon to have sexual pleasure with a gorgeous young woman, his blood began to boil. He felt his sleeping organ gaining life, straining his underwear. With a feeling of urgency, he left the garlands on the altar and began stripping his cladding. Rena, having her interiors already wet in anticipation of a great time with the noble priest, watched him undress. After shedding his outer garment, the dhoti, he pulled the briefs down the legs. Shocking young Rena, his ferociously extended sexual weapon jumped out like a jack-in-the-box. Seeing such an organ, tingles ran through her entire body, and she glued her eyes to the projected-out ramrod. Not having had sex with her husband for a long while, the sight had inflamed her lust to an extreme.

Bouncing the erect organ in the air, he stepped hurriedly toward her. Rena felt her sex organ dripping wet and oozing out too. So eager to swallow his shaft in her wet canal, her legs parted further expectantly.

As he approached her, her excitement was such that her heart began to race. The priest was in a rush to complete his task without much delay for the privacy of the temple. Now isolated in the gloomy chamber, he knelt between her open thighs. Then he began beating his rigid rod directly over her already erect little beak that lies between her wet secret lips. Rena felt sensational, and naturally, lava began welling up in her organ. After a while, her feelings were intolerable, and she began emitting tiny cries of joy. Her insides were churning to receive the penis hurriedly. For that, inviting his tool into her cavity, she extended her thighs to their widest capacity. Not shy, parting the slimy lapels apart with all her fingers, she whispered, Come to me quickly.

With her lucky invitation, he cleared the pathway to be free from the thick ebony fur. He wielded the base of his weapon with one hand and slid the turgid knob between her seeping lips. As he gave a gentle thrust, it slid smoothly through her slippery canal. His feelings were such that he thought nobody had opened up her canal for a long while. On the other hand, in desperation for more, naturally, both her arms encircled him for intimacy. She clung to him in trust and confidence that he would do the rest for her conception. And she prayed for it too. As he went on thrusting his hips, after a while, he could feel his organs engulfed deep within her warmth. Similarly, she felt it had stretched, opened, stuffed up, and filled the seeping flesh of her channel. She had supreme pleasure, as she was fuller than she had ever imagined. Not having had her pit open for a long time, it was now stretching and opening, so she was enjoying the sensational feeling while gulping and swallowing.

Her urge was such Rena began thrusting her hips up against his baton ceaselessly. Similarly, with an urgency to end his task, he was pumping at a tremendous pace. The smoke-filled room made his already hot body pour down with sweat. Ignoring it, he continued his savage thrusting continually.

After going on for a while, her crop of long black hair had gone wild, spreading all over the pillow. Rena felt the whole world shaking, creaking, and tumbling crazily. Is the temple falling upon me? She wondered. In a moment, with a moaning wail of ecstatic release, she collapsed to dead stillness. Panting heavily and ending all her movements, she stayed like a vegetable. No sooner than that, the priest, groaning aloud, collapsed on her, forcing his sweated, boiling body against the slender, naked woman underneath him.

The wonder of wonders happened as he collapsed on her. Throbbing intermittently, his mighty organ spurted hot lava deep into her canal with the prospect of her desperate pregnancy. Spurting whipped her to a frenzied pitch. For pregnancy, to suck every drop of it deep into her womb, she repeatedly pushed her hips up against his. Finally, peace descended upon her, and she rested, expecting millions of sperm to reach the very interior of her womb to create another soul. Yes, the tiny tadpole-like creatures were darting, swimming inside her womb, but only the Lord knows if one of those had succeeded in linking her precious egg. Thus, they both, now dissolved in bliss, began to repose one over the other.

After a long while, when they came back to their normal senses, shocking them, both were drenched in sweat. His soggy, limp organ had slipped out of her sodden pubis. Realizing it was the temple and hence a risk of privacy, two satiated nude bodies drifted apart. Soon, he began to wrap his nakedness in the dhoti hurriedly.