Tundora was the oldest of the apprentices. She would not see the other girls again unless they, too, were selected to become initiated priestesses. Not all the girls would be chosen. Only the ones who had developed great beauty were allowed to enter the temple of love. When the twin moons were at their fullest, another young woman was chosen to satisfy the giants. Like her…this day.

The administrations to her body felt pleasant, comforting, as they always did, but it had become a daily ritual and as regular as their meals. She tried to bury her thoughts of never seeing her friends again. They had become like her family, and she loved them as she would love sisters. She pretended to be on fire, to want more, just like she’d have to do once she was a priestess and had to please the giants. Yet to this day, she had never experienced the ecstasy she should feel, the ultimate delight the priestesses talked about. The euphoria she would supposedly feel when she had her first session of love with a male, with a giant. The girls continued to stroke her. She felt their fingers enter her vagina, but her clitoris didn’t throb, her stomach had no butterflies in it, and no pleasant sensations attacked her body or made her twin hearts beat faster.