Acolyte of the Pleasure Goddess Ch. 05-06

The two adventurers were practically frolicking among the stacks of coins. Cenhera was picking through the piles and selecting choice gemstones, holding them in her cupped hands, or cursing as she instinctively slipped one into her pockets, only to have it fall through the illusory garment and bounce off the floor with a gentle ping. Eventually, the tunling began holding gems in her mouth as her hands grew full.

In contrast, her companion was not nearly so discerning. Brynwa was stalking around the room, scooping up armfuls of treasure and walking about in what seemed to be a daze, a beatific smile stretched across her face.

Delyssa stood in the doorway and simply watched. She was amazed by the amount of loot, but also was simply content to enjoy the sight of her companions assume a giddy wonder amidst the gold, jewels and baubles.

"Is this normal for your religion?" Cenhera asked the next time her sweep of the room brought her close to Delyssa. "Do you have hidden vaults of treasure, just like this?"

"No," Delyssa laughed. "At least, I don't think so. What would we do with it all?"

"There's so much you can do," said Brynwa, almost out of breath, the orange torchlight glittering the fighter's brown eyes, making them seem gold themselves, for a moment reminding Delyssa of Kruit. "It's the goddess of pleasure, right? All this gold can buy a whole lot of pleasure."

"What would we buy that we don't already receive for free?" Delyssa wondered out loud. "I think you adventurer sorts would make better use of this than we would."

"You don't know what you're saying," Brynwa said, suddenly insistent. "Campaigners spend their gold on expensive weapons, enchanted sets of armor, and frivolously at the inns and brothels. Never anywhere good."

"Well, then some of it will go to the Temple eventually," Delyssa smiled. "All the brothels in Gra'tan tithe to us in return for the services and protections we give them." She waved for Brynwa to continue circuiting throughout the chamber.

Still, she found their enthusiasm for the treasure inspiring, if not infectious. There was something so simple about the life of the adventurer. The dusty, dry trails under a blazing sun, the heart-pounding and flesh-wounding battles with strange monsters, all led to mere moments like these. When the cash ran dry, she knew, their attention would quickly flit to the next quest, the next reward. The only thing that changed were the individual coins themselves.

She pushed herself away from the doorway and entered the chamber. Now that she was accustomed to the bright light of the fire and torches, she saw that there were more than just coins filling the room. Small tapestries hung on the walls, entirely preserved unlike the ones in that first room of the dungeon. They depicted Saint Mesembre in a variety of scenes, many of them far more explicit than the carved reliefs she had already seen.

Any doubt that Mesembre was a priestess of Shevlana was dispelled. The tapestry to Delyssa's right upon entering the chamber showed her in a fornication that put Delyssa's orgy with her own priestesses to shame. Mesembre was depicted at the center of a great group of men and women, all parts of her put to use. All of her holes were filled, a cock in her mouth, vagina and ass, and another was held between her feet. Each of her arms were extended, hands thrust up between the legs of a pair of naked women. Delyssa made a mental note to herself to study the tapestry even closer later.

The others were similar. The priestess featured in all of them, though some tapestries were such a tangle of limbs and rutting figures that it was a puzzle to pick out Mesembre from the throng. The theme continued across other objects as well. There was a bronze vase in one corner of the room, painted with a scene of Mesembre coupling with a group of satyrs, who carried her aloft in burly arms as they fucked her with what Delysssa hoped were exaggerated cocks.

After she completed a full lap of the room, Delyssa stopped and looked around, trying to piece together the sight of the chamber with what she recalled from her brief vision.

"When you were exploring the rest of the dungeon with Vael, did you see anything like a burial chamber?" she asked Cenhera, who was now working on piling a mound of gemstones in a small clear space in the center of the room.

Cenhera quickly shook her head, dislodging an emerald that had somehow found itself lost in her hair. "Nothing like that, more carvings on the walls. We think we found an entrance, though. There was a room with a great big archway sealed with a boulder of the same kind we saw on the hill outside."

"Nothing else?"

"We didn't get a chance to explore any more. As soon as we heard the sounds of you and Bryn fighting we came rushing back."

Delyssa thought for a moment. "So how is anyone supposed to find this room without the anti-basilisk making a tunnel straight to here? I didn't see any other passages leading out of here."

Cenhera stopped counting the gems. "Huh. That's a good observation, Delyssa. There must be another secret passage that we haven't found yet."

"Two secret entrances in order to get here?" Delyssa looked around at the wealth surrounding her. It did make sense, considering the riches. But she found it unlikely that the tomb of such a venerated priestess would be kept less secure than the treasure meant to honor her.

Delyssa left the doorway once more, this time picking her way close along the wall, again running her hands over the brickwork, trying to feel for anything. She carefully lifted up the edges of the tapestries and peered beneath them, not sure exactly of what she was looking for: seams in the walls, loose bricks, an obvious switch.

"I think that this room is just a distraction," she said to the others.

"What, like a trap?" Brynwa said, looking down at her armful of gold coins with a look of sudden suspicion. Cenhera flung a handful of coins out of the doorway and peered at where they clattered and rolled to the ground. "Well, it doesn't look like it's cursed to be bound to this chamber or anything," the tunling said.

"I don't mean a trap, I mean a diversion. I think we're meant to focus on the treasure and not look for anything further."

"You think there's a secret room inside of a secret room?" Brynwa said. The fighter pulled a long leather strap out from beneath a pile of coins. It was a thick belt, engraved in gold, with a silver buckle. "Perfect," said Brynwa. "I finally got a replacement for the one the manticore stole."

"Now if only you had a pair of pants to go with it," snickered Cenhera.

"Har har." The fighter began buckling the belt about her naked waist. "How do I look?"

As Brynwa turned and fit the clasp on the belt, Delyssa turned just in time to see a brilliant white flash explode from the fighter, momentarily blinding her. Cenhera yelped, palms clamped against her huge eyes, and Brynwa gave a low scream.

When Delyssa's sight returned to her and the room swam back into focus, she turned to the fighter, and after a moment's confusion, gasped.

Brynwa still stood there, looking down. The fighter's body was just as muscular as always, but Delyssa looked at the warrior and saw shoulders that were a little more wide, hips that were a little more narrow. Brynwa looked up and Delyssa noticed a jaw that was slightly more square. The fighter stared at the acolyte with a complex expression, a facial alchemy of shock, horror, and amazement, then looked back down.

Below the belt, dangling between the warrior's thighs was a long, perfect cock and two new testicles.

Bryn looked up again, his mouth still agape. "I'm a man!"

Delyssa scrambled over the to the fighter, nearly tripping over herself as she rushed to Bryn's side. "Are you okay? How do you feel?" She took his hands, the same rough, calloused hands as ever. "I don't have the magics, but I know that the High Priestess at the Temple can remove any curse."

"Curse?" said Bryn. "You think I'm cursed?" There was genuine worry in his voice, then a flash of surprise as they both registered the new tenor timbre of his speech. In the corner of the room, Cenhera finally regained her sight, saw Bryn, and began to laugh hysterically, clapping her hands on her thighs like a child at a puppet show.

"Amazing!" she cried. "Finally!"

Bryn sank to the floor, and Delyssa crouched with him. "Are you still Brynwa?" she asked, reaching out to grasp his shoulder, peering into his eye as if she were a medic back at the Temple's healing ward.

"Who else would I be?" Bryn said, but he was distracted. He ran one hand over his jaw, then down, both hands feeling across his pectoral muscles where his breasts used to be.

"I mean, does your mind feel any different?"

"How would I know that?" Bryn's hands stroked along his sides, down the outside of his legs.

"Brynwa," said Delyssa. "Bryn... I'm trying to figure out if you need help right now or not."

Bryn wasn't listening to her. His hands moved along the inside of his thighs, and up to where his genitals hung between them. One hand tentatively grasped his penis, while the other reached out to Delyssa for support. She clasped his hand between her own and sat back on her haunches, watching. His new cock was still flaccid, but longer than the width of his hand. His played with it, focused, rolling the organ between his fingers, pushing it this way and that. Cenhera was quiet as she crawled closer to watch.

He moved on to his balls, gently cupping them and moving them around, holding one and then the other.

"It's funny," he said, that sense of awe still present in his voice. "Men always talk about all of these like they're the most sensitive things in the world." He pinched the head of his cock, then softly pinched a testicle and winced. "Ow. Fragile, maybe. Like two boiled eggs."

"Less sensitive and weaker," Cenhera winked. "You've downgraded for sure."

"Heh, just wait until — oh, wow! Look at that..." Bryn said excitedly as his cock began to twitch and rise. He sounded like a sage who just discovered a rare subspecies of creature. Almost ignoring the rest of her, he reached up and grabbed Delyssa's breast, kneading the nipple between middle and ring finger. She was still too stunned to do much other than watch him continue to grow. Bryn was rapt, one hand hovering just around his cock, seemingly afraid to grasp it as it grew erect. He lolled his head back with a deep moan that made Delyssa's own sex start to ache, and she could feel her juices start to flow within her.

Finally, the fighter's cock reached its zenith. Bryn's eyes were wide, and Delyssa herself felt amazed at its size, well over two of Bryn's hand-widths in length. Next to them, Cenhera was watching with a level of focus that surpassed any look she gave the gemstones she gathered, her gaze fixed on the hard cock in front of her.

It began to buck and throb, the balls beneath it churning. The skin slipped off from around its head, revealing a red, gleaming glans that was already wet and dripping.

Bryn was panting, staring down at himself. Slowly, his hands rose up from his groin and to the belt.

"What are you doing?" asked Cenhera.

"I need to know," he said. "I need to know if this is forever. If it's for good, I mean. If it's real." His hands trembled as he undid the clasp. Before Delyssa or Cenhera could say anything else, he tore the belt away with a sudden surge and let it drop to the ground.

There was no second flash of light. His cock twitched and remained. Bryn gave a low sigh.

Delyssa delicately put a hand on his chest — such a firm chest. She had never felt Bryn's breasts before, but there was none of the yield there would have been before his transformation.

Bryn sat up suddenly and stared at Delyssa with a look of panic. "Wait. Are my innards changed, too? I was about to start my monthly. Will I bleed out of this, or my asshole?" He thrust a finger towards his cock.

Delyssa shook her head. "I cannot imagine that the spell would work that way," she said slowly.

"But you don't know for sure? I don't want to have period shits and blood coming out of the same hole." He sounded frantic.

"If these parts are real, and they seem to be," said Delyssa, "then your insides will match. I don't think you'll have to worry about your monthlies ever again."

There was, for a heartbeat, such a look of bliss that spread across Bryn's face that Delyssa found herself momentarily envious. "Of course," she said cautiously, "it might mean that you will never bear children, either."

Bryn scowled. "I never wanted that anyway. How can you be sure that my inside bits have really changed?"

She found herself caught between rolling her eyes and grinning along with the fighter. "All of the bits are connected. If this penis is connected to you enough to fill with blood, then there's probably not a loose womb bobbing around in there."

"'Probably'. So, you're still guessing."

Now Delyssa really did roll her eyes. She sat down on the cold stone floor and spread her legs towards the fighter, disregarding Cenhera's widening eyes. "Look at this," she said, pulling at one of her inner lips. "It's all part of the same organ. At the back of the vagina—" and she spread her legs a little wider here, pulled her lips a little farther apart; she could feel her juices spilling out of her and onto the brickwork. "—behind the back wall you can't see is the womb, but flesh connects the whole thing. Did nobody ever teach you this about yourself?"

Bryn's face was completely red, his cock bucking wildly, straining against his skin and the air around it. "Thank you for the lesson, Delyssa," he managed. "My education mostly focused on the more violent aspects of anatomy. Are there any inside boy parts that I should know about?"

Delyssa chuckled and thought for a moment. "Well, there is one. Would it put you at ease if we confirmed that it's there?"

Bryn looked down at himself again. "I think it might be awhile before I'm completely at ease, to say the truth. But maybe."

Delyssa nodded. "Right. Then you should probably lay on your stomach." Bryn's eyes widened.

There was a sound from the doorway, a heavy thump as Vael dropped the gathered packs to the ground. The group inside turned to face him, and Delyssa instinctively snapped her knees together — that same infectious sense of shame that radiated out from him. He was again wearing his tunic and armor, along with a mixed expression of worry and confusion.

"Might I ask what is the meaning of this," he said, his voice calm, though his eyes narrowed on the group.

Delyssa moved out of the way, revealing Bryn, who was still sitting with legs splayed, his cock still hard in the air.

"Brynwa put on a magic belt and got turned into a guy," Cenhera said matter-of-factly.

"Hey Vael," Bryn said, giving the paladin a little wave.

Vael slumped. "Right," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well, I brought the remains of your gear and what little garb I could find, if you want to clothe yourselves."

"Just a minute," Cenhera protested.

"Delyssa was going to give me a medical check," said Bryn.

He sighed. "Was she, now?" He stepped back away from the chamber, then hesitated. "Are you..." he looked to Bryn. "Is this something you want?" Bryn looked tense for a moment, then nodded.

"Fine. Good. That gladdens me, truly. I shall then leave you to your affairs. There are still several rooms that need exploration."

"Same here, I think," Cenhera quipped, then shrunk back at the look Vael gave her. "Sorry."

The paladin moved away from the doorway, his eyes cast away.

"Vael...," said Bryn. "You don't have to leave. You know that, right? You don't need to do anything you don't want, but you don't have to leave."

Vael couldn't seem to lift his eyes. He stopped, opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again. He gave a sharp shake of his head and left. They could hear the metallic rustle of his armor as he walked away, until it faded into the distance.

Delyssa turned back to Bryn, feeling like some of the playful energy had dissipated from the room. But the fighter quickly regained his composure as he focused once more on the acolyte. His cock had not deflated whatsoever during the conversation with Vael, which she found to be somewhat impressive, though in fairness her own arousal was equally persistent.

"Right," she said firmly. "Back to it. Lay on your belly, if you please."

Bryn's eyes were wide. "Do I have to?"

"Either on your belly or on all fours. Or you can lift your ankles up over your head like a babe. It's up to you, friend," she flashed him a smile, then turned to Cenhera. "Can you get my flask of oil for me? It should be in the pack that Vael just dropped."

Cenhera nodded with an exuberance that Delyssa had not seen from the tunling before and scampered over to the backpack.

Bryn was still considering his options. "I'd rather not lay on my stomach like a slab of meat on the table, so..."

"Yes! Do it!" said Cenhera. Bryn grabbed his ankles and pulled his legs up towards his head, rolling more onto his upper back. His ass now in the air, his cock flopping over to point towards his face. It was an amazing sight, Delyssa thought as she positioned herself before him. She put her hands on the backs of his knees and gently pushed up as he opened for her.

Cenhera returned with the flask of olive oil and gave it to her, then sat by Delyssa's side and watched, rapt. Delyssa uncorked the flask and poured a healthy amount over her fingers, then a little more over Bryn's exposed anus.

"Have you ever been taken in this way?"

Bryn looked almost panicked. "Like this? No, never. Usually, I'm the one on top. Men would always try to take me from the front, but I never liked that very much to be honest, so I didn't lay with them often."

"Alright. So, you're going to want to try to relax."

Bryn laughed. "You might need to cast a spell on me to get me to do that."

"I know no such spell," she said with a smile. "And no servant of Shevlana would ever alter someone's demeanor with magic."

She leaned forward, cupping Bryn's new testicles to move them out of the way. They felt heavy and full in her palm. With the other oiled fingers, she teased Bryn's entrance. He jumped. "That feels weird."

"I'm not even in yet, Bryn," she replied. Next to her, Cenhera was clearly masturbating, one hand between her legs as she squatted, the other grasping a full handful of her breast, tugging at the nipple. The illusory clothing she wore was rapidly fading as she disturbed the spell. Where she broke through the surface of the illusion it began to dissolve, and Delyssa glimpsed a blue areola on her ivory skin and a thick pelt of straw-colored pubic hair between her fingers. The tunling appeared not to notice the dissolution of her spell.

Delyssa pushed her forefinger in and felt Bryn give way to her. She slipped in to her first knuckle.

"Oh! That's, uh..." Bryn gasped. "That's something!" Delyssa smirked. The warrior she knew had always been the one to take control, and this new side of him delighted her. She pushed in a little deeper, feeling the heat and flesh of his insides, stroking up with her fingertip all along the way. It wasn't long until she found it, that lump of soft flesh. As soon as she came into contact with it, Bryn gave a low, long moan that sent a shiver right down Delyssa's spine and into her sex, her yearning announcing itself with the drip of her honey onto the stone floor.

As she kneaded Bryn's spot and began to slip a second finger inside of him, a stream of clear fluid poured out of the tip of his wet cock and into his navel, spilling out and running down down his chest. His balls shifted on their own in Delyssa's hand, tightening up towards his shaft.