Acolyte of the Pleasure Goddess Ch. 07

Exploring the rest of the dungeon took another day-and-a-half. Each room needed to be thoroughly searched for secrets, traps, and treasure. Maps needed to be drawn of the ruin's layout, a task that proved near impossible due to the anti-basilisk's tunneling. The remaining creatures that inhabited the dark chambers needed to be slain or driven out: the most memorable of these was a gang of stony skeletons that emerged from the walls and attacked the group, though they were quickly dispatched.

When evening arrived, they left the dungeon to camp by the entrance, taking alternate watches until dawn. Delyssa drew the last shift, though she found it difficult to sleep throughout the night. She felt giddy despite her exhaustion: Her first dungeon delve, the revelation of Saint Mesembre, Bryn's delightful transformation. The first part of the night was spent simply reviewing the day's events in her mind, which ended with her gently fingering herself beneath her blanket as she drifted off to sleep.

She hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep until Bryn woke her to begin her watch, well after midnight. In the low firelight, she could see the shadow of stubble growing across his chin, and the fighter scratched at it incessantly while she roused herself.

She spent her shift absently stoking the fire and pacing around the camp, stomach growling as she thought of how the Temple of Shevlana's cooks were likely also awake, already beginning to prepare that morning's banquet. Some of the acolytes were probably returning from Gra'tan's lower markets with baskets of fish and figs and dates, while the cooks baked great sheets of nutty flat-breads and simmered huge cauldrons of spicy vegetable soups. Delyssa chewed on some dried, salty nuts and took a swig from her water skin as she stalked around the edge of the camp, peering into shadows and thinking about home.

When dawn broke, she climbed to the top of the hill and performed her ritual of warding while still wearing the Wings of Amity, just to see if it would work. To her mild surprise, the blue flash of magic radiated out of her, despite the metal upon her skin.

She returned to the camp and roused the others. Cenhera and Vael were quick to rise, shaking sleep off of themselves and equipping for yet more exploration. Bryn groaned and rolled, his morning erection pushing up tight against his half-blanket. Cenhera snickered and Vael pretended not to notice. When the fighter finally woke up, he slid his hands beneath the blanket and began to obviously work himself.

"I'll catch up with you inside," he said groggily.

By noon, the party emerged once more from the tomb, covered in dust and cobwebs. This time, they carried all their treasure in weighty, bulging sacks. It was decided that Vael would return Ankreot on foot and collect their mounts, since lugging their loot all the way to the town on foot would be far too difficult. Vael promised he would come back with clothing for Bryn and Delyssa and set off back east. Delyssa watched him trudge over the next rocky hill, armor gleaming despite the dust kicking up around him. The party watched him depart from their own hilltop, but even before he disappeared from view they retreated down away from the blazing midday sun.

They sheltered in the mouth of the anti-basilisk's tunnel, sprawled out against the cool stone. Both Bryn and Delyssa stripped themselves out of their rags and lounged naked in the tunnel entrance, while Cenhera just wore her tunic, which when unbelted fell to about her mid-thigh.

They lounged together quietly. The two humans sat facing each other on either side of the passageway, with Cenhera between them. Delyssa sat with her knees up, back laying against the curved wall. Bryn sat with his legs splayed out, alternating his focus between Delyssa's exposed vulva and his own new genitals, which he seemed to be in constant contact with. Cenhera lay on her stomach, head dangling off the edge of the tunnel. Sometimes they chatted, mostly about what they would spend their shares of the treasure on once they got back to Gra'tan.

Eventually, Bryn took another swig of his water skin and stood, stretching. "Right. I've got to go piss."

"Again?" said Cenhera.

"Well, it's fun now. Shut up."

The fighter hopped down out of the tunnel and strutted off out of sight.

"So, yesterday..." Delyssa said as soon as Bryn was gone, "that was a new side of you, Cenhera."

The tunling rolled over and grinned sheepishly. "I'm just as surprised as you are. I'm usually more professional than that."

Delyssa smiled. "Well, I enjoyed it. And Bryn certainly did as well. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really. Well, a little I guess. Humans can have complicated arousal, where it's like, I don't know, an hourglass, where the sand can be flowing one way or another. Maybe you're not fully aroused, but your sand is flowing in that direction. Maybe you're on but becoming less so. Does that make sense?"

"Sure. There are gradations, certainly. How does it work for you?"

"Tunlings are either on or off. It's all one way or the other. When you live deep underground, with everything else that lurks down there, there's not a whole lot of room for gradations. You're either working on whatever the village needs to survive, or you've got a few minutes to yourself or with your mate, and there's not much time for foreplay."

"I didn't realize that your kind were so intense. Though, I'm afraid I know very little about the other peoples of the world. Gra'tan is mostly just humans, as I'm sure you've noticed. When Vael brought me to the Campaigner's Guild, that was the most amount of otherkind I've ever seen."

"I won't hold it against you. Though truthfully, few of my kind live up here on the surface. Most of you humans have only ever heard of gnomes. They're the kin of tunlings, but I don't have much in common with them. I'd rather spend a year out here in the desert than spend a single night in one of their forests."

"I've never been in a forest," said Delyssa.

"Well, if you stay campaigning, you'll find yourself in one eventually. They're full of ruined towers, ancient strongholds, and the like." Cenhera stretched like a cat, arching her back as she yawned. Her tunic hitched up to about her waist, but she seemed not to care as she lay back down against the stone. Delyssa stared absently at her small companion's ass, wondering what it would be like to only ever be entirely frigid or entirely lustful. She would certainly prefer to be the latter over the former, but she felt like if the ambient lust she often felt was translated to being constantly fully aroused, she would never get anything else done. Although, that didn't sound terrible, she thought.

"Bryn was enough to get you to switch to being fully on, then?"

Cenhera rolled around to face to Delyssa. "Did you see him? How happy he looked? How pretty his cock is?"

"Are you girls talking about me?" Bryn said, stepping back into the tunnel mouth. Whatever he had done while out of sight, his cock was now hard, pointing directly at the pair of women.

"You know," said Delyssa, "it's not good for you to stay hard all the time."

"It isn't? What, will it fall off?"

"Only one way to find out," Cenhera said.

"Fuck off. Well, that's got me thinking, anyway," Bryn said, scratching his chin.

"You got an erection so you started thinking? That makes you unique among both men and fighters, Bryn."

Delyssa laughed along with the warrior.

"I'm humble enough to admit that it's not a very complex thought. It's going to be almost nightfall by the time Vael gets back, right? So do you want to, well, make the most of it?" He grasped his penis by the base and pointed it at Delyssa, then down at Cenhera. "I haven't fucked with it yet, and it's weird walking around knowing that I'm a virgin again."

"There are no such thing as virgins," Delyssa said, wagging a finger at him. "But even if there were, I put two fingers in your ass, and that definitely counts."

"Delyssa, please." Cenhera turned to her, feigning a tone of affront. "Our friend her has wracked both his heads trying to think of a good reason to stick is cock in your pussy, and you're going to dismiss it just like that?"

"That's a fair point," she said, smiling. "That was callous of me to disregard your argument out of hand like that, Bryn. Alright. How do you want me?"

Bryn laughed and clapped his hands together. "Fuck! Yes, great. Uh, why don't you bend over the mouth of the tunnel."

"Fuck yes," said Cenhera.

"Sure," she said. "You're the big virgin fighter, I might as well indulge you."

"Alright, you're gonna regret that," he said, beginning to stroke himself in anticipation.

Delyssa slid forward to sit on the edge of the tunnel and turned around, presenting her ass to the fighter. She leaned against the cool curve of the anti-basilisk's tunnel. She was wet already, had been so for much of the morning as they lounged naked together. Cenhera sat down in front of her, taking off her tunic in one smooth motion and tossing it aside.

"It really is just on like that, isn't it?" Delyssa said to the naked tunling. Cenhera's only response was to sit in front of the acolyte and begin to tease herself, fingers buried deep in the thatch of her blond bush.

Bryn stepped close to Delyssa, his hands wrapped around her hips. She could feel his cock press against the outside of her sex. "You don't need to tease me," she said over her shoulder to him. "I'm wet enough already, you can just push it in."

Bryn needed no further encouragement, and stepped in, thrusting forwards. She moaned as he filled her, spreading her and pushing her lips apart. She could feel all of him inside her, a delicious friction that demanded all of her attention. As Bryn began to thrust inside her, she felt a spark of recognition.

"Your cock," she stuttered, rocking back and forth from the fighter's pounding hips against hers. "It's the same size as the wooden phallus you had before. It fills me up the same."

"Is that right?" Bryn said, amazed. He pulled out of her to stare at his cock, leaving her gasping from the sudden emptiness within her. "Yeah, I think you're right," he said. "Does it feel as good?"

"Better. Nothing beats a real cock for me. You're so warm. Now stick it back in, please."

Bryn obliged, and soon the stone tunnel was once more echoing with the sound of their hips crashing into one another, along with their grunts and cries. Cenhera quickly worked up a frantic pace with her own fingers, rolling and rubbing furiously at her clitoris, intermittently slapping her vulva. Her teeth gritted, Delyssa watched clear, syrupy fluid pool on the stone between the tunling's legs and begin to run down the slope back into the dungeon, a dark stain disappearing into the shadows.

"I think... Ooh," Bryn cried. "Wait, fuck, I'm coming."

It was sooner than Delyssa expected, and she flailed behind her to grasp onto Bryn's arms, pulling him tight, pressing her ass all the way up to his belly as he came deep inside her. She felt his cock buck and flex within her vagina, and soon felt his hot cum filling her, spilling out and dripping down the inside of her thigh as Bryn pulled out.

"Sorry," Bryn said, holding his wet cock in his hand, splattering them both with fluid as he shook it. "I didn't mean to come so fast..."

She turned to face him and sat back on the ledge, pulling him closer with her legs. "It's fine," she said. She smiled and pulled him into a kiss, one hand around the back of his neck. "You're still getting used to it."

"I imagine that in a few weeks you'll have the stamina to pound her all day," Cenhera said breathlessly.

"Until then, we'll just have to keep practicing," Delyssa laughed. "But for now, you should know that many of the men back at the Temple have assured me that the second and third orgasm of the day is always better than the first."

"Well, alright," said Bryn. "That's encouraging, I suppose."

"Now lay down on your back," Delyssa said. "I'm going to clean you up while Cenhera sits on your face."

"What?" they said together.

"We're not done yet," she said. "And we both have been neglecting our friend here. So you're going to give her some relief while I get you ready for round two."

Bryn laid back on the stone, looking bewildered but enthused. Cenhera was practically bouncing, and as soon as Bryn's head was against the stone she straddled him, planting her feet on either side of him as she faced Delyssa. She lowered herself onto his face, and the fighter immediately wrapped his two burly hands about her thighs, pulling her in closer.

Delyssa watched them for a moment, enjoying the sight of the tunling writhing atop the the fighter. Few things were as pleasant as watching friends fuck. She took Bryn's semi-hard cock in one hand and leaned over, angling it towards herself so she could continue to watch Cenhera twist and squirm atop the warrior. For his part, the fighter was focused on tonguing deep into the tunling, though at Delyssa's touch he bucked his hips, his legs kicking out in desire.

She brought him into her mouth, tasting that familiar, bitter but pleasant taste of cum, mixed with the lingering presence of her own fluids. He began to stiffen immediately in response, twitching and growing in her mouth. When he was fully hard, she rubbed the cock on her lips and cheek, pressing it against her face as she licked and sucked at each of his balls.

From between Cenhera's legs, slightly muffled, Bryn groaned. Delyssa teased him a little more, giving slow strokes while licking the base of his shaft, until a bead of clear liquid appeared on his wet glans and trickled down over her hands. She sucked it off her fingers and swallowed before returning to stroking him. She could feel his pulse, hard and fast, pounding inside his cock, could feel his balls churning beneath her hand. Her skin felt hot, warmed by the delightful sensation of feeling another person's impassioned body. She couldn't help but grin.

After a few more moments of caresses and gentle kisses, Bryn stopped her with his hand, holding her by the wrists.

Cenhera lifted off him and squatted wide over his face so as to let him speak. "If you keep going with that, I'll come before I get the chance to fuck you again," Bryn said. His lips and cheeks were wet, and a hair from Cenhera's bush stuck out from the corner of his mouth.

Delyssa turned to the tunling, whose bone-white skin was flushed and stood panting, gripping her breasts as she looked back at the acolyte.

"Have you come yet, Cen?" she asked.

"Me? Twice."

"Really?" Delyssa said. "Impressive. I didn't hear anything."

"Tongues alone aren't enough to get me moaning. My squeals need to be fucked out of me."

Delyssa and Bryn made eye contact. The fighter had an expression of dreamlike wonder on his face, a wetter and more flushed variation on how he had looked since his transformation.

"Alright," Bryn said slowly. "I'd offer, but I'd think I'd break you in half, Cen."

Cenhera looked at Bryn's twitching cock and sighed. "You're probably right," she said. "Why couldn't you have been blessed with something a little more delicate?"

"Hey, don't say that about him. He's all I want in a cock." Bryn took his penis by the base and waggled it.

"Point that monster somewhere else," Cenhera said. "Are you going to fuck Delyssa again or not?"

Delyssa put her hands on Bryn's chest, stroking the firm muscle there. "I'm ready if you are," she said. "But if you'd rather play around a little bit more, that's fine too."

"No, I'm ready, I've got my second wind back," Bryn said, sitting up. He wiped his mouth with his forearm and teased one of Delyssa's nipples with his other hand.

"Do you want me bent over again, like before?" she asked, clasping her own hand over his, pressing his palm against her breast.

"Um, maybe. I did just have another thought. Since this is I guess my first time with my real cock -- I'm not counting that first try -- I was wondering what position you were in for your first time?"

"My first time?" Delyssa said, surprised.

"If it's not a secret sex ritual, that is," Bryn added. "You know what, forget it, you can just bend over if you want."

She laughed. "No, it's fine, I just didn't expect that. It's a good question. The first time I had sex I was on my back. He was on his knees, lifting me up and thrusting into me. Our other friend sat above me, and I pleasured her with my tongue while she licked both of us."

"You lost your virginity in a threesome?" Bryn said, amazed.

"There's no such thing as virginity, Bryn." Delyssa said, a little sternly. "That was the first time we had sex like you and I are about to, but we'd played around before that."

"Right, but there's a difference between having sex and playing around."

"We're taught otherwise. What counts as sex? Penetration?"

"I'd say so, yeah," Bryn said, a little cautiously. She could see that this clearly wasn't the direction that he thought the conversation would lead, but Delyssa pressed on.

"So someone who gets entered once is no longer a 'virgin,' but if you only get your cock sucked a thousand times a thousand different ways, but never enter anyone, then you're still a virgin?"

"I don't know?" Bryn said. "I guess not." Cenhera was looking between the two. Delyssa took a deep breath.

"I don't mean to lecture you. It's just that one of the things we're taught at the Temple is that it's not right to separate people with a line, and say that you need to be like this or do that in order to be a certain kind of person. The idea of 'virginity' as practiced by some other cults may be a small cruelty, but it's a cruelty nonetheless."

"I didn't mean to offend you," Bryn said after a moment.

She pulled him into a hug. "I wasn't... I didn't mean to get upset. It's the kind of thing that would get us a talking-to back at the Temple, and I supposed the lectures of the priestesses rubbed off on me."

Bryn returned the hug, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing. "It's alright. You remind me of my sisters, actually." He suddenly pulled away and held up his hands. "Uh! Not in a gross way! They're both scholars is all, and I remember getting lectured at a lot when I was little."

Delyssa laughed. "I didn't know you had any sisters."

"Two. Both older than me."

Cenhera leaned in between them. "And they're scholars? Are you sure you're really related?"

Bryn put a broad hand on the tunling's head and pushed her away, sending into a graceful somersault backwards, laughing.

"So..." Bryn said, interrupting the moment of growing silence between them. "You were saying something about being on your back?"

Delyssa smiled again, and crawled past Bryn and rolled onto her back, shivering a little at the feel of the cold stone against her. She wriggled towards him, using her feet to maneuver him into the position she described.

"Just like this," she said as Bryn put his hands on the backs of her legs and lifted her up as he knelt, pulling her hips in close to his own.

"Was this done in, like, a secret ritual or something. Was this how you were initiated?" He asked.

"No, My first time wasn't in a ritual, actually. We have rites of emergence, for someone who wants to ritually induct into adulthood or to renew themselves before a god, but most of the neophytes get curious before then. The first time I had sex we were on the floor of the bedroom of an older initiate who we knew would be out of the dormitory that whole afternoon."

She spread her legs and wrapped her feet around Bryn's waist and watched him stroke himself back to readiness, teasing her entrance with his tip.

"On the floor?" he grunted. "Not on the bed?"

"Oh, we started on the bed," Delyssa said, smiling at the memory. "But that didn't last long. We were all rolling around and fell to the ground, and given the mess we were already making we decided it was best to stay there, I think. Not much conversation was happening, actually."