Acolyte of the Pleasure Goddess Ch. 07

Delyssa sat on the bed and turned towards the pair. She was already naked from the waist up, so it only took a moment for her to slip the skirt Vael bought for her down off her legs and toss it aside.

She leaned back against the stone wall and spread her legs. She was already slick, and a single stroke along her vulva was enough to coat her fingers in the sticky juice.

Vael stood and stared, slack-jawed. Then he shook himself awake and lurched onto the bed beside her. He reached out one hand towards her sex, then hesitated. "Do you want me to..." he trailed off.

"I can show you around me," she said, then caught Cenhera's eye over Vael's shoulder as the the tunling bounced up and down in excitement. "Though perhaps Cenhera would like to lead your way."

Cenhera jumped up on the bed between them and crouched over Delyssa's pelvis. All Delyssa could see was the tunling's back, still clothed, as she faced Vael.

"Of all the caves you'll explore as a campaigner," Cenhera said, "this is by far the nicest."

Delyssa gasped as she suddenly felt Cenhera's small fingers gently pry apart her already-spread labia, leaving her gaping in the air.

"This whole part here is the, uh vulva. You with me so far?"

"Well, I can see it," Vael said carefully.

Delyssa clutched the bedsheets in her fists as Cenhera pulled up her hood with her thumbs, and she suddenly felt her hard clit exposed to the air.

"And this is, um. What's the common tongue word for it again?"

"It's the clitoris," Delyssa groaned in answer.

"Yeah, that's it. This is the most important one, which is why we're getting here first. It's even more sensitive than you are, Vael."

Delyssa's laugh turned into a cry as Cenhera slapped her naked clit, and she jolted up at the stab of pleasure that burst throughout her.

"See?"

"This is... quite the demonstration," Vael muttered.

"Next up, moving south from here, this is the, er. Delyssa, what's the name for-- nevermind, this is the piss-hole. Best leave that alone, to be honest. There's not much you can do there."

"Alright."

"Don't worry, that's the only part to avoid, really. At least out here. Right, going down, all that's left is the vageena."

"Vagina," Delyssa corrected.

"Whatever. This is what you stick your bits in. Fingers, cock, tongue, that sort of thing."

"I think I'm aware of the theory, Cenhera." Vael said.

"Well, you're about to learn some practice. Now do this," Cenhera said, curling her middle to fingers in to slap against the heel of her palm. Vael mimicked the gesture. "Good. Now stick those two fingers in facing up and do that inside."

To his credit, Vael did not look shocked or hesitate like Delyssa thought he might. He put one hand on top of her mound, thumb buried in her pubic hair, and eased the two fingers on his right hand into her vertically, before twisting them up, opening her wide.

She moaned, wholly giving herself over to the pleasure. Vael was in her. What this morning was simply a fantasy, a lust-fueled imagining of his embrace was now real. Here, his touch was real, calloused fingers that explored her with gentle curiosity.

"That's it," Cenhera said, still straddling Delyssa, her voice no more than a whisper.

"You called it a cave," said Vael, shaking his head. "For some reason I imagined there to be more... space, I suppose. But she is so tight." He laughed. "That was foolish of me, I now realize."

He made a beckoning motion like Cenhera showed him, and Delyssa felt the tips of his fingers brush up against her spot and felt a roil of pleasure overwhelm her, along with a building pressure. She gripped the sheets around her even tighter. Normally, she was an active and athletic lover, writhing and tensing, building a rhythm to match her partner; here, she felt like she could do no more than lay spread out upon the bed, giving herself fully over to the sensation of Vael's fingers inside her. He kept stroking, and she feebly tried to lift her head to watch him, but only managed to see a glimpse of his head bowed in concentration, his dark hair falling over his face as he knelt behind Cenhera. She let her head fall back down onto the bed. The ceiling above her was made of old wood, the clay shingles of the tavern's roof visible beyond them. She shut her eyes, bit her lip. The pressure inside her was mounting, and each stroke of the paladin's fingers spread simultaneously radiated pleasure outward and focused her senses entirely on the spot.

Vael increased his pace and she could hear her wet folds sloshing against him. It was becoming unbearable, agonizing, divine. Under her breath, she uttered a prayer to Shevlana, a quick and quiet litany of thanks to her goddess. She opened her eyes and looked down, but couldn't see Vael's face past Cenhera crouching over her.

"You're doing great," the tunling said to Vael. "I haven't seen her this wet before."

"Should I keep doing this?" Vael asked. He leaned around Cenhera and met Delyssa's gaze. She knew how she looked. Face contorted in blissful agony, her long hair sticking to her sweaty skin. Vael looked up at her and smiled. "Indeed, I think I should go faster." The room filled with the clap of his palm striking her sex -- a quick adjustment from Cenhera on his grip and then his thumb pressed against her clit, rolling against it in a sudden burst of sensation.

As was often the case, when she finally cried out, her voice was a register higher. Her cry softly crescendoed, and she felt the groan carry out of her all the writhing anguish of her mounting desire. The pressure in her loins grew to its own climax, and at the crest of her release she became unable to hold it back any longer.

She lifted her hips up off the bed, pressing them against Vael's hands and gushed a fountain of her clear juices out over the paladin. He jumped back in surprise but did not relinquish either his grip or his pace, and soon she squirted again. Cenhera cackled at the fluid now dripping off Vael's face and into his beard. Delyssa's groan finished as she ran out of breath, and she slumped back onto the bed, panting. Vael kept his fingers inside her, seemingly fascinated by the way her post-orgasm vagina clenched against his sopping fingers. She felt a final, relinquishing flow of pleasure and sudden emptiness as he withdrew his fingers.

Vael cracked his knuckles on the hand that had been inside her and wiped them against the bedsheets. "Well," he said, meeting her gaze. "How did I do?"

She beckoned towards him, and Cenhera slid out of the way as he crawled up towards her. She didn't say anything, just eased herself to the side of the narrow bed to accommodate the tall man, pulled him closer to her in an embrace. He nuzzled her shoulder, and she felt the wet stain of her juices on his face and tunic as he pressed up against her. She wrapped her arms about him, kissed the top of his head and slung a leg around him. For a moment, she thought that if she held him close enough, if they shared so close a space together, then he might feel what she felt in that post-coital menagerie of sensation: thanks, to both him and to the goddess Shevlana; relief of the physical and emotional sort; and a deep, powerful love. That she needed nothing from him beyond the continuity of his presence, that even this simple act of sex was a gift beyond necessity.

She felt a sudden grace of clarity, a dazzling flash of insight, and for a single breath there was no distance between their hearts. That complex, interwoven tapestry of emotion was, for a moment, arrayed before her like neat lines of text, just long enough for her to grasp it. Everything that bound them together was laid before her. In an instant, she saw every action, every word and look and gesture that endeared Vael to her. She saw him crouched with the orphans in Gra'tan, she saw him naked in the river in the hills, the feel of his bloodied hand on hers as she tended to his wounds, the dark melancholy of his eyes, his hair dappled by the morning sun, the shift of his muscle beneath his burnished skin. The causes of her love for him were as clear as the effects she had just enjoyed. How she longed for him to enjoy the same passions as her, the fear that the distance between their pleasures was too great to bridge.

She was still present throughout this moment -- her senses sharpened as this heartbeat of time extended impossibly. Vael's skin was hot against hers, his tunic wet and coarse, his beard prickled against her shoulder. He smelled like sweat and men and her. She breathed in his scent--

And then, again, found the chaos of thought ordered before her, but this time she saw herself. It was that same tapestry, but from the other side. She saw how she walked down the steps of the Temple of Shevlana, the morning sun golden upon her, her long hair flowing out about her sides. How uncertain she looked then. She saw how she walked in step to the Campaigner's Guild, how she emerged naked through the reeds in the river. With a lurch, she saw how Bryn had carried her away, her dripping sex exposed to the air as she was thrown over the fighter's shoulder. She saw the three of herself, Bryn and Cenhera together in a jumble of limbs in the treasure room. She saw a lonely hallway, heard the diminishing sounds of their threesome as they retreated in the dark. Then she saw herself step next to him before the carving of Barassa and Mesembre like a flaming torch: too bright, too close, burning to the touch.

She felt the trudge of loose stones beneath boots as Vael walked back to Ankreot alone, felt his torment. Then that torment turned to relief when he returned. But only for a moment, as Delyssa felt a roar of conflict that dwarfed what she felt in that morning's vision, that strained even against this newfound clarity. There was the same doubt, that dark gut of abyss that eroded him from within, and she felt it fully, a maw of anguish stretching out beneath her.

From within, she saw flashes of memory, heard the distant clamor of a battlefield, glimpsed impressions of armored figures and pressing up from beneath it all, swelling under the surface of that pit were the furious emotions, buried deep within Vael. She could taste them, the bitter spices of violence; fear, fury and pain, glory and guilt.

She turned away from the pit and intuitively focused on the present, and her senses returned to her, but they were Vael's senses too. She felt his skin on hers once more, but now felt hers on his. She felt her fingers running through his hair and how they felt upon his scalp, she felt how warm her leg was wrapped about his waist. She never knew how hot her own skin was, but she could feel it through him.

She dipped into his emotions once more, carefully, gently, and let herself be warmed by them. There love, gratitude, and relief, but she also sensed uncertainty and fear -- not the same as in the pit, but tethered to it, a descendant of those earlier traumas. But all of these were lit with the glow of comfort.

There was a knock at the door, and then the clarity was gone from her, and she was back solely in her skin, her own mind. She was suddenly disoriented and cold, and it took her a moment to adjust to no longer feeling her own body heat from outside. The bedroom door swung open, and Bryn ducked inside, followed by Tulp and Macarh. Bryn faltered for half a step when he saw her and Vael wrapped together, but grinned and sat on the foot of the bed and began to undress himself.

"What'd I miss? Why's the bed wet?" He said as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Vael finger-fucked Delyssa and she squirted all over the place," Cenhera said. The tunling was seated on the bed, leaning back against the wall, one hand thrust down her trousers.

"He did?" Bryn said, one eyebrow raised at the paladin. Vael sat up on his elbows, looking a little sheepish, and Delyssa noticed him wiping his hand on the sheets.

"Cenhera gave me quite the instruction," Vael said, his cheeks darkening.

The two Stormcatchers sidled past the fighter and approached Delyssa by the side of the bed. "Thanks for inviting us," Tulp said. "This isn't how we expected our night to go, but we're glad to be here. It's a rare and wonderful thing to run into one of Shevlana's Servants in the wild."

"I would say that it's rarer to find two priests of Amnastra who have such familiarity with our cult," Delyssa said, still laying back on the bed.

"Believe me, that familiarity is no burden," Macarh laughed.

"I was thinking, since you two are both so traveled, that you could help guide these two boys? This is Vael's first time and Bryn is new to having a cock."

"Certainly. How do you want to start?"

"First, you need to take those clothes off."

Delyssa watched the three men disrobe -- Vael still sat up by her side, fiddling with the laces at the top of his tunic. She was beginning to adjust back to her own senses, and with the clarity's departure came a daze. She shook her head and tossed her hair behind her. No time to worry about that now, she thought. There were four men and a tunling that needed her attention.

Bryn was the first man naked. He pulled off his trousers and his cock sprung free, bouncing up as he stood. Tulp and Macarh were taking their time, and Delyssa enjoyed seeing them slowly reveal themselves. When they finally unlaced their trousers and let them fall to the floor, she admired how their organs suited the rest of their builds. Tulp's cock, like him, was long and thin, while Macarh's were stocky and wide. Each one was rising steadily, growing to attention towards her. Next to her, Cenhera was also undressing, somehow able to pull off her buckles and leather without ever removing her hand from her pants, and when she finally nude she nearly pounced on Bryn.

"Easy, girl," Bryn said, holding Cenhera back with one hand on her breast, his fingers splayed wide enough so that his thumb and little finger were each on one of her nipples. "It seems like Delyssa has a plan for how she wants this to go." Cenhera growled, but sat back.

"Come here," Delyssa sat up and patted her thighs, motioning for the rogue to sit in her lap. "I'm going to need your help if we're going to ready these boys."

Cenhera crawled over to her, and Delyssa pulled her to a sitting position between her legs. The tunling's white bottom pressed against her sex, and she felt herself begin to grow wet once more.

"We won't start anything until you're undressed," she told Vael. The paladin looked up towards her and nodded, but only slowly began to fidget with his shirt.

"Alright, stand up," Bryn said, striding over to him. He hauled the paladin up and yanked his tunic up and over his head. Vael was compliant and yielding as the fighter tossed his clothes aside. Tulp and Macarh came up beside him. Macarh took the garments that Bryn tossed aside and folded them neatly onto the foot of the bed, while Tulp worked with Bryn on unbuckling Vael's belt.

Delyssa and Cenhera watched the men strip Vael, and she let herself openly study him. She was beginning to learn the shape of him, the lines of his muscles and the patterns of his scars. Bryn sank to his knees and pulled Vael's pants along with him, and suddenly the paladin was nude. She had seen him naked but never hard. He was halfway there now, his cock dark and loose before him.

Bryn stood once more and stepped up close to the paladin peering down over his shoulder. Vael shivered, and Delyssa saw Bryn's cock press against his hip. "You're going to have to get harder for our girl," Bryn whispered into his ear. He held Vael's shoulder with one hand and trailed the other down his chest, over the line of hair that ran south and through the curls, down and around his cock, tugging it up. Vael groaned and tilted his head back, his eyes closed. Delyssa watched, enraptured, as Bryn jerked Vael, his hand tight around the other man's cock. Cenhera stopped stroking herself and gripped Delyssa's thighs in rapt anticipation, oblivious to how wet her fingers were.

She opened her mouth to give a suggestion to Bryn on technique, but before she could say anything, Tulp gently interceded himself between her two companions.

"Alright, let's go easy on the boy," he said, easing Bryn's hand from around Vael's sex. "He's not a neophyte to be tugged in the dormitory between lessons. We're trying to work him up for more, not squeeze the juice out of him." Tulp stood between the two, one hand on each of their cocks, rolling his fingers smoothly up and down their shafts. As the heads emerged from their sheaths of skin, the Stormcatcher rolled his thumbs over them, and soon each tip was dripping clear strings of fluid that coated Tulp's hands. Behind the three of them, Macarh was stroking himself idly, looking proud of his companion, and Delyssa got the sense that this was not an unfamiliar sight for man.

Seeing Tulp's own cock jutting up alone before her, Delyssa shifted slightly, reaching out with her right foot and gently pressed his penis up against his stomach, kneading it softly with her toes. Tulp grunted and pressed his hips forward, putting pressure on himself. He moved his hips in a slow, small circle, just enough to tease himself against her foot as he continued to stroke the other men.

It wasn't long before Vael was completely hard, and soon Tulp released both of their cocks. His hands were sticky with pre-ejaculate and he wiped them on the backs of his legs.

"Alright, I think we're ready to begin," Delyssa whispered, momentarily stunned by the sights before her. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her sex ached desperately to be parted. Tulp shuffled himself to the side, so that Vael was in between him and Vael. The Stormcatcher put a hand on the small of Vael's back and pushed him gently forward. Delyssa received him, leaning forward to grasp him by his shaft and pulling him closer. She could feel his pulse throbbing inside him. She leaned in to examine his organ. It fit nicely in her hand, the glans brown and wet before her. With her other hand, she took Bryn's cock from his own grasp, and nodded for Macarh to come closer. "You should sit up here on the bed," she told Tulp. It took some maneuvering, but soon all four of the men were crowded around Delyssa and Cenhera. Tulp was kneeling off to the side, his cock resting over her shoulder.

"We're going to need to work together," she said to Cenhera, who nodded eagerly and licked her lips. "Can you take care of the balls while I work the shafts?"

"That's the greatest thing I've ever heard in my entire life," Bryn said.

"I can do it," Cenhera said.

All of the men gathered closer until their hips were touching. Vael was panting, and he and Bryn were already slick with sweat. Delyssa rubbed Bryn and Vael's cocks together, delighting in seeing how their skin pressed against one another. She drew Vael into her mouth first, pushing deep, leaning forward until the tip of her nose pressed against the dark hair at his groin. She explored him with her tongue, enjoying the taste of a new cock, thrilled at to whom it belonged. After a few heartbeats she withdrew, gasping for air, connected to him through a long string of saliva. She gathered the fluid and stroked it all along Bryn's cock until he was glistening, then took the fighter into her mouth as deep as she could, until he tickled the back of her throat. Bryn groaned and gripped the back of her head, but made no effort to stop her from relinquishing him from her mouth. She did the same to him as she did to Vael, and then took them both and rubbed them once more, marveling at how the sticky strands mingled together.

She took a breath and pulled them both into her mouth, Vael on top of Bryn. Her jaw began to ache almost immediately, but she ignored it, focusing her attention instead on exploring the friction between them with her tongue.