Prince Gyllen Ch. 15

It was during this exact moment that Kobber too had arrived at her climax, orgasming almost exclusively from having her seldom-used rear orifice tongued without rest since before even beginning the arduous blowjob, though having her other hole plentifully stirred up over the course of the entire evening was definitely instrumental in accomplishing that end. She shouted with pleasure, but her glee was obstructed by the pulsating rod still spouting down her gullet, while her vaginal juices jetted and sprinkled onto the grass blades below. The unknown girl and Staunch-Shield then both removed themselves from Kobber's person once their fill of fun was satiated, the princess keeping her lips tightly clung around the male's girth as he pulled away to contain his contribution, though a small dribble of cum seeped from the princess' tightly pursed lips once the glans was extracted with a pop. She snatched the chalice quickly from the floor and brought it to her gob, managing to do so just in time for the jizz to burst past the seal of her mouth and into the container. The amount of white goo was enough to bring the amassed liquid close to the brim of the container, the absolute most which had been collected in any of the crystal cups by a very wide margin. For comparison, the second-most filled chalice - the one allocated to Sølv - hardly even came close to half-full, and Kobber was still not quite yet finished as there was still plenty of the discharged seed clinging to her buxom body yet to be gathered.

The elder princess started to scrape all the salvageable cum from her countenance she could fit into her palms before then dumping those handfuls into the goblet, being cautious not to waste a single globule of the essence. It took a small while for the awed onlookers to snap out of their astonishment and understand the purpose Kobber's present efforts were striving towards. Soon, several strangers were voluntarily stepping forth to assist their newest colleague in her gathering; mostly females though there was the odd one or two men who also helped in scooping up quantities of spunk by bare hand from the various aspects of the brunette's person to then cast into her mineral vessel. Sølv, in spite of being the one in closest proximity to her sister, chose not to abase herself by offering assistance and opted to instead merely observe as a second goblet was hastily brought over to the elder, cum-stained sibling in time to catch the last remaining trickles of slime after just one container alone proved insufficient for holding it all, including that which had been jettisoned far into her pussy, which Kobber had to flex from said aperture with impeccable accuracy while squatting directly over the second chalice's bowl.

With the extra help, Kobber was wiped clean within a matter of minutes and, in total, had accrued enough steaming semen to fill precisely one-and-a-half goblets. The brunette prudently lifted both cups into each hand - not wanting to spill even a bead of the sticky, hard-earned fluids - as the other girls too took their own vessels, the majority of which had scarcely been filled up to even a quarter of their capacity. Kobber then turned to Sølv, seeking direction on what to do next, however the near-nude form of her younger twin has already begun solemnly trudging - alongside the rest of the females - towards the hillock on which Selekos stood...or rather where the non-human priest was now curiously lying on his equivalent of a back upon the stone altar, his eight arachnoid legs creepily curled inwards to his spider-esque abdomen. Disregarding this strange sight with a shrug, the elder sister followed her twin and the other women as they formed a long, single-file queue leading up the mound and to the lolling head-cleric.

Kobber peeked over the line of heads and squinted her hazel eyes to perceive what exactly it was the foremost girl was doing down in the front with the arachne. The auburn princess saw the female cowp her chalice and pour its contents onto the Selekos face! Specifically, she lined up the white, treacly cascade with his open, amethyst maw, from which the priest quaffed down just as quickly as the substance was trickling onto his mauve tongue.

"Hey, Sis..." Kobber leaned over and whispered into Sølv's ear from behind. "How come Mr. Selekos is allowed to drink all that yummy cream but we can't?"

"On this material plane, the arachne are the ones closest to adulated Lniythp in configuration and spirit, thus they ingest the silvery essence into their bodies as a symbolic transfer between our tellurian sphere and the Great Cosmic Dowager's lunar citadel." The white-skinned princess responded.

"Oooh...that's really weird!" Kobber commented with a titter. Sølv said nothing in response, merely awaiting patiently for her turn to donate her collective contributions, her sister soon similarly following her silent example. Their time came before long, seeing how the twenty or so girls preceding the twins had little in terms of offerings. Kobber looked past Sølv's shoulder as the latter slowly and soberly poured the pale ooze from her cup to Selekos' awaiting lips for the clergy to consume. The younger sister's chalice soon emptied and she then stood aside, allowing Kobber to step forward, though momentarily looked away with one arm beneath her bare chest while the other lifted to place her hand to her aching forehead from second-hand embarrassment as she saw her elder sibling's cheery smile directed downwards to the awaiting cleric in the exact same manner a child would informally greet her closest friends. Kobber then spilled her own stockpiled sludge onto the spider-man though her hand was not quite as steadfast as her sister's, leading for some misdirect drops to instead splatter over his sharp cheekbones as well as a single instance of one such globule landing squarely where his nose would have been, had he been humanoid.

Most of what Kobber had assembled, however, managed to land into the arachne's mouth and was guzzled promptly. Upon finishing the last of his ejaculate feast, Selekos unsettlingly rolled his entire half-spider physique back to the earth onto the nibs of its legs once again, wiping his mouth clean of any residual jizz before turning to examine Kobber from on high. The brunette princess felt incredible unease as she stood shivering while all eight of his eyes, black and unreadable, studied her immodest form so intensely to the point where she believed - for a fleeting moment - he could see into her very thoughts through her own eyes. She was greatly relieved then once she saw the corners of Selekos' long, thin lips raise into a cordial smile and heard him begin to softly speak:

"Dear child, you are unfamiliar to me, are you not?" He asked, holding out his open clawed hands to her to show he bore no malicious intent. "I viewed your performance from afar and I must say, your technique impressed me greatly. It rivals that of our very own Snow-Caller."

"Yup! Zap-zapped aaall the thingies!" Kobber uncouthly summarised things in her usual upbeat way. From behind, a very slight tinge of crimson hued Sølv's pallid cheeks upon her sister's inappropriate tone and speech with the veneered cleric. Selekos merely chuckled to her choice of words. "Actually, I got the idea from watching Søl- er, I mean, Sister Snow-Caller."

"Whatever the case may be, I believe you have more than proven yourself worthy of earning your new title."

"Gotcha! How do I work it out though? Is there a list with the letter of my first name and the month I was born in?"

"No, no, nothing so obtuse." He replied. "All that is required from you is for us to share a single kiss, from which I will handle the rest of the rite."

"Oh! Um...a-about that..." Kobber stammered, temporarily averting her gaze from the arachne as she was visibly abashed for the very first time that night as evident by her burning features. "I've never actually...k-kissed a boy before..." Her voice becoming so faint, it was close to inaudible.

"Oh, Such purity is a trait seldom found in girls your age!" Selekos announced, his dark eyes wide with surprise "In that case, may I have the honour of stealing your first?"

"I dunno..." Kobber trailed off a little, unsure if she was fond of the prospect of having her first ever smooch be with a man who possessed an admittedly repulsive spider body, even if his blue face was fairly comely.

"I understand your sentiments wholeheartedly, though please understand it is entirely imperative to the sacred sacraments and we are unable to go through with them until you agree." Selekos explained. "The choice is yours and yours alone to make however. I shall not force you."

"Weeell...I guess it'll be okay then..." She unconfidently answered after a protracted ponder, though still unsure if her own judgment was truly correct. Before she could even consider rectifying the decision, however, she found the spider-priest's narrow lips now locked against her own, his slimy tongue slipping its way inside her mouth as they exchange saliva, each of them able to sample the lingering, bitter flavour of cum from each other's slobber, though Kobber could additionally discern the overpoweringly noxious, alcoholic sapor from the arahchne's toxic sputum. "Is this what all kisses are like...?" She contemplated, the interior of her burning cheeks now starting to feel somewhat numb while she and Selekos shared the oral embrace.

Their prolonged kiss came to a close once Selekos withdrew his face from Kobber's face, leaving the princess in a psuedo-drunken daze as she processed her premiere snog while watching him inexplicably spray their mixed saliva from his pouted lips - which took on a slight lilac tint thanks to the arachne's venom - into the dusty web behind them. The reason why he did this, Kobber could not even begin to speculate, but she observed him studying the vaguely violet droplets intently as they twinkled amongst the immemorial strands in what looked to be nothing more than a spattering of spittle with no deliberate pattern to the average plebeian, but Selekos looked as though he was...reading their jumbled arrangement, for lack of a more accurate verb, not unlike in the manner one would interpret a fragment of prose. His construal concluded after a short while when he gave low chuckle to himself. "How fitting..." He mumbled before turning to address his waiting flock, holding Kobber by the shoulders as he did to also pivot her in the same direction. "Sisters and brothers! Tonight is one of great rejoicing, for we introduce a new spawnling to our cluster: I give you she who hath been dubbed thus by divine will of adulated Lniythp: Sister Storm-Touch!"

"Storm-Touch...?" Kobber parroted the sobriquet in her own cadence. "Not as cute as Snow-Caller...but it kinda has a nice ring to it! Storm-Touch...Storm-Touch..." The princess continued to repeat her new nickname as its revelation was met with jubilant cries of "wřþah, wřþah!" from the ensemble below (barring Sølv, of course). Kobber was used to the masses lionising her presence countless times before, being a princess of the kingdom and all, but there was some obscure difference about the praise she was receiving here which she could not quite put into words. While she always appreciated an applause no matter where she wandered, it felt in this place as though she deserved such praise through her deeds rather than by simple circumstance of birth, giving her a more fulfilling sense of pride and satisfaction in turn. Even if she could not fully verbalise the cause of those emotions herself, Kobber nonetheless broadly beamed towards the feting community, feeling as though - for the first time in her young life - she was somewhere outside of the comfort of the palace walls where she truly belonged, free to pursue her prohibited impulses without worry for tarnishing her good name...even if they had to conducted under an alias and guise.

Those feelings were quickly dashed, however, when the shouts of congratulation turned into screams of alarm, starting from the rearmost end of the mob. Unfamiliar torchlight flooded the same tunnelled walkway where Kobber and Sølv had first entered from what seemed to be hours ago now, bringing with it a small group of men outfitted in clamorous chain mail and helmets, brandishing sharpened spears and swords with some of them holding onto the leather leashes of furious, barking dogs.

"By the Gods! Witches! Looks like that tip-off was right after all!" The greying captain at the forefront of this raid exclaimed as his ageing, disbelieving eyes laid upon the panicked mob of nudity before him. "Werner, have your men flank the right! Robert, you take the left! Don't let a single one of these degenerates get away, boys!"

With that, the rabid canines were let loose from their restraints and immediately charged into the congregation, gnashing and tearing at the rapidly dissipating communicants, every last one of whom were in a desperate rush to escape the circle before the soldiers make their advance, rounding Kobber's newfound siblings one at a time like wild animals. It was truly every man and woman for themselves, as brothers shoved past sisters in their flight, or sisters throwing brothers into the enforcers in vain sacrifice. Staunch-Shield and some of the other sturdier masked men took it upon themselves to band together and valiantly keep the wall of troopers at bay with naught but their bare fists, though they themselves soon succumbed without weaponry of their own or even clothes on their back. Kobber, in a fear-induced panic, hopped from the hillock to lose herself amongst the throng, struggling to sprint as several dozen bodies constantly darted past her in no clear direction like headless chickens, just barely managing to slip past a detachment of soldiers as they made a direct rush for the rise where she stood just seconds before to confront Selekos head-on.

Even with their blades brandished before him, the arachne denied them a peaceful surrender and savagely slashed at his attackers in self-defence, swiftly and deftly utilising his natural, crimson claws. The arachne was able to draw blood from a face or two from his assailants but was quickly routed, his long arms were grappled by two soldiers each before being pinned to the ground as his four pairs of fragile legs thrashed wildly in the air in an attempt to break free. The elderly captain approached soon thereafter, carrying with him a length of rope with which he personally tautened around Selekos' wrists once they had been forced together after a severe struggle.

"Right, Eight-Legs, you've been warned before! Come along quietly now and there'll be no trouble..." Kobber could just barely make out the old man say to the captured priest as he was brought upright once more.

"You cannot stop us!" Selekos fanatically spat out, his attractive, white tresses now dishevelled from the takedown. "The time of the wreathing is at hand!" He further added before being pre-emptively silenced by a well-place punch to his slender midriff.

"Yeah, yeah, save it for the bailiff, ya loony..." Was the elderly gent's only response.

Kobber was now truly frightened. The priest who shewed her naught but kindness and encouragement during their brief interactions contrary to his monstrous physiology was now being brutalised at the hands of those bearing the lawful blue-and-white colours of Snjorland's coat-of-arms upon their tabards. All the brunette could do was stare, paralysed with confusion and fear as her entire outlook spun itself on its head in a heartbeat, brought about by the orgy of insanity between the violent patrolmen and frantic votaries. With her head throbbing from a reality that went against her binary beliefs, a slender arm reached out from amidst the pandemonium and snatched Kobber away from where she was rooted in place. At first, the princess believed she had been captured by one of the militarants and struggled against the hold, repeatedly crying out "No! No!" while shaking her head in a disbelieving panic, but the unexpected strength behind the skinny appendage was too great for her to resist and she soon found herself being dragged to Gods-know-where against her will.

Much to her relief, however, the brunette recognised the milky skin of the fingers wrapped around her wrist when she reopened her eyes. Her conjecture was confirmed when she saw it attached to a shoulder hidden by lustrous locks of darkest ebony. Fighting past the stampeding droves, Sølv brought her twin to the islet's perimeter in record time and slipped herself in between the encircling cyclopean menhirs with her sister in tow to avoid persecution (Eit's voluptuous body almost causing her to become stuck in the space as she squeezed through). The elder sister cast one final, forlorn look to the tumultuous scene they were leaving behind before being ushered along a hidden, alternate exit by the younger: an extremely narrow ridge of earth which stretched across the span of the bog and connected the isle back to the forest, and slim to the point where it could only be safely tread by placing each step directly in front of the last, all the while maintaining a stable balance. After the two sisters had carefully crossed back onto the mainland without incident, Sølv hastily tore the masks from both her own and Kobber's faces before discarding the incriminating articles into the mud below, where they would rapidly sink to the bottom of the swamp and remain there till the day of Ragnarök.

Again, Sølv took her sister by the hand without a word and together they made a mad dash through the woods, far from the islet of standing stones. Kobber could hear the bedlam they had absconded from grow gradually fainter and fainter the further they fled yet it never quite seemed to completely disappear from the discernable sound waves, no matter how much distance they covered.

"W-well, uh, that was fun...!" Kobber eventually spoke up in a petty endeavour to alleviate the depressive ambience, repressing her concern and sorrow behind a perturbed, insincere smile and quavering, faux convivial timbre. "Thanks for inviting me along, Sølv...j-just a shame about Mr. Guard and Mr. Selekos and all the rest though...why'd those guys have to butt in and ruin our fun anyway?" The younger sister did not respond to the question straight away, as if she herself was taking time to contemplate the calamity that had just transpired before them and was now meticulously selecting the correct vocabulary with which to condense the disastrous state of affairs in a way her simple sibling could comprehend.

"People's initial reactions to that which they fail to understand...is to typically lash out and quell any deviance from the established notions of normality by means they see fit..." The pale-faced twin quickly answered, an extremely marginal tone of wavering dejection underlying her otherwise expressionless voice, something Kobber thought she would never hear coming from Sølv in a million years, though she decided perhaps now was not the most appropriate time to follow up on such a thing, remaining silent for a few seconds longer before stating her concluding sentence:

"You know...if Mr. Guard and Mr. Selekos and all the rest ever get out of trouble...I wouldn't mind doing all that again!" The elder princess optimistically expressed, though her speech went unacknowledged. For the time being, the two sisters focused on returning to the brook where they had left their personal garbs hanging over a branch, running through the trees - with nary but the shoes on their feet being the sole articles of clothing still left on their persons - back to the overworld of the mundane. Recent, unfavourable events notwithstanding, Kobber was already greatly anticipating what next exciting play-date her sister had in store for her, hoping only that it would end a little more...wholesome.