The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 31

"With pleasure, mighty Bastian."

"And because you have pleased me so well, I have a reward for you beyond the graces I have bestowed upon you. I gift you with increased strength, endurance, and vitality. And with this." He handed a glimmering silver short sword with sapphires set in the hilt and pommel to her. Its blade had a soft blue glowing aura to it. Shiloh cocked an eyebrow at him curiously. "I call it Darksbane. This blade is special because of its ability to smite non-believers. Use it wisely."

She caressed it lovingly before bestowing upon him a wild kiss of thanks. "You honor me with these gifts, Lord Bastian."

"You have earned them, my lovely knight. You know what you must do. Just don't keep me waiting." A wicked grin graced his face before he faded out of sight.

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Shiloh returned to Myra and found her curled up amongst the soft furs and skin caressing silk. She removed her armor and tossed it to the tiled floor, climbing in beside the sable haired lady. Warmth radiated from Myra's skin, drawing Shiloh closer. Shiloh nuzzled against Myra, spooning herself against her.

The new presence in the bed woke Myra from her sleep. At first she wiggled away from the hands that were slowly sliding over her flesh. It was a gentler touch than she was used to, softer in every way. She rolled over, coming face to face with the owner of the fingers that were skimming delicately over her dusky nipples that had turned into hardened peaks. Myra gasped and squirmed as desire assailed every fiber of her being.

Wasting no time, Shiloh leaned in and kissed Myra slowly, taking time to savor the delicious moment. Then she changed her tempo, her lips running aggressively and purposefully all over the Myra's pouty mouth and face, gliding slowly to her ears, then down her slender neck, and eventually settling on the cleric's smooth, silky shoulders, which she licked, kissed, and devoured. While this was going on Shiloh's hands remained busy as well, feeling their way all over Myra's nude form, continually gliding up and down her long legs, her curvy hips and sides, occasionally squeezing her ass cheeks, and eventually returning to the cleric's smaller but perfectly formed breasts, which she hungrily squeezed, caressed, and fondled.

"I want to devour you," Shiloh murmured, pushing Myra flat against the mattress, her mouth moving in to kiss and suckle on Myra's exposed nipples, both of which showed undisputable evidence of her increasing level of arousal. Shiloh greedily mouthed, nibbled, licked, and sucked on Myra's beautiful breasts. She moaned aloud at the sensations assailing her. Myra's thoughts of pushing Shiloh away scattered as she felt Shiloh part her slick nether folds, slipping her fingers within Myra's throbbing channel, working them in and out.

Shiloh scooted down the length of Myra's body and opened her warm, moist mouth over Myra's sex, drawing the cleric's sensitive, swollen bud into an intimate kiss that made Myra's world spin on its axis. Myra groaned and bucked her hips, losing all conscious thought when she felt Shiloh's tongue, pleasantly rough, delving deep into her wet core, then stroking over Myra's most sensitive part. All the while moving faster and deeper as her fingers reached up to fondle and caress Myra's breasts and hard pebbled nipples.

At that moment, Myra had an irresistible urge to wrap her legs around Shiloh, trapping the blonde rogue at the epicenter of her need. She fought the doubts that lingered at the sidelines of her conscience, the ones that whispered how wrong it was to indulge in such blasphemy. A part of her desperately wanted to see this through and the other knew she would surely burn in the hells for letting it happen.

"Shiloh, we must stop. Torment me no further. This is wrong!" Myra panted as she attempted to sit up.

But Shiloh was having none of it. She rose up and kissed Myra, softly at first, then more aggressive, mouth open and tongues battling. A low heat spread thru her, radiating out from her pussy. She pushed Myra back down flat and renewed the magic her tongue was creating on Myra's clit while she plunged two fingers deep inside the writhing cleric, sliding them in and out, pumping them frantically. It was only then when she knew she had Myra where she wanted her did she begin to work her tongue in tight circles around the swollen nub peaking out from under its hood.

The light stroking of Shiloh's tongue ignited sparks of electricity. And in that moment the darkness surrounding Myra exploded into millions of sparkling white stars as she careened helplessly upwards to touch them. A scream of pleasure erupted from her lips. Myra rubbed herself against Shiloh, riding the waves of her climax. She rocked against her with wild abandon, her head thrashing about on the pillows, her moans echoing throughout the room. Myra cried out as splinters of heat spread through her body, racing recklessly to the core of her very being. Shiloh's fingers and tongue moved faster between Myra's legs, driving her closer. Her pussy quivered around Shiloh's thrusting fingers before clenching. Her legs shook as the heat washed over her. Head thrown back, she screamed as she came. Shiloh fingered her through her orgasm, thrusting, once, twice, then a third time as a third finger joined the other two.

Shiloh's tenaciousness refused to relent. She would bring Myra to a higher plateau, readying her for Bastian. She softly caressed Myra's slick, heated flesh before she traced a path up one pussy lip and down the other before circling her wet entrance. Shiloh sank her fingers back into her hot, wet depths before pulling back all the way. Forward and back, pushing further inside of her with each thrust until she was in as far as she could go. She blazed a trail of fire as she kissed her way back up to Myra's breasts.

Shiloh spread the fingers on her hand apart. Her thumb pressed hard on Myra's clit, rubbing it slowly at first before picking up the pace. Two fingers remained in the cleric's tight clenching channel while the remaining two teased the puckered entrance of her dark tunnel. Slowly, Shiloh pushed past the barrier ring of Myra's back door, sinking further into her dark passage.

Gasping, Myra's clenched her body as a small jolt of pain coursed through her, but Shiloh was quick to soothe her. She suckled harder on her nipples while rubbing her thumb quicker on Myra's jutting nubbin. The two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy made haste to find the pleasure spot inside Myra, causing a groan of pleasure to follow the pain.

Shiloh withdrew her finger, then replaced it with two in Myra's backside, stretching the delicate walls. There was pain again for a moment before she began to feel the pleasure. Shiloh used her thumb to circle Myra's swollen clit before sucking the hard nubbin into her mouth once more. Moaning, Myra tried to move. Shiloh held her place, pumping faster and faster, keeping the same pace of the fingers in Myra's ass as her fingers in her quivering pussy.

Tingles spread through Myra like wildfire, and all she could do was take Shiloh's dual thrusts, unleashing cries of pleasure to fill the room. Her climax grew, building higher and higher as she thrashed about and each thrust caused her orgasm to twist and coil tighter. Rivulets of sweat slipped over her brow, down her chest. Her body rocked back and forth with each assault. Myra's breath came out in harsh pants, her grip on the bedcovers increased. Shiloh bit down on her clit and Myra exploded on a tidal wave of fire. Swept away and flying high, she skyrocketed even higher as another wave took her to the stars.

One of Shiloh's hands slipped up, taking hold of Myra's breast, rolling and pinching her nipples causing her body to jerk as a jolt of electricity went straight to her clit. Shiloh flicked and sucked her clit, the fingers between her legs continuing to thrust.

Shiloh fucked her hard, the pace fast. Myra's legs were shaking, toes curling. She came over and over again; climactic aftershocks caused her to shake uncontrollably. It was all too much and Myra swore she couldn't take any more pleasure. But Shiloh had other things in mind. She knew at the moment Myra's defenses would be down. The cleric would be most susceptible to being lead to Bastian.

"Will your wobbly legs hold you?" Shiloh whispered in Myra's ear as she nuzzled her lips against her.

"Why?"

Shiloh pulled back enough to see Myra's puzzled expression. "I have found something I believe you'll be interested in. Come with me."

"I have to dress," the cleric insisted.

Shiloh shook her head. "No, you don't. Come with me. No one will see us," she gazed upon Myra with imploring eyes, begging her to agree.

Myra sighed as the last vestiges of pleasure thrummed through her veins. "Shiloh, why is this so important?"

"You'll see. Let's not keep Him waiting." Shiloh crawled off the bed pulling Myra with her. "The moment has arrived and my Lord is eager for you. He'll delight in your deliciousness, just as I have."

Myra shot her a cold look. "Is that what the seduction was all about? Your ploy to catch me unawares, but I'll have you know that I am strong in my faith. You're as much of a deviant as the followers of the foul god this temple was dedicated to."

Shiloh flashed a knowing look at Myra, tugging at her arm. "You enjoyed my affections greatly, though. Tell me this, can your Sun Lord give you what the Lord of Lust, Hedonism and Vengeance can give you? If he does, then I see no harm in your coming with me. You have everything to gain if you but free your mind and open up to the possibilities that are here."

A muscle in Myra's jaw twitched momentarily as she thought about Shiloh's words. The thief had said nothing about returning to Christano. "Fine, but I don't understand why this is so important."

Shiloh grinned wickedly and nodded before she led her to the room with the altar. The air shimmered and Bastian stepped into plain view, his ruby eyes flicking up and down the length of Myra's nude form quite appreciatively. A smiled graced his face as he extended his hand out to her. "Come, my pet. I have been awaiting your arrival with great anticipation."

Myra eyed him warily, his presence nearly overwhelming her. Her eyes scanned the length of his skin that she swore only could have been made of spun rubies, drinking in the awe-inspiring beauty of him. His torso was twice as wide as hers, and he towered over her. His unblinking eyes were dark ruby stars. His arms were unfeasibly muscular. His rough hands were large; his fingers could surely encircle her waist. His legs were like tree-trunks, each thickly knotted with muscle, but it was the formidable erection looming between his legs that caused a gasp to slip from her lips. She quivered at the sight of it. "I belong to another faith and it is strong in me."

A wide smile crossed his handsome face. He flipped his long obsidian hued hair over his shoulder and took a step forward. "But I can make you stronger. With me, you will never be held in thrall to such a weak willed philanderer."

"Christano is not the philanderer you accuse him of," Myra charged, vehemently, turning to walk away. Shiloh placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled at her. It was at that moment when Myra looked back at Bastian and saw something new in his eyes. An image appeared before her, bringing forth from her a gasp of surprise. It was if she were looking through Christano's very eyes and deep into his soul, invading his thoughts.

Christano's gaze lingered on the most voluptuous parts of Shiloh's body. Slipping from her large breasts to her thin waist, curvaceous hips and rounded ass that swung like a bell when she moved before falling upon her shapely thighs and the vee at the juncture of them. The paladin longed to be between them and would do anything for the chance to thrust his cock within her wet depths, making her scream out passionately.

"Look deep inside yourself, Myra and you will know he speaks the truth. Your dear Christano has already propositioned me once on this trip. He wanted to bed me, as well as Shanna. You know it's true. It wouldn't surprise me that he already has." Shiloh purred, hoping to persuade her.

Myra let out a huff of exasperation. "It's only because you two behave so shamelessly."

"I have no interest in Christano. I see him for what he is and he can't hold a candle to my Lord Bastian. Trust me, Myra. I wouldn't lead you astray on this." Shiloh steered her back to the altar that Bastian stood nearby.

Bastian extended a hand, softly caressing her face and hair, slowly and cautiously at first. After a few more moments, he grew bolder, his hands slipping down to her neck and shoulders. "You have nothing to fear from me, my precious one. I am in need of a high priestess and your need to be treated as an equal called to me. Trust me, and take this chance. Stop living in that mortal's shadow and build your own destiny. You have it in you to be the woman you've always desired. All you have to do is take my hand and I shall empower you to become that woman."

His clawed fingers discreetly slipped over her nipples before pulling away completely. He then offered his right hand to her. A look of confusion graced her delicate features. "What do you know of my desires? Furthermore, I am already a priestess of the Sun Lord. How can I abandon my faith?"

"The Sun Lord has many followers, many priests to his name. I have few. I am willing to depart a fraction of my power to you as the high priestess. Your divine grace will not diminish; in fact it'll blossom. Look into my eyes, my precious one, and see for yourself what I am offering you."

Myra felt a shudder race through her core as she looked into his deep red eyes. The scene before caused her to gasp and tremble with anger. "How could he?!?!" How could Chris say the words that were only supposed to be reserved for her? "Damn him!"

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Shanna had him. She had him right where she wanted him and she knew it. She could feel his eyes upon her as she removed the sexy black armor, mounting it upon a nearby stand. She stretched and preened, flaunting her near flawless form, before she climbed onto the bed. He followed close behind her, watching her every move. He began to unbuckle the straps on his armor, removing the pieces and setting them aside carefully before divesting himself of the leather jerkin, breeches and linen shirt he wore beneath his golden plate armor.

The bed was soft and Shanna's eyes were inviting. She drew him in, like a bee to sweet nectar. Her allure was difficult to resist, yet he found he had no desire. His conquest of her was going to be easy as pie. They both knew it.

"It's time to begin your training," he remarked with a smirk as he followed her onto the bed.

"What training are you referring to?" Shanna demurred, coyly gazing upon him.

"I'll show you the light, little one. The true way." A grin crossed his face, his eyes shining with want of her. Christano uttered not a word, letting his actions speak for him. He pounced on her, covering her with his larger body. She could feel a warmth rise in her body, feel the moistness gathering. Shanna instantly felt a jolt of desire, a heady rush of heat between her thighs. A purr slipped from her lips as she arched her back and let her thighs fall wide apart. Christano grinned and slapped the inside of her thigh firmly. The grin on his face grew as he rubbed the insides of her thighs, and knelt down between her legs. He softly bit and kissed the insides of her thighs, slowly moving up. Shanna thrashed about while her breathing increased as his fingers teased over the outer folds, over her mound, his lips and tongue flicking over the insides of her thighs. He pulled his hand away and pressed his mouth over her wet opening, sliding his tongue deep into her tight slit. He ran his tongue over her lips, sucking her softly as his hands moved up to hold her hips, one sliding up further to take one of her bountiful breasts in his hand. Shanna moaned and bucked under his touch and the feel of his mouth, crying out softly. He continued sucking, sliding a finger inside her deep and thrusting it slowly while sucking her clitoris until he felt her tense and jerk, panting as a climax swept over her. She screamed from the pleasure of it, her body convulsing.

"Serve me, little one." Christano spoke softly, though his words took such a commanding tone, she couldn't help but obey. He pushed her to her knees on the floor, standing in front of her. His turgid erection bobbed before her very eyes. Shanna licked her lips. "You are in need of discipline and I shall gladly dispense it."

Her hand slipped around his cock, pulling him closer to her. She ran her fingertips gently over the length, tracing the thick vein from its base until it reached the crown and stroked around the sensitive ridge. Then she moved to the head, that lightest of touches, just enough to allow a drop of pre-cum to escape. Shanna moved her mouth over his cock. The tip of her tongue traced the slit at the end, licking her way over the engorged purple head and down to crown's ridge. She engulfed the head between her lips, her tongue caressing it, bathing it in her oral juices. She went lower, her tongue flicking down the length of his shaft, not wanting to miss even the slightest bit of his warm fragrant flesh.

The head grazed the roof of Shanna's mouth, then after the slightest of pauses, it passed into the tight confines of her throat. She hummed and moaned around him before she let him withdraw the head, until it was barely lodged in her mouth, before once again she pushed down and engulfed his cock a little deeper Once again she withdrew, only to descend a third time. The movement became slightly quicker, more hurried. At the fourth time she felt him swelling even more, the constriction around the cock head as it passed into her throat was like a warm ring of flesh squeezing him each and every stroke. Christano threw his head back, unleashing a mighty bellow as he sank his hands into her hair. He bucked his hips, thrusting deeply. Just as the first spasm erupted, she descended again over his girth, pushing down forcefully until she had engulfed him entirely. She fought back the urge to sneeze as his golden blond curls tickled her nose. And the first shot of cum passed directly into her throat, her muscles tightened around him to squeeze the warm pungent liquid from the shaft. The second blast coated her throat before she rose up to take the third and fourth into her mouth, her tongue now coaxing the final droplets from the now over sensitive tip. He pulled back, sitting upon the edge of the bed. "You have a talented mouth," he stated before he sank his hand into another fistful of hair. "You should put it to good use again. Get me hard."

Shanna grinned and went to work on him again, her tongue bathing him, her lips nursing him, her hot mouth coaxing him back to full aching hardness. He pushed her away, removing his swollen member from her mouth. "Get on the bed, little slut. On all fours, you are in need of further education."

Shanna scrambled to obey him, presenting her pleasantly rounded bottom in the air before him. He moved in behind her. She moaned as she felt his fingers start to run up and down the length of her slit. "Your pussy is wet. Good girl."

She looked back over her shoulder, beaming at him. "Yes, soaking." He pushed two fingers into her channel. Shanna moaned loudly. Her need was nearly unbearable. She needed something more, much more. "Fuck me now!"

Christano chuckled low in his throat. He teased her relentlessly, pulling back when he knew she was on the verge of exploding. "Control yourself," he barked before he brought a stinging slap down upon her bottom. She howled as pleasure swept away the pain of it. She whirled around to face him.