The Priestess' Punishment Pt. 05

Within moments the harder sex became the priestess' only concern, and she pursued her release with vigour. Her lover's penis split her in two; separated her conscious mind from her body, and transported her to cloud nine where she lost all sense of time and meaning.

Her head rolled back over a sturdy shoulder, and she stared up through the glass of the cathedral ceiling. It was all blurry because the intrusion inside her was too big, and it was making her cry. But some distant part of her acknowledged that a full moon had risen, and that it was beautiful. That was funny, because she couldn't comprehend whether or not she had ever paid any attention to something so ordinary. She let out a brief, silly giggle at herself, before returning to the unrestrained cries that accompanied her rollercoaster of ecstasy.

Long dark hair was tickling her face, but it smelled pleasantly of rice oil, and she wanted to keep it close by. She put her hands out and grabbed at something for support. She connected with the smooth skin of a woman's legs, but they were not her own. She gripped onto the knees, and used them as leverage to manoeuvre herself around the man's lap. Her hips were tilted back even more, and the intercourse felt even better.

She pressed harder into the flesh beneath her heals, but then strong hands seized her feet, and held them out wide. Her presence was barely still connected to her environment, and yet she had the grace to blush harder as she felt her body being manipulated by two people into the sluttiest position imaginable.

"Yes," she mumbled. "Look at me, all of me. Worship me, and love me."

Each time she impaled herself on that mighty phallus, he rubbed up hard against her front wall. Their coupling sounded wetter than before. Almost all the moisture was of her making, and she exhibited her body with confidence. The pressure was building faster now. Everything felt perfect. It was almost enough.

"Aiii! Yes!" she laboured under her pleasure. She had to fight for breath that was continuously wasted to produce her loud cries. It was no good. She needed more oxygen to consume that man's penis fast enough to satisfy her, but she couldn't exercise enough control to quiet her complaints. She needed to gag herself. There was something warm and fleshy touching her cheek, and she turned her face to bite onto it - hard.

There was a guttural sound; a feminine grunt. Maybe the person behind her didn't quite agree with having a girl's teeth latched onto her neck, but, the attentive service between her thighs continued without pause, and Linarei maintained her animal-like hold on that other body. She didn't want to bite through the flesh, but she tried to suck it into her mouth. If she was sucking hard enough, she wasn't screaming.

She found the strength to push her hands harder into Filipia's knees, and to grind her hips in firmer, wider circles. Doing so brought pain to some unfamiliar injury on her butt, not that it was of any concern since she needed the stronger penetration. A large pair of breasts continued to cushion her shoulders, preventing her from falling back, no matter how reckless she was in her love making.

Linarei found her rhythm at the cost of losing her mind, and sought to drown herself in a soup of warm body parts, heady scents, and sex. The clitoral stimulation harmonised with thrusts that filled her beyond what was possible, and her only choice was to submit to the melodies that ravaged her over-calibrated nervous system. Though her second climax for the evening was proving harder to arrive at, she understood that it would also be much more powerful than the last. It might be strong enough to stop her heart, or perhaps the crescendo would overload her nerves and send her back into some terrible coma.

She didn't care. She couldn't stop now no matter what, not even if the great dome above them were to collapse. Not even if that huge moon crashed down to the earth and engulfed them all in an awesome, inescapable conflagration. She was so close now. And for the first time to her recollection, she thought she knew actual happiness, if only in the moment.

Barus was struggling. The Archpriestess had turned out to be an enthusiastic lover well beyond his expectations, and her forceful grinding over his cock was more stimulation than he could withstand for long. He could not take his eyes off his partner. Atop him, she was surely the incarnation of the Goddess Auralux, now openly bathing in the soft, pale light of the full moon. Silver was reflected upon silver everywhere her hair fell about her shoulders; so much hair that it completely veiled the half-nude woman who sat behind her.

The press of that woman's bare butt into his thighs was not lost on him, nor was the tickle of her long, thick pussy hairs. But he was unable to isolate the paladin's gifts well enough to properly appreciate her. At best, she offered a slight distraction from the supreme female laid bare before his stare, and her savage sexuality that sought to nullify his stamina at any moment.

The silken curls upon Linarei's mons pubis seemed to come alive from the mercury that coated them and glistened in the moonlight. The fluid was flowing freely from her vagina, with Filipia routinely collecting it to keep the circles she was rubbing smooth and effective.

With the Primordial paladin's assistance, Linarei was leaning back, presenting her body to him completely uninhibited. He held her feet out wide for his own enjoyment, and she pushed back against him relentlessly, toenails grinding into his palms while the force was directed through her legs and into his cock. Their lintercourse was hot and wet, and violent and surreal. Barus couldn't help but believe that he would need to pay for this unprecedented privilege, somehow, someday. Perhaps with his very life, but perhaps even that would not be enough to balance the scales.

Filipia's rubbing naturally drew his eye. Linarei's clitoris was so tiny, he had barely been able to distinguish the hardened bud when he had been going down on her earlier. Nor could he see it now, for those fingers worked over her meticulously. The girl had been rendered bereft of all sensibility, had lost her need for speech. But in his view, her sweet mating song was the only voice she needed now.

Her eyes had taken on a rather vacant look, moving mostly to blink away her steady stream of tears. He thought this of her before too, that his presence didn't mean much to her. He was just a tool to her, a warm, rigid rod for her to take her pleasure upon. But that was ok. After all, how could he possibly have any complaints?

He was just a step away from the edge now. The tilt of his partner's hips forced his cock to bend inside her body, and with each revolution she pressed her well-padded butt down without any pause for consideration. He suffered a sustained ache in his balls, and if she was oblivious to his discomfort then that somehow made the pain more exquisite. The Archpriestess was heaven, and she was hell, and the recklessness with which she bore her weight down upon him accelerated him towards a foregone conclusion.

Barus expected the intense stimulation to leave his penis red and sore for several days, but again, he would have no complaints. As with the scratches and bruising on his testicles, he would cherish any sensation that might keep this impossible memory fresh for a little longer. He would cling to anything that would serve as later proof that this really happened, and was not just a bizarre and fanciful dream.

Linarei was rotating upon his lap with unparalleled enthusiasm, and he locked his eyes onto the obscenity of her spread vulva. He could never grow tired of watching the violet petals of her labia stretch over his girth each time she melded their bodies together, though the process in reverse was just as provocative. She had learned to lift her hips until his tip was barely inside her. She must have enjoyed her pussy stretching over his crown as much as he did, but did she know that she exposed her juicy, pink insides each time she reached that apex?

Just beneath Filipia's hard working fingertips, there was the hidden opening through which Linarei made her water. Barus wanted to make Linarei cum again. He hoped to witness it this time at its source - that strange female mystery that had caused such a wet mess during her first orgasm.

"Yes!" his lover almost screamed the word, except that she couldn't seem to dedicate much breath to her voice. "I'm going to..." their physical union must have linked their minds, too. He had willed her to reach her climax, and now it seemed she would. And he would finish with her - Stacia knew that he was only holding out by sheer force of will, with each passing second being a separate, desperate trial.

"Yes!" the cry came again, and she slammed her sex over him even harder, apparently determined to squeeze the cum right out of his achy balls. Filipia let go of her breast to give her more support behind her back, and now those lovely orbs bounced about chaotically. She kept one hand over Linarei's clit - if anything she was now rubbing with firmer, faster dedication.

It had become too much, and Barus found himself wincing like an idiot. The feast for his eyes was a devastating complement to the physical pleasure, and the sweet pain. The priestess' tits were performing their signature dance again, and this time he had a front row seat. Her full, pink teats were like a pair of stars performing erotically for the titillation of their private audience. Her pussy squeezed him in that hot, wet embrace, and fluttered from a few contractions that heralded her big coming moment.

In the end, Barus arrived there a few seconds ahead of his partner. His need washed through his body like a king wave towering over already turbulent shallows. His orgasm, so hard earned, was powerful enough to make his whole body spasm with pleasure. He involuntarily kicked his legs, but Filipia was a sturdy warrior who would not topple over easily. He slid his arms forward to push down atop Linarei's thighs, just in time to shoot the first few spurts of his load deep into her body.

"No! Not inside me!" His lover finally acknowledged him with an expression of panic, though she didn't stop her fierce straddling.

"Yes!" Barus argued, even as he felt another hot stream erupt from his penis. But he knew there was more yet to unload. "Cum with me now!"

"Eeeeee? Aaaargh!" Linarei tensed up. Barus saw the white on Filipia's knees where the girl dug her fingernails in hard. She stopped moving, but Barus continued to thrust up into her, letting out another long spurt, and yet another. His great itch was at last attended to. Each drop of spent semen replaced much of his pent-up sexual rage with instant satisfaction. Filipia maintained her assault on the girl's clitoris, and, at last, she too arrived at her climax.

"Ho! Ho! Haaaaaah!" Lingerie's vagina squeezed him with a series of powerful contractions, and suddenly her water was released through that tiny hole he had been staring at. It sprayed in all directions, thanks to Filipia's apparent refusal to cease stimulating her even now. The liquid was warm and clear, and the smell of sex in the air intensified as the couple bathed in this new height of eroticism. It soaked his thighs and pubic area, spattered his chest and pooled in his belly.

Barus was in love. She looked beautiful as she showered him, dirtied him with the product of their congress. In just a few seconds she had expelled more fluid than his own big show, but she was fascinating to him.

He kept thrusting up into her, long after he had completed the deposit of every last drop of his seed. Linarei screamed throughout, her face tilted heavenward. Suddenly she slapped Filipia's hand away from her downstairs, and Barus drank in the sight of her completely exposed, bare pussy. Her little clitoral hood was trembling as her last few high pressure squirts blasted his abdomen. Only when it slowed to a trickle did her cries of gratification wane.

And yet, it was not over for her. Her thighs convulsed, and her vagina kept fluttering over his still hard, if spent cock. He could see her clitoris now, an elusive pearl that made a brief and rare appearance while the girl's genitals were so fully engorged. "Haaa," she gasped, and he saw her smiling at last; the tears had stopped rolling from her eyes, and she was able to keep them tightly closed. His own pleasure had been extraordinary - the best sex of his life, concluding with his most intense orgasm ever. But it was over for him now, and his continued enjoyment now came from watching his partner.

"Nnnnnn!" she was experiencing yet another of her delectable contractions. "Ahhhh," she became calmer with each passing moment, and then at last, she opened her eyes. Her silver pupils regarded him directly for the first time since Filipia had joined in. Linarei was still leaning into the woman, but was still now but for a slight rubbing of her shoulders. She offered him a contented smile, and he could tell she was taking comfort in the close embrace of her trusted retainer.

It was over now, and Barus wanted to say something. But what? Should he thank her, compliment her, or both? Apologise? Somehow, no words he could think of gave justice to the experience. She was still staring at him, and he suddenly realised that his face was probably frozen in the kind of unseemly grimace a man might make during a powerful orgasm. He fixed that, and returned her smile. She was breathing heavily; her breasts rose and fell with a noble grace.

But my, has she made a mess!

He was saturated by her squirting, and so much had ended up soaking the sheets, he wondered if the bed would ever be the same. He didn't envy the person who would be tasked with changing the linens each day. He was just glad that she was like this. "You're extraordinary," he murmured at last.

Linarei raised an eyebrow, but said nothing in response.

"Shall I help you up?" Filipia's voice enquired huskily, and the girl nodded. He felt Filipia's weight depart from him first. She was still naked from the waist down, but Barus was so thoroughly satiated that he no longer felt an inclination to stare. Kneeling, she offered Linarei her hand, and the girl raised herself from Barus' lap. As soon as she did, a small stream of their mixed juices leaked from her. But his load had been many times that amount, he was sure. Most of his seed would remain inside of her, to be slowly absorbed within her body. For no logical reason he could think of, that pleased him immensely.

Once clear of Barus, Linarei collapsed again, opting to lie on her side, facing away from the mate who had been forced upon her. He still wanted to say something more, but his wits must have been as exhausted as his manhood, and he just could not express himself.

All of a sudden, his continued presence seemed quite undignified, and somehow disrespectful to the woman he had just raped and abused - even if she had seemed agreeable enough in the end.

"I will take my leave, give you some privacy." That was all he said in the end, and he pried himself from the magnetic pull of Linarei's bed. He broke free of its softness, its warmth, and her smell. He found his pants and pulled them back on. The tunic would be somewhere too, but it was not essential. "I wish you all the best... both of you." He had hoped to sound a little more refined this time, but directing his farewell to both women just sounded awkward when it came out. "Ladies," he added with a small bow, before turning and making a bee-line to the elevator.

Standing upon the circular platform, he looked back at the Archpriestess one last time. All he could see was her impossible silver hair catching the rays of the full moon, and even now, at the end, he was taken by her dazzling beauty. Apparently she had no desire to look at him again. Barus smiled as the irony hit him. He had been sent here to punish her, but it was likely that he would suffer the longest after their encounter.

There was a tugging at his heart, a hopeful idea that just maybe it would be ok for him to extend his stay a little. He could just climb onto the bed again, and lie next to Linarei. Nothing on their Earth would soften his heart like the privilege of sleeping by her side tonight. She hadn't explicitly asked him to leave, and that would remain her prerogative if his company at any point became unwelcome. So, maybe he could do that?

But then, the elevator started moving. Someone below must have known that it was time for him to leave, even if he wasn't so sure himself.

Oh well. Perhaps this is for the best.

And with that, Barus reluctantly resigned himself to their parting.

"Well, I guess it's over then," Filipia spoke, but her words were barely heard. It was a careless utterance that neglected the fact that this was to happen all over again in less than twenty-four hours.

Linarei had never imagined that sex might take up so much energy. She was absolutely exhausted. Finished. Everything she had achieved before, everything she had aspired to be - it was all out of reach now. Her new body had just been defiled, and, though she had become an irrefutably willing participant in the end, she was left feeling empty and used.

Though she had offered no invitation, she couldn't help but feel that had Barus chosen to lie beside her awhile, she might have enjoyed the warmth of his large, strong body. She knew it was stupid, but she actually missed his obnoxious male odour - as if it might have been some kind of comfort to her now. Comfort that what she had just given up meant something. He could have whispered into her ear about how ruined he would be for any other woman in the future, and she might have been able to maintain the smile that she had worn immediately after that stupefying incredible climax.

She wanted to cry again, but her eyes had at last dried up. The sheets around her were wet and uncomfortable. Probably, her body had no water left to form new tears from. Linarei lay there and just waited. Waited for her breathing to return to normal, and for the euphoria of incredible sex to wear off. Waited for her nipples to soften and stop hurting; even the heaving of her chest as she breathed was enough to cause tortuous rubbing against her silky surrounds. She waited for the slickness in her vagina to dissipate, and her incapacitating arousal to release its grip on her.

Yes, it would be good if she could cry one more time, so that her tears might fuse her eyes shut and put her back into a long sleep - preferably an endless one. Inwardly she made a quick prayer to Auralux to take pity and just smite her from this perverse mockery of an existence. Their whole world was but an elaborate imitation anyway; one that she no longer cared to participate in.

And then, her tummy rumbled. It was spectacularly loud this time, announcing that her new requirements for sustenance were much more urgent than a couple of hours ago when they were first realised. It seemed silly now that she had been so embarrassed about that. A lot had changed since, and from now on Linarei could not afford to cling to the standards of her former, prideful self. Not if she was to retain any sanity. Even if most of her hunger was to satisfy the energy demands of her apparently formidable sexual prowess, so what? She would certainly eat her fill, but for now she remained still. Vacant.

"I-" Filipia began soberly, but then she cleared her throat. "I will bring us something back from the kitchens. I for one am starving, so you must be too. You didn't eat as Debugger, did you?" It was true that she had not, but Linarei didn't care to respond.

Filipa found her panties on the floor and pulled them back on, but threw a red-faced grimace when the sodden gusset made a most personal imposition upon her. Apparently determined to ignore her discomfort, the paladin collected her pants and sword as she tried to improve Linarei's mood. "In that case, I'll fetch you something extra special. I know just the thing! Principal Cathedralis is home to the best pastry chef in all the land, so look forward to his sweetest delicacies for supper!"