5.34 – Priestess V

5.34 – Priestess V

Aria wondered why she hadn't protested more. She probably ought to, right? Not because she didn't want these two beautiful women playing with her, but because things were moving rather fast. They were strangers. She'd first set eyes on them not half an hour ago, and now she had a throbbing fourteen-inch girl cock sticking between her legs—and down the throat of another woman. How had that happened?

Aria wasn't exactly promiscuous, or even all that experienced, so this was a first. Not just the giant girl cock, but the lewdness of watching another woman bob up and down, grabbing Aria's thighs for leverage as she buried her nose into Aria's pelvis—repeatedly taking the biggest cock Aria had ever seen, deep-throating Zoey's cock as if it were Aria's own.

How was it even possible? How was the foxgirl even getting that thing inside her? Her throat bulged as she took Zoey, and while the display set Aria on fire, a part of her was also amazed and incredulous.

Did that mean Aria could take Zoey's cock, if she tried? In her mouth? Or anywhere else, for that matter? Less decent places? It seemed impossible, because even squeezed between her thighs, Zoey's cock felt too big. Inside her seemed out of the question.

Obscene noises filled the air as Zoey violated Delta's throat—or maybe Delta violated her own throat. Zoey was gently thrusting between Aria's legs, but Delta was much more eager. Saliva—and Aria's arousal—quickly coated the taller woman's dick as she thrust in and out from between Aria's thighs. A lewd mess of sticky juices coated her, and squelching noises filled the air as Delta let her throat be used.

Aria's eyes flicked down from the prayer book to briefly catch Delta's locked to her own, dark and husky with excitement. Aria couldn't imagine how deeply she was already flushing, but the temperature on her face rose a few degrees. Was Delta pretending it was her cock she was sucking? And what would that be like? For Aria to have one? The imagery, at least, of Delta bobbing up and down between her legs, was something Aria could get used it.

"The prayers," Zoey murmured into Aria's ear, amusement still bubbling in her voice. "Come on, now."

Again, Aria refocused. She couldn't help but think having to focus on reading was entirely unfair. At the same time, Ephythithys's prayer book felt like a lifeline to cling to. If she didn't have its distraction, she might melt into a puddle right then and there.

Somehow, Aria returned to praying. The reverent if lustful words were made even more obscene overlayed onto the sex filling the air. The gentle claps of flesh as Zoey's hips impacted Aria's ass, the sloppy squelches of Delta working fourteen inches of cock down her throat, and Aria's loud panting, somehow breathing hardest out of all of them, despite being the least engaged.

Aria wouldn't claim the carnal behavior of her two partners wasn't effective. They were, indeed, worshiping Ephythithys in the way Aria had instructed them to. And Aria might be imagining it, but the room—and her skin—really felt too hot to be entirely natural. The smell of incense, the sweat of her partners, the erotic noises, and Aria's words seemed to be mixing into something greater. Maybe Aria was imagining what she wanted to, but it truly did feel like their efforts were drawing the attention of a lustful deity.

And if that were true, should Aria stop praying? Join Zoey and Delta in a more direct communion? Would that help? Or was she trying to find an excuse to join in?

As a priestess of the temple, she really shouldn't indulge in such behaviors. Especially as a daughter of the Head Priest. Her reputation was important.

As if sensing Aria's wavering, Delta pulled off of Zoey's cock, saliva bridging from its tip to her lips. She stood, and Aria's eyes widened as Delta invaded her space, pressing her body close to Aria's—their breasts, stomach, and pelvises touching.

"Want a taste?" the foxgirl murmured. Her lips hovered a half-inch away, the hot air of the words brushing Aria's own mouth.

Delta and Zoey apparently had the same idea of what they wanted, because not more than a moment after Delta stepped away, Zoey had pushed Aria forward, roughly bending her over the altar. Delta came around the other side, her cock held in one hand. Almost before Aria could register what was happening, she had a twitching-hot girl cock pressed into her lips. Delta wiggled it back and forth, working her precum around, making Aria's lips slippery. The last of Aria's reservations disappeared. She obediently opened up.

Even as Delta's thick cock pushed into her mouth, filling Aria with the foxgirl's taste, an even larger invader teased behind Aria, brushing against her pussy—warning her of entry. Aria's eyes widened, but, shamefully, her body made her response clear: she pushed her hips backward, encouraging Zoey to enter her. The cock head that had been just teasing pushed in—and at the same time, Delta claimed more of her mouth.

Delta's cock slid into Aria's throat from the front, and Zoey slid in from behind, her monstrous cock stretching Aria out. She whined, and gagged, the flood of sensations too much to handle. Delta and Zoey didn't care; the foxgirl sheathed herself in a relentless motion, slapping her pelvis into Aria's face, roughly getting her cock all the way into Aria's throat, while Zoey did the same from behind—gentler, but just as overwhelming because of its size.

Aria's thoughts went fuzzy as both girls finished plunging into her, filling her up from either end. A nine-inch cock down her throat, and a fourteen-inch one bulging her stomach outward. Hazily, she tried to take control of her melting thoughts, but the effort came with little success—because the few-second reprieve of Zoey and Delta enjoying their sheathes came to an end, and both started moving. Thrusting. Working into a rhythm.

She was being fucked. In both her mouth and pussy—and the latter was the more important to focus on. She was being fucked, in the pussy, by another woman, without a condom. Their intention was to breed her. A fourteen-inch girl cock was stirring around her insides, and Zoey would soon be coating her womb white, impregnating her with a flood of sticky girl cum.

Aria moaned. The idea was as arousing as the intense pressure of being so stretched out. She was being claimed, roughly, both women taking what they wanted, and she drowned in the heat that came with the idea. The entire room burned. She couldn't believe how good it felt, being taken from two ends.

Was their communion with Ephythithys making this encounter even more potent? Aria found that she couldn't care. She couldn't focus on anything besides the feeling of Zoey's cock stretching her pussy out, the way her cock tip kissed her cervix with each hard slap, and the lewd noises that left her throat as Delta gripped either side of her head and pistoned in and out, using her throat as a cock sheathe. Aria was these two women's toy, and that was all she was. Holes to be filled for their pleasure.

Zoey and Delta's grunting grew louder, and their movements more frenzied, as Aria's tight holes coaxed out their orgasm. Aria tried to thrust her hips in return, and to bob her head, but her two partners didn't need help. They used her violently, eagerly, with a hunger that set Aria on fire. She could only lay there and take it.

An impending climax approached. The way the two girls bent over her, toes curling as their cocks swelled, gave it away. Synchronized. Aria would get to experience the ecstasy of being filled from both ends. And of Zoey painting her womb, breeding her with a thick load of her cum.

Aria closed her eyes, moaning as her partners—and she—started to rise to that scalding peak. She almost forgot her circumstances entirely, that this had initially been a communion with Ephythithys.

But when those relieving, unbelievably hot waves of pleasure finally started to spread through her, something unexpected happened. The building sensation froze, and the pressure of Zoey and Delta's cocks disappeared. The transition was instant and shocking. Aria's eyes shot open, and she gasped for air, throat suddenly clear.

She was still bent over the altar, sweaty and twitching from her denied orgasm, but her two partners were gone. Even more shockingly, someone stood in front of Aria. Someone new.

A goddess.

Ephythithys, with an amused—and approving—smile on her lips.