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Pleasure Priestess

 

You walk through the plains by the old cathedral, a long, nearly flat stretch of grass, littered with massive rocks and an occasional tree, sitting in the shadow of a large hill and the ruined building atop it. You stop a moment to look at it, the building mostly a glorious white despite baring enough damage to put an entire battlefield to shame. A bad idea to stop here, you think. For obvious reasons. You turn your attention to the path ahead you and keep walking onwards. This is not a place you'd be if you had a choice in the matter. Either way, the reward is well, well worth the risk. You were barely able to collect a quarter of what the trader had had on him. Even if the idiot had managed to survive the outerlands' wildlife, who would he sell to? Harpies? Orcs? Maybe you'll make a return trip. No, scratch that, definitely. You could easily live well for a few months off of this load alone, and you doubt even bandits are desperate enough to venture out here.

 

Guess that means you've less brains than even the bandits. Still, better to be a rich idiot tha-

 

You stop in your tracks, and your thoughts, when you see a white-robed figure in the plain in front of you, maybe twenty feet off. Too lost in your thoughts (and personal gloating, you suppose,) you hadn't noticed the figure until it was already close enough for you to make out details. Well, some. In the few seconds you stand there, frozen in shock, you manage to make out a head of glorious hair, the brightest yellow you've ever seen hair be, and above it... a halo? She's female, judging by the hips on her robe. And what a robe. White and gold, looking like something from one of the churches in the capital, and yet tightened and bound so as to accentuate her flared hips and slender thighs. Regaining your composure, you dart behind the nearest rock, which happens to be just big enough to serve as cover. The mid-day sun shines down at you, pushing your shadow slightly out of the rock. You're hoping she doesn't come close enough to notice.

 

You sit there for probably six to ten minutes, trying to hide your shadow as best as possible. Finally, hearing nothing at all, you peek out from your rock, towards where the priestess was. Nothing. You look to your right, scanning for her. Then to your left, to see if she's climbing the nearby hill to the cathedral. You look behind, as well. Nothing.

 

You sling your bag over your shoulder and slowly rise from the cover of the rock, looking around tentatively to the left of right. Satisfied that she must have left by now, you stand up straight and sigh, eyes straight ahead, only to be met with a backhanded slap powerful enough to knock you a few feet back and spin you around, leaving you on your hands and knees on the ground, your bag flung a few feet away. You look back over your shoulder in shock, and see the white-robed, halo-bearing woman behind you, diminutive, feminine arm in the air. An arm that small, responsible for that strong a blow? Absolutely absurd. But no more absurd than her next action, which is to reach that same arm out, pointing one of her delicate hands at you, then squeezing the air tightly. As soon as her fist starts to contract, four golden shackles form around your legs and wrists. You panic, desperately trying to raise yourself, but not even able to budge under the ridiculous weight of the magical bonds. While tight, they are not uncomfortable at all, if anything just the opposite, their perfect fit actually adding comfort, though only when you're not trying to escape from them.

 

Your head is turned as far back to the right as you can manage, and out of the corner of her eye you see her coming towards you. She walks straight towards you, then steps around your right side towards your head, and pauses there, giving you a full view of the angelic priestess. Her hair reflects the sunlight gloriously, and when coupled with her halo and divinely flawless, youthful face, gives her the appearance of an angel, or even some pantheonic goddess of beauty. Her robe is a simple one-piece get up, hood at the back, pure white lined with gold. It's held together at the waist by a golden string, ridiculously thin and yet somehow able to keep her robe together. Kind of like a bathrobe, you muse. Her tits nearly spill out of this get-up, hard nipples pressing against the golden inner lining, centimeters away from exposure. She manages to radiate both sexuality and purity, with surprising perfection.

 

You see her smirk as you study her. She bends down, locking her glorious, bright-yellow, almost... no, actually glowing eyes onto yours. For a moment, before locking gazes with her once more, your eyes drift to the impressive valley of cleavage you've been given a vantage point to study, almost forgetting your predicament in those delicious mounds of flesh.

 

Her face returns to a seductive ritual solemness as she whispers, "You're trespassing on holy ground. You know that, don't you? Of course you do."

 

Reisha... the Goddess of Light? Maybe there's hope for you yet, you think. You've been to one of her churches, after all. Her followers wouldn't... would they? She keeps talking after a short pause, interrupting your thoughts, "You're unclean, interloper. Let Reisha cleanse you. Be sanctified."

 

With this, she stands herself straight and pulls the golden string off of her robe, collecting it onto her hand, where it vanishes in a brilliant, momentary golden fizzle. Her robe now hangs loose on her shoulders, still barely covering her nipples, but failing to cover her much more indecent, half-limp dick, which slowly rises to attention. She strokes her rising, noble member with slow, graceful strokes, quickly producing a bead of cum from her  hardening member. A few more strokes, and it stands about a foot away from you, a full ten inches extended from its master. The exposed head points straight at you, an overpoweringly strong musk filling your nostrils, dulling your mind with lust, fear melting away with every inhalation. Is even her musk is magical? Such thoughts become harder and harder to focus upon with your lust-dulled mind. She continues stroking her dick, slowly pumping out trickles of seed which soon turn into streams. With cum pooling below her nigh-foot long cock, she pauses her stroking to slather herself in her own seed, looking down at you with her graceful, powerful, and righteous eyes, her halo shimmering gold against the cloud-covered sky. With your gaze locked on hers, she reaches a cum-covered finger from her dick to her mouth and sucks it clean, winking seductively as she does so, licking her lips with powerful gracefulness. You feel your comparitively subservient cock twitch, and in that moment become aware that you are completely rock hard.

 

The perverted priestess staring down at you lifts both of her hands into the air in front of her, one still dripping almost as much cum as her dick, then air-grabs as she did when summoning your shackles, only this time she contines the motion by stretching her hands out completely, keeping the cum-soaked left hand in a fist while stretching out the right hand and dropping it downwards. Immediately, the divine bindings around your wrists pull forward, stretching your arms forward and dropping your face rather roughly into the grass, forcing you into a 'face down, ass up' position. You gulp. Audibly, it seems, as she hums and says, "Fear not, interloper. You will enjoy this." She circles you, cock erect in the air as she does so, and reaches down to grasp your own member through your clothes, rubbing her fingers over its erect length. "See? Your dick already knows there's nothing to fear. Reisha is a kind mistress. "

 

She lets go of your diminutive member and positions herself right behind you, pulling your pants down in one swift motion, revealing your ass and dick to the air. Your erect cock twitches against the cool, humid air. You groan, the smell of grass and the priestess's musk invading your nostrils. The priestess steps forward, letting her massive, warm member rest in the crevice of your ass, the leaking cum running between your cheeks and ticking your hole. Your lust-overcome mind begs for penetration in spite of itself, the magic musk driving all reason and fear from your suppressed consciousness. You wiggle your ass as enticingly as you can manage, shameful lust driving you to all but verballly beg for it. She bends down, mashing her tits against your back, kissing your neck as she gently thrusts against your ass, whispering, "I know you want it. You can't help but want it. You need it. And Reisha provides for her children."

 

She pulls back, supporting herself on your sloped back with one hand and using the other to pull her cock back, lining it up with your unprepared asshole before, in one incredible thrust, spearing and stretching it to hell and back, the full ten by two-and-a-half inch dick hilted inside your ass. Shocks of pain rush through you from the tearing, causing you to unleash a painful groan. The priestess tuts, then uses her unoccupied right hand to massage your ass, the act accompanied by a strange, tingling warmth you assume is her magic, and within moments the pain fades entirely, the massive cock invading your boyhole producing nothing but a sensation of divine fullness.

 

"With Reisha there is no pain," the priestess almost whispers as she slowly pulls out, her cum-slathered dick sliding out of your ass before slamming in one more time, the friction sending dull, but unmistakeable shocks of pleasure through you. "Embrace your virginity." You moan into the grass, your exposed, erect dick twitching as the massive cock abuses your prostate. She stands there for a moment, dick twitching powerfully, its massive warmth filling you, indescribable fullness pushing against your inner walls. It's exquisite, each powerful twitch sending itches of pleasure through you, her massive cock spearing you, every inch of flesh warm and pulsing. Divine. A cock to die, or better yet, live for.

 

A quiet tingle of alarm runs through your mind at that thought, to no avail. Your lust and dick-dulled mind refuses to focus on anything but the exquisite fullness, the strong musk and stronger cock dominating every inch of your consciousness. The priestess dominating your ass decides you've had enough time to savor her embrace, and begins pumping in and out of your ass, steadily, cum leaking in streams from her dick, the stuff trickling out of your asshole, her cock sloshing through her own seed as she fucks you, the fruits of her chastity and her warm cock burning your fuckhole with the flames of virtuous passion. You moan into the grass, your hands clawing at the ground in pleasure, your ankles and hands completely bound, making it impossible for you to do anything but hold your ass in the air as she hilts herself against it, time and time again, balls slapping against you, her massive ten inch member massaging your prostate and filling your fuckhole, your cock oozing trickles of pre. You moan loudly now, begging her to fuck you harder, restraint melted entirely away by magic musk and massive 'manhood'.

 

The shemale acolyte spears your ass roughly, her constant stream of cum serving as a lubricant and her magic preventing you from feeling anything but absolute, infallible pleasure. She grabs hold of your hips with her soft, feminine hands, leaning her weight onto your back as she pistons her dick into your ass. The flow of cum seems to increase with every thrust, her twitching dick swamping your ass with her seed, each thrust now splashing cum out of your as, your bowels filling with her milky whiteness. She lets out a slow, voluntary moan, her training having enabled her to maintain perfect silence during even the greatest sex-highs. In a gentle, seductive and yet almost motherly voice, says, "You're almost ready... I told you. Reisha is a kind mistress." Timing her thrusts with her words, she slams against your hips especially hard, as if to punctuate her sentence, the impact thrusting your ass a few inches forward. Your cock twitches against your stomache, the pleasure in your boyhole far beyond any orgasm you've experienced before, the ecstasy of having your ass speared by her cock doubtlessly magnified by her holy magic. Each unsheathing and resheathing of her cock draws high-pitched moans, almost squeals, of pleasure from your lips as you writhe in pleasure on the ground.

 

Another thrust, and your dick is unable to take it anymore. With one magnificent throb, lines of cum fly onto your chest, some falling onto the grass between as your erect cock unleashes its payload, the priestess above continuing her thrusting, each impact of flesh against flesh, cock against prostrate, drawing reinvigorated shots from your downsized member. As your orgasm comes to a close, her own seems to come near, the sex cultist not even bothering to withdraw her dick anymore, hammering your ass with short, spasmic thrusts. She speaks again, trying her best to hold her composure but unable to keep tinges of orgasmic pleasure out of her voice, "Y-you must die in spirit, th...that your flesh may... live... in Reisha..." She barely manages those last few words as she desperately holds onto your hips, her feminine hands holding you with inhuman strength, your body bucking and pulling at your bonds with every short thrust, cum splashing and pouring out of your ass, her hammering cockstrokes sending post-orgasmic shocks of pleasure through your body, you far beyond your limit as she pummels you with her divine tool.

 

Finally, she hilts herself, balls bouncing off your own once last time. She stands there for a moment, cock lodged in your ass, breathing heavily, before her cock twitches powerfully, her steady flow of cum stopping for a few seconds before a jet of cum explodes out of her cock, her inhuman orgasm filling your stomache to absolute fullness with only a few cumshots, her orgasm lasting well beyond that, each blast of thick whiteness replaced by another. She slowly pulls her dick in and out of your now well-stretched boyhole, gently fucking you as she coaxes out jet after jet of cum, your stomache full beyond fullness, far too little cum escaping your ass with every shot of cum, a thick puddle of cum mixing with grass and washing against your knees and pants. You moan, both out of pleasure and out of the feeling of being stuffed too full. Your mind is beyond thinking at this point, every potential thought drowned out by the all-consuming lust that owns your mind, just as the priestess owns your ass. Each new shot of cum almost seems to bypass your stomache entirely and batter against your mind itself, lust building with every shot of cum, your mind literally empty, as empty of thought as your body is full of cum.

 

The spurts of cum start to slow down as the dickgirl zealot's slow thrusts become nigh absent, slowing down until finally her dick is only trickling cum, as it was before, her hips immobile, and then, after a minute or two of gentle trickling and her cumstick twitching weakly, she pulls out, the both cock-fullness and cum-fullness leaving you as her half-flaccid dick slides out and the cum follows suite, a half gallon of cum forced out of your ass until, finally, you're left with a far more natural fullness. You moan in slight disappointment, the absence of cock relatively unpleasant, the lust in your mind refusing to dissipate, even past both you and your "lover"'s orgasm. The priestess breathes heavily for a few moments, then, composing herself, says to you, "You have been marked by Reisha... sister. You are no longer your own."

 

Sister? It's almost enough to wedge some actual thought into the sea of lust and feeling that is presently your mind. Not quite enough, unfortunately.

 

"You will live like us... live with us... eat like us, eat of us. You are dead to pain, slave to pleasure."

 

"Slave, then, to Reisha. Goddess of Light."

 

She circles around you, until she's in front of you, half-flaccid dick trickling in cum between your arms. She forms both her hands into fists, then releases them and draws back her hands, closing her eyes as she focuses on the movement. Your bonds disappear as quickly as they first appeared, and you rise, pushing your chin out of the dirt and rising onto your knees. She looks down at you, then walks a step forward, her semiflaccid cock dangling a half foot from your face. Her intention is obvious.

 

You reach for her dick, driven on by lust and an alien thirst for cum, and as you wrap your fingers around the wet, sex-heated, cum and sweat-soaked cock, she speaks in a composed ritual solemnity, repeating herself, "You will eat like us. Eat of us. You will drink." She stands there, handing you the reins, idly stroking your sweat-drenched hair. You will drink. And soon, she's sure. She's right. Hand wrapped around her warm, pulsing dick, you kneel there for a half minute, staring it down. The thirst is intense. You try to manage your thoughts, subconsciously curious about this alien desire and yet unable to mind-voice even a single thought to explore this curiosity. You give up, your lust-addled mind forcing its will on you as you tease and stroke the dick before you, softly coaxing it back to erection, watching it rise with suprising eagerness, the trickle of cum thickening familiarly.

 

Here's a dick that can drop gallons of cum and then be ready for round two after only a few minutes. It'd be far more than impressive if you were able to do anything more than idly objectify its seductive virility. As it is, you're able to focus only on the texture of the dick, the scent, musk overpowering in such close distance, and the milky whiteness leaking from the head constantly. You unconsciously move your head forward, pressing your lips against the cockhead, suckling gently on the oversized member's head and catching the constant cumflow with your mouth. As soon as the cum drops through your lips, an indescribable feeling of... rightness flows through you. The cock-milk isn't exceptionally delicious. But your entire body... your flesh itself, feels GOOD, all the stress and aches and roughness just melting away, leaving a dull, warm, comfortable feeling in your entire body. Your cheeks burn bright with both shame and desire and your mind bathes itself in the pure sense of lewdness that perforates the whole act. You push your lips a bit forward, now, wrapping the entirety of the head in your mouth, the large, thick cockhead steadily streaming cum into your mouth and down your throat. The cock's taste is thick, dirty, and absolutely heavenly. Musky, almost unnoticeably salty, thick and powerful. You lap your tongue around its length, hoping to extract as much cum out of the priestess's tool as you can. All your efforts manage to coax more cum out of the dick, the stream thickening perceptibly, cum pouring down into your mouth and down your throat.

 

The priestess stands above you, idly, running her hands through your hair quickly, evidently having some difficulty controlling her composure. She refrains from forcing you onto her dick, however, instead letting you take what you want - no, what you need - from her. You look up at her, see her tender white skin, half hidden by her white robes, then tempting underboob above that, nipples unfortunately locked away behind the chaste, gold and white robe.

 

You suckle on her cock, drinking down her nourishment as you manage to move your head an inch or two down her cock, cockhead now right at the entrance of your throat, the pulsing pillar of meat pouring cockmilk directly down your throat, your flesh tingling with the supreme comfort and rightness the cum seems to bestow. You close your eyes, focusing only on the smell of that divine musk, the taste of your personal pillar of dick, and the feeling of the pulsing member locked between your lips. The solid shaft twitches slowly, rhythmically, the glorious cum pouring down your throat, coating your throat with semen, just like it did your mouth. You bob your head a bit, then advance to riding her cock with your face, pulling off, then pushing a half or quarter inch farther than you did last time. The solid mass of cock slides into your throat, the thick mass of pure meat sliding comfortably down your well-lubed throat, your gag reflex completely absent, possibly an after effect of the enchanted semen or musk. With each push of your head, your lips slide farther down the length of the cockpole, the divine tool sliding further down your throat, cum flowing like a river (albeit a small one) at this point, the milky goodness sliding directly down into your stomache. Driven on by your lust, you start to throat-fuck the cock, ruthlessly sliding across the ten inch piece of womanhood until finally, with a dulled sense of triumph, your lips hit skin, balls dangling against your chin. The massive dick in your throat twitches there, for a half minute, until a massive line of cum shoots down your throat, divine sustenance filling you. Shot after shot shoot down your throat, every inch of your insides painted white at this point, the chaste cockmaiden in front of you having claimed both your holes. You sit there, drinking down your cum, until your cum-thirst dies down. Well past it dying down. Shot after shot fills you until finally you are both on the verge of passing out, and impossibly full from the double-stuffing, even if most of your lower share is in a pool around your knees and ankles, soaking any unsoaked portion of your pants with she-seed. You pull your mouth hastily off the dick, gasping for air, the cool air tingling as it travels down your cum-slicked throat.

 

The priestess's cock has no intent of stopping there, however. Shot after shot of cum shoots onto your face and hair, the priestess holding it steady as she paints you with her excess semen, the divine whiteness soon drenching your face and shirt, running down your chest. You moan, your still lust-consumed mind pushing you onwards as you collect the seed in your hands and slather yourself with it, throwing your shirt to the ground and exposing yourself to the cool air as you let her paint your flat chest with her whiteness. Your cock twitches powerfully, fully erect once more, and you liberally cover it in her seed, jerking yourself frantically until, as the priestess's orgasm wanes down, you manage to hit your own and shoot a comparitively pathetic shot of cum onto the grass in front of you, now almost completely soaked in cum.

 

The priestess stands there for a moment, cock hanging between her legs, staring down at her masterpiece before reaching for her dick once more, this time quickly running her hand across its length, wiping the seed off, before bringing the hand up to her mouth and tasting of herself. She licks her hand clean as you stare at her, your mind an absolute mess, the everpresent musk waning and yet still giving your mind no reprieve from the constant hunger for sex. You watch as she licks her seed off her hand, reminded of your own overfull stomache. The sexual acolyte, having finished cleaning herself off, stands there, hand still near her face, considering you for a moment, before offering you her hand. You kneel there still, confused and horny, before she finally speaks, "You seem lost, sister. Take my hand, and come with me. You need never suffer lust again."

 

You take her hand, unable to even think of thinking of her meaning, pulling yourself up, cum dripping down nearly every inch of your upper body and down your knees. You pull your soggy pants up, leaving you barechested and gleaming white, the virtuous maiden before you smiling at you, serene virtue shining on her countenance, her halo glowing above her head. Brighter than before, you think, though you're not sure. She moves your head towards hers and meets your lips with a kiss, her tongue delving into your mouth and licking her essence out, tasting more of herself and reclaiming some of her gifted seed. Having all but cleaned your mouth of seed, she takes you by the hand. "Come," she whispers. And you do.

 

You follow her up the hill to the cathedral, bag of riches forever forgotten on the ground behind you. It takes hours of masturbating to clear the haze of sex and lust from your mind, but even then you feel as if your mind has been... changed. You close your eyes, and see visions of dick. You try to sleep, and dream of dick. You wake up hungry, and you crave for dick. Like it or not, you live for dick. For sexual fulfillment, and for the goddess of it - Reisha.