"I gave myself to him, after my father betrayed him - a sacrifice to protect my family." The ghost utters as the three of them explore one another. "The wedding went well. I thought it was the wedding of my dreams. But after, when it came time for consumation, he brought my family into the chamber. Made them watch as he took me, ruined me, debased me like a whore. Made me shout out how much I loved it for them to hear." Behind her, Reuger picks up the pace, fucking her even harder.
She cries out in delight as he feels her pussy. As he speaks, though, she looks back at him with irritation. "Ungh... What is it you want, master?"
"H-Hahhnnn..." She groans delectably as his fingers penetrate her rear hole. She shivers slightly as he plays with her nipple, pressing back so that he can get a more comfortable grip. "I have no doubt, ooh, she will be. Perhaps if you pleased her, ungh, enough, one day you might meet one of her avatars and show your devotion in person. But for now..." She thrusts her hips back. "Now you're mine..."
Meet an avatar of the goddess? And possibly get to fuck her? Now that is a wonderful idea... Eran thought as he sped up his thrusts, enjoying the way Emara's pussy gripped him tightly. “All yours, my lady,” he eagerly agreed as he kept pounding the priestess. It wasn't long before the two lovers came together, Emara's pussy gripping Eran's cock and milking every drop of cum from him as he shot another load deep inside her. This time, however, he did not stop to catch his breath; instead he kept going, thrusting fast and hard inside her tight slit, a brief fantasy of a naked Ysvela sucking his dick helping keep him fully erect and ready. He added a third finger in the dark-skinned elf's butt, as if to show this was round three, while his other hand fondled and groped her tits even more eagerly than before. “Goddess, I could do this all day...” Eran could feel himself getting close to his third orgasm since they had started, helped along by another fantasy involving the goddess: Ysvela kneeling behind him and teasing his back door with her tongue while fondling his balls with one hand and jerking his hard cock with the other. “I'm... almost there...” Eran warned shortly before he reached his peak again, shooting more of his hot cum deep inside Emara's waiting pussy...
Something called for warning in ghost voice, lights red light in Camilia head. „Did you have this kinks before wedding night, or after”? She asked, as Reuger kept fucking her. She turned around to him. „I am warning you, if you try to do the same to me, you will become cockless and headless”.
Emara's voice screams out melodiously, howling in delight as Eran floods her womb once more, the male elf shivering and collapsing atop her more-than-ample rump, sweaty and satisfied. Before he can nod off into a pleasant sleep, however, he feels his body tingle violently once more, cock quickly standing to attention again as he looks up to see Emara staring hugrily into his eyes. "You can use my ass, if you'd like, just make sure you finish inside my pussy." Her tone is so casual she could have been offering him tea. "Oh, and by the way..." She smirks as he grows painfully hard. "...Welcome to the clergy." EPILOGUE - 35 YEARS LATER: Human kingdom of Aureus: Eran's dreams of golden haired goddesses are interrupted by the sounds of tussling on silk sheets. "Ugh, move over..." A young woman's melodious voice sounds in irritation. "Mngh... Shove off..." Another woman says, drowsy "You're hogging the sheets! Let go, it's cold!" The first replies. "Unlike skinny bitches like you, I need space!" "Piss off. You're just mad because that human duke wanted me and not y-aaigh! Bitch!" Groaning in irritation, Eran's eyes flutter open. He looks across the the rented inn room to the other bed, where his daughter Elva holds on for dear life after being shoved out of bed by her older (by about 15 minutes) sister Eira. The girls continue to tussle for a while before looking up to see Eran's disapproving face. "Sorry, papa..." Eira sighs, before reaching down to help Elva back on the bed. The dark skinned elf snatches her hand away petulantly, before finally accepting a hand up. A moment later the two are embracing tightly, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears, brokering a peace sure to last a whole five minutes before their next cat fight. Still, he can't blame the two of them - at 35 both have only been women grown for a few years, and young elves are known for having their emotions run hot - letting their desires rule them for a few decades before becoming calm and graceful. And of course, some never reach that latter stage - Eran's not sure he himself has. Yawning, Eran gazes out at the capital of the latest human kingdom he's been sent to preach in. He's had some good success here. Already, they've managed to establish a foothold for the worship of Yselva, gathering a congregation of over a thousand. Of course, he doesn't do much preaching himself - 'one on one proselytism' is more his role. That, and 'problem solving', he thinks as he straps his sword to his belt. Still, the lay-preachers under his command, like his daughters, are speaking out of tavern rooms and open fields. It's time for them to expand, to build a temple here that will really allow the worship of Yselva to spread. A knock sounds on Eran's door as he's fixing his robes. Elva rushes to the door to open it, revealing a middle aged man in royal finery who stands goggle-eyed at the sight of her breasts. "U-U-Um... Her, uhum... Enlightened majesty..." The poor bastard tries to peel his eyes from Elva's uncovered tits to face Eran. Humans, it seems, are still not entirely accustomed to elven standards of modesty, it seems. That said, they don't seem opposed to them - Eran's pretty sure Elva and Eira will have slept with half the kingdom by the time they've gotten the temple built. "H-Her enlightened majesty..." The royal messenger finally manages to look at Eran. "Will hear your petition about the temple." 30 minutes later Eran fights the urge to pace - he knows the sound will echo on the polished tile floor of the cavernous throne room. From the foot of the dais, he cranes his neck upwards to watch as her grace, Lysandra III, Enlightened Queen of Aureus, makes a show of discussing the matter of his petition, whispering to the group of elegantly dressed sycophants with her. Of course, it's all for show - he can tell she made her mind up before he walked in. The only reason she even heard him out was to look reasonable to her courtiers - or maybe just deliberately to waste his time for fun. Either way, it's no surprise when her gaze falls back upon him. "We have come to a decision. It is Our opinion that the rise of an Elven religion in our lands is highly alarming. While We feel that it is the right of all our subjects to worship those gods they choose, it is nonetheless Our role to safeguard Aureus' traditional faith. Beyond this, Our noble cousin, Maria the Flame Haired, is said to have been kidnapped by an elf and sold into sexual servitude. Such depravity can not be encouraged on Our lands." Her voice travels across the throne room, high and crystal clear. "And therefore, though We shall allow you to preach, We have decided not to permit the construction of a temple to Ysvela in the city, or anywhere in the Kingdom of Aureus. Our decision is final." A chorus of 'hear hear' and 'very good' follows her proclamation from the sycophants - though he's pretty sure they would be saying the same thing if she made the opposite decision. The queen doesn't even bother dismissing him - she just looks to the seneschal who gestures for the next petitioner to approach the dais. Before Eran can turn and leave, though, he sees movement from the sycophants behind the throne. Two men, looking surprisingly large and muscular for courtiers, approach the throne. Eran watches as, unseen by the queen and the sycophants around her, they reach into their sleeves and draw daggers.
"I'd, ooh, imagined it..." The ghost purrs, as Reuger gazes into Claudia's eyes. "Fear not, that was a punishment." He chuckles softly. "Your family has done me no harm, so focus on the present." He reaches down, stroking her clit in time with his thrusts, provoking a gasp from her.
Ghost pressed her massive breast into Claudia face. She was drowning in such big bag of squishy and warm, making harder for her to breathe. „Ahhh… I guess you… ahhh… you are right. Ohhh, I let it ahhh slip ahhhh. For now…” Claudia feels how she getting closer to climax, her body shakes as wave of pleasure hit her.
After more than three decades of serving the goddess Eran's skill with Air Magic had improved significantly and he had learned a number of new spells. One of them was a wind barrier – and it seemed like the perfect one to use now. Those two “courtiers” were clearly up to no good – whether it was assassination, kidnapping, or something else did not matter to him. “As you wish, Your Majesty. May Ysvela bless you and protect you.” Eran intoned and bowed, using the act both as an excuse to stay there a bit longer and as a cover for him casting an invisible wind barrier around the queen. Any hostile acts against her would be blocked – and made obvious to everyone, so those two “courtiers” were about to have a very bad time...
"Then come for me... Let's seal our agreement..." Reuger presses her against the wall, hammering into her, as his former wife brings Claudia's lips to her breast.
"Yes, yes, thaat's very..." The bored words of the queen are cut off as the daggers hit the air to either side of her, the two knifemen grunting as they try, fruitlessly, to force their blades through the invisible barrier Eran has erected around the queen. The twisting vortex sends a liquid that had been coating the knives into brilliant spirals, before evaporating. Eran guesses it was a paralytic poison, having stumbled on a few kidnapping attempts in his long life. "W-What is going on?" Poise gone, the queen gasps in shock and confusion. The guards on either side of the hall bumble and hesitate. Eira and Elva, positioned behind Eran and to either side of him, do not. They ascend the dais, Elva showing her acrobatic skills as she leaps into the air, priestess' robes flowing in the wind as she slams into the would-be kidnapper and knocks him down. Eira keeps her distance, moving her hands together before thrusting them forward, sending a blast of magical wind which sends the other assassin flying back, cracking the elegant stained glass window behind the throne. The courtiers scurry back in fright. Guards with halberds storm forward, levelling their weapons at Eran and shouting at him not to move, as others go to ascend the dais and apprehend his daughters. "Enough!" The queen shouts. "Don't you idiots see that this man saved us, while you were sitting on your hands? Take these criminals away for torture, and leave the priest be! Interrogate the other courtiers to ensure they're not with them." She says stormily, before looking up at Eran. "Ascend the dais." She orders, face softening as he gets close. "Perhaps We were hasty, in dismissing you..."
Claudia come so hard, her whole body shakes from coming pleasure and excitement. She could swear that she tasted something like milk from ghost, but it was impossible. Or maybe not? Fucking with ghost is supposed to be also impossible and there she is. Tiredness Claudia lies on Reuger, as ghost tops over them. She notices that ghost takes Claudia’s clothes spreads around the tomb. Claudia give to ghost questions look, to exhausted to say anything.
Zendak smiled as he heard the elven hussy cry out. Oh, he had her~ Slap! His hand landed on her ass. "Oh, don't give me this attitude." He reached out and pushed the material covering her breast aside. Then he started toying with her nipple. "I could tell you... But instead, I want you to make the decision on your own. How much are you willing to give?" He toyed with her for some time, then, as she was quiet, he sighed. "If you can't decide, then we can end this here~" He started removing his dick from her pussy and backing off - trying to wake her desperation.
Eran rolled his eyes at the guards' incompetence. Some people... At the queen's words Eran climbed the dais and approached her, then offered her a respectful bow (which also helped make sure he would not ogle her tits). “Are you alright, your majesty? Those men's daggers seemed poisoned. I hope my hastily erected barrier protected you, but if necessary my daughters and I know some healing magic, so we could check and make sure that none of the poison reached you...” he suggested.
Reuger gives her no time to think, thrusting up inside her continuously, grunting in her ear. Feeling him twitch inside her, Claudia realises he's about to cum.
"Wait..." She groans. "I'll pledge...Whatever you want..." She says, pressing her hips back so that he stays inside her, not willing to abandon this feeling of being alive.
"I- I mean We, feel fine." The queen coughs quietly, rubbing her neck as if feeling for wounds. "Nonetheless, perhaps it would be wise if you checked Us to make sure We are in good health." She agrees with a nod, as Eran's daughters move into sight and curtsy - inadvertently flashing everyone behind them with how short their skirts are. "Happy to help, papa." Eira says. "But if you think you'd be better doing this examination solo, that's fine too." Elva winks at him when the queen isn't looking.
Eran thought about it for a moment and decided to handle the queen himself. “I'll take care of it, girls, you two help the guards make sure everything is safe and there are no more attackers among the people here,” knowing his daughters they would keep the guards busy for quite some time – in more than one way, thus he would have quite a lot of alone time with the queen... “Well, Your Majesty, let us leave the guards to their work and go somewhere private, where I can do the checkup undisturbed, shall we?”
Reuger fulfilled her with his cum, white spread come off her womb. Claudia lies on the ground, wrapped in arms of Reuger and ghost. „That… was… amazing… and I don’t even have to fight for my life”. She chuckled to herself as she reminded meeting with bandits.
Zenadk raised his brow. Oh, this was amusing! So amusing! "Where's the fun in that?" He traced his hand over her cheek. He could tell her he wanted everything... but he was curious how far she would go... and if she could go beyond that.
