by Reed James
I stared into her eyes as I pounded her pussy. She let out squeaking gasps and moans, her voice raspy. At a moment's notice, I could choke the life out of her while fucking her. It was so intoxicating.
I slammed into her. My balls smacked into her flesh.
If she wasn't so valuable, I would choke the life out of her. Cumming in a woman at the moment she died, her body shuddering and convulsing as one last orgasm burst through her, was intoxicating.
The bed creaked. Her breasts jiggled. I slammed in hard, stretching her cunt out with my new, thicker cock. Her body shuddered beneath me. I squeezed, choking off her air for a few moments, bringing her to the verge of hypoxia.
And then I released.
Her pussy grew so tight. The lack of oxygen enhanced her pleasure. Her hips undulated and her pussy massaged my cock. My balls boiled with cum, eager to erupt into her body. I growled as I slammed into her.
My hand squeezed. I choked her. She came.
Her eyes rolled back into her head as I maintained the pressure. Her pussy convulsed around my cock. Her juices squirted out, drenching my crotch. Magical energy filled me. The wind swirled around me. The ground rumbled beneath me. Candles burst into flame. Water danced through the air.
I had magic.
My cock erupted into her depths. I groaned as the cum boiled out of me. The simulacrum writhed beneath me. Her pussy milked out every drop. She struggled to breathe. Her pulse grew weaker beneath my grasp.
Just a little longer and she would die.
I released my grasp.
The simulacrum gasped and shuddered, sucking in breath through her bruised throat. “I...am...glad...your magic...works...Master.”
I sent life magic into her, fixing the damage I caused to her tissue. It was delicate work. Most mages couldn't heal a bruise. But when you had plunged into a living creature's body as intimately as I had, you learned how they worked. So many had died at my hands, but I had learned so much.
And if the Magery Council hadn't been so timid, they could have made use of my knowledge. They could heal the sick by the score so long as they let me continue my experiments into death. So what if a few died?
Knowledge was worth the price.
“Do you wish to scry, Master?” the simulacrum asked.
I nodded my head. “Let's discover where Angela is.”
Chapter Nine: Chained
Knight-Errant Angela – Allenoth, The Magery of Thosi
I hated the karabasan. He kept me trapped in my mind. I was aware of everything happening around me. It was my second day draped across the back of my horse, tied naked in place. My body was sore and weak.
The spirit refused to let me eat or drink. It raged at being captured. Faoril used her magic to pour water down my throat, but she couldn't make me eat. I had gone without food before, but the constant grumble of my stomach was monotonous.
Sophia wouldn't even look at me. I didn't blame her. It was horrible. I was trapped in my mind as the spirit forced my body to fuck her.
I had severed her connection with her goddess. I was supposed to protect her on the journey. Instead, I caused her such pain. It was terrible. I was a complete monster. I couldn't believe that I did this to her. Why was I so weak as to succumb to the spirit?
Because you're a whore, the spirit laughed in my mind. Like all women. You thought you were strong, but you were actually weak.
I am strong, I hissed back, fighting against the spirit's prison. You'll be driven from my body when we reach Allenoth.
Never. You are mine. Slowly, I'll transform you into a man. Then your body will be fully mine. I will live again.
I screamed in rage. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to strangle him.
But I couldn't do either. I was trapped in my mind.
“Just hold on,” Xera said, touching my face.
The spirit possessing me thrashed my body and hissed into the gag.
“We're entering Allenoth. We'll be at the temple soon.”
They'll exorcise you, I laughed at the spirit. Then I'll have my body back.
No. Never. I will never give you up. You are mine, mine, mine.
The spirit ranted as we walked through the streets of Allenoth. Music played. Women danced in the streets while men watched and clapped. The women wore pink flowers in their hair and little else, their naked breasts bouncing as they twirled.
“It's the Festival of Beauty,” Faoril said. “The unmarried women dance naked, showing off their beauty. It will be a night of hedonistic pleasure. So many men will cum tonight.”
“You sound envious,” Xera laughed.
I want to cum. Look at all the flesh I could be fucking. They need to let me go.
They won't, I hissed. They won't let you harm anyone else.
Whores! You are all whores!
“Look at some of those men. I need to replenish my cum.” Faoril sighed. “But we need to make sure our friends are helped.”
Xera nodded and touched my face again.
If I was in control of my body, I would be crying right now.
“There's the temple,” Sophia said. Her voice didn't sound as dead as it had the last two days. She hadn't said a word to me or even looked at me.
I didn't blame her.
The Temple to Saphique rose ahead, built of white marble with almost no impurities. The statue of the Virgin Goddess rose before it with naked women kneeling in worship around her feet, loving their goddess. A pair of women stood at the gates, wearing white robes like Sophia. They gazed with disapproval at the revelry in the square. Men and women made love on the lips of fountains and on benches while more naked women pranced through the square.
“What business do you have at the Temple of the Virgin Goddess?” one asked.
“I am Acolyte Sophia of the Temple of the Pure. My companion has been possessed by an evil spirit and requires exorcism and...” Sophia's voice broke. “I am in need of the Ritual of Purity. I...was violated by the spirit.”
“Oh, no, Sister Sophia,” one of the acolytes at the gates gasped. “Please enter and we shall summon help. Alishis, fetch the Virgin Superior.”
The other acolyte, Alishis, bolted into the temple. We followed her inside, leaving our horses in the care of the acolyte out front. Faoril used her magic to lift my thrashing body. I floated in after Sophia while Faoril and Xera brought up the rear.
The karabasan thrashed harder against the ropes binding my body. I savored the spirit's fear. It would only be a matter of time before I was free.
We didn't get far before a woman, wrapped in white silks that left both her breasts and her pussy exposed, appeared. A belly piercing, studded with gems, glinted as she walked, and both her pink nipples and her labia were pierced with golden rings. The Virgin Superior, the highest-ranked priestess in the temple.
And she looked no older than Sophia, her body kept youthful by the rites of the priestess of Saphique.
“Child,” the Virgin Superior said, sweeping Sophia up in a hug. Sophia clung to her and sobbed as the Virgin Superior whispered to her. What was said?
I will not give you up. They cannot force me out of your body. You are mine for eternity.
I snarled at the spirit.
The Virgin Superior broke the embrace with Sophia. The Virgin Superior was Thosian, her light-brown hair gathered in a thick braid. “Madam Mage, if you will carry the poor thing into this antechamber. I will personally exorcise her.”
“Thank you, Virgin Superior,” Faoril nodded respectfully.
“What manner of spirit has her possessed?” the Virgin Superior asked as I was floated into the adjoining room.
“A karabasan,” Faoril answered. “It broke free during the, um, turbulence.”
“Yes.” The Virgin Superior shuddered. “Something dark happened to the south. We felt it here. Most distressing. The last two days, my priestesses, as well as the other priests and priestesses of Allenoth, were exorcising all manner of spirits that crossed over and were causing mischief.”
“Sophia had exorcised this one, but he returned and sought his revenge.”
The Virgin Superior's eyes hardened. “Yes. The poor thing. I can only shudder to imagine being torn from my Goddess.” The woman pointed. “Set your friend down there and remove her gag.”
The Virgin Superior played with her pierced nipples. Milk beaded at the tips and the priestess sighed. “Saphique, anoint my breast milk with your blessed touch,” prayed the Virgin Superior. “Let it drive away evil spirits and return them to their place of rest.”
Faoril removed the gag from my mouth. The spirit snarled through me, “You will not drive me from her, whore.”
The Virgin Superior arched an eyebrow. “Oh, I think I can handle a little thing like you.”
“Little?” spat the karabasan through my mouth. “Did you see the size of my cock?”
“Yes, such a pathetic thing.” The Virgin Superior knelt, her breast dangling over my open mouth. A drop of her milk fell into my lips.
A shudder washed through me. The hold on my soul lessened. The spirit screamed in my body as I lifted my head, reaching for the nipple. The karabasan tried to stop me, to pull me back down and keep me from drinking the Virgin Superior's milk.
It failed. I would be free.
No. You are mine.
I suckled. Hot, creamy milk flowed into my body. I shuddered as I drank it. The purity of the milk flowed through my body and washed over the spirit. I groaned and nursed, gulping down the milk as the Virgin Superior stroked my lips.
“That's it, noble knight,” she purred. “Let my milk fill you.”
No! Stop drinking, bitch. You are mine.
I laughed as I savored the breast milk. The spectral cock rising from my groin wavered for a moment. The karabasan gripped my soul with iron fingers. He howled inside of me, refusing to let go. So I drank more milk, savoring the creamy delight. It warmed my belly every time I swallowed.
“Saphique, drive out this evil spirit,” commanded the Virgin Superior, her words slamming into my body and striking the karabasan. “Use my milk to cleanse the knight's body.”
No, howled the karabasan.
His grip weakened. The milk burned inside of me, spreading the purity. The karabasan howled in pain. The purity of the milk was anathema to the foul spirit. He tried to fight through the pain and hold on.
But he was too weak.
The spirit ripped from my body and fled back across the veil into the Astral Realm. The spectral cock vanished. I shuddered. My soul was free. I could control all of my body. I wiggled my toes. I smiled around the nipple in my mouth.
Tears fell from my eyes. I was free.
The Virgin Superior raised her breast from my lips and gave me a happy smile. “You are cleansed.”
“Thank the gods,” I panted, staring up at the ceiling. My stomach rumbled. “Where's Sophia?”
“Being prepared,” the Virgin Superior said as she stood. “She must now be cleansed. If her virginity was lost through no action of hers, then she shall be welcomed back.”
“She will be,” I groaned. She had to be.
Chapter Ten: Goddess of Purity
Acolyte Sophia
The breast milk dripped off my body as I stepped naked from the bath, a pair of acolytes drying my flesh with linen towels. Eight priestesses waited for me. Each had a pierced nipple and her belly piercings decorated. My belly piercing only had a single ruby.
I had only mastered one of the lesbian arts—cunnilingus. These women had mastered them all.
The Virgin Superior swept in naked. “Your friend has been exorcised.”
I nodded, my stomach twisting with nerves as the acolytes finished drying the breast milk from my body. “I have been washed clean of the filth of the outside world,” I announced, remembering the ritual words. “I am ready to be judged by Saphique.”
“Let Saphique judge Sophia worthy of re-admittance into our pure ranks,” proclaimed the Virgin Superior, her breasts heaving. “Let the goddess restore her purity and make her once again a virgin.”
I stepped into the middle of the eight priestesses and the Virgin Superior. The women all stared down at me as I stretched out on the sanctum's floor. It was cold. I tried to ignore that as I spread my legs and rubbed my hand on my pussy.
“My purity was wrongly taken,” I groaned as I stroked my pussy. I hadn't had an orgasm since the spirit took me. It felt strange to touch my sex after it had been soiled. “I did not ask for the karabasan to take my purity. I did not desire it.”
“Let her words be carried to Saphique,” the eight priestesses sang, “on the moans of her pleasure.”
Their eyes watched me, their tongues licking lips. Their nipples were all hard. The scent of their pussies filled my nose as I caressed my vulva. My arousal grew. I was once again in the temple surrounded by pure women.
“Hear my words, Saphique,” I gasped as I shoved a pair of fingers into my pussy. My toes curled and my hips undulated as I fucked them in and out of my cunt.
The priestesses let out sighs, their hands lightly caressing their breasts and pussies as they watched me. My eyes flicked around the room, drinking in their beauty as I plunged my fingers in faster and faster.
Pleasure rippled through my body. My left hand found my small breast. I squeezed and kneaded my mound until I found my pink nipple. I pinched it and moaned. I licked my lips, my tongue piercing hard.
“Watch my devotion, Saphique,” I groaned as I stared up at the statue of my Goddess looming over the sanctum. Her breasts were bare, carved from pure marble.
“Judge her, Saphique,” moaned the priestesses.
My fingers pumped faster. The heel of my hand ground on my clit. I groaned at the sharp jolt of bliss that shot through me. My hips bucked off the marble floor as my moans echoed through the sanctum.
“I love you, Saphique,” I moaned. “I will always be faithful.”
“Faithful,” echoed the priestesses.
I breathed in the wonderful perfume of hot pussy. Their musks and mine all mixed together. My eyes rolled back in my head. A hot shudder ran through me. I bucked and groaned. My pussy clenched on my fingers.
“Saphique!” I screamed as my orgasm crashed through me.
The pleasure rippled through me in a hot wave. My eyes stared up at the statue of my Goddess. A white light glowed from it, falling upon me and warming me with the Goddess's love. I shuddered as my orgasm intensified.
My vision fuzzed.
You are still faithful, Saphique whispered in my mind.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped and sobbed, joy and passion burning through me.
“The Goddess has welcomed her back,” proclaimed the Virgin Superior. “And now we must restore her purity.”
“Women can only be made pure by women,” the priestesses echoed.
The eight of them fell on me. Their hands and lips caressed me. My nipples were sucked, my pussy licked, and my asshole rimmed. I moaned and shuddered as eight sets of hands roamed my body. Every part of me was touched.
My skin came alive. Pussies were pressed against my mouth one after the other. My tongue slid through their juicy folds, drinking down their purity. Orgasm burned through my body. I bucked and shuddered on their touches.
“Goddess, yes,” I kept moaning between kisses and pussies.
Fingers penetrated my asshole and cunt. My flesh convulsed on them. Tongues licked me everywhere. My juices poured out of me into open mouths. The priestesses moaned in delight as they loved me.
I drifted in the pile of feminine flesh. Time lost all meaning. I was only a vessel of pleasure. I was turned and moved. My orgasm seemed to be never ending. The priestesses knew every place to touch and love me.
The nine of us cried out our pleasure together, giving offering to our Goddess.
And Saphique answered.
A powerful shudder gripped me. I bucked in the embrace of the eight priestesses. My nipples tingled in their mouths. A pierced tongue reamed my asshole and
another licked at my pussy. I suckled at a pierced nipple, drinking creamy breast milk. My toes were licked and my fingers were sucked.
And then the Goddess entered my body.
My pussy grew hot as the powerful orgasm raced through my body. Purity consumed me. I bucked and shuddered, suckling hard on the nipple. I moaned my love for Saphique as I drifted on her pleasure.
Then it was gone and I collapsed.
“She has been made pure,” a priestess moaned.
“So pure,” groaned another priestess before she licked my pussy. Her tongue fluttered along my newly grown hymen.
I was a true virgin again.
“Virgin Superior, a virgin woman comes before us to join Saphique's priesthood,” a priestess proclaimed. “Her name is Sophia ev'Tith.”
The Virgin Superior stood over me, a thick, white dildo, carved of polished marble, strapped to her waist. “Do you Sophia ev'Tith swear to be a faithful servant of Saphique, to let no man defile your purity, and to obey the desires of your goddess in the service of women?”
“I do,” I moaned. It was just like the day I entered the Temple of the Pure to be a novice, when the High Virgin Vivian herself, the leader of the priesthood, had taken my virginity and created the connection with my goddess.
The Virgin Superior knelt, her pierced breasts jiggling. She placed her hands on my thighs, stroking up them as she leaned over me. She spread them apart, revealing my virgin pussy. I shuddered and licked my lips.
“I'm ready to be taken, Virgin Superior,” I groaned.
She smiled. “I bet you are. I've never deflowered a virgin with your experience before.”
I reached up and pulled on her braid, bringing her down for a hot kiss. Her breasts rubbed against mine, her nipple rings hard on my flesh. I moaned and undulated beneath her. The first time I had my cherry popped, I had been scared.
This time I was eager.
“Fuck me,” I moaned when our kiss broke.
“Slut,” she whispered in my ear as her marble dildo pressed on my hymen.
“I am,” I beamed.
The Virgin Superior thrust. My cherry popped. Pain momentarily flared through my pussy, and then her thick dildo filled me. I groaned, squeezing down on the shaft. I closed my eyes as she buried into my depths before drawing back.
