The Priestess's Gratitude

by Sarah Hawke

  You’ll get your chance later. Just be patient and give the slut what she wants.

  “Better?” Khalina asked.

  “Definitely.”

  “Good.” She placed her lips back on his cock, but before she inhaled him again she abruptly stopped and leaned back “If you wish to guide my movements, you may be as rough as you like. Strike me, spit on me, choke me—males often require additional visual stimulation, I am far more durable than I appear.”

  Dravis blinked. Is she serious? What in the bloody abyss is going on?

  “Prepare yourself,” she warned. “I shall make you spill now.”

  She slammed his cock back down her throat so hard he couldn’t believe she didn’t gag. He stood there stiffly for a moment, paralyzed, before he finally placed his hands on her head. Her green eyes looked up at him expectantly.

  What are you waiting for? Give it to her!

  Dravis grabbed two handfuls of her thick red hair and began face-fucking her in earnest. He almost lost it every time his shaft disappeared back between her ruby lips. She didn’t appear to have a gag reflex at all—no matter how hard he pushed, she didn’t choke or gasp or complain in the slightest. She didn’t even seem to blink. Her eyes remained locked onto him like two glimmering emeralds while she eagerly awaited her reward…

  He gave it to her. His cock erupted deep in her throat, but when he tried to hold her in place she squirmed back until the tip was just inside her lips. He splattered her tongue until it was completely white, and he couldn’t believe nothing leaked out the sides of her mouth. Dravis closed his eyes after the fifth and final spurt, but when he reopened them a few seconds later he could scarcely believe what he was seeing.

  Her mouth remained open, and she was sloshing his cum around her mouth while her eyes rolled back into her head. When she eventually swallowed, a wide smile pulled at her lips.

  “That’s a good girl,” Dravis said, touching her chin. “Did you enjoy your present?”

  “Your seed is as fertile as I’d hoped,” Khalina told him. “My sisters will be overjoyed.”

  He grinned and patted her cheek. “If they’re as pretty as you, sweetheart, I’d be happy to share.”

  “Excellent.” She abruptly stood and readjusted her bodice. “We should make haste to the shrine. If we leave now, we should arrive before nightfall.”

  “What’s the hurry?” he asked, grabbing her slender waist and pulling her in close. “I could start a fire, and I’d love to share some of the wine I bought in Riverbend.”

  “That sounds enjoyable, but we should really leave as soon as possible. My sisters will worry if I do not return shortly.”

  “Well, I’d hate for that to happen.” Dravis gently dragged his fingertips across her bare stomach down to top of her leather thong. “It just seems like a shame. I’d love to return the favor.”

  “Your desire to reciprocate pleasure is commendable but misplaced,” Khalina said. “While I am looking forward to prolonged coitus, my enjoyment is not necessary. Yours is paramount.”

  “You really are the perfect woman…”

  She cocked an eyebrow. “That is objectively untrue.”

  “Just a bad joke, forget it,” he said, shaking his head. He had never been a particularly religious man, but the gods must have been rewarding him for something. “You’re sure your sisters will like me?”

  “Absolutely. They will insist upon mating with you immediately.”

  Dravis whispered a prayer of thanks. “All at once, or…?”

  “All of us shall observe, if that’s what you mean, but Sister Basyle will insist upon being the first.”

  “That hardly seems fair. What about you?”

  “She is the senior priestess,” Khalina said. She paused a moment in thought. “Though I suppose you could request to inseminate me first.”

  “I could just ‘inseminate’ you right now,” Dravis said, squeezing her waist. “He’s ready to go again.”

  Her eyes dropped down to his throbbing cock, and her left hand curled around the shaft. “I wish we had time, but I suspect you will resist the urge to spill inside me for as long as possible.”

  Dravis grinned. “I plan to enjoy myself, if that’s what you mean. But I promise you’ll enjoy it to.”

  Khalina smiled up at him. “You are a curious male specimen, Sir Knight.”

  “You’re a curious specimen yourself,” he said, dragging his fingers through her hair again. “So what do you say? You want to start a fire and have some fun?”

  “Yes, but we must go.” She glanced down at his cock almost mournfully as she removed her hand. “The faster we ride, the faster you can begin insemination.”

  Dravis jabbed his tongue hard into his cheek when she began striding down the hill towards the horses. This was, without a doubt, the weirdest rescue he had ever been a part of. But like the boys at the garrison always said, the crazier the slut, the better the fuck. If that was even partially true, then tonight was shaping up to be one of the best nights of his life.

  Act Two: The Eternal Sisters

  As it turned out, the shrine was only about five miles north of the orc cavern, much closer than Dravis had anticipated. He and Khalina rode calmly across the rocky ground, ostensibly out of concern for the horses but actually because he enjoyed holding her against him. She rode directly in front of him, and he spent most of the trip fondling her breasts and nibbling at her neck. She didn’t resist; if anything, she went out of her way to accommodate him by loosening the straps of her bodice so his hands could easily slip inside. His cock was hard again in record time, and every few minutes he seriously considering stopping, bending her over a rock, and fucking her right then and there.

  But if his years of training in the Silver Fist had taught him anything, it was that patience was a virtue. Besides, he had an endless source of entertainment watching Corwin squirm uncomfortably in his own saddle. The kid probably would have exploded in his trousers if Khalina had looked at him for more than a few seconds straight.

  The shrine itself was larger and more impressive than Dravis had expected. It was built into the edge of the mountain, and the enormous doorway was flanked on either side by a pair of female statues dressed almost identically to Khalina. Perhaps the woman who had founded their silly religion had just wanted to sell a lot of the same boots. If so, Dravis wasn’t complaining.

  “Do we need to knock or anything?” he asked as they approached the stone door. It was getting dark quickly, but the magical brazier outside provided more than enough light to see.

  “They know we’re here,” Khalina said.

  He cocked an eyebrow at her. “How?”

  “We share a magical bond thanks to our faith in the Goddess. I can communicate with my sisters across great distances.” She smiled. “They are eager to meet you.”

  “Well, I’m eager to meet them, too,” Dravis said as the door began to slowly slide open. As long as they’re not old crones, anyway. If some eighty year-old High Priestess struts out here in the same outfit, I’ll take back every good thought I had about those boots and that thong…

  Two women were standing there when the door finally opened, and to Dravis’s delight neither of them were crones. On the contrary, they were just as young, beautiful, and supple as Khalina.

  Because they looked exactly like her.

  “Escar’s mercy,” Dravis breathed. “Triplets?”

  “You seem surprised,” Khalina said. “I informed you that they were my sisters.”

  “I didn’t know you meant it literally. But believe me, I’m not complaining.”

  “Welcome to the Shrine of the Eternal Lady,” one of the women said. “It has been many years since a virile male visited our home.”

  “I’m happy to make up for lost time,” he said, smiling. “I am Sir Tirian Dravis, Knight of the Silver Fist. Your sister here is lucky I happened by the wreckage of her caravan when I did.”

  “The will of the Goddess is not mere luck,” the
same woman said. “She guided you to Sister Khalina in her time of need, and now Khalina has guided you back to us.”

  “Right…” Dravis murmured. So they didn’t just look identical—apparently they talked the same way, too. This whole thing would have been creepy as hell if his cock weren’t actively trying to burst out of his armor.

  “My name is Sister Basyle, and this is Sister Selenya,” the woman said, smiling pleasantly. “Who is this other male that has accompanied you?”

  “Huh? Oh, that’s just my squire, Corwin. He’s here to…observe.”

  Selenya stepped in front of the younger man and eyed him up and down. “He is young and strong. Did you sample his seed as well?”

  “No,” Khalina said. “Sir Dravis questioned his virility.”

  “His virility and his skill,” Dravis said. “The kid’s still a virgin. He’ll explode the instant you touch him.”

  The faces of all three women lit up almost immediately. “You never mentioned this before,” Khalina said.

  “It’s not a good thing, believe me,” Dravis added hastily. “You ladies do want to enjoy yourselves, right?”

  “The Goddess does not require our enjoyment,” Selenya replied matter-of-factly.

  Dravis had to grab his jaw to keep it from falling open. What kind of women actually wanted a man to finish quickly? That might have been the most insane thing they’d said yet.

  “She may not require it, but she doesn’t forbid it either, right?” he asked.

  “No,” Khalina said. “In fact, the Third Chronicle of Sister Valera states that coital extraction is often more successful when a priestess is properly stimulated.”

  “Exactly,” he muttered, playing along. “And believe me: Corwin here isn’t going to ‘stimulate’ anything.”

  The young man turned and glared at him. “Sir, I—”

  “Shut up, squire,” Dravis said, flashing the idiot a stern glare. “Just set up a camp and wait out here with the horses. I’ll let you know when I’m finished with the, uh…negotiations.”

  For a moment it seemed like the kid might actually grow a spine and protest, but then he nodded and backed down as usual. “Of course, sir. I’ll just, uh…I’ll stay right here.”

  Dravis grunted and turned back to the priestesses. “Since that’s settled, perhaps we should head inside? It’s getting dark, after all.”

  Khalina glanced back and forth between Dravis and Corwin for a moment before she finally shrugged. “This way, Sir Knight.”

  The interior of the shrine was surprisingly austere, especially compared to the grandiose temples in Highwind. Even the smaller shrines in Riverbend had more furniture and decorations. Aside from a few paintings and sculptures on the walls, nothing in here suggested that this was even a place of worship. There was no central altar or seating for a congregation; there was no furniture at all aside from a single armless, backless divan situated directly in the middle of the main chamber.

  “You girls aren’t exactly living a life of luxury out here,” Dravis commented.

  “We have all that we need to survive,” Basyle said. “The Goddess relieves us of most mortal hungers. We want for nothing.”

  “Other than a strong male,” Khalina added. “You are the first man to have looked upon this statue in almost three years, Sir Knight.”

  “Please, call me Tirian, sweetheart,” Dravis told her. “I can’t tell you how honored I am that you’ve chosen me to…well….”

  “Sister Khalina explained to you why you are here, yes?” Basyle asked.

  “More or less,” Dravis said. “She said you’d all be eager to meet me.”

  “We are,” Selenya said, touching his arm. “You are handsome and strong. My sister couldn’t have chosen a better specimen.”

  He smiled back at her. She was wearing the tiniest bit more eyeshadow than her sisters, and he thought the extra color looked good on her. Still, he had a feeling it would look even better smeared down her cheeks after he throated her. It wasn’t the most gentlemanly sentiment for an honorable knight, but for whatever reason he desperately wanted to degrade these silly sluts.

  By the gods, this is like a dream come true…

  “The Goddess commands all Eternal Priestesses to give birth to a daughter once every three years,” Basyle said. “Our coven’s cycle has just begun, and Sister Khalina was searching for a proper donor. Now that she has found one, you will inseminate each of us.”

  Dravis frowned. “Wait a second: you want me to get all three of you pregnant?”

  “Of course,” Khalina said as if it were obvious. “Why else would I have tested the virility of your seed?”

  “I thought you were just, you know, playing some kind of game.” He grunted and paused for a minute. “Look, I’d love to entertain you ladies, but I’m not really the fatherhood type.”

  “We do not need your assistance raising our daughters,” Basyle told him. “Once your seed takes root inside of us, we will have no further need of you.”

  “Uh…I see,” Dravis murmured. Warning bells started ringing in the back of his head. He’d heard similar promises before. After he’d bedded Duke Marchale’s daughter, she had shown up two months later with a swollen belly and demanded that he return and marry her. He’d been forced to request a transfer halfway across the continent just to get away from her, but that wouldn’t work a second time.

  Still, these priestesses seemed genuine enough, and there was no way in hell he was going to walk out of here without fucking at least one of them.

  “If this poses a problem, Sir Knight, please inform us now,” Selenya told him. “We will need to begin our search for another donor immediately.”

  “Oh, it’s no problem,” Dravis assured them. “I just wanted to make sure you knew where I stand.”

  Basyle smiled. “Excellent. Then let us begin.”

  She lifted her robe off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor, then immediately began unfastening the straps of her bodice. Before Dravis could say anything, Khalina and Selenya practically pounced on him from either side. While one unbuckled his breastplate, the other fiddled with his greaves.

  “No wine, no music…I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” he said. “Oh well.”

  They stripped off his armor with impressive speed, and Selenya’s eyes lit up when his cock finally sprung free. Her long fingers cradled the shaft, and she slowly sank down to a knee like she had been ensorcelled by a charm spell.

  “I never should have doubted you, sister,” she breathed. “It’s magnificent.”

  “And it’s all yours, sweetheart,” Dravis said. “He’s ready and willing to serve.”

  Khalina touched his arm and nodded towards the divan. “You should start with Sister Basyle.”

  Dravis turned and studied the senior priestess. She was already topless, and he was delighted to see that her tits were every bit as round and wonderful as Khalina’s. His cock twinged at the thought of sliding into her, but he had another plan first.

  “Sister Khalina informed me that she was a virgin,” he said, sliding his hand around her trim waist and pulling her in close. “How about the rest of you ladies?”

  “This will be my fourth birthing cycle,” Basyle said. “It will be Sister Selenya’s third.”

  Dravis whistled between his teeth. “So wait—you’re already mothers?”

  “Of course,” Selenya said. “This surprises you?”

  “Well, you sure as hell don’t look like it,” he size, looking them up and down again. “And I thought you were all sisters.”

  “We are all born of the Eternal Mother and share her face.”

  He shook his head. “You know what? I don’t even want to know. But the point is that I’d like to start with Khalina here.”

  He knew there was a chance he might offend them, but he didn’t really care. After five hours of riding in the saddle pressed up against this girl, his cock was desperate for release.

  “If that is your wish,” Basyle said
, shrugging. “You may proceed.”

  Khalina’s eyes widened in shock. “You really wish to have me first? I don’t know what to say…”

  “You don’t need to say anything, sweetheart,” Dravis said, pulling her in close enough to kiss her. Her lips mixed the awkwardness of a virginal farm girl with the raw intensity of a seasoned slut. It was a surprisingly enticing combination. He would have gladly stood there kissing here for a long time, but from the way her hands were clawing at his cock he knew he wouldn’t have the chance.

  Dravis gently plucked Khalina robe off her shoulders and tossed it on top of Basyle’s. His hands worked their way down her back and tugged at the straps of her bodice, but he was too late—Basyle had already rushed in behind her and started untying the laces. Selenya, apparently not wanting to be left out, knelt down and removed her sister’s thong.

  “Normally I’d rather unwrap a present myself,” he said with an amused snort, “but I guess this will do.”

  Dravis took a step back and studied her again. Somehow she was even more perfect than he remembered. Her face, her tits, her bald, sopping cunt…he had never wanted to fuck anyone as much in his life. It took all of his willpower to resist the urge to tackle her onto the divan and slam his cock into her as hard and fast as possible.

  “Leave the boots,” he said when Khalina began to remove them. “They won’t get in the way.”

  She shrugged. “As you wish. How shall we—oof!”

  She yelped as he pushed her back onto the divan. Rather than climbing on top of her, however, he spread her thighs and leaned down to kiss her quim. Her juices rolled over his tongue as he lashed her precious little clit, and her entire body convulsed like she had just been struck by lightning.

  “What are you doing, male?” Basyle asked, leaning down next to the couch. “You cannot inseminate her with your mouth.”

  Dravis snorted. “I’m aware of that, sweetheart. But there’s more to sex than a hard cock and a wet cunt. Besides, I owe her one for earlier.”