Quest for the Sacred 2

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Yarba looked at Randith riding his cock, admiring her heavy tits bumping up and down. For the High Priestess of Calypso and despite her age, a mere 150, she had the appearance of a thirty-year-old and the fucking energy of a teenager. The grip she put on his cock with her cunt was an indication of her experience in the art of fucking. It was as if her cunt was sucking his prick, milking him dry of every ounce of fluid. He had to hurry to make her come and he just knew how. Trying to grab her swinging melons turned into a game, but once he got one, he squeezed hard, making her scream.They were in her private quarters outside the Temple grounds. The opulence of the place, the expensive curtains, the golden ornaments and even the imported bed must have cost a king’s wager. Yarba knew that Randith stole the money from the coffers of that fucking whore, Calypso. Maybe her expensive taste was the reason behind the plans Randith shared with him.Yarba returned to his duty at hand. He took hold of her large fuck button between his two fingers and stroked it furiously. With his other hand around her ass, he pushed his thick middle finger into her asshole. They both liked sex dirty and rough. He swung her around to get on top, pushed her legs over her head and fucked the daylights out of her. Violent spasms gripped his cock, and he increased his speed in and out of her cunt. Randith’s face contorted in pain and pleasure, screaming: “Fuck me, fuck me harder.”Yarba lost control of his meat stick and shot his load into her cunt. He was angry with himself, he let a woman pleasure him beyond his self-restraint and he hated it. He wanted to fuck another round, but his prick shrivelled into a soft, boneless finger. That was one reason why he had to do what he’s got to do.Drained, he flopped next to his fuck mate. He sensed that Randith was frustrated. She spoke first.“Are we clear on what you are supposed to do?”Always the fucking bitch, he thought. Of course, he knew what was supposed to happen. He was supposed to steal the Holy Cunt or Sacred Vulva and force the Royal Pair to abdicate their power to Randith, the High Priestess of Eros. Nevertheless, fuck her and fuck Phallus. Yarba had plans of his own.“Of course, my dear. You can trust me.” As the High Priest of Phallus, he was also ambitious but not to play the secondary role to Randith. He lazily played with her clit, resting his head on her thigh as he watched his white seed dripping from her cunt. But he needed another Cunt to fulfil his destiny. That cunt belonged to the Whore of Eros, Calypso. With the combined magical power of the Sacred Vulva of Calypso and the strength of the Cock of Phallus, he would be unstoppable. He would destroy all the temples of the goddess and in its place, erect shrines for the male God, Phallus.He dipped his finger into Randith’s vagina to scoop his milk out and feed bahis şirketleri it to his lover. She slurped it up like a dog, just like he wanted people to serve him, to live off his mercy. Randith tried in vain to resurrect his manhood with her mouth and tongue. A few years ago, he could go on all night, but now, with more people worshipping the fucking whore, the powers of Phallus had diminished and so too the sexual stamina of Yarba. Stealing the Holy Cunt would destroy Calypso’s hold on the people and give him the fucking power he deserved.“It is time,” said Randith, pushing him off her. “Don’t let anyone see you or catch you.” She threw on her priestly gown and handed him the bag for the Cunt. Yarba took his time to dress. He was proud of his clothes and dressing wasn’t something to be rushed. His flannels covered his lower body, and the course woollen shirt protected his upper body against the weather. Not like the half-naked men of Eros. Their tunics were too short, a man’s balls could freeze off, and their bare torsos were abominations to Phallus. His boots were the last items he put on. The only other item was his sword. He was ready to change the world with this theft.Yarba quickly slipped through the door and out into the night. He waited a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the darkness before he continued. The opening in the hedgerow was exactly where Randith said it would be. The ten steps to the backdoor of the temple were the most dangerous part of his trip. He would be exposed to any of the priests or whores working at the temple. On light feet, he made it to the door without being seen. He still had it in him, thought Yarba.The backdoor was shaped into an open vulva, like all the doors in Eros. It disturbed him that the people would return every night to the womb to be born again the next day.Once inside the temple, Yarba walked down the passage to the Inner Chamber where the Holy Cunt was. Hearing voices coming towards him, he quickly slipped into a room. Inside, a man was fucking a whore of the Bitch. They were so busy that they didn’t even know he was in the room with them. Seeing the couple brought some life back to his prick, but not enough to be of any use.When the outside danger passed, he quickly stepped back into the passage and scurried to the Inner Chamber. Only one candle burned in the centre of the room, throwing shadows everywhere. Yarba had to concentrate to find the statuette of the Cunt. It stood between the legs of the beautiful statue of the whore goddess herself. Yarba sensed that there was someone else in the room. He stepped to his left and saw a young naked woman lying prone before the Vulva, muttering something incoherent. She slowly rose in a dance, lifting herself up into a meditation position. Yarba saw her hand drop between her legs and heard her moan softly. The little cunt was masturbating.Yarba bahis firmaları did not have time for sexual games. He had to get the Cunt and catch the boat in less than an hour. Sliding his sword from its scabbard, he tiptoed to the girl, who was reaching a climax. As she screamed with passion Yarba hit her on the head with the handle of his sword.She dropped like a bag of sand and her passionate screams ended abruptly. He had no time to waste. He grabbed the Cunt, stuffed it into the bag and made his way out of the temple. Hastening through the maze of the temple gardens, he nearly got lost. He kept his wits about him and made it safely to the gate.“Thank you, Bitch. Now the world will be mine,” he said softly to no one and to all and disappeared into the city.Yarba did not plan to run into Queen Amida walking alone in the city. The boat will have to wait another day. On his way home, walking through the busy lantern-lit cobbled streets of Pudenta, Zenoi couldn’t get his mind off the next day. Lost in thought he accidentally bumped into a sad-looking young couple burdened with a heavy bag. They were holding hands and he could see that they were scared. His priestly training kicked in and he took their hands into mine.“What is troubling you?” When they recognized Zenoi’s priestly tunic, they smiled. They knew that they could always rely on the goddess Calypso for help through her servants.“We’re on our wedding holy day in the big city and we don’t know what to do,” said the groom, Yamba, hugging his ordinary-looking bride, Olanna. Their dull red hair and the simple tunics were signs that they were from rural Eros and thus maybe strangers in Pudenta. “I’m Zenoi, a priest from the Temple of Calypso and I am at your service.”This diversion might get his mind off the big day tomorrow and besides, it was his duty as a priest to initiate them into the bliss of sexual union.For the next hour, Zenoi helped them get settled in a tavern close to an intimate Temple Theatre specializing in Calypso dancing. He sent a message to the temple to prepare for their arrival. With the permission of Yola, the sexy owner of the tavern, he prepared their wedding bliss meal, consisting of a large fresh river crab prepared in goat’s milk butter and spiced with local herbs. The salad was a combination of fruit and vegetables with enough Grou Als, a potent aphrodisiac, to last them for the next two days. Dessert was hot chocolate and honey drink mixed with dry red wine.They dined in a private room Yola prepared for them. The dishes were set on a small table with three large cushions around it. They stripped off their clothes and Zenoi saw Olanna shyly covering her small breasts and the little red patch between her legs with her hands. Yamba had a small penis and he caught Olanna starring at his nine-inch cock, but he ignored the attention and continued setting kaçak bahis siteleri up the feast. As the opener, Zenoi took a piece of the succulent white meat of the crab, dipped it into the butter sauce and traced sloppy circles around Olanna’s nipples. With his tongue, he licked the juice from her left breast while Yamba bent down to do the same on the right breast.Olanna released a small moan when Zenoi took another piece of crab, dipped it between her legs and gave it to Yamba to eat. He fed Olanna and Yamba the salad and the rest of the crab.The dessert was a real treat. Standing up, Zenoi poured the thick drink over his penis and invited them both to taste the nectar of the goddess. Olanna was first to slowly lick the chocolate and honey wine from his growing member. Yamba followed her example and within a few moments, they had Zenoi’s cock deep in their mouths, sucking and licking.He had a faint feeling that they were not as innocent as they pretended to be, but when they poured more dessert on, he had to concentrate not to lose his control. They moved their mouths simultaneously over his hard penis, cleaning off the chocolate and honey wine.When it was their turn to become the vessel for the dessert, Zenoi started with Olanna. Yamba poured the drink between her legs while he lapped it up. He opened her outer pussy lips to let the wine flow over her pink inner sanctum. The combination of her sex juice and the chocolate and honey wine tasted divine. Olanna opened her legs wider to allow Yamba access to her cunt. They licked her pussy and sucked her clitoris dry. She was shaking all over and let out a scream of pleasure that shook the room. Everybody in the tavern must have heard her cry. At least they knew what was happening.Yamba’s cock was a mere five inches but thick enough to make a difference. Zenoi took Yamba’s erect manhood in his mouth and stuck his finger in his bum hole. He could feel Calypso’s power surge through him and over his cock. Zenoi continued sucking till Yamba was ready to come. When Zenoi released his penis from his mouth, it had grown two more inches. Olanna jumped up with joy and wanted Yamba to make love to her there and then.“Sorry kids.” Zenoi interrupted their pleasure. “This is as far as we go in here. We still have an appointment at the Temple.”They quickly dressed for the next stop on their journey to happiness. On their way out, Zenoi led them through the packed tavern. The patrons gave Olanna a standing ovation. He thanked Yola for her hospitality with a kiss and judging from the happy crowd, Calypso had already blessed her. Before sunrise, Xana and her troop were already busy with training. “I need a volunteer.” Every one of her still naked troop Xana looked forward to another hand-to-hand combat training session. “Usha, stand to centre.” The girl tried to protest but Xana’s naked frame intimidated her enough to obey the command. She was about 5’7”, blond and the nipples on her breasts were invitingly large. Her clitoris stuck out its head between the folds of her pussy lips. The troop formed up in a square as the battleground.

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