Camping and lovemaking in luxury.

“Okay, you ready?” Joy asked.

“I’m kind of nervous,” I admitted, squirming.

“Have confidence, that’s the key! You’re gonna do great.”

“B-but it’s my first time doing something like this.” I was sweating nervously.

“Oh please, I just watched you practice on your own, your technique is flawless!” Still, Joy reached out and held my hand for support. That only made me even more nervous to do what I was about to. Having an audience only gave me stage fright.

But she was doing her best to be encouraging, I should at least try. I took a deep breath, placed a hand on my chest, and felt my pounding heart hammering away. I tried to soothe myself with my inner thoughts, banishing all doubt. I could do this.

I felt a wave of pleasure begin at my fingers and toes, then work itself slowly through my limbs to the core of my body. I got lost in a daze, feeling myself go rigid as a wonderful sensation shot through me like lightning. I felt like I was on top of the world, like I could do anything, and I heard a moaning gasp escape my lips as the tingling sensation finally reached my heaving chest. It was time. With a guttural moan and outstretched arm, I felt the climax of the ritual. It was done.

A flash of light erupted from my hand and illuminated the ground in front of me in a neon red glow. Small pebbles began lifting into the air, my hair was flowing out around me like I was swimming in water, and the wind surged around us in a sudden gust.

“Eep!” Joy quickly moved to push her loincloth down to avoid a figurative flash along with the literal one.

The wave of pleasure had not subsided, and I was still held tight within its grasp. I tried everything I could to avoid it, but after a few seconds I began ejaculating onto the ground in front of me. Still, I held myself steady. And soon enough, my labor bore fruit.

The glowing red pool on the ground began to inflate as though it were a bubble in a pool of magma. The shape gradually became less rounded and more sharply angled. Before long it was a tall box, then a triangular shape like a roof appeared on the top along with some supports—flying buttresses I was pretty sure—and the glow started to subside.

When the light was gone, a structure made of large stone bricks was in front of me. It looked like a tiny church with an arched wooden door fashioned with gold. It was only about fifteen feet by fifteen feet wide, and twenty-five feet tall, shingled roof included. Above the door rested a gigantic heart-shaped gemstone, it actually looked exactly like the heart accessories I was wearing.

“You did it!” Joy exclaimed, happily, “I knew you could.”

“I uh,” I began through heaving breaths, “made a bit of a mess, though.” I pointed to the pool of white at my feet.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. A harem priestess’ magic comes from a place of pleasure and desire. It’s always gonna feel really good to use your spells. The bigger the spell, the more intense the uh… output.” She giggled, “Point is, nobody will care. I certainly don’t.”

I sighed and looked at the structure doubtfully. It looked a little small. We’d decided to stay atop this mountain for one more night before passing through the portal, and that was when my new friend. I told Joy I wanted to just enjoy this scenery more while I could; she said it would be no problem and told me I could summon a structure that was perfect for camping. And now here it was, and honest-to-god real magic that I used conjured it here.

The truth was, though, I just wanted to spend more time with Joy, get to know her a little better. I was hyper aware of the fact that I had very rapidly developed feelings for her, but I didn’t just want to jump in all the way without knowing more. She knew everything there was to know about me—after all, she’d have to in order to aid the Atlas in making this world based on my desires—but either way it was entirely one-sided. I didn’t regret the kiss earlier, but I had to admit that it was kinda hasty.

“All right, are you ready for the big reveal?” Joy asked, walking up to the door and placing a gauntleted hand on the ring.

I smiled and nodded.

She then pushed the door open and ushered me inside. Right away, I was amazed. This tiny building was much larger on the inside. On the walls to the right and left of me were several rows of small wooden chests built into the wall with metal plates on the lids, and directly in front of me I could see an open area with a red rug and several burgundy throw pillows scattered around. On each of the other three walls of this central room were curtains that seemed to lead to other rooms in the building.

“Okay, first thing’s first,” Joy announced, “This sanctuary isn’t just the perfect place to camp for the night, it’s also a portable temple to Syradis. If we wanna enter this place, we gotta strip!”

“R-really?” I asked, blushing a little.

“Yep, no clothes in the sanctum, them’s the rules,” she said this with a hint of lecherous glee in her voice. “That’s what these chests are for. If you put your stuff in them then put your hand on that plate, it will lock the chest until you place your hand on it again.”

“Oh,” I eyed one of them curiously. Then I began the process of disrobing what little I was actually wearing. It was embarrassing to be totally naked in this new body, even if there hadn’t been much covering it to begin with. But it was also very liberating, and I immediately felt a sense of peace after doing so.

Once I was properly nude, I turned to look at Joy, peering at her impressive curves which were now in the process of being likewise totally exposed. I was quickly reminded that she was going commando.

“Hey,” I began, “you never did tell me why you’re not wearing underwear.”

“Oh, right!” she grunted as she undid the buckles of her gauntlets and removed them, tossing them into her chest with a rough clattering noise. “Those who devote themselves completely to the church of Syradis don’t wear underwear. It’s supposed to symbolize one’s dedication to the philosophy of sexual freedom.”

“Oh,” I said, blushing as I continued to ogle Joy. She was so pretty, and her curves were simply amazing.

“Aaaand done!” she said, turning around and posing totally nude with arms akimbo. She had a faint blush on her cheeks, but otherwise did not seem to mind that I could see her like this. Then she made me feel far less guilty about eyeing her up a moment ago by brazenly doing the same, drinking in my own naked form with her eyes and grinning pervertedly. “By Syradis, Your Radiance, you are so beautiful!”

My blush intensified and I wiggled in place in embarrassment.

“I am truly blessed to be your companion and lover,” she continued, stepping toward me and taking one of my hands into hers. This was the first time I’d felt her bare hands, they were very soft and warm. There was some sweat thanks to the gauntlets she wore, but that wasn’t too unpleasant, honestly.

“A-and it’s an honor to have you with me, as well,” I admitted. There was something very interesting about this interaction to me. On the one hand, this was an incredibly intimate moment shared between us, but we hardly knew each other. Or, at least, I hardly knew her. But I was sort of roleplaying in a way and having that barrier of make-believe made it easier to engage with Joy in a romantic manner. I wondered if this was one of those situations that the phrase “fake it ‘till you make it” was designed for.

“Okay! Why don’t I show you around the Sanctuary?” She said and began leading me through the place.

The overall structure was basically five fifteen-square-foot rooms connected in a cross pattern. I’d already seen the entranceway and the central chamber, the latter of which I was informed was meant for the various religious rituals and affirmations to take place; this was where the faithful communed with Syradis.

Underneath the rug in the center room was a wooden hatch which led into a sixth room beneath the building. It was basically a cellar with a bunch of supplies. This more or less explained why neither of us had backpacks with supplies in them even though we were on a journey. Apparently, I could use my magic to conjure anything that was contained in this room even when the Sanctuary was dismissed. Very handy.

Next, she toured me through the remaining three rooms, the ones behind curtains. Behind the first curtain was a fire-pit with various cooking supplies stored on shelves lining the walls. Apparently, homes within Atla Fantasia had hearths like this one, and it was a common gathering place for families and communities. Behind the second curtain was a room absolutely covered in pillows and sheets made of the finest silk and feather down. Aside from the very edge, the entire floor was actually one big mattress suitable for sleeping. This, evidently, was the sleeping chamber. Anyone who was traveling with me would sleep together with me in this room in “one big cuddle-fest” as Joy put it.

“But what if they aren’t a member of my harem?” I asked.

Joy scoffed, “Nobody would dare turn down the opportunity to share bed with a Harem Priestess, no matter their romantic attachments. It’s a very big honor. There are bedrolls in the cellar, though, if that really becomes a problem.”

I nodded, satisfied with this response, and we moved on to the final room. Even before the curtain was drawn, I could feel heat emanating from this room, a comforting and humid warmth that wrapped my naked body and almost immediately relaxed me. It was, of course, a bath. This room had a pool in its center with smooth stone ledges to sit on along the perimeter and a single island in the center.

“Wow, this place has everything,” I remarked, kneeling down to test the water with my hand. Sure enough, it was pleasantly warm but not scalding.

“Yep! While we’re in here, we may as well wash off all the sweat from our hike,” Joy said. “In fact, why don’t you let me wash your back for you?” she added, wiggling her brows and grinning like the hopeless womanizer she clearly was.

Actually, that sounded like a really good idea. Though, knowing her and myself, we’d be doing far more than washing in here…

“Syradis is a goddess of light, love, and purity. Cleanliness is of paramount importance,” Joy explained, whispering into my ear.

I would have responded, but I was quietly whimpering with pleasure seated between her legs with my back and neck resting on her ample and impossibly soft busom.

“It is the sacred duty of the Harem Priestess’ lovers to ensure she is completely and utterly cleansed; free of impurities of both the body and soul.” Joy continued to explain in a soothing voice while she moved her soft hands with purpose and great care.

We began the bathing session innocently enough; indeed, we washed each other’s backs and then stepped into the heated pool to soak. The height of eroticism was the occasional smooch, cheeky grope, and playful flirt. But then things took a turn, one of those playful smooches became something much deeper, and we couldn’t tear our lips away from one another. Then Joy made her move.

Now we were cuddled close together, and both of Joy’s hands were gently and slowly sliding up and down my fully erect and twitching cock. It wasn’t something as mindless or wanton as masturbation, no, it was much more intimate, much more focused. It was more akin to a cock massage than a handjob.

She would knead my thigh with one hand while she slid the heel of her palm up and along my shaft with the other, then rub said palm against the tip, then alternate hands. After that, she would run her fingers and palms up the full length from both sides, then give it a few slow but erotic pumps with both hands, then go back to sliding her fingers across it.

This had been going on for about an hour, and I was losing my mind but in a very good way. This was, without a doubt, the best feeling I’d ever experienced. There were several moments where I felt like I was nearing some sort of climax, but the slow pace meant I never quite reached the peak. I would just get carried away in wave after wave of maddening pleasure.

“How are you feeling, my love?” she asked, and just hearing Joy call me her lover so intimately while I was in a state like this sent a shockwave of ecstasy surging through my body.

I responded by moaning and my fingers, which had been grasping each of her thighs to either side of me, tensed and squeezed the soft, meaty flesh.

She chuckled, “I’m glad you’re enjoying my massage. I’ve trained long…” she suddenly stroked my length more intensely, making me squirm and wiggle in place, “… and hard…” then did so with her other hand before returning to her normal pace, “… to pleasure you and service you to the best of my ability.”

I moaned and panted, a dense pink cloud dominating my mind and all of my senses. Even her words were somehow distant despite being so close. The entirety of my being was dedicated to pleasure and maximizing every ounce of it.

“Do you have a request, or shall I continue to massage you for the rest of the evening?” Joy asked.

“Faster,” I requested in a crackling voice, then moaned as she obeyed me almost immediately.

“I can do that,” she said, her hands now moving like pistons up and down my length. “It is the duty of a Hallowed Lover to milk you of every bit of your divine seed at least once a day.”

Every day? I didn’t know if I would be able to handle that, but the idea turned me on to no end. I moaned as my imagination ran wild, visions of all the different ways Joy could “milk” me shot through my mind as quickly as her fists pumping my rigid cock. I could feel pleasure rush through my core and bubble up slowly through my loins. I wouldn’t last much longer.

“So go ahead, my love, ejaculate to your heart’s content. Let out everything.”

I didn’t need much more in the way of instruction. I moaned in a squeaky breathless way and the dam burst. Long, thick ropes burst from my tip and rocketed across the pool and into the water. They came one after another, and my cock was given no reprieve as Joy continued the same intense pace. She did slow down every now and again, but seemingly only did so to ensure I would keep going, as the feeling right before those moments were, if anything, too intense. She worked my ejaculating cock like a master, expertly forcing me to ride wave after wave of pleasure in this seemingly endless orgasm.

I had no idea the experience of a climax could last this long and be this intense. Even the feminine sex beneath my cock was orgasming, and Joy had not even touched it. I was a writhing, moaning, sweating, and panting mess at the mercy of a master, and my ejaculation lasted so long that I eventually lost track of time.

By the time the orgasm faded, and my senses slowly returned to me, I was exhausted, going completely limp against the soft skin of the archangel. My eyes were focused on the pool, the water directly in front of me had globs and ropes of white swimming in it.

Joy giggled and then moved her hands to my chest. She began gently squeezing and kneading my breasts in a manner that was quite relaxing. She giggled again and muttered, “I made a cute elf girl cum, score!” The way her personality had shifted from a seductive enchantress back to her goofy and energetic self so quickly made me smile.

We stayed like that for a few minutes until the haze drifted out of my mind, then I said, “That was nice.”

“Glad you liked it, Your Radiance. Better get used to it too, that’s how it’s gonna go every night from now on.”

My eyes went wide, “R-really?” Part of me had been convinced that she had only said that to get me even hornier in the moment.

“Yep, it’s the Harem Priestess’ divine privilege. Everything I said during the—ahem—massage was true.”

“Oh,” I said, blushing intensely. By now the evidence of my lengthy orgasm had vanished from the water, I imagined there was some kind of magic purifying it constantly. “Sounds wonderful,” I admitted and slumped down a little, letting the back of my head rest on Joy’s busom.

“This is your paradise, Ren,” Joy said, grasping my hand in hers.

And as we sat in the pleasantly warm pool of the bath, within a world of magic and wonder, I couldn’t help but agree.