Take them down!

Paizar grinned as the temple guards came rushing at him. It had been a while since he had the chance for swordplay. Since he was a boy he had studied the use of the blade, and the last few years had given him ample opportunity to make use of what he knew.

The guards were naked from the waist up, heavily muscled, their bodies coated with some sort of oil. Their faces were clean shaven and handsome, resembling statues to the gods he had seen as a child. No doubt they had a role to play in whatever orgy the priestesses had planned afterwards. From the way they geld their curved blades, they were also well-schooled in combat.

The first, screaming a war cry, came in fast, sweeping at his legs, and fell to the ground moments later, his head flying from his shoulders. Paizar spun around, ducking as another slash whipped above his head. His own sword slashed out, and two more men fell, blood splashing across the ground.

The remaining six circled around, clearly more wary than the others. Paizar raised his sword high, a wry grin crossing his face. They were already did. They just didn’t know it yet.

The guards rushed in as one, their shouts echoing off the walls of the sanctum. Swords clashed, men screamed, blood flowed. A few moments later the last guard fell to the ground, already dead. Paizar stood, wiping his sword clean on one of the bodies.

The priestesses of Aroi watched, mouths open, as the Prince walked up, his boot heels slamming onto the marble floor. The High Priestess sat on the golden phallus, head turned over her shoulders. Paizar grinned, keenly aware that the blood staining his arms and tunic made him appear hideous. “Hello Adeera,” he said. “It’s been a long time.”

Adeera, High Priestess of Aroi, gripped the poles and slowly stood, the golden cock sliding out of her pussy, her juices still shining wet upon it, she turned ald walked towards Paizar. Though shocked at the blood now staining the floor, she was unafraid, her green eyes arrogant as she looked at the approaching Paizar. “You are taller than the last time I saw you,” she finally said in her musical voice.

Paizar remembered her well. A memory came back suddenly, of his uncle, reclining on a divan, Adeera beside him. She had been just a young priestess then, but her beauty was already legendary. His uncle had courted her assiduously, desiring such a lovely woman at his side. He had been generous, to her and all others who asked for his help. The poor of the city had sung his praises.....

Another memory came, of Sabellas guards flooding into his uncles house, Adeera drugging him and leaving him helpless, Adeera betraying his family, showing no remorse as his uncle was burned alive, Adeera becoming High Priestess. The Temple of Aroi had backed Sabellas coup, and had reaped the benefits that came from it. Adeera had been one of her strongest supporters, and even now, it seemed, she showed no guilt over her actions.

Adeera smiled, her hips swaying as she walked. Despite his anger, Paizar felt desire rising in him. Fighting down the feeling, he clenched his tattooed fist. “I won’t bother asking why you did what you did,” he said. “Nor will I ask how you could do it, how you could feel no shred of remorse. I will tell you thank a new order has come. Sabella will pay, as will all who supported her. From what I hear she hasn’t been the most gentle of rulers. And the mob does love having a target to slake it’s anger on.”

Adeera laughed, the other priestesses following suit. “You little fool,” she said. “You think to threaten Aroi’s priestess in her own temple?” Suddenly her hand snapped out towards him. “Aroi protects her own!”

Paizar staggered, pain gripping his chest. It felt as though his heart was about to burst, than some invisible hand was squeezing it. Gritting his teeth, his vision tuning red, he thrust out his hand, palm out, fingers spread. The symbol of Arekalin tattooed on the skin began to glow, then blazed with a light of its own, filling the chamber with its brilliance. The pain vanished, and instead Adeera staggered and fell to her knees.

Paizart turnes around, showing his palm to all the other priestesses, with the same affect. Cries of shock and despair filled the sanctum as the fell, knocked down by the light it seemed. The last collapsed, unable to withstand the power of his god.

He lowered his hand, shaking his head. “She can’t always protect you,” he said.

“I...I thought....a myth...a legend!” Adeera gasped from where she lay, pushing herself up.

Paizar laughed, energy filling him it seemed. The truth was plain to see on the murals in the entrance hall. Arekalin had rescued Aroi, that much was known, and she had given him the gift of her love. But what few knew, outside of Arekalins cult, was that in rescuing her, and then mating with the goddess, Arekalin had gained power over the goddess. And that power was given to those devoted to him, like Paizar. It was why he had walked into the temple alone, for he knew that none of the priestesses powers could affect him. Power to dominate, to control, to kill. And if that wasn’t enough, there was one additional side effect. When the power of Arekalin was displayed before the devotee’s of Aroi, it incited in the latter a powerful lust. For when Aroi had surrendered to her passion for the warrior who saved her, she surrendered her power over his desire, and instead gave him control over hers. The mere presence of Arekalin, it was said, would send the goddess in a lustful frenzy.

That was why followers of Arekalin were forbidden from entering the temples of Aroi, and why even now the faces of the priestesses were becoming flushed with desire, why their bodies were filling with heat, twisting with need. Their hips were squirming as their juices began to flow. Their breasts heaved as they stared at the strapping young man who had defeated them so easily, who brought only shame and ruin to their temple. They stared at him, and lusted for him, desired his hard manhood to thrust into them without mercy, wanted to suck upon his strong shaft until they tasted the salt of his seed, wanted to lay beneath him, to be dominated, used, plundered, made to cum and cum again until they fell into blissful darkness, until every scrap of lust was drained from their bodies....

Paizard walked towards Adeera, his sword clattering to the floor. He unhooked the straps of his breastplate and let that fall, flung aside the padded undertunic and finally his silken shirt, displaying his lean, muscled torso. His cock was already hard, and he smiled with the grim knowledge that he had absolute control over every woman in this room.

Adeera looked up, her hand drifting down to her shaved mount. She was breathing deeply., her eyes half closed. He could see her large breasts heave. “Please...please....” she whispered, losing control of herself. She knew she shouldn’t, that it would be the ultimate surrender, the greatest humiliation, and yet her desire was overpowering. She called silently to the Goddess, but sensed Aroi’s own helplessness before this young god who had absolute power over her.

He grabbed Adeera and dragged her over to the poles by the golden phallus. Taking his shirt her bound her hands to it. “Wha...” she asked. “Why....”

“Why should I give you any relief?” he said with a nasty grin. Turning around he surveyed the priestesses, their moans of lust filling the sanctum. Several were already crawling towards him. He quickly made his choice, grabbing a slim blond woman with a dancers build, her breasts apple-sized and round. Gripping her hair, her blue eyes staring up at him, he undead his breeches, kicking away his boots and stepping out of his remaining clothes, standing naked before the priestesses, his cock standing hard and stiff, nine inches long and very thick. “Pleasure me,” he growled, pulling her face towards him. Her mouth opened and she sucked him in, her tongue lolling around the head of his cock as she began to suck....