To the temple

As I left the stall, I felt their admiration following my steps. I graced their imagination with the sway of my hips, adding femininity and charm.

My steps took me to the temple of Myra, I enter without hesitation. It is a House of Arts; singers, painters, sculptors and writers were all around practicing their chosen craft, in an apparent disorganized fray. Clergy and lay faithful mingle here without differentiation, all in their eternal pursuit of beauty.

"Excuse me... I am looking for the high priestess Kathya?" I ask one of the acolytes I recognize. She tells me she is acting as a muse for a visitor, but gave instructions for me to join her if I arrived. Startled, I nod and proceed.

I leave the common parts of the temple, and head towards the private sanctums where, on occasion, the pious give such service. I can hear the faint sound of coitous before I enter her room. I make a small prayer to Myra.

High priestess Kathya was pure perfection. Her elven heritage gave her eternal youth, her human parents tempered with carnal sensuality. She was engaged in lovemaking with an uninteresting male, her generous breasts bouncing in front of me as her partner pounced her again and again. The entranced couple didn't notice me, and I didn't need to wait longer for them to finish. His gutural lustcries were reaching a crescendo, and came into its unavoidable conclusion.

The high priestess eyes meet mine, and for once I could see the lust I longed to find there. Her enticing invitation was irresistible, and i soon found her arms around my neck, and her lips around mine. I hear her partner collapse, and she forces me down on my knees, to replace his cock with my tongue.

I can still smell him in her, the charmingly trimmed pubic hair reeks with his manly stench. My tongue runs down her labia, and her moan crushes my inhibitions. I dare taste inside her, and find the sweet cocktail rich and flavorful. "Suck... suck him out of me, drink it fully, my beloved warrior" I hear her coaxing me, and obey.

Her hands don't give me any leeway, my licking grows **** as I struggle for breath, which only drives her wilder. I feel her stern guidance, pulling my hair as she sees fit, the pleasure of surrendering almost as sweet as parading to my audience earlier today. But the high priestess has been long engaged in lover´s struggle, and it doesn't take long for her to reach the big O, soaking my face with her juices.

I hold her tenderly, careful not to harm her body with my armor. The man´s cock came back to live, but I just sneer when he offers it to me. Pig. Instead, he begins to whack it in our direction, and I decide to ignore him.

"This is Zack, ranger of Hula." Kathya whispers, still in lover´s paradise "He is on a dangerous quest, and needs a protector. This is to be you, Tara, my champion" Words from a priestess in such a state are often prophetic, I didn't question their truth. Her hand caress my cheek, and when she opens her eyes again, they are golden "But foremost, know that you tasted a powerful elixir, and the key to your success. Beauty lies in staying true to oneself, but heed these words carefully."