Your help, with a final task

"Bring Edlynn," The High Priestess smiles cruelly at the panicked woman swaying in the chains before you, "and whichever of these pretty little virgins that makes your cock throb, or two or three if you're feeling randy." You're gaze shifts to the three trembling acolytes before you. All three of the naked young novices offer the promise of some very pleasurable delights. "Come with me, my Lord. The ritual that will bestows the power that you seek will be strongest in the heart of this Temple." Sensing your hesitation she offers yet another incentive. "Don't you want to see the treasure vaults of the fallen Temple?"

You are not convinced you can trust either the seductive priestess at your side or the throbbing dildo in your fist, but the offer of unlimited power and the opportunity to see the fabled riches of the Temple are more than you can resist.

"Bring all three," you direct the three women holding the virgin acolytes, "I'll get this sweet piece of ass." You slap the hanging woman's firm ass with a sharp smack that echoes through the chamber amidst the sounds of fucking and pleading that fill the once sedate halls of Athena's sanctuary.

"Please, Captain." The woman begs as you lower her down and wrap the chain that binds her wrists around your arm. "She's an abomination, you cannot trust her." You do wonder that the Gods could create a being with characteristics of both man and woman and even more so let her rise to the power that this High Priestess seems to have, but if this abomination willing to open the treasure vaults below, who are you to argue with her insanity. Some of your men look up in surprise when they see you and a flock of women leaving the party, but you wave off their concerns and send them back to the business of teaching the chaste servants of Athena how to best serve men instead of their goddess. You hope this won't take long because the sight of the fat-titted Acolyte writhing on Grettionius' massive cock has you eager to stretch open all three of your pretty young prizes. As Adriana had predicted, her shrieks of pain have turned into something much more nuanced as the young acolyte experiences the pleasure of a man's cock for the first time.

The High Priestess leads you down a set of stairs to the storage rooms below away from the sounds of flesh slapping flesh to the dark silence of the Temple's roots. Your group follows, holding several small hand lamps to light the darkness of these lower halls. The amount of food packed away in the rooms tucked into the Temple's foundation alone will make you fabulously wealthy, but when you come to a giant circular door sealed with a bar as thick as your calf you grin in anticipation.

"These glyphs must be ordered in a Holy Blessing," the dark-haired priestess explains as she turns giant spinning wheels the size of her head until a series of odd looking glyphs align to her satisfaction. At your side the slender priestess has ceased her struggling, but her blue eyes implore you to listen to her and not the man-woman working the seals of the treasure vault.

"**** me if you must, Captain." She whispers softly, "**** us all if that's what your heart desires, but do not do this thing that Althea is asking of you." The High Priestess might not hear Edlynn's pleas, but the carved shaft of ebony in your hand seems to sense your resolve weakening.

Ignore the haughty bitch. The voice in your mind is as clear as day, Althea has the power to grant you everything your heart desires, all you have to do is let her guide you for this one task. Before you can decide whether any price is too high for what you are being offered, the doors the vault before you open with a resonant 'thunck' and the High Priestess gestures to the large handle in the center of the door.

"Turn the top to the right, Captain and then you'll need help opening the door." She is right about the difficulty of getting the massive portal moving, it must weigh as much as twenty men. But with Adriana and Nicia's help the massive door pivots open smoothly on its hinges in spite of its mass.

As the door cracks open a draft of cold dank air flows across your feet the smell is foul, like a garbage heap and although someone has burnt incense the attempt to mask the aroma falls far short .