A priest who can't be bribed

“Excuse me?” It was an elderly man past 40, obviously an islander, dressed in similar clothes as the guards but with the armour replaced with textile and fur. In Tharros his clothes would have been quite expensive, fine craftsmanship met precious materials and everything culminated in an outfit worthy of a high priest, which was exactly what the man was. Zipactonal was one of the seven high priests of the island and the one chosen to accompany the princess on her journey, to watch over her soul and report back what he learned about the outside world.

Both Fiametta and Nzinga remembered him from the princess' farewell party as well other occasions but since then he had refused to fuck them, not that high priests fucked random sluts in the streets anyway. Instead he prepared himself for a city far removed from his faith and possibly hostile to him. He did not dislike the crew of the Strix, in fact they had proven to be extremely fond of the islander’s culture but they were also much more aggressive and militaristic then their new exotic friends and they had the weapons to prove it.

None of these thoughts were even remotely close to what went through Fiametta’s and Nzinga’s minds. They had only eyes for one thing because they could see that his loincloth, despite all the weight of that embroidered gold, pearls, jade and obsidian – was… rising…

Not much by much, the arc was still steep but there was no way to deny that the bulging piece of clothing tried to hide a giant cum snake, which judging by its outline had no equal on board. All three women on their knees on the floor leant forwards slightly and let out an involuntary moan - a sound of utter lust and desire. All of them had flashbacks to certain ceremonies the high priests held, involving a receptacle large enough for a few people and lots of precious white fluids. None of them noticed the man’s sweet-natured smile or heard him sigh as a shepherd would when he finally found that his presumably lost lambs had simply never found their way out of the safe barn.

Naturally Zipactonal knew what his body was doing and what effect it would have on the women. There was little doubt that that was why the princess had sent him out there to greet them. She loved those little games. He had been one of the princesses’ mentors, one of the priest’s duties was to educate his flock and this included language, history, mathematics as well as dozens of other topics but also sex…

Like all islanders the princess had spent her 18th birthday in good company and while the men were brought to the palace, the women came to the temple. Irrespective of that each islander got a taste of their queen and the royal family at his or her initiation into the world of adulthood. This was considered such a sacred act, that the mere fact that the princess was also her daughter, didn’t keep the Sun Queen from performing her duties. That night the princess got her first tongue kiss from her mother, right before the older woman got a taste of her offspring and showed her what else could be done with that tongue. In the following hours the Sun Queen took her primary virginity in the old way, by using a centuries old golden dildo, adorned with jewels to enhance the pleasure of the woman using it.

This was followed by the Sun Queen offering her royal cunt to the birthday girl, while the princesses’ aunts and sisters gave pleasure to the freshly confirmed adult. A proud moment for the entire community came, when the princess succeeded in making the queen squirt. That was considered a good omen.

Almost at the end of her ceremony it had been time to take her third, final and most important flower and the princess had chosen Zipactonal to be the first man to make love to her ass. He remembered how proud her mother had been. The high priest wasn’t the largest man on the island, but he was pretty close. Naturally the queen helped her daughter again, in her early anal only days, she had been a supreme butt slut and she knew how to prepare a tight ass for a good fucking. By the time she deemed her daughter ready, the princess was begging for release and a big cock up her ass. It had been no surprise that with such a great preparation, the princess had been able to take him balls deep up her juicy butt.

Afterwards again the queen was first to have her tongue up that now filled ass, giving her daughter another couple of orgasms, while she slurped the fresh milk out of that quivering bowl. Again she wasn’t the last and many other sluts paid their respects and almost as many cocks visited that hole later on.

Since then him being just a mentor had changed to him being a friend and a common partner in ceremonies and bed alike. Meanwhile though the three women had crept closer but at least they now could look him in the eyes. This was because he'd positioned himself so that his loincloth not only covered his massive cock, but also kept his large orbs from being seen protruding from between his legs.

It was Fiametta who spoke the very and unnecessary formal greeting. “We greet you high priest, herald of life, donor of fluid gold, bringer of pleasures and husband of all people.” As the formal greeting required, she knelt before him, slipping her right hand under the loincloth and used her index finger and thump to grab him just below the cockhead, although the tips didn’t touch. After she had finished her sentence, Fiametta kissed his loincloth before she ran her fingers up to his balls and gave them a short and gentle squeeze.

Denying a request for a formal greeting was not unheard off but it was usually reserved for people you dislike, so Zipactonal accepted it, though it wasn’t really necessary among such a tight-knit group. That didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy watching that sexy redhead staring into his eyes, while she licked her hand thoroughly while her dark friend kissed her back.

Coszcatl was next and he inhaled sharply as her tongue dared to slip under the tip of the loincloth, touching the tip of his foreskin for a split second. Normally it would have been a grave breach of protocol but here on this ship and in this situation it was just a promise of future things to come. The princess had made sure that all her people mated frequently with each other and the crew.

Finally Nzinga got her turn and high priest or not, Zipactonal had to use all his will power to stay where he was and not to challenge her ass again. He held the record for lasting the longest inside it of all the men on board, but it was a time that he nevertheless wanted very much to improve. She let her fingers run the length of his twice before she kissed him pretty far down his loincloth and then licked all the way to the top while she fondled his balls. In the end he was almost fully erect and quite lucky that the wide fabric still covered him.

“The princess,” he finally continued, a bit breathless,” asks, if you would like to say good night to her, or if she can go to sleep now.” Finishing that he grabbed Coszcatl behind her head and led her nose to the point where his balls and shaft met. He wouldn’t fuck her, not tonight, she knew that but that didn’t mean she couldn’t smell him and enjoy the effect his musky scent had on her, which she did, moaning happily, as she rubbed her nose across his balls and lower pole.

Nzinga and Fiametta giggled as they got up, knowing from personal experience that Coszcatl wouldn’t guard much in a few minutes, and made their way to the door. Their last view of the corridor included Mazatl kneeling behind a Coszcatl, who was on all fours, lifting her loincloth and aiming his still rock hard cock at one of her holes, while she could be heard slurping at the high priest’s giant balls. They heard Zipactonal pray, while an almost steady stream of pre-cum flowed from his cock onto Coszcatl’s back, yet they weren’t afraid that it would go to waste because there were always some crewmembers waiting in the shadows for their chance and the girls would love to clean the guard's olive skin.