Blessing a Real Sword

"Yuri!" Agnes greeted her when she arrived at the temple. The Priestess of Lunarra was as nude as the first time they met, but she had switched the rubies on her ears for sapphires, and her fingernails were polished a deep blue. On her feet, she wore ivory heels that showed off her iridescent pearl toenails. Yuri watched as her arms traced the flawless, tanned skin of her smooth tummy, crossing each other and coming to rest under her equally flawless, equally tanned bosom. Her palms pressed her breasts upward and inward, lifting them like an invitation. "Come to offer your prayers to the goddess?"

Yuri leaned forward, bringing her open mouth almost close enough to lick Agnes's left nipple, before she remembered why she was there. "N-no," she said, straightening up. She unstrapped the longsword at her waist and held it up between herself and Agnes's incredible body. "I need this blessed."

"Are you sure, beautiful?" Agnes ducked a hand beneath Yuri's blade and brushed her fingertips against the tip of her erect penis, which was sticking straight up and out of her tight shorts. Yuri gulped, calming herself with a deep breath, and then nodded, her eyes determined. "Very well, then. Tell me, why do you need a blessed sword? Planning on fighting some demons, are you?"

"Uh, I'm not sure," Yuri shrugged, gently thrusting her hips against Agnes's hand on her cockhead. Agnes switched her grip in response and began to stroke while Yuri went on. "Unh, Donna, Diamante's handmaid. She told me I needed to bless my cock. Fuck, I mean my sword. She said something about Eidolons?"

"Ah, the undead then." Agnes nodded, giving a small giggle at Yuri's slip up. She then let her raised breasts drop, bringing her second hand to Yuri's cock. She came closer, pressing her tits underneath Yuri's smaller pair. "The Donna's handmaid, you say? Alright. I've met her before. The Duce allows his wife to worship with me once a month, and her handmaid is always watching. Watching, but never joining in, despite my best efforts. I've always thought there was something more to that girl than her role as a maidservant. Come, Yuri, let's get you that blessing."

For the second time, Yuri was pulled cockfirst into Agnes's waiting room. The room was mostly the same as it had been when she left it last time, although the puddle of her cum had been cleaned up, and there was a new carpet under the chair.

"Wait here," Agnes said, letting go of Yuri's cock. She went through the door behind the chair, leading further into her quarters. A few moments later, she returned with a large, wedge shaped pillow. She tossed it onto the chair and then sat, her shoulder blades against the back of the chair, and her plump bottom balanced on the edge of the seat. The wedge pillow helped to support her in the awkward position, and she used her arms on each armrest to further steady herself. "Rest the tip of your sword in my vagina." Yuri gave her a confused look. Agnes went on, "I know what I'm doing. Just be careful."

Yuri knelt and did as she was instructed. When the swordpoint touched Agnes's flesh, the priestess closed her eyes and the usual pink glow appeared, wrapping around the blade. The pink light flowed down over the sword, eventually wrapping around the pommel that rested on the carpet and locking the weapon in place.

"Good." Agnes breathed a little heavier. She looked down at the sword. "Isn't this a soldier's sword?"

"Yeah," Yuri answered. "It's not the best, but it's better than nothing."

"The higher-ups are underestimating you. They could've at least given you a masterwork." Agnes considered for a moment, biting her lips. "No matter. This won't be a permanent blessing anyways. When did the Donna's handmaid say the Eidolons were coming?"

"Two weeks."

"Perfect. Let's get started then. Eat me out."

Yuri looked at Agnes, confused. She wasn't against pleasuring a pretty woman, but she struggled to believe that cunnilingus could really be part of a ritual meant to prepare a weapon for war.

"Come on," Agnes said, using a hand to pull Yuri toward her crotch. "Make me come, as many times as you can. The more I orgasm, the more effective the blessing will be, and it'll last longer too. I'll be connecting myself to the goddess while you pleasure me. That means you have a time limit, maybe thirty minutes at most, since I can't maintain the connection forever. Ready? Ah, yes!"

Yuri dove in as soon as Agnes finished her explanation. As much pleasure as she could give out in thirty minutes; it sounded like an interesting challenge. She buried her face in Agnes's mound, her tongue tasting her folds and her nose rubbing her clit. Her eyes looked up, above Agnes's small, neatly trimmed patch of red pubic hair, between the valley of her heaving breasts, and up to her gorgeous face. Agnes's eyes were already rolling up, taking on an otherworldly, pink glow. The priestess lifted a leg and placed her heel on the chair, pressing a hand against the back of Yuri's head. "Harder," Agnes said, her voice echoing in the small chamber.

The sword held at the base of Agnes's pussy made things a little awkward, but the pink glow wrapping around it dulled its edge, preventing it from nicking Yuri whenever she accidentally bumped against it. Yuri licked each and every part of Agnes's pink pussy, searching for wherever Agnes reacted most. Agnes did not hold back her moans, and the small room was filled with echoing sounds of slurping, squelching and sexual cries.

In only a few minutes, Agnes reached her first orgasm. A torrent of sexual fluid erupted from her urethra, splattering against Yuri's chin and dripping onto the sword. Yuri continued licking and sucking on Agnes's clitoris, letting her ride out the orgasm, until Agnes gripped her braids and pulled her away. The priestess gasped, her whole body shaking and convulsing slightly.

Yuri looked down, noticing that the liquid that Agnes had sprayed was a light, gently glowing pink as well. It dripped down both of their bodies, collecting on the sword and flowing along the blade to coat it fully. The pink aura around the sword brightened. Curious, Yuri lowered her tongue and tasted a drop of pink liquid that still clung to Agnes's labia. It was overwhelmingly sweet. A moment later, Yuri's heart began to beat faster and her hard cock ached for release.

The pair locked eyes with one another. A pink haze was settling over Yuri's vision. "Come," Agnes said, and Yuri rose, easily sliding her cock into her partner's moist depths. Yuri shivered, her balls coming into contact with the cold steel of the sword beneath Agnes's entrance. They kissed, and then Yuri started thrusting, fucking Agnes with wild abandon. Agnes couldn't easily move her hips without displacing the sword. Magic held the blade in place while Yuri slammed against her, but too much movement would surely break the connection.

Instead, Agnes moved her hands, letting them glide over Yuri's sweaty body. She pulled Yuri's breasts up, sucking one of her nipples while gently squeezing and massaging her other breast. She let her free right hand drop down to her clit, pleasuring herself and gathering up some of the lubrication there, a mix of her own fluids and Yuri's saliva. Then, she brought her hand around, slipping between Yuri's soft asscheeks and circling a finger around her anus.

"Gods, yes," Yuri gasped, still thrusting. The pleasure of sliding against Agnes's innermost folds, and her middle finger pressing against her sensitive rearhole was almost enough to drive Yuri over the edge. Agnes pushed her finger inside to the first knuckle, and Yuri immediately came. In the same day, Yuri experienced yet another intense orgasm, this time fuelled by a divine aphrodisiac, and far surpassing any mortal pleasure she had felt before. Semen sprayed into Agnes's insides, quickly filling her up and overflowing onto the sword. Again, the liquid that Yuri released was tinged pink, and the blade collected it, condensing it, and brightening its aura further. Feeling Yuri shake against her and throb inside her brought Agnes to her second height as well, and another blast of sexual fluid was released over Yuri's cock. It dripped down to the sword, whitening the aura it was giving off, from dark pink to light, almost pure white light.

The two women embraced each other, panting, staring into each other's glowing, pink eyes. Agnes pressed a finger to Yuri's open lips. "This is a gift from Lunarra. This is how we worship the Moon Mother, the Beauteous Queen of Sexuality Under the Stars, the Most Alluring." She slid her finger from Yuri's lips, holding her hand beneath her chin.

"Then, thank Lunarra." Yuri smiled, and Agnes did too.

"Yes, thank Lunarra," Agnes agreed. "Think you can go once more?" She slid the finger still lodged in Yuri's rectum a little deeper, pressing against her prostate.

In lieu of a verbal answer, Yuri sealed Agnes's lips with a deep kiss, and started her thrusting again. She moved slower now, calmer. Agnes slipped a second finger into her hole, stretching her open, but even then Yuri didn't raise the pace of their lovemaking. She let her lips roam over Agnes's cheeks, ears, neck, shoulders and breasts. She wanted Agnes, virginity be damned. She wanted to make the priestess of a sex goddess into her lover.

Connecting to the divine was tiring for both Agnes and Yuri. Before they collapsed from exhaustion, Yuri slid her fingers against Agnes's clit, and Agnes pressed her own finger more aggressively against Yuri's prostate. They came together, one last time, bathing the sword beneath them in their pink fluids. The sword flashed, lighting up the room, and then slipped from Agnes's magical hold and dropped to the floor.

Yuri picked it up, examining it. The white light it gave off was so intense that she couldn't see the steel blade anymore. She felt its edge, pricking her finger against its hot sharpness. She also felt its energy. Some **** flowed into her as she held the sword, rejuvenating her body. Gradually, her exhaustion faded away, and Yuri stood.

"Does it feel good?" Agnes asked.

"It's incredible," Yuri answered, offering to let the priestess hold the sword.

"No, sacred oath," Agnes muttered tiredly. "Never hold a weapon. The goddess is a pacifist. You had better use that blessing for good, or I'll get in trouble."

"Sure, I promise."

"Cleansing undead should be fine." Agnes yawned. "Thank you, Yuri. I think the goddess was very pleased with our worship today. I've never seen her manifest in my partner, too. Before you leave, can you bring me the bell underneath the goddess statue? I don't think I'll be much good for services for a little while. Come back next week and I should be recovered enough to do this again."

"Agnes," Yuri said, a little hesitant. "What services do you offer the citizens of Kendar?"

"Hm?" Agnes looked up at Yuri's face, seeing her serious expression. "Oh, Yuri, please. Yes, I have sex with anyone willing to pay a large enough donation to the temple. Contraceptives, too, but most of what I do is sex. Everyone needs sex. Please don't be jealous Yuri."

"I love you."

Agnes frowned. "I like you too, Yuri, but I've made my oaths. You have to understand, I'm doing the goddess's work here."

Yuri looked away, thinking. She wanted Agnes, exclusively. But not against her will. "Fine," she said. "I'll see you next week."

"Yuri?"

"And the week after that. As many times as it takes until you fall in love with me." Yuri brought her gaze back to Agnes. Her words were resolute.

Agnes sighed. "Even if I were to fall in love with you, which is certainly a possibility, you beautiful, faithful, passionate, absolute sex-beast; I wouldn't want to give up being a priestess. I would not- I will never- stop having sex with other people."

Yuri bit her lower lip, again thinking of a response. A way out. She couldn't find one. She had the power to **** Agnes to follow her wishes, but she needed her to be happy too.

Agnes stood, tired as she was, and fell against Yuri, wrapping her in a tight hug. "Let this be enough, Yuri. This is Lunarra's way. I believe in Her, and I would never betray Her."

Yuri returned the embrace. She considered Agnes's feelings for a few minutes before speaking, "So what you're saying is, if I can convince Lunarra-"

Agnes laughed, her bright, joyful voice filling the waiting room.

"I just need to convince Lunarra that you should only have sex with me. She's the one who decides that, if you're her priestess, right?"

"Yes, Yuri, convince a goddess. Easy as pie. Gods, you're an idiot, you know that?"

Yuri nodded, "Yeah, I know." Her lovers often called her an idiot, but they loved her regardless, so she didn't mind it. Maybe they wouldn't love her as much if she weren't an idiot. "I love you, Agnes. One day, I'll make you mine."

"Alright, lovergirl," Agnes said, holding a hand to Yuri's cheek. "Seeing as you're so devoted to me already, I don't suppose you'd mind helping me clean up? The mess isn't as bad as last time, but I'm afraid my legs feel like jelly."

"Anything for you, Agnes," Yuri replied, giving the priestess another kiss. The sword had absorbed most of their fluids, leaving the chair and carpet relatively clean. Yuri grabbed Agnes's bell, signalling an early close to her services for the day, and then they retired together to her private bath. They cleaned each other, Yuri thoroughly washing and groping Agnes's body. Although Agnes was exhausted, she could still giggle softly at Yuri's obsessive attention.

When it was time to go, Yuri had already built up to another raging erection. Agnes smacked her ass on the way out. "Show your ladies a good time tonight, okay, lovergirl? For me, and the goddess."

Yuri looked back at Agnes once more, and they shared another laugh. "Anything for you, my love!"