Schism

Faye, Kyla and Lea exited the room and made their way down the hallway of the inn’s top floor. They could hear Tamara’s shrieks as they increased in severity from behind the closed door, evidence of what was obviously a very intense fuck-session proceeding inside.

The two blonde priestesses shepherded the innkeeper’s daughter down the corridor, their hands wrapped around her slender waist as they escorted the stunned teen away. Lea had on only the ankle-length high-heeled leather boots that she had been wearing upon entering the room, and her skirt and boob-top were left on the floor in the room with the two high-priestesses and warriors. Despite that, she seemed comfortable enough in the company of the pair of boobed, blonde acolytes, and the naked trio made their way confidently enough down the corridor, Kyla and Faye each leaning over and liking Dareios’ cum from the brunette teenager’s face as they did so.

‘Two flavours,’ remarked Kyla huskily, ‘and both my favourite. Stud sperm all over a little slut!’

‘Mmm,’ assented Faye, lashing her searching pink tongue all over Lea’s cumdrenched lips, ‘this hot little honey got quite the tip!’

Lea, who was leaving a trail of droplets of cum behind her as they progressed down the hallway could only mumble vaguely… ‘that man’s big dick… he put it in my ass…’

‘Like that, did you?’ said Kyla with a wicked smile, ‘ever had it in the ass before?’

‘Never,’ said Lea, ‘I want it again, now!’

The three big-titted sluts paused in the corridor, as Kyla took the opportunity to squeeze her index finger into the tanned teen’s puckered asshole as they stood. As Lea moaned at the intrusion, Faye slurped a rope of cum that hung from her chin into her own mouth, swirled it around, and compressed it into a slimy ball of sticky liquid in her mouth. Lea’s eyes were shut, rolling to the top of their sockets in pleasure, and she didn’t see Kyla raise her eyebrows at her blonde compatriot and open her luscious lips wide as a signal. Accepting the invitation, Faye spat the gluey wad of cum into her friend’s mouth.

As Lea opened her eyes, Faye too put her finger into her rectum, so both priestesses were walking down the corridor with a digit in the innkeeper’s daughter’s asshole.

‘We need more dick,’ Faye said, ‘who has the biggest around here?’

‘I don’t know,’ said Lea, barely able to speak at her delight from the unexpected double intrusion. ‘The staff all want to fuck me but Daddy would kill them if he found out, so no one’s dared try it on with me so far.’

‘Humph,’ said Kyla, as the three naked sluts began to descend the stairway ‘that’s got to change. Faye will look after your dad while the two of us go the wagon for help.’

‘What’s in the wagon?’

‘Size,’ said Kyla.

Back in the room, the cumstorm was over, and Tamara was on her haunches, half plastered to the wall behind her with semen. Both big-dicked studs were standing over her, sweat glinting from their huge muscled bodies as cum dripped from their meaty, dangling dicks. Galiana had her hands wrapped round each of the lengthy trunks and was waiting expectantly for Tamara to speak, which the head priestess eventually did, but not before spitting a huge wad of cum into the air in front of her and onto the floorboards.

‘What we had back at the temple was the beginnings of a religious schism,’ she said, ‘it wasn’t the biggest of Girvyn’s shrines, only some forty acolytes, but it seemed that was enough for some alternative teaching to take hold.’

‘What happened?’ prompted Galiana.

‘I had a young protégée that I was very proud of and secretly training for my job. Her name is Lorel. Quite a simple mountain girl when she arrived at the temple three years ago but quite the most amazing tits I’ve ever seen. Clearly destined for great things and amazingly, incredibly beautiful. I saw potential in her and started to train her in advanced techniques. Her gift is immense. Last year she fucked a minotaur into submission that had ravaged several villages in the north. Well, after a while she began to show interest after this in aphrodisiacs, growth potions and the like. I threw the alchemy section of the library over to her and she began to experiment, even to make improvements on our sect’s most radical tinctures. But she needed men to test them on. I forbade her.’

‘Why?’ said Dareios.

‘I can answer for her,’ said Galiana, ‘men aren’t allowed in or anywhere near the temples of Girvyn. If men thought they could just come to the temple and get their rocks off we’d be inundated, so all sexual congress and activity is undertaken on the road by our order.’

‘It’s expressedly forbidden,’ agreed Tamara, ‘but a growing number of acolytes started to agree with her that men should be allowed into the temple. I resisted, but support had gathered very rapidly. Too late I learned that Lorel had already smuggled three men into the basement and was keeping them there, feeding them a diet of enhancement potions and fucking their brains out.’

‘Sounds terrible,’ joked Damon.

‘Perhaps it could have been as you say,’ said Tamara in as severe tones as she could manage with a faceful of cum, ‘but when the men were discovered a fight broke out between the two factions, those loyal to me and those now loyal to Lorel. Some candles got knocked over, a fire started accidentally and the place burned down within the night. The half of the sisterhood still loyal to me made it to the outskirts of this town, when you came along.’

‘And Lorel?’

‘Escaped into the mountains with her followers, the men, and whatever’s left of our supply of potions.’

‘They’re very holy artefacts,’ Galiana said, ‘I should say you want them back.’

‘Not only that,’ said Tamara, ‘I need to meet with Lorel to talk this over, and see if this factioneering within the sect can be patched up.’

Downstairs, at the bar, a naked Faye approached the bearded man at the bar.

‘Hi,’ she said sexily, ‘my friends and I were wondering if we could have a drink in our room…?

‘Certainly,’ said Lea’s father, his eyes bursting out of his sockets as he saw her physique, ‘what would you like to have?’

‘A bottle of wine?’ said Faye.

‘Of course,’ said the bearded man, selecting a bottle from the rack and presenting it the priestess.

In a second, Faye had hoisted herself onto the bar and presented her succulent derriere to the astounded innkeeper, ‘how about putting it in my ass for now? I’ll carry it upstairs like that.’

Unable to resist such an accommodation, and barely able to believe his luck, the innkeeper began to move the blunt end of the wine bottle towards its intended target, not noticing, in his rapt enthusiasm for the job in hand, his naked daughter scuttling around his back with Kyla and out the doorway into the stables.