The priestess outbids the competition

The four women spent several minutes doing their damnedest to scare of the competition, until it became clear that Palben would be the highest-priced part of the auction.

Towards the end, he was half expecting them to raise the bids with one gold coin each, as the sums of money called out by the women began to reach almost obscene proportions.

“920!” The priestess finally cried out, a sum which raised the bid by nearly 40 coins, and one that caused a baffled soar to run through the gathered customers.
Abarrane gave them a winning smile as she waited for the seconds to go past, eventually letting out a joyous “Sold, to the lady in the flimsy dress!”

Palben scanned the other three women to see their reaction; Telila was showing little at all, the black noblewoman was taking it all with much more show of emotion, actually cursing at her defeat, and the woman in the back had already slipped away.

As he was now sold, Palben was lead off the stage and given his few possessions by Abarrane, his former mistress telling him with a firm voice that he was not to dress before the priestess told him to do so.

Thus, Palben remained naked as he was led out to the back of the auction house, where the priestess’ carriage was awaiting him.

In front of the enclosed wagon stood the priestess, who gave her latest purchase a vivid smile as he appeared before her, and two warriors of the cult.

These two, one of them a caramel-skinned brunette and the other a deeply tanned blonde, where both of them rivalling the priestess when it came both to beauty and bust-size, and they also looked a lot more muscular than she, even if they weren’t so in a way that diminished their femininity. The two warriors were dressed in the same way; with tiny pieces of white leather covering their bosoms and crotches, and with leather boots of the same shade covering their legs all the way up over their thighs.

In fact, if it weren’t for the large swords across their backs, Palben had thought them to be exotic dancers rather than supposedly holy warriors.

“Ah, there you are!” The priestess called out, her voice being very melodic and soft.
The priestess turned to Abarrane, “I trust that one of my associates has already handed you the gold, yes?”
“They have, your holiness.” Abaranne replied, doing her best to appear respectful.
“Good, then our business are concluded.” With that, the priestess turned once again to face Palben. “And as for you, my dear boy, you belong to the cult of Imara from now on, and will do whatever her servants tell you to do, do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress.” Palben responded.
“Excellent! I am Mirande, and these are my guardians; Eldora” Mirande pointed at the darker of the two, “and Odelia,” the blonde nodded in acknowledge of her priestess.

With that, Mirande motioned for Palben to step into the carriage, following close behind him inside it.

Soon, Palben found himself seated in-between the pair of warriors, with Mirande sitting opposite of him.

As the wagon began to move, Palben realized that all three of the women were eyeing his large cock hungrily.