With A Priestess Worshipping Her God

As ever, in the depths of her contemplation of the divine, Amaran’tha Silverblood tried to imagine the great lord Haverty’s face.

Would it be handsome? Ugly? Square? Round? Would he be one of the civilized races? Uncivilized? Or were the beastfolk right, and another set of ears lay below his hood?

Amaran’tha opened her eyes, and found herself staring into her reflection in her temple’s sacred pool. The still water came up to her kneeling thighs, but wasn’t cold, even with the faint breeze that blew in through the opening in the expansive chamber’s roof far above. The light from the sun drifted in and dappled everything with a warm, soft glow, from the golden-blonde hair that dipped between Amaran’tha’s shoulder blades, to the pointed ears that stuck out from between her locks, to of course to the marble statue of her lord, looming up over the pool and Amaran’tha in turn even now. Her gaze searched out his hooded face, obscured from this angle, but knew that no amount of squinting would do her any good; whatever detail his actual face may have had, the divine stoneworker from so long ago had neglected to grant it to this statue, explorations she had made a great while ago indicating that it was simply a blank slab underneath the hood.

Amaran’tha let out a great sigh that sent her mammoth breasts jiggling in place, almost wholly unsupported by their priestess’s robes; pure white, as was customary, strips of cloth that were threaded around and through her most private areas before being linked at the front by a simple golden ring, pressed flush against her womb and just over her nether regions. From there, two more strips of cloth made their way up and over the nipples and areola of her sizable melons, before linking up behind her neck.

It was the typical wear of priestess in her temple, far from the blatant nudity of the more uncivilized races. It was chaste, and modest, while also showing off her fertility, and also allowing easy access to the great sloping swells of her chest, her tight stomach, her wide hips, and even the globes of her behind should the occasion call for it. She spent many an hour in this pool, kneeling just like this, spending hour upon hour on her knees in front of her god as was the proper method of worship.

And now, she was going to be rewarded.

From the opening in the ceiling, that they had uncovered due to their being in the middle of the warm summer months, she heard the chiming of six bells, signifying the time of day. Around her, the water in the sacred pool rippled, only faintly, but more than enough for her to feel after hours kneeling in its stillness. Indeed, it was a common ritual of devotion for priestesses to come to this pool just after noon, and see how long they could stand to pray and how much of Haverty’s blessing they could gather. Amaran’tha had been blessed five times today already, and as a wide smile crossed her plush lips, she readied herself for a sixth.

“Oh great Haverty, I welcome the gift of your blessing, that keeps me strong when I might falter, that gives me breath when I might have none, that gives me warmth in my heart and in my—!”

And then, the mammoth stone cock that stood jutting proudly out the front of the stone Haverty’s robes erupted, spraying the water from the pool back onto her in a series of six glittering, sacred spurts.

“—soul!” Amaran’tha finished happily, the jets of water landing on her large breasts, across her flat stomach, and arcing across her close-eyed face. After a moment, her robes were soaked through but not quite transparent, and the busty elven woman reached up to wipe the water from her face. Collecting it in her cupped hands, she stared at the slight amount reverently, before bringing them up to her plush lips, and drinking the sacred essence of her god down.

“Leave some for the rest of us, will ya?” She heard over her right shoulder, before a pair of mischievous hands squeezed down around the heft of her bosom.

Amaran’tha let out a surprised yet pleased gasp, looking over her shoulder with a knowing smile even while her own hands fell to gently lace her fingers through those of her intruder, who was busy working over the ample heaps of flesh that jiggled and bounced even now on her chest. “If you could ever make it past three bells, Cordelia, I might feel the slightest bit bad about snatching it away~.”

Her dark-haired friend pouted, the fellow priestess’s elven features bearing the expression well as she licked her own plump lips. “Oh Ran, you already know that the great god Haverty gave me many gifts, but patience wasn’t one of them!” Cordelia nuzzled into the space where Amaran’tha’s neck and shoulder met, giving the space a light, biting kiss as her hands surrendered her grip on the blonde’s mammoth breasts and descended down to the woman's hips.

Amaran’tha let out a fresh giggle and surrendered to her friend as she was spun around to face her, being gently pushed back into the pool itself as Cordelia leaned down to move the scrap of Amaran’tha’s robe over with her teeth before pursing her lips eagerly around the blonde priestess’s stiff nipple. Amaran’tha moaned around the simple display of comraderie, one of the countless normal ways women showed their affection for one another, here in the temple and in the continent beyond.

Still, the busty blonde felt the cursory need to rest her hands on the other girl’s shoulders, showing a token form of resistance. “Mmm… You know, Cordy, if the Head Priestesses catch us dirtying the pool like this, you’ll get reprimanded… again~.”

Cordelia visibly winced at that, reaching back to rub at one of her buoyant ass cheeks threaded by the material of their robes. “I can’t help it.” She whined cutely, even as her knee prodded gently at the front of Amaran’tha’s, requesting access. “Haverty’s blessing just gets me so worked up, and all of the women in this pool look so delicious when wet…~”

"We do indeed." Amaran’tha conceded with a faux ****, her eyes flashing with barely disguised glee as she allowed Cordelia’s knee entrance, the other woman enthusiastically rubbing the limb up and down the busty blonde’s engorged pussy lips. “But since you didn’t—hah!—partake in Havarty’s blessing—ooh!—since some hours hence, I feel—aah!—that you wouldn’t be getting this—Haverty, yes!—handsy unless you, you, mmm, wanted something.” Amaran’tha had taken to gripping lightly onto Cordelia’s shoulders, their breasts squeezing delightfully together as Amaran’tha’s heaving mountains overwhelmed Cordelia’s slightly smaller pair.

“The insight of Haverty is strong with you!” Cordelia light-heartedly complimented, just before she leaned down to lick off the sweat trailing down Amaran’tha’s cheek. “In truth, I need something of a favor from you. Something only you are qualified to do!”

“Oh?” Amaran’tha said, using her own knee to push the other woman’s aside for a moment, Cordelia letting out a soft whine in response—before Amaran’tha then hooked her thigh around her friend’s hip, pressing their heated entrances together in a vigorous display of mutual scissoring. “Do tell!”

Even in the haze brought on by their mutual sapphic pleasure, Cordelia’s embarrassed roll of her eyes was unmistakable. “In truth, it is my, hah, hoo, brother, Kendrath. One of the—yes, yes, yes!—dreadful foreign gods has captured his eye, and now he is considering abandoning the path of Haverty entirely! Can you imagine?! Oooh, yes, right there…”

Amaran’tha’s brow furrowed in modest confusion, even as she felt her ministrations coming to a head. “As a priestess, ohhhhh, of Haverty yourself, couldn’t you simply—Haverty, yes, fondle the titties he has gifted me—could you not take manners into your own hands?”

Cordelia shook her head, her hair flailing wildly to the sides while she reached down to cup Amaran’tha’s hips once more, looking to end things with a few last, forceful couplings. “Lord knooooows, so good, that I’ve tried! But you Ran, you’re the most faithful of all of us! If anyone can set him back on the path, it’s—it’s—yooooooou!”

The pair had to pause as they convulsed in mutual climax, Cordelia going slack for a spare moment before settling atop Amaran’tha’s more prone form. Both let out a relaxed sigh as the aftershocks died down, and Amaran’tha reached up to run her fingers tenderly through her friend’s lightly-damp hair. “Of course. It would be my solemn duty as a priestess of Haverty to get him back on the righteous path.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you so—” Cordelia said, beginning to push herself up, when both of them were startled by a fresh eruption of liquid from Haverty’s stone cock, cascading across both of their bodies and painting them in turn, leaving them staring at the statue in wide-eyed shock.

“Do you think,” Cordelia said as she sat back onto her haunches, her overwhelming confusion turning to a sudden glee, “that that means your undertaking now has Haverty’s blessing?”

Amaran’tha found herself staring up at the statue herself, eyes naturally gravitating to the figure’s hooded face. And then, in a way that she couldn’t describe but was nevertheless unmistakable, she got the distinct impression that whatever face that laid underneath the hood gave her a wink.

“You know…” Amaran’tha said, unable to quell the rising excitement in her voice. “I think it does."