Chapter 598: Adventure in The Temple (4)
"Have fun, sister Gidea," Luna whispered, her warm breath ghosting across Gidea's ear. Then, with a final, encouraging pat on her shoulder, the High Priestess turned and walked away, her black hair swaying like a silken cloak. Her departure left a sudden, terrifying void.
In truth, Luna wanted to take this newcomer and have some fun together or take her to the Sanctum of Transformation right away, to see how the former Grandmaster would choose to corrupt her new form. But Morgana's words were clear in her mind:
"Let her choose her own path. Her truest nature will reveal itself in what she seeks without guidance. That is the data I require."
So Luna let her go, a secret smile on her lips.
"I hope your new life will be more enjoyable than the old one, Grandmaster," she whispered, before disappearing into a side passage.
Gidea stood frozen at the edge of the circle. The symphony of lust washed over her, a tide of wet sounds, ragged moans, and the heavy, sweet-sour scent of sex. Her body screamed at her to move, to join, to throw herself onto that carpet and be taken, to finally, FINALLY! have the fire in her core extinguished.
But her feet were rooted to the spot. Not just by shock, but by a strange, paralyzing shyness. This wasn't like the chamber. There, she was a captive. There was no choice, which gave her some sort of twisted excuse.
Here, in the middle of this vast temple, surrounded by strangers freely indulging in every imaginable vice, there were choices. Dozens of them. And they were all watching. Not judging, but seeing. Seeing her standing here, naked, trembling, slick with need. She felt like a lamb who had stumbled into a den of wolves, except the wolves were all busy fucking each other and were only looking up with mild, curious interest.
Her gaze darted around, a frantic, hunted sweep. She saw the gloryhole alcove. Anonymous. No faces. Just the act. It would be so easy to just walk over, drop to her knees, and let a cock fill her throat until she forgot her own name.
The thought was a siren's call, but a cold dread coiled in her gut. What if she was bad at it? What if she gagged and they laughed? The thought of that small, public failure was more terrifying than any monster on a battlefield.
'Ugh... what is wrong with me!' she thought in frustration.
Her eyes then fell upon a quieter corner near a spiraling staircase. There, cushioned benches lined the wall. One bench was empty.
A Sanctuary.
The idea of just sitting down, of being still for a moment, was overwhelming. To collect herself. To think. Her mind, so long a weapon of steel and discipline, was a scattered mess of lust and shame. She needed to regroup.
Without thinking much, Gidea moved. She didn't walk towards the pleasures; she walked towards the emptiness. She kept her eyes down, not wanting to see the faces turned her way, not wanting to see the bodies writhing in their ecstatic dance. Every step was a lesson in humiliation. Her heavy breasts jiggled with her hurried pace. Her plump ass cheeks slid against each other, slick with her own arousal. The phantom feeling of being stared at—her cunt, her ass, her swinging tits—was a constant, buzzing torment.
She reached the empty bench and practically collapsed onto it, drawing her legs up and wrapping her arms around her knees, trying to make herself as small as possible. The plush velvet was cool against her feverish skin. She rested her forehead on her knees, taking in ragged breaths, trying to force her heart to slow down.
'I need a moment to breathe,' she told herself.
"Rough first day?"
A quiet, friendly voice cut through her chaotic thoughts. Gidea's head snapped up so fast she felt a dizzying rush of vertigo.
A woman was standing a few feet away, holding a silver goblet filled with a shimmering, lavender-colored liquid. She was smiling, a gentle, genuine expression that held no predatory gleam. She was a dark elf, her light-gray skin smooth and flawless, her silver hair pulled back in a simple, elegant braid. She had the lean, wiry build of a dancer, and a small, delicate womb tattoo of a coiled serpent rested just above her bare, shaven mound.
She was completely, unashamedly nude, but she carried herself with such an easy grace that she seemed more clothed in confidence than Gidea felt in her own skin.
"I-I... I'm fine," Gidea stammered, pulling her knees tighter to her chest, trying so hard not to glare at the semi-erect cock that was swinging between the dark elf's legs.
The dark elf chuckled softly, a low, melodic sound.
"You say 'fine' like it's a prayer you hope will come true. Can I join you?"
Before Gidea could form a coherent response, the woman sat down on the bench, leaving a respectful space between them. She sipped her drink, her gaze drifting lazily over the temple's main floor, observing the scene with the casual air of someone watching a familiar play.
"It's a lot to take in, especially for a human," the dark elf said, not looking at her. "The sheer volume of it. All at once. My name is Vespera, by the way."
"G-Gidea," she replied, the name feeling foreign and fragile on her tongue.
"Pleasure," Vespera nodded. "Pretty. New here?"
Gidea could only manage a weak nod.
"I thought so. You have that 'deer-in-the-orgy' look. My favorite kind," Vespera said with another soft chuckle. She took another sip of her drink. "It gets easier. The trick isn't to look at everything at once. Find one thing. One person. One act. Let the rest become background noise. Like music."
Gidea risked a glance at Vespera, her cheeks still burning.
"How... how can you be so calm?"
"Saw worse, or maybe because I'm a 'sadist,' not a 'masochist,' so this..." Vespera gestured with her goblet at the writhing masses. "We dark elves... Well, we have our own 'unique' way of having fun. We don't see this as debauchery. We see it as art. And art is best appreciated with a clear head."
She offered the goblet to Gidea.
"Lavender nectar. Soothes the nerves without dulling the... senses. Might help."
Gidea hesitated for a long moment, her internal war raging. To accept help was to admit weakness. But to continue sitting here, a trembling mess, was a weakness in itself.
Slowly, reluctantly, she reached out and took the cup. Her fingers brushed against Vespera's, and a jolt of static energy, hot and sharp, shot up her arm. She flinched but held on.
She took a small, hesitant sip.
It was divine. The liquid was cool and sweet on her tongue, with a faint, floral aftertaste. But as it slid down her throat, a gentle warmth spread through her chest, not the burning fire of her lust, but a soft, calming light. It was like sinking into a hot bath after a long, grueling day.
The frantic buzzing in her mind quieted. The roaring symphony of lust softened into a distant, rhythmic hum. She could still feel the desperate throb of her cunt, the heavy ache of her breasts, but it was no longer an all-consuming panic. It was just... a feeling.
"Much better?" Vespera asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
Gidea took another, deeper drink and nodded.
"Th-thank you."
"Don't mention it. We all need a little liquid courage now and then," Vespera said, her gaze fixed on the 'air' before them. She tapped a fingernail against her chin, then on the air itself, which was her system.
"This one has pretty lips," she mused to herself, then she looked at Gidea. "So, what brings a lovely human like yourself to our horny temple? You seem... not to belong here, if I'm being honest."
Gidea's stomach twisted. She couldn't very well say, 'I used to be the Grandmaster of the Holy Knights of Uriel, but your goddess turned me into a cock-hungry slut, and I couldn't resist coming back for more.'
"I... I was lost," she said, the first lie that came to mind. It was pathetic, but it was all she had.
Vespera's smile didn't falter, but her silver eyes narrowed slightly, assessing. She didn't believe her. Of course, but she didn't press.
"Lost? My dear, in this place, 'lost' is just another word for 'found.' And you've been found by the best." Vespera's gaze swept over Gidea's lush form, an appraising look that was devoid of lust but full of analytical interest. "But I'm a good judge of bodies, and yours is... fresh. Recently crafted. Very high quality. A virgin to the temple, in every sense."
The directness made Gidea blush again.
"I... I don't know what I'm doing," she admitted in a small voice. It was the truest thing she'd said since arriving. The confession felt like a release, a small crack in the dam of her pride.
"Nobody does on their first day," Vespera said, her tone becoming almost conspiratorial. "Or their tenth, if they're being honest with themselves. The secret is to stop trying to know what you're doing. Just find what makes your cunt clench, and go towards it. The rest will follow."
She paused, taking another sip of her nectar. Then, as if on cue, a woman suddenly approached them.
"...like this," Vespera said with a smirk.
The woman was a human with short brown hair and a decent figure, her body lean with muscle. Her face was hidden behind a masquerade mask of polished obsidian that revealed only her full, glistening lips. She walked directly to Vespera and dropped to her knees, and without a word, she opened her mouth and waited.
Vespera just smiled down at her, and with her finger, she pointed at her half-erect cock, then at the kneeling woman's open mouth.
The woman moaned a soft 'Yes,' and leaned forward, taking the dark elf's entire length into her throat in one smooth, practiced motion. She didn't gag. She simply held it there, her lips sealed around the base.
Gidea gasped, her eyes wide at how 'casual' this was for them.
"As I said," Vespera said, her voice a little breathless now as the woman began to slowly, expertly bob her head. "You find what makes you happy. For me, it's a bit of points... and a very, very talented throat. See? No words needed. She wants to serve, I want to be served. A perfect transaction of faith."
Gidea kept staring at the scene, her nectar-fueled calm evaporating, replaced by a fresh, searing wave of lust. After a few seconds, the woman stopped her 'work,' but she didn't pull away. Instead, she looked up at Vespera with pleading eyes, her full lips still stretched around the dark elf's shaft.
"So eager," Vespera chuckled. She then patted the woman's head. "I knew you'd make a good toilet."
"Eh?" Gidea looked confused. "Toilet?"
Vespera only smirked, and the next second, a warm stream of yellow liquid flooded into the woman's mouth.
The woman drank it all, her throat working diligently to swallow every drop. Some spilled from the corners of her lips, tracing golden paths down her chin and onto her breasts, but she didn't seem to mind. If anything, she seemed to relish it, a soft, muffled moan vibrating around the softening cock in her mouth.
Gidea's jaw dropped. A cold horror warred with a hot, shameful fascination inside her. She had seen depravity in the last few minutes that would have made her old self vomit, but this... this was something else. This wasn't just sex. It was... service. Degradation.
And the woman on her knees looked blissful.
Finally, Vespera sighed and pulled back. The woman licked her lips clean, then leaned down to lap up the spillage on her own breasts with the same devoted attention.
After she was done, she simply stood up and walked away as if nothing happened.
"You... you pissed in her mouth," Gidea stated, the words sounding alien and blunt in the temple's sensual atmosphere.
"I did," Vespera confirmed, stroking the woman's hair like one would a loyal hound. "And it was a quicky, 10 points for her, and a very satisfying release for me."
Gidea's mind struggled to process it. The old Grandmaster, the man of faith and steel, screamed at the sight. The new woman, the hot and needy Gidea, felt a terrifying throb of curiosity in her cunt.
"Why?" she finally managed to ask. "Why does anyone do anything here?"
"Points, Gidea. They're the lifeblood of this place. You earn them by pleasing others and completing tasks, and you spend them on pleasure or power," Vespera explained, her tone shifting from seductive to educational. "She gave me her throat, and in return, she gets closer to... whatever she desires."
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