Slave to the Moon Priestess

[Veroe]

IC: Leontinus

"I can't go again...whatever that draught was...I think it will kill me if I do...I'm sorry..."

He turned his head to look at her to see if she was disappointed in him for that.

He lay there breathing heavily. His manhood was still hard and hungry for more of her, but the rest of him. He was exhausted and couldn't follow the urging of his desire for her.

She rolled over on her side raising a hand to run fingers leisurely over his muscled arm.

"There is no need to be sorry," She told him, "I think that will be enough for this evening."
"What now," He asked of her.

She pressed in close to him and lay her head over his shoulder and her arm across his chest. "Wake me in the morning. Wake we with that strong pole of yours buried deep within me…"

"You are insatiable, woman," He chuckled tiredly, "Your lusts will be the death of me."

She didn't respond. She had already dozing off to slumber and Leontinus fell to the world of dreams soon after her.

The next morning he woke before her. The sun was just rising and a cool morning breeze wafted in from Samara's balcony. Leontinus eased gently out of bed to relieve a full bladder. When he turned to return and wake her as she bade him the previous night he froze.

She was still sleeping soundly. None of her gaurds were around. This was his chance. He could run now and be on his way to the north before she even realized he was gone.

So why wasn't he doing just that? Why was he instead taking another step towards her? Had she really cast some sort of spell upon him? She must have to make him hunger for more of this dark goddess even at the stake of his freedom.

He reached her and bent over kissing her on her ear then another on her cheek and down her neck and on down until she began to stir back awake.

 

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Ranna

Ranna took him by the hand and led him from the room with a smirk. Her body was awash with arousal from the excursion with the High Priestess and her new plaything. She jaw was sore from wrapping it around his strong pole and she wished she had a chance to at least slide her tight sheath around it at least once.

She was honored though to be able to choose whom she spend her evening with. Many times the men would argue or fight over her and one would take her roughly and then pass her one once he was done. Nechtan had never participated or had an eye for any of the pleasure girls in the employ of the temple guards. Secretly she had always wished for him to bed her. His eye only seemed to be for Her.

She led him down the hall to a small side room. It had been set up long ago as a place for the gaurds to bring a girl on their break and find their release. Inside was a small bed. She pulled him to her, her body still naked and glistened with sweet smelling oil.

"Come, my dear. I know from watching them you desire a release. I know I need one as well." she wrapped her small frame against his large frame.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Nechtan

Nechtan followed after the glorified whore, Ranna. He didn't have anything against Ranna, of course. On the contrary he quite enjoyed her company and not to mention fucking her. the problem was she was well trod soil compared to someone like Samara. Their mistress was a mountain taunting him for its unassailability.

That was neither here nor there at this moment however. Nechtan had done all he could to ruin the stupid, lumbering barbarian's chances with Samara. Now he just needed for her to tire of her new toy as she always had, as Nechtan made certain she always did.

Ranna led him inside the gaurd's bunkroom. He shut the door behind them. She pulled him against her. Her naked body still glistening enticingly with fragrant oil. "Come, my dear."

Nechtan smiled to her taking her in his arms and pressing her body tighter against his. The oil stained his tunic but that hardly a concern with this voluptuous nymph before him.

"I know from watching them you desire a release," She said curling her small lithe little body around him, "I know I need one as well."

His hand lifted and cupped the back of her neck. His thumb lifted her chin up so Nechtan could hover his own lips, tantalizing her with the kiss she now craved. "Tell me, Ranna, How was our dear Preistess over the night," His other hand lowered taking a hard grasp of one buttock. "Was Samara pleased with fucking that petulant barbarian lout?"

She answered, Ranna was an unquenchable gossip after all, and Nechtan rewarded her with the kiss she yearned for ending it with a hard spank of that buttock.

 

[papillon24]

Ranna

Ranna Felt her body swoon as her took her in his arms. The need she felt after servicing the priestess's new toy was growing. A heat between her legs burned with desires that were not originally her own.

"Tell me, Ranna, How was our dear Priestess over the night," His hand pawed at her rump. Squeezing hard, possessing her as his in that moment "Was Samara pleased with fucking that petulant barbarian lout?"

He held her there in that moment. Her body had been trained to be the plaything of men. Instinctually she melted as that she knew what they wanted. Something pliable in their hands. The Priestess had hand selected her for service. It was not what she wanted, but now her body had been trained to need it.

"She seemed very pleased wit him. I do not recall another who has made her moan as she did." Her voice breathy as she spoke against his lips. His lips pressed against hers. Not in a loving way, but she could feel the desire for flesh as his hands roamed her body. His hands roamed her ample curves till a firm skank felt her buttock. She jumped a bit as it pulled her closer into him and up against him. She could feel his arousal though his tunic pressing into her

"I crave to be taken Nechtan." She could feel the moisture forming between her legs.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Nechtan

"Tell me, Ranna, How was our dear Preistess over the night," His other hand lowered taking a hard grasp of one buttock. "Was Samara pleased with fucking that petulant barbarian lout?"

She answered, Ranna was an unquenchable gossip after all, and Nechtan rewarded her with the kiss she yearned for ending it with a hard spank of that buttock.

"She seemed very pleased wit him," She said breathlessly against his lips, "I do not recall another who has made her moan as she did."

Nechtan didn't like hearing that so he pressed his lips against hers in a demanding and domineering kiss that spoke of his desire to fuck her. His hand roamed down the line of her spine over the curve of her buttock and back up her side to squeeze one breast in his fingers. His other hand gave another firm spank to the meat of her ass to set ablaze the fire in her blood for him.

It made her jump pressing those large soft tits against his hard chest. His rising cock was trapped under the fabric of his tunic against her lower belly.

Breaking the kiss she declared, "I crave to be taken Nechtan."

To that he pushed her back until his body pinned her against the rough-hewn marble blocks of the room's wall. Fingers reached down between her thighs to find her already wet and dripping with her craving.

"So, I see," He replied as a fingertip found her pleasure-pearl at the juncture of the lips of her womanhood and began to tease and roll over it. His lips roamed down the side of neck to nibble over her hammering pulse.

Ranna was easy for him. He would tease and deny the fucking she craved while at the same time stoking the fire within her hotter and hotter until she was ready to be consumed in the blaze of her own desires.