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The lifeboat that Siofra, Sumati, and Arundhati took to Kakani island moored itself on a beach, almost immediately being swallowed up behind them in the ocean’s hunger, the reverberating and echoing and greedy desire to swallow all rocking the waters that far from her cursed ship. The stars were still out, and so long as night shined on, the power that Hoethmarr wielded was increased. If they could just get what needed to be done at Satapattrika Temple and have Susan hold out just until daybreak, they could possibly pull this off and end Bloodwedthe’s second reign before it started.

“That rotten old bitch…” Sumati mumbled. “This isn’t what I was told I was working towards! I was told I’d be working for the greater good of Ch’Daesh and revolutionizing our industries. I never dreamed in all my life she would have used it to dig up Bloodwedthe’s treasure, somehow get the Harp, and begin some sort of world-ending revolution. I’m disgusted. Whatever I can do for you now is the least I can do to pay you back for the fact my tainted study and science now exists in Ramachandra’s hands. I wash my hands of the Maharani. Let’s get this done.”

Siofra looked over at Arundhati and grinned slyly again. “So, what’s this erotic ritual? You never told me about this when we were touring the Temple the other day. I suppose every sect needs its fun secrets, but what a secret you’ve been holding out on! Not that I ever mind getting laid by a pretty thing, even in the middle of this wannabe apocalypse, but at least tell me what kind of fun things this is going to include. If this be my last time on this mortal coil feeling the warm and wanting flesh of another woman against me, well, hard to think of a better way to go than during a ritual with a sweet priestess and a hot evil sorceress. When I make it out of this alive anyway, remind me to brag about this one.”

“All those stories that came our way on the tradeships really are true, even after corroborating some of the details during your temple visit, this whole situation really has proved you are more than any rumor or story could be about you, Siofra.” Arundhati turned red as she tried to focus on the path to the temple, leading them through storms and mud and across slipping stones. “B-But yeah, the ritual. It’s written in old Terreshalan scrolls that if two or more people of aligning and allied elements whom have some sort of ritual or official command over them have… relations in the middle of her healing runes written on the floor near the altar of the temple, it can drive back famine, disease, all sorts of unwellness. If I take my authority over Terreshala and Laeshann, and you use your own powers of Laeshann combined with mine, we should be able to create something, right?”

“Fyrshala is going to be so pleased with me!” Siofra cackled as rain splattered on her face.

“Oh, yeah, the loud one worships the goddess in charge of things like sex and romance, right? Wouldn’t that also give it a boost?” Sumati pondered out loud. “Not that I’m sure how much it’d help from someone like me, but I have a pair of kujang, one is blessed by Terreshala, and the other Hoethmarr. Terreshala appears to have all but abandoned the Maharani and her evil plans, but I guess since I’m not a huge fan of her apocalyptic plans, she let me keep the one blessed object of hers I was able to escape with. Well, get captured with. Whatever. As for the one blessed by Hoethmarr, perhaps we can use it as a beacon to absorb some of the arcane magicks that they now wield and then destroy it so they lose at least that much of it permanently?”

“So we’re relying on a four way elemental orgy on top of our threesome?” Siofra laughed. “Incredible. I am absolutely never going to stop telling the story about this one. Wait, aren’t two of those elements involved in this thing the creator sisters? Are they down with that? I’m not judging, I just…”

Sumati and Arundhati both just grabbed the paladin by the mouth and hauled her up hill to the temple, the rain turning the sand to mush under their feet, finding the entrance and pulling it open, lighting some candles and lamps, and locking the door behind them. The temple itself was built tough and thick of the vegetation that existed on the mostly sandy Kakani, with hardened stone walls wrapped in roots and vines, holding the base deep in the sand and making it almost unmovable. If the storm of arcane magick grew too strong, maybe even it could be lifted up, but the apocalypse would have to have already been going on and been deemed impossible to stop for that to happen. So long as nobody figured out where they snuck off to, they should be able to complete the ritual.

The three entered the center chamber and set alight the candles sitting around it, a great gold and green altar to Terreshala carved into the front of the wall, with small gifts, burned incense, and relics were kept and enshrined with care. A faint, green, healing glow could be felt coming off of them. This was definitely a place rich in her magick, and even one not a follow of her nor of her magick could easily feel the weight being lifted from their bodies and minds entering this chamber. Refreshed, relieved, almost completely re-energized they stepped in and looked at the center of the room. Runs drawn all around what looked like a carved wood frame with a bed of the softest leaves and flowers in the middle were all held tight in a magic circle, the candles adding a faint, fresh smell to the room.

“If it weren’t so bleak outside, the rays of the sun would be able to come in beautifully from the eastern windows and set in the west, giving this the look of a fresh garden glittering with the softness of morning dew.” Arundhati sighed, making sure the room was truly secure.

“I mean, I can help with the last detail.” Siofra smirked at the priestess, keying her up and down. “Aren’t you a little overdressed for this?”

The priestess rolled her eyes, blushing. “A-Actually, yes. I am. Give me a minute to get the sacred costume out for the ritual.”

“You’re blushing like a virgin. Are you really sure you aren’t one? It’s really okay if you’re not, I just need to know so I don’t wreck you.” Siofra sighed.

“I mean… It’s been a while… And there’s so many stories and rumors about you and your anatomy and your abilities in bed, your willingness, the level of depravity and fetishes you’ll engage in just to make your goddess happy…” She stuttered back, looking in a nearby chest for the ritual outfit she needed, she was sure it was around in one of these boxes somewhere unused for a while. “I just can’t believe it’s going to come down to sleeping with the legend herself.”

It was Sumati’s turn to roll her eyes and sigh. “Can we get on wit this? We can argue the semantics of the loud one’s kinks or whatever when we all aren’t dead.” She grumbled as she rapidly got undressed, undoing her sash and gently setting down her pair of kujang, tossing her tight gold robe aside, taking off the ruby-encrusted necklace, bracelets, and anklets, kicking her sandals aside. The candlelight reflected a beautiful glow on her golden hair, dark tanned skin, the deep henna markings across her shoulder blades, down her arms, and around the right side of her face, holding her dark brown eyes set in perfectly. A hand ran through her hair as she stood there, naked as one possibly could be, her body set perfect with a pair of large, firm looking tits, dark nipples protruding, a pair of hips cresting out just enough that her stomach pinched into fat dimples, the side of her soft ass coming into view as Siofra checked her out from head to toe, pausing for more than a brief moment on the sorceress’s slit, making sure the carpet matched the drapes. Yup, every single hair down there looked about as blonde as the ones on her hair did.

“Do you trim? You look nice. You take good care of yourself, don’t you?” Siofra asked, trying not to make it too obvious she was staring a bit too hard, a bit too long, a red flush starting to form under her swarthy cheeks, making the freckles on them glow brighter than usual. Blushing could come in a bit. She had a reputation to live up to, especially to the poor young priestess, of being this mystical lesbian sex machine that may or may not be the personal incarnation of Fyrshala’s libido or not. Nobody could prove nor disprove that one, and Siofra preferred to keep the ladies guessing sometimes.

“If I survive this I’m going to go live in a monastery.” Sumati grumbled as she rubbed her temples.

“And I’m already mostly naked, myself, may as well finish the job. If it weren’t for fire magick enchanting my chainmail bikini I’d have frozen my amazing tits off out there a while ago. By the gods, Ivorhala and Hoethmarr have an amazing aversion to heat.” The paladin quipped as she started to undo the chain armor around her chest and crotch, tossing it aside near where Sumati put her own clothes, removing the padded silks she used to keep her nipples and lower lips from getting pinched between metal chains while trying to get away wearing that. She wrapped the chain up in those, and closed it tight in a bundle using her headband. She stood shorter than the sorceress, but was of more dense, hard muscle, her swarthy body covered and speckled in dozens of red freckles, like Fyrshala had dusted little bits of ember across her skin, most noticeably across her face, her chest, and down her forearms and the top of her thighs. Her own nipples were already hard, and the temple itself was kept warm enough with the magick flowing inside it that she couldn’t even make a crack about it being cold in here or was it just all of three were happy to see each other. Her red pubes curled around her, with one small thin line of freckles leading up from it to the glorious pile of them between her tits.

The sorceress and the paladin looked each other up and down for a bit, a bit to size the other up and compare goods, smirking at each other as they started to imagine what actually might happen here, both of them battling the urge to blush more and more, wondering how this was all going to play out. They also had their backsides turned to Arundhati, making sure she could get changed in what little privacy they could afford her, trying not to sneak any peeks.

“You think she’s still a virgin?” Whispered Siofra to Sumati.

“You got a thing for virgins or something? You sure really wish she was one.” Sumati teased her back.

“I mean, yeah, nothing like your first time being with a legend nobody else in life will ever compare to, but she blushes more than that clammed-up squire of mine does. It at least has to have been a while.” Siofra sighed. “Well, let’s just hope she doesn’t cum too soon. Not sure if that’d actually ruin the ceremony or anything. I’d like to enjoy this.”

“The shy priestess is right, you are just one big flaming pile of horniness. Where do you keep it all?”

“In my slit?”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“In my clit?”

“I’m going to hit you as hard as I can before we even start.”

“That’s hot.” Siofra let out a small laugh. “But, no seriously. I don’t know, Fyrshala’s just had me full of it most of my life. What do you want me to say, some kind of cheesy answer like I keep it all in my heart just for you? That’s for romance novels.”

The two of them playfully bickered back and forth a bit, trying their best to save their energy for the actual foreplay, and not whatever this sorry excuse for a before-foreplay was. The best way to make feeling naked around a stranger less awkward was to get into a fight with them, wasn’t it? Their eyes locked in a gaze, Siofra giving her widest and most smug grin and Sumati her most stern and disciplining glare.

“Okay, you two can turn around now.” The meek voice of Arundhati echoed in their ears. They turned around and both the sorceress and the paladin felt all their mental energy drain instantly into their loins. The brains in the heads on the top of their bodies shut down and the ones between their legs were turned on with full force. A thin sweat appeared on Sumati’s brow and Siofra’s heart beat fast as her skin gained a reddish hue all over.

Arundhati came into view wearing what appeared to be nothing but a thin necklace that draped a curtain of gold chains down her breasts, and a matching golden thong with an equally thin layer of gold chains in front of her slit. The chains lay decorated with thin slivers and chunks of sapphires and emeralds, with absolutely not an inch of her body left to the imagination. The ritual coverings somehow made the whole of her body feel even more erotic and a turn on than if she had just come out naked. The two could see the outlines of her nipples on her ample, generous tits, the chain just curved over them enough that you could see exactly where they were even if they tried to hide behind her jewelry. Her dark amber skin was almost as lush as her long hair, dancing openly as she adjusted it with her sweet, slim fingers, folding it up and out like a comb would. The tiniest teasing amount of small, curled hairs escaped the side of her thong, and her ass was tight enough that Siofra wondered if she stuck her tongue in it if it would get snapped off immediately. The ritual markings that existed in honor of Terreshala that were painted in henna all over her entire body seemed to almost glow with a very, very faint and warm light.

“Fuck…” Was the only thing Siofra could say once she regained control of her senses, her mind swirling at the incredibly seductive display before her. She felt her heart also drop deep down between her legs, meeting her brain there, her libido going on full blast. A deep, amorous throbbing was felt all the way from around her clit and up inside of her pussy like a bolt of fire. Her silver eyes went wide as she watched Arundhati take her place on the ritual bed in the middle of the room, inviting Siofra over with just a simple finger wag, the paladin immediately almost crawling over and standing on one knee at her, her hand on the priestess’ arm and already feeling her breath quicken. “Well, you certainly have me convinced of some kind of magick at work. Now what do we do? Please tell me it’s a lot.”

Arundhati took Siofra’s face in her hands and began to kiss her tight in return, her tongue entering her lips and exploring her mouth. She had no idea the priestess could be this bold, this dominant, and truth be told she kind of liked it. The priestess looked at the sorceress and pointed to a spot next to the sacred bed, leaving Siofra’s lips only long enough to kiss hers instead, whispering to her. “I need you to get your kujang ready. Bless them with as much of the magicks as you can. Yes, even the arcane one. And if you need encouragement, please just come touch us, we could use the encouragement.”

Sumati was equally dumbfounded, looking at Arundhati as if she was going to keep her word about joining a monastery after this, but only if she was the head priestess in charge. She nodded and obeyed her like a loyal servant, picking up her kujang and beginning a slow, steady stream of her magick into them, wanting them to absorb as much as possible, though finding it difficult to concentrate with the incredibly arousing scene happening next to her. She remembered what Arundhati said and ran her forefinger and thumb up and down the priestess’s arm or grip her other hand, kissing her fingers and feeling her whole body swell up and tighten.

The priestess and the paladin sat for a while, just kissing, until the priestess fully lay on the sacred bed of Terreshala and felt the warmth of the healing magic against her, encouraging her body as Siofra traced her mouth down Arundhati’s neck and between her tits, swatting that chain aside and letting her have an actual view of those nipples she was so desperately hungry for. Following her instinct, she began to take one of them into her mouth and nibble, suck, feast on it like it was full of the life-giving magick of Terreshala herself. Her left hand made work of the other tit and squeezed it, enchanting her right fingertips and palm with Fyrshala’s magick, rubbing her hand up against her sweet, holy pussy, pinching and stroking at it from through the cloth on her. Arundhati’s moans began to fill the temple, encouraging Siofra to begin to gently finger the woman below her, pushing the all-too small thong cloth aside and pushing the knuckle of her thumb against that tight, swollen, sacred clit, giving her the sensations of Fyrshala and her fiery love magick deep inside of her body.

All of this unfolding before her, this only encouraged Sumati to work as steady as she could, finding the more aroused she got watching this, smelling the sweet perfume of the two’s arousal and juices filling the temple, the stronger her magick got. Siofra took her sweet time feasting on Arundhati’s tits and fitting two fingers deep into her holy pussy and her small one teasing her asshole, ring finger pushing the spot between the two holes as her thumb rolled around that clit. The sounds that the priestess was making was almost too much for Sumati to bear and she soon found herself holding a kujang in each hand, straddling her wide hips and dripping pussy over the priestess's mouth. The kujang dug their blades into the ground like grips for Sumati to hold onto, bucking and squeezing her thighs around Arundhati’s sweet face and mouth. That sacred tongue going deep inside her made her let out her own bellows and groans deep into the temple.

Siofra was in awe at the whole scene she was a part of, her eyes looking up to see Sumati’s breasts shaking as she braced Arundhati’s mouth and rode her like one would a steed. She grew more and more horny with each passing second, almost forgetting about the attempt at the apocalypse outside for a moment, lowering her hungry tongue down to the priestess’s sweet dripping cunt and beginning to suck at her juices and lower lips, her tongue enchanted with the same magick her fingertips and palm were. Warm, tingling, an almost vibrating sensation coming from them. She wanted nothing more in that moment than to worship that holy pussy, let those juices just drip down her face and neck, see how much she could get her to leak down to her own tits, occasionally taking a deep lick at that ass to see if it would indeed snap her tongue off, leaving the priestess being used at both ends for a while, with nothing but the sounds of their soaking cunts rubbing on the others’ faces and their moans sinking deep into the walls of the temple.

All of this gave the two kujang a deeply enchanted aura each, with Sumati having a tremendous orgasm all over the priestess’s face, buckling and coiling out all over her, her inner folds of her slit throbbing and leaving a sticky, thick juice all over that beautiful face. She got up off of her slowly, her mind reeling, breath hitching as she tried to breathe normally again, holding her two weapons, charged and ready to go. “I’m…… It’s done…. What do I….”

“Siofra, you need to get on top of me and lay your own blessed pussy against mine, and begin to ride me like you’ve never rode a woman before. As you do, Sumati will penetrate us with the handles and scabbards of the weapons, and the magic will be absorbed into the temple through us. You are of Fyrshalan and Laeshann origin, you should be able to handle Hoethmarr’s blade better than I could. But we must hurry before they lose their charge!” Arundhati was surprisingly coherent as she gave out her commands.

Siofra just nodded and obeyed, laying on top of Arundhati, tits on each other, spreading their legs out and adjusting their thighs and knees so they could begin to trib and ride, as if their bodies were meant to fit together, going back to kissing and nibbling on their lips together, now and again letting their tongues grace the others’ neck enough to leave a mark for later. Sumati, still drained, did her best to get behind the two and slowly insert the enchanted weapon of Terreshala gently into Arundhati, and the enchanted weapon of Hoethmarr into Siofra, lingering more than a moment extra so she could enjoy the feel, the roundness, the contours of the legendary womanizer’s slit and clit, taking a taste of what was dripped onto her finger and savoring it. It was almost enough to make her cum again already.

The three of them worked together inside of that magick circle, their bodies pointed towards the holy altar, the candlelight dancing off them all and leaving incredibly bawdy shadows on the wall, loud enough in their movements, their juices sliding against each other, and their moans that they wouldn’t be surprised if anyone outside could hear them and was figuring out where the hell they went. Sumati helped play with them, jerking the weapons in and out of them slow and hard, watching the priestess and the paladin become a couple of beasts going at each other. No wonder Siofra was known as the She-Wolf, with the way she was railing the priestess under her.

However, not even Siofra can last in bed forever without even one orgasm, and she felt herself peaking, hands digging into Arundhati’s arms and her eyes bolting open, narrow as she bit her own lip, her cheeks glowing red as she huffed and hitched. “I’m gonna…… Fuck…..”

That was the last thing she said or moaned before having a long, strong orgasm felt throughout her whole body, her legs and knees tensing, toes curling, feeling the echoes of the throbbing and uncoiling of her pussy deep within her own ass and growling in delight, spilling everything else she had left onto Sumati’s hand, the weapon she was holding inside of her, and onto Arundhati’s sweet, holy clit, letting out a few more small humps before she was drained.

Arundhati came almost at the same time, the two of them in a sweet duet of moans and groans, their pussy lips just throbbing and quaking with their orgasm, burning like a divine healing through their clits and echoing through their souls to heal them, spilling out the rest of her own juices on Sumati’s other hand and weapon. The one that had been left inside of Siofra’s slit, the one that was once the weapon enchanted by the evil Hoethmarr, was now glowing red.

“By all that is holy…” Sumati gasped. “Did… Did your goddess take hold of the arcane energy inside of it and claim it for her own fiery ends?”

“I… I don’t know…” Siofra began to laugh as she slumped onto Arundhati. “She does what she pleases. And if I please women well, then that’s enough of a tribute that she’ll work a small miracle. If she feels like it. Clearly, she was watching and definitely enjoyed the show, so consider yourself lucky.”

Arundhati stroked Siofra’s face and kisses her lightly once more. “Thank you, She-Wolf, for more than living up to your reputation. These two weapons enchanted into an overdrive can be safely offered to Terreshala and Laeshann now as proof of our alliance and we can call forth their healing magick. Without you or that tongue of yours, we’d be dead right now.”

The paladin couldn’t help but blush brightly and feel her ego swell. “Well, now you have even more details to tell other ladies if they ask, now, don’t you? You own, private stories you can use to enjoy yourself, again and again.”

“Wait… What?” Sumati stared at the weapons, glowing and sticky in her hands. “How are a couple of pussy drenched kujang, one soaked by a priestess of this island and the other by the paladin of the goddess of sucking and fucking or whatever she is, going to work to please Terreshala as a tribute? Did we make her some kind of weird, enchanted dildo or something? Are we going to exchange this for a giant laser cannon that shoots nothing but holy love beams and melts the enemy or something? Please tell me this was for a decent cause, because if you somehow fooled me into thinking this was a better job than what Ramachandra betrayed me over, I absolutely am going to move into a monastery after this is all over. A non-sexy one.”

“Nah. I think you’ll like it. I need you to place them, crossed, soaked as they are, in the middle of the altar here and I’ll say a prayer.” Arundhati reassured her.

The sorceress stepped forward with some hesitation, placing the kujang crossed over on a couple of hooks shooting out of branches conveniently located just above the altar. She stood back and sat down on the ground, looking for her robes and getting dressed again. “I don’t know about you but whatever you’re about to do, I’m not about to pop back out naked when you do it.”

“I mean, you’re covered in hickeys, so everyone’s still going to know what you did, but sure, pretend you have modesty now of all times.” Siofra grinned at her.

“You are an impossible woman to work with, She-Wolf.”

“Not when it comes to threesomes.”

While the two went back to their friendly bickering, Arundhati lit some incense and began to say a prayer to Terreshala and Laeshann, telling them to send thanks along to Fyrshala for the power to do what it was they were about to do. Sure, they’re also grateful for the holy ritual and how you’re supposed to go about it, but priorities dictated they thank them for the hope they’d regained in this fight. In a fight between islands, it was always crucial to be the ones turning the tides, so to speak.

As if answering with fervent approval over the show the three of them just gave, a familiar light began to shine in through the eastern windows. A shine made of golds, reds, whites, oranges, pinks. All familiar and warm colors. Could that be? Was it possibly so?

Were they able to hold out until sunrise?



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