The Lost Colony

Chapter 14

"The priestess will see you now."

As the service concluded, Lell escorted Sparr through the hall. Cleared of supplicants, maidens, and princes, the room felt bare and pointless. Only the sound of a few giggling maidens slipping from the curtained alcoves reminded Sparr of the desires and deals made just half an hour earlier.

Liette's private chambers were more fitting for a queen than a priestess. Sparr didn't see a throne, but the couches, tapestries, rugs, and fixtures were unlike anything he had seen on Kaybe. Liette herself reclined on one of the sprawling couches, sipping wine. Kess stood behind her nervously, her eyes flickering between Sparr, Lell, and Liette.

The priestess looked much as she had the first day at the slave auction. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a single braid, decorated with glittering ornaments of glass, jewels, and burnished metal. Liette had loosened her gown, revealing enticingly deep cleavage. Her eyes swept over Sparr lazily.

"Do you know why you're here?" Liette asked.

Did here mean the temple or Liette's chambers?

"I believe Kess spoke for me," he said.

Liette smiled almost imperceptibly. "Yes, she did. And do you know what she said?"

There were few things, Sparr suspected, that would drive Liette to defy the Governor as she had. Given the blatantly s****l foundations of the temple, he could guess what Kess had told the priestess, but had the maiden told of their intimacy?

The Urst asked us to bathe the night before the auction. We all saw each other disrobe."

"Mmmm, you're a cautious one, aren't you?" Liette reached a hand inside her robe. "Kess, tell him what you shared with me."

Kess flushed. "I... I thought that the temple..."

"Oh, Omm!" swore Lell, impatiently. "She told Liette you had a big cock."

Kess fell silent. Lell laughed.

"Yes, exactly," Liette said. "Let's see it then."

Lell unfastened the clasp on Sparr's wrap, and with a touch of showmanship, tugged it away slowly. His partially engorged c**k swung into view.

"Mmmm," Liette said. The priestess took a sip of wine without taking her eyes from Sparr's organ.

"f**k!" Lell exclaimed.

"Kess, you certainly didn't exaggerate." Liette was more reserved than Lell, but Sparr caught an unmistakable spark of desire in her eyes.

"No, Liette." Kess turned her eyes to Sparr, a hopeful smile on her face.

"Hold him," Liette said. "Get him ready." The priestess squeezed and fondled her breasts beneath the robe.

Lell jumped at the opportunity. Standing just behind Sparr, she reached around, stroked his shaft, then hefted the organ. Delicate fingers encircled him, squeezing and fondling Sparr's quickly swelling c**k. With her free hand, the brunette reached between Sparr's legs to tug on his sack.

"His balls are plump," Lell moaned. "He's ready to fill you."

For a moment Liette said nothing. Her eyes slid shut as she kneaded her ample breasts, pinching and teasing her n*****s. Only after almost a minute of touching herself did the priestess seem to remember her guests. She opened her eyes.

"They called you Animal in the arena, did they not?"

"Yes," Sparr grunted. Lell's soft hands on his c**k had him stiff.

"Do you f**k like an animal, too?"

"Yes!" After being sucked by Phia and Velyn earlier, then teased by Lell, Sparr would have said anything. He ached for release.

"Shall we leave you?" Lell asked. She released her grip on Sparr's c**k and stepped back.

"Oh, oh no," Liette said, a sly grin growing on her face. "Animal, tell me," she said, her gaze turning to Lell, "do you like her."

He did. Sparr had been drawn to the confident, quietly sexy priestess immediately. Having her hands on his body had only heightened the attraction. Sparr turned to Lell, drinking in the sight before turning back to Liette.

"Yes," he panted.

Liette smiled and nodded. "Then take her," she said. "Take her rough, like an animal. Take her now!"

"Liette, I thought... I thought that-" Lell's composure faltered as she took half a step back.

"He will have you." Liette still smiled, but her voice was granite. "Give yourself to him, Lell."

Sparr was in no mood to wait for the dynamic between the two priestesses to play out. Taking Lell's hand, he pulled her to a large couch opposite Liette. He lay her down. While the priestess looked at him through worried eyes, he opened her robe. The brunette's body was slim and soft, pale from a life spent mostly within the temple. Sparr went to kiss her, but she quickly turned away.

"No," Lell whispered, lips pressed against Sparr's ear. "You're an animal, remember? You have to take me."

Sparr understood. He turned Lell, and in a single motion, tore the robe in half. A spray of pale blue threads floated away. Lell gasped.

"Mmmm," Liette moaned. By now her own robe was almost completely open. The blonde continued to knead and pinch a breast with one hand, while the other crept toward her slit.

Sparr guided Lell's mouth to his c**k. He had softened little, his c**k still eager. Lell's lips parted. For the second time that day, Sparr felt the blissful sensation of tongue and lips against the head of his c**k. Unlike the previous session, he had no intention of only being teased.

"Yeah," he said. "Good." Resting a hand against the priestess' head, Sparr pushed further, the head and first two inches of his c**k exploring her mouth. Lell's brow furrowed as she almost gagged at the intrusion of male flesh. Sparr withdrew to let her catch her breath, then plunged forward again.

"Oooh, yes," Liette said.

Sparr found Lell's limit and tested it. The brunette could take almost half of his c**k into her throat before retching. It was enough. Sparr pumped her mouth, reveling in the silky feel of Lell's lips and tongue. Meanwhile, he ran his free hand down and across her willowy body, cupping and teasing her small breasts.

"Mmmmph," Lell groaned past the c**k in her mouth.

"Yeah," Sparr said, huskily. "Suck it." He held her in place while pushing the fat head of his organ as deep as the priestess could accept.

"Use her mouth, yes." Liette flicked and circled her c**t, but didn't take her eyes off the erotic scene playing out before her. "Take what you want."

Pleasure swirled around Sparr's c**k, jolts of hot bliss shooting into his core. He groaned, dimly aware that he was moving inexorably toward release. His c**k was achingly hard. Sparr's eyes slid shut as he allowed the moment to wash over him.

"f**k, it's good," he moaned. "That mouth."

Lell pulled free, strings of saliva slapping against her cheek. "Just my mouth?" she panted.

Sparr took the hint. "Let's find out."

He pulled Lell to the edge of the couch. The priestess' skin was porcelain against the riotously colorful fabric. Sparr swatted away the remaining shreds of her robe and parted her legs. Lell allowed it, but as she stared at his bursting c**k, a trace of worry flashed across her face. Just as quickly, it faded.

"Yes," she said, softly.

One knee on the edge of the couch, Sparr slid a hand down Lell's thigh and across her glistening slit. He didn't even have to slip in a finger to know she was wet and ready. Sparr guided his c**k forward.

'Unh," Lell gasped as the head parted her lips.

Sparr teased her a moment with shallow strokes. Once the head was slick with Lell's desire, he pushed forward again. Snugness greeted him, a blissful, wet home for his shaft. Sparr repeated the teasing thrusts, saturating his c**k. Somehow he resisted the urge to impale her.

"Mmmm," Liette moaned. Her fingers flew over her slit while with her other hand she pinched and tugged at a breast. "She's yours. Take her."

Sparr and Lell locked eyes. She watched him intently as slowly he turned the corner from cautious strokes to increasingly selfish pumping. The priestess' brow knitted, but she gave no sign of outright pain. She offered herself to him.

"Nnnnh," Sparr grunted. Even before he had completely buried his c**k, dangerous tendrils of hot, insistent pleasure began to swirl through him. "You're so wet."

"f**k, you're hard," Lell gasped. She was staring at Sparr's c**k as he eased it ever deeper into her gash. "I want it all!"

"Take it then," Sparr said. "Take my cock." He was already drenched in her slickness. Sparr spread her legs even farther, and with a single pump, buried his c**k.

"Ahhhhhhhh," Lel cried out, arching her back. Her hands clutched uselessly at the couch. "Oh, fuck."

Liette was entranced. Her eyes darted over the ecstatic couple f*****g less than five meters away. She curled first one finger into her slit, then another. Though her eyes were half-shut, her attention was complete.

"Like that," Sparr grunted. "So sweet for me."

"Nnnnh," Lell panted, still recovering.

The two fell into a rhythm. Sparr pumped steadily, soaking up the sight of the submissive brunette before him. Lell's slim, pale body was like a toy, something for him to enjoy however he wished. Now that he had conquered her gash, Sparr was at leisure to savor the moment. He took his time, neither rushing toward release nor easing off. She was his to enjoy.

Still, as good as Sparr's staying power was, every man has limits. With his c**k saturated in the brunette's slickness, each thrust took him farther toward the edge. The nuanced relationship between the two priestesses only stoked his arousal. Lell gave every sign of being a confident, powerful woman. The way she had sized Sparr up, commanded the two maidens, and brazenly flirted with him spoke to her maturity. Yet with Liette present, the brunette fell immediately into a submissive role. Compliantly, Lell gave her body up.

As if reading his mind, Liette spoke up. "No," she said. Her pale eyes had crept back open. "No, take her like an animal. Mount her."

"Oh, god," Lell whispered.

Sparr pulled free, his glistening organ swinging in a broad arc. "Here," he said, guiding Lell to her hands and knees. He turned her to face Liette and approached her from behind.

"Mmmmmm, yes," groaned Liette. Her fingers twisted inside of her slit.

"Oh," Lell said, as Sparr's c**k once again brushed her.

He took her without hesitation. Lell's already dripping gash welcomed his shaft, offering snug warmth. Sparr drove in, knowing immediately he would finish in doggy. The priestess' slit was too sweet, too ready. His hips slapped against Lell's ass.

"Nnnnnh," Sparr gasped. "f**k yeah." His pace built, an unsustainable rhythm that would take him over the edge. He gripped the brunette's hips, holding her in place as he ravaged her depths.

"Yes," panted Liette. "f**k her hard! She's only ever had the pretty boys, not a beast like you." The blonde was completely lost to the fantasy she had created. Sparr and Lell weren't lovers. To her, he was an animal violating and consuming the younger priestess. Liette's fingers danced across her slit. She would c*m soon.

Sparr wouldn't be far behind her. His day had started by being bathed, shaved, and sucked by two beauties. Lell had driven him further with her flirting, fondling, and stroking of his c**k. Now, finally in control, he plunged into her slit recklessly. He wouldn't be denied.

"Oh, oh f**k!" moaned Lell. On hands and knees, she faced Liette. The two locked eyes as Sparr pounded the brunette. "He's... oh god," Lell panted. "He's so f*****g hard. So big."

"You're so tight. So sweet," Sparr groaned. "That pussy." Every thrust was a ramrod, spearing Lell's depths.

"Finish her, take her!" Liette said. "She's yours."

"Oh please..." panted Lell. Her ass shook as Sparr pumped her. Wild brunette curls tossed and whipped as the partners ground and slapped together.

"Yes, he's destroying you!" Liette's eyes were wide, aroused.

"He's in me so deep," Lell panted in reply, "stretching me open."

"Unnnnh, oh f**k!" The scene was too much. Sparr neared the edge, aroused by the filthy talk and Lell's trembling body.

"Oh god, yes, my p***y!" The brunette's slit clamped down on the invading shaft. "I'm... I'm going to... oh!"

"Ooooooooooooh!" Liette came first, her eyes snapping shut. The priestess shuddered as her fingers dug into her slit, twisting out an orgasmic wave. "Nnnnah!"

"Faaaaawk," Sparr gasped. He tumbled into the welcoming abyss. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck." He buried his c**k, held it deep, and released a shot of hot seed.

Lell came with him, as Sparr's final, rough thrusts pushed her over the edge. "Ahhhhhh," she cried out. "It's, oh f**k!"