Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 04: The Cleric

Tessarie's thick girlcock forced her open in the purest form of ecstatic pain. Sarah's pussy clamped down on the intruder like a hot, silky vise. Out, out, out, her body tried to push but Sarah hooked her legs around the elf and gave her a reassuring push as she moaned out so loud Isira could have heard it, she was sure.

Keiter hissed softly, pressing his cock deeper into Sarah's mouth until the tip was tickling the back of her throat. She massaged it with her tongue as if it were her own while Tessarie's hands fondled Sarah's form, from one breast to the other, moaning softly as she thrust an inch into Sarah, and then another. She was too cautious, too slow, afraid she'd hurt Sarah but some part of it warmed Sarah's heart.

Sarah's feverish mind conjured an image of the diminutive elf with her eyes shut being careful with every inch and she smiled inwardly at it. Yes, this was right in a temple of Isira, but she would get over herself soon enough. Sarah rolled her hips against the massive intruder, reveling in the stretch of her womanhood as Tessarie pushed more and more into her. Soon she didn't have to move as Tessarie started to take control.

Her breathing became more labored and her thrusting became much slower. For a moment Sarah was sure the girl was going to come. The hot throbbing rod buried in her pulsed once. Twice. Tessarie groaned and started to withdraw-- until Sarah wrapped her legs around her waist and held her in place.

"Keep going!" Keiter hissed as he thrust into Sarah's mouth. His little claws dug into her breasts but it didn't matter any more, Sarah was having too much fun to care about a little pain like that.

To her credit, Tessarie didn't move. She stood there breathing slowly, recomposed herself and then thrust into Sarah experimentally. Once. Twice. . . And on the third stroke she leaned over Sarah and kissed her chest, holding her close as she started to thrust much more intentionally. The high angle pressed Sarah's bowels into the altar as the massive cock made way for itself inside her, plowing though her soaking wetness one thrust at a time.

Tessarie whimpered and mewled, moaned and sighed with every thrust as Sarah's hands massaged Keiter's back and she sucked eagerly at his cock, sealing her mouth around the base of his would-be knot, lapping at his member with every thrust and deep, hard moan that it brought from throat. She was getting more now, six inches was becoming seven and Tessarie's confidence was growing.

Gods, the girl had so much to offer someone, how had Sarah been so lucky to find her-- Keiter jerked forward, arching his back and thrusting deep. Hard. Unrelenting. In perfect time Tessarie tried to jerk out but Sarah dug her boots in to the girl's back and pushed her forward. Right as Keiter shot his first load of cool spunk into Sarah's throat, the girl grabbed Sarah's waist under her ribs and thrust once. Twice. Deeper. She slammed into Sarah's g-spot with every stroke, bringing the half-elf even closer to climax but denying her that sweet release by the sheer force of her demand. In another moment she drew back and slammed into her once again.

This time she plowed through everything Sarah was, stabbing straight through her core until her hips slammed into Sarah's with a meaty fap. Sarah groaned out, choking as Keiter's load gushed into her throat, filling her mouth when she couldn't swallow fast enough. He was still coming when Tessarie drove her massive cock into her again. Again. Her breathing came harder. Sarah wrapped her legs tighter around the girl. Yes, Isira, see what we offer to you, our humble Lady.

Keiter didn't even make the attempt to pull out as he shot more of his sticky sweet seed into his half-elven toy. In seconds his knot was inflating in her mouth in preparation for the real load. Sarah inhaled deeply through her nose, eyes slammed shut. Always the best part--

Tessarie howled the deepest, most guttural cry of pleasure that Sarah had ever heard an elf make and slammed her cock into the deepest reaches of Sarah's pussy, crying out as her orgasm shattered both she and Sarah alike. At once both of them unloaded with an unending stream of seed blasting into both openings at once. Keiter moaned out his goddess's name as he shot his load. It was hard and unending, forcing its way down her throat like a pressure hose putting out the fires of her desire. She didn't even have a chance to swallow as it flooded down her throat and straight into her stomach. His cock throbbed and pulsed against her tongue, for which she dare not move lest she get his load in her lungs instead. Distantly, Sarah could hear Tessarie moaning her name.

The elf had buried herself pelvis deep and wave after wave of her hot semen splattered against Sarah's cervix, beating it in with each throbbing pulse that shot from the unnatural appendage. She slumped over Sarah, thrusting weakly again and again, trying to get every drop out as she sobbed and moaned Sarah's name. For her part in it, Sarah wrapped her thick thighs around the young elf and held her with her boots, letting her fill her again and again. By the time she finally stopped cumming, though, Sarah's stomach was pressing against her vaginal walls. She'd never been so filled before in all her life-- not even the Nightmare had managed what this elf could.

Another thrust at both ends and Sarah felt them both starting to relax a bit. . . But that last thrust, that one Sarah didn't expect, plowed right into her g-spot and sent her over the edge. She clamped down on both her lovers as her own orgasm hit her- a subtle roiling one at first that started in her overstuffed pussy and branched out from there to every fiber of her being. She clenched down on elf and kobold alike as she thrashed forward and back, getting cock at both ends, unable to breathe. She moaned out the only name that came to her mind-- Isira.

Whether it was sweat or something else, she couldn't tell, but Tessarie seemed to have felt it too, she tried to get back up but Sarah's legs kept her pinned. Keiter groaned a low hiss, shot the last of his load into her mouth and pulled out, slumping forward across Sarah's upper body. The three of them panted, fighting for air and enjoying one another's warmth and for a moment Sarah didn't realize that someone was standing beside the altar, looking at them with an amused smile.

She was absolutely gorgeous, stunning and otherworldly beautiful, wreathed in a halo of energy that Sarah recognized instantly as divine power. Their prayers had been heard!

And there she was, under two people, unable to move in the presence of a goddess . . Somehow that just felt wrong. Even to her.

The woman cocked her generous hip out and smiled, looking over the three of them. She nibbled her lower lip and 'hmm'ed with a whimsical lyricalness. "You look like you're having fun."

Keiter looked up. "Eep!" He tumbled forward and slumped to a shaky bow. "Greetings, my Lady!"

The woman chuckled and knelt down in front of the kobold. Tessarie managed to pick her head up from Sarah's chest and look on. Every once in a while her cock would twitch. "Oh--"

"Oh, indeed. . ." Sarah tightened her grip when Tessarie tried to pull out. They looked at each other. The elf slowly settled in. She was already getting hard again as she stroked Sarah's cheek, whimpering.

"You're beautiful." She managed as she slumped forward again, pushing her entire length back where it belonged.

Sarah flinched. She was so full she couldn't move without that bloated sloshing feeling, so she laid there watching the proceeding.

The beautiful woman, it had to have been Isira's avatar, stroked Keiter's chin with her finger and smiled lovingly at him, "You have been so patient, little one. So devoted. I have seen your works and your efforts, tell me, how can I reward you?"

Sarah had forgotten about the other people in the room as she was being pleased atop the altar but when she heard one of the men exclaim "It's Her!", she smiled. This was going to get out. . . For better or worse. "We've been rewarded for our devotion!"

Tessarie snuggled into Sarah as the warm glow the woman radiated began to envelop the entire temple. Even Sarah felt Her pull and awe. The the most didn't know about Isira was that Her portfolio also included physical love, now it was becoming more obvious as the others around the room started groping one another and hugging, bathing in their newfound attraction.

The kobold opened his mouth, staring up at his goddess. Sarah had heard stories of what the goddess would grant to anyone whom she appeared to personally-- even a kobold could ask for and receive their eternal heart's desire if they wished it. Suddenly, asking for help for a friend seemed absolutely trivial.

Sarah wouldn't blame him, of course, Gods, who could?

Keiter took a deep breath and smiled, such as he could, motioning back to the altar they had blessed with their fluids. "My friend. . . My friend needs help."

The startlingly beautiful woman's eyes turned to Sarah and a subtle knowing smirk lit her face. "Does she? Is this what you wish, my loyal servant and friend?"

He didn't hesitate. He nodded.

Isira's eyes lit up with mirth. "Always eager to please another, and this is why I bless you." She kissed the crown of his scaly head. "As for you," her gaze turned to Sarah once more. Tessarie's cock hardened instantly and plugged Sarah's gaping pussy.

Sarah squirmed from the sudden pressure but she couldn't do anything about it. "Ah- ah-- I--"

"Cat got your tongue?" She grinned knowingly. "Ah, yes. The sweetest of elves. . ." In two feline strides she was in front of the altar, her finger graced the tender flesh of Tessarie's sweaty brow. "You have much to learn little one."

Sarah could feel the spark of divine magic roll through them both and her body reacted with an orgasm instantly. Tessarie whimpered. Mewled. "Oh-gods-" She thrust forward deeply into Sarah's already flooded cunt and blasted another unending load into her, almost to the point of tears, they both climaxed together unashamedly. The thick, hot fluid poured freely from around the olive skinned girlcock and dribbled down Sarah's ass. Every time the girl tried to pull out, she started coming all over again and in mere moments she was laying atop Sarah in an orgasm induced blackout.

Isira blushed faintly and giggled a celestial hymn of amusement that turned into a laugh when Sarah looked up at her. "Poor girl."

Sarah sighed, pinned by the dead weight of the small elf and, unable to move, "Gods above, she has no willpower."

"So I see!" Isira stroked Sarah's hair out of her face. "My servant tells me you need help, child-who-could-have been?"

Sarah closed her eyes, reveling in the touch. "I've no one I can appeal to, I need guidance."

"Well, I suppose I've got a few minutes, what's up?"

"I conned a near-ancient red dragon out of a good portion of his hoard, made off with said money and disappeared. Now, said dragon is out to take his vengeance."

"Annnd this is an issue I can help with, becauseeee?"

"Were I to ask my god, I'm sure he would tell me to invent a way out of it! I'm trying not to get eaten-- or horribly mutilated."

"Sooooo you--" She laughed lithely. "You kill it. Obviously!"

"Kill it. . ."

"Kill it. Dead. Not a hard concept to understand!"

Sarah muddled over the thought for a moment. It made sense. . . "How?"

"Throw a party or something, bring people, kill the big scary dragon thing and get on with your life!"

"Uh. .. huh."

"Look at it this way." She stepped around the altar and leaned over it so she was looking down on Sarah, her hair forming a curtain on either side of their faces. She leaned in just enough to tease Sarah's lips with what they could never have. "You kill it, you get its stuff and you never have to look over your shoulder again."

"I. . . I suppose, but--" She put her finger to Sarah's lips.

"Kill it. I command you. Bring beauty to that part of the world and I will give you what you want most."

Sarah stared at her. Could she possibly?

Don't you think you deserve it, dear Sarah? Do this task and you will have what you desire most in this life and in the next.

Sarah took a long, deep breath and nodded slowly.

"Good!" Isira stood up with a playful wink. "I'm sure you'll do just fine." With that, she turned to Kieter and took his little hand. "Now, as for what you really want. . . Let's go to your room."

Sarah, pinned under a futa elf with a stomach full of cum, watched the kobold and the avatar of his goddess walk through the crumbling house-turned-temple, wondering just how she was going to kill a dragon.

And that, many agreed, was the first step to Isira becoming the most powerful faith in the eastern kingdom.