NOVEL WEB Chapter 561: The Priestesses (5)
"OHH… GODS… IT'S HUGE!" Nessa shouted, her voice raw with ecstasy as her cave stretched to accommodate him, her body arching against the shelf. "YOUR HOLY LOAD… I NEED IT!" Her words were a desperate plea, her hips bucking to meet his thrusts. The wet "squelch… squelch…" of their union mingled with the "slap… slap…" of flesh, a primal rhythm that filled the chamber. His hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into her soft flesh, holding her steady as he moved deeper, each thrust a vow of passion.
Talyra, still trembling from her climax, pressed against his side, her lips brushing his shoulder. "Slrp… nnh… Your Highness… it's so beautiful…" she murmured, her tongue tracing slow arcs against his skin, her berry-sweet taste lingering. Her hands roamed his back, nails grazing his muscles as she whispered, "I want your child… please…"
Mikhailis's thrusts grew more urgent, his length throbbing inside Nessa's cave as the pressure built again. Her cries—"OHH… YES… IT'S TOO MUCH!"—echoed through the Grove, her body shuddering as her cave clenched around him, a fresh wave of her juices spilling. With a final, powerful thrust, he released his holy load, a warm, thick flood that filled her, spilling over in glistening streams. "OHH… GODS… THERE'S SO MUCH!" Nessa screamed, her voice breaking as her body convulsed, her cave pulsing with pleasure. "IT'S MAKING ME CRAZY… YOUR HOLY LOAD… IT'S TOO GOOD!" Her words were a fervent chant, her eyes shining with bliss as the excess dripped down her thighs, pooling on the moss.
The trio collapsed together, bodies entwined on the moss-woven cushions, their breaths ragged, their skin slick with sweat and the remnants of their passion. The Grove hummed softly, its heartbeat slowing, as if sated by their offering. Mikhailis's hands rested on their waists, his lips brushing their foreheads in a tender, reverent gesture. "You're both… incredible…" he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Talyra's lips curved into a dazed smile, her voice soft. "Your holy load… it's a gift… I want more…" Nessa nodded, her eyes still glassy with desire. "Please… Your Highness… give us everything…" The air was still, the tension replaced by a quiet intimacy, a bond forged in the heat of their forbidden dance, witnessed only by the ancient, breathing shelves.
The Breathing Library thrummed with a quiet reverence, its ancient roots pulsing softly as if savoring the lingering heat of the forbidden ritual that had unfolded. The air was thick with the musky scent of arousal, starwater, and the sweet tang of sweat, a primal perfume that clung to the moss-woven cushions and the disheveled forms of Mikhailis, Talyra, and Nessa. The priestesses' moonweave robes, now tangled and damp, hung loosely on their dark, glistening skin, their silver hair spilling in wild, radiant cascades. Talyra's rounded elven ears twitched with each shuddering breath, her full lips flushed a deep rose, parted as she caught her breath. Nessa's angular ears framed her face like delicate daggers, her eyes still shimmering with a fevered glow of desire. In their unraveling, they were not just beautiful but incandescent, their arousal a palpable force that seemed to resonate with the Grove's own heartbeat.
Mikhailis lay back on the moss, his chest heaving, his strong hands resting lightly on the priestesses' waists as they nestled against him. His robes, once pristine, were now askew, the fabric clinging to his sweat-slicked skin. The air was heavy with the remnants of their passion, the glistening trails of their shared fluids pooling on the moss below, catching the soft glow of the enchanted lanterns. Talyra's gaze drifted downward, her breath catching as she noticed a thick, pearlescent stream of Mikhailis's holy load slipping from her cave, trailing down her thigh and threatening to stain the edge of his robe. "Oh… Your Highness…" she murmured, her voice a mix of awe and concern. "It's… it's going to ruin your sacred robes…"
Nessa's eyes followed, her lips parting as she saw the same glistening excess dripping from her own cave, a slow, viscous rivulet that shimmered in the dim light. "We can't let it…" she whispered, her voice husky with lingering desire. Their eyes met, a silent agreement passing between them, their arousal reigniting like embers stirred by a breeze. Without a word, they moved, their bodies fluid and graceful as they shifted to kneel before Mikhailis, their faces inches from his still-throbbing length.
Talyra leaned in first, her silver hair brushing against his thigh as her lips parted, her tongue darting out to catch the stray droplets. "Slrp… mmm…" The sound was soft, reverent, a wet lapping as her tongue traced the length of him, savoring the warm, salty-sweet taste of his holy load. It was thick, coating her tongue like a sacred elixir, its flavor a heady mix of musk and something almost divine, like starwater distilled into liquid fire. "Nnh… it's so good…" she murmured, her voice trembling as her lips closed around him, sucking gently to clean every trace.
Nessa joined her, her angular ears twitching as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lap at the glistening excess. "Slrp… haah…" Her movements were hungrier, more urgent, her tongue swirling in quick, teasing arcs, catching every drop that threatened to fall. The taste was intoxicating, a blend of earthy warmth and a faint, minty coolness that lingered on her palate, grounding her even as her body burned with renewed need. "Mmm… Your Highness… it's like holy water…" she whispered, her voice thick with reverence as her lips worked alongside Talyra's, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other in a fleeting, electric touch.
The sight of them, their dark skin glowing, their silver hair tangled and wild, their lips and tongues working in tandem, sent a surge of heat through Mikhailis. His length twitched, hardening again under their ministrations, the "slrp… slrp…" of their licking a rhythmic hymn that echoed through the chamber. His strong hands reached out, fingers threading through their hair, guiding them gently but firmly as their tongues danced over him, cleaning every trace of his release. "You're… incredible…" he murmured, his voice low and husky, his breath hitching as their warmth enveloped him.
Talyra's eyes fluttered up to meet his, her lips glistening as she pulled back slightly, a thin strand of his load clinging to her lower lip. "Slrp… nnh… there's so much of your holy load…" she said, her voice a fervent prayer. "It's driving me wild… I want it all…" Her tongue darted out again, lapping at the tip of his length, drawing a low groan from Mikhailis as her lips closed around him once more, sucking with a desperate, worshipful intensity.
Nessa's hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as her tongue swirled around him, catching every last drop. "Slrp… mmm… it's too good… Your holy load is divine…" she murmured, her voice breaking with pleasure as she licked and sucked, her lips meeting Talyra's in a messy, passionate exchange. The wet sounds of their efforts—"slrp… squelch…"—mingled with the soft "slap… slap…" of their hands against his skin, a primal cadence that filled the Grove.
The pressure built again, a tidal wave of heat surging through Mikhailis as their tongues worked relentlessly, their lips worshipping him like a sacred relic. His hands tightened in their hair, his breath ragged as he felt the release approaching. "Gods… you're too much…" he groaned, his voice thick with desire. With a final, shuddering thrust, he released another holy load, a thick, warm flood that spilled into their waiting mouths.
"OHH… GODS… THERE'S SO MUCH!" Talyra shouted, her voice raw with ecstasy as the hot, viscous stream coated her tongue, filling her mouth with its divine warmth. She swallowed eagerly, her throat working to take it all, a few droplets escaping to trickle down her chin, glistening like pearls against her dark skin. "IT'S MAKING ME CRAZY… YOUR HOLY LOAD IS PERFECT!" she cried, her eyes shining with bliss as she licked her lips, savoring every drop.
Nessa's moan was muffled as she drank deeply, her lips sealed around him, her tongue swirling to catch every bit of the sacred release. "OHH… YES… IT'S TOO GOOD!" she shouted, her voice breaking as the excess spilled over, dripping onto her chest, staining the moonweave robe with its shimmering warmth. "WE DRANK IT ALL… YOUR HOLY LOAD IS OURS!"