The Confessional closed, ending another day of heavy use. With only two male members the demand tends to back up. After Thera's shift yesterday, Rosen thought it would be good to give people on the other side a turn. Plip thought this meant it was going to be Nash's day. Plip was wrong.
Exiting the small booth, his face was covered in smeared lipstick. His hand, tongue and quite a few other places were incredibly sore. His eyes were still adjusting to the waning sunlight, making him almost miss the large green hand bearing a hot, wet towel.
"Nothah long day in paradise, eh?" Nash grins.
Plip takes the towel and starts removing layers of lipstick in all the colors of the rainbow.
"Must be nice to have a day just cooking for some bored housewives."
Nash laughs hardily.
"Yeh know as well as I they come here to not be bored. Sides, I had a rough one s'well."
Plip puts the towel into his pants and starts rubbing away more lipstick.
"I doubt that."
"Doubt all yeh wants. I ain't getting a full mast for bout a week."
"Yeah, probably not, either."
Just then, Rosen and Sam entered. Golden hair shone brilliantly as if the Sun God had graced them with their presence. Sam turns to them, smiling sweetly and giving a small wave with a delicate, porcelain hand. Oceanic eyes taking a moment to look briefly into each of theirs. Then Sam turned away and left them and their hanging jaws.
"Ehh, are you, you know."
"Like ah Maypole in Autumn lad."
Plip turned to Nash indignantly.
"I'm like 20 years older than you."
Teaching day was over. Students made their way out and those spending the night started coming in. The sun was setting and cold darkness would be arriving very soon. Students left and residents made their way in. Supper started being served to the masses. Nash was still recovering so tonight was just a simple soup of cabbage, lentils, barely, carrots, cheese, sausage, a careful blend of herbs and a few hearty marrow bones. With fresh bread and butter, of course.
Thankfully they were able to actually enjoy their meal this time. Sam finally decided to eat a proper meal. Was still less than the rest, including Sugar, but a start. Sam seemed far more interested in helping to pass the food out. Making sure everyone got their share. Line seemed to move slower than normal. Probably people lagging behind to get a closer look. Best not let Sam do that again. Half the room was served cold soup.
Sleep came faster for some than others. The night would not be truly quiet for a while longer. Some would read by candle light. Others sing and share stories of their travels. Those who need privacy make their way to the Eastern wings. Those rooms are a little cramped but very comfortable. Good thing we make sure to clean them out twice a day. Tomorrow will be an exceptionally busy day. So the clergy make sure to go to bed early. The day of teaching is one of the least strenuous, at least it's meant to be, so it's the best way to keep their important parts rested.
It's best to have the same mentality when going to bed as well. Though some seem to disagree. Thera has planted herself right outside Sam's door. Making one final attempt at landing that white whale. She's swapped outfit once again. No more playing around with games. All she's got on is a garter belt, stockings and a wicked smile.
"Let's not pretend anymore. We both know there is something between us. How about I pour us some wine, light a few scented candles and oh come On I Didn't even get to the Good PARTS!"
Sam's door slammed with Thera on the wrong side of it. Rosen couldn't remember the last time she tried this hard and failed this spectacularly. She really wanted to be the first one to prune Sam's flowerbed. Of course she's hardly the only one guilty of this. Rosen herself was imagining how good those perfect lips would feel around her lady cock for half the day. And the other half was imagining much the same but with her shaved cunt.
Down the hall, it looks like it's not going to be an especially restful night. Joizz skips happily into Nash's room. Blush nervously pulls Plip into hers, as if that was something to be ashamed of. And Sugar found another scoundrel. She's never going to learn, is she? As for Rosen herself, there is a depressed Thera a few feet away.
"There there." Rosen speaks extra softly at the dejected Drow. "Want to call in the favor?"
Rosen undoes her secret buttons, opening her dress as an invitation. Thera had seen those breasts a hundred times before. And she was hoping to get to see them a thousand times more. Thera doesn't speak her answer. She just pulls Rosen into her room.
Eros Clergy spend most of their time on their backs or on their knees. Their job is the pleasure of others after all. Because of this it is in their nature to be rather submissive, or at least have a submissive lean. Thera, for her part, was always a top. She prefers to be the one in charge. A luxury she rarely gets to have these days. And she planned to savor it.
They started as soon as the door was closed. Lips meeting under the moonlight. A dress dropping to the floor. Hands exploring familiar yet exciting grounds. Rosen allowed herself to be dragged across the room and plopped upon Thera's soft bed. Black hands caressing her every curve while blue lipstick smeared against her neck. Thera's left hand squeezed Rosen's left breast just a bit too enthusiastically as her right fingers started to force their way between tan legs.
"Slow down there. We just got started."
"I'm in charge tonight." Thera spoke with a tit in her mouth. "I say how fast we go."
"You're in charge because I'm letting you be."
Thera pulled herself back, rolling her green eyes as she did.
"Fine." She pulls down the fabric between Rosen's legs that stood in her way. "I'll go easy. But I still get to decide what we do."
"I can live with that."
"Great. Now spread them."
Thera's lips met Rosen's lower lips before she was even done opening her legs. Favoring a one sided make out session over breathing. Rosen has been tasted by many people. Thera will never be the best, unfortunately those with longer and thicker tongues have too great an advantage. However, Thera is one of the most enthusiastic Rosen has ever seen.
"Hey now. I know I'm delicious but we have all night."
Thera ignored Rosen, burying herself deeper into Rosen's body. One hand gripping a tan thigh as the other pressed two fingers into the sopping, waiting slit. She began to encircle Rosen's most sensitive place. Thera kept things interesting, changing the pattern every few seconds. Swirling then slashing then writing a Z. Her fingers spread, then digging then piercing deep to vibrate wildly. She was using enough tricks to keep things going for hours in just a few minutes. Even Rosen was losing this battle to such an assault. Rapidly reaching the edge of sweet release.
"There it is. I'm almost there. Please, don't stop. Don't Stop DON'T Sttt… Why did you stop?"
Thera rises up from between the sopping mess she made. All stimulation crashing to a halt. She wipes excess essence from her face with an evil glint in her eyes.
"Paybacks a bitch and so am I."
Rosen can't help but scoff as she lowers her hand to finish the job herself. Only to be intercepted by Thera, who pulls her arms far to the side while coming in close enough Rosen could smell her own juices on Thera's lips.
"Uh-uh. Got to earn this one."
Their upper lips meet, with the added distinct flavor of lower lips. Thera then flipped her body, her feet briefly scraping the roof, before planting themselves to the sides of Rosen's head. Her black legs wrapped around tan arms to keep them pinned while she pushed her silver framed pussy into Rosen's face.
"Don't rush, we have all night." Thera purred mockingly.
Hot breath blew against the Drow's inner most parts. Rosen met the challenge begrudgingly. She figured she had this coming after all that teasing. Time to pay the piper. And boy, was she going to pay. Pink energy filled Rosen's mouth. Thera was playing dirty. Now it's Rosen's turn to be the bitch.
Rosen slid her tongue into Thera. Then she slid in more. Then more. Coiling and stirring as it continues to fill her. Thera wasn't expecting Rosen to go this hard on her. SHe tried to hide how good it felt. Didn't want Rosen to know she was winning. But it was just too good. Her hips began to rock on their own. Her toes curled and back stiffened. She started to rub and tug at her left breast while her right hand brushed through her silver hair. Thera bit her lip, trying to contain the moans.
"OOOooohhh Eros fuck me."
It didn't work. Despite everything, Rosen was still the superior. And was fast on track to make Thera cum much faster than she was able to not finish Rosen. It would be frustrating if it didn't feel so damn good.
"Come here you slut in nuns clothing."
Thera grabbed tightly on Rosen's red hair and pulled, forcing her head forward while pushing back with her hips. It was Rosen's turn to not breathe now.
"That's it. Take me to Eros take me to Eros take meee to youuur whore God ErrrooOS!"
Thera is not ordinarily a squirter. This time she was. Clear liquid shooting out, directly into Rosen's already muffled face. Waterboarding her with love parts. The Drow was too engrossed with her own pleasure to notice as she accidentally put Rosen through literal torture. They stayed like this for a few intensely long moments, till Thera collapsed. Plopping onto her back, now laying across Rosen's soft tan body as her pussy continues to twitch and leak a few last drops. It took a while for her head to stop spinning and notice Rosen's coughing between her black legs.
"W-what's the.. Matter." Thera spoke between heavy breaths. "Too, too much woman, even.. For oOOUP-"
Rosen's attack was fast and precise. Before Thera realised it she was now the one pinned to the bed with a tan beauty barring down upon her. There was genuine anger in those Hazel eyes.
"What? You said I was in charge. Not my fault you have trouble keeping a deal."
A flash of pink and a meaty slap draw Tera's gaze downward. There Rosen's infamous magic cock was laying on her belly, flaccid but rapidly hardening, its head well above Thera's belly button.
"Oh fine. You really are no better than those men out there, you know that?"
Rosen cupped her own breasts. More pink magic engulfed them. Shrinking them down from an impressive E to a diminutive B. As they disappeared, another part grew. Before long Rosen's lower ead was threatening Thera's own chest. It went from thick to thiccck. THera then did the same to her ample ass, going from a full carriage to a baby stroller. In exchange, the head filled into a flare. Groves and bumps and other textures covered the shaft. The base bulged into a knot. And her lovely pussy vanished entirely, replaced by huge hairy balls swinging low. Rosen went from impressive to life threatening.
"Uhhhhhhh…" Thera tried to find her words past the sheer awe. "C-can we, maybe just cuddle?"
There was a hard push. A black stomach bulged. There was a slap as the only thing that did not leave mortal sight was the knot. Two womanly screams of pleasure erupted in unison. Forcing Rosen and Thera to take a moment to slow down and enjoy.
There is a famous, or I should probably say infamous, Adventurer of old who had claimed to have bedded every race in all the known world. What's more, he created a tome that listed all their best and worst features. Ranking them all on their merits in many categories. In regards to who had the best whispering eyes, he listed the top 5 as follows.
First was the Elder Succubus. This made sense to all as even a low rank Succubus could cause all but the most devout of Vestalia's followers to break their oaths. And Elder Succubus, who has honed their skills for many centuries, must be something beyond comprehension.
Next was Angels. There are many who have lived their entire lives in devotion to the great churches who have never seen an angel, let alone bedded one. Some claim this to be a mere lie. Though to his credit, he only lays claim to the lowest possible branch of Angel and says that her skills and enthusiasm were both severely lacking. However, her body was so immensely pure that the only reason she didn't beat the Elder Succubus was the severe difference in experience.
Third was Dragons. And he stressed full sized true form dragons, north heir lesser format that most are used to. As even the smallest dragons will be larger than your average manor, how he accomplished such a feat is not known. He claimed it took almost three years of work, but was all with it.
Fourth was the Deep Sea Mermaids. Mermaids already rival succubus as one of the most sought after and seductive races commonly known. The deep sea variety is very seclusive and mysterious to us land dwellers. Their forms being far more monstrous and fish-forward than the half Mankin beauties better known at the ocean's surface. Yet somehow this brings out even more bodily pleasures.
And last but not least was Elves. Just elves. High or low, light or dark, a hundred or a thousand years old. None of that mattered. Elves of all kinds are queens of tight, tasty, ever demanding cock warming cunts. With her absolute monster deep inside one herself, Rosen had to agree.
Thera is stretchy, much like Joizz, molding around whatever enters it. She has a capacity that almost rivals Moo despite their significant difference in size. Yet she's tight, second only to our own tiny Sugar. Her inner walls are textured and gripping much like Blush. And that does not even get into the many other qualities she possesses we do not. From the slick, lasting secretions to the tight yet accommodating hips to even just the smell which is so close to fresh lilacs. Thera has often asked why, when she is in Confessional, all anyone cares about is her pussy. To which Rosen must bite her tongue to not say that it's all she ever cares about either.
Finally, Rosen gained enough composure to move. Slowly she pulled out, every inch feeling like a whole session in itself as it slid out. Thera squirmed and shook as well, trying to contain what slim shard of composer she still possessed. The outer ridges of Rosen rubbed and bumped against the inner ones of Thera. Something as simple as slight movement was already pushing orgasm for Rosen. Thera did orgasm, multiple times, her insides spasming, which did not help the sheer overstimulation. The problem was not only that Thera felt unbelievably amazing nor that there was so much surface on Rosen's oversized member to feel every tiny sensation. It was that it was just too sensitive. Her ability to create a penis was already advanced beyond Rosen's years. Something like this would take a true master in the craft of Eromancy to perfect. The form was right and it maintained shape well, but it was just so sensitive. Even the still air was stimulating.
After an eternity, Rosen got it out. The very tip of the flared head just barely still inside of Thera. The Drow collapsed, finally free of her pleasurable torment. Their eyes met. An evil glint in Rosen's eye. Before Thera could say anything to oppose, back it went. All the way not just to the knot, but past it. The bulbous round bump pushed inside making sure nothing was left out of that hot, tight, heavenly Drow.
Thera came a dozen times in half a second. That would have easily been enough to make Rosen do the same, had she not already been unloading by the halfway point. Those massive balls retracted and pulsed as load after load of thick, creamy cum began filling that tight black cervix more than it already was. Her bulging stomach stretched even more. She started to look pregnant. The massive cock inside her with all its catches and thick plug kept any from escaping. She had no choice but to accept it all.
They lay there for a while, both too exhausted to do anything else. What could have been minutes or hours passed until they had recovered.
"So." Thera was the first to break the silence. "You want to get out of me now or…"
"Can't. Stuck."
"Just make it shrink or something."
"Can't. Doesn't work that way."
"What do you mean it doesn't work that way? I've seen you make that thing appear and disappear like a magic coin at a bad children's party."
"I can't do anything to it while I'm cumming."
"You are still coming inside of me?!!"
"Yeah, I over did it with the balls. This might take a while."
"Great. I used up a favor for this."
"I'll let you have this one as a free-be. You can call that in another time. Just, maybe not any time soon."
"Deal. Just let me know when you're done."
"You'll know when I'm done. By the way, you wouldn't happen to have a bucket, would you? It's going to make quite a mess."
Playful admonishing continued well into the night. So distracted with each other, neither noticed they were being watched. Their door, open but a hair, shut quietly. A figure walked across the hall. Another door was carefully, subtly pried open so that their eyes may see the treasures inside.
"Does this really help you get over your phobia if I can't actually see anything?"
Plip had no issues with games involving blindfolds and tied wrists. He just wasn't usually the one to wear them. On top was Blush, nude as the day she was born, riding his big, hairy halfling body like an unruly horse.
"Y-yes. Now let me continue. I need to get used to this."
Blush took total control. Grinding and pounding at her own pace. Feeling the thick halfling hair between her long fingers. Nipping and licking his neck. THere was a lack of confidence in her every action which she pushed through nonetheless.
"You can see me. See my bare scales. She my shame."
The blindfold remained on Plip tight. As far as Blush knew nobody could see her. How wrong she was.
"All eyes on me. Watching me as I, I, hmm. I don't think I can do this."
Blush falters. The mere thought of being seen is too much. She begins to raise off Plip's waist. Until she is pulled down. Plip's hands, free from the bindings, keeping her from fleeing. He holds her waist and thrust upwards, keeping the rhythm going.
"I can see you." Plip says with the fabric still covering his eyes. "I want to see you more."
Blush, regaining some of her drive, begins moving to match Plips thrusts. Their speed increases. The slapping sounds grow louder. Blush moves with greater purpose.
"You can see me. Everyone is watching me. Witness my body. My shame. Make me want you to look at me. Look at meeeeee."
They convulse together. Their purpose fulfilled. Blush rises again, thick cream dripping from her, as she lays down next to Plip. She hugs him tightly, nuzzling his neck with her snout. Plip tries to remove the blindfold, but a clawed hand stops him.
"Not yet! I'm… I'm still not fully ready. I'm sorry."
"It's alright. Not like I haven't done it with the lights off before."
Plip wraps an arm around Blush, who places her head on his chest and curls up closely.
"T-thank you. For being understanding. I know it's not something you are used to."
Plip just kisses her, softly, as they return to basking in the afterglow.
The door is closed. The figure moves again to another.
"I wanz more cremeses. Why you holden out on me?"
Joizz was standing up next to the bed where Nash was sitting. Her massive chest surrounding his huge, veiny dick as she rubs up and down. Squeezing it's girth between pillowy softness.
"I had a rouf day, ul'right. Was drained by eh wild lizerd. Not much lef in dah well."
Joizz increases the pace, starts varying her form, starts sucking on the tip, all for nothing. Eventually she gives up, pouting as she takes her tits away.
"Howz I gonzza sleep with no cremeses?"
Joizz uses her two working brain cells for a moment. Trying to come up with some plan. Eventually she finds one. She trunks back, her face covered in a wide, toothy grin.
"I can do, you know, tha thingz you likez."
"Wah? On, no. Not teh thing. Las time I-"
"Cam a bucket? Yez, I could be a bucket."
Nash looks all around the room. Trying to make sure there are no prying eyes. He misses a pair.
"Ul'righht. Jus, be quick bout it."
"Like lightnen."
Nervously, Nash raises his legs. Joizz doesn't give him time to second guess. She spreads his cheeks wide and digs in. Her goblin tongue, long and slimy as it is, presses up to Nash's secret dark spot. She circles gently, yet firmly, all around the exit. Making sure to give every crevice attention.
"Oh, that feel gud. Why does it feel gud? How you talk me into dis?"
"Quietz. No wordz, just cremeses."
Joizz caresses Nash's thighs and pushes further. The tip just starts to enter as she swirls and widens. Nash hits his limit. A huge streak erupts from him and lands directly on Joizz's head. She wastes no time, hopping up just in time for the second shot to splatter across her face. The third finds itself inside her mouth as do all that follow. Joizz drinking greedily from her long, thick cup.
After a few more heavy shots, it's over. Joizz lets his dick out of her mouth with a pop. She sits on the floor, rubbing her belly after such a big meal. Nash looks drained as he passes out from a long day.
"Thingz nevah failses."
The eyes move once again, finding another view.
Moo leans against her bed. Her gigantic rear pointed at the door as she bends over for an invisible partner. One hand rubs her clit while the other presses into her wet womanhood. From the door all can be seen clearly. She's so engrossed in her self care someone could probably stand directly behind her and Moo would never catch on.
"That's it, deeper. I want you to breed this heifer."
Moo talks to no one. Slapping her own ass to match the dirty talk.
"Harder. Make me a mother again. I want your calves. I want them so bad."
Moo's legs cross, tightening around her own hands as she cums. Shaking back and forth, milking some invisible cum from a nonexistent male. She rolls over. Her face does not have the satisfied glow the others did. She looks at the clear liquid on her hands, then down at her disappointingly flat belly.
"I really want another."
The eyes move on one last time. There is one last sight to be seen.
Raised high into the air, suspended in missionary, Sugar is being used. She's not a partner, she's an object which the dirty man in her room is using for his own benefit. Carrying her light little body like a doll. Swinging her helplessly on and off of his unwashed manhood. No care for her pleasure, or her pain.
Sugar loves it.
"I heard you rabbits were sluts but I didn't think it was like this."
The scoundrel keeps thrusting away at her tight hole. Sugar gives no resistance. Her legs swing limply to the sides, giving him all the access he desires. She bites a finger on one hand while the other tugs an ear. Her upper body shakes and waves all around as the momentum of each thrust causes her entire being to move against its will. She's lost in the moment of being another's pleasure and nothing more.
Then she sees them. Sugar's eyes lock with another. She sees someone watching her from the doorway. Watching from afar without care for her wants.
Sugar loves it.
Sugar winks at the unknown. She licks her lips. Beacons with an open mouth wanting to be filled. The door closes. The unknown leaves. Sugar just shrugs, then returns to being used. Not a care in the world.
On the other side of the door, Sam sits in silence. Sam knew this would be different, just not this much. All day has been beautiful women and handsome men in skimpy outfits, or less. Sinning. No shame. No repentance. No desire to change. It goes against everything Sam knows. Everything Sam was raised to believe. All while forced to say nothing. It's enough to… enough to…
Sam wasn't sure when the right hand betrayed the cause. Just that it was hovering over a very sensitive area. Sam ran. That was all Sam could do. Into the kitchen where the fire stones were kept. They were not fully kindled. But they were hot enough. Sam took one into the offending hand. The searing pain made all the sinful thoughts go away. Sam stayed there all through the night, fire stone in hand, praying that this ordeal would not sway them away from the righteous path.