It was a warm, sunny morning, the kind with wisps of cloud in a bright blue sky. Appropriate, Sammy thought, for the holy day of the Goddess. She smiled as she approached the temple, a pleasant warmth already growing in her belly.
Libaida's temple was situated on a large plaza just off the city center. A statue of the goddess, twenty feet tall, dominated the open space. The sculptors had done their work so well that it looked as though the silk of Libaida's robes were blowing in the breeze. Sammy was just one of hundreds of adherents flooding the plaza, all of them young, nubile women clad in nothing but diaphanous gowns so thin they might as well have been mist. The worshippers were a stream of beautiful flesh flowing through the large doors of the temple. Fitting for a goddess of lust, beauty, and fertile unwed women.
Sammy had never been very devout. Sure, there were temples dedicated to the various gods who protected adventurers on their journeys that she would visit before going on a long or dangerous mission. That was just the smart thing to do. But she wasn't the sort to head to the temple for every little thing. There were hundreds of gods in the kingdom, and even more minor saints, gurus, and spirits. If she really wanted to, Sammy could have spent most of her day praying to some god or another about every little thing she did. But who had time for that?
Libaida was different. She was not a goddess who you prayed to in the hope of getting a boon or blessing. She was a goddess you gave yourself to, body and mind, freely just to feel her presence. Libaida did not bless you, she became one with you, and you with her.
In the temple the devotees were shedding their robes. Acolytes, young women who committed themselves to the goddess for a year after their coming of age ceremony, were collecting the garments and directing everyone to the baths. Sammy smiled and let out a blissful little moan as she entered the steaming pool. The rose scented water whisked her cares away and she immediately relaxed, finding a quiet space along the edge to sit and simply soak.
After a few minutes, Sammy noticed a pair of girls watching her. They were about the same age as she was, old enough to be admitted to the temple so eighteen or nineteen, and alike enough in looks to clearly be sisters, maybe even twins. The two of them talked for a moment, and then made their way towards her. Sammy admired their bodies as they came. The sisters were slender, with olive skin and barely there tits that fit them perfectly. Dark brown hair spilled down their backs, stuck to their skin where the water had soaked in.
The sisters settled on either side of her, and before any of them said a word each of them leaned in and planted a deep kiss on Sammy's lips, their wet tongues slipping into her mouth. When they were done they looked at her shyly. "You're Samivella, right?" One of them asked.
"I am." Sammy moaned appreciatively as the sister who hadn't talked leaned in to flick her tongue across Sammy's nipple. "And who are you two?"
"I'm Cora, and this is my sister Miranda." Cora pressed herself against Sammy and the two of them kissed again, tongues dueling as they made out. "We just wanted to say thank you for bringing us Kyra," she said when they finally broke apart.
"Who's Kyra?" Sammy asked, a little breathlessly. Miranda hadn't said a word yet, but the girl already had a hand between Sammy's thighs. And she was swallowing up more and more of her breast, mouth open wide to get as much of Sammy's flesh as she could.
Miranda finally let Sammy's tit fall from her lips with a wet pop as she looked up and smiled. "Kyra is our tentacle pet. Our mother bought her from you as a birthday present."
"Ah, I see now." Sammy moaned in appreciation as Cora slid down to take her sister's place at her breasts. "Kyra is a female? I don't think I've ever called Cresta anything but 'it'."
"That's what she says," Miranda said. She was busy kissing along Sammy's jawline and nibbling at her earlobe.
Sammy turned to kiss Miranda again and then pulled Cora up from her breast to lock lips with her as well. When they separated she pushed the sisters together. Cora and Miranda paused, but then leaned in, kissing hesitantly at first, but with increasing passion. "She talks to you? I didn't think they could do that." Sammy said, watching the sisters make out.
Cora and Miranda broke apart, a little string of spit connecting their lower lips. Neither of them spoke for a moment, clearly embarrassed and aroused in equal measure by what they had just done. Cora, blushing deeply, broke the spell first. "It isn't really talking, just feelings. As she grew bigger we started to get more and more emotion out of her when we used her."
"Yeah, she's big enough to sit on. And when she's fucking you it feels so good, and you can tell it feels good for her too." Miranda rolled her eyes a little. "Goddess, I bet that's what Mom is doing right now. She had six of Kyra's tentacles in her ass the other day! Can you believe it?"
"Oh, I can believe that and much more," Sammy said, grinning wickedly. She looked at Cora. "Get up and bend over, I want to see you."
Cora turned and stepped up on the submerged bench she was sharing with Sammy. She had narrow hips but a nice round ass. When she bent over the lip of the pool her pink pussy and lewd little asshole were exposed for all to see. It was clear that her backdoor was getting well trained, its pink rim a little puffed up and already gaping slightly. Sammy knew the sight well. Her own asshole, and her mother's for that matter, were the same, just a little further along that path. It was a side effect of the tentacle beast's slime. Over time it was turning her asshole into a pretty pink donut of a fuckhole, ready to gape open at the slightest touch and sparking with incredibly sensitive nerve endings. Cora looked so fuckable that Sammy couldn't help herself. She leaned in and jammed her tongue into that beautiful pink hole, drawing out a high moan from Cora's mouth and a gush of nectar from her cunt.