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.
Sammy worked the girl's slutty hole, bathing it with her spit and occasionally jamming her slick muscle as deep as she could into Cora's ring. She had a free hand stroking Cora's clit, drawing out a waterfall of sticky girlcum from the writhing girl's cunt. Miranda was pressed against Sammy's back, watching in awe as the more experienced slut worked climax after shaking climax from her sister.
Sammy eventually pulled her head from between Cora's cheeks, thick strings of spit connecting her lips to the girl's ring. She replaced her tongue with a couple of fingers and turned to Miranda. "Get up there and spread your legs. You," Sammy pushed her fingers deep into Cora's ass, drawing out another ragged moan from the girl. "Start licking."
Cora turned her head, a shocked look on her face. "Lick? I... I don't.... She's my sister! It wouldn't be-"
Sammy cut off her complaints by adding a third finger to her stretched hole. "This is Libaida's temple, little slut. We're all sisters here."
Miranda didn't seem to have any of the same concerns as her sister. She eagerly jumped out of the pool and spread her thighs. When Cora hesitated, Miranda grabbed her hair and forcefully dragged her sister down onto her cunt. Cora started licking slowly, but her passion quickly built, and in moments she was drawing out lusty moans from her sister. The three of them quickly found a rhythm. Sammy pulled her fingers from Cora's ass only to thrust all three of them deep into her cunt. She went back to rimming the girl with her tongue. Cora was feasting on her sister's sweet nectar and had even stuffed a couple fingers up Miranda's ass. Miranda had less to do, but she was tugging at her nipples and crying out slutty encouragement to the both of them. The two sisters were equally juicy, and it wasn't long before Cora and Sammy were both coated in a sweet layer of sticky lust. It was enough that when both girls were exhausted they all had to submerge in the pool one more time just to get clean.
Sammy was planning on having the girls start working on her own ass and cunt, but when she emerged from the water there were gentle chimes sounding in the bathing room. That meant the time for purification was over, and worship was about to begin. She kissed Cora and Miranda goodbye, extracting a promise to come visit the shop, and joined the flow of devotees into the main chamber.
The temple's main chamber was a large hall. The walls were covered in murals depicting Libaida giving herself to her worshippers. Or, just as often, to the other gods in huge orgies. Three large circular stained glass windows provided light. The time of day was perfectly calculated, and the rose and gold rays of light illuminated the dais upon which the High Priestess sat.
As Sammy knelt upon one of the cushions lining the floor, she gazed longingly at the High Priestess sitting on her marble throne. Only the most devoted acolytes, those truly imbued with the spirit of Libaida, were selected to join the priesthood. Becoming a priestess of Libaida was an arduous task, and it left its mark upon those who undertook it. Sammy couldn't see most of the High Priestess' face, it was covered from the nose up by a cloth of gold veil, but her lips were possibly the most perfect, pouty pair of dicksuckers in existence. Her breasts were enormous globes, surmounting an impossibly tiny waist that flared out into wide fertile hips. Her hourglass shape would have been impossible to achieve without magic. But that wasn't the most incredible thing about the High Priestess' body. It was her breasts, capped not by hard nipples, but by two perfect twins to the plump and pouty mouth that was on her face, perfect in every detail down to the lavender shade of lipstick. As Sammy watched, a pink tongue slipped out of one of the nipple mouths and wet its lips, as if in anticipation. Sammy let out a low moan at the sight of it.
After giving sufficient time for all the worshippers to get settled, the High Priestess stood. The thick ceremonial cocks, made of pure gold, that had filled her cunt and ass stood proudly on the throne as she walked forward, slick with her juices. Like her congregation, the High Priestess' body was exposed, though unlike the worshippers she had some clothing. Her golden veil, which flowed down her back to her round ass, white silk stockings, and a pair of golden heels so perilously high that every step must have been an adventure. The gathered crowd went silent as she approached the front of the dais, until she was standing directly in a beam of golden sun.
