As they emerged from the reliquary, packs slung across their bare backs, they quickly noticed something was going on at the top of the pyramid. There was a strange, wavering visual effect that they couldn't make heads or tails of. Their eyes, still adjusting to the bright sunlight, had trouble seeing what, exactly, it was.
By the time they made it around to the front of the pyramid, the salve was having some noticeable effects. Both girls' nipples had started to swell. They were definitely bigger, and more sensitive, too. Even the wind blowing past their bare nipples gave them shivers of joy!
"Geez, look at this!" Dakota exclaimed, pinching and playing with her expanding nipples. "It's like I'm pregnant! And then some! I mean, there's no milk, but wow! This is so fucking sexy!"
"I'm glad you're enjoying this," Azalea responded, somewhat annoyed.
Now they stood before the staircase rising up to the top, and got their first clear view of the top. At the top, things had definitely changed. The ruined altar had been made anew; it was a throne! Beside the throne were several nude dark-skinned people, writhing around in ecstasy. Atop the throne lay a woman. She was also fully nude except for several exotic pieces of gold and jade jewelry, in a similar motif as the shields. Her body undulated with pleasure as one hand lay over her crotch between her legs, though she didn't seem completely overtaken with it like the ones on the floor. With her free hand, she beckoned them to approach. They began ascending the stairs to Quinthelshakta's throne.
As they approached, they could hear the orgasmic moaning of the attendees who surrounded her. They were so enthralled in their non-stop orgy they didn't notice the two newcomers. They didn't even seem to be aware of their surroundings.
There was a strange aura around the entire pavilion, almost like a faint, wavering bubble. The sky they saw through the bubble didn't quite match up with the sky around it, and the lighting appeared oddly different, even alien. It was like they were looking into another world, another time, beyond the mortal realm of Earth.
"Is this where we cross the beams?" Dakota joked.
"SO not the time for this!" Azalea scolded her under her breath, between clenched teeth.
Finally, they stood on the top step, fifteen feet in front of the throne. They took a few more steps, and stopped just before crossing the shimmering, wavering bubble. It was faint, but they could still see where it was. Everything inside of it looked somehow ethereal, as if they might walk right through everything inside, and trip over the ruined altar they had seen earlier.
Now that they were close enough to get a good look, they saw how much the figure on the throne resembled the central figure from the mural. Her black hair hung down her back and draped over the seat of her throne. Her face was ageless, carrying all the beauty of youth, yet with the wisdom and confidence of old age. Her breasts were the hugest they had ever seen on a person, even comically large. Yet, they were miraculously just as perky as Azalea's, as if unaffected by their own considerable weight. Her nipples were also astoundingly large. The mural had been no exaggeration. Her areolas were the size of dinner plates, with nipples that had to be the size of plums!
She had a slim waist, with wide hips, and thick, muscular thighs. Between those thighs, however, was the largest pussy Azalea could have imagined! The hairless outer lips, which glistened with moisture, were inhumanly large and plump, and the slit they formed came up well above where her pubic hair would have ended. Her hand nearly disappeared between those freakishly large lips as she continued to rub her clit up and down.
"Good, it looks like the salve has fully soaked in. They should stay that way for a few more hours, plenty of time to begin the ritual."
They looked down at their nipples, and were amazed at how big they had grown! Azalea could swear her areolas had gotten larger. Not only that, but while once her areolas had been mostly level with the surrounding breast, they were now puffy and raised up like little hills. The bumps around her nipples stood out more than ever before, and her nipples had swollen up like gumdrops.
She looked over to Dakota to see her nipples had undergone a similar transformation. Her areolas were raised up like cones, and her already long nipples were over an inch now!
"Holy shit! Look at these things!" Dakota exclaimed with wide eyes, and pinched them for a few moments. "But anyway, Quinthel... um..."
"Quin-thel-SHAK-ta."
"Sorry. First, Quinthelshakta, can we know what being priestesses will do for us?"
"Of course. As I suggested, it will be similar to what Azalea has experienced with my talismans. However, since my power will be channeled through you, you will have somewhat more of a say in how my powers manifest themselves. You will be irresistibly beautiful. You will experience extreme sexual desires, and even more extreme pleasure. Almost intoxicating! And anyone you make love to will experience all the desire and pleasure that you do! It will be somewhat weaker than the talismans at first, but with practice, my power may be able to manifest itself much stronger!"
"That actually sounds really nice," Dakota said. "Are you sure you even want to resist during the initiation?"
"Dakota, my vagina got STUCK... TO... A... POLE!!"
Quinthelshakta laughed. "Yes, that was fun! But I also did that so Dakota could find you like that and see the 'curse,' as you called it, for herself. I had a feeling she might convince you to return here if I did, and I was right."
So the "queen" had wanted her to come here. This contest wasn't some generous offer of hers, it had been her plan all along. Azalea was quickly getting even more suspicious.
"Would THAT happen to me if I became your priestess? I mean, could my vagina lips just... you know... randomly get stuck to things?" Dakota asked.
"Yes, I suppose. I made that binding magic to keep the talismans firmly in place on my priestesses, but it will be among the powers at your disposal. I encourage creative use of my powers."
"Wow! Okay. Wow!" she exclaimed with wide eyes. Was Azalea crazy, or did she catch excitement in Dakota's voice?
"Dakota!" Azalea yelled at her. "I don't know what the appeal of this is to you, but what if that had happened out on stage? What if the whole audience had seen that happen to me?"
"As I said, you would have more control of how my powers manifest themselves through you. Not complete control, but generally the things that excite you will happen more often, and will end when you are finished with them. Generally. But I wouldn't do anything that would ruin your life or bring you great shame. Not even my plaything, but definitely not one of my priestesses. So, no, I wouldn't have done that to you on the stage."
"See?" Dakota argued, trying to convince her. "It will be much better than what you went through before. It even sounds like it'll be fun!"
"I don't trust her! I don't know if she's being entirely honest with us."
The queen snorted, but said nothing.
