For the first time since I had been chosen by the twice-sexed god, he/she was not the center of my universe.
Instead, it was pain. Waves of pain that caused my vision to shimmer and narrow to tiny field of vision.
A face bent down close to mine, and with all my will I focused my vision. A young man, beardless and handsome.
"You all right, lady?" He asked.
I tried to say something, but all that came out was inarticulate babble.
He removed my half-helm, and gently lowered my head back to the ground. I blinked, and was suddenly able to think again despite the pain, and I sent out a quick prayer of thanks to Eos for that much.
Then the mantra of my order came to me: How do we pray? We fuck. How do we heal? We fuck. How do we honor Eos? We fuck.
I was hurt bad, I knew- blood streamed from sword and axe blows that had rent my armor at the shoulder and in two places in the back. One of those had pierced something inside me: I needed sexual energy immediately or I would die soon, and fail in my holy mission.
"Fuck me," I said. "I need- I need you to fuck me." I said hoarsely. I could see that my words shocked him, and he started to pull away.
I raised a weak hand to catch his. "My goddess...will heal me." I gasped. "But she can only help me.... while I am... fucking." An over-simplification, to be sure- but there was no time to explain the mysteries of the god/goddess now.
His brow furrowed. "So....you want me to..." I saw his eyes glance at my steel armor, an impenetrable barrier.
There wasn't time for subtleties. I lifted my arm as high as I could, trembling with the effort. "Cut the straps off and start pulling it open, Keep cutting every strap you see."
Once he decided he was willing to help, he was quick and efficient, and in just a few moments he was peeling my breast plate away, leaving it attached only by the straps along the left side.
The armor had its padding built in, so the only thing covering my torso now was my tunic. And with the very last of my strength, I reached up and grabbed his wrist and brought his hand down to cover my tit.
He hesitated a minute then began to gently knead at the flesh. Almost instantly, I felt the flow of power begin. To my surprise, I saw his eyes widen: he felt it as soon as I did. In my previous experience, no layman had ever been aware of the beneficence of Eos unless we specifically allowed it. But there was no time to ponder such things now: I needed to focus on channeling the energy towards healing.
Already the sexual energy was building, beginning to reverse the drain on my body and soul, beginning to revive me.
He started to use both hands now, and more firmly, and I sighed with pleasure and relief as the pain began to subside, but only marginally. And there was so much damage... He reached up to the neck of my tunic and simply ripped the sturdy, sweat-soaked cloth apart- a feat of no mean strength in itself. The air on my bare flesh felt cool and refreshing, and he dipped his head down and took my left nipple between his lips.
He kept sucking and nibbling as his hands fumbled at the armor covering my lower body. Before long I felt the brush of cool mountain air against my lower sex, and one of his hands trailed gently from my breast down to my cunt.
He dallied only briefly at my clit, his big, thick finger probing instead at the length of my pussy lips. He was surprisingly gentle as he dipped a fingertip inside and began softly penetrating me.
Then he quickly shifted himself down to his hands and knees between my legs. He began to lap and lave at my cunt energetically, and I opened my legs as wide as I could to accommodate him. I lifted my head to look down, and was immediately stuck by the imagery of my arms and legs still incased in steel armor while the long, wild blonde hair of my savior writhed as he worked feverishly at my pussy.
He was fumbling at his own clothes now, and as I watched he finished fumbling with a wide leather belt and tossed it aside, and then yanked down his studded leather kilt. I gasped as I got a glimpse of his turgid member, which was as prodigious as the rest of him.
Then its tip was poised at the mouth of my cunt, and I trembled as it pushed inside my wetness, oh so softly. I moaned aloud as he inched it slowly into me: this was what I truly needed. I could feel every cell in my body tingling as the power of Eos flowed through me, healing, replacing, reinvigorating.
As the blonde giant began to fuck me with a slow, steady pace, I knew for the first time that I was definitely going to survive, and I felt a rush of emotion that translated itself into the divine cycle of orgasm. "Bless you, Eos." I prayed. "I thank you for this pleasure, and offer it back to you in your holy name."
It would be the first of many: the blonde youth was a powerful cocksman. His thrusts began to grow stronger as he felt me start to respond physically. By the third orgasm I was strong enough to wrap my legs around his lower back and urge him on. I began to fumble off my gauntlets, and when my hands were finally free I was able to begin to caress my lover, and pulled him down for a fierce kiss.
I could taste myself on his tongue, and as always that excited me even further. I was strong enough now to cast one of Eos' enhancements, and I silently chanted the cantrip. My lover and I were both suffused with a blue glow, and waves of pure pleasure washed over us.
I heard my lover grunt in surprise and felt his cock twitch inside me. "What the hell was that?" He gasped, and I laughed.
I reached up and caressed his ear. "Come for me now, my lover." I whispered hoarsely. "Fill me up with your cum, and I will be strong enough to rise."I was almost startled to hear myself say so, but I realized I was right: I had never had to heal so much damage on myself, but I was shocked to find that one fuck-session could repair so much.
I watched him smile with pleasure, then narrow his eyes as he began to pound into me in earnest, faster and harder than I had ever been fucked- and that was saying something for a follower of Eos, where fucking was literally a way of life.
Every thrust seemed to bring me to another min-climax, and there seemed to be several thrusts every second: I couldn't catch my breath, I couldn't think, I couldn't do anything except enjoy the sensations.
I saw his face scrunch up in pleasure, and I knew he was about to come. I had enough presence of mind to begin the primary milking sequence that every initiate to Eos learned in the first stages of training to add to his pleasure.
He growled like a bear as he began explode deep inside me, and his orgasm was long and strong. He kept thrusting frenetically into me as he shot load after load of hot, sticky cum into me.
Finally he moaned and pulled out of me almost tenderly, leaning back on his haunches as he caught his breath.
I wanted more, I wanted to taste him, to learn his body and show him the multitude of pleasures that the god/goddess had to give, but suddenly my thoughts turned to what had transpired before.
I reached out to caress his cheek. "My thanks, good sir- you have saved my life twice over now."