Sometimes you don't know where the words will take you. This is their quest, not mine...
When the great tower at High Sol Sebastian fell, the land tumbled with it. As the realm collapsed into bloody civil war, so too the earth cracked and spewed fire and belched acrid smoke that blackened the sky. People fled as people always do. Many died. The priestesses of Kalku had foretold that while the populous were inflamed and divided, the land itself would be inflamed and divided. 'As above, so below', as Kalkuthet themselves wrote before time itself in the Great Ashvankarator.
I stood atop the temple mountain and watched the land burn. What more could I do? Hadn't I said my piece, offered my peace? Given the masses a way to avoid bloodshed? And yet, I felt strangely unsettled. I had found myself drawn back to this accursed temple once more. I had thrown myself upon the hospitality of the infamously fickle priestess-hood.
My men stood nervously to attention inside the temple proper, hands on weapons, while I sprawled across a chaise longue designed for a much smaller human. My armor bit into me and weighed heavily, but I refused to take it off until the war was over. The young acolyte stood, wiped her mouth after draining my balls and left the room with a bow, twice blessed, having found my favor and my seed in her belly. My cock remained hanging out of my breeches where she left it, newly flaccid and slowly oozing a dark stain on my thigh.
The priestess, when she appeared, ignored everything but my eyes. I'd heard tell of the enchantment -- the Geas -- these witches could weave on simple men with their gaze alone. Tying a man up with an unbreakable obligation just by using their eyes. And yet I'd chosen not to have hers removed. Why? Perhaps, I was already under her enchantment, I laughed to myself. It mattered little, either way. I'd toppled the corrupt king, destroyed his supporters, laid waste his treasury. Soon, a rightful ruler would be found. They would make themselves known. The land, excised of corruption, would return to being a blessed realm. My own fate mattered little. I was an instrument of Kalku, flesh to their will.
"It is time." The priestess intoned. I fancied her monotonous voice was either part of the act or part of the hypnotism that bent men to her will. I shook my head to clear any enchantment and scratched my tender balls. At least I could trust them not to lead me astray. A thought that made me laugh out loud.
"Kirconnel," The priestess snapped at my mirth, "You are impatient to begin your quest?" She smiled. Never a good sign when they smile. It means they know something they think you don't. If I didn't need her to help uncover the true ruler, I would have slit her throat there and then before deflowering her corpse.
"I grow impatient, aye." I said, standing, enjoying the light breeze blowing across the marble halls as it danced about my manhood. "I'm a man of action. I have delivered you the power vacuum you requested, now I grow restless to fill it once more with the chosen one."
"You have done well. And your impatience is understandable. But Kalku's will cannot be forced. Their great plan cannot be fathomed by men. You must allow yourself to be carried on the waters of fate and trust in their love and guidance."
"Mumbo jumbo." I spat under my breath.
"But none the less true." She said witheringly. She walked slowly up the dais away from me, bowlegged with age, her gossamer gown partially covering her naked frame like she was clothed in moonlight. Her curves shone through from beneath the fabric. Her buttocks round and youthful, belying her sixty and more years. I sighed, knowing what lay ahead of me. The priestess stopped at her great throne and turned. Again, I was taken aback at the sight of the pert, round, youthful breasts above the haggard, puckered belly and grey-haired cover sex below. She was at once a hag and a maiden. Her face was wizened, her long hair grey, her teeth black, but her eyes shone with a youthful intelligence. A willfulness you'd do well not to cross.
Wearily, I stood and walked the short few paces to the base of the dais. The Priestess pulled back her flowing robe and lowered herself onto her seat. Her knees remained parted with her pudendum poised over the V-shaped cut in the front of the stone seat. The angry red slit between her pubes glared at me, demanding my attention. I knew my duty. Like the condemned man, I took slow steps upward and fell on my knees before her, revealing my utter obedience.
She smiled and indicated for me to proceed with a wave of her hand. With some distaste, I lowered my mouth upon her withered sex. As my flesh came in contact with hers, an intense blue-white light exploded inside my head. As I plunged my tongue deep inside her ancient crack, a whirlwind picked up inside my chest and rose through my body. As I lapped her sagging clitoris, the inner skies opened and drenched me in the sweet waters of Kalku. I felt the priestess's hands grasp my head in an unbreakable grip. My mouth and tongue worked furiously on her slit and her clit, almost of their own accord now, seeking her elevation above all. My penis swelled once more despite my distaste at her appearance. Her whimpers and mewling slowly became a moan as I worked my magic, and the moan became a roar as the priestess finally reached her blessed orgasm. Her vice-like legs smashed into my cheeks, trapping me. My mouth flooded with her nectar, sweet and thick. I swallowed and swallowed, feeling its viscous slime slide down my throat.
And with her juices came the divine will of Kalku. Their message delivered directly into my thoughts through a sex ritual as ancient as the elder gods themselves. Clamped between the priestess's thighs, held by her immovable hands, I became a vessel for the Oldest One.
Later, the priestess, now fully in her youthful form, bade me to recall the vision I had received. With even the servants banished from the room, I told her of the great journey I had been told I must undertake. I would travel to the Devil's Eye on the black beaches of Paliandor to the north, with none but the priestess's lowliest virgin for company. Uncloven, she must remain, and once there, she would act as the key that would open the way for the chosen one to gain awareness and to reveal themselves in this world.
Without tarrying, the priestess called for Yoni, her lowliest servant. Barely eighteen, the girl had not yet been instructed in the ways of the priestesshood. I recognized her as the girl who had attended to me earlier. She was fair of feature, slim with a lithe body, round buttocks and a plentiful chest. The tuft of hair above her sex as inviting as it was luscious black. She would not have lasted long chaste with me had not Kalku bidden against it.
We set off the following morn in secret. None could know of our mission, for many would try to thwart the ascension of a rightful leader. With the land divided and splintered and split again, consensus would not be found till the leader was revealed and imposed upon them. I rode my finest horse without armor, and dressed myself in the plain cloak of a traveling trader. Yoni sat behind me, arms round my waist, dressed only in the white shawl of a servant. We made a curious couple as we set off from the temple across the baren lands of Holam Kin.
For weeks, we rode at night and slept in what shade we could find during the day. Yoni never complaining, always ready to give up her food or water allocation. Not that I'd let her. She had no idea why she was with me. I couldn't let her know she was the key to everything. On the third night, she offered herself to me just before dawn as we made camp. I upset her, I could see, with my refusal. She accepted my offer to let her suck my cock. But looked sullenly at me as she did so. It was all I could do to cum down her throat.
