Cute Girls

” Some body modification talk, not that much.

There is a time gap of about a year between the first Lessons story and this one. The students are struggling with their choices, with their rigorous training at Kieran’s hand.

A party is in order to lighten everybody’s mood.”

***

In the many months after Kieran first settled in Alrana, his students were virtually imprisoned in his house, such was the nature of their training. As the young settled into a routine, Kieran thought that he might give them a much deserved break.

“I will be leaving you girls alone tomorrow. The servants will bring some special food, and Samara will be coming to visit.”

“Is it a party, Master.”

“You can call it that, though you must behave as if I could walk here any minute. I might.”

“Of course, Master.”

The girls could not hide how happy they were, the boys were very unhappy not to be part of the party.

“Tyron, you can choose. I am taking the boys for a gathering with the other priests on Elkanan’s house. Make up your mind where you want to be.”

“Master I … ”

“Tell me tomorrow.”

In the morning there was a flurry of activity, as they cleaned, made ready.

The Master admonished them further.

“I wish to hear of no troubles that occurred here. It could only delay the next gathering for good.”

Maazel arrived with Samara, the only priestess among them who already wore red. Both wizards went to “that” room on the side, as Samara joined the others.

Dark haired Danae whispered to her:

“I guess they are going to be restraining Samia. I hope it is all they do.”

“Is Samia that unfortunate that put a bomb in the babies’ house?”

“Yes, I think that is what she did.”

“Ah, pretty girl, I wish Maazel came here more often.”

There was some desperate moaning coming from the room finally, and Samara watched the other two as they become so uncomfortable.

Finally the men left the room together.

Maazel eyed Samara closely. “Behave when you are here. I wish for these gatherings to happen more often.”

“Of course, Master.”

Kieran eyed the other two. “Marius lent me Mazor to guard over you. He will be outside the house if you need any help, though otherwise you should not speak to him. If Samia causes any untoward problems, have him call us at Elkanan’s.”

Pretty Alrin took charge, though she was by far the youngest, such a perfect blonde jewel.

“Sure thing, Master.”

“Have fun.”

As the men left, Samara could only think of the room they had just exited.

Alrin saw she schemed. “No Samara, really. She is not worth it.”

“Just a peek.”

Alrin shook her head.

“Danae was punished for weeks because of her, because she helped that snitch.”

“Really, all this time and she is still playing this game? Those two together can be really hard to take.”

Danae shook her head.

“If she has not learnt until now … what they are doing to her, we can’t take it anymore.”

Alrin embraced Danae. “Come. Let’s see what they left for us.”

It was a meal fit for the Elder Council, surely everyone’s favorite fare was found in it.

Samara could not believe her eyes.

“So much fun! Even Ma’ayan does not eat like this.”

Danae had hoped that the High Priestess would come to be with them.

“Ma’ayan does not eat. Why isn’t she here?”

Alrin smiled. “Do you want her here? Ma’ayan is such a prude.”

Samara made a surprised face. “No she is not.”

“She is. The previous party she would not even stay a little. Kieran said that she was embarrassed.”

Samara smiled. “You should know by now that Kieran likes playing with your head. Ma’ayan is not a prude, nor a pervert. I am not sure these notions even apply to her.”

Alrin laughed, getting some more from that nice cheese from the table. “It is very simple. Prude = Ma’ayan. ”

“Ah well. I guess we should feed our guard, should we not.”

“Samara, if you want to get punished, please don’t take us with you.”

“Don’t be silly, Danae.”

Samara made a plate, took a glass of juice – no reason to make the guard drunk – went outside. The man sat by the low stone wall that circled the garden, seemingly absorbed in his own thoughts.

“There, Mazor. Do you want to join us?”

“Sorry dear. Though seeing you might make me feel I am in the wrong vocation, I am here to keep you safe.”

“Well, take this then.”

“Sorry, Samara, just take it back in.”

“But, Mazor … ”

“I am under vows, sweet, I don’t eat these things.”

Samara was disappointed, then she threw him a wicked smile. “Oh well, that is ok.”

***

The was a much stronger showing at Elkanan’s house, and the boys had the opportunity to talk to the older priests, some of which were usually too busy to even talk to each other. Sometime in the afternoon, Arvind found Marius alone, sitting on the balcony overlooking the well-kept grass below.

“How are you faring, Arvind?”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“Trouble on your parts?”

“He is not right in the head, Master.”

“You may not speak of your own Master this way, Arvind.”

“Why, Master. Why bring him here? Why not learn was we did before, with you?”

Marius thought for a second, then saw Ma’ayan walking in her black robes, talking quietly to Tyron. She smiled to the boy, and both men in the balcony smiled with her, as if it had been meant for them.

“See that fairy over there? Once I forgot who I was, and I married her. I tried to shelter her from the realities of my life, and found that I could not. By the time she realized it – that I realized it – she was in so much danger I almost lost her.”

Arvind watched the happy woman talking quietly to the boy, who smiled as well, and he could not believe it. “I am sorry to say this to you, Master, but Ma’ayan – she is just not right for this sort of thing.”

Marius smiled bitterly now. “Do you think you are, Arvind? What is the true difference between Danae and Maya, except that Danae was older when you met her?”

Arvind could not answer to that.

“There are more Kierans in this world than you think, Arvind. That Master of yours, he has a good side to him, while the are others – that are just pure filth.”

“Master, but here in Alrana, we can do what we want.”

“That is exactly it, Arvind. It is not true. That is the mistake I made with my wife. The one I am not making with you. I showed you the harsh side of this, while you could still choose, while you were under my watch.”

Arvind thought he had heard enough. “Is it true that we might be called to choose soon?”

“Not so soon, but you see. If you got to the point in which you are considering leaving, it means …”

“That I am also at the point in which I considered joining.”

“Exactly.”

***

Samara went back inside, to find Alrin and Danae sitting in the couch.

“You two already finished? Well, I will make do with Mazor’s share.”

“Good guy, that one.”

“So, where are you two from?”

Danae answered first. “I am from the mountains near here. My stepfather takes care of the livestock.”

Samara knew him. “Ranan, right?”

The girl was dismayed. “Please don’t tell me my father is into this.”

Samara laughed so hard. “No sweet. He is around Ma’ayan and Marius quite a bit, worrying about us having what to eat. Though he could be into sheep …”

Danae pouted. “My father is not like that.”

“Alrin?”

“I am from Teluria. A kingdom far from here. Kieran lived there for a while and brought me with him.”

“What was this virgin Alrin deal? I mean, how long can you wait, woman?”

Danae smiled. “I think in the end Kieran just could not bring himself to do it.”

Alrin protested. “Danae!”

“Really, Samara. Since I have arrived the man won’t stop talking about her. It is Alrin this, and Alrin that, and I am going to fuck you like I want to fuck Alrin, and she is going to watch, and stuff … and in the end, he hands her to Elkanan!”

Samara rolled her eyes. “You witch. You lost your cherry to Elkanan? Goddess that man is hot.”

Danae protested. “He is “old.”"

Alrin grinned. “Not where it matters he is not.”

Samara grinned even wider, then she got this wise look. “Wait till you grow up.”

Danae felt left out. “The older priests are very big. It is just too hard.”

Samara liked big, though she could understand Danae’s point. “It is true they are choosing them smaller now, and it sounds wiser, really. Did you know they have this place full of casts, where you can see who is bigger than whom?”

“No way!”

“We got measured some time ago. Oh my Goddess, you seen them?”

“Yup. Elkanan is definitely in the top five. He has that maddening bulge … ”

Alrin started laughing so hard she fell back. “It would not go in …”

Danae protested. “You did not tell me that.”

Samara laughed too. “I think we are not supposed to.”

Alrin smiled too. “Come on, don’t leave us like that, so who is in the top five.”

“What, pretty ex-virgin, so you know whom to avoid?”

“Yup.”

“Ah, what was it … Barlev, Elkanan, Marius, Zaran and my beloved Master.”

Alrin was sad her master was not in the list. “Barlev is not in the Art … ”

“Well, he must be, my Master had no reason to say otherwise. Your Master still would not make it, Alrin. And it is not a competition, you know. My Master told me that is the way they know not put together people that won’t fit …”

Alrin was still thinking about the list. “I did not think Marius was that big, I mean, the girls keep saying he is so nice and all.”

Samara smiled .”Ah, that is because he is so nice. He will give you only what you can take …”

Danae smiled too. “Until you can’t take it any longer. Then he convinces you to take some more anyway. Nicely.”

“Oh, come on, tell us.”

Danae retreated, shook her head.

Alrin did not like Marius that much. “My Master is always saying he is not a true dominant.”

“Really? Half an hour in here – the wine still untouched - and we are tearing our Masters apart. About Marius? No one talks. That is all you hear - nice – then the girl goes mute! You could pull Ma’ayan’s nails out one by one, and she would not even spill what he had for breakfast. That is how “good” the guy is.”

“He is her husband, Samara, and Lord of Alrana.”

“He is her Master, Danae. The only one here that gets the respect, you know what I am saying?”

Samara’s eyes looked distant, in recollection.

“I have seen her in the morning, just after he leaves. She talks slower; she changes colors … and the smile on her face, when he kisses her goodbye … ”

Danae had grown quiet, Alrin knew why.

“She joined this worship, Danae, because she saw that smile. Now she does not know what she is doing here.”

“Not all are like Kieran, Danae. Take Elkanan, for example.”

Alrin added. “Arvind and Khalel are really nice, if you discount the fact that my Master is ordering them around.”

Danae was still sad. “Ma’ayan tried to warn me. From time to time, something else she told me makes sense. I wish I had the courage to leave. How can you do it, Samara?”

“I like it, Danae. I mean, have you thought what it would be to just marry some guy now? If I haven’t been clamped, tied, and roughed up a bit, I am not living.”

Alrin chanced a contribution. “And most certainly not coming.”

Danae withdrew even more. “Marius will not do that to you, you know?”

Alrin only thought that proved her point. “See what I mean.”

Samara ignored that last comment. “Do you have to decide anytime soon?”

“I think so. If the boys come up for Initiation, I guess we will be next.”

“I hope they give you a break before then. I heard some girls volunteer in one of the Temples, air out their worries. Most certainly, it is very hard to get out of this afterwards.”

Alrin was defensive. “Ma’ayan did it.”

“Ma’ayan is like five people rolled into one. She had enough gifts to succeed in another career or two. I don’t know how to do anything else.”

“Gifts and a husband.”

“That husband, of course.”

Danae was hopeful. “Can we see the marks, Samara?”

“Ahn, why?”

Alrin was more bold. “Can we see your clit?”

Samara gasped on her cake. “Ok, I need some wine now.”

She came back with a large cup. “Have you looked at each other?”

“Oh yeah, all the time. But we are not “done” yet.”

“Show me anyway.”

Alrin lifted her skirts to reveal her peachy pussy, golden fleece hiding the pinkest clit Samara had ever seen.

“Oh, so cute. See that thing around your clit? Gets to be mostly gone.”

Danae was next.

“Yours is a little hidden. Still, it is the same thing.”

Then Samara showed them her leg first. Six perfect designs were there now, proclaiming her rising rank, evenly placed on the smooth black skin.

Alrin was surprised she looked so good. “Oh, Samara, they fixed the bad one, did they not?”

“Can hardly see the difference, ahn? So great.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Like fucking hell. And Marius can get snappy, I can tell you.”

“Samara, sorry, but everyone ends up snapping at you eventually.”

“You will see big talk. No true dominant you say, I am going to be there when you beg. So your Master ties you up a little? Marius cuts you up afterwards.”

Danae winced. “He is a surgeon, Samara. I don’t think he does it for kicks?”

“I am not saying nothing. And what do you think this is, Danae?”

Samara showed her new clit, all proud.

“Does it help? I mean, do you really feel more?”

“Ah, I think it does work a little. Though if someone told you “not” to do it for that reason, believe them.”

Alrin was the only true submissive in this lot. “Does you Master like it?”

“Oh, he can’t keep away from it now. He keeps getting these new toys made, to fit around it …”

“Did you scream?”

“I got hoarse from it. Such a rush.”

Alrin “I don’t think I am Initiating. When I can, I am leaving him.”

Samara was sad. “Why, Alrin.”

The girl pointed to the door across the hall. “Because I could end up like her.”

***

Arvind wished to speak to Ma’ayan, and he could not see her anywhere. He followed a hunch, and searched for her by that same tree, the one that appeared in an engraving he made of her, when she was just a priestess in red like the others.

He sat in the same spot he had occupied then, and waited for her to acknowledge him. A while passed before she asked him.

“So, Arvind, are you here to collect your promise?”

Arvind did not look at her. “How could I, my Lady. I am no closer to understanding what you spoke of, now, than I was then.”

“I did hear otherwise.”

“I doubt that you heard enough.”

“Why do you think such?”

“If you knew what goes on there, you would be in tears.”

Ma’ayan came closer to him. “Ah, but I know it, Arvind. What did you think it would be?”

“I am not sure, my Lady. I am not sure what it is now. Why does he mistreat us so? Your husband rules this place with such an easy hand, and I have certainly seen how he treats you. How can Kieran fit into all this?”

“I know not the answer, Arvind.”

“Do you have an opinion, my Lady?”

Ma’ayan paused. What she said in her new position carried great weigh. She simply could not afford to speak idly. Yet, Arvind was her responsibility. By her hand alone, was he suffering this way.

“I think your character was tested.”

Arvind was stupefied. “Lady, I truly had no choice but to do the things I did. And it was not to escape punishment. When I did not do what he said, he punished not my own flesh, but that of others.”

“Hush, Arvind, I meant not to accuse. But you see, Kieran fights by dividing and conquering.”

Arvind’s face lit up.

“When he threatened you and the others, drove you apart, you did what you must. You did not betray your friends, and you did not turn cruel as you could have. Most people, Arvind, when given the opportunity to be cruel without fear of punishment, would take that chance.”

“I disagree with you, my Lady. I am not happy with what I am right now.”

“And you should not be.”

At that Marius arrived, and Arvind rose to leave.

“My Lord.”

“Arvind, your Master wishes to speak with you in the house.”

“My Lady.” Arvind bowed and left.

Marius joined Ma’ayan by the river.

Ma’ayan chanced a question. “He is suffering, that one. Are they going to be with Kieran much longer?”

Marius brushed her hair away from her face. “No, things are going to change very soon. Maya, did you plan to join the Ritual they postponed a few days ago?”

“I thought to. It was fairly nice the previous time.”

“Well, they want to hold it tonight instead.”

“But the moon is already quickening. Is it not too late for the others?”

“A little. At your rank you can come and go at any time, but truly, we used to lay regularly at this moon phase, and even a little beyond, and it was never an issue.”

“I think I might drop by.”

***

Evening had fallen, and all took their places in the common Hall. It had been arranged beautifully, little corners set up with inviting cushions in all the colors of the rainbow, waiting for them. The center of the hall was left empty, and soon the music started in earnest.

Khalel watched as the dance teacher boldly invited Ma’ayan. She certainly looked accomplished, though she remained formal and a little distant, and would not look the teacher in the eye.

Then the same song restarted, and Elkanan joined her, and was instantly at ease, and he read her rather well. Khalel could guess that they were close.

The same song kept repeating, and Arvind tried his luck, though he looked so uncertain. Maazel came to the rescue, talking control of the dance, and to see Master Maazel controlling another like that, even if it was just a dance, surely made everyone stir where it mattered.

An Elder came next, and Maya looked the powerful man in the eye, greatly at ease, and the way he held her arms in certain ways, here and there, suggested submission.

Marius commented to Khalel playfully.

“You either lead Ma’ayan carefully, or she will lead you.”

Khalel joined the dance himself, by now the music was reverberating in his every nerve, and he was simply ecstatic.

Maazel pulled his black beauty Samara out of the circle, and Ma’ayan went to sit a little far away, further even from where the other priestesses were sitting.

Arvind made a tentative statement: “I wonder if the music has the same effect on her than it had on us?”

Tyron laughed. “Surely you don’t think that watching you turns her on.”

Elkanan heard the exchange: “Why don’t you go ask her?”

Tyron coiled back, afraid. Arvind looked away.

Khalel looked at Marius’ direction, and he could not guess anything from his expression.

Impulsively, Khalel rose and approached the woman sitting on the far away corner, feeling nothing short of dread. Khalel crouched carefully, not touching any of the cushions around her. It surprised him that now he felt strangely at ease.

“Me and my friends would like to ask you a question.”

Ma’ayan looked over to the men’s direction. “Only you came here. Only you will know the answer. Ask the question.”

“We were wondering if the music affected you the way it did us.”

Ma’ayan laid back sweetly on the cushions. “Do you want to check?”

Khalel was astonished. He was not sure he understood her meaning. Ma’ayan parted her legs slightly to make it easier for him to understand.

The stusent sat beside the woman his family worshipped as a living goddess; touched her silken robes, lifted them. His fingers went carefully to touch her secret spot, and he found it to be wet. Lewdly so. He took his fingers to his nostrils, then licked them.

“This is not happening to me.”

Ma’ayan undid her robes, loosening them, then lifted the black silk over her head. Her underclothes were of the purest white, and they made her appear flushed red. Her pale thighs were glistening with the evidence of her need, and he discerned pale symbols in them. He had the sense not to stare.

“Either lead, or be lead by her.”

Khalel’s awe cost him that lead. She pulled him to the cushions, undressed him. She had his cock out before he knew it, and was tasting it like he was fruit. She took him hungrily, and the way to her throat. Her face was so pale in contrast to the brown hair; Kalhel touched her cheek in spite of himself.

Maya moved over him, still dressed on the white cotton shift. She sat on his cock carefully, and he was surprised her walls got him so strongly. He would have been so much more careful with her, had she let him. Her growing excitement eased her tightness only a little, and Khaled lost his control completely. He spurted into her depths, trying madly to remember which moon it was, not sure he had permission for more than a question at all.

She laid on the cushions again. He obediently cleaned her thighs a little, to leave her somehow the way he had found her. It then dawned on him he just gave a living goddess the worst sex of her life. Would she let him remedy it?

“Lead.”

Khalel lowered the straps of her shift, exposing her breasts. It seemed nothing sort of sacrilege to remove it. He brushed the long hair away lovingly, then bent to kiss her. She had an amused smile on her face, but she allowed him this one kiss. Soon, he fell to kissing her ardently, feeling her melt under him. His cock was already interested, but he could not repeat the shameful performance he showed earlier. He kissed her breasts lovingly, cupping them in his hand, then reached for her pussy, leaving a trail of kisses.

He lifted her shift, slightly, then kissed her knot, which only made her jump. He left it alone, concentrating in the area around it, and that pleased a lot more. His fingers went into her wetness, carefully; he tasted her again, caressing her mound, her belly with his free hand. That made her moan aloud, and she tried to pull him to herself, which he refused, for he meant to linger on. His lips pulled at her folds, creating a rhythm with his enveloping fingers. Ma’ayan was becoming very wet, and he tasted more of her as she broke into sobs. She had come so quickly.

In a bid for some control over his own pleasure, Khalel made her turn on her side, entering her from behind. He had seen Marius use this position many a time, and assumed Ma’ayan was rather familiar with it. She was tight all over again, but wet, oh so wet, he slid in easily: he had to hold himself not to slam her with all his might. He moved slowly at first, and only when he felt her yield did he pound her more fiercely.

The woman under him started complaining quite loudly, and soon her felt her pussy contract against him in an all out orgasm. He continued, bewildered, having no idea where she started and where she finished; it was fitting that a goddess should come like that. He had even read about this on a book somewhere, not that he had any idea what to do with it. He made a pause, and Ma’ayan’s pussy contracted against him all the same, milking his cock. After she settled, he withdrew.

All around the room now, priests were laying with other priestesses, the lights had died, and only the moon made an appearance through the skylight. More time must have passed than Khalel realized.

Maazel appeared out of the blue. Ma’ayan stared at him like she was in need, and Khalel was hurt: he had counted half a dozen orgasms from her. Maazel knelt before her, made a curious sign with his hand; Khalel could not discern it clearly. Ma’ayan smiled back at him.

He undid his robes, then suddenly pushed her leg up, folding it until her knee reached her shoulder, and she did not even flinch. Maazel entered her carefully, then started to move in a increasingly harder pace. Ma’ayan stopped making noise, and her face went blank, her breathing strangled, she likely was coming continuously under the experienced priest’s ministrations. She made for an awesome sight, her face became even paler, as her cheeks, her chest became completely flushed.

Maazel turned her on her back, arranged her cushions lovingly, then pushed her legs back up to her ears. He entered again carefully, but quickly developed a pace Khalel could not even follow. Ma’ayan finally broke into moans she could not suppress, and Maazel pounded her deeply for a few minutes before crying out himself. Ma’ayan was sobbing, coming, twisting completely out of control. Maazel held her lovingly like she was the only woman in the world.

Then he motioned for Kalhel to first, close his drooling mouth, then second, get the bottle of pure oil someone had left by the cushions.

“By the gods he cannot be serious.”

Khalel laid beside the couple like it was the most common thing in the world. Suddenly the training he was constantly complaining about did not seem nearly enough. He wanted to give her pleasure. Something she could remember, something good about himself. He poured the oil in his fingers. He had never done this to anyone he even half cared about. Now he was at loss, and had perhaps a moment to spare before Maazel assumed he had failed and took the chance from him.

Maazel touched Ma’ayan’s breasts, exposed them further, then made her lay on her side. Khalel massaged the oil against her backside, then tentatively pressed a finger into her closed butt. She was not as tight as he had feared, still she flinched.

“Tentative is not pleasant. Lead.”

Khalel tried again, this time with a firmer touch, and she opened to him, moaning. Maazel added a finger to her clit, and she was liking it all a lot better now. He could not reach her well though, because her legs were closed.

“Keep her open to you, closed legs equals a closed way.”

Khalel parted her legs gently, and continued the gentle exploration of her ass. Maazel was following his suit, playing with her pussy. When he pressed two fingers inside, she did not like it so much.

“Fingers are hard and have bones inside.”

Khalel slipped his cock into her pussy, and it took some confidence for him to pound her more quickly. He felt her relax quite clearly, and withdrew only to place his cock at her other, closed entrance. Maazel poured more oil between her and himself, and Khalel pressed against her.

Maazel rubbed her folds all the while, as Khalel slowly took her, easily, gripped so tightly in her depths, as she moaned freely, lost.

Khalel pressed forwards and forwards, amazed at her reactions, until Maazel stopped him with a hand.

“Be quite sure you wish to enter the inner gate. The woman must be absolutely aroused, or the feeling will not be pleasant for her.”

***

At that time a piercing scream filled the mostly quiet room, and Ma’ayan recognized it as being Samara. Ma’ayan was used to all kinds of screaming from her own Temple, and she was not sure this was the sort of screaming that should be heard in here.

Maazel was Amara’s Master, and he watched Maya’s concern with understanding, bid her wait. He listened carefully for a while, and sure enough, Samara was moaning a lot more recognizably in just a minute more.

“I will take Khalel to one of the other priests, then I will come back to speak with you.”

“I will be at the balcony. Have fun, Khalel.”

Ma’ayan had jested, Khalel did not look like he was going to be joining anyone but the cushions.

***

The priestess climbed the stairs to the balcony, who was partly in the moonlit outside garden, partly into the darkened room. Ma’ayan knelt at the pallet by the wall, shoulders at the railing which overlooked all the action. Maazel came back as he promised, joined her.

“Don’t be too concerned, Ma’ayan. She gets noisy when she is happy. Do you want to go look?”

“No, better not.”

“I’d rather stay here myself.”

Maazel slid his hands under her shifts, touching her now drenched pussy, then inserting a finger into her somewhat sore butt. Ma’ayan made to protest, but something about him, the way he licked her ear, and pressed against her, so very promising, made her accede. Samara was moaning again, and her moans, albeit more moderate now in every way, where leading Maya on. Soon she felt Maazel slip into her ass, just the head, as he stood behind her, half kneeling on the pallet, then he started moving just in time with his slave’s moans. Ma’ayan was taken by all of it, completely absorbed on the way she felt, so nice, so full, so thoroughly used.

She almost cried when he stopped, and she pressed her face to her arms, a bellyful of pleasure just waiting to come undone. It took a while before she could look back, and see that a latecomer had just arrived to the party: Elkanan.

Maazel made her lay on the bed, her back propped by pillows on the walls, her feet fell to floor, and the man indicated she should keep them open. Her hands he tied together, then to the railing above her head, as Elkanan watched, apprehensive.

Maazel then pulled her forward, exposing her pussy fully, then he knelt before her so he could play with it. Elkanan undressed then, kissed Maya in a way Maazel just would not dare, then brought his cock to her mouth.

Maya felt helpless in such a good way, so free. The heat from the cock in her mouth only added to the heat of the mouth in her pussy, and each man had grabbed one of her nipples and was playing with it. Somehow it all worked, the timing was perfect.

Maya wondered if the entire room was fucking in time with Samara’s screams!

Maazel then left Ma’ayan, and moved to sit behind her, twisted her here and that, buried himself into her ass. She never had the time to protest, for Elkanan was already playing with her pussy, licking and fingering and biting all at once, and she was sure she would be taking the lead from Samara very soon if this continued.

Maazel noticed that she struggled, and that it seemed to be detracting from the pleasure he wanted to give her; he made a suggestion that made Elkanan leave her be at once.

“Do you want a gag, Maya?”

The other man shook his head from side to side. “No way, Maazel.”

“Don’t be this way, Elkanan. She is breathing over my own chest, and there is no better way to measure her compliance than having a cock in her ass.”

Ma’ayan giggled uncomfortable. “I am still here, you two.”

Maazel moved his head so she could see him. “Want the gag, sweet”

“Yes.”

Elkanan handed the gag to Maazel like it was hot, or something worse. Maazel was amazed at the hold Ma’ayan seemed to have over those men, imagined they all made the same mistakes with her in the past.

Well, she was all grown up now.

Maazel tied it as if it was nothing to him, making sure it was secure in place, then moved in her ass a little, to remind her they had been so busy. The gag made her give in to them, so much, Elkanan wished that Marius was here. What if she checked out for good? As Maazel settled in her depths, Elkanan went back to tasting her, gently at first, then much more fiercely as she struggled against her bonds, all the while her very untied legs remained planted to the floor.

Elkanan then leaned over her, his eyes going before him, warning her of what he wished to try, and she nodded dreamily. As he placed himself on her entrance, there seemed to be no place for him, so the three of them started the now familiar dance of adjustment, moving a little here and there. Since Maya was so gone, Maazel loosened the bonds in her hands, so she was free to move away if she needed to. A tangle of bodies they made, the tiny woman so overwhelmed, her channels contracting madly, enveloping both their cocks, and when they both started moving, she stopped struggling.

On and on they pressed, now for their own pleasure, as the woman relaxed like they did not know she could, vanquished, though that was still a lot tighter than it was wise.

***

Marius watched as Arvind worked hard to please Alrin, a little concerned about the noise Samara was making. What were they doing to the poor thing?

Alrin was just not into this tonight, and when Samara started carrying on like that, she just lost it. Arvind eyed Marius, worried.

“Arvind, please join Kieran with Samara, I will take Alrin outside for a walk.”

The young man smiled, bid his farewell to the pretty girl, then did as Marius bid.

“Come with me, sweet.”

Marius and Alrin walked somewhat into the woods, and soon they were following a path.

They walked for a few minutes before Alrin felt she had to say something.

“I just could not, Samara sounded like she was suffering.”

“Were you afraid?”

“Of, you, no!”

Marius smiled. “Of course not. What then?”

“It just turned me off.”

“Young women can be so direct. “”That can happen, thought I must tell you it is not so usual, for a student like you.”

They walked some more, and Marius decided to lead them back before they ended up spending the night in faery, or worse.

Alrin knew it was unusual, and worked up the courage for her next statement.

“Lord Marius, if I left the worship, would I have to leave Alrana?”

Marius thought before he answered. “Would you not want to go back home?”

“No, at least not at first. Would you have something else for me to do?”

Marius stopped, looked at her eyes, shining in the darkness. “I think we could think of something. Alrin, sweet, leaving the Art before you Initiate, it is possible, but it is an irrevocable act. There is no turning back.”

“I guess I never truly joined, my Lord.”

Of all the students, Alrin was the one to surprise him like this. He had thought her so much under Kieran’s spell.

“Do we have to go back in?”

“I must eventually, but you can stay in the roof if you want. There is a garden, it is pleasant there.”

When they arrived, they sat in one of the benches, and Marius was going to look at the stars, when Alrin surprised him again.

“Before I leave, would you enter me?”

Marius could not hide his surprise. “Enter you?”

“If you like, but you might find I require a little preparation first.”

“Oblige me my Lord.”

Marius pulled Alrin over him, exposed his cock, who was by far the most neglected of the entire priesthood at the moment, then exposed the warm dewy pussy. Despite what she asked, he tried her a little with a finger, found that Arvind must have learnt a thing or two after he had left his tutoring.

“There, if you want it, take it yourself.”

Marius helped her balance herself as she pushed against him, with surprisingly little skill, and he steadied her here and there for leverage. Alrin seemed to be satisfying some long guarded curiosity, trying not to moan as his head stretched her so very much.

Marius just waited in amusement until her body caught up with her, as she got wetter and wetter, and her tight channel expanded around his unyielding cock, that common miracle.

When she worked her own orgasm all on her own, and laid against him, safe, panting, he whispered in her ear. “Want some more?”

The young blonde thing smiled broadly. “Yes.”

Marius made her kneel on the bench, then came behind her, entering her slowly, as she moaned, still unused. She was so pretty, this one, so delicate, but he knew just the way with the delicate ones.

Soon he was moving quite freely, as she obediently kept quiet, for they were outside. Marius played with her hard until she indicated she had enough.

“Are you not going to …?”

“Later. If you want to go back in now, well, I am sure some of the other students have had enough and you can just go to sleep beside them. I am wary of leaving you alone here.”

“Please, Sir.”

Marius sent Alrin through the door, showed her the spot where two of her fellow students where already resting on, then thought to watch the proceedings from the balcony. He had an uneasy feeling today, and sharpened his hearing to see if the could hear Ma’ayan anywhere. It worried him, that she was here.

Samara was still carrying on the way she liked.

“Whomever is taking her, is directing the entire party on his own.”

When he got to the balcony he could not believe his eyes, for Elkanan was holding a bound and gagged Maya, and she was not looking so good. Marius, who was not in such a good mood to start with, lost it like he had not in years.

“Are you two insane? How can you know she is doing well? How can she breathe with that thing in her mouth? What will need to happen here for you to understand she is “not to be dealt with this way”?”

Maya was obviously very shaken from whatever they had been doing, but she still managed to look at her estranged husband, quite puzzled.

” And who asked for your help?”

Maazel simply unbound Ma’ayan and walked out, after making sure she was well, Elkanan could not understand what hit him. Ma’ayan dressed herself hastily and fled the door, not before shooting them a look that meant everything.

“Don’t follow me.”

***

Ma’ayan sat in her rooms the next morning, she had woke up fairly early, for she wished to visit Samara and Maazel. She wished to make peace with the man, and really wanted to see how her friend was doing.

She took her time over her breakfast, trying to piece out what actually had happened, what was that Marius had seen. Last night she had been really, really angry, but now, she had softened somewhat. Her husband had never done this before, and that was no protective fit: “Marius was jealous of her!”

The priestess should have been furious, really, but the woman was not. Nor was she surprised that Edar should come in, only to admit his Master into the aposent.

“That is well, Edar.”

Marius stood before, her contrite.

“Sit down, my Lord.”

“I am so sorry, Ma’ayan. I don’t know what came over me.”

“You should be apologizing to the two bewildered men in there. Nothing happened to me.”

“I was horrible. All these months you are trying to build your own life, consolidate your position, and I – I treat you like you are a child before your peers.”

“Marius, I have given it much thought, and in truth, we did get carried away, yesterday. That was not the setting for what was happening, and some basic precautions were neglected. Besides, the balcony was not part of the designated space.” “And I really like it that you care for me.”

Marius kissed her forehead. “Though I am happy that you think this way, again, I am truly sorry to have been such a brute.”

“Ah Marius, I am not sure if I would have done better, had I walked in on you … ”

The man smiled, as if he had caught that as well. “I will do better next time. Are you going somewhere so early?”

“I thought to see how Samara is doing today. I am feeling uneasy about her this morning.”

“Very well. I guess I need to see how Elkanan is doing.”

Marius shifted in his chair a little. “Maya, is this a good time to make a request?”

“Sure, what do you need?”

“It is more of a heads up, really. Do you remember that once I asked you to extend your help to Alrin, if it became necessary?”

“Is she in need?”

“I think I may ask you to take her in for a while.”

“Just let me know.”

***

Marius sat in his rooms for most of the day, after he had done his apologizing rounds. Luckily Maya chose her lovers so carefully, none of the men were likely to publicize the incident.

When he thought his day could not possibly unravel any further, Kieran was announced at his door.

“What can I help you with?”

“It did not go well, the festivities we planned.”

“Your students seem very unhappy.”

“When I told them they should start thinking of Initiation, Alrin just came to me and said …” Kieran broke off, he could not repeat what he had heard, it made no sense to him.

“She mentioned this to me yesterday, Kieran. I must tell you I was surprised.”

“When?”

“I had to take Alrin out yesterday, quite in the beginning of the proceedings. I would even go as far as to mention that she was not ready to be in The Floor at all.”

“She insisted, and I did not think to refuse … what am I going to do?”

“If you offered her respite, and she requested it, I think you must honor her wish.”

“But Marius, she will he unsafe! Alrin is such a small thing, and when men find out what her past is, they will hurt her. I have seen this happen.”

“Of course you have. You have done it yourself!”

Marius held his anger in check. “I do feel I have a certain experience with reforming repentant lost priestesses. If she wishes to stay here, I can take her as my ward, and find her a place.”

“Your ward.”

“Yes, Kieran. Alrin is going to be off-limits to you and the others. These terms I will not waive, for they are the only means I have to ensure her safety.”

The man sighed, and he did seem quite crushed. “Are you going to treat her with the same respect you have for Nadia?”

“Yes. Nadia is like a daughter to me. If Alrin gains Ma’ayan’s trust, then, it will be much the same for her. ”

***

Ma’ayan had been delayed by a Temple emergency, and it was a while before she reached Maazel’s rooms. The man seemed alone.

“May I speak with you for a moment?”

“Even two. You are not gagged now.”

“If you must know, he is quite sorry about the whole thing.”

Maazel made a dismissive gesture, and smiled. “He has been here already.”

“Where is Samara? Is she all right?”

“She is bathing. Why should she not be well, Ma’ayan?”

“I am sorry, I feel so uneasy, it must still be the commotion from yesterday.”

At that Samara left the bathroom, stark naked, and greeted her friend as if this was usual for her.

Then she caught hold of herself, smiled.

“Let me put something on.”

Maazel smiled as well, then turned to Ma’ayan. “See, she is fine.”

Ma’ayan sat down, for it seemed that her powers had made a leap. She could now detect pregnancy in others just as well as Marius could; she knew that, because it was likely that Samara was with child. Maazel saw her face and now he was truly worried.

“Please, Ma’ayan, is Samara well?”

“I told them the Ritual was being held too late.”

Maazel put his head on the table as he understood only too well . “We were lucky until now.”

“How will she cope with the news?”

Maazel was about to answer, when it dawned on him. If it had been late for Samara, well …

“By the Goddess, Ma’ayan, is there any chance you could also … ”

“Unlikely, Maazel.”

“But don’t you go by the moon, like the others.”

Maya was a bit wary of discussing this. “Well, my husband being a wizard, we got this down to a fine art. Really, if it was not relatively safe, I would not be there. I really don’t want another child now, but I am unwilling to stop living because of it.”

Maazel was not so relieved. “If it happens, Ma’ayan, you know what I think about this.”

“I remember, Maazel. You need to think about Samara now. It will not be too long before a wizard or another breaks the news to her.”

“Won’t you?”

“No, no. It is much too soon.”

***

Heads up, indeed. Marius delivered Alrin to her that very afternoon. They talked in the garden as the girl waited for them inside.

“I told the guards that she is like Nadia now.”

“Is she Marius?”

“I practically adopted this girl today, Maya. Kieran is very worried about her for some reason.”

“Now he remembers. What is your will where she is concerned?”

“I suppose you are always in need of attendants. I would thank you if you could take your time finding something she would enjoy doing. Use your judgment in this, we really don’t know that much about her.”

“She seems such a sweet thing.”

“It is probably what she is. I am indebted to you for being so gracious.”

“Samara is pregnant.”

“You are diagnosing this early, already? I am impressed. Did you tell her?”

Marius all of a sudden got worried, moved closer, raised his hand to check her for the same “condition”. “Ah, Maya, did we make a mistake?”

“I did not.” Maya nodded that he could touch her. “I did not feel anything going on there, Marius. Even if I got ready by the evening, the chances would be not so good.”

“I hope so, my heart.” Marius sighed. “Alrin, will probably be pregnant by tonight.”

“Nice. Anything else?”

“Danae already is.”

“You are not leaving her there.”

“No, but I have day or two to find her a place.”

“Send her to me too. I will just put them all up in the Temple’s guest house. This way I can keep an eye on them. Samara can also join, though I have no reason to think she would want to leave her Master.”

Marius head was spinning. “That would be splendid. In a week, if this is relevant, we must speak of this again.”

“We will.”