"Mnnnn!" Ludmilla moaned into Ava’s pussy, the thump of magic building, swirling, filling Ava in a swirl of power.
The collar around her neck glowed, pulsing in time to the pink eddies of magic.
She felt something. Something more than Ludmilla’s ass on her face and the tongue on her pussy.
Tendrils seemed to seep through her like a growing web of pleasure. Filling her. Stuffing her as her core ached for completion.
"N-no!" Ludmilla gasped, quivering atop the elven slut, her jaw slack, her eyes fairly watering as she tried to suppress the pleasure, even as she ground her pussy against the humming want. "Wh-what are you d-doing? The... the spell... it isn’t... I can’t... ah... ah..."
Ava paid no attention. The pleasure was filling her up.
She could faintly hear whispers at the back of her mind. The moans of the people around her joining in a chorus of praise. A name rising on lips panting with ecstasy.
Ludmilla was shuddering, trying to focus, unable to as the wand buzzed against her, vibrating, joining the magic which seeped through her. Around her. Her hands clutched the altar. "Y-yes! Yessss! Fuuuuuck yessssss!"
Ludmilla’s cry split the air, sundering the chanting. The swell of magic burst in a sudden explosion of power.
Pink magic rushed like a wave from the altar. Cultists were blown over by the force of the orgasmic peak of their priestess.
The sudden burst of pleasure pushed Ava over the edge.
She cried out, her whole body stiffening as her orgasm raced through her in a eruption of purest pleasure.
She bucked, cumming, every throb of orgasmic pleasure seeming to bleed more of that magic from her, leaving her limp upon the altar.
Ludmilla fell back, her ass crushing Ava’s face, not that the elf minded as she moaned, kissing the sorceress’s tight hole, rubbing the wand over Ludmilla’s mound, making the witch twitch and groan in aftershocks of pleasure.
A hand groped up beside Ava. "Wh... what happened?" Vargaras gasped as she propped herself up on the altar, looking about dully. "Is... is she here? Is the goddess among us?"
Ludmilla cast an exhausted glare at the other woman. "N-no. The ritual... ah... was interrupted by... mmm... by something."
"We failed?" the countess said.
"For now," Ludmilla said as she bit her lower lip, grinding her ass down on Ava’s eager tongue. "Mnnn... But do not worry, oh children of the goddess, we will... ah... we will persevere. We can repeat the ritual t-tomorrow. And in the meantime," she added with a glance back at the elf still moaning under her firm rear. "I think I’ll take the time to train our new vessel about... ah... about the n-needs of her—"
A thudding came from the stairs. Ludmilla looked to the curtain as it was torn aside by Thaddius, the massive butler stumbling into the room. "R-raiiiiid!" the butler shouted.
It took a moment for the gathered cultists to register that word. But when they did, all hell broke loose.
Bodies lurched up from the floor, staggering about in blind confusion, men and women abandoning the curvy sluts they’d been so enjoying to try and find an escape.
The ecstasy of sinful orgasm made way for the reality of legal reputation and consequences.
Ludmilla stared in blank astonishment, then suddenly rose, lifting her ass off Ava’s head.
She grabbed the elf by the collar, wrenching up the stunned woman. "You!" she snarled into Ava’s face. "What did you do!"
"Huh?" Ava said.
The scream of a whistle echoed down the passage, and in an instant Silver Griffons were pounding down the stairs and into the room. Thaddius tried to stop them, but a burst of blinding golden light sent the massive man tumbling over like a felled tree.
Ludmilla cursed and released Ava’s collar.
She swept from the altar, though as an afterthought grabbing the buzzing wand before she hurried towards another of the curtains.
Throwing is aside, she vanished down the dark tunnel, several Silver Griffons racing after her seconds later.
Ava slumped on the altar, too stunned and pleasured to properly register what was happening.
She watched in blank awe as Griffons tackled squealing cultists, cuffing and cuffing the naked revellers with grim purpose.
"Ava Copperman!"
Ava blinked as she suddenly found herself once more facing the captain of the Silver Griffons as he strode through the room, casting his eyes about grimly. She sat up abruptly. "Brightmore? What... how..."
Brightmore grimaced at the sight of the collar around her neck.
He grabbed it, golden light blazed from his grip. Ava yelped as the jewel in the collar cracked, then burst, the catch giving with a click as he tore the collar off her throat.
"There we are," he said.
Ava sat up a little straighter as the compulsion of the collar left her. She touched her throat in surprise. "Oh," she said, then shook herself. "Wait, how did you get here?"
"Your... friend Ireen told us," the paladin said as he surveyed the evidence of the cult’s orgiastic excesses, a number of men and women currently pressed against the wall and being cuffed while dazed, lovely looking women were being draped in cloaks by guards. "Apparently she was worried that you were going to get into trouble."
"She did? Aw, that’s nice of her. But I was doing fine!" Ava said with a giggle. "They were trying to summon their goddess into me, but I don’t think it worked."
"So it would seem." he glanced at her again, blushing lightly, keeping his eyes forcefully on her face. "I... don’t suppose I could convince you not to write about this?"
"Are you kidding! This is the story of the year!" Ava cried, then gave him a teasing look. "Buuuut, I guess you did help me out too. So, maybe a little treat is in order."
"T-treat? Oh there uh... is no uh..."
Brightmore stammered, and Ava took that opportunity to lean forward and kiss him.
The paladin’s face flamed as her soft lips moved against his, her tongue teasing access, then deepening the kiss.
Brightmore gasped, groaned as Ava’s tongue toyed with his before she pulled away with a smile.
Brightmore swayed where he stood, his mind short circuiting, lips parted in shock. "Th... that was..."
"Great, right!" Ava chimed. "So now you take off your pants, and I can suck you off!"
"Wh-what! That... I have work to do! I don’t... I would never... gah!"
Throwing his cloak out, Brightmore whirled and marched off, shouting orders to the paladins in the chamber. Ava giggled from atop the altar, touching her lips with a sparkle of mischief.
Though maybe it was best if he didn’t find out her lips had until recently been firmly planted on a dark priestess’s asshole. Humans could be funny about things like that...
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