The Only Son Amongst The Daughters Of Eros

The heavy temple doors groaned softly as Aeric pushed them open, the sound reverberating through the sacred hall like a reluctant invitation.

'Fuck,' he swore internally. 'Hope that wasn't so loud.'

Stepping inside, he of course recognized the familiar grandeur of the High Priest's temple. The air carried the scent of aged wood and incense, mingling with a faint metallic tang that always seemed to linger.

Golden statues, silver ropes dangling at all corners with those glowing beads connected to them, the shiny vines and the celestial symbols engraved in stone. All their serene expressions illuminated by flickering light from enchanted sconces that poured a magical light across the smooth marble floor.

He saw the central shrine adorned with fresh offerings: baskets of fruit, vials of glowing essence, and intricately folded prayer papers.

But what he didn't see was the Headmistress.

Aeric's boots clicked softly against the floor as he advanced, his gaze darting around. Despite the temple's grandeur, it was eerily silent, save for the occasional crackle of the sconces. Miss Lysandra was nowhere to be seen, nor was the Divine Priest.

He frowned, his mind racing.

Where could they have gone? And why isn't anyone else here?

He stood still for a while then moved his eyes through the room and stared at the imposing round door to the inner sanctum. Like before, it loomed at the far end of the hall, carved from dark wood and etched with ancient symbols.

Aeric let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Again?" he muttered under his breath.

After his last visit, the inner sanctum wasn't a place he enjoyed visiting. It had an oppressive air, and the last time Aeric was inside, it felt like there were people looking at him though the walls themselves, and like things happened in that room. Like it carried the weight of countless secrets.

Still, he couldn't turn back now. If Miss Lysandra and the Divine Priest were inside, then whatever they were up to was important enough to warrant secrecy.

Maybe they were doing something important for the realm that needed to be kept away from the people. And that, Aeric thought, is exactly why I need to know.

Approaching the sanctum door, he hesitated for only a moment before placing his hand on the cold, polished black wood. The sigils flared brighter at his touch, and with a slow, deliberate push, he eased the door open.

Naturally, just like last time, the air beyond the door was heavier, colder. Aeric stepped into the sanctum, his heart beating a steady rhythm in his chest. The light from the main hall disappeared as the door shut behind him, replaced by the dim, bluish glow of crystals embedded in the walls.

Before him, a spiral staircase once again descended into the depths. He remembered to be careful there with his steps as the staircase was old just like the Priest had told him before.

Aeric tightened his cape around him, taking the stairs one careful step at a time. Each footfall was measured, his weight distributed to avoid making noise. The air grew colder as he descended, and the faint sound of muffled voices began to reach his ears.

He paused, straining to listen. The voices were low and urgent, too indistinct to make out, but they confirmed what he suspected: he wasn't alone down here.

They were down here, talking about something. Something important surely. And he was going to pry all the information.

'What are they discussing?' he wondered. His curiosity burned brighter with every step.

As he continued downward, the space around him grew darker, the crystal light becoming sparser. The walls seemed to press closer, the spiral tightening as though guiding him toward a singular point.

Finally, the staircase ended, opening into a small, dimly lit chamber. Aeric pressed himself against the wall, his eyes scanning the room. The space was austere compared to the ornate temple above, but it carried a weight of significance. In the center of the room stood a stone table, its surface etched with ancient runes that glimmered faintly.

And there they were — Miss Lysandra and the Divine Priest.

But my oh my, had Aeric been wrong and had his ears deceived him. These two were not having a decision at all!

All those noises he had been hearing, they were voices for sure, but they weren't voices of conversation, they were voices of something else. And it made sense that it had sounded like Headmistress Lysandra was the only one speaking.

"Uhh! Ughhh! Ohhh! Oh, Priest! Yes! Give me your Divine shaft! Push it into me! Fill my aged sheath with your priestly pump meat!"

Aeric's eyes widened. 'What in the name of fuck?'

The Divine Priest, with his old hunched form was bent over the Royal Institution's headmistress, who had her legs wide open and locked around his waist, receiving pumps into her as her boobs bounced on the old man's face.

"Yes! Yes! Priest! Oh yes! Do not mind your stamina!" Lysandra moaned. "My magic will keep you agile and active, so keep filling me with that cock that has had no other cunt but mine! Yes! Yes! Oh fuccccckkk meee!"

Aeric stared at them, mostly at how comical it was. The poor Divine Priest looked like a weak cow being milked the very last drops of milk in its udder, and Headmistress Lysandra was the greedy farmer, forcing him to keep pumping into her.

What the hell was happening and, "How long has this been going on?" Aeric suddenly asked.

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Silence.

"Aaahh. The Divinity looks upon me with great shame! Great shame that I can not hide my face from!" The Divine Priest pulled his cock away and scurried backwards, lying down on the floor and hiding his face.

The Headmistress scattered backwards, grabbing her clothes and covering her body, though that barely hid those giant breasts and ass of hers, as she stared at the intruder in disbelief.

"Son of Starlight!" she exclaimed.

Aeric looked at the two of them one after the other and smirked. "Divine Priest? Headmistress? Don't you both just love it when things work out perfectly for the main character?"