Chapter 9
Andrew hadn’t wanted to leave Ayla.
The feeling surprised him, but when the higher sisters came for him, something in him resisted.
The temple, the ritual, everything that had been building toward this moment suddenly felt very real. This were moving at a rapid pace, and somehow Ayla felt like someone he could hold onto, and feel safe with. He didn’t want to lose that.
“Ayla can come with us, right?” he had asked.
Ayla had shaken her head. “I am not permitted. Only the higher sisters may attend.”
That had been the end of it.
Now, he followed Trina toward a large wooden building wedged between two giant trees. It didn’t seem out of the ordinary, and at first, he wondered if it even was the temple.
But once he had entered and the doors closed behind them with a deep, echoing sound, he was no longer in doubt.
Andrew slowed as his eyes adjusted to the dim, glowing light. The space was vast—larger than the throne room, yet quieter, more contained.
He was brought to a small chamber located to the side. The room had a large cushion on the floor, and not much more.
“Please wait here,” Trina had said. “I will come for you when the time comes.” She gestured to her side. “Refreshments are over there.”
Andrew had only now noticed a small table, which had a bowl with what looked like fruit, and a wooden flask with he guessed water.
Trina had left without another word.
Andrew had sighed and dropped himself onto the cushion. “And now we wait,” he had said out loud. He sat for a bit, then took the flask to drink. It was indeed water.
Afterward, he went back to cushion, and sat down again. He wondered how long he was supposed to wait.
He lost himself in thought, and decided to close his eyes. Just for a bit.
“Wake up,” a voice said as he felt a hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him.
Andrew opened his eyes, finding a beautiful face staring back at him. It was Trina. Her long brown hair was hidden under a white hood.
He frowned as he rubbed his face, trying to get rid of the drowsiness. “Jeez, sorry—how long was I out?”
“A couple of hours,” Trina said. “I hope you had a good rest. The cushion is very comfortable.”
Andrew grinned at her remark. From what he had heard Trina say so far, it sounded very unlike her. “It sure is,” he said with a grin.
“Come,” she said, and slowly pulled his arm.
Andrew stood up and took her in.
Her white hood was connected to a white robe, that covered her entire body, with only her face bare. He couldn’t help but noticed her nipples shining through the fabric, showing the robe wasn’t as thick as he initially thought.
“They are waiting,” she said. She held his gaze, the seriousness he found so unmistakably hers back in her eyes. “Are you ready?”
Andrew shrugged. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” he said.
Trina smiled, then lay her hand on his cheek.
Andrew was surprised by the sudden gesture, which was warm and affectionate.
Trina let out a breath. “You are the one,” she said. “I hope to be one of the selected to receive your seed.”
Andrew’s heart raced in his chest. “I—I’d be honored,” he stammered, feeling dumb the moment he’d said it.
Trina smiled again. “No, I’d be.” She took back her hand. “If it’s the gods will,” she then said, and turned around. “Now, follow me.”
And just like that, the moment had gone. Andrew was still stunned by this whole new side of Trina.
This hadn’t been the stoic woman that had escorted him all throughout the city, bound by her duty.
No, this had been the woman hidden behind the facade, behind the role she performed.
It had been a hint of warm intimacy that she had within her. She had already intrigued him before—and made him cum twice—but now that he’d seen a glimpse of this other, more personal side, he wanted more.
Her hand had left a warm afterglow on his cheek. “Oh gods, be kind indeed,” he whispered under his breath.
Calming his mind, he followed her out of the small room. She guided him to two large doors, and pushed them open. It led into a large hall.
Andrew’s mouth nearly fell open as he gazed around.
The air felt heavier, and indeed somehow more sacred. Crystals lined the walls, embedded into the wood and stone in intricate patterns, casting a soft, radiant glow that filled the chamber with shifting light.
High above, an opening in the ceiling allowed sunlight to pour in.
A single beam cut down through the space like a pillar, catching drifting dust and faint mist as it descended.
The combination of crystal light and the bright beam from above gave the room an almost unreal quality. Spiritual, magical.
Andrew’s footsteps echoed softly as Trina guided him forward, deeper into the chamber. As he moved further in, he began to see them.
Women. Dozens of them.
They stood in a wide circle around the center of the room, forming a silent perimeter.
Each wore a similar flowing white robe, their bodies mostly concealed, their faces hidden beneath lowered hoods.
The fabric shifted gently with the faint movement of air, giving them an almost ghostlike stillness despite their presence.
Andrew slowed, his gaze moving from one figure to the next, trying to take it all in.
Trina continued guiding him until they reached the exact center of the chamber, where she finally stopped.
The silence deepened around them. Andrew could feel the women’s presence coming in from all sides.
Then Trina moved behind him.
Her hands were calm as they reached for him, and Andrew tensed instinctively. “Hey—” he started, but the word faded almost immediately.
His clothes were removed piece by piece until he stood exposed in the center of the chamber.
The air brushed against his skin, cooler now, sharper in contrast to the warmth from the little chamber.
Even without direct eye contact, he could feel the attention of the women around him. It settled over him, heavy and undeniable.
The circle began to move.
They went slowly at first, then with quiet coordination, the women stepped forward. Their movements were synchronized, their robes shifting softly as they closed in around him. They circled him in a steady rhythm.
There were so many of them. Forty. Maybe fifty.
Were these the ones he would have to impregnate? The thought gave him goosebumps and a jolt of arousal.
Andrew turned his head slightly, trying to follow their motion, but it was impossible to focus on any single one for long. They moved as a whole, a unified presence that made the space feel smaller.
Then one of them stepped forward.
She raised her hands and lowered her hood.
Andrew’s breath caught. It was Queen Echophyna.
She stepped into the beam of light, her gaze settling on him. As she moved, the robe shifted just enough for him to notice that she wore nothing beneath it.
His pulse rose.
The Queen lifted her chin slightly and turned toward the others, her voice carrying through the chamber with calm authority as she began to speak.
Andrew barely registered the words. His focus kept shifting between her, the other women, and the weight of everything about to happen.
Then the movement changed. The circle broke.
The women stepped back in perfect unison, parting away from the center and opening the space around him. What had been hidden was now revealed.
At the heart of the chamber lay a large, circular cushion which seemed more like a low bed than anything else. It was layered with soft materials.
Andrew hesitated for a fraction of a second. Then he felt Trina’s hand press lightly against his back: a silent instruction to step forward.
He obeyed.
The surface beneath his feet softened as he approached, then gave slightly as he lowered himself onto the cushion. He sat down, the unfamiliar texture beneath him grounding him just enough to keep from completely losing himself in the moment.
The women remained parted, forming a clear path through the chamber.
Andrew followed that path with his eyes.
And then he saw her.
A figure stepped forward from the far side of the room. A young woman emerged into the light, her movements slow as she approached. Dark hair framed her face, falling over her shoulders as she walked.
Andrew’s heart was now banging in his chest.
She was completely naked, her breasts full and attractive, her hips wide and inviting. Her gaze was fixed on him, unwavering in her approach.
As she got closer, he noticed how her eyes sparkled.
Andrew swallowed as she drew closer, his pulse rising even further, the reality of the situation finally settling in.
This is really happening.
His gaze briefly left the girl approaching him, and he now realized all the other women had dropped their robes and were naked. They stood there, their bare bodies half-hidden in shadows, and magical in the ambient glow of the crystals.
A soft touch on the top of his head brought his gaze back forward. The girl was now standing in front of him, her pubic hair only inches away from his face. He swallowed as the scent of her skin and arousal hit him.
He was rock hard in seconds.
The woman lowered herself to his eye level, and he was speechless as the tip of her nose touched his. He got lost in her crystal-green eyes.
The woman smiled, her lips slightly quivering.
For a second, he was wondering what to do—even though it seemed obvious—and froze up.
But he didn’t have to think. To his surprise, the woman took the lead, gently guiding him onto his back. He lay down on the soft, cushion-like bedrest and breathed out deeply.
Butterflies exploded in his stomach as she mounted him, bringing his tip between her legs, rubbing it through her soft pubic hair.
The woman leaned forward, her breath warm against his lips as she hovered above him, her green eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made the rest of the chamber blur.
She didn’t speak, but she didn’t need to. Her body did the talking as she lowered herself further, guiding the swollen head of his cock through the soft, damp curls of her pubic hair until it nestled against the wet warmth of her entrance.
Andrew’s hands found her hips instinctively, fingers digging into the generous curve of flesh as she sank down.
A groan escaped him when her tight walls stretched around his shaft, enveloping him slowly.
She was soaking wet already, her arousal coating him as she took him deeper, her inner muscles fluttering and clenching in rhythmic welcome.
“Oh… fuck,” he whispered, the word raw in the sacred quiet.
She smiled again, that same trembling curve of her lips, and began to move. Not fast nor frantic, but a slow, rolling grind of her hips that dragged against the base of his shaft with every downward stroke.
Her full breasts swayed gently above him, nipples hardened that brushed his chest as she leaned forward.
The circle of women watched in silence, their naked bodies glowing softly in the crystal light.
The air grew thicker with the scent of feminine arousal, mixing with the faint herbal incense that drifted through the chamber.
Andrew’s gaze flicked briefly to the Queen. She stood closest now, her own robe discarded, her body bare and glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
Her eyes burned as she watched the young woman ride him.
The girl above him quickened her pace, her breathing turning into soft, needy whimpers. She planted her hands on his chest for leverage and began bouncing properly, the wet sounds of their joining echoing softly in the vast space.
Each time she slammed down, her ass rippled against his thighs, her pussy gripping him.
Andrew began thrusting up to meet her, unable to remain passive any longer. His hands slid up her waist, cupping her heavy breasts, thumbs on her nipples until she gasped and arched her back.
The angle changed, letting him sink even deeper, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every powerful stroke.
“Yes…” she finally breathed, the first word he’d heard from her, husky and trembling. “Fill me… give me your seed…”
The words sent a spike of raw lust through him. He sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around her back to hold her close while the other gripped her ass.
Their mouths crashed together in a hungry kiss with tongues sliding as he drove into her from below with short, deep thrusts.
Her moans grew louder, unrestrained now, echoing through the temple.
Around them, the watching sisters began to echo those sounds, soft gasps and sighs rippling through the circle as they looked on in pleasure.
The girl’s inner walls started to flutter wildly around him, her body tensing as her climax built. She broke the kiss to bury her face against his neck, panting hotly against his skin.
He slammed up into her harder, grinding into her with every thrust.
She shattered with a sharp cry, her pussy clamping down around him in powerful, rhythmic spasms. Her juices flooded over his shaft as she trembled violently in his arms, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Andrew kept going, feeling his own climax approaching fast.
With a deep moan, he pushed himself as deep as he could and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum deep inside of her.
He held her tightly against him as he emptied himself, wave after wave of ecstasy shocking through his system. He kept grinding into her until his balls ached and he had filled her up.
They stayed locked together, panting, hearts hammering in sync. She lifted her head just enough to look at him again, those crystal green eyes soft and glowing.
Around them, the sisters began to hum—a low, harmonious sound that vibrated through the chamber like a blessing.
The Queen stepped closer, her voice soft but carrying easily. “The first offering is accepted.”
The women cheered in unison, startling Andrew. The hugged each other, overjoyed.
The Queen smiled as she leaned in. “Rest now. There are many more who await your gift.”
The young woman kissed him once more, slow and lingering, before carefully lifting herself off him. A thick trickle of his cum leaked from her pussy as she stood.
She wiped her finger under it and pressed the semen upward, pushing it back into her pussy.
She smiled down at him, flushed and radiant, then stepped back into the circle.
Andrew lay back on the cushion, chest heaving, his cock still half-hard and glistening with their combined fluids.
He looked up at the beam of light cutting through the mist above him and let out a shaky laugh.
This was really happening.
Holy shit.
And it had all only just begun.