Chapter 13: Virelya, the Body Priestess
Riven was taken to a temple carved not from stone, but from living flesh.
The walls pulsed gently. The air was thick with heat and incense, and the sound of moaning echoed through the corridors like sacred chants. This was no place for prayers of restraint. This was where the body was god.
> "He has come," whispered the women waiting within.
And one stepped forward.
Virelya.
Tall. Bronze-skinned. Bare, save for golden cuffs around her wrists and a veil of pearls that shimmered over her full breasts, doing nothing to hide the erect nipples beneath.
> "You are the only man," she said, walking toward him. "And I am the only woman who will taste every inch of you… and offer you every inch of me."
She dropped to her knees.
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Her tongue traced the outline of his thighs, then dipped lower — licking him slowly from the base upward, as if savoring the flavor of lust itself.
> "Delicious," she purred.
She didn't rush. She kissed along his cock's length, her lips brushing, teasing, never taking it fully. Her tongue circled the head — wet and firm — while her fingers caressed his balls, his stomach, and higher still… brushing his nipples.
Then she licked his chest — slowly, dragging her tongue in long, warm strokes across each pec, each nipple, before kissing the hollow of his throat.
> "Your body is a temple," she whispered, eyes glowing. "And I am the high priestess."
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She stood, her slick body pressed fully to his. Her pussy was glistening between her thighs, warmth radiating from her as she guided his hands to her breasts, urging him to squeeze, to kiss, to lick.
He took one nipple in his mouth, suckling gently as her hands roamed his back. She moaned, grinding against his leg, the wet heat of her pussy leaving streaks of arousal on his thigh.
Then she climbed onto the altar.
> "Worship me," she said, spreading her legs.
He did.
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He kissed her ankle, then her calf.
Her inner thigh, slowly, reverently.
And then — her lips. Slick. Sweet. Soaked with need.
His tongue began at her clit, flicking gently. She gasped, hips arching. He licked her slowly, then deeper, the tip of his tongue exploring her folds, drawing more moans with each movement. She trembled. Cried out. Gripped his hair.
> "Yes—there—oh gods, yes—keep going—"
He obeyed. Faster now. Her legs wrapped around his head. She came hard, juices coating his mouth and chin as she screamed his name.
But she didn't let him rise.
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She pulled him up, kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips. Then she whispered:
> "Now... you inside me."
And she lowered herself onto him, wet and ready.
Her pussy swallowed him in one long, slow stroke, both of them gasping as they connected fully.
> "Deeper," she moaned. "Give me everything."
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They moved together, bodies slick with sweat and cum, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She licked his neck. He licked her nipple. Their hands explored every inch — from her stomach to the small of her back, from his chest to his cock, still pulsing inside her.
> "I want to cum with you," she whispered into his mouth.
And when the moment came, it was pure fire.
Her body clenched around him, milking his orgasm as he exploded inside her, their cries echoing through the temple like sacred hymns.
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They collapsed together, skin on skin, breath on breath.
> "I'll never forget the taste of you," she whispered, licking a final trail across his stomach.
> "And I'll never forget how you made me feel like a god."