Chapter 5: Back at the Temple – Lira's Nighttime "Prayer Session"
The walk back from the woods felt longer than the trip out. My shredded pants hung in pathetic rags around my waist, held together mostly by Mira's belt and sheer stubbornness. Every step made my oversensitive cock brush against the rough fabric—or worse, against nothing at all when a breeze hit. Mira walked ahead, sword at her hip, not even glancing back, but I could feel her smirking.
"Stop whining, boy. You earned those rags. Next time wear armor."
"I don't have armor."
"Exactly. Earn it."
By the time we reached the temple gates, the sun was dipping low, painting everything gold and pink. Temple attendants met us at the entrance—same two from this morning. They didn't bat an eye at my half-naked state. One simply handed me a clean linen robe and led me straight to the private bathing chamber without a word.
Hot water. Steam. Scented oils. They washed the slime residue and sweat off me with clinical efficiency, hands gliding over every inch but never lingering too long. Professional. Almost disappointingly so.
Then they dried me, wrapped me in the robe, and guided me to Lira's personal quarters.
The room was massive—marble floors, silk drapes, a huge four-poster bed piled with cushions and furs. Candles flickered everywhere, casting warm shadows. Incense curled lazily in the air.
Lira waited on the bed, reclining against a mountain of pillows. She wore only a sheer white nightgown that clung to her curves like mist—nipples dark and prominent beneath the fabric, the hem riding high enough to show the creamy tops of her thighs. Her crimson hair spilled loose over one shoulder.
She patted the space beside her.
"Come here, sweet boy. Mommy's been thinking about you all day."
I approached slowly, heart hammering. The robe felt too thin. My cock was already stirring again just from her voice.
She reached out, fingers brushing my cheek, then sliding down to untie the sash. The robe parted. Fell to the floor.
"Lie down," she said softly. "On your back. Let Mommy take care of everything tonight."
I obeyed. The furs were warm against my skin. She straddled my thighs—weight comforting, not crushing—her heavy breasts swaying gently as she leaned forward.
"No rush tonight," she murmured. "We're going to go slow. Very slow."
Her hands started at my shoulders—massaging, kneading the tension out. Thumbs pressed into knots I didn't even know I had. Down my chest. Circling my nipples with feather-light touches until they hardened into tight peaks. She leaned down, breath hot against one, then the other—tongue flicking out in tiny, teasing laps. No sucking yet. Just wet circles that made my back arch.
"You're so responsive here," she whispered. "Mommy loves how your body trembles for me."
Lower. Palms gliding over my abs. Fingers tracing the faint lines where the slime had grazed me earlier. She kissed those spots—soft, open-mouthed presses—then moved to my hips. Nipped lightly at the sensitive skin just above my groin.
My cock stood rigid now, leaking steadily onto my stomach. She ignored it at first—focused on my inner thighs. Kissing. Licking slow trails upward. Blowing cool air over the wet spots until I shivered.
Only then did she wrap her fingers around the base.
"Look at you… so full. So needy." She gave one long, slow stroke from root to tip. Thumb swirled over the head, spreading pre-cum in lazy circles. "Mommy's going to make this last."
She shifted higher, positioning herself so her dripping folds hovered just above my shaft—close enough I could feel the heat, but not touching. She rocked gently, letting her wetness coat me in thin, slippery streaks without letting me slip inside.
"Feel how wet you make Mommy? All this just from touching you."
She lowered herself a fraction—lips kissing the underside of my cock, sliding up and down in a slow glide. No penetration. Just hot, slick friction along the length.
I groaned. Hips lifted instinctively.
She pressed a hand to my pelvis. "Stay still, darling. Let Mommy set the pace."
She did it again. And again. Coating me completely. Then she finally sank down—just the head slipping inside her entrance. She clenched once. Released. Clenched again. Tiny pulses that made my toes curl.
"Deep breath," she cooed. "In… out…"
She sank lower—inch by torturous inch—until I was fully sheathed. Her walls rippled around me, warm and perfect. She didn't move yet. Just sat there, letting me throb deep inside while her hands returned to my chest, pinching and rolling my nipples in time with my heartbeat.
When she finally started rocking, it was glacial. Tiny circles of her hips. Forward. Back. Side to side. Every motion dragged her clit against my pelvis while her pussy massaged me from base to tip.
I was shaking. Breath ragged. Balls tight and aching.
"Mommy… please…"
"Not yet," she whispered. "A little longer. Be good for me."
She leaned forward—breasts pressing against my chest—letting one nipple brush my lips.
"Drink, sweet boy. It'll help you hold on."
I latched on desperately. Warm milk flooded my mouth. Sweet. Calming. But it also sent fresh heat straight to my groin. My cock swelled harder inside her.
She moaned softly around the sensation, hips finally picking up a steady rhythm—long, deep rolls that bottomed out every time.
"Such a good boy… filling Mommy so perfectly…"
The pace built gradually. Wet sounds grew louder. Her breaths came faster. Mine matched.
When the coil in my gut became unbearable, she straightened up, hands braced on my chest.
"Now," she breathed. "Give it to Mommy. All of it. Deep inside."
I thrust up once—hard—burying myself to the hilt. Then again. And again. She met every movement, grinding down to take it deeper.
I came with a choked cry—thick, pulsing spurts flooding her. Wave after wave. Overflowing. Running down my balls and onto the furs beneath us.
She shuddered through her own release—walls fluttering, milking every last drop—head thrown back, crimson hair cascading like fire.
The system chimed quietly:
[Prayer Session Complete][High Priestess Lira has received: +0.20 Magic Power, +0.12 Vitality, Minor Mana Regeneration Boost][Your Stamina Stat increased slightly: Lasting Time +6 seconds (cumulative)][Bond Level with Lira: 2 → 4]
She stayed seated a long moment—grinding lazily to draw out the aftershocks—then carefully lifted off. A thick trickle of my cum followed, dripping onto my softening cock.
She smiled down at me, eyes soft and proud.
"Much better tonight. Almost six minutes inside. Mommy's so proud of her boy."
She pulled a soft blanket over us both, tucking me against her side. One arm around my shoulders. My head pillowed on her breast.
"Rest now," she murmured, stroking my hair. "Tomorrow we introduce you to Yumi properly. She's been very patient."
I drifted off to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat and the faint taste of milk still on my tongue.
This world kept finding new ways to wreck me.
And I kept begging for more.
To be continued…