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Setting his naked front against her slick back, he draped his long cassock over their bare bodies. She felt him everywhere at once. His mouth rested against her ear, his chest against her oiled back, his arms on hers. The insides of his thighs met the outsides of hers, but everything else paled in comparison to the raging sensation of his throbbing erection.
He did not enter her right away. He moved only slightly, running the length of his shaft through the tunnel of her buttocks coated in oil. Every move felt more wonderful than the last. The faster he slid against her, the more her hole grasped for him and cried out to be filled.
“Enter me,” she begged. “Please enter me.”
“I must,” he advised. “The time is upon us.”
Sinking down on her body, he poured oil all along his shaft. She gasped as it streamed down her ass. The tip of his cock pressed against her hole as she turned to watch the expression on his face. He seemed close to bliss as he pushed his cockhead past the protective ring of her hole.
Her gut blazed as he moved deeper inside her body. Fighting the burn, she dug her fingers into the moss on the altar. She gritted her teeth and opened to give him space. He moved slowly inside her, inching forward and back, little by little. The more he slid his slick erection inside her body, the better it felt.
Trysta rose to another plane of existence. In this alternate reality, there lived only she and Selyf, and everything was perfect.
He pressed his slick chest to her back as she rocked her body against Selyf’s cock. He thrust more firmly now, as though he knew by the motion of her hips that the burn had passed. There was only enjoyment, even as he moved in deeper.
He held her wrists. Trysta found this amusing—as if she’d try to escape! There was nowhere else she’d rather be than beneath the slick body of a fully erect magical. He slithered on her and in her like a snake. With every motion, she climbed one more step toward the gates of ecstasy.
Moving quickly in her body, he pressed his lips to her ear and released breathy thoughts upon her mind. As much as she could manage, she bucked against his hips as he plunged inside her.
“You are golden,” he said, again and again. “You are golden, Trysta. You are the goddess Sunna, fully embodied.”
She wasn’t certain if the words were part of the ritual until she glanced down their bodies. Her skin shone like jewels of the Far East. She was golden! She was Sunna, the goddess of light. And suddenly, she couldn’t feel her body. It was changing, she knew that much, but she no longer felt Selyf’s cock surging in her ass. Her flesh, her blood, and all her organs tingled. She felt as though she were floating, if only because she couldn’t feel the moss beneath her chest.
She saw the world from high above. She heard the heartbeat of her mother and felt the tranquility of the womb.
When she emerged from ecstasy to hear Selyf groaning and feel him filling her hole, she growled deep in her throat. With a knowing smile, she pushed her buttocks back against him until he moaned in her ear. His body shook. He held very still on top of her. This was the moment she’d heard spoken of, and it was more perfect than she could ever have hoped. Under the blood-red cassock, she felt utterly at ease.
The dampness of his breath settled in her hair as a familiar voice cried, “Trysta!”
She froze in place. So did Selyf.
Whose voice was that?
Bedwyn ran to them from the side of the mount.
“Trysta?” he repeated. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, oh yes,” she panted. How might she get out of this bind? “Fine, my caru.” Selyf cringed on top of her, but she carried on, “The professor has helped me immensely tonight. He’s taken away my female problem.”
“Are you certain?” Selyf whispered into her ear. “We haven’t checked yet.”
“I have every confidence,” she said. She knew her body, knew what had happened.
When Selyf shifted from her back, buttoning his cassock as quickly as he could, Trysta turned on her side. As she faced Bedwyn, she brushed bits of moss from her cheek and her chest, from her belly and thighs, and from the dark hair on her flat new mound.
Tracing her fingers into her slit, she felt its silky wetness for the first time and her eyes filled with tears of joy.
Bedwyn stared. His words came out mumbled and unclear. “I... followed you...”
“Come,” Selyf bid. “Take off your clothes, Bedwyn. Everything is all right now. You can be with your cara.”