Chapter 18

The Temple of Light, the Kingdom of Wuthia, 1126

Richard Laenas (Marak Faerson)

After gaining Sister Elowen’s access to the waters, we followed her to a door buried deep in the back of the temples, leading down to a dark cavern.

The descent was slow, deliberate, each step echoing off the stone walls as we followed Sister Elowen down winding staircases carved deep into the heart of the temple. Toren’s wagon and the world above seemed to vanish with every step, leaving only the chill of the stone and the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on us.

I could feel the darkness within me immediately, the Lustillean hunger, shifting and clawing as if sensing the nearness of the waters. My heart thumped hard against my ribs, and I swallowed the sudden dryness in my mouth, forcing myself to focus on Mabel beside me. Her grip on the walls was tight, knuckles white, eyes forward but wide with the same struggle I felt gnawing at my insides.

“Almost there,” I whispered to her, though I wasn’t sure if it was reassurance or a plea to keep myself steady.

She only nodded in agreement, giving it her all to hold down the growing hunger that challenged us to release it.

The air grew colder as we reached the final stairway, descending into a chamber that seemed almost too vast to fit within the mountain. Shadows clung to the corners, flickering with the faint glow of torches that lined the walls, their flames dancing in rhythm with my heartbeat. The darkness inside me roared, an unrelenting tide pushing against my mind, my senses, my control.

At the bottom, the stairway opened into a single, empty chamber. The air was thick with anticipation, silence pressing in like a living thing. Only one door stood before us, framed by a circle of candles that burned steadily, almost defiantly, against the darkness of the chambers. Its surface shimmered faintly, revealing ancient writings and images of figures long gone.

Sister Elowen stepped forward, her robes flowing around her as she placed a hand gently on each of our shoulders. Her eyes met mine, and for a brief moment, I felt the weight of her conviction. “You carry the blood of Lustillean,” she said softly, “but you also carry courage. Strength. Love. Let that guide you now.”

She drew back, her hands lifting in a subtle blessing. “May the waters grant you clarity. May your will remain unbroken. And may you remember, even in the darkness, that you are not alone.”

Her gaze lingered on Mabel for a heartbeat longer than on me, before she turned and walked back up the stairs. The echo of her footsteps faded quickly, leaving the chamber in near silence, the only light the flickering candles.

I looked at Mabel, her face pale but resolute, and swallowed the lump of fear lodged in my throat. “We ... we have to do this,” I said, my voice rough, unsteady even to my own ears. “We can’t—can’t let it take us.”

She nodded, her eyes locked on mine, a quiet fire burning in them despite the storm raging inside us both.

I took a deep breath, forcing my body to still, and felt the hunger coil tighter within me, testing every shred of control I had left. But I gripped her hand firmly, and in that touch, I found a sliver of strength reminder that we were still together, still standing against the tide of our own blood.

The door loomed ahead, a barrier and a promise. Beyond it lay the waters—and whatever fate awaited those brave enough to face their own darkness.

I squared my shoulders and whispered to myself, “Then let’s face it ... together.”

I swallowed hard, my fingers still entwined with Mabel’s. The hunger inside me coiled tighter, restless, whispering, urging me to hesitate—but I couldn’t. Not here. Not now. Not after everything.

Together, we reached for the door. Its surface was smooth, almost unnervingly so, cold under my palm. I glanced at her; her eyes met mine, steady and unflinching. “Ready?” I asked, though my voice sounded hollow even to me.

She gave a subtle nod, and with that, I pushed.

A bedchamber stood before me. I quickly turned back to find the door I had just entered was gone ... and so was Mabel.

I looked around before I stood frozen as I looked forward. Five women lounged on the canopied bed. It was the largest bed I had ever seen, draped in crimson. The women were young, their eyes shining with lust, their wicked smiles appearing on their faces.

What are these lovely women doing here? Where are the waters?

This has to be a test. To see if I’m worthy of the waters I seek.

I instinctively reached for my sword, but found that it was gone as well. I was completely defenseless.

“Don’t have your sword, handsome,” one of the women purred. Her skin was tan, and her hair was light brown. Only a flimsy silk covered her body, her bountiful womanly charms bleeding through such fabric.

“But I see his other sword is ready,” a pale-skinned girl moaned, her hips undulating. I looked down to see that my dick was harder than ever, drawing a visible imprint in my trousers. Her nipples were pink and hard, peaking out of her clothing.

“Come and poke me with your sword, sexy,” purred a blonde woman, her golden curls falling around her ripe breasts.

“No poke me first,” moaned a red-haired woman as she rolled out of bed, her small breasts jiggling as she walked towards me. “You can have a real good time with me.”

My dick throbbed as she touched my trousers.

“Such pleasures,” an ebony-skinned woman purred, pressing against my other side. “Let us soothe your mind.”

“No ... I...,” I said, trying to resist the hands and bodies of these women as they pressed around me, grinding and humping every part of me. I should rest. I should escape this place and go find Mabel. After all, this was only a test, right? Such beauties wouldn’t be in one place waiting for me. But the more I thought and tried to resist, the more I felt the hunger grow and grow within me.

Until it burst from within.

I quickly started to kiss them all, savoring these maidens’ hot lips and luscious bodies. I helped them remove my clothes – my vest, my tunic, and boots – followed by my trousers. Their soft hands stroked my muscular body as they led me to the bed.

“You are so strong,” the ebony woman purred as my lips found her hard, dark-brown nipple. I suckled her as a warm mouth engulfed my cock. The blonde woman’s hair spilled across my stomach as she bobbed up and down my shaft, surprisingly taking it with ease. Her mouth was hot, sucking hard as I writhed.

“Feel our wet pussies,” the pale-skinned girl moaned into my ear. She guided my hand between her thighs. The lips of her pussy were soaked. I stroked them and brushed her womanhood. She shuddered as I caressed her.

“Such lovely balls,” the red-haired lass cooed before her lips nibbled on them. I shuddered as she played with my balls while the blonde lass sucked on my cock with such hunger.

“Let us pleasure you, as the god you are,” the tan maiden said, pushing her tanned breasts up to me.

I pulled her to me, suckling on her hard nipples while she moaned in delight. I shuddered, the pleasure surging through me as the women gasped and moaned around me. My fingers found the ebony woman’s wet folds, stroking her same way I had fingered the pale beauty.

My cock throbbed in the blonde’s mouth. Her tongue swirled about the tip. My balls, bathed by the red-haired woman’s eager lips, churned with cum. I groaned, my blood on fire. My hips bucked up into her mouth.

“Get ready for my cum!” I groaned.

“Cum in her dirty mouth,” the tan woman groaned, rubbing her large breasts into my face.

“Yes!” I growled before sucking on her hard nipple.

My dick erupted in the blonde beauty’s mouth; huge loads poured into her mouth as she moaned in delight. The bed shook as I spasmed. Her hungry mouth swallowed every load, and the red-haired woman massaged every ounce of my cum from my balls.

“So good,” the blond woman purred, cum pouring from her lips.

“Let me taste,” the redhead purred. She quickly licked at her face, licking the cum until their faces came together, and their lips met in a hot kiss.

I felt like I was in paradise. My dick throbbed, growing harder by the moment. The pale woman must’ve noticed by large, standing dick as without hesitation, she quickly mounted me, her pale fingers on my hard cock. She guided me to her pink folds. I groaned as she rubbed against me. My cock found her womanhood.

I grasped her hips and pulled her down on my cock. She gasped as my dick stretched up into her stomach as I began to impale her cunt on my dick. I shuddered as her tight flesh engulfed me. She was like a bitch in heat, her hips undulating as she discovered what true pleasure was while panting in the process.

“How is his dick?” the tan woman moaned.

“Divine! Amazing!” The pale lass rose up and down on my shaft, her breasts flapping and shuddering before she came down. “It’s so big! It’s filling me up, but I can’t get enough of it! You all need to feel his amazing cock.”

“We will,” the red-haired woman purred as she pressed her body against me, her wet pussy rubbing on my thigh. “He’s so strong. He can take all of us as many times as he wants.”

“Yes!” the tan woman groaned as she straddled my face. “I’m so turned on right now! I need to cum, now! Eat my pussy!”

I grasped her thighs and pulled her wet pussy down to my hungry lips. I viciously tongued through her sweet folds. She shuddered as I explored her pussy, my tongue ramming her hymen as the pale-skinned girl rode my cock mercilessly.