Chapter 157

Delta’s orgasm, magically repressed for an agonizing length of time, finally crashed into her, the goddess’s presence releasing its supernatural grip.

Her toes curled, and she whined with the sudden blast of heat that rushed through her body. She shoved Aria’s face down, burying the priestess’s nose into her abdomen. Blissful streaks of pleasure rushed up her cock, then, no longer denied, burst from her. She spilled thick, hot ropes down Aria’s constrictive tunnel, splashing ropes of cum straight into her stomach.

Aria, having returned from her temporary stasis, choked and gagged, gripping at Delta’s thighs, struggling to take Delta’s load—but no less eager for the fact. Her spasming, clenching muscles massaged Delta’s cock as she released thick strings of girlcum nine inches down the priestess’s throat.

Ahead of Delta, Zoey curled forward, bending over the priestess as she pumped her own heavy load into the girl’s womb. Almost as much as Delta was enjoying Aria, that was what electrified her: watching Zoey empty herself into Aria. Neither of them had taken an infertility potion. Zoey was breeding the priestess. Blasting potent waves of seed into her unprotected, fertile pussy. Delta shivered, her hips arching forward just a bit harder, lewdly sharing the girl with Zoey. The two of them pumped a pair of hot loads into their prey for the night, filling the priestess from either end.

Ephy had said to give the priestess ‘something extra’, because she deserved it. Delta discovered that hadn’t been a suggestion—or even an encouragement. Imbued by the goddess of fertility, never-ending waves of white-hot bliss crashed across her, igniting every nerve ending as her cock spasmed. She pumped her load into Aria for nearly a minute straight, and by the time her hips stopped jerking forward to get one last string out, Delta was nearly incapable of standing. Trembling, she took a step back to let the poor girl breathe, her cock slipping out with a squelch. Long strands of saliva bridged her cock to Aria’s lips. Aria gasped for air. She’d been down for a while.

Zoey stayed hunched over the priestess, panting heavily from her equally as blissful finish, enjoying her warm pussy sheathe—her recently bred priestess—as a few last spurts visibly squeezed out of her, body jerking with each ejection. Making certain she’d been properly stuffed.

For a while, the three of them simply caught their breaths, coming down from their mind-boggling high. Delta leaned against the altar with a spinning head, finding it difficult to think, much less talk.

“I’ve ... never been so full,” Aria finally groaned. “What did you two do to me? I feel like an éclair.”

At that comical imagery—a cream-filled pastry—Delta, despite her exhaustion, laughed. She patted Aria on the shoulder, but moving brought another wave of dizziness, and she sagged back onto the altar. Zoey, somehow looking even more squeezed out than Delta, also chuckled, if less enthusiastically.

Then, something they probably should have expected happened.

Their loud, sweaty exercise in a thin-walled prayer room had drawn attention: the door to the outside hallway opened.

Someone walked in with all of the confidence of a person who wasn’t expecting to find a cream-filled priestess, Zoey still firmly embedded inside her, and Delta sweating and panting as she regained full consciousness.

“Aria? Abigail said she heard something coming from here. What—”

All four of them froze. The tall, serious-looking priest went especially still.

Then, to Delta’s horror, the situation became even worse.

“Dad?!” Aria screeched, scrambling to cover herself. That wasn’t an easy task when Zoey still had her bent over the altar, fourteen inches of enormous cock buried in her. “What—what are you doing? Get out. Get out!”

The man gaped at the messy scene defiling the prayer altar. Delta’s stomach sank. Aria’s dad, of all people, had walked in? Talk about bad luck.

“Ari? What is the meaning of this?!”

The poor man sounded like he genuinely didn’t understand what he was looking at. He stared at the three naked girls with bulging eyes, and Delta covered herself up. She wasn’t exactly bashful, but having been caught fucking a priest’s daughter over an altar was—well, not especially pious or not, Delta’s cheeks were burning.

Had she just committed legal blasphemy? Probably not, right? Aria had led the whole thing. This was an official ceremony.

“Get out!” Aria screeched. She finally staggered backward and to her feet, un-impaling herself from Zoey. Cum poured from down between her thighs, Zoey’s massive cock no longer keeping the ridiculous load in. The image of cum pouring from Aria probably didn’t help the situation—not that being caught with another woman inside her was really redeemable.

The older man finally reacted. He stumbled back, then fled the room with all haste.

For a while, the three of them stood there, disbelieving of the unfortunate turn of events.

Delta broke the silence.

“Probably not the best way to meet the parents,” she said. “But surprisingly, not the worst, either.”