Chapter 253

They admired the temple a little longer, just walking around and inspecting everything. Eventually, Zoey ended up at the altar, as did the rest of the three, their wandering paths converging by fate.

The altar was large with a flat rectangular top, a few feet tall. It was made of white stone and had thick decorative pillars on each corner to support the flat top, with a slightly inset middle. It was one of the more ornate parts of the temple, as was fitting for an altar. Still not nearly as gaudy as some of the things she’d seen in the d’Celestin estate, though that was a high bar to clear.

“The temple is ours, then?” Sabina asked, breaking the brief silence that had fallen over them as they admired the space one more time. “Officially, I mean.”

“As far as I know, yes,” Aria answered.

“Perhaps a celebration is in order then,” Sabina said. “The altar does, in my opinion, need breaking in.”

“Breaking ... in?” Aria blinked cluelessly at the older woman, though Zoey, knowing Sabina better, stared at her with wide eyes. The interpretation of what she’d said, considering the woman’s personality, seemed obvious, but surely she hadn’t just suggested—?

“That is the purpose of this venture, no?” Sabina asked, unruffled. “It would be a special act of worship and commemoration.”

“What would?” Aria asked innocently.

Sabina raised an unimpressed eyebrow. Her gray gaze shifted to Zoey. “You have a priestess to be marking as yours, I do believe. Your patron would appreciate it, no?”

The bluntness finally made Aria understand. “M-Mark me as her own? You mean here? Now? On the altar?”

“With your two allies standing witness,” Sabina agreed, voice as cool as always. “Assuming Miss Adrienne is interested in such a show, of course. I wouldn’t presume.”

Adrienne, understandably, had also gone wide-eyed. As maybe she should. Sabina was hardly some chaste woman—quite the opposite really—but Zoey wouldn’t have expected her to be the one to suggest something so lewd while they were all together. Then again, Zoey had been inside all three of these women, so it wasn’t like the ice wasn’t broken in that aspect. Still, Zoey was a little surprised.

“I’m merely looking out for the temple’s continued success, of course,” Sabina said mildly.

No, Zoey didn’t believe that. The alchemist definitely just wanted to see Zoey fill up a priestess on top of an altar, for whatever reason.

For whatever reason? Zoey supposed it wasn’t like that was a strange thing to want to watch happen. She hadn’t taken Sabina as a voyeur, but she also wasn’t surprised in the slightest.

“With you two watching?” Aria stammered.

“Indeed. Are such events not what this temple would be hosting, in the future?” Sabina asked. “And you are its high priestess.”

“That’s ... true,” Aria said, squirming. Her face was reddening at an impressive pace, and not just that, but her breathing had become labored: more so than just embarrassment could explain. “But really? You think we should ... commemorate the event? I-I suppose it does make sense. It would be a very potent act of worship, especially with everyone here who’s been involved in its conception. Yes,” she said, her voice growing breathless and her pacing a bit rambling as she went on, “yes, I think Sabina’s right, Zoey, this is a good idea. N-Not that I want to, it’s just a moment of power, conceptually speaking, and worship is all about ideas, don’t you think?”

For all that Sabina was a woman obsessed with work, she really knew how to read a woman: her suggestion had turned Aria into a blushing mess in mere moments. Even Zoey hadn’t known Aria would respond so eagerly.

Of course, if it had just been the three of them there, Zoey would’ve already been picking Aria up and carrying her over. She glanced at the fourth, their brunette accountant.

“You know, I’m kind of mad you even hesitated,” Adrienne said, lips quirking up. “Why doesn’t this poor High Priestess have a cock inside her yet?”

Yeah, Zoey guessed ‘checking in’ on Adrienne hadn’t been necessary. Quite frankly, she might be the biggest of perverts here, from what Delta had described of their first meeting—when she’d used Zoey’s own cock to plow the woman silly.

“Good question,” Zoey said sagely.

And thus, she turned to Aria, picked up the High Priestess of their new temple, and carried her over to the altar, setting her down gently.

Aria was wearing temple garb, meaning a chaste white robe that would’ve left near everything to the imagination, if not for how busty the young woman was: there was little hiding the attractive swell to her chest.