Chapter 17 - Aishura

The ritual had been a tremendous success and the land would be bountiful and ripe, plus the young women of Colifal would remain fertile and youthful. Besides a few ‘minor’ surprises everything had gone according to plan. That said, Sarah cared little for the yield of the harvest or the pleasure of her flock. No, there was something much more important to her; perhaps much more nostalgic. 

 
The young woman kneeled patiently on a prayer mat within her rather ornate bed chamber; moonlight peeking through a stain-glass window. Scattered around the room were all manner of sadomasochistic toys and instruments of intense sexual pleasure, devious reminders of what often took place within the low-lit quarters. It was her job as Colifal’s spiritual leader to initiate all new members of the church into their peculiar denomination, a task that she took very seriously. Of course, there were those who resisted, stubborn souls who rejected the promise of a peaceful and pleasurable life for trivialities such as free will; they all broke. Such initiation rituals had become a blur to her, as there had simply been too many; faces of pain and sorrow now jovial as members of an ever-growing congregation. Sarah was a depraved little elf to say the least but even she held some occasions to her heart with a great degree of reverence and respect. Her hands were pressed tightly together, fingers entwined, as she uttered a short and quiet prayer. This was a different side of her, more focused and reserved. Without warning a meager voice broke through the silence of her mind. 
 
"Hello?"
 
A quivering smile spread across her face. “M-my lord, i-it has been a long ti-.”
 
"Hello-- Hello, hold up am I in the right spot? Can you hear me?" The voice grew louder as it beckoned for an answer, its words were disjointed and shaky as if there were interference.
 
The priestess’ smile twisted slightly, “Y-yes I can hear you clearly Lord Aishura.” He seemed more distant than ever before; it was a concerning thought. Had they not done enough?
 
"Anybody? Well, I guess I’ll just go back to sleep then… A long nap would do me well. Goodbyyye..." The voice whimsically drifted away from Sarah’s consciousness.
 
“No! No! Wait! I can’t wait another month! Don't go!” A quaking dread spread throughout her body as the kneeling woman began to shudder. Communication had become so infrequent with him as of late, and the absence was clearly taking a toll on her. The thought of being disconnected from the master so quickly was a gut-wrenching one; she was on the verge of tears.
 
"Oh, stop it". The disassociated voice spoke casually, "it was just a joke you impatient child." Aishura’s sense of humor had changed very little in the last 16 years and it was as timeless as he was impish. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for other aspects of the sentient slime. 
 
Sarah rolled her eyes as she wiped away budding tears with a robed forearm. “You’ve always been so cruel.” Sarah pouted as she sprawled out across the room's silken mat eyes closed to better hear the master’s voice.
 
"Coming from you, you goddamn psychopath. Don’t pretend that I can’t still ‘see’ what’s going on from time to time." His tone was that of scolding parent, "I understand sexual gratification, even all out degeneracy, but even I have my limits. You bringing your mother into this is some freaky shit, but hey, you didn't hear it from me."
 
“If I recall correctly you jammed a throbbing tendril down my throat upon our first day of meeting. Also, it wasn't like you didn't help last night, consciously or unconsciously.” She spoke as though she was trying to win an argument yet recollected these memories with a sense of love and bliss; those were truly simpler times. Part of her yearned for the intimate connection that existed only between them within those first couple of hours, and Clarence of course. Now her life was fraught with responsibility and burden; to her daughters, to the people of Colifal, and now to her own mother as well. 
 
"I don’t remember that", the slime spoke coyly. "So, lets get to the good stuff. Our time together is brief, is it not?"
 
“Don’t remind me.”
 
"Things have been quite interesting since we last spoke. Outside of you deflowering your own children-"
 
“With your help, mind you.” Sometimes even he needed a good reminder. 
 
"Partly." Aishura hated interruptions. "-and your reunion with your long-gone mother I’d say you’ve had an interesting couple of days." 
 
“True, but there have been other matters of great interest, or have you forgotten about the boy?” She gave a twisted smile as she spoke of Loran. He was indeed an unforeseen variable, and had it been solely up to her would've been initiated by now, but even she took into consideration the opinion of others.
 
"No. I have not. I have many mixed emotions regarding that entire situation." Aishura spoke intently, and in all honesty, it was quite off-putting to his devout servant; some matters required due respect.
 
“And why is that?”
 
"Even for the little spat we had all those years ago, I respected the stubborn knight. His defiance was quite admirable until the very end. Of all the ‘initiations’ you’ve completed over the years he was the one that never really accepted the promise that came with it. I’ve had to keep his mind busy, trapped in a lie, for almost two decades now." This wasn't entirely true.
 
“It was Ro’s decision”, she chimed in bluntly, “he could’ve accepted what you and I were offering”. Her usually devilish smile slowly faded into an expression of disappointment. She despised those who refused her offer, and in time could always make them see the error of their ways. Her old traveling companion was different, and while she resented that aspect of him there was still a warmth of familiarity and respect that lived within her. After all, he was the father of her children. The Ostigar line was going to live on, no, thrive longer than he could have ever dreamed. It was truly a shame he may never see it. 
 
"It was, but now there is stoic number one and stoic number two trapped inside of me. I’m not a goddamn treasure chest of sleeping adventurers, Sarah."
 
“I know, I know. What do you advise we do then? If I try to initiate him now I’ll have to use all manner of invasive measures, and I wouldn’t want to do that to family, now would I?”
 
"Yes, you would. I’m in your head you little succubus."
 
Sarah’s cheeks became flushed in both embarrassment and arousal. 
 
"I don’t want you outright loosening some bolts in the boy’s head, I owe his uncle that at least." Much of the dungeon mold’s psyche was as depraved as his favorite pet’s, but he still upheld some notions of ‘honor’, however distorted they were. In fact, honor was a poor word, his morals were subject to change on the time of the day.
 
“That requires so much more effort my lord”, she was an inpatient child, “If I just make him feel as good as we do he’s sure to come around”. A free hand ‘somehow’ had somehow found its way into her undergarments; masturbation was pathological for Sarah. Her moments were rapid and unapologetic, akin to a addict long deprived.
 
"Focus! For one goddamn minute."
 
She apologetically removed her hand from beneath her robes, not forgetting to gently suck them clean. 
 
"The boy should be convinced, freely, to join our growing community. I want to put this behind us and continue as planned." He seemed demure. The once jovial projection losing its luster. Time was something they didn't have an abundance of.
 
“I’m glad that you bring that up my lord”, her own voice carried a hint of concern, “I fear that you are thinning yourself out too far.” Her face was pained as she spoke. “At times it is becoming extremely hard for me to hear you and it only seems to be after we’ve concluded a ritual to renew your essence that I get any clarity. The women have no qualms about using their bodies to sustain what we’ve built but you are becoming the very filament of the land; I’m afraid.” She hung on that word for quite some time. “I’m afraid that you will not have enough you to go around”. 
 
There was a long pause between them as they both knew her words to be true. "I have lived enough for hundred lifetimes within our time together, but I understand my role in maintaining this peace. Like it or not your desires have become my own, helping you is the least I can do. We’ll find a way." He hoped that his words would affirm her resolve but knew that it wasn’t needed. She was his most loyal of followers. "By the way, how has your mother taken the initiation?"
 
"She’ll do anything to be a part of my life, and breaking her wasn’t necessary at all; she’s adapting fine."
 
~
 
Siena tried her best to keep the moans from escaping her mouth, as it seemed unbecoming to do so in front of her grandchild. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders as she clung to the stone slab for support, curled toes hanging just above the cavern floor. 
 
“It’s ok to let some of that tension go, grandmother”, Elirial quipped supportively as she ran her smooth hands along her grandmother’s back and shoulders. “Your body is so tense!” 98 years of age meant very little to elves in the way of appearance and was still considered relatively young; this was apparent in Siena's case. The 'older' woman's body was lithe and soft, ample breast pressing against cold marble. Her eyes rolled upwards as her granddaughter continued. 
 
The sloppy sounds of the willing violation grew louder as its pace intensified. The elven woman fiercely bit her lower lip as a desperate last resort; this was too much. The slimy phallus jettisoned back and forth inside of her, sticking to and peeling from her walls hungrily as it sipped in and out. For Siena such pleasure was unheard of as there were no humanoid cocks that could ever fill every crevice of her womanhood as this was. Each thrust filled her entirely and each withdrawal left her body shuddering for more. Elirial smiled peacefully as caressed Siena’s body, there was a great attention to detail as she massaged the older woman’s lower back and hips. “Just tell me where you want it.” The words slipped from her lips with care and affection. The half-elf maiden had taken quickly to the master's embrace and all of his potential applications. 
 
The once dignified maiden, her tight frame barely clinging to the smooth altar, finally let out a loud shaking gasp. Her young granddaughter let out a sigh of calm relief as she continued to grind the double-sided rod of slime into the both of them. She took a cheek in each hand as she removed the make-shift cock with a loud suction sound. Siena’s body fell limp as most of the muscles in her back and core gave in to immense release of pressure, she lay panting on the ritualistic altar, short gasp exiting her mouth with each quiver. “Fuck.” A combination of fluids dripped from her cunt as the younger elf delicately pushed the rest of the slime into her own womb; she would honor their master. Once she finished she casually paced over to her grandmother’s side, gently running her fingers through the older woman’s now wild hair. “I’m going to clean up now, and once you feel better I can help clean you up”, her mannerisms were cheerful and sweet, “I hope you’re enjoying Colifal.” With a kiss of the cheek Elirial was gone, as was the last remnant of Siena’s former concept of dignity. 