Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“I see that the Mother Tree is already working on you,” La’ver’na said, nodding at Celia’s breasts. “As she does on me as well,” she added, nodding down at her own bright blue nipples. Celia wondered if that was some kind of dye or if the priestess really did have blue nipples. She had noticed that the other women they had seen down on the ground also had blue nipples—maybe it was something they all ate or drank here that turned their nipples blue?
Hold and Fierce finished lowering the sky-lifter they had used and came to stand on either side of Celia.
“Ah, I see your worshippers are back,” La’ver’na remarked. “They must also remove their shoes and clothing—as well as their weapons. But I will take you to the Mistress of Silks first.”
As she spoke, the two goat men came up to her and looked at her silently, as though waiting for directions. Celia couldn’t help noticing that both of them had large, throbbing erections that rose almost to their navels—apparently the Mother Tree’s vibrations affected them too.
“Ah yes, my darlings,” La’ver’na said affectionately, turning to them. “This journey is at an end and I do not require your help to lead these three to their destination. So I will bid you goodbye for now, until we meet again.”
The two goat men bowed silently and then did something which surprised Celia. Both of them bent down at the same time and each sucked one of the unicorn priestess’s bright blue nipples into his mouth.
“Mmm…yes! Suck hard, my darlings!” La’ver’na moaned, stroking their shaggy heads. “Take your reward.” And then she reached down and grasped their thick cocks—one in each hand—and began to slowly stroke them as they sucked her.
The goat men continued sucking her nipples for quite some time as she caressed their thick red shafts. Celia tried not to stare, but she couldn’t help feeling her own nipples getting tighter and tighter from the tree’s vibrations. Her pussy was feeling extremely hot and swollen too.
Was this some kind of power display the unicorn priestess was putting on? Or was it a custom here in the Sisterhood of Peace? She didn’t know but it was extremely awkward watching the unicorn priestess and the goat men pleasuring each other—like watching some weird fantasy porn come to life.
Finally the goat men appeared to have had enough. They rose, licking their lips, and La’ver’na released their still-erect cocks. Then both of them bowed and trotted away, their hooves making tap-tap-tapping sounds on the wood of the enormous tree branch.
“What the fuck was that all about?” Fierce asked bluntly. He and Hold had been standing there watching too, but neither of them had said anything until now.
“That was our custom here in the Sisterhood of Peace,” La’ver’na told him. “Whenever a journey starts or ends, a goddess and her worshippers take pleasure in each other. The goddess must offer her nipples to be sucked so that her worshippers can taste her pleasure drops and in turn, she strokes their shafts to show them that she appreciates their service to her. It is a mutually beneficial arrangement,” she added. “Since it gives pleasure to all and brings a goddess and her worshippers closer together.”
“I can, uh, see that,” Celia said and cleared her throat. “But are…are we supposed to do that too?”
“Why of course not,” La’ver’na said. “Not dressed like that anyway,” she added and the relief Celia had only begun to feel was immediately crushed. “I must get you into some of our holy silks—as befits a goddess,” she told Celia. “As for your males, they may go naked or wear a loin-cloth—whichever you choose for them.”
“Oh, uh, I think we’ll take the loin cloth,” Celia said quickly, casting a glance at Hold and Fierce, who had bemused expressions on their faces.
“Very good. Then let’s get you all dressed. Come with me.” And the priestess led them further along the twisting tree branch, which was so wide it was like a road.
Large structures had been carved from the wood at intervals and La’ver’na led them into one of them.
“This is where we house our silks that the holy spiders spin for us,” she said. “Enter that you may be arrayed as befits those who worship the Goddess of the Shining Heart.”
“Er, thank you.” Celia nodded awkwardly and they all went into the wooden structure which looked like it had been carved out of a giant knot in the tree branch.
Inside, it was a bit like being in a log cabin, since all the walls were warm, exposed wood. It was lit by glowing golden moss on the walls which reminded Celia a little of the jewel moss they had collected for Kat—which was still in its stasis chamber back in the ship.
There was a wooden counter and behind it, a small doorway that led deeper into the little shop—if that was what it was, she thought.