Indriana: The Making of a Priestess - Chapter 4

Indriana awoke on a bed of fine linens and furs. She could not recall ever feeling so well rested and had no idea how long she had been asleep. Then, recalling the events of last night, her hands went to her pussy expecting to be a least a little sore, but she found no discomfort there. Blushing, she ran a hand between her shapely buttocks, but again she found no discomfort.

Surprised and relieved after the vigorous fucking she had given and taken from the god, she stretched like a cat, reveling in the feel of the silken sheets on her skin.

As she rolled over onto her belly she was struck by an odd and uncomfortable feeling. Looking down, it was not her nudity that surprised her but the now obvious reason it was uncomfortable for her to lie on her chest.

Overnight she had apparently grown a simply enormous pair of breasts. Sitting up, she was instantly struck by the feeling they were not only huge but full, a totally new sensation for her. Unable to stop herself, she ran her hands over her new assets, enjoying how they felt and finding she liked the look of them. Remembering the only unpleasant part of the previous evening, she hefted her breasts and examined her nipples. If the size of her breasts did not convince her something very real had happened to her, the rings that now pierced her nipples surely did. She touched them gingerly, but found they were not sore.

However, she slowly realized that while her nipples were simply sensitive, the sensation of fullness in her huge breasts was becoming just short of painful. The pressure within them now evoked the feeling of walking on a foot that had fallen asleep. Any movement seemed to make her abundantly aware of her tits, and she had no idea how to take care of her situation. Then, she remembered Tessa's final words from the night before, “In the morning, seek out a Priest.”

She jumped off the bed, causing her large and overfilled breasts to remind her of their condition with a shock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she said as she tried to minimize their movement. Not daring to risk the sensation of anything touching her breasts, she left the room nude, trying gamely, if unsuccessfully, to tread lightly and minimize their jiggling. “Have you seen the Priest?” she asked every woman she found. Finally, the tingling in her chest becoming truly painful, one of them pointed her in the right direction and she found him.

“Come with me,” he said.

He led her a short distance to his chambers. She preceded him into the room and he shut the door as he followed her in. He turned, and did not seem surprised by her nudity, her breasts, or her urgency. The Priest reached out and held both of her tits in his hands. Indriana swooned as he fondled her breasts, half in pain, half in pleasure. “Indriana, Mother-to-be, I have been waiting for you. You must choose now, for me to help you or to say the word.”

She struggled to say anything as his actions inflamed her libido and caused her discomfort at the same time, but she did not want to change her mind.

“Yes?” was all she could say.

The Priest nodded quickly, “I should probably take that as your request for help.”

She nodded, the building discomfort in her breasts suddenly overwhelming. He motioned to a long padded bench. “The best position for this is for you to be on all fours. Please kneel and get comfortable there.” She followed his directions, though she found her new position only increased the pressure on her oversensitized nipples and breasts. She groaned.

“Almost there. Don't worry,” he said. Her hair hanging around her face as she tried to breathe normally, Indriana noticed a shock of brilliant red hair mixed in with her black tresses and wondered about it.

Her breasts hanging like jackfruit, she watched as he pulled something like a mesh bag over each of her breasts. “This will feel a bit strange, but trust me.” Each bag had a pair of cords woven through it, and the cords fell to her sides as he pulled the mesh material over and around and enveloping her tits. The sensation for Tessa was, again, like walking on a foot that had fallen asleep. She gritted her teeth against it.

Once in place, however, the material seemed to caress and grip her breasts uniformly, putting a particularly strong pressure on her nipples, which, along with their new rings, were left uncovered. She watched him attach a small cup to each of her exposed nipples, a tiny spring tugging on the ring to hold the cup in place. She saw that a tube ran from each nipple to a small flask on either side of the chair and knew at once what was going to happen.

His preparations apparently complete, the Priest moved behind her. She looked over her shoulder and watched as he shed his robe. His cock was thick and hard, almost a copy of the god's. Unconsciously, she licked her lips and turned her head forward, ready for the fucking she knew was coming. The Priest gathered the cords from the mesh nets into his hands and knelt between her thighs as felt for her opening. As both of them already knew, she was wet, open, and ready. As he stroked the head of his cock along her slit she forgot about her engorged, aching breasts and harnessed nipples.

“I have never been someone's first,” he said, holding his cock at her entrance.

She groaned in desire. “Tell me your name, Priest.”

“It is Goran, Priestess-to-be.”

“Goran, I need your help. My breasts ache for relief. Please help me.”

In reply the Priest pulled the cords tight and the mesh enveloping her tits contracted, stopping quickly as they met resistance from the pressure within. The ache of their fullness had but an instant to register, for no sooner did the mesh tighten then he lunged into her wanton pussy with one quick stroke, each of them grunting in approval as he sheathed himself fully inside her.

Her eyes shot open as the tingling in her chest seemed to now connect directly to her clit. “Fuck me!” she commanded, and Goran responded by ramming into her relentlessly, her pussy taking every stroke and grasping at him in welcome reply to his actions. The constant squeeze of the mesh on her breasts now added to her pleasure, enough to distract her from the aching fullness. In a short time, even for her, Indriana felt herself clench as Goran's cock drove her to climax. But the reward for her service was only beginning.

Though he was enchanted by the pussy of the new Priestess as she tightly gripped his cock, Goran kept his wits about him as he had been trained. As soon as he knew she was climaxing, he pulled the two pairs of cords with all his strength. At once the flexible mesh contracted around Indriana's overfilled breasts, squeezing them strongly with a milking motion from base to nipple. Already coming, Indriana felt a bright new sensation shoot from her nipples through her clit and right in to her brain as warm liquid gushed forth through her nipples and down to the waiting flasks. Her orgasm peaked anew and her breathing seized as her whole body was wracked with pleasure.

Goran let the pressure up just a little, but as soon as he felt her take one deep breath, he gave her two quick, full strokes and buried himself within her as he pulled the cords taut again with all his strength. Barely down from one peak, the feelings repeated and she immediately hit another, her breath kept from refilling her lungs as an impossibly strong orgasm contracted her diaphragm.

Goran did this to her a third, fourth, and fifth time before he saw the flasks were full and thus her breasts had been emptied of Allorn's gift. She breathed heavily and tried to relax as he deftly reached around and removed the cups and mesh from her breasts and lowered them to the floor. She noticed her breasts felt normal now, though they were still obviously large. “Mmmm, thank you Goran.”

“It is my pleasure to serve, Priestess.”

Indriana felt a surge of pride at her new title, but she also felt his cock, still stiff and ready, flex within her. “And now Goran, I should thank you properly.” She clenched his cock with her pussy. “Use me for -your- pleasure.  Now.”

Goran, his hands now grasping her large tits, began to pound her with rapid full strokes. “Ride me, Goran!” Indriana yelled.

Grunting with effort, Goran bucked into her hungry pussy as fast as he could, and she tightened herself as a clenched fist around him. A short time later, he yelled, “Yes!”, and then his cock stiffened one more time before he started to spurt into her welcoming pussy.

Indriana felt the throb and realized she could feel every pulse and spurt as he came.

“Allorn!” she screamed.

As her pussy grasped at his cock, she realized her error and yelled, “Fuck me Goran!” as she came with a force second only to the night before. Goran continued to knead her tits and grunt with effort as he drove his seed into the newest Priestess of Allorn. For her part, Indriana came with him, reveling once more in the feel of a man flooding her pussy. Long seconds passed as he finished spending within her, her orgasm lasting nearly as long as his.

Sated for perhaps the second, but far from last, time in her life, Indriana pulled away from Goran, stood, and walked to the bed. She flopped down on it. “That was....mmmmm,” she purred, noting that this time she could feel his his spend between her thighs.

Goran laid down next to her. “Thank you Priestess. I agree, that was incredible. As I said, it was my first time initiating a new Mother.”

Indriana gestured at the flasks filled by her breasts. It was more clear than she expected. “And that would be the elixir I take it?”

“The important part of it anyway. After you spend the night with the god, it is the task of the Priest to draw his essence from your breasts.”

“And needless to say the process is enjoyable.”

“The god wills it that only when you climax will his essence flow. I know of no part of the process that is not exquisitely pleasurable.”

Indriana's hands went unconsciously to her nipples and the rings which now adorned them. “Well, there is perhaps one part.”

“Oh?”

“Nevermind. Now, if I may ask, how are Priests initiated?”

“How else? We are tested by making love to the god.”

She was confused, and it shown on her face, “But if you like to be with men, how is it--”

“What? Oh no. You do not understand."  He leaned in close and whispered, "I will tell you a secret.”

“Yes?”

“Well, Allorn is a god, yes?”

“I am certain of that now as never before,” said Indriana, recalling how thoroughly fucked she had been the night before at the hands, and cocks, plural, of Allorn. And her new breasts, of course.

“Well, a god is a god after all. He, or she, can take whatever form they like.”

“You mean?”

“Each Priest is tested on his ability to satisfy the goddess Allorn. Those that are worthy are allowed to serve as Priests and service the Priestesses. Like yourself.”

Indriana noticed that her once black hair was now completely red. “And would you mind telling me how Allorn appeared as a woman?”

Goran smiled and ran the back of his hand over her hair, down over and squeezing her breasts before continuing down her abdomen to her mons. “She had fiery red hair, and the most beautiful and large breasts. But other than that, you don't look like her.”

She laughed. “So other than the tits and the hair, no similarity. Allorn thinks like a man, your initiation not withstanding.”

“Oh?”

“Across his domain are more than a dozen women that have exactly the assets he most desires. And what of you? Do you see the goddess again?”

He shook his head. “No, but seeing to the needs of the Priestesses is enough to keep me satisfied even though I know I will not see her again. Your hair and breasts are reminder enough of who I serve. However, unlike you, I don't have immortality.” He kissed her nipples, tugging briefly on the rings before kissing her lips. “But I will serve you and the god as long as my body is able. And for as long as you will have me.”

Indriana kissed him, then hugged him. “Mmmm. You are a wonderful servant Goran. Be sure of that.”

Goran smiled, then rose and donned his robes before he picked up the two heavy skins next to the chair. “The maids will be looking for these.”

Indriana nodded. Then, laughing at his poor if unintended joke, she followed him out of the room and went in search of Mother Tessa.

Continued in Chapter 5