The Price of Passage - Part 3

Part 3

A shiver seemed to run through the air, a dizzying instant that had Phrae blinking to clear her vision. When the world stopped feeling like it was trying to shimmy its way around the multiverse, she found that the inside of the temple had changed.

No, not really. The layout was the same, but it all looked newer, fresher... Sunlight was streaming through the windows that ringed the chamber, up near the ceiling, and made the whole place look far more inviting than it had moments before.

It wasn't just the room that had changed around her, either. In just the same places as they'd been before, the three figures that she'd been talking to stood calmly - and no longer formed of mist. Instead, Phrae found herself looking at three fully fleshed men, dressed in light, well tailored robes. The trio all returned her gaze with an amiable appraisal of their own, and she took the opportunity to look at something more solid than what she'd been talking to so far.

And the change was definitely for the better, in Phrae's opinion. All three looked to be in their thirties, with the same pale skin and dark hair that seemed to be common around here. They were also remarkably easy on the eye...

"So... that happened."

Her dry tone got her a smile or two from the men, but she knew she wasn't showing anything like the level of surprise they might have expected. She was too used to screwing around with people's perceptions herself, and she could make out the little hints, the tiny flaws, that told her that she was standing in nothing more than an illusion.

Not that illusions couldn't be be downright lethal, if done right...

Phrae's study of her surroundings came to a rather abrupt halt, however, when she noticed something about the way the three men were looking at her. She looked down at herself, then back up again, one eyebrow raised in a question that didn't really need voicing. The light, airy robe similar to what they wore, that was draped over her body was not, after all, what she was supposed to be wearing. It was also all she appeared to be wearing.

"I am Tor," the one closest to the altar said with a slight bow before gesturing to the man beside him. "This is Kerel, and that is Yuril."

Phrae's eyes flicked from one to the other as the names were given, before coming back to settle on Tor without a single shift in expression.

"The attire is part of the-"

"I get it," she interrupted, though not harshly. "A little warning might have been nice, though."

The one off to one side, Yuril, chuckled, whilst Kerel flashed a grin and Tor offered her an apologetic shrug. With a similar shrug of her own, Phrae looked around the room again, then nodded absently to herself. "Okay, so how is this going to work?"

By way of an answer, she felt Yuril step up closer behind her, and she glanced over her shoulder just to keep an eye on what he was doing. As it turned out, it was simply standing there. Kerel, however, had taken something from the altar and was walking over. A closer look showed her it was a pair of what looked like glass bottles, each with a clear liquid inside that sloshed about sluggishly as he approached.

A light touch on her arms had her glancing behind her again, and Yuril change his touch to urge her to lift her arms. Doing so, she was hardly surprised to feel the robe covering her shift, parting a little at the front, and when she looked back Kerel was standing before her. He lifted the bottles he held, and she got a good look at the oily contents as he pulled the tops from each.

Holding them out to her, he let her take a sniff, and she had to admit that the perfume rising from the bottles was... nice. Very nice, actually, skirting just short of intoxicating. Lifting her gaze to meet Kerel's again, she gave him a twisted little grin.

"That for you or me?"

"Perhaps," he replied, "it is for both?"

"Fair point." Phrae nearly twitched when she felt Yuril's hands skimming across her shoulders, but she managed to suppress it. Taking a breath, she deliberately closed her eyes and made herself do nothing but feel as the robe's breezy fabric shifted across her skin and began to glide toward the floor.

"Relax, Seeker," she heard Tor's voice saying from toward the altar. "I doubt you, of all who come here, would be at risk from what surrounds us all."

Which was enough to have Phrae wondering just how much these guys knew about her - and how.

The mixture of the scent of the oils was more than a little distracting, however, and the shiver that flowed across her skin wasn't just due to the faint breeze stirring the air. In fact, she was increasingly aware of just how close to her the men were, and how naked she now was.

Until something gave her reason not to, though, she saw little reason not to let herself enjoy the feeling.

Pretty soon, in fact, she was hard pressed to do anything but revel in the sensation that were skimming across her body. The mens' touches were soft, almost reverent, as they began to rub the oils into her skin, and there was no denying that she was responding to those touches. By the time fingers brushed over her breasts, the tips had already tightened into hard, sensitive little peaks, and a quiet gasp slipped out of her lips as fingertips were replaced by the wet heat of a tongue.

"Hmmm..." she breathed. "For ghosts you're good at this."

"Practice," Tor chuckled, and her own laughter joined his. Or tried to, at least, as a pair of hands skimming over her ass diverted her somewhat. Especially when those same hands then slid around her hips to start massaging the front of her thighs.

For a moment, she very nearly said something, hovering one the very edge of protesting just how intimate those touches were getting - then simply parted her legs to allow the touches to get where she was starting to really want them to go.

A haze seemed to descend over her, but it was a weird sort of feeling. Part of her, the paranoid part that was always on the lookout for threats, was fully aware of everything that was going on, where everyone was, and what they were doing.

That wasn't the part that did most of her thinking, though. That one was having a very hard time keeping track of what happened over the next while, simply revelling in the feeling of having two men's efforts focused on driving her body toward ever higher levels of sensation.

Somewhere along the line, she'd ended up on her knees, straddling Kerel's face, the slickness of her arousal smearing over his lips as his tongue teased and probed her sex. The attention wasn't all one way, though, as Yuril was simply standing in front of her. Admittedly, he was standing with his cock buried deep in her very willing mouth, but apart from the occasional groan as she sucked him off, he wasn't actually doing anything.

She wanted more, though. Gripping Yuril's hips, she made sure he didn't slip free of her mouth as she scooted herself down the length of Kerel's body, taking the time to make sure she ground herself against every single inch of her long, taught body, until she got where she was going. She could feel the hardness of his length under the rob he still wore, and let out a low growl from deep in her throat as she pushed her hips downward, pressing herself against his sex and rocking herself ever so slightly back and forth until he got he hint.

The problem with that was the fact that she was showing no signs of actually letting him move. Yuril was hardly in a position to do anything either, as was amply demonstrated when he tried to move and felt her teeth scraping along his dick in a clear warning to stay put.

Fortunately, there was still another player on the stage. Not without a bit of effort, Tor got his hands under Phrae's ass and lifted her off of Kerel enough for the other man to move. Between the two of them, they got Kerel free of his robe and lined up with her wet and waiting slit. With barely any warning at all, Tor more or less let her drop, ripping a groaning cry from her as she was impaled on Kerel's shaft. Muffled by her mouthful of Yuril, the cry would have been incoherent even if she'd been able to form words, and a few seconds later she had no choice but to pull her head back and gasp for air.

"Fuck..." she managed after a few hard breaths. "Don't... uh... don't just lie there."

"As the Seeker wishes," Kerel chuckled, and she felt his hips rock under hers, pushing him even deeper, if that was possible, into her. Meeting his movements with her own, Phrae - reluctantly - let him slip out of her a way, but only so that he could thrust into her again. Without another word, the pair of them set up a slow, steady rhythm that had Kerel pumping in and out of her, sending waves of pleasure through her as she took Yuril into her mouth once more.

With hard, male meat filling her from both ends, and loving every single second of it, Phrae was barely aware of feeling more of the oil that had been massaged into her skin as Tor poured a thin trickle of it onto the top of the crevice of her butt. She became a lot more aware, however, when he started using a finger to massage it over the tight bud of her asshole.

"Hmmm?" she murmured, then pulled away from Yuril long enough to look back over her shoulder at Tor. "Really? You can't just wait your turn?"

"I thought you were in a hurry?"

His dry tone, as well as the faintly raised eyebrow, had her laughing. "Suit yourself," she shrugged, then gave Yuril a long slow lick from balls to tip before just as slowly swallowing his length yet again.

Under Tor's probing, Phrae felt her ass begin to relax, letting his finger work its way inside her. It took only a few moments for him to match the rhythm she and Kerel had set, and the added sensation pushed her even closer to the edge. When he pulled his finger out of her, though, she was left on the precipice, so very very close to the release her body craved that it was nearly torture.

She very nearly snarled at all three of them, only for it to turn into a hungry groan when she felt something a great deal bigger pressing against her tight sphincter. With agonising slowness, Tor pressed the head of his cock against her tight opening until, finally, it slipped inside.

The feel of that last invasion, stretching her, filling her, was the last straw as far as her body was concerned. Her head fell back, strands of saliva dripping from her chin as Yuril's shaft fell from her mouth. Her climax ripped through her like a fireball, wiping out any sense of the world around her and driving the raw, animal scream that tore out of her throat. Amid the storm, she felt... something... wrapping itself around her, calling to her on a level she would have been hard-pressed to resist even with a clear head. Almost instinctively, she reached out to it - and screamed again as pure power slammed through her hot on the heels of the orgasm that had almost sent her spiralling into unconsciousness.

She was barely even aware of the way her own power swelled within her, recharged and refreshed to a level she hadn't had the chance to feel for a long time. The eruption of energy within her tore the illusion cloaking the temple's interior to shreds, and when she eventually came to her senses, everything was back to how it had been when she had first entered. Apart from the fact she was on her hands and knees, gasping raggedly for breath whilst no sign at all existed of the three priests of Aelena she'd just been... celebrating with.

Gritting her teeth and trying to ignore the aftershocks of pleasure that still bounced around inside her, Phrae forced herself to her feet - and when she lost her balance and ended up on her butt, chuckled sourly to herself and tried again.

"Okay, that was.. something."

Finally upright, and fairly sure her unsteady legs would keep her that way, she checked herself over. Everything was where it was meant to be, clothes and such all in the right places, and her cloak and satchel still sat on the floor where she'd put them. In fact, the only evidence of what she'd just experienced was the way her body was humming in its afterglow.

Scooping her things off of the ground, she tottered toward the arch, taking a second to steady herself as she passed the altar, and grinned when she felt the way the arch reacted as she drew near. Standing in front of it, she made sure everything was settled how it was meant to be, then took a slow look around her at the temple's interior.

"Thanks for the help, guys," she said softly, and wasn't entirely sure whether or not she imagined the reply that ghosted across the edge of her awareness. Either way, it seemed she had what she needed... and whether she might have been tempted to stick around or not, she was not going to miss this connection.

Taking a breath to steady herself as much as was possible, she turned back to the arch, offering a silent prayer to the Mistress of this temple just on the off-chance it might help, and stepped forward. Just as she'd hoped, the eerie non-light of the portal enveloped her - and she took one more step closer to home.

The End

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