Offering Up A Holy Hole

I hope y'all are in the mood for a short, simple, and romantic tryst between a man and a femboy. Cause that's exactly what you're getting here! Though with a little bit of uniqueness thrown in because I thought it'd be a fun way to spice things up! Enjoy!

From the moment the sun crested the horizon and the first golden rays of dawn lit Kirtanalla's great temple a glorious chorus filled the once silent air. All the city woke to the radiance of her most sacred day. Those still awake after a night laboring to finish the preparations of Kirtanalla's wondrous festival were blessed with a surge of renewed strength. And a swell of warmth deep within their very souls.

Before the first verse of Her magnificent song had even finished all the city around her temple had come to life. The birds joined in the gently booming chorus of music without ever knowing the words as doors were thrown open and people flocked into the streets. Flower petals were gleefully tossed high into the air and swept away on tender winds to fall like snow upon every street and building. Countless voices joined in the every rising swell of music radiating from the temple as thousands more gave thanks to the Goddess of Love on her sacred day.

Even the lords and ladies of Queen's court, often so distant from those they ruled, joined in the celebration without thought nor hesitation. No soul touched by Kirtanalla's majesty could do anything less. Not while the music swelled to ever greater heights and all the world seemed to shine with her grave. To bask in her love as surely as it basked in the ever rising sun. The chill winds and bitter cold of a hard winter held no sway amongst the peoples of Marivalia while they stood in the presence of their Goddess. In little more than their shifts and nightgowns hundreds journeyed to the temple from all corners of the city as hundreds more gathered within every square, park, and plaza to worship and give thanks in their own way. Or simply to feel Her love.

Kirtanalla's festival had yet to truly begin and already a great sense of joy was coursing through the city. Through the very air itself. And though it would last for days upon days, until the High Priestess could sing no longer and, time nonetheless felt impossibly short. So much so casks of ale and mead were broken open and food was shared long before the morning ceremonies had finished. Yet not a single person thought twice about their joyous celebration and not a single worshiper faced even a moment of scrutiny nor reprimand. Indeed even the Queen herself joined in the cheer as those within her retinue and of her House shared their bounty amongst the rest. So great was her enthusiasm and her benevolence she scarcely reached the temple as her subjects flocked to her in endless crowds. But not even the many priests of Kirtanalla would admonish Her Majesty nor the rest. How could they when so many had already joined in the festivities as they spread amongst the people?

Save one who stepped away from the crowds. Who turned their gaze from the temple and Kirtanalla's majesty with a knowing smile...

The acrid smell sulfur and black powder overwhelmed the sweetness once carried upon the winds as a lone figure emerged from a lonely little warehouse in the far corner of the harbor district. It swirled around the hooded figure like a noxious cloud and shadowed his every step as he walked away from the building at a brisk stride. But upon reaching the end of the walkway connecting the isolated building to the lattice of peers stretched out across the water he turned.

From within the cloak shrouding his body a gloved hand emerged, within it a small and crudely carved runestone held tight between his fingers. The sigil etched harshly into it's contours glowed brighter than even the sun shining down upon it and the man's grip tightened. A moment or two later cracks erupted through the stone like it was little more than glass. And a heartbeat after that it shattered in his hand, crumbling to dust that seemed to fade away before reaching the wood slats he stood upon. All the while the warehouse from which he'd emerged seemed to shudder and sink inwards as if it were a flimsy tent collapsing beneath a mighty breeze. The creak and groan of wood twisting under the enormous pressure within momentarily ruined the tender rhythms of Kirtanalla's beautiful song only to fall silent just as soon as they'd begun.

Then in a flash of blinding light the building exploded. Flames licked at uncountable wooden shards as they hurtled outward too fast for any mortal to comprehend. As they erupted into the sky and pierced the waters in a hail of death and destruction that should have shaken the very earth surrounding the warehouse. Yet the lake scarcely even rippled and the man's cloak scarcely even fluttered in the face of the shockwave rippling though the air. All the splinters and shards of wood, metal, and anything else once inside the building seemed to freeze midway through their flight. They hung in the air as surely as the explosion itself like a moment frozen in time.

Not even the flames roaring through the shattered corona moved and the hooded man turned away barely a second after it'd all come to a jarring halt. He walked down the pier at an even quicker pace yet he seemed not at all concerned by the madness left in his wake. The once strained hunch of his shoulders had disappeared and the entire demeanor of his stride seemed to change. Had anyone been present to observe him they might've thought he was... excited. For who or what they wouldn't have known but there was a spring in his step that hadn't existed before. Although any onlookers almost certainly would've found themselves distracted instead by the explosion frozen in time. Especially as it shrank back in on itself like the moments were ticking backwards and the warehouse was repairing itself just as suddenly as it'd been destroyed. Yet instead of returning to how it'd been it collapsed into itself. Into a crumpled, ever shrinking orb of light and fury until simply blinking out of existence just as abruptly as everything else.

Nary a splinter was left of the building that'd once been and nary a mark was left upon the dock once connecting to it. The warehouse simply blinked out of existence without so much as disturbing the fish swimming about the wooden beams and basking in Kirtanalla's song. And the man who'd left it continued on without once breaking his stride. He departed the harbor district without ever glancing back at his handiwork and he slipped out of the city entirely, skirting around the shores of the lake with his hood and cloak shrouding his every feature.

Still awash in the Kirtanalla's music even so far from the city Aya couldn't help but join his voice with the melody, no matter if Marivalia was on the far side of the lake. Lounging beneath the shade of a willow tree bending high above and far over the water he sat upon an unremarkable swatch of line at the edge of the water. He rested against a small assortment of pillows comfortably lifting up one elbow as his other hand idly played with the ceremonial vestments clothing his body. Though to say he was properly clothed would've been quite a laughable notion. To a priest of Kirtanalla especially! By 'traditional' Marivalian standards he wore little more than a few errant strips of white cloth held against his plump figure by jewelry.

Of course compared to his High Priestess he was dressed in the most concealing and restricting attire imaginable! But it suited him well enough as he waited. As he sang his hymns and worshiped his Goddess in his own way. One soon to be enhanced if the soft crunch of boots against the shore was any omen of things to come!

Grimacing at the familiar scent of black powder and sulfur Aya turned to look at his love with a pouty little sigh, “I hardly need to ask why you've kept me waiting.”

“Then don't.” Carroth gruffly replied, approaching Aya and standing above him for a moment, “You look beautiful today.”

Softly glittering chains laden with jewels crossed his bare chest and adorned his brow in the style of Aya's desert homeland, contrasting beautifully with his deep brown skin. His slender shoulders were all but draped in the finery while his arms were left bare down to the bangles wrapped daintily around his wrists. Every rise and fall of his chest filled the air with a soft clink of shifting metals and it only seemed to grow louder and louder as the seconds passed and Aya basked in his love's attention. As his breath quickened and goosebumps slowly dotted his skin. A knowing smile slowly spread across his soft, round face and a flush crept through his cheeks. His dark, endlessly unfathomable eyes sparkled in delight while full plump lips curled ever higher into an eager grin. For all his grumbling and grousing Aya had never been able to hide his true feelings for long. Carroth scarcely had to do anything at all before his lover's facade had melted away.

“I trust the Queen won't call upon you now?” He asked.

“No... my duty is fulfilled and her mind is elsewhere... with the High Priestess no doubt.” Kneeling at the edge of the linen Aya had stretched himself across Carroth spoke the words he always longed to hear, “I'm yours for as long as you'll have me...”

A shiver coursed through Aya's body and the music filling the air around them seemed to swell. Sitting up without a moment's hesitation he licked his lips and reached out to his companion. The long, flowing strand of white cloth normally draped between his legs and across his rump shifted ever so slightly as he moved and Carroth's attention shifted with it. He glanced down at Aya's plump legs with a look Aya knew even while his lover's face remained hidden by the magical shrouding of his hood. It was exactly the sort of look he craved and he couldn't help but tease him just a little bit upon feeling that adoring stare.

Pulling his hand back towards himself with a soft laugh Aya let his fingers trail across the gilded band of metal holding up his skirts. Almost as if he intended to remove it altogether. Carroth stiffened ever so slightly at the motion and quietly laid down beside Aya soon after. Only for his ever bewitching and ever tempting love to smooth out the fabric threatening to disappear between the thick curves of his outstretched legs. To pull and straighten it with wicked intent.

A soft laugh escaped his unseen lips and Carroth reached out to Aya instead, “I've thought of nothing else but you since our last night together...”

Awash in the pleasure of those words yet wholly unable to help himself Aya stopped Carroth's hand with his own. Sitting up and turning towards him he delicately plucked at the glove hiding those rough, calloused fingers and said, “I'm sure you thought of our Queen's orders as well...”

“Would you believe me if I said I didn't?” Carroth asked.

The first two fingers of his glove loosened and Aya tugged on the third while he fought back a smile and said, “Not for a moment...”

Carroth laughed again and Aya giggled, truly unable to help himself in spite of his jealousy. And the simple frustration of his love being pulled away by 'royal duties' far too often for his liking. Of course any absence at all was positively insufferable but at times it seemed like their beloved Queen was deliberately robbing him of his companion. As if she wished to jealousy hide away her most trusted agent. A thought he made no secret of as Carroth's glove finally slid free of his hand and Aya oh so cheekily tossed it away with a little smirk. Though he scarcely had time to revel in his own impishness before those ash grey fingers were caressing his cheek and tenderly stroking his skin. Before he was left completely lost in a tender caress he'd felt a thousand times and yet one he craved a thousand more at the very least.

Covering his lover's hand with his own without a thought Aya leaned into that gentle touch even as his eyes sparkled with mischievous intent. What sort of mischief even he couldn't say but it scarcely mattered. Aya was far too distracted by Carroth finally removing his hood to act upon his silly little thoughts and urges. Merely seeing the scarred features of the man he loved so dearly melted away all else so quickly and so completely he could hardly remember anything before. It'd been so unfathomably long since he stared into those blood red eyes. So long since he could run his fingers through the shock of, often tangled, white locks falling down his face and shoulders. Compared to the long, elegant braid Aya so often wore Carroth's tresses were absolute madness! And of course he loved him all the more for it! Just as he loved the tangled web of scars running across his face and touching every last feature. From centuries old cuts to powder to claw marks he seemed to wear the echoes of every wound imaginable.

And it all made him that much more beautiful. That much more fierce and striking and handsome in the most exhilarating ways even after decades upon decades together. “I've missed you...” Aya finally murmured, averting his gaze and nuzzling against Carroth's hand, “I'm not sure how much longer I could've waited...”

“Now we have all the time in the world to share with one another,” Carroth murmured, cupping Aya's face with both hands and tenderly stroking his skin, “The only question left... is how best to spend it all?”

But it wasn't really a question at all. The words had barely escaped his lips before Aya's hands slid around his broad, muscular shoulders. Before he was pulling Carroth down against him in a blaze of overwhelming passion and truly unabashed lust. Carroth barely had time to grin before he was atop his love, before they were lost in a wonderful embrace. And before Aya's legs were wrapped around his waist as he pulled them together with a single minded passion few could ever dream of matching. All as the simple joy of finally being together erupted between them in a cacophony of emotions too numerous to fully understand. Too wild to dwell on for more than a moment before more arrived to overwhelm the others in a constant, roiling storm. Even without Kirtanalla's celebration their passion would've burned like a raging wildfire but in the throes of her joyous festival? Aya and Carroth were hardly even themselves!

Their kiss deepened and their tongues coiled around one another as soft, breathless moans filled the air alongside that sweet music. The gentle sounds of their ever more giddy kissing soon joined the beautiful chorus and it wasn't long before the rustle of clothes joined it. Namely the rustle of Aya so feverishly pawing at all the stupid clothing his love still wore.

Though his cloak was the first to fall away the unassuming tunic worn beneath it was removed just as hastily. And in much the same way Aya always rid them both of Carroth's garb, “It's fortunate I have little affinity for my clothing...” Carroth laughed, the sound of ripping fabric punctuating his words alongside Aya's laughter, “I shudder to think what might become of items I truly cared about in the wake of your amorous intentions.”

“Perhaps if you didn't abandon me for so long I wouldn't need such feverish excitement!” Moaning as he spoke Aya laid his hands on Carroth's scarred, muscular chest the moment he finished turning his love's tunic into a vest.

“Yes of course,” Carroth murmured. Leaning back down with a slowly spreading smile he slid an arm beneath his lover and softly whispered, “You're the picture of restraint!”

Their lips reunited with those words hanging in the air and Aya delightedly holding on to Carroth like a drowning man clinging to driftwood. With his tunic already ruined beyond any repair Aya didn't hesitate to finish tearing it away from his partner's body. In much the same way he didn't hesitate to run his fingers across every inch of Carroth's skin, goosebumps erupting in the wake of his caress and shudders rippling through them both as they basked in the joy of being together. Once more wrapping around each other their tongues were almost feverish in their mouths while the rest of their bodies slowly caught up to the excitement. To the unbridled passion surging through their bodies as Kirtanalla's music swelled.

As the last tattered remnants of Carroth's tunic fluttered away from his body Aya set his sights on the equally plain and equally irksome breeches keeping their bodies from truly connecting. He even managed to slip his fingers into the belt fastened about them with every intention of forcing it open and tearing it off. But before he had the chance Carroth stole away every ounce of his focus with a simple retreat. Their kiss ended and Aya looked to the love of his life with a mixture of surprise and naked frustration. Or at least he would've had his man not leaned back in to plant a soft kiss on Aya's already unbearable sensitive skin. Kissing him just below his long, tapered ear, right where jaw met neck, was a bold and exhilarating statement that turned Aya into a quivering puddle. A breathless moan tumbled from his lips as he reflexively turned his head but there wasn't time for anything else Not with his love so cruelly pressing his attack and kissing even higher, his attention finding even more sensitive places on Aya's body.

“Ohhhhh Goddess!” He moaned, shuddering in delight at the barest hint of Carroth's scarred lips against his ear. Against the tip no less!

Dragging his nails across Carroth's back and wrapping himself even more tightly around his lover Aya wanted to turn away entirely. To flee from that sudden swell of ecstasy making his back arch and his mind go black. Yet there was nowhere no flee and no hopes of finding an escape. Not while the gentle weight of his companion's body pressed down against him. And certainly not while the truly unbearable pressure of his lips remained to tease and tempt and ruin in all the most thrilling ways.

Knowing full well the torment he inflicted and 'cruelly' taking full advantage of that knowledge Carroth kissed all along Aya's ear. Never relenting for even a moment he made his already pleasure addled love squirm and quiver in the most feverish bursts, his entire body shaking from the force of even the gentlest kiss. To say nothing of the wickedness that was him impishly wrapping his lips around the tip of Aya's ears for just a moment. Just long long enough to let him feel that pressure and be ravished by a fresh surge of all consuming ecstasy. Only to pull away long before Aya could be driven entirely mad by his antics. And far too soon for his partner's liking.

“You bastard!” He moaned, turning his head to look up at Carroth as best he could without entirely denying him another chance to make things right, “H-H-How could you stop! You know what you've already done to me!”

“Oh I know...” Carroth laughed. Slowly bearing down on him that little bit more he pressed himself against Aya's body. Pressed his manhood against the thin length of silk keeping Aya's arousal from him yet doing nothing to mask it pulsing and throbbing much like his own. Nor indeed masking the slowly spreading stain of arousal seeping into his garb, “Why else would I do it?”

Carroth leaned back in and kissed his way up to Aya's ear from the crook of his shoulder, absolutely ravishing his companion and leaving Aya to moan, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goddesssssssssssss!”

Anything else he might've said was quickly and entirely lost amidst more moans as Carroth reached his indescribably sensitive ear once again. And just as before he kissed every last centimeter he could reach from lobe to tip and completely ravished Aya once more upon reaching the latter. His lips closed around the most tender part of his ear, perhaps one of the most tender parts of his entire body, and yet another cascade of pleasure rippled through him. Surged through him like a flood finally breaking through the walls of a long crumbling damn. Yet before those walls could fully break Carroth pulled back again again. Not far enough to meet Aya's frantic gaze but still far enough to leave him with nothing but his love's breath against his skin.

And while that second, even more cruel withdrawal couldn't have lasted more than a few moments before he returned every moment felt like a thousand. Like a century of unmitigated frustration coupled with unbelievable agony. Only for it all to disappear in an instant and Carroth returned and repeated his wicked ministrations as if nothing had happened. As though his love wasn't writhing and shuddering underneath him as their bodies intertwined and Aya whimpered like some feral beast. But even more galling, yet wonderful, than that was how smoothly he returned to the tip of Aya's ear with another flurry of sweet kisses arriving too fast to entirely comprehend. Just as he was reacting to one two more arrived to ravish his senses and leave him feverishly grinding against his lover. Rolling his hips as fast as his trembling body would allow and piratically tormenting himself with the pleasure of Carroth's manhood rubbing against his own through their clothes.

Had he known that same teasing pleasure was only making Carroth torment him all the more he might've stopped. Or he might've pressed even more fervently. It was impossible to say and Aya was in no position to wonder nor question what he was doing. After so lengthy an absence and in the intoxicating presence of his Goddess there was no hope for anything. At least nothing beyond the oh so inevitable eruption Aya would soon endure. Even without Kirtanalla's song filling his heart and her grace alighting his body Aya still would've been lost. But with his very soul so utterly enthralled by Her and Carroth's love?

Well it was nothing short of a miracle he survived for so great a duration. Nothing short of a gift from his Goddess that he clung to sanity long enough to feel Carroth's greatest trick before he was utterly consumed by his pleasure. And even knowing what his love intended couldn't diminish the abject bliss that coursed through his body. Indeed that certainty paired with the simple joys and comforts of sharing such a holy day with his love ravished him all the more.

Gently biting down on the sensitive tip of Aya's ear Carroth slid both arms around his lover's body, one behind his slender shoulders and one beneath his plump hips. An instant later Aya was clawing at his back and howling like an animal in the throes of mating season. More feverishly than ever he shuddered and shook against Carroth, bucked and writhed like a man possessed as held on tighter than even the most desperate assailant. So tightly it was almost painful. Yet the ecstasy radiating from his body in waves of all consuming adulation overwhelmed every other feeling. Every other thought or reaction or anything save the simple, impossible joy that was making him writhe and shriek and shake so fiendishly. And unlike all his other bouts of teasing Carroth didn't withdraw after a moment. He didn't pull away and leave his companion bereft of pleasure and yet drowning in it. Instead he remained in a constant surge of agonizing bliss too great for Aya to fathom. Yet every bit as wonderful as he might've hoped and everything he could've wanted from their perfect reunion.

Even if conscious thought and coherent wants were completely lost to him amidst the frenzy of pleasure ravishing his body. No one else had ever tormented Aya so. In nearly a thousand years of life no other soul could so completely break him with so little effort. Save maybe Kiranalla herself. But until his Goddess descended from the heavens to try Carroth would remain the master of his body and keeper of his heart. Twin roles he took to so unbearably well it was almost maddening as the pleasure continued to Aya shook beneath him for what truly felt like an eternity.

One quickly followed by another eternity as the pressure of Carroth's teeth slowly faded, replaced by the softness of his lips. And just as Aya was beginning to fathom that second embrace it too faded. But was similarly replaced by yet more kisses guiding him down from the clouds he'd been left drifting across for so long.

Like he'd done countless times before Carroth slowly brought Aya back to the world around them, coaxing and teasing his sensitive body yet always leading him back with a comforting assurance Aya truly craved. His strong, calloused hands caressed Aya's body as his lips continued their wicked efforts unabated. The comforting assurance of his body pressing against him never wavered and never grew too much to bear. Everything was simply perfect and everything remained so impossibly perfect throughout the breadth of Aya's heady afterglow. Though he wasn't at all surprised by that perfection nor the pleasure ravishing him as he basked in it all. He simply thanked his Goddess as all the truly worshipful priests of Kirtanalla did.

Breathlessly pulling his love into another kiss Aya scratched at his back and caressed his chest in a fit of wanton need while Carroth returned his embrace. Yet just as his lover was beginning to smile against him, no doubt forming some new way to absolute torment Aya as he did, their fortunes were abruptly reversed. In a burst of speed and mindless desire Aya pushed his companion onto his back and climbed atop him, straddling his waist and pressing them together all the more tightly. All without breaking their kiss or indeed disturbing anything but how they laid and who controlled the moment. Not that Carroth had any complaints at all about the sudden reversal. How could he when his love was so sensually touching his chest and grinding against his manhood? And with so little separating their bodies while he did? It would've been downright blasphemous!

His hands quickly returned to their own caressing as he explored the soft contours of Aya's body just as Aya explored his. But while Aya remained fixated on Carroth's chest, with brief little forays up to his face, Carroth couldn't help but explore all of his love. To caress every last inch of his supple skin no matter what else might've happened. At least until his fingers strayed beeath the long strip of cloth only barely covering the wide, round curves of Aya's rump.

Bringing their kiss to a sudden end as he wrapped his soft, delicate fingers around Carroth's wrists Aya smiled down at him with their mere centimeters apart, “I love you...” He whispered.

“And I love you...” Carroth whispered back.

A heartbeat later his arms were pinned against the earth above his head while Aya let out a soft, breathy whimper. Playing along and keeping himself 'restrained' Carroth made no effort to escape even as one of Aya's hands withdrew to glide across his chest. The other could only barely hold both of Carroth's wrists against one another much less keep them pinned against ground but that didn't matter. Not while his suddenly unoccupied fingers could return to Carroth's belt and rip it away from his breeches like he'd planned from the very beginning. Then tear open what remained of his clothes to free the prize Aya had been desperately longing to feel again.

Every last inch of his thick, madly throbbing length was laid bare in an instant and still Aya didn't stop, could stop. Not until he'd torn away Carroth's breeches almost entirely. And when his lover knowingly kicked off his boots a few moments after, fulfilling the first stage of their ritual. Or however Aya liked to describe it as he straddled Carroth's length with a giddy moan and even more shudders. Neither of them were altogether concerned with the naming of their antics. They were far too enthralled with each other as the soft contours of Aya's cheeks enveloped Carroth's prick while his own rested against Carroth's stomach. Though still shrouding his petite yet wildly twitching length the vestments of his priesthood never obstructed anything between them. Despite their flowing length and position on Aya's body they were always perfect out of the way and perfectly in the way all at once.

Although neither of them could truly dwell on that Goddess graced convenience while Aya slowly rolled his hips and leaked warmth onto Carroth's stomach. Or indeed while they looked into one another's eyes with identical smiles and identical thoughts flickering through their impossibly lascivious minds. Even the music surrounding them and the city at Aya's back was little more than an afterthought as he slowly inched further and further along Carroth's length. Gradually moving ever higher until he'd nearly reached the tip of his lover's manhood. Only to withdraw at the very last second every single time in an impish attempt to tease Carroth just as he'd been teased. Though both of them knew how futile it was even before Aya started to squirm and quiver in the aftermath of what was meant to be his lover's torment. But as always the pleasure of Carroth's thick cock rubbing against his puffy little ring was an ecstasy Aya couldn't bear for long. Not without succumbing to his own lusts and giving in to his own insatiable needs.

Finally sliding all the way to the head of his partner's length Aya let out a defeated little sigh that was entirely betrayed by his smile, “One day I'll find some method of torturing you the way you've tortured me all these years!”

“I'm counting the days...” Carroth replied with a sincere and eager smile.

Much as he would've liked to respond Aya was far too busy singing the words to an incantation they both knew by heart. His voice joined the great echoing from the temple only to fade into a soft, knowing laugh before long. All the while he grinned down at his companion and slowly arched his back as he pushed against the swollen head of Carroth's prick.

Gliding along Aya's goosebump dotted skin until it was comfortably nestled between his plump, softly jiggling cheeks his lover's tip left a gooey smear of arousal across everything it touched. And an even greater dollop against his puffy little entrance as Aya hesitated for a moment. Or rather as he tried in vain to tease Carroth just that little bit. But he only succeeded in teasing himself as the pleasure of that beautiful length just waiting to ravish him proved greater than his willpower. To say nothing of the ecstasy that was feeling Carroth's arousal against his skin and knowing how much better it would forever feel inside his trembling body. In the end Aya barely managed to hold himself back for a few seconds before pushing himself onto Carroth with a needy whimper.

Both of them groaned in delight as he slipped inside Aya without any trouble and Carroth's hands leapt to his partner's wide hips before even a third of his manhood was inside Aya. Though rather than p;lunging the rest of his manhood inside him with a single ferocious stroke, like Aya might've expected or perhaps even anted, Carroth simply let his fingers glid even further along his body. Down beneath that meager little strip of fabric wholly incapable of hiding his voluptuous contours. And as soon as he did his strong, rough fingers cupped Aya's cheeks just hard enough to steal his breath away. To make him shudder and falter for just a second as he was spread open and groped with such a feverish abandon. All the while his tight little ring was stretched wide around Carroth's prick and his inner walls were contracting like made at the pleasure of taking his love inside him again. Like everything else about their lovemaking it was simply divine.

“Oh Goddess!” Aya moaned, slamming himself down onto Carroth's manhood without a second thought and absolutely convulsing against him as their bodies collided so feverishly. “Oh Goddess I've missed thiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssssssssssssssss!”

Far too busy groaning in delight as Aya's magically lubricated walls convulsed around him Carroth didn't even try to respond. He just pushed upwards in small, rhythmic motions while holding his lover down against him as hard as he could. And for a few seconds Aya just trembled and whimpered in abject delight, grinding against the cock pressing so deep inside of him. The cock stealing away his breath as it filled him up and stretched him so perfectly he could hardly function. Much less think about anything more than the ever rising flood of pleasure slowly building within him as he whimpered.

Of course it wasn't long before he was grinding against Carroth's beautifully hard cock. Pushing himself against his strong, calloused fingers as his own curled into fists against his lover's chest. He didn't even think about how effortlessly his man had slipped free of the 'restraint meant to keep his hands pinned above his head. Aya had already forgotten all about whatever plans he'd concocted while trying to take charge!

In truth he'd forgotten about most things around the time Carroth started bouncing hum along his oh so madly twitching length. Just feeling those smooth, loving rhythms paired with the endless joy of watching his man smile up at him was incredible. Everything he'd awaited while they were apart and everything he could've wanted in their first union after such a lengthy absence. Although after the wait he'd endured Aya would've been happy with just about anything. All of it venerated Kirtanalla on her most holy day and all of it send the sweetest bolts of pleasure lancing through his body. Even when Carroth started off so unbearably slow it felt like another form of torment. Slowly gliding up to the tip of his manhood only to come slowly gliding back down to the base it was equal parts wonderful and maddening. A constant swell of anticipation and pleasure lost amidst churning waves of unrequited lust as he ached for more. Whimpered and panted for anything else his love might give him. Only to be denied for so, so impossibly long.

Happily watching his love shiver and squirm above him Carroth made no effort to quicken his pace or indeed to anything more than what he'd already done. Simply knowing how badly Aya wanted more even as his adorable cock pulsed and throbbed and unleashed fountains of arousal into his already sodden garments was an endless delight. Almost as great a pleasure as the contractions rippling through his body and sending waves of toe curling ecstasy rolling through both of them. Especially as his tight little ring clamped down harder and harder with every pass while his inner walls squeezed so wonderfully hard.

And all of it was made so much better, yet so much worse, by Carroth's wickedly practiced movements and boundless taste for cruelty. Namely in the way he pressed so unfathomably deep into Aya with every single thrust and pushed so hard against the most sensitive places within him. Places that would've driven Aya completely mad even if they'd made love every single day for hours on end without exception. But after so long apart and spending so much time bathed in the radiance of his Goddess in preparation for her festival? Every stroke of Carroth's length was the most ruinous thing in the world. A bolt of utter devastation assailing his body and overwhelming his mind every time he pushed inside him. Yet there was no reprieve with he pulled out. Only more anticipation and the lingering echoes of all the previous thrusts.

Over and over and over again Aya was ravished by that endless cycle. For untold eons he was ruined by his lover's wicked refusal to simply ravish his body and break his mind in a flurry of passion. Instead he was left to suffer that same perfect outcome at such a maddening pace it felt truly unbearable. Even as Aya basked in every moment and reveled in every slightest action the entire time.

Collapsing against Carroth's chest barely a minute after his ministrations started Aya slid his arms around his lover's shoulders and held on for dear life. He buried his face in the crook of his man's neck and mindlessly kissed everywhere he could reach without moving. Anything more than that was far too much to ask for and entirely beyond his capability. Especially as the rest of his body acted without his accord, his hips bucking and grinding all the more fervently while his back arched all the more harshly amidst the endless cascades of unrestrained bliss.

“just imagine an entire week of this pleasure...” Carroth whispered, nuzzling against Aya and letting his lips brush against his long, tapered ear, “An entire week spent together in the throes of passion... perhaps even longer... perhaps even long enough to truly drive ourselves mad!”

Too lost in his own pleasure to know if Carroth was speaking to tease him or excite them both Aya could only moan at those words and shiver all the more against and around his love. He could only let out a long, desperate cry as he feverishly tried to both match and overwhelmed Carroth's efforts to bring them both into a state he was more comfortable with. The kind of frenzied, minimalist rutting he so often defaulted to whenever he had the chance. But his movements were far too clumsy and far too uncoordinated for anything more than weakly bucking against Carroth and clawing at his body in mindless fits of ecstasy. All while soaking his holy vestments in arousal and leaving them both coated in a glistening layer of warmth as his pleasure continued to build.

Somehow knowing his lover would never actually relent made it all the easier to sink down into the heady depths of pleasure cascading through his body and mind. Even as his soul cried out for more as if he wouldn't find it long, long, long before Kirtanalla's song ended. Indeed he knew on the most fundamental level he would be offering up the most sincere prayers to his Goddess less than twenty minutes after he and Carroth had been reunited. But the endless torment and waiting couldn't have been more devastating, in every imaginable sense of the word. And the longer he 'suffered' the more desperately he craved a release. Between the magic of Kirtanalla's radiance suffusing the air and his own innate need for sex in every imaginable way he could enjoy it Aya was practically drooling at the prospect of finally enjoying his long awaited release. Restraining himself and holding back until Carroth returned had never felt more rewarding.

Nor more impossible to bear, “I-I can't!” Aya whimpered, “I c-c-can't! I can't! I can't! I can't!” Tangling his fingers in his lover's hair as he held him all the tighter Aya shook and shuddered against him as if he were coming apart at the seems. “Oh Goddess I caaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn't!”

Echoing through Aya's overwhelmed mind before he'd even finished whining Carroth's laughter was neither cruel nor gloating. Instead it was a song of delight and excitement as he felt his partner tighten around him. Felt the warmth erupting from his unbearably hard cock grow that much thicker while all his muscles tightened. And it made Aya shudder all the more as he clung to his lover in desperation during what truly felt like the last few moments of his existence. The last few breaths he would ever take before ecstasy consumed him and he finally returned to his Goddess' side. Made all the 'worse' by how unceasing Carroth truly was.

Never slowing and never moving any faster he'd kept the same gently unceasing rhythm the entire time they'd laid together. For minutes upon minutes of slow, passionate lovemaking his efforts had stayed exactly the same. And after all those eons of suffering though such unbearable pleasure Aya could finally succumb to his most desperate needs. He could finally lose himself to the wanton pleasure and most holy bliss threatening to completely overwhelm him.

But only after being thrown off the edge in one final burst of pleasure he couldn't possibly have expected. Though he really should've as he felt Carroth's manhood swell and heard him let out a quiet laugh. Yet in spite of such obvious clues Aya was left completely devastated by the simple ecstasy of his lover's teeth sinking into the tip of his ear and his lips pressing against it a moment later. All the while his cock pressed so impossibly deep and so impossibly hard against his most sensitive place in a final, decisive stroke. Any hope Aya had of not completely melting into nothingness against his lover disappeared in an instant. Replaced entirely by an all consuming tide of pleasure as he was completely undone bu Carroth's wicked love.

Warmth erupted from his cock and streaked across Carroth's body as Aya lurched upright. Throwing his head back in a desperate howl he bucked and grinded and gyrated with all his strength. Wave after crashing wave of pleasure tore through his body and overwhelmed every last part of him as he emptied his lungs in a beautiful prayer to Kirtanalla. He clawed at his lover's chest like some wild animal while his eyes disappeared into the back of his head, every last inch of him trembling and tightening in an almost constant barrage of lust of satisfaction. And every moment of his madness was given over to an all consuming love as he lost himself for so wonderfully long. Sank down into those unfathomable depths and soared higher than any cloud might reach. Withe only the constancy of his love beneath him and his Goddess all around him to keep aya from truly going mad.

The greatest peaks and further valleys of his joy only lasted a short while before leveling out but even in the heady afterglow of his pleasure Aya remained lost. Even as he collapsed against Carroth's in a delirious heap he remained lost in the cascading ecstasy they'd both wrought. Warmth continued to sputter and squirt from his cock as he lay sprawled atop his lover in a shuddering, ruined heap, steadily soaking them both in his sweetness.

Even after Carroth's manhood slipped free with a soft little pop and Aya was gently laid on the ground beside him arousal continued to trickle from his length. It simply couldn't stop. Not while echoes of his bliss continued to radiate to the very tips of his fingers and toes. Certainly not while his partner's strong, gentle hands were draped across his body as he held him close and kissed the top of his head like he always did in the aftermath of their lovemaking. So without even thinking Aya cuddled against him all the more, holding on as tightly as his trembling muscles would allow. For as long as his steadily weakening body would allow.

“How long do you imagine we have?” Carroth asked.

“Until the High Priestess finishes her son?” Aya softly moaned.

“And the Queen sets upon her like a feral beast...”

“Not long enough...”

“It's never long enough...”

“No... no it isn't...”

A short, weighty silence filled the air between them but before Aya could break it Carroth pushed him onto his back and kissed his way up his neck, “Then we shouldn't dare waste another moment!” he whispered.

Shuddering more wildly than ever as adrenaline spiked through his body and love washed over him like a cool yet fiery wave, “No... no we shouldn't!”