"Fucking merchants." You grit your teeth, fingers straining as you scale down this bafflingly non-euclidean descent, the only solace being that the fragile handholds don't dislodge you as they dislodge themselves from the cliff face, held aloft by strange gravitational powers. But you need the runes, and they need this 'Silver Tear Husk'. Well, finding an amorphous, crusty, silvery goo blob shouldn't be too hard, no? But why the hell is it only merchants and lunatics that managed to stave off the insanity of eternal life? You even heard that this very crater was caused by one naked freak who managed to take down the great and celebrated General Radahn single handedly with nothing but his bare fists. The endless void begins to clear, the aquatic luminescence of the Siofra river finally within view, peaking through the numerous rock crags, jags and lips that lead to labyrinthine tunnel systems, all disturbed now that a gigantic meteorite had plummeted through the earth.
Speaking of, you take a moment by a stable perch and rummage around your pack, taking out a jar of root resin and a few swabs of soft cotton. The gravitational anomaly gave you confidence for the first leg of your descent, but here the ordinary laws of physics would become more and more prevalent, thus you lather the bottom of your boots with resin, and pack balls of cotton to the bottom. Here, moreso than anything else, a simple and mundane death is what awaits you most avidly - the introduction of your body to the stone earth below, plus or minus the pace of a bolting steed. The cotton, simple as it may seem, has an occult effect that will help with that. So prepared, you begin to venture down, sure enough that it you make it to the river, you can follow it to the eventual Night city establishments. The merchant was vague with his directions, but they were better than nothing.
The sagacity of your preparations soon bore fruit, as your footing gave way out from under you. The effect of the cotton was great, but not infinite. You were banking on no sudden gaping chasms emerging beneath your feet, elsewise you'd need to take more drastic, experimental options. What you weren't prepared for, was to fall through a good few layers of rock, then hit hard upon a steeply pitched stone tiled roof, winding you. Worse yet, you were not far from the edge of it, and in your fall, you saw quite the drop from aforementioned steep roof, the type your cotton wouldn't save you from. You'd landed hard at the peak of a subterranean tower of sorts. And you'd need to find purchase quick before you slid from its precipitous height to the depths below. Or, you would, had the ceiling not begun to also cave in from under you. Surely you were not that heavy. Or do they just not make it like they used to?
The ceiling finally collapses from under you, dropping you and a few slabs of tile into the room below, leaving around a meter wide hole from which you fell. A few thoughts filled your mind as you fell. Exasperation at the apparent weakness of earth, wonder at these constructions you'd never seen before, awe and fear for who built them. Complete and utter, abject bewilderment as you become submerged in a cloudy, lukewarm liquid, viscous to a vigorous touch, enough to gently break your fall but not enough to stop you from slowly sinking, settling down into the soft grey thighs of a curvaceous and tall woman.
"O-oh my~"
You gape, or would have had preserving instincts not kept your mouth closed while submerged. Up a slender and soft looking belly, beyond a pair of hefty pale grey tits, is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. She looks down at you with equal shock and disbelief, though something else lurks behind her gaze. You'd like to stare at her for longer but the desperate desire to not have your breathing holes completely submerged wins out.
You struggle to sit up, the muscles in your stomach protesting as you haul yourself against the pull of the water, seeming only to grow stronger the harder you fight it. It's not until you feel a strong but gentle guiding hand on your back that you're able to breach the surface and breathe, to... quite a bit of commotion. You're not alone here with the maiden, as another has already risen, droplets of these celestial waters sliding off her tight, athletic form. "S-Sister!" She stammers, a tinge of pink coming to her pale grey cheeks as she looks at you aghast, equally as beautiful as the former, though in a bolder, more heroic way, Her hand alternates between fending off her privates and her breasts, to blocking off her face. "Y-your face!"
The woman who helped you up chuckles. "Does that really matter, dear sister? This is our last night together, moreover, look around you. We're bathing in the waters of absolution, do you not think our sin could be forgiven?"
The fitter, more athletic maiden gawks at the other, her eyes flicking to the flowing silver shotel across the room, resting by their folded garments. "B-but this..."
"He too, is bathing in the waters of absolution, and as a priestess, is it not our role to provide deliverance?" She rises, leaving you aside in your confusion as she gracefully glides through the water towards the more agitated girl. "Come now, sister. Isn't this also a kind of providence? Are you really willing to let your last night pass like this?" She holds the warrioress close. "This is an opportunity given to us."
"B-but the hole waters were to cleanse us! H-he, It profanes us!" Uh oh. You stayed out of Leyndell specifically to avoid the religious crazies.
"Yes, but if he seeks penance, he can be forgiven. Besides... you're curious too, aren't you?"
She stiffens. "Curious?"
The priestess chuckles. "Of course, did you think I wouldn't know? We're sisters, after all."
"The monks would never, but here we are, on our last night, and a boy falls from the heavens. What kind of priestess would I be if I couldn't glean this fate? What does it matter that he's seen our faces?" She leans in further and whispers something into the warrrioress' ears, causing the more rigid woman to blush red from neck to ears. But undeniably, the way she looks at you subtly shifts.
"Y-you! Surface dweller!" She thrusts an arm out and points to you. "Your filthy cloth befouls these sacred waters! Remove them, Immediately!"
You blink, stunned. Still sitting and trying to process the whole, falling into a bath thing, and then landing on a naked lady, your mind's still barely begun wrapping itself about near drowning, and all of a sudden you're being told to strip. The priestess smirks, coming back over to you to help or haul you up. "You'd best do as she says, she's one of our fiercest swordstresses and you don't want to make her mad. Here, let me help."
You fumble about, barely getting your fingers onto a button or thread before the priestess has already gotten the garment off you. You don't even know when it was she managed to toss your pack aside. "O-oooh~" She makes a cooing noise, and it's about then you realise you're more naked than not, and your brain finally catches up with events.
"H-hold on a moment, ladies, w-what exactly is going on here? I apologise for accidentally bursting in like this, but this is hardly."
"Ohh, shush dear. You've got two beautiful ladies standing naked right before you, and it's their very last night before being turned into eternally mindless puppets. We want to know the touch of a man at least once, so you can either be a man and provide us succour, or you can be executed for intruding on our sacred ritual. Which will it be?" A streak of steel enters her gaze at that moment, and as it's currently locked on your cock, you feel it especially keenly.
"U-uh... when you put it that way."
"Good boy." She begins to push you, corralling you to the edge of the pool. Your butt shudders as you plant yourself down on the cold tiles, and the priestess sinks down in the waters after you, the long strands of her silken hair eddying about her as she wades over to you, pushing your thighs apart as she settles between your legs before turning to her sister. "Come along now." Her beckon is more a command, and you get a sense of a hierarchy between the girls that is more than just clerical.
Still somewhat resistant towards the situation, like a cat, an innate sense of curiosity arises from the swordstress and she joins her sister by your thighs, wading through the milky, faintly glowing waters. With such a captive audience between your legs, it would be impossible to not be moved. More so, as the priestess lays her silken soft hands over your shaft. "Oh~ It's not as... big or hard as I would have thought." She muses to herself, causing a swell of heat to rise to your cheeks.
"T-that's!"
"Oh!" She gasps, cutting off your protests as she feels your member twitch in her hand, filling with indignation and heat. "Sister, it's moving! You touch it too!" You groan as the swordstress, hands callused with the training and work hewn into her body, gingerly touches your cock, following her sister's guidance in awkwardly stroking your length. You're about to groan again when a sharp stabbing pain erupts from your balls.
"Ah!"
"Oh, sorry. Was I too rough? They just.. looked sort of funny." As if in apology, the priestess begins to gently knead and massage your balls, all the more pleasant juxtaposed against the painful squeeze she'd just given them.
"J-just... be gentle." You hiss through grit teeth, part in pain, part in pleasure. Silence reigns about the baths as the sisters become captivated in their roles, the swordstress proving to be an avid learner from her sister's transgressions, as she gently handles your length, almost reverently. Abashedly, you realise the pain did nothing at all to deter your lusts, and soon the girls are met with the full throbbing length of your manhood, thick and large in their graceful hands.
"Now this... this is about what I expected." The priestess looks at the tip, transfixed, almost hypnotised and the look in her eye evokes a deep stirring within you, your cock throbbing as it produces a hefty bead of precum. Like cats, their eyes narrow in on it, as as much as you expected the priestess to make the first move, with the swiftness of a lioness, the swordstress pounces. For a moment, your life flashes before your eyes as the silver haired beauty takes your cock into her cool mouth, her tongue lapping at the tip. But, thank the erd tree, her teeth never come into the equation. The fear and trepidation washes away to a thick, dense relief, so powerful as it washes over you that your cock spurts out another few drops of precum, directly into the swordstress's mouth. She coos, sucking as if expecting more, her tongue growing a little rougher in her search. Instinctively you reach a hand out to her head, and only fearfully realise your error as your hand rests upon the silver locks of her hair, hair which, you could imagine by her earlier reaction, has never been seen by another man, let alone touched.
You wait another moment of quiet concern, feeling the calculations running in her cool head - unnaturally cool, as you now notice, the two women resting against your thighs, their flesh cold as if the light and warmth of life didn't course through their veins. Her calculations finish, as she begins to bob her head up and down the first inch of your cock, her mouth sucking and her tongue licking about the rim of your glans and you sigh in blissful relief. Now only had she permitted your touch, she'd even understood it. You feared she was but mere moments from trying to drive her tongue into your slit for more, which... might have been a bit too extreme for you.
Even as relief resurges you don't get to dwell in it before another sensation takes and alarms you. Her face a mask of petulance, the priestess protests the swordstress becoming the sudden star of this encounter. Spreading her dark, dusky lips around your balls, she's learned from her previous mistake, tongue cradling and gently rolling your balls around as she lavishes kisses about your sack. You look down at her, and she directs her eyes pointedly to her sister and then to your free hand, and then to your shock and horror you feel teeth upon the tender skin of your sack. Her mistakes have revealed your weakness to her, and she's going to exploit them until your hand rests upon her head to. In the nick of time, and thankfully not the nick of skin, you understand her demands and comply, the priestess practically purring as you rub your hand through her soft hair.
With two beauties worshipping your cock and balls, going as far to hold hands to stroke your length while one sister licks and sucks around the tip and the other ministers her lascivious affection on your balls, you don't last long. How could you. "I-I'm C-co-nngh" You realize as you utter the groan that you'd enjoyed their attentions for too long, thus the warning came too late. But more than that, they wouldn't even know what you were warning them about. With a hidden, guilty mirth, you wince as you blow your load inside the swordstress's mouth, her silver eyes flashing wide in surprise as a hot, thick ropey liquid fills her mouth and she gags, lurching back from your cock only to cop the rest of your load over her face and tits.
She spits some of it out, but as her throat spasms, she swallowed the lion's share of it, spluttering. "S-sister, it attacked me!"
Her eyes gleaming, the priestess all but pushes the swordstress aside. "Hey, do me to, I want some too!" She opens her mouth and closes her eyes, waiting expectantly.
You blush apologetically. "S-sorry, look it's not something I can just, kinda... do on demand."
"What? Nonsense." She grabs your cock firmly, but not painfully and begins to jerk it off a little more demandingly. "Squirt that stuff on me too!"
"I-I can't..." She's not listening, to you, utterly transfixed and trying to state a hole through the tip of your cock. You wince as the over stimulation begins turning from pleasant to painful.
"I guess I just have to..." She trails off, opening her mouth and plunging down on your cock, taking it deeper than her sister did. She works into a rhythm, her hand going back to kneading your balls while she takes your cock into her mouth and further, the constricting walls of her throat squeezing against your girth. You gasp out and place both hands on her head, but her strength is extraordinary and you cannot dissuade her from pursuing your cock to it's base, until her cute button nose presses up against your stomach, and there's nowhere else for her to go. The priestess has the powerful spirit of a cocksucker within her, but none of the common sense limiting her destructive power.
"S-stohp!"
You cry out for help as she keeps sucking even after you've nutted, and it takes the swordstress reading the anguish on your face before help comes in any fashion. "Sister, you're hurting him!" With an offended cry, she's pulled back off your cock, fists nearly swinging.
"I want some too! That sticky stuff!"
Taking a quick breather, you watch the debacle as the priestess then turns on her sister, being held back by the forehead from diving into the swordstress' bosom to lap up your cum directly. "It's called cum," you pant, "and I can give you more, I just... need a moment." You sigh, never thinking this expedition would turn out so tiring for all the wrong - or right? - reasons.
"You did that because it felt good, right?" The priestess queries you. You get the sense that she's the older sister, but that the younger is well versed in corralling her wilfulness. She stands suddenly, rising from the water, the clear dewy liquid now evocative of something else in light of recent circumstances. And perhaps all the more alluring the way it beads on her pale grey skin for it. She spreads her legs a little, reaching down and parting her bald, puffy pussy lips for you, her inner lips peeking the palest shade of pink. "I'm not an idiot, no matter how ignorant I am. I've long been told that this is the most sacred place, and it's the most vital for the ritual that it remains pure. Clearly if you stick that in here, you'll be able to cum again!"
You gulp. It's wet, obviously, but as the water drips from her pussy and her viscous arousal slicks forth, it's clear that it's her own excitement glistening upon her inner thighs. "W-well, I think that's right, but I-I really do need a short moment."
"Fine!" She grins, "Then you can just taste us in the meantime then!" Without further ado, she grabs your head and thrusts your face into her pale pink nox pussy.