The Cleric’s Farewell: Rutting The High Priestess [MF, fantasy, oral, vaginal, cuckold, romance]

THE STORY: Tobias of Winterbourne, a diplomat for the king of Raelen, is about to leave on a years-long journey. His mistress, the exotic and voluptuous nature priestess Theodora, wants one last illicit encounter…

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The priestess waited under the tallest oak in the temple gardens, her form painted azure and silver in the bright moonlight. She leaned against the immense tree, her order’s casual white and violet robes hiding very little of her generous curves. She wore her dark hair back in twin braids.

Idly looking up at the stars, she felt her heart flutter with excited anticipation. She wondered if her good-bye to Tobias tonight would be everything the both of them hoped it would be.

“Theodora,” a familiar voice called to her quietly.

“Tobias,” she greeted him as he walked up to her. He was tall with a trim build, sporting closely-cropped hair and a neatly-cut, finger-thin beard accentuating his dignified jaw. She looked about to make sure they were alone, then met his hazel eyes with a mischievous smile. “I bring you blessings from the Nature Goddess.”

He matched her smile, already having a strong suspicion of what those ‘blessings’ would be. “Oh?”

With a girlish giggle she threw open her robe, dramatically revealing her nude curves to him in the moon’s graphite luminescence. Sweeping, melon-heavy breasts juddered gently with her deep breath, punctuated by the wide sweep of waist and hips just below. Soft silk leggings hugged shapely thighs. She wore bits of jewelry; a headband, a necklace, and armband, spun of silver and brass and dappled with minor stones. “Do these blessings please you?”

In a heartbeat, strong hands were on her hips, pulling her roughly to him. Their lips met, the kiss long, deep, and fiery. Theodora took Tobias’ hands and pushed them back over her generous rump, which she knew he loved. The kiss broke when he squeezed her soft buns, causing her to titter mirthfully. “You do have a diplomat’s hands, you know. They communicate your thoughts so eloquently…”

He laughed at that, just enjoying holding her against him for a moment, playing with her softness. “You were able to get away from Roderick without a problem, then?”

She nodded. “I told my husband that I wanted to prepare a special blessing for your journey tomorrow. And that much is true. I do have a number of formal blessings for you, but that can come later. Right now I want to give you a proper farewell not as a priestess, but as a woman.”

“Well, I can hardly say no to that, can I?”

Theodora took his hand and led him deeper into the huge gardens that surrounded the temple of the Nature Goddess, away from the usual walkways and onto a little-used dirt path among the thicker growth.

Tobias knew he could probably forget about getting any decent sleep before he left on his great journey in the morning. Watching the interplay of Theodora’s naked tan moons as she walked, he decided that was one sacrifice he would gladly make. Even after all these years, that amazing generous backside still had the ability to completely entrance him.

Theodora was halfway through her thirties, four years older than Tobias. It was true that her figure was not quite as sleek as when they had first met seven years before, but what she lacked in the tightness of her body she more than made up for in that amazing smooth softness women acquired as they matured. She also possessed that quiet, self-assured confidence that can only come from experience. She had blossomed into the epitome of the sexy older woman many young men spent their days fantasizing about.

The nature priestess led him to a small clearing, with tree trunks, saplings, and bushes hemming in the view on all sides. Quite secluded from any potential prying eyes. As the temple was dedicated to the Nature Goddess, the priesthood had imported many exotic plants from other continents and worlds, all nurtured and maintained with the help of their nature magic. Many living things in this immense garden surrounding the Temple could be found nowhere else on Ximenes.

In the middle of the clearing was already laid out a thick, broad blanket, covered over with loose cushions. Theodora had thought ahead. Tobias noticed that the night air had lost its early-spring chill, and no nuisance insects buzzed in the small glade. Both were no doubt thanks to previous castings of Theodora’s nature magic. “You thought of everything,” he said.

“Its just a little love-nest. I want tonight to be special.” She stepped onto the blanket and turned back to face him. “Watch this.” The naked woman spread her arms wide and whispered a soft evocation to the Nature Goddess.

The grasses surrounding the blanket suddenly bloomed into a riot of colors; yellow, red, blue and violet flowers, all tinged silver in the bright moonlight. Their perfumed scent wafted into the air.

“Amazing,” he said.

She beckoned him forward and her hands shifted down to the tight bulge in his leggings. “You poor dear. Did I do all this already?” She caressed him very softly through the cloth. “I’m surprised you could even walk behind me at all, with how stiff you are.”

He exhaled gustily at her touch, his heavy shaft jumping in her fingers. His own hands shifted up to cup her heavy breasts, thumbs tweaking at her hardening, thimble-sized nipples.

Theodora was just close enough now that he could inhale very heady scent of her feminine body, mixed with perfume of the surrounding blossoms. She moaned softly under the attentions of his kneading fingers.

The priestess pushed her satiny mounds deeper into his hands, a crimson flush building in her round cheeks. She untied his breeches and lowered them. His groans became deeper and longer as she cupped his heavy orbs and openly stroked his naked, purpling cock.

Then, all at once, Theodora slipped down to her knees, helping him step out of his breeches. He was just pulling his shirt off as well as he felt the first lick of her molten-hot tongue on the mushroom tip of his manhood. His body shuddered in pleasure. Yumming happily at his reaction, she licked all over the flared head and sucked lightly at its very tip like it was the most succulent candy. A small drop of clear lubricant formed at his small slit, only to be flicked away into her mouth a heartbeat later. Her eyes glanced up, watching his every reaction over the landscape of his flat abdomen and hairy chest. She spared one hand to slip between her own thick thighs.

Tobias was suddenly struck by the memory of seeing Safiya, his late wife, servicing him in almost the exact same way. With her short auburn hair and slim body, she would work at his tool with gusto, her bright blue eyes flashing up to him just like Theodora’s had now.

He blinked the memories away. If he thought too much along those lines, he might become too maudlin to perform. Theodora deserved better than that.

Theodora suddenly pushed her head forward, slipping his rod deep into her mouth, and sucking hard. He loosed a loud, deep gasp. His strong hands settled onto her braided hair, gripping it in fists and pulling on it gently, a signal that he was desperate for more.

The priestess obliged as her head began bobbing up and down. The quiet jangling of the necklace in her cleavage intermixed with her loud, sloppy slurping around his heated flesh. Tobias felt himself slipping in and out of her warm slippery mouth, burying his straining rod just a little deeper in her throat every few strokes.

Tobias felt his climax starting to build with astonishing speed. His body began shuddering again and again, a clear signal of what was about to happen. Theodora kept up her unrelenting sucking rhythm. “Theodora…” he said to her in a strained whisper. “I can’t hold back… You’re going to make me…”

The priestess responded only by grabbing his buttocks in both hands and pulling him forward, pushing him deeper into her throat than ever. So tight and slippery and warm!
That was all it took. Tobias cried out, his fists balling with handfuls of her hair. His hips pulsed back and forth involuntarily, unable to ignore the overwhelming need to thrust in those last few seconds. His whole body went rigid in ecstasy as he shot spurt after spurt of his steaming seed into her throat.

Theodora swallowed what she could, small rivulets of pearly fluid escaped her lips and dripped onto her bosom. She finally pulled off of him after his final big load, gasping hard for breath. Smiling up at him with those big expressive eyes of hers, she made quite an ostentatious show of licking her lips clean and swallowing the last drops of whitish semen left in her mouth.

“That–that was amazing,” he stammered.

Her smile was triumphant as she purred like a cat with a bellyful of cream. “I’d been practicing all week with carrots and gourds–and Roderick–to be able to do that for you.”

“Roderick is a lucky guy.”

“He was surprised at first, but we’ve been trying to spice things up between us lately anyway. He thought it was just part of that.” She bit her lower lip, both hands sliding between her legs. “And its sooo hot, seeing and feeling the way you guys lose control toward the end. I love having a powerful cock take my mouth. Oooh…”

Tobias slid down to his knees and removed her hands from her sex. He turned her around, and with a commanding hand pushing on her lower back, guided her down onto all fours.

He already felt his softened organ twitching back to hardness just at seeing her bent over like that. Her cleft was swollen with her pink lips showing, her thighs glistened with dripping juices. His hands immediately gripped into her big rounded bottom, then gave it a playful spank. Her body quivered at the blow, followed by a mewling moan of want from her. He knew from experience that Theodora was naturally submissive sexually, especially when put into such a vulnerable position.

He bent low behind her, running his tongue up and down her outer lips. She whimpered at the teasing, enduring it for long minutes, until his tongue finally speared deep into her folds. She arched her back and yowled into the night. His tongue galloped through her pink gates again and again, making her squirm and tremble in ecstasy. One of his fingers came up, slipping into her heated velvety sleeve, as his tongue slipped lower over her puffy clitoris.
Theodora grabbed several cushions and frantically pushed them under her shoulders, allowing her to leverage herself up. She slipped one of her own hands back, helping him stimulate her pussy. Her fingers formed a ‘v’ on either side of her clitoral hood, stropping it wantonly back and forth on his long tongue.

“Please,” she said at last in a husky voice. “I want you in me.”

He was a bit reluctant to pull his tongue away. The scent and taste of a woman’s raw sex could be very heady. “But…”
“Come on, my big handsome Envoy, fuck my pussy.” She grinned back at him, rolling the delicious naughtiness of her own words on her tongue. She wiggled her big tan rump back and forth, fingers under her still working her small crimson nubbin. “Besides, you know my peak can only come to me by my own hands. I want to feel you in me when I do that.”

He nodded, rearing up behind her, the moon casting the shadow of his steely-hard pole across the globes of her generous rear. The sight of her rump swaying gently back and forth, higher than any other part of her body, caused a renewed surge in his already-straining loins.

He lined himself up and plunged forward into her tight turgid flesh. She urgently surged her hips back to meet him. His entire length buried itself almost all the way in with just the first stroke. The both cried out in unison.

Tobias felt his partner’s fingers reach back, briefly caressing his hanging orbs before moving back to stir at her own engorged nubbin. Theodora rested her shoulders on her piled up cushions, using one hand to brace herself against the blanket under her, while the other worked her sex into a frothy frenzy.

Tobias began slowly rocking his hips back and forth, slipping in slightly further each time, like he had with her throat. He drilled her with deep, slow strokes at first, doing his best to grind their sexes together. He knew she loved this kind of buttery friction. The priestess quickly worked herself into a frenzy feeling every single inch of him enter her over and over as she stirred her honeypot with her fingers.

The very moment that his sword fully hilted her silken sheath, his hips slapping up hard against her bottom, he felt her entire body begin rocking with a powerful orgasm. Thick curves trembled madly then stiffened all at once, the gyrating hand on her sex suddenly pressing in tightly as a fiery climax washed over her like a tsunami. She loosed a quick series of sharp, mewling whimpers as her snug vaginal walls spasmed hard on his shaft.

The first few times he’d experienced Theodora climax while within her, he’d climaxed himself almost immediately. But he was able to hold himself back for now, no matter how incredibly erotic she looked and felt as she writhed in ecstasy under him.

Only when she calmed down and her breathing returned to normal did he redouble the steely grip on her hips. He pulled back until he was almost out, then slammed back in forcefully. Then he did it again, even faster. She looked back over her shoulder again, a bit frazzled after her orgasm, but smiling eagerly. “Oh gods, that’s it, Tobias! Please, take me like a bitch in heat.”

He pounded into her wildly, again and again and again, his muscular hips impacting loudly against her quivering moons every time. The priestess worked her drenched sex in tight little circles in time with his thrusts, stirring him around in her. He rammed her hungry quim with an animal frenzy.

Tobias shuddered, feeling his climax building. Suddenly Theodora turned and reached back, her hand gripping his tightly as a signal to hold himself back, if he could. “Wait,” she said. “Let me turn over.”

He looked confused, imminently distracted. “W-what?”
Theodora pulled away from him, giving a small cry as he popped out of her, then flipped over onto her back, spreading her legs wide, and reaching his arms out to him. “Please, Tobias. That was magnificent, but what I want to remember about you taking me tonight is your face, not some spot on the blanket.”

He nodded, wasting no time at all as he slipped between her legs and buried himself back into her snug pussy in one quick, deep stroke.

She cooed in approval, arching her back to show off her generous bosom and wrapping her thighs around him to draw him closer. “Don’t hold back anything. I want you so bad.”

His strokes instantly waxed rough and merciless, primal need overtaking him. He held himself over her on brawny arms, watching her big tits jiggle with every powerful thrust of his hips. Her own hands felt over his broad solid chest and shoulder, relishing his primal male strength as he rutted his female. Almost too quickly, his peak rose, his whole body stiffening.

“Oh gods yes!” she cried. “Give me your seed! Please!”

In the next instant Tobias exploded into her slippery folds, soaking her hot vaginal walls with torrents of his liquid gift. His cock spasmed again and again, unleashing all he could of his essence into her.

He shuddered hard through his orgasmic aftershocks. Theodora’s hands quickly shot down to her sex once more. Tobias watched, his twitching organ still releasing trickles of seed, as the nature priestess under him furiously rubbed herself to another quick, body-wracking orgasm.

Only after she finished did his arms at last give way. He collapsed gently on top of her. She hugged him close, enjoying his pleasant, comforting weight. They held each for many minutes, simply catching their breaths. Tobias finally rolled off of her and she snuggled up into his shoulder.

He sighed inwardly. And in just a few short hours, he would leave on a journey that would last years. Could he really just give Theodora up like that?

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