Body of Worship: Chapter 1 – The Ascent [F20s]M20s][Edging][Fantasy][Sexual Magic][Threesome][Bisexual]

The Bells pealed their rhythm once, twice, thrice over the terraced city of Yvalla, echoing across the valley and lapsing into a whisper as the sound reached the aspirants far below. As the chimes murmured into silence, they began the Walk, tracing the city’s main thoroughfare up and up and up to the temple perched like a bird high above to overlook the city.

Ishanya, Goddess of Love, Life and Lust, Leya thought with a delicious shiver as her steps wound her higher. Her gaze darted to either side as she walked, eyeing the residents lining the street, wondering who would visit her first. That man, perhaps, brawny, hands calloused, forearms knotted with muscle. A farmer, maybe, or dockhand. Her simple scratchy shift rubbed against her body, nude beneath the thin fabric, and she shivered again, imagining his strong arms holding her close as her legs parted for him…

Perhaps her, she wondered, catching a glimpse of a voluptuous, wide-hipped woman. Her nipples stiffened and her skin prickled as she imagined Worship with her: burying her head between the woman’s breasts, stroking the swell of her hip, hands sliding down to her warm, wet-

Leya’s thoughts snapped back to her steps, catching herself before she could stumble – to lose her footing would be to lose her chance until the next Walk and who knows how long her Awakening would last. She had to focus…

…Which was the entire reason the crowd was there, a whole city of temptation and distraction for the Aspirants to parade through. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the tall young man walking beside her crane his neck, his attention caught by a buxom trio of maidens leaning out of a balcony. They giggled and waved, bosoms bouncing enticingly, and he faltered, tripping over one of the ankle-high obstacles strewn through the streets. A pair of priests quickly appeared and escorted him away.

One less Aspirant in the Walk.

Leya continued upwards through the city, eyes focusing on the ground and the obstacles. Strewn by the priests, the small stones and bricks were clustered deeper the closer she got to the Temple – and so was the crowd. They pressed shoulder to shoulder, their excitement enhanced by Leya’s Awakening into a palpable wave of arousal.

The Walk was the final, frenzied culmination of Erosary, the most beloved of all Yvalla’s festivals. Held only once every three years, it drew crowds from every corner of the province, all flocking to the capital for a fortnight of debauchery. Everyone from peasant farmers to well-heeled nobility threw decorum to the wind for those two glorious weeks, reveling like there was no tomorrow.

The ritual debauchery’s ultimate goal was to churn up sexual power, the Erosa – not only did this provide succor to the Goddess Ishanya, the citywide frenzy of sexual tension (and release, plenty of release) served as the catalyst for the Awakening, a brief bloom of potential in wielding the magic. The priests and priestesses not only increased Worship services for the city’s residents, it was whispered that they entangled with each other in arcane, sensual rituals of orgiastic pleasure, churning their Erosa into unparalleled heights to conjure the power needed to Awaken potential recruits.

Like me, Leya mused, proud of being selected by the spell – the temple claimed the Goddess Herself directed the magic, seeking out those ready to make the attempt to be Her chosen servants.

Was she ready?

Dear Goddess, please let me be, Leya prayed, then, struck by a sudden flash of panic.

There were no second chances here.

She let out a slow breath, stilling her racing heart, and continued to walk.

And all the while, she ached, body begging to be used.

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Leya tried to distract herself from her overwhelming arousal, and focused her attention inwards, tuning the crowd out until they were a blur…But her lust could not be quelled and instead her mind drifted through memories of the festival…

There had been a particularly strapping miller’s apprentice who had carried her, giggling, slung over his shoulder like a sack of flour all the way back to his cottage, hands fondling her ass and breasts the entire way. She had approved, wiggling right back into his touch as she gave encouraging moans. He had finished like thunder, setting the first spark of her Awakening glowing.

The visiting sorceress who couldn’t get enough of eating pussy, and her succubus companion who loved to join in. The two of them had kept her busy for an entire night in the spellcaster’s towertop boudoir, lips and fingers and feathers and cantrips all used to tease and torment as they tangled together in slippery silken sheets. Kindling on the flame of her growing gift.

An adventuring trio who had come to see a man about a dragon and unsuspectingly stumbled into a city inflamed by passion. Leya had never met an elf before and was delighted to discover the druidess’s nipples gleamed a gorgeous shade of gold, like the gilt glazing Lady Ishanya’s temple. They tasted like hints of vanilla, Leya had realized as she sucked them, the bard’s cock buried inside her while the rogue adjusted her restraints. As the three had teased her breasts, sucked her nipples, stroked her sopping pussy, her power had coiled and released, climbing to new heights.

And once, an entire tavern, when a chain reaction of Awakenings unleashed a knee-shaking, toe-curling, nipple-tightening wave of Erosa.

Her own boldness these past two weeks made her flush…with both embarrassment and excitement.

From Lady Ishanya, we are granted the Awakening, Leya recited to herself, using scripture from the Pleasure Saga to ground herself in the moment, as much as her attention yearned to roam, to study the crowd, to join them in their orgiastic revels-

Beneath Leya’s foot, a small rock, unnoticed, nearly turned her ankle and panic flooded through her. Slowing her steps, Leya managed to retain her balance and restore her concentration.

We are gifted but one in our lifetimes, she mentally chanted, using the Saga as a mantra for concentration. When it is needed and we are ready, when the Lady knows the time is right.

And, by Goddess, that time couldn’t come soon enough, Leya thought. This was her third Erosary and she had begun to worry that she was broken. Everyone else she knew had already had theirs and no matter how much she academically understood that it came when it came, she still felt a yearning to get her chance, to become a priestess. Waiting had been excruciating.

Not that she had been idle… unwilling to simply let the power latently grow, she had practiced as much as she could – sometimes at the Temple itself, for Worship, but just as often at home, lonely in her bed. Those nights, she had focused more on the coiling tension within her, versus solace and satisfaction in another’s embrace, delaying her pleasure as long as she could in hopes of dragging out an Awakening along with her eventual moans of ecstasy.

She staggered, holding in a frustrated whimper, and did her best to ignore the growing tightness in her groin. Only the most focused of the gifted were admitted as Acolytes to be trained to use their sexual power to serve Ishanya. Only those who could truly balance their lust with devotion made it to the top. To let herself be overwhelmed by her arousal would spell the end of her dreams.

Through our release, the Lady Ishanya is empowered and Her gifts empower us, Leya mentally recited, focusing on the mantra and doing her best to force her lust down to a simmer.

Behind her, she heard the muffled curse of another distracted Aspirant and the measured steps of the priests leading them away. The crowd roared in lusty welcome. There were far worse things than failing the Walk. Leya suspected more than a few were already eagerly offering their bodies to the disqualified – she had happily done the same herself last Erosary, legs enthusiastically spreading as the slender young aspirant had quickly peeled off his thin linen ritual tunic.

As Leya continued her climb, several cries of ecstasy already pierced the air as the failed Aspirant’s untrained, Awakening power found immediate relief, sending the frenzied crowd, already on the brink, into a cascade of release.

Doing her best to focus on what lay beyond – instead of the delicious, tempting pleasures near at hand – Leya continued the ascent towards her future.

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