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Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2004 20:10:02 -0400
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Avolk's Virgin by t'Sade
Copyright (c) 2001-2002, t'Sade

After many years of trying, Avolk tries one more time to find the love
of his life. Rejected by everyone around him, he finds his heart's
desire in the most unexpected of places.

This story contains explicit material in the following scenes:
* MF magic
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The line slowly formed over the course of an hour as joyful men and
nervous teenage boys drifted into the street and in front of the
temple dedicated to Vemi Offilin Habe. They wore a wide variety of
clothing, from simple trousers and shirts to more elegant suits. Like
their clothes, their ages went from young, barely hitting twenty, to
the old man who had acquired his fourth wife and eightieth year.

As they arrived and milled about in the line, young girls, about eight
years of age, ventured out and took their orders for ale and wine. The
men, more boisterous than the nervous teenagers, loudly ordered their
drinks and slapped each other on the backs. Their boasts and promises
rang out on the quiet street, echoing off stone-faced buildings.

The temple street was almost empty. Just a line of buildings on each
side, each one promising eternal happiness or good fortune. On one
side of the temple was a small shrine to a farmer god, and on the
other was a incredibly intricate building dedicated to a goddess of
war.

A man in a deep blue cloak peered out from an alley. Seeing the street
all but deserted, except for the noisy line of men, he hesitated
before walking cautiously into the street. His attitude was furtive
and hesitant, as if he was expecting something to attack him. He moved
quickly toward the end of the line, keeping the hood of his deep blue
cloak over his head.

As he moved into the line, one of the men turned around to look at
him. Seeing the deep blue cloak, the dark-haired man shivered and
stepped away, naked disgust and discomfort on his face. He turned to
his friends and spoke loudly enough.

"See him? That's Avolk. Some artificer from the other side of town, a
merchant." The dark-haired man's voice was slurred from the four ales
he had drained, but there was no mistaking the contempt.

There was a muttered response before the dark-haired man scoffed,
"Nah. He's tried four times. Never gets anywhere. Girls avoid him like
the plague."

Avolk blushed beneath his hood and pulled it closer to him. A brief
darkness flooded the street as a thick cloud covered the setting sun;
the noise didn't slow, but Avolk looked up to watch the cloud.

The man and his friends stared at the newcomer, waiting for a response
to their last comments, but Avolk just looked away. The drunk sighed
after a moment. Without looking, he reached out and yanked another mug
from the tray of a passing temple servant. The girl took one look at
Avolk and promptly turned away, her hands shaking with fear.

As the men in line waited impatiently, a few more stragglers joined
the line and quickly started drinking. The sun finally sank below the
skyline and the street was plunged into darkness; the only light on
the street was the sparkling glow of the streetlights as they burned
with a soft red light.

Finally, bells around the city began to ring, marking the next
deciday, about a tenth of a day. Before the last peal of noise echoed
down the street, the massive door to the temple swung open.

An older woman, about fifty winters old, slipped out of the single
wooden door, followed by two guards. Each guard, a muscular man
wearing a black tunic with the symbol of the local guardian guild in
blood red, stood near the older woman; they constantly looked around,
as if waiting for trouble.

The older woman spoke up, her gravelly voice halting all other
Conversations. "Welcome! Welcome to the temple of Vemi Offilin Habe,
the virgin dancer."

A brief round of cheering rose up from the line, but quickly died down
as the woman motioned to them for silence. Avolk sighed with
resignation as the older woman cleared her throat to begin her speech.
As she spoke, he silently mouthed the words to himself, a moment
before she said them. It was a short speech, filled with hope and
laughter at all the right moments. The woman walked down the line,
smiling at everyone during her well-rehearsed performance.

A brief round of chuckling filtered through the line as she finished.
Moving slowly with age, she moved back toward the door and motioned
for the first man in line. The young teenager stumbled up the stairs
and fumbled through his pockets. Pulling out ten Franome Marks, he
handed them over to the woman. She smiled, handed the money over to
one of the guards, and kissed the boy on the forehead.

"May your blessed pleasures find you true love." The teenager blushed
heavily and stumbled into the temple. The old woman motioned toward
the next man, who already had his money out. She kissed and blessed
him and he also entered the temple. The next one in line moved forward
and the cycle repeated itself.

Avolk waited his turn, then walked slowly up the stairs. As the older
woman noticed him, a brief shadow of sorrow crossed her face. His dark
blue cloak brushed lightly against the stairs as he moved in front of
her. His hands slipped out of his cloak, black gloves almost
invisible, except for the handful of Franome Marks.

The old woman clasped his hand, looking into the depths of his face.
"Don't do this, Avolk. Even with the threat of banishment from the
temple, most of the chosen will gladly leave instead of picking you.
It hurts my heart more each time you try, more so because you keep
coming back."

Avolk nodded his head, the dark blue hood bobbing slightly. The old
woman sighed and pushed back his hood. The guards behind her gasped
and stepped back, their weapons ready.

Avolk, his dark purple eyes filled with sadness, looked back into the
light green eyes of the priestess. His skin was almost white, except
for the fine tracery of blue veins that crossed beneath it his . His
lips, a dark blue, were a startling contrast against the whiteness,
and the complete absence of hair on his head. A thin line of dark blue
hair arched over each eye, completing the look of sadness on his face.

There was a sense of wrongness to him. It hung over his head like a
dark cloud, crackling with unseen energy. Everyone who saw him felt
shivers crawling down their spine, as they found themselves staring in
morbid fascination.

Without pausing, the old woman kissed his forehead and whispered
softly, "May your blessed pleasures find you true love."

Avolk blushed, a faint blue color to his lips as he whispered back,
"Thank you."

He walked up to one of the guards, who stepped back for a moment
before reaching out his hand. Reaching into his robe, Avolk pulled out
a dark blue sheath with a short sword inside it; a faint green glow
surrounded the pommel of the weapon. The guardian, an older man and
clearly uneasy at Avolk's appearance, scowled at the sword and
gingerly took it from his hand. Avolk nodded and walked into the
temple. Behind him, the next man in line impatiently bounded up the
stairs to practically throw his money into the priestess' hand.

Inside the temple, a wave of sound and color washed over Avolk. As his
eyes slowly took in the room, a feeling of dread began to creep over
him. The center of the room was dominated by a large, circular stage.
A narrow catwalk moved into the north wall, connecting the circular
stage to a curtained entrance. The rest of the walls were dominated by
large tapestries and murals depicting the story of Vemi and her lover.

The southeast corner of the great room was dominated with a large bar;
a soft-looking woman in her thirties was tending the bar, creating
drinks for the servant girls, who delivered them to the drunken men
scattered around the room. The chairs and small tables in the room
were made of a rich, dark wood polished to almost a mirror shine. In
the southwest corner of the temple, six musicians were playing an
excited tune.

The servant girls moving around the room were older than the ones
outside, about sixteen years of age. Their soft, gray tunics were
richer than those of the temple maidens outside, but they were made of
the same material.

One of the serving girls walked over toward Avolk, but stopped
suddenly. She shook slightly in fear and revulsion and quickly veered
off toward a different patron. Avolk sighed and slowly moved to the
bar; another serving maiden started toward him, but went around a
couple of tables to avoid him.

Moving quietly up to the bar, Avolk sat down on the padded stool. The
bartender stopped wiping the counter and looked up with her blue eyes.
She was about a head shorter than Avolk, with a face etched with laugh
lines.

Seeing Avolk, her smile faded and a sadness filled her eyes. Moving
down the bar toward him, she pulled out a glass and filled it.

"Trying again, Avolk?" Her voice was soft and caring after many years
of practice. However, for Avolk, her concern was more than the normal
mask she wore during her job.

The pale man nodded, his trembling fingers wrapping around the offered
glass. He started to sip the drink as he looked into the bartender's
blue eyes with his own purple ones. As he finished the first drink in
three gulps, the bartender poured him another one.

"How is your business?" she asked him.

Avolk drank the glass down before answering. "G-Good, Maritha. Just
got a request for a magical mirror that spies on the patron's wife.
And I'm almost done investigating a wonderful enchantment on a sword.
I had to put almost all my money into it, so I brought it here."

As he spoke, his eyes began to glitter and he finally relaxed. Maritha
remembered his favorite topic from the last year, asked him more about
his business while she mixed drinks for the various serving girls who
walked up to the bar. Finally, during a slow period, she looked at him
with a sigh.

"Are they still avoiding you?"

Nodding, he stared down at his drink. "Always."

The bartender rested a hand on his, her eyes dark. "If I wasn't sworn
in her name..."

He looked up, a sad smile on his face. "You ran too, when you were in
their place." He pointed to the serving girls. They shared the brief,
almost painful, memory for a moment in silence.

Maritha laughed suddenly to herself, her voice sad. "I've been in this
temple for fifteen years because of that one event. Just because I
refused you."

Avolk's voice was still almost a whisper. "Do you regret it?"

"What I did to you? Yes."

"Since then?"

There was a brief silence before a girl came up with another order.
During the next couple of centidays, just enough to finish a couple
drinks, a few stragglers drifted in and quickly joined the drinking
men scattered about the room. Avolk watched them while the bartender
was busy, a growing dread slowly filling him.

As the noise level peaked, the lights and music grew softer.
Torchlights flared into existence around the circular stage in the
center of the room. The high priestess, the old woman from the front
door, walked onto the stage and held up her arm for silence.

"Welcome to the temple Vemi Offilin Habe. I am Abbi Mithrope, the high
priestess of this temple." A brief smattering of applause filled the
room and the old priestess smiled. She waited for it to die down
before continuing.

"It started one night when a farmer, his life filled with loneliness
and sorrow, was about to kill himself. As he was about to slit his
wrists in the darkness, a light appeared over the water. In it was
Vemi, our goddess. She brought herself to him and pleasured him. She
left him nothing as she disappeared back into the mists. Confused but
happy, he went home. On the way, he met another strange women, one who
fell in love with him at first sight. He took this woman to be his
wife."

She continued, "And that is why we cherish this day. We give to you,
those looking for love, the gift of Vemi. We stand in her place and
give you pleasure, in hopes that you, too, will find the love of your
life as you leave our doors."

As the high priestess finished her short speech and the room was
drowned in cheers and laughter, Avolk looked around at the waiting
men. He shook his head slightly as he listened to Lord Rivin, a weak
man by almost all accounts, as he joked with his new squire, boasting
of how much his "woman" was going to enjoy a "real man."

On the other side of the room, near the back, a group of nervous
teenagers was sipping their drinks while trying to keep their courage
up.

Time passed, until many of the men were speaking louder over the noise
to cover their own restlessness. The teenagers were feeling more
stressed with every passing moment, and Avolk noticed a few of them
glancing at the door, as if ready to flee. Maritha was busy, so he was
left to his own thoughts; he passed the time by watching the others.

As the noise and emotional level grew, Avolk could almost time when
the musicians would suddenly stop playing. It took a few moments for
the conversation to fade off as the room was plunged into darkness. A
single, intense light flared into existence, focused on the curtained
entrance to the catwalk.

A bare leg pushed out of the brilliant red curtain. Almost immediately
the sound level stopped as the gorgeous blond pushed herself out of
the curtain. Her flimsy, white shift flowed around her, blown by an
unseen wind, as she pranced down the catwalk. A soft melody slowly
filled the room, the musicians knowing their cue exactly.

As the young woman's bare foot touched the center stage, the music
swirled up into a crescendo. She danced silently at center stage, her
white shift flaring up around her. Many jaws dropped as they notice
her neatly trimmed curls and the tight muscles of her buttocks as she
swirled around in time with the music.

Midway through the song, the temple dancer slowed, then stopped. She
walked toward the edge of the stage and held out her hand to a
nervous-looking teenager. He looked like he wanted to crawl into the
back of the chair as the men around him erupted into laughter and
applause.

The dancer smiled and held out her hand again. The teenager hesitantly
reached out for her; she pulled him up onto the stage, into the bright
circle of light. He swallowed hard as a blush crept up his neck. The
dancer started to move around him, in time with the renewed music. As
her feet touched the ground, she stroked or kissed him.

The light flared again and when it dropped back to its previous level,
there was a simple stool in the center of the stage. The dancer,
without missing a beat, slowly guided the nervous teenage boy to the
stool and sat him down.

As the song slowly started to fade away, the audience watched as her
hand gently stroke the growing bulge in his pants. As the dancer
straddled his hips, she pulled the flimsy shift up over her firm
breasts. Her hand drifted down between the boy's legs, stroking his
cock as she lowered her naked body onto his. As she sat down, the room
was plunged into darkness once again.

The room brightened, revealing the stunned audience. Near each man or
teenager was a temple maiden. Each one was dressed in the same flimsy,
white outfit. As each man noticed the almost naked woman near him, he
stopped paying attention to the rest of the room and focused on his
own personal temple maiden.

The musicians started up with a soft melody, as the various temple
maidens took their patrons past the set of double doors and into the
private rooms of the temple. In less than an hour, the great room of
the temple was almost empty.

Avolk sighed from his position by the bar. He set down the glass, now
emptied on the bar as he looked around. Abbi Mithrope, the temple's
high priestess, walked over to him and sat beside him.

"I'm sorry, Avolk. We have enough girls..."

"...and they are not suppose to avoid a patron for any reason." Avolk
finished her sentence in a tense whisper. He sighed as she nodded
toward the bartender. The bartender poured two glasses of whiskey and
pushed them in front of them. Abbi grabbed her glass and quickly
downed it. Avolk left his glass where it was.

On the steps to the temple, he looked back inside as the guards slowly
shut the massive doors. Sighing, he wiped off a blue-tinged tear from
his pale cheek. Looking back, he watched a light mist slowly fill the
empty street. A pair of drunk warriors slowly weaved down the street,
singing some forgotten song offkey.

Pulling his hood over his head, Avolk stepped off the stairs and moved
down the street. The drunken warriors parted around him and kept
going; he passed without looking back.

Behind him, one of the guards spied Avolk's sword behind the door. He
looked up for the robed figure, but Avolk had disappeared into the
darkness.

Avolk walked through the next deciday, he barely stopped to listen to
the bells ringing out over the city. He moved from the temple district
into the merchant district. People shifted away from him, even with
the hood over his head, as they sensed the energy surrounding him. In
one case, he had to avoid a fight; experience had taught him that
anger was quickly directed toward him, even when he avoided it.

The fog swirled around his dark blue robe as he walked along on the
street. A small group of guards, four in number, stared at him as he
passed silently. As he passed, they whispered quietly to themselves.
Avolk's blush was hidden in the depths of his hood.

Finally, he stopped in front of a storefront. The steel door leading
inside was locked with multiple dead-bolts, spells, and a small golem
made of wood. Avolk smiled, remembering the years it took for him to
get here. Then, a wave of loneliness and depression filled him as he
saw the wedding flowers hanging on the next store over.

Unable to stand it, he walked away quickly. His walking grew faster,
and then he broke into a run. His robe flared him behind as he
frantically sprinted down the streets.

Finally, he slammed into a brick wall and clung to it tightly as he
gasped for breath. Each struggle for air seems to tear into his lungs
as his eyes crawled back into focus. The harsh stone tore at his
hands, leaving small trails of blood.

Still panting, he looked around. The lanterns were out, throwing the
entire street into shadows and darkness. The fog was thick, curling
around him and puffing out with each labored breath. A faint smell of
urine and beer permeated the fog, leaving a bad taste in the back of
his throat.

Focusing in the direction of noise, he saw the flicker of a tavern,
the sound of drunken singing mutely drifting through the thick fog.
Avolk's chest screamed in pain as he felt the stone, waiting for the
world to stop spinning around. Slowly, the pain eased and he could
look around without concentrating.

The dark sign above him said "Oreo's Clearing." Avolk frowned, not
remembering a street with that name. The stone felt cold as he pulled
his hand away and tucked it inside his cloak.

The quiet tinkle of a bell broke his confusion, pulling his attention
toward the dark alley nearby. A faint flicker of blue light boiled in
the fog. Avolk started to back away, afraid of the alley, but another
tinkle of silver bells stopped him. Swirling in the fog, the light
moved around with tiny dancing movements as a soft giggling echoed
mutely against the walls.

Curious, Avolk started to walk slowly into the alley. He felt for the
sword under his robe; he felt a sudden despair as his finger brushed
up against empty air. His other hand brushed against the damp stone
wall of the alley, his fingers clinging to the cracks as he hesitated.

The air was humid and thick, the mist sluggishly oozed down the narrow
alley as Avolk slowly stepped forward. His leather shoe splashed into
a deep puddle and he lurched as his ankle twisted underneath him. His
pale hand scraped against the rough stone, leaving a thin trail of
blood as he fell hard to his knees. A groan of pain echoed dully in
the thick fog that swirled around him.

A faint hint of laughter snapped his head up as he looked around for
its source. Only a faint flicker of light hinted at something ahead,
just out of sight.

Feeling a need to know the source, he pulled himself up, using the
wall for support. Breathing heavily, he peered into the beckoning fog,
but nothing came forth. Taking a big gulp of air, he lurched forward,
limping heavily.

The fog peeled away from him between one step and another. He stumbled
another few steps before stopping. Spinning painfully on his uninjured
foot, he looked behind him at the solid wall of mist and wind. A faint
flicker of laughter filled the area and he looked back.

Stripped of fog, the area turned out to be the juncture of two alleys.
One, a thick slash in the rock wall, snaked its way into the mist. The
other, the one he had just stumbled out of, was smooth but narrow. A
thick trickle of water splashed into the center of the juncture, a
clear stream arcing down from a broken gutter. The puddle it splashed
into was deep, the splashing sound from the stream was deep and
disturbing.

The source of the flickering light was small motes of bluish light,
slowly dancing around. The motes sparkled to a hidden song, which
entranced Avolk's attention with its slow, sliding movements. He
slowly push back his hood with his trembling hands; his pale hand
clung to the expensive fabric for a moment before dropping uselessly
to his side.

The faint laughter sparkled in the air as one of the motes arced out
to him and tickled him on the nose. His purple eyes crossed to look at
the tiny light. For a mere second, he thought he saw a tiny, naked
woman before the light spun away from him.

His eyes focused again on the stream of water and, to his surprise, a
woman was standing in the stream, her arms stretched above her. A
sheer white fabric was draped over her; her breasts were almost
visible through the soaked sheer cloth. Her hair, the color of golden
honey, was dark from the water sluicing down her back and front. Her
bare feet splashed into the pool of water as her hips rocked back and
forth to the same hidden song of the motes.

Avolk's mouth slowly parted as he watched the strange woman with rapt
attention. She opened her eyes, the bright blue almost startlingly
clear in the faint light of the motes, and smiled at him. Still
dancing in place, she closed her eyes and went back to her sensual
movements.

Still moving to the hidden song, she stepped forward, the water
dripping off her lithe body. The swell of her breasts strained against
the sheer garment, her nipples pressed up against the fabric.

Her movements brought her closer to him. His eyes stared at her body,
following the curves of her hips and shoulders. His hand trembled as
he resisted the desire to reach out and touch the spectral woman in
front of him. She smiled and slowly spun around, presenting her body
to his hungry eyes.

She laughed, a silvery sound that thrilled his ears. Her hand reached
out and gently took his in her own. The soft fingers brushed up
against his pale ones and wrapped around them. With a tug, she slid
his black gloves off his hands and let them fall to the ground.
Pulling his naked hands, white and fragile, toward her, she led his
fingers to her breasts. After a heartbeat, his trembling fingers
curled around the firm swell of her body; the soft fabric felt
transparent under his hands.

Her laughter turned into a quiet moan as his fingers brushed up
against her hot nipples. Encouraged, he slid his right palm against
her breast, enjoying the feel of her hard nipple rolling underneath.
The spectral woman clasped his hands against body and continued her
slow rocking to the hidden music.

Underneath his robes, Avolk felt his body stir as he stroked his hands
against her body. Another soft moan interrupted the laughter as his
left hand stroked down along her side and hip.

His other hand trailed down her side as her hands reached up and
started to untie his cloak and then the robe beneath. Her soft fingers
deftly removed the knots as her hips continued to rock in time to the
music only she could hear. A mote of light spun between them and arced
back around the waterfall. Avolk's eyes watched it for a second, his
fingers caressing the woman automatically.

As he shifted his attention back to her, he noticed she had his cloak
open. Her soft hands, cool and smooth, were brushing up against his
chest. A faint feeling of shame filled Avolk as she brushed her hands
over his white skin and traced along the faint blue veins. The woman,
his would-be lover, looked into his purple eyes with her own, a clear
dark blue that held the entire universe in their depths. Her hands
pushed down and easily parted the final fabric of his robe.

His manhood was straining against his undergarments, a small patch of
pre-cum tipped the fabric tent. Her soft fingers trailed down and
rubbed against the strained fabric, tracing the shape of his hardness
through it. Avolk gasped softly, his hands moving back up to the swell
of her breasts and the curve of her side.

The silent dancer stopped suddenly, looking up into Avolk' eyes with a
quiet determination. He yanked back his hands, away from her breasts,
in fear that he did something wrong. The spectral woman's elegant
hands snaked out to gently wrap her small fingers around his wrists,
Pulling them back, she replaced his hands on her body.

Avolk held his breath as his hand tingled from the coolness of
touching her body. She looked back up into his eyes, smiling. Her
dark, bottomless eyes shone with love and passion. His fingers finally
reacted to the soft flesh underneath; they gently wrapped back around
the firm breasts. Her smile grew softer as his hand shifted over,
brushing his thumb against her hard nipple.

Her eyes still locked onto his, the dancer pulled his other hand down
her front, stroking her own stomach before pulling his fingers into
the cleft between her slightly parted legs. His fingers refused to
work for a moment as he caught his breath. The dancer smiled again,
pressing his palm against the wet heat of her sex.

"Uhhh..." Avolk started to say something, but the spectral dancer
shook her head. Her lower hand pressed his palm tighter against her
sex, lifting up her left leg to give him better access.

Getting the hint, he gently curled his fingers, sliding the smooth
tips against her soft skin. Surprised, he found one of his fingers
easily sliding into her wet opening; she threw back her head silently
with an expression of pleasure.

Sliding his finger deeper in, Avolk explored the tender dancer's sex
with a curiosity that surprised him. Inside, her body seemed to
vibrate with a wet heat, and Avolk tried to use his fingers to bring
her as much pleasure as possible.

The dancer, her head thrown back in pleasure, rocked her hips against
his probing finger, pushing it deeper into her depth until he felt her
body shiver silently around him.

Slowly her head lowered again until she was once more looking into his
eyes with her bottomless ones. Unsure of what to do, Avolk didn't
resist when the dancer gently pushed him down and back. He felt his
body fall back, but then found himself sitting down heavily on
something. Looking down, he saw the edges of a wooden crate he didn't
remember being there.

He started to frown, but the dancer moved again, lifting her leg up
and over his. She moved forward until she was straddling his hips. His
cock, straining at his underwear, surged hotter and harder as her
almost naked stomach brushed against it.

A soft moan of frustration and pleasure escaped Avolk's throat as he
watched the slender women slide up and down his trapped length with
her barely-covered slit. He could feel the wet heat from her body and
it fueled his desire even more.

His eyes never left hers as his hands caressed the soft underside of
her breasts, then slide down her sides. Her smooth skin was almost as
pale as his, but without the blue veins. He shivered as a swirl of
soft mist draped along his body, drenching him and the woman with its
coolness.

Remembering his other hand, Avolk reminded his fingers to stroke the
soft mound underneath his hand. The dancer, smiling sweetly, pressed
her breast tighter against his body as her hips continued to rock and
stroke and tease his straining shaft.

His eyes slid from hers and he found himself in mute fascination with
her throat, her shoulders, her breasts, and even her stomach as his
fingers continue to stroke her breast and slowly slide in and out of
the tight orifice presented to them.

Suddenly, the spectral dancer stood back up and away from him. He felt
his hands drop to his sides, unsure of what to do next.

She knew.

Smoothly dropping to her knees, she nestled her body in between his
legs, forcing his knees apart until his cock, trapped in his
underwear, was at her mercy. A soft smile teased her lips as she
reached out and stroked the throbbing member with light fingertips.

Another moan escaped his lips as he felt her fingertips tease his
hardness through the rough fabric, exploring the thick,
mushroom-shaped head and long shaft with her light touch. Her hand,
tiny against his body, wrapped its fingers around his shaft, stroking
up and down against the rough fabric; Avolk moaned again, wanting to
do something, but unsure of what to do.

With deft fingers, the woman easily slid her fingers into the fabric,
pulling it away from his manhood. The throbbing shaft jumped into
view, finally freed of its entrapment. The thick member was an average
length, with a large head. Two small white testicles with blue veins
hung loosely below, with a faint fuzz of white hair covering their
surface. A pearl of pre-cum was forming on the tip of his shaft as the
goddess reached out and gently took it in her warm hands.

Rubbing the tip with her thumb, she began to gently slide her palm up
and down his shaft, exploring the veins and ridges of his body. A
faint moan escaped his lips as she brought one of his balls into her
mouth to suck on it lightly.

Her stroke grew stronger and harder until he thought he was about to
come. Just as his body was about to cross the line, she stopped; his
orgasm stopped just as fast.

Smiling softly, she stood up and moved forward, almost brushing the
soft triangle of hair against his stomach before she started to slide
down.

Avolk held his breath as he watched the pale white skin of her sex
hover over his throbbing, purple shaft. A few drops of excitement
dripped from her folds as she lowered her body until it was almost
touching his shaft.

Avolk tore his eyes away from the juncture of their bodies to look
into the endless depths of her eyes. A soft smile crossed her rosy
lips as she held his head with her hands.

He didn't realize her body was touching his until he could feel her
folds begin to stretch around his massive cockhead. He started to look
down, but something in her eyes caught his attention. The dark depths
of her eyes grew almost liquid as he felt her body strain to encompass
the girth of his cock.

A fluid warmth filled his heart as he felt her liquid opening continue
to stretch around the tip of his manhood, compressing it tightly into
the warm, wet hole. He resisted the desire to ram his shaft into her
as hard as possible as he felt the velvet vise around his shaft
finally squeeze itself around his cockhead. Another inch of delicious
heat and he felt his cockhead expand into her sex.

His eyes grew wider as he felt her press her body against his sex,
slowly engulfing his massive girth with her tight hole. His body
shivered as he felt his cock strain against the slick walls that
seemed to squeeze his member. His balls trembled as she continued to
force more of his cock into her body until finally her opening,
stretched around his member, brushed up against his base.

A hot liquid seem to dribble out of the juncture between them as she
pulled her body up, releasing the straining shaft from it velvety
sheath; a thin sheen of virgin's blood glistened on his shaft, but
neither lover saw it. Avolk's cockhead dragged itself back, stretching
the tight walls as it moved closer and closer to the tight opening. As
the massive flare of his glans pressed up against her opening, she
slide her body back down, burying his length in her tight hole once
again.

A gasp escaped his lips as he felt the very tip of his shaft brush up
against something hard and slick. Her body strained as she pulled her
body back up against his shaft, her lower lips clinging to it for dear
life, until his cockhead pressed up painfully against her inner
opening. With another lunge, she buried his length back inside her,
his cock strained up into her depths, never feeling anything more than
wet pleasure.

The mist continued to slowly shift around him, teasing his senses as
the soft woman continued to impale herself on his throbbing shaft.

Sensing his pleasure, the spectral dancer increased her pace, plunging
his aching length into her wet core until her body pressed tightly
against him.

As their bodies grew used to the pleasure of the tight opening, the
goddess increased her rate. Her leg muscles flexed as she almost
yanked herself off the hard shaft and plunged it hard into her body,
straining to get more of its length into her body.

Avolk held her hips, guiding her, as his lover started pounding his
hips and throbbing cock with her own soaked opening, sliding the
entire length of his cock into her body and out before plunging it
back into the gaping opening. Avolk groaned in pleasure as he felt the
cool air caress him before his manhood was rammed back into the wet
sheath of his lover.

As the thrusts grew more powerful and deeper, he felt his cock start
to swell with pleasure. Each thrust slammed his shaft deep inside her
as the goddess impaled herself on him. As the thrusting grew faster,
he felt his own orgasm begin to fill him. The grip on her hips grew
stronger as he started to thrust her down on his shaft, burying its
girth into her tightly stretched hole.

He started to grunt in pleasure as he pulled her off his cock, leaving
his glistening shaft in the air for a moment, before shoving her back
down its length. She threw her head back as she screamed silently, her
body straining under the frantic motions of his need.

As he felt the orgasm slam into him, Avolk buried the entire length of
his shaft in her wet tunnel. Thick jets of cum flooded into her as he
felt her entire vagina tighten almost painfully around his shaft. Jet
after jet pumped into her, as he felt the slick vise of her body drain
almost every last drop out of him.

For a long moment they held still, feeling the last pulse of his shaft
buried inside her. She pulled her head back to look into his eyes, the
dark depths almost shimmering in joy. He smiled back, a slow lethargy
beginning to fill him.

She pulled herself off his cock, a thin trail of cum dripping from her
opening. The mist, leaving one last tender caress, flowed away from
him and followed her as she stepped back. With a final, silent
goodbye, the goddess Vemi faded away in a swirl of mist. Avolk finally
found his voice and spoke in the darkness of the alley.

"Thank you." His voice was drained of energy and tinged with happiness
and pleasure.

He sat there for a few moments, enjoying the quickly fading pleasure.
Finally, a cold breeze encouraged him to put his clothes back on. His
eyes scanned for his underwear, but they were missing. Shaking off
most of the dirt from where his robe had fallen to the cobbles, he
dressed in silence. With one last look toward the puddle of water, he
smiled. Faint ripples of water crossed the pool as the water from the
roof continued to drip into it.

Still smiling, Avolk squeezed his way down the dark alley toward the
road. On the other side he stretched, a smile still on his face. His
body felt light, but strong; a sensation he did not ever remember
feeling.

He caught sight of his hands, still uncovered from the strange
experience. Staring at them for a minute, he realized that maybe not
everyone thought his pale skin and blue veins were hideous. The memory
of her eyes, filled with love and passion, brought a smile to his
face, and he stood up a little straighter.

A light rain began to fall to the ground, filling the street with a
faint mist. Avolk shivered from the unexpected cold, and huddled
deeper into his cloak. He headed for the flickering light of the
tavern, sure he could find someone willing to order him a carriage.

The rain grew stronger, a downpour, as he walked less than a block
before he heard someone calling out his name behind him. He turned
around, looking into the thick sheets of water at the noise, a bare
whisper over the pounding rain.

It was Maritha. She was wearing a drenched, gray tunic, the soft
fabric was not designed for outside use and clung to her firm breasts
with the pressure of the rain. In one hand, she was carrying Avolk's
sword, which he had forgotten at the temple, wrapped in a cloth. Her
fingers trembled from the force of the biting wind that slammed
through the street.

Avolk waited for her to catch up, confused by her appearance outside
of the temple. Maritha slowed down and looked up at him, her dark hair
plastered to her face as she grinned at him wryly.

"You forgot this."

She handed him his sword, which he put back underneath his cloak.
Maritha licked her lips, almost hungrily, as she saw his naked manhood
underneath his robe. Avolk finished putting the sword awkwardly away
and looked up. Maritha's bright blue eyes drifted up until they locked
onto his purple ones.

He fumbled for a second, still dazed by his experience with the
goddess, before he managed to speak quietly.

"Thank you."

Wiping the rain from her eyes, she smiled at him. Remembering
something, Avolk frowned at her.

"Why are you outside? You said if you left the temple you would never
return."

She looked down. "Well...I had to return your sword. You said you had
put everything into it and I didn't...want it to get stolen."

He found his voice catching again. "I would have returned for it."

Maritha didn't say anything for a moment, then looked up with a
strange expression in her eyes. "I wanted to return your sword."

"And be banned from the temple forever?"

She nodded, no words able to describe what she was feeling. Avolk
stepped closer until he saw her shiver from the cold rain. "Why did
you do this?"

"I failed you...once. I didn't want to do so again."

"I couldn't take you as my chosen, Maritha; you know that. We are both
past that point in our lives."

She nodded and pointedly looked down. Her hand, trembling with fear
and anticipation, slipped into his robe and gently stroked his shaft.
It began to twitch back to life before she drew it out. Before the
rain could wash it away, they both saw a faint streak of blood in her
hand.

She nodded, as if half-expecting it. "I failed you as a chosen and
another has done that duty."

Maritha looked up, her eyes shining. "Would you take me as a wife
instead?"

With tears in his eyes, Avolk nodded. Maritha smiled broadly and
hugged him tightly, holding him as if he was about to fade away. Avolk
held her for a moment, in silent thanks to Vemi, then started to lead
her back to his home...and his life.


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