The Queen of Phalli - Ch. 04

Many times has Nefail used me for her pleasure or amusement, always reminding me that I was her plaything and no more than that. Her displays of affection have always been few and far between, usually no more than an approving nod, allowing me to leave on my own volition, or a pat on the head. Never did she invite me to sleep in her bed, never did we fall asleep in each other's arms, this feels all so new and so right. Yet, when I wake up, she is not there.

The poignant and sticky smell of lovemaking still fills the room, the sheets soaked with sweat and seed. I pass my hand between my thighs and find them covered in dried cum. The smell is so intoxicating, the feeling on the skin is sticky and itchy. Yet I have no urge to wash it off; on the contrary, I would probably ask for more. The smell awakens memories from last night. I give my clitoris just the tiniest rub, giving myself an almost painful spark of pleasure. It is unbelievable how sensitive it still is. I bet I can get myself to climax in less than a minute if I...

Muffled voices get louder from outside. The doors are in pure mushroom oak; whoever is out there cares nothing for discretion. Pressing my ears against the wood, I try to make out what they are saying.

"Even if she were here, I owe you no explanation. She owes me obedience, same as you. I shall do with her as I please." That's Nefail all right, but whom is she talking to?

"It is your prerogative, of course. But having her in your bed? That's new. You never wanted me to stay for the night." Synafae! Goddess, I can't let her see me like this. I'm not ready. I must shower, fix my hair, put on perfume and my new dress.

"Not that I care, but why are you looking for her?"

"I would like to have her for breakfast in the garden, you are welcome to join us, of course."

"How very thoughtful of you."

"Well, should you perchance stumble into her, would you kindly send her my way?"

Nefail does not answer; all I hear is Synafae's heeled footsteps walking away.

The door opens wide, knocking me flat on my bum.

It takes less than a moment for Nefail to understand what I was doing; she is the opposite of happy.

"Out." That's all she has to tell.

"No!" I protest.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"You heard me right." I meet her gaze, and this time I won't just melt. "You can't keep doing this. Every time I reach out to you, you push me back; every time I try to get closer to you, you chase me away. If you do that now, I swear to the Goddess, I will stop trying."

She is not used to being defied, for a moment, she is really about to open the window and toss me out. "This is not the right time!" She shouts. "Now go back to your room and get ready to welcome your older sister home. Are you no longer eager to see her?"

"I am!" I shout back. "More than ever, in fact."

"Then hurry up and go."

"I'm going."

"Fine."

"Splendid!"

I storm out of the door. The servants in the corridor avoid my gaze and keep their distance.

"Mistress!" It is Maryl, she was probably looking for me as well. "Why are you..."

"I'm not upset." I lie.

"I was going to say naked."

"What?" I was so not upset that I forgot my clothes. "Never mind that, I need to get ready for breakfast, and quickly."

Maryl helps me get ready with diligence and devotion. She assists me while washing, brushing, and putting on my best makeup. After that, I finally don the new dress that little Emerald sewed for me. It is pretty, magnificent actually, but I wonder what she had in mind when she put this together. The white spider silk is slightly transparent, the decolté is generous, and the slits on both sides of the skirt bring out my huge butt a lot more than keeping it in.

Maryl, I need you to tell me the truth. Does this make me look fat?"

"It makes you look beautiful, Mistress."

"Are you sure? I mean, look at my bum, it's just so out there. My breasts, in comparison, are so flat. Maybe I should try something else.

"No! I mean... this looks perfect on you. It would be a shame not to wear it."

"Are you sure? What if Synafae doesn't like it?"

"Mistress, if you go upstairs like this, the only risk you will run into will be having your sister pouncing on you right there in the garden."

"Is that what you are thinking right now? Pouncing on me?" I tease her with a smile, but as I look into her eyes, I see that all her playfulness is gone.

"We should hurry." She says.

I ascend to the gardens looking at my best and feeling at my worst. Half of me wants to run forward, and the other half wants to run away. I heed neither and slowly walk toward the stone gazebo where we broke so many of our fasts together. I see her before she sees me.

In my head, she has always been perfect, yet she looks even more beautiful than I remember. Her hair shines like the fairest mithral, and her eyes glisten like the deepest amethyst. Her bosom grew yet fuller, while her long legs and elegant feet stayed the same. Before her, I feel as attractive as a turnip. Goddess, I should not have worn this silly dress. I need to go back and change before she notices me.

"Elifael?" She calls me and I lose all wish to escape.

I promised myself I would slowly walk up to her, I would've made a courtly bow, and politely ask her how her journey was. What I do instead is run towards her, almost stumbling in my sandals, and dive into her arms, failing to hold in my tears.

"Sister! Beloved sister, I missed you so."

"I missed you, too, little one. More than you can possibly imagine."

"Why haven't you come to me earlier? Why?"

"I had duties to our Matron and mother, little one. Those will soon be your duties too, you will understand."

It takes me more than I care to admit to calm down. She must hold me in her arms for a good while before I quit my sobbing and accept to let her go.

"What a splendid dress." She compliments me.

"Do you like it, really?"

"It is beautiful and it suits you perfectly. I love the way it brings out your legs and feet. May I touch it?"

Yes! A thousand times, yes. "If you so wish."

I sit on her lap as she feels the silk of my dress and everything beneath it.

"So smooth, it's very pleasant to the touch." She makes me giggle.

"Your nipples are getting hard. Did you skip your morning session?"

"I wanted... to see you right away," I say, holding in a moan.

"You are so kind. May I feel your legs?"

Why would she even ask? Is she teasing me? "By all means."

I feel like melting beneath her caresses. "So soft, the sandals are magnificent, and what is that scent?" She runs her fingers through my hair and smells my neck. "Are you wearing some special perfume just for me?"

"No. I mean, I wouldn't call it special."

"Really? Because it does smell very special, and it is giving me ideas."

I will thank the mushroom girl for her fragrance, should I get the chance to. Synafae slips her hands beneath my dress and starts playing with my nipples.

"They have grown." She remarks.

"Not as much as yours." I sigh with a mix of envy and astonishment. "Must be a sign of the Goddess's favour."

"I did my share to earn it." She smiles. "And I will help you do the same." She pulls my chin up and gives me a kiss well worth two years of waiting. I open my lips to her, and our tongues try to make up for all the time they spent apart.

After several long minutes of passionate petting, she offers me a beaming smile and helps me down. "Now eat, have a cup of tea. You'll need all your energy for this cycle."

I am famished and dig in quite eagerly. Synafae, as usual, shows much better composure. She is generous with her smiles, her caresses, and her kisses. Time seems to have flown back to when it was just the two of us, when we had no past to regret or future to fear. Soon, the trays are empty, and my belly is full.

"You worked up quite the appetite," says she.

"I know, I can't control myself." I caress my thighs, I swear they have grown bigger since last night. "Nefail is right, if I keep eating like this, I'll end up looking like an orc."

"Orcs can be very sensual too." That's not exactly what I was hoping to hear. "During my pilgrimage, I was the guest of a powerful warlord, who wanted to add me to his harem."

"Good Goddess! You were kidnapped?"

"Not exactly. I offered myself as a hostage, it's a long story."

"It must have been difficult to get out of that predicament."

"Actually, it was very simple, barely an annoyance."

"Oh really?"

"As it happens, the warlord was a passionate but incompetent lover. He had this huge harem filled with muscular, plump, thick orc ladies that he could not possibly keep up with. So as he was mounting me with animalistic abandon," Judging by the red on her cheeks, it is an all but unpleasant memory. "I cast a spell on his dick."

"What for a spell?"

"A very useful one. With the power bestowed upon me by the Goddess, I cursed his penis so that it would never again be able to cum unless it had just made his partner climax at least three times."

"Oh my Goddess, that is so wicked!" I giggle. "What did you do next?"

"I fucked him until he could fuck no more, then I proceeded to do the same with his wives. Those poor girls were very pent up, let me tell you. In the end, the warlord disbanded the whole harem, except for the one that is now queen. She had big, curvy hips and powerful, thick thighs like yours. I was her guest for the rest of the season. I would've stayed longer if she only had a penis."

"So, you too think that I..."

"I think that you have been blessed by the Goddess; those features are a gift, one you should share generously."

She does manage to cheer me up; she makes me feel so secure and self-confident. Truly, she is the opposite of Nefail.

"So you were on a pilgrimage to the surface world?"

"Indeed, I was."

"How was it? Dangerous? Frightening?"

"Unfamiliar, I would say. Few places on the surface world could be called dangerous when compared to the wild Underdark. Still, the unknown can always be a little unsettling. The sky is so vast, the wind so strong, and the sunlight can be searing. But there is also much beauty, green meadows full of merry flowers, sandy strands surrounded by the sea, tall snow-capped mountains, and men."

"Men? You did not let any of those misbegotten creatures lay their hands on you, did you?"

"Only the most deserving ones... and much more than their hands."

"Pervert." I mock her. "Isn't that a little unorthodox?"

"Some priestesses believe that to be so, but I would disagree. All passion is sacred in the ever-peeping eyes of the Goddess."

"I don't know if I would like a male to touch me."

"Well, your own pilgrimage is not that far off. We will soon find out." She chuckles. "So, I wager you have many more questions for me. Ask away."

The first thing that occurs to me is to ask about her journey, and the most beautiful place she has seen.

That would, without a doubt, be the city of Cooldahar, which lies at the centre of the Icewind Valley, beyond the sea of Moving Ice. Imagine a frozen snow-covered wasteland, where the howling wind freezes the sweat on your skin and the tears in your eyes. Now, in the middle of that, picture a city built around a colossal oak tree, surrounded by green meadows. An oasis of warmth and life, in a desert of cold and death."

"It does sound impressive." If a little dull.

"I spent the best part of a very harsh winter there. Luckily, I found how to keep warm." I stand corrected.

"I have heard the realms above can be a very dangerous place," I switch topic. "Were you ever in real danger?"

"Mmm..." She halts to ponder. "That would be when we were attacked by a group of vampire spawns in the Fields of the Dead, not far from Baldur's Door."

"Umpf Vampires suck."

"Indeed, they were immune to my charms, magical and not. They killed our escort and dragged me and my servants to their master so he could feed."

"Tendrils and Tentacles! How did you escape?"

"We were rescued by a pack of werewolves."

"Of course you were."

"I sent the survivors back to Baldur's Door; there was no point to continue the journey. As for me, I stayed with the werewolves to thank them."

"Of course you did."

I rather not hear more about the werewolves. I do not share my sister's appreciation of men, beasts, or any mix of those two things. Better not discuss such perversions.

"What was the best sex you had up there?" I ask instead.

"Oh no, that I'm not going to share." The fiend hides her face, sipping tea. "It's too embarrassing, even for me."

"Even for you? Now I have to know what it is. Come on, Synafae, tell me. Tellmetellmetellme."

"Promise you won't make fun of me?"

"No."

"Fine, but don't tell anyone." She gives a loud sigh. "The best sex I had on the surface was, by far, with a unicorn."

My jaw drops. I thought I was prepared for everything, but I was wrong. "How did you even survive that?"

"Unicorns are actually very caring and passionate lovers. I spent the last springtime in the High Forest helping them with their mating, and many young studs insisted I join them."

"That's disgusting."

"Initially, I thought so as well, but I soon found out that there was nothing gross about them. They wash frequently and spend most of their time among flowers. When mating, they always made sure I felt safe and secure. Also, believe me, you have not lived until you tasted unicorn cum."

"Gross."

"My thought exactly, until I had my first gulp. It tastes like berries, vanilla, and cream. It's like sucking on a rainbow and swallowing colours." Her gaze and mind wander off to what has to be a very pleasant memory.

"Sister, I am appalled." And more than a little intrigued.

"So... one hundred years. How do you feel?" She asks me.

"To be honest, I don't feel much at all. I'm still the same I was yesterday."

"Believe me, by the end of tomorrow, you will feel completely changed. Like a butterfly out of her cocoon." I turn my eyes. I really don't want to think about tomorrow, I want to think about today. "Yet you are not thrilled."

"Sure, I am. I can finally grow up, begin my novitiate. I feel like my life is just about to begin."

"Yes, you look forward to the future." I divert my eyes, hoping in vain she won't read into them. "But not to the ceremony itself, right?"

"I'm just a little anxious, that's it," I reassure her. "Still... what if something does go wrong? What if I am not good enough? What if she doesn't like me?"

"You are her daughter, of course, she will like you. But that is not your biggest worry, is it?"

"So... one hundred years. How do you feel?" She asks me.

"To be honest, I don't feel much at all. I'm still the same I was yesterday."

"Believe me, by the end of tomorrow, you will feel completely changed. Like a butterfly out of her cocoon." I turn my eyes. I really don't want to think about tomorrow, I want to think about today. "Yet you are not thrilled."

"Sure, I am. I can finally grow up, begin my novitiate. I feel like my life is just about to begin."

"Yes, you look forward to the future." I divert my eyes, hoping in vain she won't read into them. "But not to the ceremony itself, right?"

"I'm just a little anxious, that's it," I reassure her. "Still... what if something does go wrong? What if I am not good enough? What if she doesn't like me?"

"You are her daughter, of course, she will like you. But that is not your biggest worry, is it?"

"Enough dwelling on the past and enough dreaming about the future. The present is what we should focus on." She rises, as elegant as an amethyst drake. "What does my little sister have in mind for this special cycle?"

"I... didn't plan much of anything."

"Didn't plan much of anything? But that won't do, that won't do at all. This is the sort of occasion that should be celebrated with hundreds of guests, with music and dance, with fun and games."

"I'm not sure I'm in the mood for such grandiosity, all I wanted was spending this cycle with you, that's it."

"You have not changed at all." She helps me up and holds my hands. "Since you are so partial to intimacy, I'm sure you will enjoy my present."

"Really? What is it?"

"Why spoil the surprise?" She summons a servant and orders the ghost carriage to be prepared.

Less than an hour later, we are sitting in our very own ghost carriage, soaring above the spectral lights of beautiful Manzoberranzen. Synafae enjoys the scenery, while my eyes are all for her. She is wearing little makeup and little jewellery, yet she looks more attractive than any dark elf I ever laid my eyes upon.

"So, we need to get you ready for the ceremony." She says, turning to me. I hope she didn't notice my overwhelmingly happy face. "What we need is some new lingerie, the Matron is sure to like it. After that, we should get you some jewellery: new earrings, a new necklace, new piercings for the nipple and the tongue."

"The tongue?"

"Mother likes those, both the look and the feeling. You did study how to give head, right?"

"Studied, yes, but I had no practice whatsoever. What if I do it wrong?"

"Hasn't Nefail got you acquainted with a priestess's cock?"

"Oh, that she did, a lot."

Thinking about Neifail's cock and the things she put me through of late gives me mixed feelings. Last night I fell asleep as happy as I ever was in a long time. I thought she felt the same, but this morning she turned back into the abusive older sister I've known most of my life. Why? What did I do wrong?

"Good, then you know all there is to know. Now, after taking care of jewels and veils, we will get you all relaxed and give you a nice makeover. You will shine like a diamond."

"Oh, for the veils, we should go to the Silvery Needle!" My spontaneous idea catches Synafae off guard. "That's where I got this dress from." I proudly display little Emerald's work. "I would trust no other tailor."

"Truly? Well, it seems that Old Agatha's hands are still very capable."

"Old Agatha has passed away." The announcement appears to have little effect on my sister; she seems more interested in what it means to me. "Her niece runs the place now, her name is Emerald, and her hands have no equal in the whole of Manzoberranzen." That is an extremely bold claim, one that fails to convince my perceptive sister.

"Do they now?" She smirks. "Very well, if that is your wish. What about the jewells, did you have anything in mind?"

"Right, those. I meant to buy some for the occasion, but I never really had the time for that." A blatant lie, my sister has no problem seeing through.

"Don't worry." She smiles. "I know exactly who can help us with that."

"Splendid then." I giggle. "To the Bazaar!"

"What? No, the Bazaar is for commoners and servants. We will have the artisans coming to us and see if any of their merchandise is worthy of you."

"If we are not going shopping, then where are we off to?"

She invites me to look outside.

The sight is familiar, yet still astonishing. It is a limestone stalagmite of titanic height, which nearly touches the ceiling of the cavern. Water flows down from the top, into countless limestone pools all around below. It gives the impression of an ivory tower with hundreds of terraces and thousands of fountains.

"The Waterfall Palace!" I squeal. "It's been forever since I've been at Madam Undine's. What are we going to do? Have a massage? Soak in the baths? Beauty treatments?"

"How about all of the above?"

Our carriage lands on a dedicated platform, and we immediately make quite the sensation. The guests below raise their heads to admire what they have to be honoured guests, maybe expecting a priestess to be among us. I feel way too many eyes on me for comfort. I try to remind myself that most of those looks are for Synafae, not me.

Madam Undine, escorted by four of her daughters, comes to welcome us in person. As she approaches, I feel fresh air filled with the scent of salt water caressing my face.

"Peace be upon you, Malla Synafae El'Naar, secondborn to Matron Sipriina El'Naar. The Waterfall palace bids you welcome."

Her verbose salute is delivered with a strong, exotic accent. Her appearance is yet more alien: her skin, of which she shows aplenty, is as blue as sapphire, her hair is as black as ink, while her eyes are as white as pearls.

"And upon you." My sister replies. "I trust all preparations are complete."

"As by your request, the entirety of my palace is at your disposal, and for the rest of this cycle, your wish shall be my command."

"Her wish." Corrects her Synafae. "This is my younger sister, Elifael. She is the birthday girl and therefore we shall all do as she pleases."

"I am honoured to make your acquaintance, Malla Elifael." She bows to me. "Please, follow me."

We walk inside the colossal stalagmite, and the interior is even more extraordinary than the exterior. A rich coquillage motif adorns every part of the walls and ceilings, and countless fountains decorate each hall. The echo of water running or splashing is never far away.

"Synafae," I whisper. "What are Madame Undine and her daughters? I don't know these creatures."

"Really?" She asks. "Nefail never explained that to you?" I shake my head. "Madame Undine is what surfacers call a Marid. marvellous creatures they are."

"A Marid? What led a sea djinn so far away from the ocean and the Sun?"

"The same things that lead everyone to the Polis of Pleasure: love and passion. How else would you explain all these beautiful water genasiae?" She waves to the four daughters, who all have inherited some of their mother's extraplanar features, but also display clearly elvish traits. My sister and I exchange a conspiratorial smile.

The waterfolk lead us into the vestibulum. It is a vast hall with many shallow pools fed by faucets sculpted with the features of marine creatures. Here, the many guests are invited to take off their clothes and step into the pools, where the genasiae gently wash them all over.

"No clothes are allowed beyond this point," the madame explains.

"Will you provide us with a robe?" Of all the jokes that I have told, of all the attempts at humour I ever made, of all the times I tried to be funny, I never managed to draw such an amount of roaring laughter. Even Synafae could not hold it in.

"In this place, it is not customary to cover one's body," Synafae explains. "And to cover yours would be especially unbecoming." She caresses my hips from behind my back.

Madame Undine leads on. "The entire palace is open to you, Malla Elifael. Besides the iblith quarters."

"The iblith quarters?"

"The facilities reserved for the non-Dark Elf. I assure you, they are far more modest than any other facility in my home." She waves the subject away. "Are the noble ones familiar with the services we provide?"

Both she and Synafae turn to me. "Not really," I answer, after a moment of hesitation. "Every time I've been here, I was always part of Nefail's entourage, and all she wanted to do was soak and drink wine." Not to mention the handjobs, for her and the occasional guest, my poor wrists...

"Well, you may of course go upstairs and enjoy the privacy of your quarters. They have been made ready with everything requested." Synafae rewards Lady Undine's efforts with a smile. "But, if I may, I would very much recommend spending some time visiting the lower tiers of the palace. Perhaps the noble ones would enjoy a massage, our gentle giants are both strong and delicate." I raise an eyebrow at the mention of giants, be they gentle or not. "If the noble ones would like to spend some time among their peers, they should visit the long bar. We boast a vast selection of drinks from this plane and beyond, to delight the mouth and the heart."

"A shame our sister didn't accompany us." Synafae smirks, and so do I.

"Finally, no visit to my palace would be complete without taking a deep dive in the breathable pool."

"A breathable pool?"

"One of my finest works. The water at the lower level of the palace is enchanted by mighty spells so that any of our esteemed guests can safely swim through it without fearing compression or suffocation."

"That sounds amazing!"

"The creation I am most proud of." The marid admits. "So, what will it be?"

Synafae turns to me, and I need a moment to remind myself why.

"Can I choose? Really?"

"It is your birthday, sister."

I am overwhelmed with giddiness; I can scarcely make up my mind.

"I suppose we could start with a massage?"

There are plenty of massage parlours near the pool, but Synafae insists that we go upstairs, where we can have a little more privacy. The genasiae lead us to a private cove and accommodate us on the only two beds. After that, they offer some refreshments and give us some privacy.

One can tell how much effort and care went into making this place look exotic and, at the same time, welcoming and relaxing to my kin. It resembles our private bath, albeit much smaller and less luxurious. The walls are of white limestone, gently sculpted by water to resemble the natural beauty of the underground world. Countless candles perfume the air with their smoke and create a relaxing atmosphere. Their glow is gentle to our delicate Dark Elf eyes.

I look at Synafae and marvel at how beautiful she is. A hundred sculptors could work their hands on the noblest marble for a hundred years and still not be able to reproduce that same perfection. Her long, lively hair, her slender and elegant fingers, her proportions so full and alluring. I feel I could die just to see her smile.

"Why do you look at me like that?" She asks.

"I just missed you a lot." I deflect. Judging by her smirk, I must be reddening.

Heavy footsteps save me from my embarrassment, and two hulking figures enter the cove. They are two massive women, taller than any matron. They greet us with a slight bow and let their robes fall to the floor. Their bodies are something to behold, more muscular and athletic as the strongest warrior ought to be, yet still very feminine. Their hands are nearly as big as my chest, yet their fingers are proportionally long and elegant. Their waist is thin compared to their thick legs, one of their thighs is probably larger than an orc's chest. Even not considering their majestic size, their features remain alien. One is dark-skinned, with hair of long golden locks; the other is of fairer complexion, with a wild black mane.

"Hello." I greet the giantesses. "Are you our masseuses?" They answer with a silent nod. "Don't they talk?" I ask Synafae.

"They don't need to. These fair ladies are half-giants, descendants of ancient folk. Their ancestors blessed them with the gift of telepathy."

"Mindreaders huh?" I wonder if they can already feel my second thoughts on this.

"Don't worry, they will not steal your best-kept secrets. They are trained solely to feel your surface desires and follow them."

"You don't say." I giggle. "Let's put their skills to the test. What am I thinking about?"

In unison, they turn their heads to Synafae. A musical and flattered laugh escapes my sister's lips and I hide my face in the headrest.

The dark-skinned half-giant approaches my bed, making me flinch. I believe she senses my uneasiness, for the first thing she does is give me long calming caresses. She runs her fingers all over my skin and uses her palms to apply pressure to any stiffness they meet.

I can feel the tension slowly dissipating in my mind and body. The half-giant's hands dig deep, seeking out and dissolving tense spots I didn't even know I had. Like an orchestra, her fingers play a symphony of crackling notes. It is extraordinary how perfect the amount of strength she puts on me is. Any more and it would be painful, but it's not quite the contrary. I can't see how Synafae is doing, but I can hear her moans.

My massive masseuse pauses to pour some richly smelling oils on my skin. I don't recognise the fragrance, but it's not far from what the mushroom girl sold me at the bazaar. Good thing Maryl is not here, she'd lose her mind, poor thing. Mmm, maybe I would like to see that. Oh no, I hope the towering telepath did not catch that thought.

The giantess goes lower and gives my buttocks a nice massage. Goddess, why does my weak spot have to be such a large target? I am forced to hold in my moans, lest I cause a scene. My sister feels otherwise, though. A loud moan makes me turn my head toward her.

"Oh yes... this is magnificent," I comment when she sinks her thumbs beneath my sole. "Isn't it, Synafae? Synafae?" I raise my head to check on her and am amazed at what I see. The pale giantess is massaging my sister's ass with one hand and her crotch with the other.

"Hey, what is going on here?"

"What do you think?" My sister chuckles. "A happy ending to a very relaxing song. I tried to resist, but she sensed my arousal. I might as well let it happen, don't you think?" The half-giant pushes her fingers deeper into her, easily reaching every sensitive spot inside and outside. My sister's moans grow louder and she opens her leg to facilitate the hulking mausseus's work.

That overgrown slut! I have to work a lot harder than that to have her moan half as loud. Maddening...

These thoughts escape my head before I can rein them in, and my masseuse begins to run her long fingers between my buttcheeks. She opens me and caresses every nerve she can find, making me whelp in pleasure.

"I'm sorry, little sister." Moans Synafae. "This is all my fault. I could not hold back."

I surprise myself raising my bum so that the giantess has better access to my clitoris. Oh no, this is getting weirder and weirder."

These ladies are giving their best, I'd hate to offend them. Besides, Synafae seems to be enjoying herself a lot. I don't want to spoil her fun. Anticipating my requests, the mastodonic woman helps me turn over. She smiles at me reassuringly, and all the while she pours yet more oil on my chest and stomach. When she passes her hands on my oiled-up body, it almost feels like she is going through it. My muscles sing at her passage and abandon even the most symbolic resistance. The huge hand finds her way between my thighs and massages me from the clitoris to my lower back.

Meanwhile, Synafae screams, raising her butt with trembling legs.

"Did you just cum?" I ask without really needing an answer. "That was quite the happy ending."

"Maybe." She moans. "Or maybe a promising beginning."

Synafae rises on her toes, giving yet better access to her sweet spots. The pale giantess resumes her work, this time penetrating both her pussy and her asshole. Synafae's moans grow louder as the long fingers sink deeper into her well-lubricated entrances.

"I can feel her fingertips touching inside of me." She wails. She looks sublime as she cums a second time.

You can't do that, she is mine! I feel like a hypocrite thinking that, while I myself am well on my way to my own orgasm. The dark-skinned giant masturbates me with a technique that is far beyond mastery, she knows exactly what I want and how I want it. Her fingers never go too low or too high, they never push too hard or too little. I try to resist, but I'm over the edge already. I clench my thighs around her giant hand and raise my butt further up. I scream as I give in to pleasure.

"Elifael!" My sister calls. Still catching my breath, I see her reaching out for me. In her eyes, I read many emotions, pride, desire, and... relief?

I take her hand and the giantesses do not relent, their hands ravage both of us with renewed vigour. I forget about them, all I want is to hold on to Synafae and share my pleasure with her.

By the time it is over, I am barely conscious.

"Goddess... what happened? Where did they go?"

"They've been gone for a while." Answers my sister, sipping on a cup of cider. "So, feeling relaxed?"

"If I was just a tiny bit more relaxed than this, I would be dead."

"Masters of their craft, those two." She exhales in ecstasy. "It would've been perfect if they only had a nice cock."

I heard her say that many times, especially after her baptism, and every time I can't help but think that she will never truly love me the way I want, unless...

"Synafae, I must ask you something. Do you like me?" I ask out of the blue.

"Like you?" She asks in puzzlement. "I do not like you, little Eli, I adore you. And I deeply regret anything that I might've done to make you think otherwise."

"It's just that... you really seem to prefer..."

"The phalli? Believe me, by tomorrow you will understand."

I think I just exchanged one worry for another. "Do you believe that the baptism will change me?"

"We all must go through change if we want to serve House and Goddess. Isn't that why you wanted to be a priestess?"

"I suppose..." Is all I can mumble.

"I know that the future may be scary, little sister. All change entails a degree of uncertainty and facing it can be daunting, especially when we have so much to lose. But don't you worry, for me and everyone that loves you will be there every step of the way." She welcomes me into her arms and presses me on her breasts. "So, birthday girl, what shall we do next?"

I halt to ponder for a moment. The pool is tempting, but I know how Synafae loves hanging out at the bar. And unlike Nefail, she is about quality, not quantity.

The Long Bar deserves its name. It runs all around a small peninsula that juts into the pool. The patrons can choose to have their drinks served while sitting at a table on the walkway, directly at the bar itself, or, the most popular option, sitting on the semi submerged stools in the water. Two of Madame Undine's children provide music with a flute and what Synafae explains is a qanun, a very popular instrument in a place she refers to as Calimport. Another name she wrongly presumes I know.

We seek out free seats at the bar. The stools look rather uncomfortable, almost forcing whom ever is sitting on them to push out her ass. That way the ladies already there compose an alluring display of fine butts. I can't say I am too eager to add my own oversized bum to this exhibition. Synafae, on the contrary, looks quite at ease. She turns many eyes as she takes her seat, fully enjoying the attention. I do my best to follow her lead.

"What are you having?" Asks she.

I am not much of a drinker, wine is supposed to be part of my education but Nefail always preferred practice to theory and demonstration to illustration. "I don't know, maybe some green wine?"

Synafae attracts the attention of the barkeeper, a four-armed genasi-like creature I fail to identify. She seems puzzled by what has to be an unusually mundane order. Luckily, kind Synafae does not seem to mind.

"So, how do you like it here?" Asks she, sipping from her glass.

"It is magnificent." I gaze at the ambiance and the beautiful dark elves that crowd it. "Nefail never treated me to a swim or a drink."

"Really?" Her disbelief sounds sarcastic. "What did you do instead?"

"Mostly she had me massaging her until my hands hurt."

"She does like her massages. Did she have you suckling on her toes?"

"She sure did. Did she force you to do the same?"

"She didn't need to, I loved doing it for her."

"What? Surely you jest."

"Why would I? She has beautiful feet."

"I didn't know you had a passion for feet." I wonder what she thinks of mine.

She laughs. "When you will find someone you really want to make happy, you will be surprised how quickly her (or his) tastes will become your own. I harbour no such fetishism, but I do love to see our big sister happy." She bites her lips. "Although I do admit I like the way she takes charge. So commanding, so strong, she is the sort of woman that makes you feel pleasure simply by doing her bidding."

Maybe, but there is a fine line between being dominating and being a jerk. Why was she so mean this morning? Damn it, I don't want to think about it, about her. I whip these thoughts away.

"Well, I did a lot of her bidding and it gave me no pleasure, just frustration." I pass my finger on the border of my glass, I don't feel all that thirsty all of a sudden. "She is never pleased with me, except when I am the object of some cruel joke or mocking comment."

"She is very proud, you are the one who will have to reach out for her."

"Every time I reach out, she bites. I got bitten so many times I just want to protect what is left of my fingers."

"You should not give up. You are going to need her, just like she is going to need you."

"Need me for what?"

"For anything that has to come." She finishes her wine and gives me an encouraging smile.

"Next round we should order something more daring, what do you say?"

No more green wine for sure. Maybe I should let her choose, but that would hardly impress her.

"Two Matron's delights." She orders.

"On their way."

The bartender begins mixing, or maybe I should say crafting, a rather complicated recipe. The main ingredients seem to be a light mushroom wine, a spice I fail to recognize, and... an egg?

The result of this long labour is a dense, bright, and foamy liquid served in a high glass. Synafae raises her drink and offers me a toast. "To my delightful little Eli." I smile and take a timid sip.

It is spicy, very spicy. It tingles on the tongue, the throat, and the stomach. It must also be very strong, for I can feel it going to my head already.

"Is it to your liking?" Synafae asks.

"Yes, very much so." I answer, taking a longer sip.

"Do you feel it already?"

"Feel what?"

She answers with a smile and puts her arm around my hip. She gently forces me onto her and invites me to sip from her glass as she sips from mine. Slowly I feel a tingling sensation making its way to my lower waist. I instinctively rub my legs and can feel a hint of pleasure in doing so. My clitoris has suddenly become swollen and very sensitive. Synafae does not fail to notice and bites her lip.

"Did you just treat me to an aphrodisiac?" I ask.

"Only a very mild one, I swear."

"Are you at least going to do something about it?" I ask, rubbing my foot against her legs.

"I will do a lot, just not yet, not here." She grins, extending her legs to me. "Another round?"

"I don't want to get too deep into my cups, not yet." My answer seems to disappoint her, which makes me feel a jolt of panic. "Erm... Come on! Let's go for a swim."

I grab my sister by the wrist and lead her to the water. My exuberance takes her aback for a moment, but she lets herself be dragged along. We trust our garments to one of the genasi girls and dive in.

What madam Undine referred to as a pool turns out to be so much more. It looks more like an underground lake that surrounds the whole palace. The genasiae lead us to one of the many accesses, where the limestone is carved into a flight of stairs. It is all so pretty.

I approach the pool and dip my toes, the water feels warm and inviting, yet I hesitate. I can spy on some of the guests already swimming beneath the surface and I would prefer they did not see me getting inside the pool. As usual, it is Synafae that takes the first dive, entering the water like a mermaid.

"Come in!" She encourages me. "The water feels just perfect."

I jump in after her, with anvil-like grace. It is most fortunate that the water happens to be indeed breathable, I don't want to put my almost non-existent swimming skills to the test.

From the inside, the spectacle is even more bizarre. The water is several metres deep, the floor is sandy, covered in glowing coral and many transparent cave fishes swim gracefully among the bioluminescent kelps. It feels like diving inside a very cared-for aquarium.

Synafae swims around me with little effort and invites me to chase after her. I do my best to keep her pace but soon lose her among the kelps. With my senses dulled by the water, I fall into an ambush.

Like a stalking predator, Synafae emerges from behind the algae and grabs me by the waist. I put up a symbolic resistance and am soon dragged to the sandy floor, upon which I land butt first. My aggressor does not finish me off, instead, she asks me if I am hurt using the Dark Elf sign language. I nod, massaging my buttcheeks. When she approaches to check me up, I spring my own trap.

I jump over her and use her body to propel myself into the kelp forest. She promises me swift retribution, I reply that she has to catch me first.

We keep going like this for some time, darting among the fishes, hiding beneath the coral formations or the small underwater coves, laughing muted bubbly laughs.

I am not nearly as athletic as Synafae, soon the water saps my energy and my muscles stop responding. When I can swim no more, Synafae catches me and forces me back on the floor. She pins me down and gives me a smile that makes defeat taste sweet. With her silver mane floating in the water and her gemlike eyes shining in the penumbra, she is a predator whose bite I don't fear.

She passes her hands on my knees, thighs, and hips, slowly climbing up to my breasts. As she starts playing with my perky tits, my face must look very silly for she seems quite amused. Feeling my nipples hardening up, she decides to give them a suck.

My nipples are very sensitive, but small as they are they rarely attract the attention of the few partners I had. Not Synafae, she knows me all too well. She uses her tongue masterfully and knows exactly when to give me a playful nibble. It's a good thing we are underwater, for I'm probably embarrassingly wet already.

I close my legs with false shyness, which she correctly recognises as an invitation to force them open. She wraps herself in my thighs and uses sign language to compliment them. I've been waiting for years for what is about to happen, years spent yearning for a beloved person that could delight my body and my heart like no other. My pussy recognizes her tongue and the memories of countless toe-curling orgasms awaken a long-forgotten appetite. As she takes my clitoris between her lips, I am already fighting not to cum.

I am halfway to the Goddess Paradise when I notice that someone is spying on us! They try to hide, but Synafae catches up to them.

The voyeuses turn out to be two adolescent Dark Elf, one maybe two decades younger than me, barely of age. They make a display of deep remorse, swearing they had no ill intention and that they would not do that again.

Synafae gives them each a caress, reassuring them they did nothing wrong. She then gives me a complicit look and comes up with what she must think is a brilliant idea.

"You are too young to join in." She signs them. "But if you want, you are very welcome to watch."

The young ones are shocked by the proposition almost as much as I am and a lot more thrilled. My sister explains to me that it is a good thing to share your beauty with those who yearn to see it. It is a display of selflessness in the eyes of the Goddess.

I found myself in a similar situation before, but normally I was the one doing the watching. This is something new and I am not sure I am completely comfortable with it.

I would prefer them gone, but my sister looks so intrigued. Besides, look at those big imploring eyes. If I was to chase them away, I would embarrass them beyond shame.

Still a little uncertain, I invite my sister back to me. The young Dark Elf can hardly believe their luck and watch Synafae going back down on me in absolute amazement.

I try to look away, pretending that we are alone. But even Synafae's magic tongue can't make me forget that we are being watched. This may be good in the eyes of the Goddess, but to me is a rather unwelcome intrusion. I try to focus entirely on Synafae, but I catch her glancing at our little public. Unlike me, she seems to be truly enjoying herself, exposing our bodies as much as possible. She is also putting on quite the show. Her caresses, her licks, and her kisses are all unusually exaggerated for the benefit of our spectators.

The young girls are lost in admiration, I've never had anyone looking at me like that, never in my life was I the object of such absolute adoration. The taller and thinner of the two tells me something with the signs, careful not to be seen by her companion. I believe she is telling me that I am beautiful. That brings a smile to my face and, somehow, helps me relax.

In the meantime Synafae is going wild between my legs, giving me powerful long licks and stimulating every part of me with her fingers. After a while, I forget our small audience and the rest of the world around us. I feel a very strong orgasm approaching. Just when I am about to cum, Synafae swims behind me, opening my legs wide for our guests to see.

I give my sister a terrified look, but she invites me to play along. "Let's play a game." She signals to them "I'll let her cum only when you do."

The young ones hesitate, perhaps wondering what they got themselves into. Maybe they could use a little encouragement. "It would help me a lot." I sign them, accompanying Synafae's hand back on my pussy.

Though still hesitant, they now seem at least a little thrilled. With a shy smile, they begin to touch themselves.

"No." Signals my sister. "Not like that."

The two seem puzzled, but after a few eloquent signs they understand what they are meant to do. Giving in to a desire they have probably been harbouring for some time, before this pool, before Synafae. They start fingering each other.

When I first saw them, neither of them looked particularly attractive to me. Yet, watching them now, united in passion and intertwined in their love, they look simply divine.

Meanwhile, Synafae's fingers continue to move inside me with maddening patience. She plays me like an instrument and pulls muffled, bubbly music out of me. She never quite let me climax, as though drawing out my pleasure was part of the performance. I bite my lip, struggling not to show her (or our audience) how much I long for release. Alas, my sister knows me too well.

The girls grow more comfortable, bolder even. They exchange kisses, caresses, and timidly lick each other pussies, always with one eye on my sister and me.

Synafae leans in and kisses my neck. Her other hand slips under my thigh, lifting my leg just enough to press deeper. I whimper. The girls glance over and, seeing my growing desperation, match our tempo.

Synafae now plays me with both fingers and mouth. At last, she grants me what I crave. I abandon all composure and sink my fingers in her silvery, floating hair. I extend my legs and curl my toes as I drown in pleasure.

The girls both climax seconds after me, bodies entwined, their shared high unmistakably triggered by mine.

We hold each other in silence for a while, floating gently. After some soft kisses and post-coital cuddling, we part ways. The girls, faces still flushed, thank us profusely.

"That was... more than we imagined," says one, her fingers still trembling.

"Will we... see you again? After our baptism?" asks the other.

Synafae lets out silent laughter, making her hair float about with the grace of a mermaid.

"If the Goddess wills it," she answers, and bids them both goodbye.

When alone, Synafae envelops me in tender embrace "Did you enjoy it?"

I make no mystery of my mixed feelings. "It felt awkward as fuck."

"You should be happy, not only have you shared your pleasure with others, but you also helped young love to bloom. Truly you did the Goddess's work. I'm sure she is proud and so am I." And that to me the sweetest reward.