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Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is average sized entry and just short of 5,000 words. It is only f/f and features oral sex (with an early focus on scents) and includes orgasm denial.
To Naoka’s great surprise Selwyn started undoing her bindings to let her down from the wall. Her furry cat ears drooped and she looked cautiously at the woman. “Why am I being taken down?”
Selwyn didn’t answer the girl, nor did the other two women in the room. Madelyn and Astani had pulled apart, both staring at Naoka with looks of fiendish expectation that left the Kittaran feeling increasingly anxious.
As Naoka was fully released from her bindings Selwyn took a few steps back as the other two women rushed to stand by her. The three joined hands, muttering something Naoka assumed was a spell of some kind.
She looked from the three women, ears flat and tail lashing in anxious agitation. As her unease increased she felt a strange power flowing through the room, a hint of… something. Magic? She still barely understood this dizzying world of sensual magic but she suspected the three were casting a powerful spell together, it was the only thing that made sense to her.
“Mistress,” she began anxiously as she grabbed her lashing tail and started stroking it to soothe herself, “what is happening?”
The question became more relevant as the words left her mouth. While speaking them a ripple ran through the air, bursting out from the three women chanting before her. The world around them shifted and contorted as the ripple ran through it. For a few horrible moments Naoka wasn’t sure what anything was. She wasn’t even sure what direction was up and was left with the sensation of being both rooted to the ground and falling up into the air.
Then, as quickly as the disorienting chaos had begun, the world jerked back into place. Only now Naoka’s surroundings were different. The faux dungeon playroom was now a temple. No, Naoka thought as she stroked her tail anxiously while her head darted from side to side, NOT a temple. It’s still a playroom, the SAME playroom, only now dressed up to LOOK like a temple. And not just ANY temple but a temple of Inera! I recognize the goddess’ holy symbol because Astani wears it. Two intertwining lines that form a cross and then swirl up into the shape of a heart. And there’s something about the architecture and design of the place that FEELS like Astani.
The plethora of sex toys and all the heavy-duty BDSM gear and furniture remained, only altered slightly to fit into the new false persona the playroom now wore. It was an overwhelming change, especially coming so quickly.
Once her mind had processed the changes Naoka turned her attention back to the women that had used magic to change the room so suddenly and thoroughly. She found her Mistresses standing on either side of her, waiting for her attention to turn to them. As soon as it did they grabbed her by the upper arms, just firm enough to excite the girl and remind her they were in the middle of playing out a punishment scene.
“Come, pet,” Madelynn said as she and Selwyn began leading Naoka to a throne-like altar in the back of the playroom. Astani, naked but sitting like a high priestess dressed in her finest robes, sat on the throne-altar awaiting their approach.
“Your punishments must continue,” Selwyn told Naoka, voice theatrically menacing.
“And we need to show our love and loyalty to our dear friend by making her central in that punishment,” Madelynn added.
As they neared Astani the woman smiled serenely, drinking in the sight of Naoka being brought to her. “And you have a goddess you need to worship while that happens,” she told the Kittaran.
“Kneel before the Priestess of Inera,” Selwyn barked, Madelynn and her pushing Naoka to her knees when they reached Astani.
The Priestess leaned back in her throne-altar, spreading her legs open and sliding forward in her seat slightly. As Naoka was made to kneel between the woman’s long, slender legs it left her feeling like Astani’s pussy was an altar she was being prepared to prayer at. The idea excited Naoka, leading her to purr loudly as her ears perked up while the base of her tail vibrated in carnal enthusiasm.
“Seems my firm hand is no longer needed,” Selwyn said when she saw the Kittaran’s eagerness. She released her grip on Naoka’s arm and slipped away.
Although still vaguely aware of Madelynn’s hands on her nearly all Naoka’s focus was on Astani, specifically the Priestess’ pussy. She’d been knelt with the woman’s sex nearly in front of her sex. Naoka purred as she drank in the sight of the intimate fleshy valleys of the older woman’s vulva.
Her pubic hair was just as blond as the hair on her head. Well-groomed and kept short, it looked almost like soft animal down. Naoka longed to lean in closer and press her nose gently into the hair to see if it would be as soft as it looked.
“Go ahead, pet,” Madelynn whispered into one of Naoka’s cat ears. The feel of her breath tickled her sensitive feline inner ear hairs, making her let out a soft moan of surprise and desire as the cat ear twitched. “But as you indulge in my dear friend’s wonderful womanhood you must worship her, and through her Inera shall receive the faith you give forth. For the only ones that hunger more than your Mistresses are the gods, they are ALWAYS ravenous for faith.”
Madelynn stroked Naoka’s back with one hand while slipping the other up past her collar to tickle her fingers into the Kittaran’s hair at the back of her head. “Bend forward in prayer and worship,” Madelynn told Naoka as she pushed the girl’s face closer to Astani’s pussy. “Indulge. Inhale. There, she smells so good, yes? So womanly, so pristinely perfect she seems almost unreal. You smell her arousal. You smell the ripeness of her cunt after getting to enjoy the orgasms stolen from you. You can smell it all, can’t you?”
Naoka let out a soft, low, mewling moan. “Yessssssss Mistress,” she sighed as a hand slipped between her legs so she could lightly touch herself while huffing the Priestess’ wonderful womanly odors.
Astani was moaning along with Naoka. She’d leaned further back in her throne-altar, writhing slightly as she felt everything Naoka felt. When Madelynn had started stroking the Kittaran’s back and running her fingers into the girl’s hair Astani had wiggled her back and reached back to touch her own hair as if stroking ghostly fingers she felt there.
When Naoka had moved in close and started inhaling her womanly scent Astani had put a hand to her face, breathing in slowly with her eyes closed. The blessing binding them together only shared physical sensations, so she did not smell herself the way Naoka was smelling her, but she felt the heat of her sex the way Naoka felt it as she moved her face closer.
At one point Naoka had moved her face, angling it up further so her nose was pointed at the woman’s well-groomed blond bush. This had led the girl to breath heavily on Astani’s slit, the heat and moisture of her heavy breathing sending wonderful waves of warm pleasure flowing up the Priestess’ body. Astani had shivered in delight, the pleasure intensified as Naoka started touching herself. This had led her to almost closing her thighs tight around the girl’s face. She’d managed to stop herself, but her thighs had moved in close enough for Naoka, and thus her, to feel the heat of her bare thighs on the girl’s cheeks.
“Go on pet, do it. You want to so badly it’s like you’re screaming your desire,” Madelynn told Naoka, gently pushing her face into Astani’s crotch.
Naoka, purring deeper, happily pressed her nose into Astani’s well-groomed pubic hair. It was almost as soft as she had imagined and smelt even more wonderful than she’d hoped it would. She started turning her face one way and then the other, purring deeper as she rubbed her nose from side to side in the soft hair.
This was nearly too much for Astani. Not only was she soaking in the Kittaran’s sensual, loving, worshipful attention being directed at her womanhood but she was feeling the warmth, softness, and eventual dampness of her vulva as Naoka’s facial rubbing into her pussy worked its way down the woman’s sex. Her legs DID close this time, her thighs pressing gently into Naoka’s cheeks, something she felt along with the Kittaran which only intensified the intimacy of the moment.
Above every other sensation was the girl’s breath. Hot. Moist. But not just the heavy breathing of a woman soaking in the womanly allures of another woman’s sex. The Kittaran was huffing in the smell of her cunt like it was cat nip. Each huff in left Naoka purring a bit louder and deeper till it got to the point Astani could feel the vibrations in her thighs.
Even knowing the added sensation would feel almost too much Astani slid her fingers into Naoka’s hair to caress and partially hold the girl’s head. She shifted from gripping the girl’s furry cat ears to hold her in place to easing up and letting the girl shift from side to side or to move lower as she continued to inhale and breathe in her most intimate of scents.
Both Naoka and Astani had gotten so lost in the moment they’d both temporarily forgotten they weren’t alone. Both were reminded of Madelynn’s presence when the woman chuckled lovingly at the sight of the two lost in sensual delight. “I am thinking this is a ‘scene’ you’ve played in your temple plenty of times, bet even your most devout worshiper has never prayed to Inera so fully the way Naoka prayed to the goddess through you.”
Astani, flush and breathing almost as heavily as Naoka, shook her head slightly from side to side. “The faith flowing from her into me then up into Inera is so… so intense. So freely given. It’s a prayer the likes of which I’ve rarely experienced, faith so pure and strong it will feed Inera more fully then a temple or worshipers normally does. And the girl isn’t even thinking Inera’s name! She’s not thinking any of the prayers. It’s just adoration, recklessly and freely given. This girl… How can she be this pure and innocent yet live here with you?”
Madelynn ignored the question. “It’s the huffing of your most womanly of scents that’s making the physical sensations so different and intense, yes?”
“Yes,” Astani gasped as Naoka, clearly at least half listening to the conversation, pressed her face more into the woman’s sex and inhaled deeply. This led Astani to moan and wiggle as she tightened her thighs tighter around the girl’s face while gripping her cat ears a bit tighter, all things SHE felt which increased her pleasure. “I’ve had cunt-hungry women worship me who CLAIMED to love the smell of pussy, but compared to this girl…” She trailed off, moaning and wiggling as Naoka’s huffing of her pussy started to incorporate some light licking.
“As a Kittaran in heat Naoka’s sense of smell is heightened to a degree we can’t imagine,” Madelynn told Astani. “She can pick up on scents neither of us can, she can smell fragrances and pheromones we’d never be able to experience even with the aid of magic. The heightened senses of a Kittaran in heat grow increasingly as they lose themselves further in the throes of arousal.
“The more she huffs your pussy the more acutely she’ll smell you through it. The girl is learning all there is to learn about you through smell right now, and thanks to the little scene we’ve set up here in this fake temple she’s doing it as a form of prayer to Inera. That WAS what you wanted, yes?”
“Yes,” Astani moaned out softly as Naoka’s attention to the woman’s pussy shifted ever so subtly to become oral worship. Her tongue lapped at her fleshy folds, especially near her clit, like a kitten lapping up milk from a saucer, as though the taste of the woman’s arousal was the tastiest of treats.
“Loyalty,” the Priestess said, the end of the word turning to a gasp of joy as Naoka began properly eating the woman out. “Love,” she added in another gasp as she gripped the Kittaran’s ears while tightening her thighs around the girl’s face.
After a few deep desperate gasps she started talking quickly. “A taste of the girl’s faith, flowing to Inera as she worships her via my body. That was part of our deal.” She gasped again, arching her back and locking her ankles behind the small of Naoka’s back.
She laughed a bit, the moment’s tension momentarily broken by Naoka’s tail flicking up and partially wrapping around one of her legs. “Inera be praised! This girl’s mouth is… Not the most skilled I’ve ever had on my blessed cunt, but her sincere enthusiasm! Goddess, there’s no words for it.”
Panting as though trying to hold back from climaxing she tightened her grip on the girl’s ears while wrapping her legs tighter around her. “Sorry, you lovely little thing, but you’re going to hate this.” Astani then threw her head back, arched her back further, and let out a long, loud moan of pleasure as she came. The moan echoed like a sung prayer through the faux temple. The yellow-white holy glow that radiated from the woman as she climaxed gave the impression that Inera had received the orgasm as a prayer and rewarded it with powerful blessings.
Naoka had lost herself in the bliss of first huffing the woman’s powerful scents, then the pleasure of tasting her, and finally the pleasure of eating her out. It had all been so strange at first, feeling every tickle, every breathe, every lick given to the Priestess on herself. Although she’d only smelt the woman there had been the illusion that she’d also been smelling herself. And then once the huffing and tasting had turned into full on oral sex there had been the wonderful, although slightly disorienting, feeling that she was eating herself out as much as she was eating out the Priestess.
The intimate closeness had grown into warm then burning sensual heat. But it had been more than that, more than the physical sensations. She’d been worshiping the woman’s body, yet not. She was worshiping a divine power THROUGH her worship of the woman’s body. She’d FELT it, felt something flowing from her, into Astani, then up to wherever the gods of Alaria resided. She felt that divine power greedily feeding on what she was offering, feeding as greedily as she huffed the Priestess’ scent and lapped up the strong, wonderful taste of her sex.
As the intensity of it built there had been an aspect that had scared her a little. The greed of the thing taking what she was offering part of herself to was so immense. There had been the dangerous sense that if she kept giving to the divine power it would take everything she had to give and then some. Yet Naoka hadn’t stopped. She could feel that the thing she was offering the deity would be returned in some way. A blessing would be put on her in return for the faith she gave.
And then there was the pleasure. Since coming into heat Naoka had learned over and over that there was nothing she desired more than women. Looking at them. Watching them move. Hearing them speak and moan. Feeling them touch her. Touching them. Smelling them. TASTING them. Every woman in every way. But to worship a woman? To actually pray to a woman’s pussy not LIKE it was a holy altar, but to have it BE a holy altar? The pleasure was beyond what she could have imagined before becoming her Mistresses’ pet. And to get to feel the pleasure she was giving to the Priestess as she worshiped her womanhood!
Naoka had quickly become so lost in scents and sensations, both physical and spiritual, that she had forgotten this was part of her punishment. She forgot all about the glyphs of orgasm denial on her, forgot about them till the moment Astani reminded her.
“Sorry, you lovely little thing, but you’re going to hate this.”
Naoka had processed the words’ meaning just as she’d felt herself cresting that final rise towards orgasm. Thanks to their connection she’d felt it building in Astani as well, and thanks to feeling everything the woman felt she’d felt it doubly building in herself as though she was eating them both out to two separate climaxes.
Then the moment came, rising toward TWO orgasms and then… nothing.
The awful dulling of sensations. The terrible pain of having the orgasm ruined and denied. Naoka stopped eating Astani out, hissing in frustration into her sex as the woman wailed out her moan of pleasure that was a prayer to her goddess. She hissed louder, frustrated and jealous she didn’t feel that hiss on her pussy the way Astani was feeling it. She grew angry as she felt the woman’s orgasm intensify because of her hissing into her pussy, yet DIDN’T feel the pleasure and release of the increased orgasm.
Out of frustration Naoka grabbed the Priestess’ legs and, still hissing into her pussy, extended her claws into the woman’s soft flesh. Astani howled louder, the sudden addition of claws biting into her skin only heightening her pleasure.
“Ease up pet,” Madelynn said firmly. Naoka realized the woman had grabbed her shoulder and was gripping her tightly to get her attention, but that she barely felt the woman’s iron grip thanks to the way the glyphs of orgasm denial were dulling her physical senses. “The claws, pet,” Madelynn said to ensure Naoka understood what she wanted the girl to ease up on.
Naoka’s ears went flat while her tail lashed in wide arcs of agitation. “Yes, Mistress,” she hissed, retracting her claws and huffing in frustration, but making sure she turned her face away from Astani’s sex as she did. Her mind had come into focus allowing her to realize she needed Astani to come down from her climax so she could feel things once more.
Still, she kept her face close to where it had been. As Astani’s thighs loosened from around her head the Kittaran rested her cheek on one, keeping close and ensuring she’d still be able to smell the woman as acutely as she had been smelling her, but not so close that her breathing would stimulate the over stimulated woman as she came down from her orgasm.
The moment it ended would have been obvious to Naoka thanks to the way the woman’s entire body went limp. But if she’d had any doubt they would have been washed away by the return of physical sensations. The orgasm Astani had been having was over and now the glyphs of orgasm denial had allowed Naoka’s body and her ability to feel pleasure to return to normal.
One more denied orgasm down, Naoka thought as she shifted her face slightly to enjoy the softness of Astani’s thigh. Now that the worst of the pain and frustration was past Naoka could see the fun in this game. She started purring lightly, thinking about how wonderful building to another orgasm was going to be and how delightful the torment of having it denied would then be. Sure, eight more times might prove too much, but oh how she’d enjoy seeing if this punishment would “break” her and cause her to use her safe word.
Astani, still limp and breathing heavily, reached a weak shaking hand out to place it on Naoka’s head. She gently pet the girl, scratching sensually at the back of one of her furry cat ears. The simple gesture made her convulse slightly, moaning as though feeling what she was doing to the girl was too much for her over-stimulated body to handle. She paused, giving herself a moment to recenter, then returned to petting Naoka.
“Loyalty and love,” the woman sighed, the words equally a term of endearment as much as a prayer. “I’ve had many, MANY women worship me like this,” she began, petting the girl and occasionally scratching sensually at Naoka’s furry ear. “Some I could feel were only doing so out of religious devotion to Inera.”
She paused, smirking at Madelynn who was kneeling behind Naoka and had kept a hand on the girl’s shoulder, stroking and petting her along with Astani. “You know that feeling, don’t you? The hesitation of a woman who has no true desire for other women, especially when they get their face close the way this lovely kitten’s face is close to my womanhood. In some it’s more than hesitation, it’s near revulsion.”
Madelynn nodded. “I know the feeling. There are times there can be heat in such a thing, but it’s not something me or my dearest love indulge in very often. We prefer enthusiastic toys.”
Naoka looked up, enjoying the view of the Priestess from the angle she was at. Looking up to see her trim yet soft mid-section, the valley of her breasts, the angle of her flush, sweat covered face. The satisfied smile on her divinely pretty lips! What a wonderful sight to behold, and all with the woman’s pussy still inches from her face.
The Kittaran purred a bit louder when Astani looked down at Naoka, smiling lovingly down at the girl. Naoka thought about what the view must be like for the Priestess. The inverse of what she saw, looking down the valleys of her naked body to see Naoka’s face by her pussy. Naoka felt a rightness to it. This is how she belonged, on her knees and worshiping women like Astani and her Mistresses.
“That was not the feeling with this lovely kitten,” Astani said, looking at Naoka with sincere affection that made the Kittaran swoon. “Her desire for my womanhood, for ME as a woman, it was… beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. She’s so… pure. Her desire is so… so… entire,” she finally said, saying the word as though it wasn’t enough. “The way she worshiped me…”
She finally looked away from Naoka. “Madelynn, dear friend, surely she’s suffered enough? A girl this pure… to keep punishing her this way…”
Naoka tensed. She pulled her head slightly off the woman’s thighs. Her ears perked up, rotating towards Madelynn. She kept looking at Astani, and although she directed what she said to the Priestess it was her Mistress she was really speaking to.
“I’m a good girl,” Naoka declared. “I was naughty and I earned my punishments. I WILL receive it and I will enjoy every horrible, delightful moment of it. Even if it’s too much. Even if I have to use my safe word and pause our scene, I WILL finish my punishments. And I will ENJOY it. I WANT it.”
Madelynn stroked Naoka’s back lovingly, causing both the Kittaran and Astani to moan out softly. “Don’t worry, pet, you’ll be given every chance to receive what you’ve earned. And Astani will endure through every moment of it, for that was what she promised us.”
“Yes,” Selwyn said as she stepped behind Madelynn and put a hand lovingly on the woman’s shoulder.
It wasn’t till then that Naoka realized she’d completely lost track of the woman. Where was she during that? What was she doing while we all lost track of her?
“But perhaps there’s less of the punishment left than you both think,” Madelynn continued. “Thanks to being the one who put the glyphs of orgasm denial on our pet I can feel how much strength the enchantment has left. Four orgasms have been denied now.”
Naoka’s ears drooped as she furrowed her brow. “No,” she said slowly, thinking hard. “Three. Two before and one now.”
“Two now,” Madelynn corrected her. “Your divinely blessed mouthmanship worked you to your own orgasm alongside the one you worked Astani to. The magic might not always work that way, as this kind of magic is fickle and changes as the winds of magic blow through our world, but that was how it worked this time. You’ve now seven denied orgasms left, not eight.”
Both Naoka and Astani let out sighs that were an equal part relief and sadness.
“Well, if she’s eager and willing…” Astani said, moaning softly as she kept petting Naoka, feeling the soft tender touches as acutely as Naoka did. “But I’ll need a bit longer of a cool down before I can endure more of the girl’s delightful torments.”
Naoka suspected that IF this was all part of some preplanned play for her sake she was being given an opening to ask questions. “Tell me about Inera,” Naoka asked, voice soft as she enjoyed the two women’s hands on her, stroking and calming her. Even if she was wrong about them wanting her to ask questions now she hoped they’d still answer them while Astani and her Mistress pet her.
“She is the Goddess of Loyalty and Love,” Astani began, voice soft as she luxuriated in the calm, intimacy of feeling everything Naoka was feeling. “She inspires her followers to embrace a goodness that, unlike many other ‘good’ deities, is open with her worshipers’ sexuality. She accepts all sexual desire and indulgent pleasure as long as it comes from a place of love and is fully consensual or at least from a bond of loyalty.
“In many lands Priestess’ like me conduct marriage ceremonies even for those who do not actively worship Inera. She accepts all who love and are loyal to each other, and in a way any act of love mixed with loyalty is a form of prayer to her whether it is meant that way or not. Her powers and blessings are great in every part of Alaria where bonds of love and loyalty are strong and common.”
Naoka was satisfied with the bit of information but her Mistresses clearly weren’t. Selwyn clicked her tongue while Madelynn cleared her voice. “But she’s not a Goddess who only blesses women who share sapphic desire?” Madelynn asked, her tone making it clear she knew the answer and thought less of the goddess because of this.
Astani sighed, hinting at a sliver of disappointment in her goddess as well. “She blesses all who share loyalty and love, regardless of gender or sex. But being so open she has far more sapphic faithful than most deities whose worship is not centered on such couplings. But worry not,” she said, stroking Naoka reassuringly, “Inera’s blessings are not dependent on my ministrations of her divine blessings to men. I am allowed to share my love and loyalty only with women and am as blessed by Inera as much as I would be if I DIDN’T keep my life as free of men as possible.”
A dreamy look came over the Priestess’ face. “To think, perhaps one day we’ll live in a place where we needn’t even see their faces on the street. A place free of men,” she sighed. “A place they can’t even enter.”
“Soon,” Selwyn assured Astani. “Once all our plans are carried out.”
Madelynn, kneeling behind Naoka and stroking her back, leaned in close to whisper conspiratorially into the Kittaran’s ear. “Once all the correct mysteries are solved.”
Astani kicked a leg out, playfully pushing the woman away from Naoka. “Time for your machinations later,” she told Madelynn. “Now the girl’s punishments must resume so my pleasure can continue!”
Behind Madelynn Selwyn let out a playfully sinister laugh. “But haven’t you seen, dear friend? The punishments. The pleasure. It’s all part of our machinations!”
“That’s right,” Madelynn said as she got to her feet to loom above Naoka. “We’re secretly monsters and this pretty little kitten is our captive heroine we’re so cruelly, but delightfully, tormenting!”
Astani, still lounging mostly limply on her throne-altar, rolled her eyes. “The girl is a lovely treat and she IS special, but she’s no Terin and her time in your manner is no great journey.”
Naoka, ears perked up, looked from woman to woman trying to read their faces. Was this all just playful teasing? Or was this more… Did Astani not see the glint in her Mistresses’ eyes that suggested there was at least some truth in their teasing? Or was it that Astani was as much a part of whatever wonderful perverse and potentially dark game her Mistresses were playing?
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