Delicious Desecration (Revised) Ch.3

Chapter 3



  Kalamiina collapsed shortly the final blows, exhausted from fully expending nearly every last drop of mana that ran through her veins, her mind drained from the battles.  The blood soaked Ralond was not far behind, wabbling over to sit beside her with a groan.  In silence they sat tending to the wounds that the scorched chaplain and his assistant caretaker had left before they fell in a bloody pile of smoldering ash.  The room reeked of the sickeningly sweet, pungent smell of charred flesh, though after having been through so much, neither of them noticed.

  After taking several minutes to recuperate, Kalamiina ran a hand through her sweat-dampened hair, and gave a long, exhausted sigh.  She cast her glance to the very back wall of the chapel, the wall that had slid open to allow the human wench through, the one who’s head stared lifelessly toward the altar from halfway down the aisle.  “Hmm,” she began wearily, “I never noticed that door before.”

  Ralond looked up to see where she was looking, cocking his head curiously.  “Neither did I.  I wonder what they have back there?” 

  “I don’t know, but whatever it is, it’s ours now!” Kalamiina laughed, rising to her feet excitedly.  She never had been much of a thieving type, but the possibility of more cloth or coin for her tailoring was enough to make her feel like a child again.  Perhaps there would even be a pattern or two tucked away for some sort of ceremonial robes or whatnot.  She may have despised the humans, but fashions it seemed could easily be made universal.

  The room was a grand, ceremonial burial chamber, with seven ornate sarcophagi lining the walls.  Each was unique in design and inscription, probably memorials as to the eternally resting souls within.  In the center of the room, however, was exactly what they sought.  A large chest equally as decorative as the surrounding sarcophagi dominated the center of the room, the amber twilight glittering off its polished pewter filigree-laced exterior.  As they approached, Ralond took note of the large, masterly crafted lock and began patting himself and his belt pouches down.  “Now where did I put that damned key?”  His brow furrowed, as he continued to search.  “I know I grabbed it off one of the myrmidons earlier –” 

  “You mean this one?”  He turned to look at her, watching her as she reached down the front of her robe, producing from tucked between her breasts an impressively sized key hanging on a chain.  Letting it dangle from around her neck, her eyes followed him as he came over to slip it up from around her neck, his fingers trailing in a teasing caress along the way.

  “You mischievous little minx,” he chuckled.  “My, you’ve been spending much too much time around Fourbe, I think.”

  She laughed and proudly smiled.  “I’ll take that as a compliment.”  Going to the chest and slipping the key inside, the lock gave a hesitant, echoing click as it fell open, a small puff of dust escaping the seams of the chest.  Ralond gave a grunt, hefting it open, letting the lid fall back with a loud bang.  He cringed at the noise, and blushed when she giggled at him.  “Yes, while I am spending too much time with him, you, on the other hand, need to be spending more, you clumsy oaf!”  She gave a teasing smile.  “I guess it’s a good thing we already killed everyone in here that could have possibly heard that! Which, by the way, would have been everyone!” 

  “Oh hush.  Do you think subtlety really matters at this point?  I don’t think the ghosts are much in a position to complain, my dear.”  He laughed as he began sifting through the meaningless junk that was layered in the top, discarding off to the side.  And then…

  Just below a few layers of mundane cloth, there was something that caught the amber light.  “There’s the damned thing!”  Ralond sighed in relief as he hefted the decorative chest piece from its dusty tomb.  Using a scrap piece of silk that too was in the chest, he went to the task of dusting it off as Kalamiina approached to sort through the rest of their spoils.  There were silk and mageweave swatches aplenty, and below the cloth there was a few small vials that held a glowing, viscous substance.  She picked one of them up, popped the cork, and sniffed.

  “Mana, it smells like.  Potent mana.”  She brought another up to her nose.  “And this one,” she paused, sniffing again, “Strength, perhaps?”  She held out the vial for him to take it and inspect, but he was still going about the task of cleaning the plate.  “No matter.  We can check on those later.”  She secured the tiny vials in her belt pouch and sorted through the rest, then began counting out the coins, separating them into two piles.  “Forty nine, fifty, fifty one.  Fifty one silver for you, and,” she paused, going to count out the copper.  After a few minutes, she reported on the copper.  “Ninety seven, ninety eight copper.” 

  Ralond turned to give her a pleased smile.  “Excellent! Not bad for less than an hour’s work, all things considered.  What, with all the rest that we’ve collected along the way!”  Trying to squeeze his newest acquisition into his pack, he laughed as he heard the stitches groaning under the pull.  “Looks like I may have to have you start practicing those new bag patterns that you told me about, lover.”

  “I told you, Ralond.  Just get me the cloth and it would be my pleasure.”

  “Oh, you have no idea.”  He winked suggestively, tying off his bags and standing to follow her as she went back toward the door.  She stared up into the vast stained glass ceilings that reached up high into the sky, then followed the decorative glasses back down to the immaculate main level of the chamber.

  “This place is so sacred,” he said solemnly behind her, a playful smile unseen by her washing over his face.

  “I can see why they defended it to their death,” she added quietly, just before adding with a wicked grin as well, “Too bad for them.”  She whirled on her heals with a victorious smile, finding him much closer than he had been before.  She eyed him carefully, knowing what he was after.  He reached for her, pulling into a tight embrace, taking her lips forcefully with his in a hungry and lustful kiss, running his hand sensually over her hip, gathering and raising her robe a bit as he gripped it in his fist.  Returning the kiss, she exhaled a quiet moan, then pulled back looking about the room skeptically.  “What, here?” 

  He grinned deviously, moistening his lips as he looked over her.  “Oh no, not here.  There.”  Looking over her shoulder, she saw where he nodded to.  The altar.  She blinked in disbelief, quite intrigued at the boldness of his suggestion.  Oh, how she hated the humans.  They had slain every last one of them that they could find; why such an act of desecration upon their sacred chapel would be so… delicious.  She followed him with an excited smile of anticipation, loosening the ties to her cloak, pauldrons, and other pieces of her armor as she walked, letting them fall in a trail behind her.  When she was in nothing but her robe, she slipped between him and the altar, biting her lip as she held his eyes lustfully.  Nearly pressing his body to hers, he slipped her hands about her slender waist and with a quick jump, she hopped up onto the altar.  She swung her legs up until she lay upon its ceremonial cloth, the candles that ran around the outer edges teetering with the altar shaking slightly under the new weight.  Unbuckling the armor covering his chest legs and feet, they clattered noisily to the platform at his feet. He climbed up onto the altar with her, knocking a few of the candles to the floor below in a splatter of flame and wax.  She giggled quietly with excitement, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, bringing him down to take his mouth in yet another deep and passionate kiss.

  As their mouths melded, the sweet spice of her cinnamon balm warming and tingling at his lips, he slipped off his gauntlets and tossed them off to the side, running a hand up to cup at the curve of her breast.  She sighed behind the kiss, shifting her weight below him as she felt his growing arousal for her.  His kisses moved from her lips to tease at her neck and shoulder, nipping playfully as he went.  Letting her head fall lazily to the side with a contented sigh and whimper, she was delighting in the touch when her eyes fell to a few clergy that began to filter into the chapel, entranced in their prayers and oblivious to their presence.

  “Well, well. I must admit I’ve never held an audience before,” she grinned, squirming a bit under his touch.

  “Well, I do like to open doors to new experiences for you, my lady.” 

  “Oh, I think you’ve opened many already,” she smiled, turning her attention back to him, leaning up to brush her lips over his.  Passions immediately ignited between them, his hands making quick work of bringing her robes up about her hips, his not quite rigid arousal flirting with the moist warmth between her thighs.  “Ambitious, are we?” she chuckled quietly, sliding her hands between them until she wrapped her slender fingers around him gently yet firmly.  “Here, let me help with that.”  He groaned softly, delighting in her massaging touch as he began to grow more firm.  Slowly she slid her hands over him, caressing him gently, all the while moving her lips in soft kisses and nips along his neck.  Within minutes he was rigid and pressing against her, and he leaned down and kissed at her neck and ear.  And then, with a soft moan escaping her lips, she lifted her hips to take him in…

  Shuddering slightly as he squeezed into her, his girth filled her tightly and she delighted in the feel of being stretched by him.  She let her head fall back with a sigh, her hair spreading in loose ringlets around her.  He moved his hands up to tangle and grip in her hair, shifting until he lowered himself deeper yet into her until he brushed against her innermost boundaries.  Her thighs fell open obediently, relaxing to let him sink into her, gasping as he filled her even more.  He lay there a moment atop her, savoring the tight warmth around him, before pulling back for a quick thrust. 

  A quiet cry escaped her lips as he pushed again into her, her hips rising to meet his.  She exhaled sharply with each plunge, hissing in pleasure as his hands moved down over the curves of her body, cupping at her breasts.  She closed her eyes and groaned softly under the pleasure of his touch, trying to control her urge to writhe beneath him, wanting to extend herself as much as she could.  As rhythm found his thrusts, his hips pressed against hers with each gasp that escaped her lips, his own breath starting to become ragged.  He grinned as he watched her head turn from side to side, her hands reaching to grip at the ceremonial cloth beneath her, gripping it as she fought against the already welling pleasure.  His pace quickening, he grabbed at her hips, pulling himself deeper and deeper into her, delighting at watching her beginning to squirm beneath him.  He could feel her tightening around him, her body yearning to feel his warmth spill into her again.  Feeling her pleasure quickly nearing its peak, he suddenly eased his pace to an agonizingly slow speed, smirking as her eyes widened in mock panic.

  “I want it to build and build,” he explained with unsteady breath, his lips curling with a playful smile, “Not yet.”  Slowly he slipped out of her, and then reentered her with a forceful thrust and grunt, his movements so slow that they almost drove her to the brink of insanity.  She begged him wordlessly through her eyes, her chest rising and falling in hurried breath, her eyes beginning to softly glow with pleasure and residual magics that stirred within her.  Her body began to warm…

  He bit at his lip as he could feel her again tightening around him, pulling at him with her wet warmth, her delicate form trembling beneath him.  He groaned as he too fought against his mounting pleasure, concentrating on his rhythm and the writhing woman beneath him, her skin becoming dewed in the flickering candlelight.  She could feel her body quickly reaching the point of no return, her moans and cries becoming more audible with each thrust of his hips, each push coming steadily faster and faster.  Pulling the neck of her robes down and to the side, he freed one of her breasts, letting it spill into the twilight, quickly lowering his mouth to take the taut peak between his lips.  He teased at it with his tongue, even scraping his teeth over it lightly as she gasped under the sudden pleasure.  He then slipped his hands under her back, lifting her up onto her her elbows, and leaning at a near impossible angle so that she could see him enter her over and over again.  She bit at her lip as she watched each thrust, his swollen and throbbing arousal filling her with each plunge.

  Her body unable to contain it anymore, his hips slamming against hers, her head fell back in a scream that echoed throughout the chapel.  Her body quaked underneath him, milking him hungrily for his own release, writhing and bucking beneath him as the pleasure washed over her in wave after wave…

  He grabbed forcefully at her hips holding her as he thrust over and over, his own muscles becoming as tight as a tautly pulled rope.  Whether it was the sound of her scream of release or the twitching of her climax around him, he soon found himself in the sweet arms of release, groaning loudly as he spilled inside of her, his hips grinding deep against hers and thrusting at an uncontrollable pace.  Another cry escaped her lips as she felt his warmth wash within her, her body giving another shudder of pleasure.

  Collapsing onto the alter gasping for breath, she reached up and gently pulled him to her and brushed her lips lightly in a sensual kiss, biting gently at his lower lip.  He shuddered a bit with a groan and chuckle.  They lay there for moments in each other’s arms, their bodies still joined in tight embrace.  With a grin he began to stir his hips, enjoying the soft cry it provoked from her as his seed slowly seeped from her, down her thighs, and onto the cloth below.  Delicious desecration…

  Feeling his arousal still twitching and swelling under his control, she grinned devilishly.  “Testing your stamina, are you?”  She bit at her lip playfully, taking his smile as an affirmative.  In one smooth motion with astounding strength and dexterity, she wrapped her legs tightly around him, rolled him onto his back, and came to a sitting position above him with his arousal still tucked within her.  The remaining candles tumbled to the floor around them, spilling wax as the flames quickly snuffed out. He smiled approvingly as she pressed her hips against his, and then began to stir as he had been when he was atop her.  His eyes fluttered shut with the sensation, a sigh escaping his lips.  “You know, I have an idea,” she said with a smirk.

  “Oh?” he leaned up a bit, glancing over her curves with a lustful stare.

  “Oh yes, but first thing’s first.”  With that she reached behind her, loosening the laces of her robe, and pulling it up over her head to toss it to a crumpling heap of cloth on the floor beside the altar.  Candlelight washed over her curves as he eyed her hungrily, letting his hands wander over her bared skin, cupping her firm breasts as he lifted them and let them fall gently, amused.  “That’s better.”  Slowly she leaned forward, taking his mouth in a slow and deep kiss, her tongue flirting with his as she soon moved her lips to his neck, biting sharply suddenly before moving lower.  He hissed with a sharp breath, his head rolling to the side to allow her better access.  Ever so slowly she moved her kisses lower, scooting her body lower over him so that she could kiss upon his chest and abdomen.  Lower and lower she went until she found the crease where his thigh met his lower belly, her kisses lingering as her tongue flicked on the sensitive flesh, glancing sidelong at his member as it began to swell ever so slightly.

  With an approving smile, she glanced up and locked his eyes with hers, moving her mouth to ever so gently flick her tongue over his tip.  With a quiet groan he shivered slightly beneath her, watching her intently with a mischievous grin.  “Take it,” he whispered, and then watched as she quickly and obediently took him into her mouth in one smooth motion.  He gasped as the sudden pleasure tickled at him, reaching his hands up to tangle in her hair as she pleasured him with her mouth and tongue.  Slowly she massaged him, moaning slightly at the delicious taste of their juices.  Removing her mouth, she then took the tip of her tongue, flicking it again over his tip, and then ran it slowly up and down his growing shaft, pleased as she felt it firming beneath her touch.  Then with another quick motion, she hungrily took him back into her mouth, as deep as she could comfortably go.  He sighed again with another shudder, though still unable to take his eyes from watching her.  Having all but one or two inches of him within her, she grinned as much as her tight lips would allow her, relaxing her mouth and throat to lower slowly over the rest of him, then quickly came back up to a more comfortable depth.  His head fell back as he slowly closed his eyes, and then lifted it back so as to look upon her again, raising up on his elbows for an even better view.  “That is… so sexy…”

  Quite satisfied that he was quickly nearing the firmness to enter her again, she smirked and positioned herself above him, her sex teasing at the tip of him as she swayed her hips.

  He watched her with hungry and anxious eyes, pressing himself up a bit to touch at her entrance.  She quickly moved her hips up and away, looking at him with a mischievous grin, moistening her lips seductively.  “I want to hear you beg,” she grinned, biting at her lip.  He chuckled, grabbing her hips gently and pressing himself against her, his arousal throbbing with a want for attention.  Slowly he worked his hands up and down over her bared back, massaging in small circles at the small of it.  Taking one of his wrists with her hand, she guided his between them, his fingers parting her to find the wet warmth that waited.  “Is this what you want?” she asked smoothly, studying his face with satisfaction as his eyes pleaded.  Her body ached and throbbed, yearning to be filled again.  Leaning down, she took his earlobe in her mouth and gave a sharp nip with her teeth, her sweet breath hot against his skin, “Go on, I want to hear you beg.”

  He closed his eyes with an almost frustrated groan, opening them to hold her in a carnal, lustful stare.  “Oh, my Kalamiina, I beseech you… Please…” As his words befell her ears, she cried out as she lowered herself forcefully over him, taking him deep within her, her body still hot and wet from their earlier union.  They both moaned as he filled her tightly again, his head falling back slowly as she ground her hips against his.  Her pleasure welling much more quickly than it had before, she rocked back and forth rhythmically, taking him deeper and deeper with each passing motion.  She slowed her pace a bit just as he had earlier, intentionally trying to milk the very pleasure from him as he throbbed within her.  Her own release was building and she ached for his seed, to have that sweet warmth spill within her again.  With a moan of pleasure, she took her hands from her tangled curls down over her own curves, caressing her body as she went.  She groaned under the pleasure of her own touch, much to his delight as he watched and making him become more and more aroused.  Still, he fought against his with a devious grin.  He truly had much more control than she did and he knew this, and thought to use it to his advantage.  Feeling her tighten around him as her pleasure built up, she glanced down at him, licking her lips hungrily as she waited to watch for his release that she felt was soon upon him.  Her eyes met with his playful grin.

  Knowing what she wanted, he sneered up to her with a wicked grin, and used her own words against her.  “I want you to beg for it, Kalamiina.”  Not having the time or patience for her own games, her body quickly obliged and before she knew it, she was pleading.

  “Oh, by whatever gods there are, please!  I’m begging you, fill me!  Please!” she cried into the cool night air that had washed over the chapel.  With those words he gripped at her hips roughly, bucking his hips up into hers, gasping and moaning, trying to hold out until he felt her release.  It was not long before her body began to tremble above him as her head snapped back in yet another scream of pleasure, grinding over him over and over again.  She tried to pull him as deeply as she could into her, her tight sex throbbing and squeezing around him as it begged for him to fill her again. 

  With a cry of release, his body tightened again as he pushed up onto his hands, shooting his seed deep within her, gasping for breath as his body jerked beneath her.  “Kala–”  The waves of pleasure came one after another for what seemed an eternity, before she finally collapsed atop him, her skin slick with sweat, curls cascading over the two of them. 

  Several minutes passed as he lay there holding her atop him, tracing his hands lightly over her back and hair, deliberately making himself twitch and stir within her, grinning as she groaned each time.  “I… I need… I need to get us… ” she gasped for breath, struggling to form her words.  “I need to get us out of here,” she panted, though having not the strength to move. 

  “Mmhmm,” he replied with a coy smile, holding her tight.  Feeling her squirm, he then let her go, letting her sit up to swing her feet over the edge of the alter, laughing as all of the candles lay strewn and extinguished about the piles of clothing.  She leaned down, fumbling through her robes until she pulled a portal rune from her pocket, palming it wearily.

  “Oh, it will take… all I have to cast this.  Watch them.”  She nodded to the entranced monks and clergy that went about mindlessly through the halls.  Slowly she donned her robes, sliding off the altar to go and collect the rest of their belongings.  Slowly he too slid off the alter, his muscles fatigued as he tried to stand, glancing back at the altar now stained with their lust.  Delicious desecration…

  Wearily she palmed the small rune, beginning to weave her hands in intricate designs as she called upon the arcane energies to form a rift in the space before them, a link back to the city.  She smiled at him sleepily, her eyes exhausted embers that glowed a deep malachite.  “Shall we?” she motioned toward the portal.  Ralond looked to the portal, then back to Kalamiina.  He shifted uncomfortably in his armor.  Damn his insatiable lusts!

  “Do you have another of those portal stones in your pouch, lover?”  He gave her a teasing smile, moistening his lips as she searched her small silk bag that hung on her hip.

  “Aye, another ten or so.  Why?”  She turned back around to face him, the rift beginning to sparkle and wink as the magic began to wear thin.  He was already much closer, his hands extending to slip around her waist. 

  “Well, I’m not exactly in a hurry tonight.”  His mouth but inches from hers, he smiled and whispered against her lips,  “Are you?”  Without waiting for her to answer, he pulled her tightly against him, leaning down to brush her lips in a gentle and loving kiss, his fingers tangling in her hair.  She gave a quiet sigh under the exquisite sensation, always having loved the attentions to her hair, and seemingly melted in his arms.  As they stood in the near empty cathedral, their mouths melding in a sweet and sensual kiss, his hands slid to the small of her back and he held her close.

  The rift began to close, and then slowly winked out, dissolving in a cloud of glittering magics….