This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

Aria read, her eyes flicking between neat lines of script and the two women in front of her—where a show was beginning to develop.

Despite how flustered she was, the words flowed from her, her voice gentle but authoritative. She stood behind the altar, Zoey and Delta on the other side, with her thin book of verses in her hand. The first sentence of her chosen verse—which she picked at random, too distracted to make a careful choice—had barely left her mouth before Zoey stepped forward to grab Delta's hips and pull her in. They kissed, Aria's prayer serving as a backdrop for their passionate embrace.

Aria had told them to slowly work into venerating the sensuality of touch, to join her in prayer for at least a few moments as they aligned to Ephythithys's aspects, but they had disregarded that advice. And maybe that was fine. When it came to communion, listening to one's heart was best. Connection to the divine came from instinct, not some rigid process.

"O, resplendent goddess," Aria said, her attention not on the words of the randomly chosen prayer, though still coming out smooth as she watched the two women kiss. "I stand before your altar, my heart naked and my soul bare, and in this sacred moment, I call upon your presence—embrace our bodies and enlighten our spirits with the burning heat of desire."

The words were chaste compared to some of what she'd seen as she flipped through the pages. She tried to focus on the verse and not Zoey and Delta. But how couldn't she steal glances? Ahead of her, two of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen were kissing with little to no reserve—if anything, maybe with more excitement than normal, either for the sake of the ritual or to put on a show for Aria. Zoey's hands started on her partner's hips, but within moments began to stray, sliding up and onto Delta's back, then down and onto her thighs. Aria hadn't made it a full verse before Zoey grabbed the hem of Delta's shirt and, with a practiced motion, peeled it off, discarding the article of clothing.

Aria was impressed that she didn't stutter over her words, despite Delta having had her shirt torn off. She'd grown up in the temple and had plenty of practice leading prayers and public speaking, but maintaining a smooth cadence while one of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen was being undressed right in front of her was more of a distraction than normal. It took composure, even by her standards.

"Thou who art the golden chalice of unquenchable desire," Aria continued to read, the flowery and venerable words of prayer familiar to her, though if she could barely pay attention to them, "O Ephythithys, let my voice rise as resolute incense before your divine throne, that you may revel in the passion of our soul's fervor, and find enchantment in the naked vulnerability of our longing."

Unsurprisingly, the words were becoming more passionate as the prayer went on. The tone matched the scene unfolding in front of her. The kissing wasn't passionate in a subdued, sensual way, but desperate and eager, the two girls exploring each other with an eagerness that had Aria's cheeks burning. It felt twenty degrees hotter inside the small prayer room, and, though Aria didn't stutter as verses flowed from her lips, her priestess's robes felt suddenly stuffy and constrictive. Her breathing came harder, the noise joining with the sloppy kisses, panting, and even groaning of the other two women.

A moan escaped the foxgirl as Zoey's hands slipped underneath her bra, and in response, Delta's hands left Zoey's ass to start tugging at the hem of the other woman's shirt, who was eager to disrobe and chuck it aside. Zoey's bra followed, then Delta's, leaving both women standing naked from the waist up. They recaptured each other's mouths as soon as they were able, frustrated to have been parted even for a moment.

Delta started rubbing at Zoey's cock through her pants, and at the quickly advancing intimacy, Aria stuttered over a word for the first time. A part of her had almost forgotten about that surprise—Zoey's cock. Her enormous cock. Even in the dimly lit room, and spectating from behind the shrine, Aria could make out the thick outline of the girl's weapon.

How was it so big? There was well-endowed, and then there was this. It was as if Zoey had been blessed by Ephythithys herself.

Delta pulled away, gasping, needing air. Zoey likewise panted, red-faced from excitement. The two women breathed heavily as they drank in each other's proximity.

Delta dropped to her knees and tugged down on Zoey's waistband. Aria's prayers turned to mumbles as Zoey's massive cock sprang free, the distraction finally too much to ignore. Zoey's cock had to be more than a foot long, and proportionally thick. As much as Aria tried to keep her focus on the prayer, her voice trailed off. She'd never seen a girl's cock before, much less one like this, and the sight stunned her. The stiff member, framed by Zoey's curvy thighs and standing proudly beneath hard abs and large breasts. Veiny, twitching, and with pre-cum beaded at the tip, Aria's stomach clenched with desire. She'd never felt such an intense, sudden need, a lust so strong that it made her whole body tingle. Gods, but Zoey's cock was perfect. Never mind how impossible it would be to fit inside—Aria would be thrilled just to try.

"I know it's distracting," Delta said, side-eying Aria with a smirk, then gently flicking Zoey's cock and making it bob side to side, "but aren't you supposed to be praying?"

Aria jolted as she realized that she'd trailed off. Her cheeks burning, she tore her eyes away and forced them back to the prayer book.

In her peripheral, though, Aria saw Delta share a look with Zoey, communicating something she wasn't privy to—but had a few suspicions about. And sure enough, Delta stood, stripped off her pants—leaving both women naked—then sashayed around the shrine with exaggerated swagger. Zoey joined her, with both women coming to either of Aria's sides.

She had expected them to try more with her, though she had expected her defenses would be stronger when they did. Her heart slammed in her chest, thumping in her ears, as she continued to read lines of prayer.

"We offer ourselves to you," Aria said, her words quavering, "oh great goddess. Let our bodies be your vessels, conduits for your divine power." The words felt unfortunately specific at the moment, with both Zoey and Delta having approached her. Like she was speaking to them, rather than reading verses from a prayer book. "Let us be the embodiment of your sensuality, beacons of fertility and lust. May our every movement be a tribute to you, celebrations of your greatness. Let our moans and cries echo, proclaiming the glory of your name."

Delta leaned into Aria, pressing her breasts into her shoulder, peeking at the book she was reading from. A hand slipped around her waist, making Aria stutter for a second time. She couldn't work up the nerve to meet Delta's eyes—or Zoey's, as she also leaned in against her, pressing naked curves in. Her cock stuck out, the shaft touching her leg, pulsing with heat. Looking down to read from verses, it was directly in her sight. Her thoughts turned fuzzier by the moment.

"I don't think these robes are fitting with the ritual," Delta murmured into her ear. "And we're both naked, so it only seems fair if you are, too."

Aria swallowed. It was a good point, wasn't it? She didn't have to join in, but helping set the stage was important. Plus, it had grown unbearably hot inside her stuffy priestess robes. The room seemed to vibrate with electric energy, and Aria wasn't sure whether it was the arousal of the situation or an indicator that their worship of Ephythithys was finding results—drawing the goddess's attention their way. It certainly felt like the latter. Aria didn't think her heart had ever slammed this hard.

"I guess that's a good point," Aria mumbled.

She set the book of prayers on the shrine, then, hesitantly, started to disrobe, though she kept her eyes on the book and continued to read. As much because she needed to keep the prayers going, as so that she didn't have to reply to Delta's teasing looks. She wasn't sure whether intimidated

was the exact word she would use, but Delta and Zoey's presence was certainly overwhelming.

They didn't let Aria disrobe herself; both joined in, helping peel the article of clothing from her. The verses pouring from Aria's mouth came less smoothly than before, her voice quavering nearly every sentence, and especially when Delta's fingers hooked around her panties, then slowly started to slide them down. She took her time, inching them bit by bit, making sure to give Aria time to protest. But Aria just kept reading—and kept blushing. She lifted a foot up, then the other, to help free the article of clothing, and Delta tossed her panties into the growing pile of discarded clothes.

Aria tried to ignore the fact she was now standing bare in front of two effective strangers. Her skin burned hot enough that she was surprised steam wasn't rising from it.

Zoey handled her bra, next. Despite having just lost all of her clothing, the air didn't feel at all cooler—the opposite, if anything. Then both women pressed themselves back into her and started kissing her neck, their hands exploring her body, and Aria really felt like she was melting. They shied away from between her legs, only brushing against her thighs, stomach, or at most wandering dangerously low. They cupped her breasts and tweaked at her nipples, drawing gasps from Aria as she studiously continued to read.

They were only doing what Aria had told them to. Venerating the pleasures of sensuality. And Aria had instructed them to keep it to themselves, but she obviously hadn't expected them to. Her reservations had crumbled the moment they'd walked up to her.

"So. How far can we go?" Delta murmured into Aria's neck.

Aria didn't want to answer that question. Her modesty warred with her desire.

Instead, she simply read her verses louder.

Delta got down on her knees in front of Aria, between her and the altar. The foxgirl didn't hesitate to place a kiss directly above her pubic region, lips brushing against bristly hairs. Aria sent off a silent prayer that she'd recently shaved.

Why was the room so hot? It seemed to pulse with arousal, to the point Aria doubted whether it was entirely the scorching situation itself. She could feel something more. A divine presence? If so, it was an approving one, smirking down at Aria as Delta's mouth worked gentle kisses lower and lower. The foxgirl planted one directly onto her pussy, sending a shiver across Aria's entire body.

This was really happening.

Zoey moved behind her, then guided her cock between Aria's thighs. The enormous shaft pressed into her pussy as it sprouted from between her thighs, and Aria gasped in surprise—and arousal—at how suddenly it had happened. Delta grabbed the massive member, then started teasing Zoey's cock tip with her mouth, running her tongue across it.

Aria's words trailed off for a second time, looking down her body, where one woman was using her mouth to pleasure another woman's cock right between her legs.

"Don't forget the prayers," Zoey murmured into her ear, the hot air of her amusement tickling Aria and making her shudder. Zoey wrapped her arms around Aria's stomach, then slowly started pushing her hips back and forth, sliding her cock between Aria's thighs even as Delta worked her way down Zoey's cock, taking the well-endowed woman in her mouth. "It's your job to lead, remember?"

Head swimming, Aria kept reading. Zoey was teasing her, but she was also right. This ultimate goal was the ritual—and that was the only way she could excuse the immodesty of the event she was indulging in, right now.

And, Aria suspected as Zoey's pelvis impacted her ass with a gentle thrust, things would be getting a lot more immodest. How far would she let them take it?