ushernet Chapter 83 Caught in the Sanctum
Chapter 83 Caught in the Sanctum
The heavy temple doors groaned softly as Aeric pushed them open, the sound reverberating through the sacred hall like a reluctant invitation.
'Fuck,' he swore internally. 'Hope that wasn't so loud.'
Stepping inside, he of course recognized the familiar grandeur of the High Priest's temple. The air carried the scent of aged wood and incense, mingling with a faint metallic tang that always seemed to linger.
Golden statues, silver ropes dangling at all corners with those glowing beads connected to them, the shiny vines and the celestial symbols engraved in stone. All their serene expressions illuminated by flickering light from enchanted sconces that poured a magical light across the smooth marble floor.
He saw the central shrine adorned with fresh offerings: baskets of fruit, vials of glowing essence, and intricately folded prayer papers.
But what he didn't see was the Headmistress.
Aeric's boots clicked softly against the floor as he advanced, his gaze darting around. Despite the temple's grandeur, it was eerily silent, save for the occasional crackle of the sconces. Miss Lysandra was nowhere to be seen, nor was the Divine Priest.
He frowned, his mind racing.
Where could they have gone? And why isn't anyone else here?
He stood still for a while then moved his eyes through the room and stared at the imposing round door to the inner sanctum. Like before, it loomed at the far end of the hall, carved from dark wood and etched with ancient symbols.
Aeric let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Again?" he muttered under his breath.
After his last visit, the inner sanctum wasn't a place he enjoyed visiting. It had an oppressive air, and the last time Aeric was inside, it felt like there were people looking at him though the walls themselves, and like things happened in that room. Like it carried the weight of countless secrets.
All those noises he had been hearing, they were voices for sure, but they weren't voices of conversation, they were voices of something else. And it made sense that it had sounded like Headmistress Lysandra was the only one speaking.
"Uhh! Ughhh! Ohhh! Oh, Priest! Yes! Give me your Divine shaft! Push it into me! Fill my aged sheath with your priestly pump meat!"
Aeric's eyes widened. 'What in the name of fuck?'
The Divine Priest, with his old hunched form was bent over the Royal Institution's headmistress, who had her legs wide open and locked around his waist, receiving pumps into her as her boobs bounced on the old man's face.
"Yes! Yes! Priest! Oh yes! Do not mind your stamina!" Lysandra moaned. "My magic will keep you agile and active, so keep filling me with that cock that has had no other cunt but mine! Yes! Yes! Oh fuccccckkk meee!"
Aeric stared at them, mostly at how comical it was. The poor Divine Priest looked like a weak cow being milked the very last drops of milk in its udder, and Headmistress Lysandra was the greedy farmer, forcing him to keep pumping into her.
What the hell was happening and, "How long has this been going on?" Aeric suddenly asked.
Dum!
Silence.
"Aaahh. The Divinity looks upon me with great shame! Great shame that I can not hide my face from!" The Divine Priest pulled his cock away and scurried backwards, lying down on the floor and hiding his face.
The Headmistress scattered backwards, grabbing her clothes and covering her body, though that barely hid those giant breasts and ass of hers, as she stared at the intruder in disbelief.
"Son of Starlight!" she exclaimed.
Aeric looked at the two of them one after the other and smirked. "Divine Priest? Headmistress? Don't you both just love it when things work out perfectly for the main character?"