Chapter 191: Blessing The Celebration
Yes... Veylora is definitely the strangest so far.
Kalon looked over the celebrating square again. Bowls of nectar drink. Open prayer. Exposed leaf-breasts. The nude statue of him standing in the middle of it all like it was normal.
If he was going to be treated as their Light Bringer, he might as well give them something real to celebrate.
"Nyphara," he said. "I’ll offer light. For the thanksgiving."
The head priestess’s gold-green eyes brightened at once.
"The people would receive it as blessing."
Kalon stepped up onto the low platform near the statue and activated Crown of Heaven.
Golden radiance burst outward from above his head and washed across the square.
The effect on ordinary Veylorians was instant.
Women who were not priestesses arched where they stood. Knees buckled. Bowls slipped from their hands and spilled nectar across the stone.
Soft moans spread through the crowd as photosynthesis-orgasm hit those who were sensitive.
Some dropped to all fours like dogs. Others clutched their own chests, leaf-flesh flushing darker green as nectar ran from their skin.
A few collapsed fully, trembling in open climax under the light alone.
One trainee near the front sobbed through her orgasm loud enough for the whole city to hear. Another had to be held up by the woman beside her just to stay off the ground.
The square filled with the sound of orgasmic pleasure.
The priestesses were more durable.
Their bodies reacted, that much was obvious. Nectar formed on their exposed breasts. Their thighs pressed together. Breathing became faster. But their tolerance was higher the normal womens. The general radiance was not enough to push them over.
Nyphara looked to Kalon with clear understanding.
"They require direct contact."
Kalon nodded and moved into the priestess line.
He started with the nearest one. Both hands closed over her bare green breasts and fed concentrated light through his palms. She gasped, back arching, and came within seconds, nectar spilling hot over his fingers as her legs gave out.
He left her shaking and moved to the next.
One by one, he worked through them.
He groped the full leaf-breasts in his hands. Light pressed into soft plant-flesh. Each priestess lasted only a little longer than the last before climax broke her open.
Some moaned loudly. Some bit their lips and still failed to stay quiet. Their bodies responded under his grip in different ways. Some with sudden full-body tremors, others with a slower open-mouthed release, but every one of them ended the same: covered in nectar and barely able to stand.
By the time he reached the end of the first group, the platform edge was wet with nectar and the air was thick with the sweet smell of it.
Nyphara waited until the others had fallen.
"Light bringer... If it is not too much to ask, might I enjoy your light in private?"
Kalon nodded his head. He had no complaints.
She led him away from the square and into a private side chamber off the cathedral. The room was small, warm, and lined with living vines. The moment the door-seal closed behind them, Nyphara shrugged her open robes off completely.
She stood fully naked in front of him.
Very large green breasts. Wide hips. Smooth leaf-skin already glossy with nectar. Vine-hair draped down her back and over her shoulders. There was no shame in her posture at all.
"Bless me properly, Light Bringer."
Kalon wasted no time giving her what she desired.
Her breasts were soft and massive under his palms. He massaged the light directly into them, thumbs working in slow circles, fingers sinking into the green flesh as radiance sank beneath the surface.
Nyphara’s mouth opened at once.
"Ahh... yes..."
Nectar welled from her skin and coated his hands. He kept kneading her breasts using her lubrication like oil, feeding more light into them, watching her plant flesh flush and shine. Nyphara’s knees weakened. She had to brace one hand against the vine wall.
Kalon turned her halfway and moved lower.
Both hands gripped her ass. The cheeks were full, soft, and warm like dough. He massaged the light into them the same way, spreading her slightly as the radiance pushed deeper, allow the wind to kiss her most erotic parts.
"...fnngg."
Nyphara moaned without restraint, back arching, pushing her ass into his hands.
"Harder... please..."
It was the dirtiest he had heard the priestess talk.
[Nyphara Seduction]
[Stage Four: 60%]
He gave it to her, groping her soft cheeks firmly. He drove light into every handful of her ass while her breasts hung and swayed with each movement of her body. Nectar ran down the backs of her thighs.
When her legs started to tremble, Kalon reached around from behind, slid one hand between her thighs, and pressed two fingers into her.
Nyphara cried out.
She was soaked. Hot, slick nectar immediately coated his fingers as he pushed them deeper and curled them inside her. At the same time he kept his other hand on her breast, still pouring light into the soft green flesh. The combination wrecked her composure completely.
"Light Bringer— ahh— there—"
Kalon fingered her thoroughly, palm rubbing against her while the light kept flooding her body through her breasts and her wet, green world.
Nyphara’s forehead pressed to the vine wall. Her ass shook. The insides of that green world clamped down around his fingers in hard pulses as the climax built past what she could hold.
She came with a loud moan.
Her whole body locked up, then shuddered hard through the orgasm. Nectar gushed over Kalon’s hand and ran down her thighs in thick lines. Her legs nearly gave out completely.
He held her upright through it, fingers still buried inside her, light still sinking into her breast until the last tremor passed and she sagged against the wall, panting.
Nyphara stayed there for a moment, fully naked, dripping, gold-green eyes half-lidded with satisfied exhaustion.
"...The Mother was right to bless you," she managed to say.
Kalon finally withdrew his fingers and watched as a string of nectar broke off between them.